#<- fic coming whenever my writing abilities return

[gaywarcriminals]

Breeding kink was actually one of my squicks before I got into SVSSS. The power YQY holds over me.

[keferon]

Sigh. I wasn’t strong enough to stop. I wrote a fic too

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Pilots have to be constantly monitored by special people who are trained to do diagnostics. Not just medics. Scientists, engineers. There's a surprising number of things that can go wrong with a person hooked up to a machine.

The thing is.

The procedure is designed to help.

Jazz isn't sure Prowl is getting help.

Organics are fragile.

Most of the ones Jazz had met were, at least. Flesh is more susceptible to environmental influences than metal. Flesh accumulates damage faster, both external and internal. It often generates it itself.

The processes and causes are often a mystery to Jazz, but he's familiar with the general concept.

Organics are fragile.

That's why Jaz isn't very surprised by the crowds of medical personnel scurrying around a human military base.

As Prowl explained to him, humans don't have the built-in ability to open a HUD and perform self-diagnostics. Most of the time all you get is a vague signal in the form of pain in the injured area or nausea or changes in body temperature and things like that.

Pilots have to be constantly monitored by special people who are trained to do diagnostics. Not just medics. Scientists, engineers. There's a surprising number of things that can go wrong with a person hooked up to a machine. It's weird for Jazz. He's used to coming in for physical exams only when something's obviously wrong. Pilots are supposed to get checks just in case anything about them in theory could start breaking down in the future.

The thing is.

The procedure is designed to help.

Jazz isn't sure Prowl is getting help.

He spots the scientist in purple pretty quickly. A crowd of white-haired pilots is a nightmare to identify but this particular organic catches his attention almost instantly.

He's quite...extravagant looking. And he's practically glued to Prowl. They're involved in something together that Jazz isn't sure about, but Prowl looks...wobbly...when he returns from his visits to Tarantulas. And not in a funny way.

Tarantulas holds a special interest in Prowl. Special access, too. Whenever Prowl is injured, Tarantulas is the one who must be contacted immediately. Prowl's mech system needs an upgrade - Tarantulas must be consulted.

Tarantulas slips into the crevices and oozes between the plates. His hands are all over Prowl's personal space and Jazz doesn't really know what he should do about it because Prowl apparently doesn't mind.

Tarantulas dictates what he can and can't eat. What medications he should take and what software he should use.

Tarantulas gives him these little white bracelets with the information he writes on them for the other medics, because Prowl is special for some reason and only Tarantulas has instructions for him.

Knockout wipes his hands with some kind of special napkin and jerks his head around

“If you're looking for Prowl, he's in the labs for a physical.”

Jazz pretends this information is as mundane to him as it is to everyone else on this base

“Why can't you or the other medics examine him?”

“None of us have time to deal with the creepy experiments Prowl is constantly involved in” snorts Knockout ”Last time I checked his blood could dissolve plastic. Haha figuratively of course! Don't look at me like that!”

Jazz smiles, but there's no friendliness behind that smile

“Is this scientist doing experiments on Prowl?”

“Ah. As a matter of fact. Yes. Listen...” Knockout hastily picks up the first aid kit and walks towards the med bays “You'd better ask him yourself. My shift ends in ten minutes, I'm not in the mood to start anything now.”

Jazz nods

“Suuure , no problem.”

“Can I ask what you do in there?”

Prowl has this...look. The one that shows up usually after he gets back from the labs.

In his head, Jazz calls it “'Wobbly.” It's like Prowl's little organic body's joints are coming loose. If he had joints of course (Wait, humans have joints? Right?).

Prowl squints glumly, looking up at him

“Working on improving my mobility on the field.”

Jazz lets out a quiet “oooh.”

Then pulls himself back together

“Shouldn't that involve working on your armor, and not ..uh. you?”

Prowl leans his back against the wall.

“Installing new thrusters on a mech of my class doesn't make sense. They'll increase its speed, but they'll also burn fuel faster.

And installing larger fuel tanks is something reserved for Strikers. There's no way Orion would approve such an upgrade for me.”

Jazz carefully sits down on the floor next to Prowl. It still doesn't give him a good angle on his human's face, but Prowl stares at the floor anyway so...

“And you found some kind of loophole huh?”

Prowl gives a barely perceptible shrug.

“I did some calculations and noticed that the fuel used to run the Heavy Mechs is much more efficient. It's slower to burn out, and gives significantly better performance. Which makes sense, considering it's needed to compensate for the weight of the heavy armor. Used in my mech, it would give me a ten percent increase in speed and twice as much active usage time.

Jazz glares at the top of Prowl's head.

“Sounds like an epic idea, but I'm sensing a 'but' coming...”

“But it's highly toxic.”

“It's what??”

Prowl rubs the bridge of his nose with his fingers

“Only heavy mechs can run this type of fuel because there's enough room in them to insulate the cockpit well enough from any possible chemical exposure.”

Jazz nervously pulls the servo toward Prowl but hesitates at the last second and places it on the floor next to him.

“Prowl. Prowl your armor is lovely but it's anything but heavy.”

“It is” nods Prowl “There isn't enough room in my mech to shield me from any negative effects, so Tarantulas is working on making me immune to them.”

“But that....kind of...why are you letting him? I'm no expert, but sitting inside poisoned armor can't be good for you. I don't know what he told you, but if you had asked even one other medic...”

Prowl finally lifts his head and stares into Jazz's optics for a couple seconds

“He didn't convince me of anything. I asked him to do it myself.”

“Prowl...”

“People have biases against Tarantulas but I assure you, he doesn't do anything I didn't consent to him doing. He likes to go outside the box in his research. He doesn't dismiss my ideas as too harsh. We collaborate.”

“.....”

“The result will be worth it. You'll see.”

Jazz is uncomfortable admitting it, but he sees.

The result is impressive.

Prowl can not only move fast, he can do it for a long time. He's getting more efficient (again), faster (again), better (Prowl's subjective assessment).

The maintenance team wears special masks when working on the internal systems of his mech. The fuel is toxic. Not to Jazz, but even Jazz wouldn't want it to get on his plating.

And humans are fragile.

All organics tend to be fragile.

And Prowl... little flesh-and-blood Prowl gets into this poisoned armor and it's considered acceptable? Because his organic body seems to have developed enough resistance to this kind of damage he only gets a “”mild, easily treatable“” poisoning? And Tarantulas adds another white bracelet to his arm with notes on what substances Prowl needs to put in his drinks to keep his internal components from accumulating damage.

Jazz isn't sure what to think about this.

Jazz doesn't know what to do about it.

And frankly. Does he have the right to get involved if this is what Prowl has chosen for himself?

Tarantulas is a creepy, haunting shadow hanging over Prowl at the slightest opportunity. Tarantulas takes Prowl to a lab and runs poison through his veins. Tarantulas adores Prowl for allowing him to do this.

Prowl insists that Tarantulas is helping.

Jazz doesn't think Prowl is getting help.

[vinnyvamppp]

I am humbly asking for more Amazon reader x mark whenever you have the time

your fics are so good I can't even😭🤚🏼🩷

Survival of the Weakest (Me)

Note: Honey, I JUST scraped the bottom of my requests. Another Amazon/Alien reader fic coming up! Honestly, I'm having a bit of writers block having to write smut regularly, so were changing it up a bit.

Warnings: Fluff, Mentions of Smut, Improper Use of Powers, Plantary Exploration, Changes to The Plot For Convenience, Mark Fighting For His Life, Explicit Language, etc. (Previous Part: She Threw Me-- Then Kissed Me!)

Synopsis: Since your last mishap, you both enjoy some domestic comfort until Cecil returns with a mission—one that only stirs trouble.

Mark Grayson/Invincible x Alien/Amazonian!Reader

Word Count: 2,183

Cecil was generous enough to give you and Mark a short break before your next mission. He called it a “decompression period.” You’re pretty sure it was just so he wouldn’t have to deal with another building collapse before 9 AM. This was a reward more than anything. Having many instances after venturing into domesticated couple territory. Mark refuses to admit he gets cold easily.

You found out the truth when you woke up one night to find him curled up entirely around you, his face buried in the crook of your neck, arms locked around your waist like a vice. You blinked groggily. “Are you leeching warmth off me?” Mark, half-asleep, just grumbled. “Shut up. ‘M comfortable.” You smirked in the dark. “Mark Grayson, Earth's greatest hero, is needy?” He groaned into your neck, tightening his grip. “Don’t ruin this.” You laughed softly but didn’t push him away. Honestly? You liked it too. Sparring now became an act of foreplay. Mark liked to act like he hated sparring with you. “This is just you throwing me around for an hour,” he complained one evening as you stretched before your match. You grinned. “You say that like you don’t like it.” Mark scowled, but the faint pink in his ears betrayed him. “I—That’s not the point.” You hummed, stepping closer, trailing a finger down his chest.

“What is the point, then?” Mark swallowed thickly. “I—I dunno. Winning?” You smirked. “Oh, Mark.” Your hand trailed lower, grazing his stomach before you pulled away. “You’re not winning.” The frustrated noise he made was so satisfying. You’re starting to think he loses on purpose now to get a happy ending. The main problem is that you and Mark have vastly different definitions of “decompression.”

Currently, Mark is watching you from across the room, wide-eyed, as you casually lift the entire couch—Mark still sitting on it—to vacuum underneath. “Uh.” He clutches the armrest as the couch hovers midair. “You know most people just… move the furniture, right?” You give him a deadpan look.

“That’s inefficient.”

“You just suplexed the couch.”

“And?”

Mark sighs, running a hand down his face. “You are the earthquake.” Just as you’re about to drop the couch back down (gently… probably), the door slams open.

Enter Debbie Grayson.

You like Debbie. She’s intelligent, perceptive, and has the uncanny ability to make Mark panic with just a well-timed stare. Right now, she’s holding a bag of groceries and blinking at the scene before her—her son, sitting stiffly on a levitating couch, his superpowered girlfriend holding it with one arm like it's a gym weight.

“…Am I interrupting something?” she asks, entirely too amused.

“Nope,” Mark says quickly, before you can make it worse. You lower the couch carefully and cross your arms. “Mark was just questioning my methods.” Debbie gives Mark a knowing look. “Oh, honey. That’s your first mistake.” Mark groans, leaning back into the couch. “Oh my god, not you too.” Debbie just pats his shoulder and winks at you. “Good. Keep him on his toes.”

You definitely like Debbie. Especially since her husband was Omni-Man, just who would be a better parent for your boyfriend? After a week of domestic madness (which included Mark trying to teach you to cook—never again), Cecil calls you both in for a mission. “This one should be relatively simple,” he starts. Mark and you exchange a look. Last time Cecil said that, Mark almost got vaporized. Cecil sighs, clearly reading your expressions. “I mean it this time. It’s a diplomatic mission. You’re going to a planet called K’thara—highly advanced, warrior-based society, kind of like Themyscira, but, y’know, planet-sized.”

Mark raises an eyebrow. “And they need us, because?”

“They just entered an alliance with Earth,” Cecil explains. “They want to meet some of our champions—specifically ones that align with their, uh, values.” Mark blinks. “Values?” You exhale sharply, already seeing where this is going. “They believe in strength. Only strength.” Cecil nods. “Exactly. Which is why I’m sending you two.” You glance at Mark. Mark glances at you.

Oh. This is going to be hilarious. The K’tharans are… intense. The planet itself is stunning—mountains that stretch into violet skies, rivers that glow under twin moons. The people? They look like they were sculpted from stone, every single one of them built like a walking, talking weapon. And they love you. Mark? Not so much.

You’ve been here for three hours, and they’ve already tried to challenge Mark to seven fights. “You sure this is a diplomatic mission?” he mutters, dodging yet another warrior trying to throw him into an arena. You smirk. “They respect you. They just want to see how much.” Mark groans. “I feel so respected.” It’s all going relatively smoothly—until the feast.

One of the high-ranking warriors, a woman with armor made of what looks like dragon scales, leans in and studies you. “You are mated?” she asks. Mark nearly chokes on his drink. You answer for him. “Yes.” The warrior nods approvingly. “And you have claimed his seed?” Mark definitely chokes. “I—what?” The warrior frowns. “You have not bred yet?” Cecil is going to kill you both.

Mark is mid-coughing fit, so you decide to poke the bear. You hum thoughtfully, glancing at Mark with slow amusement. “It’s a work in progress.” Mark whips his head toward you, eyes wide with betrayal. “Wha—what?!” His innocent demeanor is a distinct contrast from in the bedroom, its nearly humorous. The warrior nods sagely. “Ah. You are waiting for a battle first.” You smirk. “Something like that.” Mark drags a hand down his face, looking like he wants to melt into the floor. “Oh my god.” You lean closer, voice dropping so only he can hear. “Perhaps we should have a match of our own when we return. K’tharan rules, of course.” Mark blinks rapidly. “Are those… the rules where the winner gets to claim the loser?” You tilt your head, pretending to consider. “Maybe.” Mark swallows hard. “…I don’t know if I should be excited or terrified.” You just grin. “Both.”

After being thoroughly embarrassed at dinner, Mark somehow agrees to a fight with a K’tharan warrior. Ten minutes later, you’re standing over Mark’s sprawled-out body in the middle of the arena. He’s still breathing. Barely catching the wind that was knocked out of him.

The K’tharans are impressed—he lasted longer than most outsiders. But when he groans, tilting his head up at you with dazed, half-conscious eyes, he just mumbles: “…This was a bad idea.” You crouch down, smirking. “Told you.” He grins weakly. “I still think you like seeing me like this.” You tilt your head, pretending to consider. “Maybe a little.” Mark sighs, letting his head fall back.  “Yeah. Thought so.”

At least this time, he’s the one who got thrown through a wall. Not to mention, seeing him battered and bruised was a new type of eye candy.

Cecil watches as you and Mark stand in front of him, Mark still nursing a bruised rib. After a long pause, he pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. “Okay. What happened?” Mark shifts awkwardly. “Uh… Culture shock?”

Cecil gives you both the flattest stare imaginable.

“You destroyed another alien embassy.” You shrug. “To be fair, it was Mark’s fault this time.” Mark scoffs. “My fault? You encouraged it!” Cecil groans. “I can’t do this. I cannot do this.” He waves you both off. “Just—just go. I don’t even want to look at you right now.”

Mark brightens. “So no punishment?”

“Oh, no. You’re grounded. Both of you.” You blink. “You can ground a superhero?” Cecil glares. “You wanna find out?” You exchange a look with Mark. Then, wisely, you both decide to make yourselves very scarce. Another successful mission. Kind of. You stretch languidly, feeling the pleasant ache settle into your muscles as you lie sprawled across Mark’s chest. His arm is draped lazily over your waist, his breath still slightly uneven. The training mat beneath you is ruined, scuffed with deep imprints from where your little “match” had gotten… out of hand.

Mark exhales a very satisfied sigh, grinning up at the ceiling. “Okay. Yeah. That was definitely worth getting my ass kicked for.” You smirk, tracing idle patterns along his bare chest. “You lasted longer than I expected.” Mark turns his head, raising an eyebrow. “I dunno if that’s a compliment or an insult.” You hum, pretending to think about it. “Both.” He groans, dragging a hand down his face. “God, you love making me suffer.”

You prop yourself up on one elbow, eyes glinting with amusement. “Oh, Mark.” You lean down, lips brushing against his ear. “I haven’t even started yet.” His breath hitches. You grin, satisfied, rolling off him and stretching again. His eyes were just barely tearing away as he watched the fat of your breasts rise. Mark just lays there for a moment, staring at the ceiling like he’s having some sort of existential crisis.

Then—

BZZT!

Mark groans, fumbling for his communicator. He flips it open, already dreading whatever’s coming. “Yeah?” Cecil’s very unimpressed voice crackles through the speaker.

“No, Mark.” A heavy sigh. “You two are officially grounded.” Mark blinks. “Wait—what? Again?!” You raise an eyebrow, watching in amusement as he struggles to sit up. Cecil continues. “Do you have any idea how expensive that facility is? And yet, somehow, somehow, you and your girlfriend—again—managed to destroy it without even being on a mission.” Mark winces. “Okay, first of all—”

“Nope! Not listening.” Cecil cuts him off. “You’re both banned from the training facility indefinitely. Do you even know how long it took to fix it the last time?” Mark glances around at the deep cracks in the mat, the wall dented from where his back definitely hit it too hard. “Uh…” Cecil sighs so hard it sounds like he aged another decade. “You both have two weeks of mandatory non-super work.”

Mark’s jaw drops. “Non-super—wait, what does that even mean?” Cecil’s voice is flat. “Paperwork.” You blink. “You can’t be serious.” “Oh, I am.” Cecil practically radiates smug satisfaction. “You break my facility? You file every single report from the past two months. Welcome to hell, kids.” Mark stares at his communicator, horrified. “Cecil, please—”

Cecil hangs up.

Silence.

Mark flops back onto the mat, covering his face. “Oh my god. We’re actually grounded.” You exhale, lying back beside him. “…This is your fault.” He gapes at you. “My fault?! You were literally on top of me!” You smirk. “Exactly.” Mark groans dramatically, throwing an arm over his eyes. “This is my villain origin story.” You just laugh, rolling onto your side and nudging him. “Come on, Grayson. What’s a little suffering compared to the privilege of losing to me?”

Mark grumbles something under his breath about never winning anything, but you can see the small smile tugging at his lips.

Two weeks of hell or not… it was totally worth it.

The next morning, Mark is dead. Not literally. But if someone were to find his limp, exhausted body sprawled across his bed, they would absolutely assume you killed him. His limbs don’t work. His soul doesn’t work. His entire existence is currently being held together by sheer willpower and the soft, warm sheets that he physically cannot move from. He groans, barely managing to tilt his head toward you. “You… ruined me.”

You stretch beside him, completely unbothered, looking very pleased with yourself. “I warned you, Grayson.” Mark grunts, throwing an arm over his face like a man who has seen things. “I thought you were being dramatic.” You smirk. “And now?” Mark just makes a wheeze of a sound, which you’re pretty sure is all he’s capable of at the moment.

You roll onto your side, tracing a slow, teasing hand down his bare chest, watching him shiver despite his clear exhaustion. “I don’t know… You did hold your own for a while.” Mark cracks one eye open, looking at you like you just suggested he fight Battle Beast again. “A while? A while?! I blacked out at least twice.” You hum thoughtfully. “Then maybe I should’ve gone easier on you.” His hand barely twitches before his strength returns, gripping your wrist. “No.” He exhales, staring at the ceiling in exhausted surrender. “Never. Ever. Hold back on me.”

Your smirk softens, something warm settling in your chest. For all of his complaining, for all of his wheezing, Mark likes this. He likes you. Not just the softness, not just the intimacy—he likes the challenge. He likes that you don’t treat him like glass, that you don’t make him feel like he has to be gentle all the time.

And he stares at you as if you’re a goddess, features carved by the hands of the universe. His muse, even. Long, dark curls cascade down your back like a waterfall, your eyes deep and enigmatic, and the streaming sunlight dusts freckles that dust her flesh that shimmer like starlight.

You hum, pressing a slow, lazy kiss against his jaw. “You’re a glutton for punishment, Grayson.” Mark groans again. “Yeah, well. I also might not be able to walk for, like, a week.” You grin. “Good thing we’re grounded.” You wouldnt admit it, but your lower back nearly had you bed ridden, he surely doubled his efforts and then some.

Then—

BZZT!

Mark lets out a noise that is almost a sob, reaching for his communicator without lifting his head. “No. Not today. I can’t. I’m dead.” Cecil’s voice crackles through the speaker. “I don’t care what excuse you’re about to give me, Mark. You and your girlfriend have twice the paperwork now. Get up.”

Mark actually groans. You stretch luxuriously, completely ignoring the way he’s suffering beside you. “Guess you have to get up, Grayson.” He flops onto his stomach, groaning dramatically into the mattress. You laugh, running a hand through his hair. “Come on. Let’s get this over with.” Mark doesn’t move. You raise an eyebrow. “Mark.”

“Mmmpf.” He replies, so you poke his side. Nothing. You smirk, leaning down to his ear. “Fine. If you’re too sore, I guess that means I win again.” Mark’s eyes snap open. “Oh hell no.” He groans loudly, rolling onto his side like it’s the hardest thing he’s ever done, before staggering up to his feet. He wobbles and you bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing. Mark glares at you. “Say nothing.” You do as asked but the smug look on your face says it all. He is never living this down.

BONUS: Later, at GDA Headquarters…

Cecil watches as Mark and you slump into your seats, Mark looking especially wrecked.

After a long, scrutinizing pause, Cecil pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs.

“…You know what? No. I don’t wanna know.”

Mark just groans, dropping his head onto the desk.

And you? Your arms crossed over your chest, as you silently grimace.

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Make it Right

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Paring: Astrid Deetz x Fem!Ghost!Reader

Warnings: Talks about readers death, a bit angsty.

A/N: TWO UPDATES IN ONE DAY, LET'S GO. I had to get the grind on yall. I've been leaving you guys dry with nothinggg. I hope that you guys enjoy this. I can't say that i'm fully out of my writers block but I do know that I have quite a bit of motivation. Also, I'm writing some new things as well, a Hermione fic, an Olivia Rodrigo fic, and I'm getting a Jenna fic started as well. I have some Oneshots in my drafts currently that I might release some time. Also, i'm sorry in advance if there's any mistakes, I wrote this whole thing in like an hour.

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“What’s the frown for, dead girl?” Astrid murmured, gently running her thumb over your cold skin, which she had been so desperately trying to get accustomed to.

“I’m never going to be alive again. What if you lose your ability and never see my ghost again?” Your arm instinctively leaned into her warm touch.

“Y/N, i’m not going to suddenly just stop having this ability.” Her reassurance felt nice but did little against your fears. Her fingers raised to gently pinch your cheek, trying to bring a faint smile to your lips, “Don’t worry. I’ll keep seeing your pretty ghost face no matter what.”

A soft smile appeared on your face, wanting to believe Astrid’s words. Allowing yourself to get carried away by the thought as you continue to lean your cold, dead skin closer to Astrid’s warm, live touch.

“Even having gone through death, you’re still clingy.” Her tone was one of fondness.

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Weeks had gone by, Astrid stopped by your house whenever she could and even when she couldn’t, you’d roam the town trying to find her like a lost puppy. She was the only one who could see and talk to you, without her, you were lost in a sea of people who couldn’t see or hear you. However, you did know Astrid the best, knowing where to find her whether it’s at school or at the Deetz household.

Currently, Astrid was sitting in her bedroom, trying to desperately study for a test that she had the following day. It was late at night, with Astrid only having her desk lamp on to prove enough light to illuminate her work. She let out a small huff, frustrated as the words were beginning to blur together on the paper. Raking a hand through her messy hair, she sat back in her chair.

“God damnit.”

“Boo.” You joked as you phased through her room’s door, smiling. Emitting a sharp gasp at the sudden voice, her head whipping around to look at the door.

“God! Don’t do that!” Astrid nearly yelled, her hand over her chest as she gave you a glare. She had thought she was alone in her room. So the sudden voice almost gave her whiplash.

“I’m a ghost, it’s what I'm supposed to do, no?” You replied with a laugh as you fully phased your body through the door, entering Astrid’s room. The Handbook for the Recently Deceased in her hand, “I’ve been reading up on this and there's a way to return to life, you know?”

Astrid had let out a small scoff, rolling her eyes at the handbook in your hands. She had always thought that it was a bunch of horseshit. She stood up from her chair as her girlfriend entered the room, crossing her arms over her chest, “Don’t bullshit me, dead girl. You’re a Ghost - you can’t just suddenly come back to life.”

“No, but I can trade a life for my soul. It says so in the book, that I need to find someone living that’s willing to give me life in exchange for theirs but…i’m having no luck. You’d be surprised how hard it is to talk to people who can’t hear you.” You said jokingly with a smile.

“Why am I not surprised?” She replied with an amused scoff at your joke, “Is that the only way for you to return?”

“Well, that and or marrying the living.” You said as you opened up the book, looking down at the page. “Though, I am a bit iffy on this option. It wasn’t from the book, it was offered to me by this man with green hair and a weird white and black striped suit. He said something about if I help him find his ‘bride-to-be’, all i’d have to do is find a person with a life to marry and he’d be able to send me back to the living.”

For a moment, Astrid simply stared at you, trying to process what you had just told her. It sounded batshit insane, but then again - it’s not like the world was any less insane at this point either. She walked towards her girlfriend, glancing down at the book. A slightly skeptical look on her face. Still, she put a hand on her hip, taking a moment to think about it.

“Okay, so let me get this straight. All you have to do is marry a living person and you’re good?”

“No, I have to find this guy’s bride-to-be or whatever. He honestly went on some monologue about her and I zoned out. He didn’t want to give me any information unless I agreed to take his offer. I think he said his name was Beetlejuice?”

“Beetlejuice?” She repeated with a raised eyebrow. The name sounded vaguely familiar to her but she couldn’t remember where she had heard the name before. She let out a sigh, moving back to her desk to take a seat in her chair once more. Raking a hand through her hair as she looked at you, “Okay, let’s just say I do believe this for a second - How are you supposed to find this bride-to-be for some weird Beetle-dude?”

“He’ll give me her name and a photo of her. He says all I need to do is find her and have someone alive say his name three times.”

She hummed quietly as she listened and thought over everything for a moment. It was starting to get into crazy territory for Astrid, but it’s not like anything that happened in this god forsaken town wasn’t already crazy.

“Okay, dead girl. Let’s say we do find the bride. What then? Who’s going to say the name three times?”

“I was hoping you could help? He says that his bride or whatever can also see the dead or something.” You shrugged.

“God, you’re a pain sometimes. Fine, I’ll say the damn name three times if we find this bride” She said with a small amused huff. Of course you were going to ask her to help out with something that sounded crazy enough to work.

“Also… You need to marry me for me to return to the living.” You said as you looked at Astrid. This was a big ask of you, and one that sounded irrational but how else could you return? Your hand began to gently pull the hairs on the back of your neck, nervously.

Astrid stared at you in slight disbelief at your words. Marriage - actual marriage. A part of Astrid’s mind began to wander, imagining what it would be like to marry you. Then she pushed the thought aside, remembering they were technically teenagers.

“Y/N, you can’t be serious about the marriage part. We’re teengaers.” 

“So, what, I'm supposed to wait years to return to living?” Your voice was a bit defensive, “What if his offer doesn’t stand by then?”

“Y/N, why are you so dead set on returning to life anyway?” She asked with a frown tugging at her lips, her tone was now more soft than skeptical.

“Because I'm dead and I'm cold and everyone sees through me but you. Even you can’t touch me for long before you practically freeze to the bone!” You said, your voice had wavered a bit as you became vulnerable by the question.

Astrid’s expression softened at your words, as much as she didn’t want to admit it, you had a fair point. It was hard for her to touch you for extended periods - even if Astrid loved holding you. But at the same time, Astrid couldn’t help but also feel a pang of guilt at her words.

“But you know I don’t mind if we can’t touch for that long. Plus, i’m the only one that can see you - that’s special, don’t you think?”

“And what about my family? I’ve been dead for a year almost two!”

She felt like her heart almost dropped at your words, she couldn’t imagine how hard this had to be for you, being separated from your family - not only by death but by her own ability. She gently laid her hand on yours, trying to offer some comfort. Unsure about marrying you, but her reluctance lessened a little at your words.

“You miss your family.” She mumbled, more of a statement than a question. She squeezed your cold hand, her other going to your cheek, caressing your skin gently. She let out a soft sigh, trying to organize her thoughts - but her mind was getting progressively more conflicted.

“God, this would be so much easier if I just said yes. It sounds like the best idea, but…” Her thoughts trailed off as she slowly retracted her hand from your cheek.

“You don’t want to marry me.” You said quietly as you realized, not needing to read her mind to know what she was thinking. You pulled away from your girlfriend’s touch, biting your lip.

Her gaze immediately whipped back up to look at you, her expression was a mix of shock and confusion.

“No, that’s-” She began, a frown quickly plastering itself on her face. She reached her hand out toward you, trying to grab your again. “-It’s not that, Y/N.”

“I’ve gotta go. My second deathiversary is coming up tomorrow.” You said as you stood up, not waiting for Astrid’s reply. You simply phased through her wall, leaving her alone in her room.

“Y/N, wait!” She explained, standing up to follow after her ghost girlfriend. She dashed over to the wall that you had phased through, trying to grab your hand before you left. However, Astrid’s hand only went through empty air - you had already left.

“God damnit.” She mumbled, cursing under her breath as she let out an exasperated sigh.

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When the next day came, you found yourself sitting at a bench at the graveyard. Watching as your family visited your grave. Despite no one being able to see you, you wore all black since it felt most appropriate for the situation. Astrid had walked up to the graveyard, noticing you sitting on the bench in all black. Letting out a small, quiet sigh, she began to walk over towards you, but then stopped for a moment. Her eyes looked towards your grave, noting your family visiting and talking in front of the grave, probably leaving things for you to ‘use’ in the afterlife. 

“Astrid, honey! You made it! I can’t believe she died two years ago, huh? Still feels like yesterday.” Your mother said as she quickly walked towards Astrid, unable to see your ghost which was sitting right behind Astrid.

Astrid let out a strained smile, nodding her head. That smile was mostly fake, stealing a glance over at you.

“Yeah, yeah…it really doesn’t feel like it's been that long…” She mumbled, mostly playing along. However, the sight of your family made Astrid’s heart pang with guilt.

“I’m sure Y/N would’ve wanted her girlfriend here.” Your mom said with a pitiful smile as she put her hand on Astrid’s shoulder hesitantly.

“Yeah, she would have.” She responded quietly, trying to keep the guilt out of her voice as she glanced over at you, who only stared at your mother.

“Yeah, you know I just can’t believe…” Your mom had begun speaking, her pitiful voice drowning out as you began speaking.

“Can you tell her that I love her?” You said as you stared at your mother. 

How was Astrid supposed to tell your mother that her head daughter says that she loves her? “That would sound absolutely insane, especially to such an attention seeking mother-” Astrid quickly cut off her thoughts as she didn’t want to take them too far. She simply tried to listen to what your mother was saying, but your sudden words made her almost immediately forget. 

“How am I supposed to tell a mother that her daughter, who has been dead for two years, loves her?! I’d sound more insane than my own mother!”

Astrid glanced between you and your mother, trying to think of what to do. Her mind racing with thoughts, trying to find a way out of this situation. Her mind kept drawing blanks, and then she heard your mother speak again.

“Don’t you think?” Was all that Astrid had heard as your mother looked at her expectantly with a smile.

“Yes, I do think that.” Astrid replied, nodding her head and sending your mother a fake smile that she knew would satisfy her. She cursed herself internally for not listening to what she said before, nodding her head to your mothers words. She had no idea what she was agreeing to, all she knew was that she didn’t want to be speaking to your mother right now.

“That’s what I thought! This baby is exactly what this family needed. I’m very excited for Vera’s baby shower. I knew you’d agree that naming the baby Y/N would be a good idea.” Your mother said with a smile. 

Vera, your older sister who is twenty-two years old, apparently planning to name her first child after her sister, Y/N. Astrid knew it was purely out of her selfishness and wanting the attention directed at herself and not Y/N. She didn’t want to be in Y/N’s shadow after your death because her entire life she’d been the center of your parents' affections and attention.

Astrid’s eyes widened slightly at her words, the realization slowly dawning on her as to what your mother was saying to her. A part of her felt like she just had a bucket of water thrown on her. Your sister was pregnant and naming the baby after you and your mother had just asked Astrid’s opinion on it, knowing Astrid dated you. Astrid knew she should probably say something, but the words just froze in her throat. Her mouth opened and closed, but no words escaped her. She was happy that your family still loved and missed you, even if they displayed it in an attention seeking way.

Astrid felt guilty and almost selfish for wanting to keep you to herself, she bit her bottom lip and glanced in your direction. Your mother’s smile slowly began to fade, a look of confusion taking its place as she looked over to the direction Astrid looked, but seeing no one and nothing. Astrid’s eyes flicked up to see your mother staring at her, clearly wanting Astrid to give some kind of answer.

“You must be grief-ridden. I’ll bother you no more, but just know that you’re invited to the baby shower.” Your mother said pitifully as she shook her head, excusing herself and walking back over to your family at your grave.

“Yeah, so is half the town, don’t go feeling special with my mother.” You said with a small indignant scoff.

“Gee, thanks for the commentary.” She quipped under her breath, “You can cut the attitude, you know.”

“I’ve got eternity to hold this attitude. Literally, now that there's no way for me to return to living.”

“That doesn’t mean you have to be so..” Astrid paused for a moment, trying to find the right words, before eventually sighing and just deciding to say bluntly, “..bitchy, for lack of a better term.”

You slightly scoffed, you were somewhat amused but also annoyed. Shaking your head, you stood up and began walking away. Astrid was going to catch up to you but once you phased through a tree, you disappeared into thin air.

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A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, more to come I promise. Thank you so much for the love and support. Remember that you can request something on my page if you're interested! I promise to get on it asap. Anyways, bye lovelies!

[sundrop-writes]

Sundrop's Spooky Fics

So because Halloween is coming up, I decided to put together a rec list of my fics that are perfect for Halloween - none of these are really directly Halloween themed, but they have Halloween or spooky vibes. I divided them up between fics that are on Tumblr and fics that are on AO3 because my account is archive locked so you do need an AO3 account to read those fics. Either way, I hope you enjoy some of these fics if it is your first time reading them!

Blood In The Water - Void!Stiles x Fem!Reader (Teen Wolf) (11,700 words)

Being Stiles’s best friend, you are incredibly worried about him when you figure out that he is quite literally not himself - and that the thing currently occupying his body could be destroying it in the process. When you approach him to show this concern, Void takes a particular interest in you. He’s not capable of love, or even fondness, but he likes you. And he likes the way your fear spikes when you talk about Stiles. So he makes you a deal - he’ll agree to take care of this fleshy, mortal host, in exchange for something more precious, more rare, and more delicious than the meal you have brought for Stiles. He wants your pain. He wants your tears. Void!Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader. Pining Best Friends. Extreme Emotional Angst, Hurt No Comfort. Set during Season 3 (with flashbacks to Season 1, Episode 11).

Recently posted, and one of the most 'Halloween' fics I have ever written. Very angsty, very spooky. Great if you are looking for some great emotional Halloween dread - like the kind that a horror movie would bring. It was one of my favourites to write, and I hope you guys enjoy reading it.

Precious Time Alone - Gar Logan x Fem!Reader (DC Titans) (11,800 words)

Even with the ability to see the future, you never would have guessed that your life would lead you to falling in love with the perfect man - someone sweet, caring, funny, cute. Someone with the passion and fire to protect the ones that he loves no matter what. A precious guy with green hair who had the ability to transform into a tiger at will. And when you finally made love to him for the first time, you never could have guessed how that unique ability affected his sex life. You weren’t exactly complaining, but you wished you had seen this coming. At the end of the day, it was just another thing about him to love. Or - Neither you nor Gar knew that he has the ability to knot, and you both find out for the first time when you have sex together. Gar Logan x Fem!Powered!Reader. Established Relationship. Smut/PWP. Set during Season 2, Episode 9.

I put this strictly on the list because it is in the style of A/B/O (even though it's not technically A/B/O, because the reader character is technically human) - because what is Halloween without a little monster fucking? I need to write more monster fucking lmao. Anyway, I love this fic and I love this fic so much - and I hope you will too.

Need - Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader (The Walking Dead) (3,000 words)

Daryl comes back from a run acting strangely needy, and you find out that Zach made him jealous. (You may have to thank Zach later.) Or - Daryl fucks your brains out to prove to himself that you’re his. Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader. Established Relationship. Smut/PWP. Set during early Season 4/The Prison Era.

What would Halloween be without some TWD? There is much 'spookiness' to this one, aside from the fact that it's technically set during a zombie apocalypse - it's just pure porn. But whenever I think of Halloween, I do get the urge to watch TWD, so I had to have my boy Daryl in here somewhere.

Damn The Man, Save The Empire (Five Nights At Freddy's) (6,100 words)

Vanessa has always taken care of you. Since the two of you were kids, she has put her neck on the line for you, and you rarely knew how to return that epic kindness. One night, while both of you are raw and on-edge, the dark cloud of your strange past looming over both of you nearly swallows both of you whole - and once again, Vanessa is right there, taking care of you. (Dark)Dom!Vanessa Shelly x Sub!Gender Neutral Reader. Toxic Co-Dependent Relationship. Smut and Angst. Takes place before the main timeline of the film.

The main spooky thing about this one is the fact that Vanessa is very much a sociopath in this, and who doesn't love a dark fantasy where a serial killer fucks your brains out. I really need to write more fics like this, because this one was so much fun to write - I love writing dark characters to their extreme.

Ghosting - Mike Schmidt x Fem!Reader (Five Nights At Freddy's) (3,700 words)

Mike has been in love with you for as long as he can remember. For about as long as the two of you have been best friends. He always thought he would have more time to work up to confessing those big, dangerous feelings for you - until something more dangerous swooped in and stole any time he had left with you. Mike Schmidt x Fem!Reader. Star-Crossed Lovers. Pure Angst. Set during the events of the movie.

Again, this is one that brings horror movie dread - I think that angst is really great for Halloween, especially because this is based off a great Halloween movie. This won't be for everyone because it doesn't have a happy ending, but if you are looking for something very angsty, I hope you enjoy reading this.

These next ones are on AO3, and like I mentioned, my account is archive locked, so you will need an AO3 account to view these fics. But I think they are really great and deserve a shout out too. Also, these fics don't have covers that have been made by me (except for one lmao) - so thanks to Tumblr's gif search system for these ones.

Hold Me Tight Or Don't - Glenn Rhee x Fem!Reader x Maggie Greene (The Walking Dead) (7,200 words)

Everyone should get one last wish. Right? Well, that’s not exactly something you wanted to be thinking of in the middle of a musty old prison library when you have a pack of Walkers crawling up your ass. But you’ll work with what you’ve got. And you have the loves of your life at your disposal and the remaining time that God has given you. Glenn Rhee x Fem!Reader x Maggie Greene. Established Relationship. Major Character Death. Smut and Heavy Angst. Set during Season 3, Episode 4.

This one I put on the list because of the mixture of angst, gore, and smut. I love fics that have a mixture of gore and sex (it's something that I really should do more often) because I feel like sex and death really have such a natural relationship. And this one, unlike the Daryl fic, really brings the zombie aspect to the forefront. It's one of my favourite fics I have ever written, and I think it is perfect for the spooky Halloween mood.

No Brainer - Derek Cho (Steven Yeun) x Fem!Reader x Melanie Cross (Samara Weaving) (Mayhem (2017)) (7,100 words)

When the ID-7 Virus, aka the Red Eye Virus hits Towers and Smythe Consulting, it throws the entire office building into chaos. With a mandatory quarantine from the CDC in action, that chaos builds in on itself, and somehow, you, Derek, and Melanie get everything that you want. aka You have something Derek and Melanie need. Derek and Melanie have something you want. You all agree to make an exchange, and everyone ends up more than happy. Derek Cho (Steven Yeun) x Fem!Reader x Melanie Cross (Samara Weaving). Strangers to Lovers. Smut. Set during the canon of the film Mayhem.

This one is perfect for Halloween because it's based off of an amazing horror movie. Also, it's no coincidence that there's two Steven Yeun fics on fics on this list. He looks really good covered in blood.

Arms Tonite - Bee (Samara Weaving) x GN!Reader (The Babysitter (2017)) (2,100 words)

Sunrise is fast approaching with every second that ticks by - another second you spend with Bee, another second you lose in the fight to gain more time with her. The deal you had made was impossible to complete, and the Devil was eager to get his claws on your immortal soul. But of course, Bee was brewing up some plans of her own. Bee x Gender Neutral Reader. Friends to Lovers. Angst/Horror. Set outside the events of canon.

This was one of my first shorter fics, and I am still really proud of it. Also, it's great for Halloween cause it involves literal human sacrifice. This was actually one of my first fics to experiment with major gore and violence elements - which was largely inspired by the film. And I would love to write a longer (smut) fic with Bee sometime. I love her character so much and I feel like she is so underappreciated.

Very Good Bad Thing - Antisepticeye x Fem!Demon!Reader (8,200 words)

Valentine's Day is a busy time for you, seeing as you're a sex demon, and you close most of your deals when people are feeling lonely and vulnerable. Of course, Anti just had to interrupt you. To give you his stupid... "present". Anti x Fem!Reader. Exes to Lovers/Frenemies. Smut and Gore.

So, technically this is a Valentine's day fic - because I got the idea that I wanted to post a seasonal fic on Valentine's day on one of my old blogs and this monstrosity came to mind. But this fic is a heavy mixture of gore and smut, so I feel like it would be perfect for Halloween too. This is actually my first ever smut fic that included any gore (and it's my only youtuber ego fic, though I would like to write more of them, because they are so much fun) - and I had so much fun writing it. I love writing about demons and characters who are amoral on their basis, because there is no rules. And that just makes it so much fucking fun.

Anyway, if you read any of these fics, I hope you enjoy them! And I hope you have fun and have a great Halloween!!

[marvelseries19]

DOUBLE TROUBLE

Pairing: Kate Bishop x shapeshifter!reader

Genre: Fluff/suggestive

Summary: (Request) I was picturing a fic where Kate and Reader are newly dating, and Kate has a lot of questions about Reader's ability to shapeshift into other people. What really gets Kate curious is how well Reader would be able to mimic her look. Would that sound like a good start? For the 18+ part let me know what you're comfortable with too, but I was thinking that Kate starts to embarassingly get turned on once Reader copies her form? And from there, Reader suggests that the too fool around so Kate can feel what it's like

A/N: Okay, so this was a bit out of what I'm used to, but I'm happy with the result. However, I'm not sure about writing smut yet so, that's why I stopped at that ending. I remind you that this is a mature content blog, so be aware of the warnings. Also, if this is something you're not into, just skip it. READ THE WARNINGS.

Warnings: + 18, Suggestive. Kate being turned on by her own image I guess.

Word count: 0.9k+

[You do not have permission to repost or translate any of my stories or claim them as yours]

As has been usual for you the last few months of dating Kate, you find yourself spending the afternoon with her at her apartment. It is a quiet evening, and the sun casts its golden glow through her windows. The room is bathed in warm light, which adds to the warm and cozy environment you feel whenever you spend time with your girlfriend. You love this type of improvised plan with the archer, where you just sit together doing your own thing while enjoying the time cuddled up together.

The sound of her soft breathing and occasional laughter fills the room as she glides through a comic while you are just watching videos on your phone. After a while, Kate glances up from her comic book to look at you with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. You can always feel her eyes on you, so you return her look with a content smile. "Hey, what's on your mind? You've got that look in your eyes."

The brunette puts down her comic and shifts closer to you. "I don't know what you're talking about," she says, feigning innocence, to which you give her a knowing look, raising an eyebrow. "You know me too well, women." She sighs. "There's something I've just been thinking about that I meant to talk to you about. But, um, it's kind of personal."

You raise your eyebrows, intrigued. "Oh? Now I'm curious, what is it?"

Kate takes a deep breath as she tries to find the right words. "Okay, so you know how you can, uh, shapeshift into different people?"

You narrow your brows, suspicious about what comes next. " Yeah, I mean, that time I pranked you when I looked like Nat was epic," you say with a light laugh, and your girlfriend reciprocates, albeit awkwardly. "So, what about that?"

Your girlfriend rubs the back of her neck awkwardly. "I've been thinking… what if you tried shapeshifting into, well… me?"

You raise an eyebrow, a mixture of curiosity and uncertainty crossing your face. "Shapeshifting into you? That's... an interesting idea," you say slowly, wondering where this conversation is headed. Kate hesitates before responding, her eyes searching yours for a reaction.

"I know that it's kind of weird to ask, but I've been curious about what it would be like… to, um, see myself through your eyes, maybe even… something more."

You pause, processing what she just told you, and then you smile gently at her. "That’s not weird, Kate. Everyone has their own unique fantasies and curiosities. I’d be more than willing to try it if it makes you happy and helps us explore things together.”

Kate releases a relieved sigh and finally feels her muscles relax. "Really? You're okay with that?"

You nod at her while leaning closer to her to give her a peck on the lips. "Absolutely. We're a team, remember? I love that you felt comfortable enough to share that with me. Let's just give it a try and see how it feels."

The young archer feels a surge of affection and excitement at your words. "That Y/n. You're the best." You grin playfully. "So, should I go for it now or later?"

She blushes as she thinks about it. "How about we save that for tonight?"

"Tonight it is baby."

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Kate is waiting for you, sitting at the edge of the bed, her leg bouncing anxiously. You decide that starting slowly, feature by feature would be better; after all, you don't want to overwhelm her.

You walk close to her from the bathroom. "So, I'm starting with your hair." Your features smoothly shift along with your words. "Then your eyes." The order of features is just the things you like the most about her. You move closer as well as you speak.

The brunette's eyes widen at the sight of you slowly morphing into her and somehow maintaining your very own self. She is speechless, as she sees herself in you.

By the time you complete the shift, you find yourself in between her legs, holding her face between your hands. "So, how do I look?" You also decide that keeping your voice would be best.

"Wow… you look amazing. This is… incredible." She whispers, her voice filled with wonder and awe. "I never imagined this was possible." Your heart swells with pride at her reaction, knowing that you have successfully completed the transformation flawlessly.

You feel a sense of relief that she is pleased with the transformation and grateful that your efforts were not in vain. As you gaze into her eyes, you can see a newfound appreciation and understanding in her expression. "You truly are an artist," she says, her eyes shamelessly checking you out as she wraps her arms around your waist, slowly pulling you closer to her, ending with you straddling her lap.

"I'm glad you like it." You move your hand to caress the back of her neck. "Should we see where this goes?" You whisper next to her ear, making goosebumps rise on her skin as she nods in agreement, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. The air between you crackles with anticipation as you lean in for a kiss, knowing that this moment could be the start of something incredible.

The intensity of the moment is palpable as you both lean in, closing the distance between your lips. As your kiss deepens, you feel a rush of excitement and possibility flood through you, igniting a spark that promises an unforgettable journey ahead.

It's fair to say that you indeed saw and felt where things were going.

[porcelainseashore]

Teenage Headache Dreams (5)

Series Masterlist

Pairing: High School! College! Leon Kennedy x Dancer! Fem! Reader

Summary: You’re a bored, but ambitious high school student who can’t wait to escape small town life and make it in the big city. You thought you had it all figured out, until you unwittingly befriend the resident golden boy, Leon. A series of events beginning from junior year to college until Resident Evil 2 Remake.

Warnings: 18+ Swearing, Recreational Drug Use, Eventual Smut, No (Y/N), Ambiguous/Open Ending

Content: High School AU, College AU, Pre-Resident Evil 2, Fluff, Romance, Cliche, Friends to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Lack of Communication

Author's Note: Final chapter, wow! Well, not quite. I am working on a Part 2 Ghosts from the Past that will fix the Hurt No Comfort ending to this fic. Before I forget, the Smut warning also applies here. It’s my first time writing smut, please be gentle 🙂 Thanks again for all your wonderful support!

AO3 Link

Chapter 5: Is This Goodbye?

Your time in college was exactly how you imagined it - exciting, eye-opening and challenging. Not only did you develop a lot artistically in those years, you became a bolder, more street smart version of yourself. What was initially raw ambition turned into a cosmopolitan New York drive that rubbed off on you. Whenever you came back to visit your hometown, you were seen as that sophisticated, big city woman you’d always wanted to be.

Leon on the other hand had grown more quiet and serious. He still joked around with you, but it seemed like his focus on doing well at the police academy matured him. He became analytical and observant, following the “look before you leap” approach more often than not. The training had also done his physique good - he was at his fittest and strongest yet.

You were proud of him. He had turned into the man you wanted to be with, not that you had ever doubted his abilities. However, it was a lot tougher to keep up the long-distance relationship than both of you had expected. It wasn’t so simple to see each other, which needed a couple of adjustments, and college life was in itself filled with hard work and distractions. Despite that, you powered through, hoping it would get easier someday, or that your paths would align better again. For now, you had to content yourself with meeting at home during the holidays, or making the trip out to either college for the odd weekend.

There were people who said it wouldn’t last. That you were wasting away your college years being with your high school sweetheart, when you should be living it up and partying like you were single. You knew where they were coming from, and you were pretty sure Leon was probably going through the same dilemma as you, but for some reason both of you didn’t want to give up. That said, you knew you had to end the distance at some point. It was clearly taking a toll on your relationship.

When you graduated from your respective colleges and returned home for a break before moving on with the next chapter of your lives, you were thankful to get some much-needed time together for once. However, the few months you had to yourselves flew by so quickly, you felt like it wasn’t enough. It never was.

“So… you could have picked literally anywhere to be stationed, but you chose Raccoon City?” You sighed audibly, as a way of letting your displeasure at the news be known. Here you were, in Leon’s house, shifting around a couple of moving boxes to help him pack up his stuff. He would be joining his new police family in a week’s time. 

Dumping one of the boxes on the ground in frustration, you continued on your rant. “I mean, you were practically a Valedictorian!”

Instantly, you felt Leon’s arms wrap around you from behind, holding you close to him as he murmured into your hair. “Baby, we’ve gone through this. You know I’ve wanted to be put on the Arklay murder cases.” He squeezed you tighter. “I’ll prove myself, I know I can.”

“It’s not about that.” You turned to face him with a pensive frown, tracing the outline of his jaw with your fingers. “I believe you’ll be the finest goddamn cop in the world, but I thought we wanted to stop being apart?”

His brows etched together as he regarded you with a hint of dejection. “Well, what do you want me to say? We knew this wouldn’t be easy.”

“I want to be with you, Leon.” You kissed his neck and buried your face into it, inhaling his musky scent deeply. “Close to you.” 

He shivered, closing his eyes as your hot breath hit his skin. “Then why don’t you come stay with me?”

You looked up, startled by his sudden proposal. “What? Are you sure?”

“More than sure.” He opened his eyes, staring at you resolutely.

You didn’t expect him to ask you to move in with him so soon, but in some way you were comforted by the fact that he still felt so strongly about you, despite these difficult years. You were tempted to give in and just say “Yes”, but at the back of your mind, you knew you had a decision to make. You had received offers from various dance companies, most of which were located in New York or abroad, where you would be thriving. Not out in the middle of nowhere in the Midwest.

The sharp trill of a telephone ringing cut through the air, interrupting your thoughts. Leon broke away apologetically. “Uh- sorry, I need to take this.”

You waited in the hallway, hearing only snippets of the conversation, but it sounded like Leon was confused. You regarded him curiously, as he walked back to where you stood with a puzzled look on his face.

“They told me not to come in,” he muttered to himself.

“Huh? Who?” you questioned.

“I don’t know, someone at the RPD.” He paused, his forehead creasing as he scowled. “They said there were some issues and to stay away for now.”

“Nothing else?” 

“Nuh uh.” He shook his head.

“That’s weird.” You folded your arms, trying to rack your brain for plausible explanations. 

“Maybe they’ll call you again when they’re ready?” You suggested, stroking his arm reassuringly. “It’s probably some admin mess up.”

He shrugged, looking rather crestfallen. You knew how eager he was to start his new job and seeing him in such a state made you feel bad for him.

“Come here.” You reached out, taking him in your arms again. “I know you’re frustrated it’s not working out as planned,” you began. “But honestly, I’m just happy to have you to myself for a little longer.”

He peered down at you, the corners of his mouth breaking out into a smile. “You’re impossible,” he breathed, sealing your lips with an intimate kiss.

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A week went by, and then another. Leon heard nothing.

However, you relished the lazy mornings waking up next to him in bed, snuggling together which often led to something more. You didn’t want this to end, but in the coming days, you noticed him pace around the room anxiously, glancing every so often at the telephone, in the hopes he would get another call to report in.

It finally came to a breaking point, where he decided that he should just go in anyway to check on things. His parents cooked up a farewell meal the night before to send him off. You sat next to him at the dining table, looking down at your plate and poking gingerly at the food. You had hardly eaten.

When his parents went into the kitchen to bring out more drinks and the dessert, he whispered into your ear, “You know, it’s rude to play with your food.”

You turned towards him with a wistful smile, admitting, “I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too,” he replied. Below the table, his hand crept underneath your skirt, tracing the side of your thigh, before making its way between your legs. You closed your eyes and sighed at his touch. “But it’s only temporary, right?”

His words caused you to look away in shame, biting your cheek. You still hadn’t made up your mind about the offers and in turn, whether you would live with him. But deep down, you knew you were just stalling for time. It was one thing moving to the city, but moving countries? That would most likely spell the end of your relationship. 

“I don’t know where I’m going… yet.”

He tilted your chin in his direction and you could see the weariness in his eyes, like he was tired of rehashing this topic over and over again. “Look, let’s just enjoy this last night together, ok?”

“Yeah.” You didn’t know why, but something about the way he said it felt so final and it bothered you. But you didn’t want to argue anymore. You wanted to pretend that everything was fine as it was.

Then, his parents came back to the table and his mom gestured to the wine bottle in her hand. “Some more?”

You nodded and thanked her, as she filled your glass and his dad served out the dessert. All the while, Leon’s hand never left your inner thigh, drawing absentminded circles on your skin, apparently impatient to have some alone time with you.

Soon, they excused themselves to retire to bed, leaving you and Leon to clear away the dishes. Once that was done, you settled on the living room couch, where you had shared many memories of watching movies and chatting til the early hours of the morning. Curling up against Leon, you rested your head against his chest, feeling its rise and fall, and listening to his heartbeat.

“Shall we pick up from where we left off?” His fingers grazed your bare legs again. One last time? A voice echoed in your head, but you shrugged it off.

“Are they asleep?” You wondered out loud.

“Pretty certain,” he replied nonchalantly. “You’re getting rusty at this, aren’t you?” He smirked, sinking his weight onto you so that you fell back on the cushioned seat of the couch, while he groped your hips and breasts through your lace camisole, planting kisses all over your body.

You felt like teenagers again, making out and fondling each other over your clothes on the couch, while his parents slept soundly upstairs. Back then, it never led to anything too serious. You were just fooling around and exploring each other’s bodies without getting caught. This time though, your clothes didn’t stay on for very long.

He chuckled at your restlessness as you tugged off his shirt, running your hands along his toned chest towards his abs. “Enjoying the view?”

“It’s not bad,” you half-lied, throwing him an alluring smile as you palmed his growing erection through his jeans. He hissed in response, grinding it against your hand. “But this is just getting in the way.”

“Well, if the lady insists-” He pushed himself up to a seated position and you groaned at the loss of contact, as well as in anticipation of his cheesy comeback. “-then who am I to deny her?” You heard the sound of his belt unbuckle as he slid out of his jeans, chucking it carelessly to the floor.

The bulge in his plain black boxers caused you to subconsciously lick your lips as he hovered over you, slipping the straps of your camisole to the sides suggestively. “I don’t think it’s fair that I’m the only one getting naked here.”

Nuzzling your nose against his playfully, you stole a quick kiss from his lips before shifting yourself up, allowing him to take your top off with ease. He hummed in appreciation as your breasts spilled out, nipples hardening from the cool air in the room. You knew he liked it when you went without a bra. Cupping your right breast in his hand, he gave it a small squeeze, thumbing its peak before taking it into his mouth, licking and sucking it eagerly. A low moan escaped from your throat, as you grasped tufts of his blonde hair, while his other hand slid under the waistband of your skirt, pulling it down unceremoniously. 

His tongue flicked against your nipple at the same time as he stroked your folds through the soaked fabric of your white thong that accentuated your curves perfectly. Your body jolted from the sensitivity as you held back a whimper.

“Mm… so wet already,” he murmured, somewhat proud of himself. It wasn’t always this way. You remembered the first time you and Leon had sex - the awkwardness, fumbling around blindly in the dark, trying to find your way into the positions, but at least there was a lot of laughter. Eventually you adjusted and learnt how your bodies responded to each other, and now he knew how to make this night memorable.

Pushing your thong to the side, you felt his index finger enter your pussy as his thumb played with your clit, causing you to gasp in response. “You like that, baby?” he asked, checking in with you.

“Mm hm,” you nodded, your voice sounding high-pitched and strained. “More,” you begged.

He obliged, slipping in another finger and quickening the pace slightly. You moved your hips against them, allowing him to penetrate you deeper, and coating his fingers with your arousal. As he continued thrusting into you, he trailed the tip of his tongue from your breasts, down along your stomach, reaching your mound and finally swirling it around your throbbing clit. Your breathing grew shallow and rapid with each stroke.

His fingers curled forward, pressing against that sweet, spongy spot, causing you to jerk in response, clamping his face between your thighs. Your core tightened and burned, as waves of euphoria built up in your body. Biting into your knuckles to let out a strangled moan, the walls of your pussy clenched around his fingers as you reached your climax.

It felt as if the world had stopped spinning for a moment as you came down from your orgasm, chest heaving and sweat dripping between your breasts. “Wow,” you exhaled. Gradually, your vision came into focus as you saw Leon facing you, grinning through his plump lips, moistened by a mixture of saliva and your fluids.

“Was it good?” He had the audacity to ask, even though he already knew the answer. However, the praise he received from you couldn’t hurt. Rolling your eyes, you shifted your weight onto his body, pushing him against the backrest of the couch as you sat on his lap. 

“It was amazing,” you acknowledged, kissing him sloppily as you tasted yourself on his mouth, before slinking down to the ground on your knees, coming to rest between his legs. His eyes widened in recognition, taking the hint as he pulled down his boxers, kicking them to the side. Instinctively, you reached for his cock, already painfully hard and erect. The tip of it was weeping with precum which you smeared with your thumb, causing it to twitch in your hand as he gritted his teeth and groaned into your touch.

Leon’s gaze was transfixed on you as you pumped his shaft a few times sensually, before running your tongue along the length of his cock, filling it entirely in your mouth when you reached the top. 

He sucked in a sharp breath. “God, that’s hot.”

You pulled your mouth off his cock, still keeping your hand tightly wrapped around its base. How could you pass up on such an opportunity to tease him? Batting your eyelashes, you pouted up at him. “You want me to continue?”

You swore you could have heard a whimper, before he pleaded, a little too enthusiastically, “Fuck yes,” so much so you had to remind him to keep his voice down.

Satisfied with his mini outburst, you smiled cheekily and went back at it. He held your hair up firmly with one hand and balled the other into a fist, gripping the edge of the seat as he watched you suck on his cock through half-lidded eyes. Your lips stretched over it as you took it all the way in and came back up, circling your tongue around the tip and ridge. He threw his head back, turning to the side to muffle his whines and you sped up, increasingly turned on by the sounds you drew out of him.

At some point, Leon tapped on your shoulder lightly, indicating for you to stop. “I’m sorry, baby. I won’t last if you keep doing this,” he made out through labored breaths.

You nodded understandingly as he pulled you up again into his arms, so that you were straddling his lap, and he littered you with tender kisses in appreciation. You cherished these moments of affection in between. It was like a calm respite in the eye of the storm. 

Afterwards, you discarded the thong that was looking a little worse for wear and lifted yourself slightly, guiding his cock towards your entrance as he rested his hands on both sides of your ass. He took in the view fully, his dilated pupils burning with desire, as he memorized every detail of your body and the intoxicated expression so clearly marked across your face when you sank down onto him.

Once you had eased in, you moved up and down his hard length, breasts bouncing in a similar motion as you rocked your hips in sync with his thrusts upwards into you. Clinging on to his broad shoulders, you gasped each time he bottomed out inside. He whispered in hushed tones, telling you how beautiful you were, how good you felt, and how much he was yours, as you swallowed your guilt, pushing away whatever dreams you had of a future living together with him.

Seemingly oblivious to your thoughts, Leon kneaded your ass, spreading its cheeks apart as you rode his cock faster and harder to distract yourself. Feeling another orgasm build up in your aching cunt, you dug your nails into his skin, the sensation causing him to growl and buck his hips up, plunging into you. When you let out a loud yelp, he stopped abruptly, eyeing you with concern as you raised a hand to your mouth in embarrassment.

“Was that too much?” “You think they heard me?” You both asked in unison, before exchanging looks and giggling quietly, as you reassured him that he hadn’t hurt you. The room was silent except for your breathing and nothing stirred in the night. It seemed like his parents must be heavy sleepers.

“Leon…” you called out, gently caressing his cheek as he stared at you with those icy blue eyes. “I want you, but-”

“Shhh, it’s ok,” he interrupted, bringing his finger to your lips, as if he already knew what you were about to say. Maybe he just wanted tonight to be perfect as it was too. Tomorrow could wait.

The next minute, he pulled you flush against his hips, before pinning you flat onto the couch seat with your wrists restrained above your head. Your legs were wrapped around his waist and his cock was still buried deep in your pussy. With renewed vigor he set a relentless pace as he pounded into you, coaxing moan after moan from your mouth. He leaned in to kiss your throat, muttering against your skin, “Show me how much you want me.”

You knew what he meant. He wanted to hear his name on your lips as he fucked you with such desperation, as if to remind you that you were his. As if he was afraid to lose you. Maybe it was because he didn’t know when would be the next time he’d see you. Or perhaps he had a gut feeling that you’d leave him for some fancy dance company far away.

His blazing cerulean eyes bore into you, savoring every reaction that he could elicit from your body, as he covered your mouth and slammed his hips against your pussy mercilessly.

“Ah- fuck! Leon!” With each thrust, you screamed into his cupped hand in pleasure until your voice was hoarse, and you were positive that if anyone was in the hallway, they would hear the unmistakable sound of skin slapping against skin and muted cries.

It didn’t take long for your climax to hit again and you arched your back, crying out his name for a final time as your mind went blank and your body spasmed uncontrollably. His rhythm started to falter as he felt your cunt squeeze and milk him for all its worth. Beads of sweat trickled down his brow as he locked eyes with you, and you caught a glimpse of sadness in them, resulting in a similar pang to seep into your heart. He knew it would soon be over. 

Finishing off with a few more thrusts, he filled you deep with his hot cum, groaning your name and capturing your lips in another feverish kiss. With that, he collapsed on top of you in a heap, both of you panting heavily as you felt a pool of wetness on your face. Were those tears? Were they yours or his? You weren’t sure anymore.

After a moment of silence, you heard a faint whisper, “Please, don’t leave me.” You didn’t respond, but instead stroked his damp hair soothingly, placing a lingering kiss on his forehead as you closed your eyes and sighed.

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The morning after, all that remained was a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach as Leon made his final preparations to head off. You avoided each other’s gaze as you shuffled around the house, placing the remaining items in his jeep. You used to laugh at the size of that monstrous car, but you had to eat your words when he drove you to both of your favorite secluded spots, where you would sit back together on its spacious hood with blankets and drinks, watching the starry night and city skyline in each other’s arms. So many memories, so little time.

Finally, it was time and you couldn’t ignore what was coming anymore.

“It’s getting late...” He could barely look at you and his eyes were brimming with melancholy. “I should go.”

He was still standing away from you at arm's length apart, afraid to touch you, in case he might change his mind. You couldn’t stand how permanent this goodbye felt, as if you knew innately that this would be the last you would see of him. There was no explanation to it, just pure, raw energy.

In a last ditch attempt, you blurted out, “I’ll call you.” You reached out to grab his hand. “There’s a dance company near Arklay, I could-”

He took his hand away as if he had been burnt. “Don’t,” he warned, his voice trembling as he choked on his words. “Just don’t play games with me.”

He could see through your empty promises and even though you had repeated the same lie over and over again to yourself that you would stay, it was obvious that your heart was captivated by the glittering city lights of a foreign country, and he couldn’t win you over. Not this time. He knew you would break up with him even before you saw it coming yourself.

“Leon, I-” you paused, hot tears streaming down your face as you met his blue eyes. You longed to profess how much you loved him and what he meant to you, but your emotions were caught in your throat. In the end, you could only manage a feeble, “I’m sorry.”

You saw the flicker of light in his eyes dim out as he glanced away. “Don’t be.” He turned towards his jeep and opened the door. “It’s just how life works out sometimes.” He shrugged dejectedly, as if resigned to his fate.

He climbed into the vehicle and turned on the engine, before facing you one last time. “Goodbye,” he called out softly.

With that, he closed the car door and drove off into the distance.

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The next day, you heard it on the news. Raccoon City would be destroyed due to a deadly viral outbreak. Within a day, the entire city of 100,000 civilians was gone, wiped off the face of the Earth. For the greater good. Your mouth twisted in distaste at the government’s decision as the glass of water you were holding slipped through your hand, shattering onto the floor.

There was an incessant ringing sound in your ear and you tasted metal on your tongue. Your whole body went numb as you kept your eyes peeled on the TV, your breath coming in short until you started hyperventilating. 

Leon? Dear god, Leon! Please let him be alive, you prayed to some unknown, higher entity.

Your parents had to hold you up and drag you away from the living room, shutting off the TV as they ushered you into your old bedroom to calm you down. There could be survivors, they said. And for some time, you had hope. 

As weeks passed and you heard nothing except stone cold silence, that hope began to diminish. You didn’t know how painful heartbreak was until you experienced it - the wrenching of skin, tearing of tissue, a crushing force against your organs. 

You were so foolish. You should have told him how you felt. Now you had nothing left except regret. Wishing that you could have turned back the clock and gone to a prestigious arts college near Springfield instead, just so you could have spent more time together. Wishing again, that you would have accepted his offer to live with him. And finally, wishing that you had convinced him to stay one more day, so he would be here, in front of you, still living.

You would have given everything up and more to have him back. But he was gone. And this time, it really was too late.

Grief has no bounds, and you couldn’t spend a second longer in the place where you grew up. Not if you wanted that very same grief to rip into you and consume you. So you did the one thing you knew how to do best. Run. Run away as far as you could to somewhere that wouldn’t remind you of the boy you shared all the good and bad times with. The boy you loved and lost.

As you packed your things with no plan of where you were headed to next, a strong gust of wind blew through the open window, causing a bunch of papers on your desk to scatter across the floor. And there you saw it. The long-forgotten card, with white text embossed on white background, serendipitously landing right in the middle of where you were standing.

TANZTHEATER SILJE VÖLKER

Staring at the card for a moment, you quickly picked it up, placing it securely into your handbag, next to the college graduation photo you and Leon had posed in together. Both of you were happy back then, with so much hope and dreams ahead of you. 

You shook your head, muttering to yourself, “Hey, loser.” 

If Leon was up there somewhere, please just let him hear this. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t say I love you.”

Wiping away the tears that never ceased to fall these days, you took one final glance around the room, before turning on your heel and never looking back.

[lady-therion]

Hello :3 I'm rather fond of your fic "At Second Sight". This is just a shot in the dark, but is there any chance of this story being continued? I love the concept of Azriel accidently being turned into a dragon and having the ability to shift. I love the dynamic between Elain and Az as they try to navigate through it. (And Amren 🤭) I'm so so curious about what happened next. I realize it's been a looooong while, but I just wanted to inquire. :)

Hello! It always makes me smile whenever I get a message or a comment about that fic. It holds a really special place in my heart even though it’s been a minute (or two or three) since I last updated it.

The short answer is: Yes entirely possible that I’d return to this again.

I took a long break from fandom to focus on my original writing and play in other fandoms. But every once in a while I come back into my drafts and tinker around with Dragon Azriel and Elain.

Messages like these can also really inspire writers to return. Thanks for asking ☺️

[xthescarletbitch]

Hello, hello! I'm here to ask a very important question:

What do you think Aloy would be like as a romantic partner? As a wife? My personal headcanons are that she'd be:

-super caring and kind

-would be genuinely curious about your interests and would love talking with you about any and everything

-shes pretty blunt and sarcastic but I feel like it'd be pretty endearing. Like she'd sass anyone who was giving you trouble or just being a nuisance to general

-compassionate and sympathetic. Would definitely hold you and listen intently if you had a bad day

That's all I got so far (I'm still gonna write that college au fic, so this was a great writing exercise, lol).

that is a very important question… one i’ve been thinking a lot about, actually. i love what you put, and i am in agreement! i’ll also be looking forward to that au. i need more aloy fics. 👀

here are just a few that i’ve thought up while playing. i hope you enjoy! 🥰

✦ aloy loves to give gifts: she knows it isn’t easy for you to sit idly by while she’s out there saving the world, so she wants you to know that you’re not out of her mind completely. she’ll stumble upon something beautiful enough that reminds her so much of you, to the point where she has to grab it and tuck it away to bring it to you later. occasionally, it’ll be an old-world item that she thinks you’ll get a kick out of. i also do not think she’s opposed to just gifting you old-world jewellery like an old-world custom. whatever it is, she finds joy in the smile that comes across your face each time she returns to you with her arms full (the joy also applies when she’s empty-handed, of course… you just missed her).

✦ aloy loves to plan dates: now, this was an idea i had after securing poseidon, but i think she would love to take you out on dates after she’s ensured the location was safe first. the date may be anything from watching the stars on a secluded mountaintop (around base, for example) to a romantic walk through a settlement to the spectacular light show in las vegas—it doesn’t matter. she just wants to be close to you and enjoy that quality time with you before she has to continue on her journey. since she sees so much more than you, i feel that her ability to plan dates is top-tier. she knows all the best sights (and how to secure them if needed).

✦ aloy is big on physical affection: poor baby is always out there risking her life for the world and craves the feeling of her love embracing her. whenever she is finally around you, she never wants to let go or be let go. she makes sure to plan her time around the many hours of cuddling she’ll need before returning to the wilds. it’s a time of catching up on all the physical affection she’s missed while she’s been gone that she knows you’ve been craving, too. she also loves to give and receive as many kisses as possible while there. the others may joke around, acting disgusted, but she doesn’t care. she’s earned it.

✦ aloy loves to give and receive praise: you’re absolutely the first person she’d call on the focus once she accomplishes something. she does it to keep you in the loop and to hear just how excited and happy you are for her. the way you praise her makes her feel so warm and loved. sure, appreciation from others is nice, but it’s so different coming from you. it feels so much more meaningful than you could ever imagine. something as simple as a “i knew you could do it” motivates her to keep going. it’s not an easy journey she’s on and your support is everything. on the other hand, she’ll also dish out the praise right back. if you’ve made moves at the base that has furthered progress, aloy will be so happy for you and ensure that you know just how proud she is of you. while it is a team effort, she is just highly supportive of you and all that you do!

✦ aloy would be protective over you: you’ve fared pretty well in the wilds and have proven that you can defend yourself, but aloy would prefer that you stay safely at the base. she knows that the west is a whole new world with even tougher machines and would sleep much better on her travels knowing that you were somewhere secure (like the base). she also likes knowing she can “go home” to you whenever she wants. sometimes, she’ll walk or ride the extra mile just to be with you for the night. she’s also protective in the sense that if anybody messes with you, she will say something. this is where i’d agree with your sass because those hands are absolutely going on her hips as she handles the situation for you. that’s not to say that she thinks you can’t handle yourself, but nobody messes with her love. even if it’s somebody else close to her, like erend or varl, she’s taking your side 100%. after the conversation, she’ll pull you close and kiss your forehead to ensure you’re okay before continuing with other matters.

✦ aloy would call you every night: this girl cannot fall asleep without talking to you. if there are times when she can’t get back to the base and has to shelter elsewhere, she has to call you to make sure you and everything else is okay. not only that, but it’s an excuse to hear your voice again. it brings her a lot of comfort to get even a little interaction with you. it would become a sort of ritual where you both would talk every night before sleep, telling each other about your day until you fall asleep (still on the call). it makes her feel closer to you, even miles away. it also makes the whole distance thing feel more manageable to deal with. there are nights where you just stay up talking to each other about random things and pretending you are right there next to each other, but you both know you’ll see each other in person again soon… it just can’t come fast enough.

[adrift-in-thyme]

I have fallen in love with your fairy Time fics and would love to read more about it. More fics or more ideas about it, anything you want to share would be lovely.

Whether you share anything more or not Thank you for sharing what you have so far. Don't forget to drink some water, and I hope you have a wonderful day!

Aaaahhhh I’M SO GLAD TO HEAR THAT

I waited to answer this cause you made my day and I wanted to give you a ficlet in return but my inspiration has yet to return from the war (alas finals). I do have a handful of fics I’m working on rn I just…can’t seem to finish them. So I’ll offer you some headcanons and thoughts instead!

I have a lot so I’ll just put them under the cut XD

Time’s mother was a fairy who left the forest to explore and fell for a mortal man she met during her travels. Like Hyrule, she could transform into a human whenever she wanted to and vice versa.

Time’s transformation is much like his mother’s. He can change at will. However, if he comes into direct contact with fae magic his body will automatically start to transform. If he doesn’t want this to happen he has to focus on funneling magic away from that particular ability, which is exhausting.

He feels even more comfortable in his fairy form than in his Hylian one. It makes him feel closer to Navi and the Kokiri.

Malon is the first — and for a long time only — person outside of the Kokiri to know Time’s secret. She thinks he’s absolutely adorable in that form…fae mischief and all. She loves her tiny chaos husband

Warriors found out that Time can transform during the war. Time — then Mask — turned into a fairy solely to fly up and tell off the Great Fairy who had the captain trapped in a bottle to her face. Surprisingly, she listened to him and set Warriors free

Time can heal people like most fairies can, but it isn’t his strong suit. While he can mend even severe wounds, it takes a lot of strength and concentration for him to do so. He usually conks out seconds later — something that causes him to only rely on this power as a last resort.

Time’s wings are a cross between the Luna Moth

And a Crecopia Moth (the largest moth in North America!

While I imagine Hyrule having powerful but small wings, Time’s are HUGE. And though they’re almost transparent (similar to the Luna Moth), they sport the same false eyes you see on the Crecopia. They freak people out when they look closer

I’m still undecided on the coloring of his wings. In my first fic I described them as green and pink (inspired by the Great Fairy mask from Majora’s Mask and his home in the forest). But now I’m pondering changing that to shades of blue and red FD style (with veins of gold). Idk I like the menacing air that would have.

Last but not least, Sky and Time actually get along better after he finds out Time’s secret (every boy eventually finds out; secrets are bound to get out somehow in a group of nosy heroes XD). He gets to see a side of Time he hasn’t before and Time realizes how deeply he can trust him. (You’ll know why when I write the fic hehe)

[hekateinhell]

thinking about Beneath Your Shallows and going absolutely feral over mermaid Armand...

Oops I sent the last ask too early lol (about Beneath Your Shallows and mermaid Armand) but I was going to ask if you had any headcanons you could share about that AU because I lovee your writing and i can't stop thinking about it 🙏

Hiiii! 💙

Thank you so much for this you’re so sweet, this made my day when I got it and it made my day all over again whenever I remembered it! 🥹💙 I am so sorry it’s taken me so long to respond—I was traveling and then I got sick and then I came home and got sick with something else LOL. 

This AU is a little tricky for me—normally I have so many headcanons about all my universes, but with this one I feel it’s a story that is locked into a very specific location (the water) and their roles as human vs otherworldly sea creature, so it’s much more rigid and I have to work harder to be creative with them!

That said, there are things that I thought about when I was trying to write the sequel (still languishing in Google Docs, RIP):

I wanted to borrow a bit from what Anne did in Devil’s Minion and really emphasize how becoming attached to something inhuman will destroy you (I already called Lestat a “ruined thing” in the first fic lmao). But Lestat really does attach to Armand and he projects a lot on him that he doesn’t know really whether or not Armand is capable of returning those sentiments! Armand’s a nonverbal creature that operates purely on instinct, but Lestat’s just a little human guy and he’s really losing the plot and anthropomorphizing Armand! He obsesses about seeing him, he can never tell anyone about him, he spends every waking hour he can at the beach, he sleeps there until it gets too cold to do so, and he loses his mind if Armand isn’t there waiting for him—it feels like rejection, abandonment! Meanwhile Armand is just crounching on a live crab behind some rocks.

They do have a sort of means of communication through giving gifts. 🥹 Of course Lestat’s doing it with human sentiments, like if he were courting a someone with romantic and/or sexual intention. Armand’s more like a crow, seeing shiny stuff and bringing it to Lestat. In addition to the pearls, he brings him sea glass, shells, and jewelry from sunken ships. Lestat discovered Armand will take an interest in his food and offers it to him (mostly meat but sometimes fruit, and although Armand is a carnivore, he will sometimes put it his mouth out of curiosity. He likes peaches).

Lestat does still have to… exist, and he needs money for that. He does work as an actor and sometimes he acts out his parts for Armand who either ignores him completely or stares at him with the same wide, unblinking eyes as my cat when you dangle the feather toy in front of them. Thing is lol Armand doesn’t understand a word Lestat says but he’s attracted to the sound and the movement. And Lestat is like- “oh he loves me 🥹🥰”

Armand is not immortal but he will live for thousands of years, and yes, he will outlive Lestat. ☹️

Armand’s kind mate for life (one and done) and he does have the ability to enchant Lestat should Lestat ever try and leave him. Armand can’t read thought but he can feel intention, so he would feel if Lestat were pulling away from him. It is abnormal that he mated with a human and unfortunate too, given Lestat’s lifespan.

Armand is a very complex but also very base creature—he just needs to eat and procreate and be by the sea. He does not need to sleep but he does feel physical pain, like when laying his eggs.

I imagine the eggs to be like shark eggs—there’s a kind that are actually called mermaid’s purses!

They’re going to have lots of beautiful freaky little half-human, half-mermaid children. Lestat will be horrified watching them come out 💙

my mermaid fic and a follow-up pwp on ao3 💦

[pinchofhoney]

HIII

I cannot express how proud I am to be your mutual. I remember stumbling across your first fic and being ABSOLUTELY awestruck. Now here we are, 400 followers later with such a wide variety of amazing writing by your amazing self. You deserve every follower to come.

So obviously, I decided to take part in your fluff alphabet. Can you do c and z for either Ben or Sirius Black? Either both for one of them or c for Sirius, and z for Ben.

Again, I am super happy and super proud! Love ya loads <3

hii, bby<33 you're litellary the cutest, and thank you for your sweet words!! they mean a lot to me! i decided to write both of them with sirius and i hope you don't mind my choice. lately the weather outside has turned crappy, and whenever it's grey and rainy my love for the harry potter world returns and brings me comfort~~of course let me know your thoughts!! as always i am curious to hear your opinion<3

» fluff alphabet event

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c: cuddles do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?

Oh, Sirius is the biggest cuddler you've ever met. While he may try to hide his affection for it from others by restricting himself to putting his arm around your shoulders, the truth is that he adores cuddling beyond measure. If you were to ask him directly about his love for cuddles, he might playfully dismiss the idea or be a bit shy about revealing his true feelings. However, when you find yourselves in a cozy, private setting, you'll get to experience just how much he enjoys it.

Sirius has a unique way of cuddling that's very sweet and comforting. When it's just the two of you, he becomes incredibly affectionate and attentive. His touch is warm and tender, making you feel safe and peaceful. Each cuddle creates an unspoken connection, as if he's pouring all his love and care into that moment.

What makes his cuddles extra special is how well he understands your needs, because Sirius doesn't cuddle just for himself; he takes great joy in making others feel loved and cherished through cuddling. Whether you prefer a tight cuddle for security or a gentler touch to relax, Sirius has a natural ability to sense what you want. He holds you just right, making sure you feel good.

z: zzz what is a sleep habits of theirs? this section is placed after hogwarts, as the dormitories in school are split by gender

Oof, listen… I don't know how to tell you this. Sirius may be the biggest cuddler in the entire world, no doubt about that, but when it's time to hit the hay, he needs an ample amount of room to get his beauty sleep. Once he drift off to dreamland, he transforms into a sleep-time Picasso of spatial mastery. His arms and legs seem to have a mind of their own as they stretch and sprawl in every direction, like sleep-induced contortionists claiming their kingdom on the bed.

The concept of "personal space" is seemingly foreign to Sirius during sleep. He enters a sleep cocoon of epic proportions, demanding a vast expanse of sleeping real estate. Snuggling becomes a distant memory, as he ventures into uncharted territories of the mattress, exploring the hidden corners of dreamland.

But I'm afraid there's more.

I feel like when the night falls, Sirius might just surprise you with a symphony of snores and nighttime chatter. Yes, you read that right – he's a sleep-time talker, sharing the deepest secrets of his subconscious in a language only dreams can decipher.

As he sails through the dream seas, expect occasional rumbles and melodic snores that could rival a choir of slumbering hippogryphs. He might even have conversations with invisible dream beings, providing an entertaining bedtime performance that leaves you wondering what extraordinary adventures he's experiencing in his dreamscapes this time, but when you ask him what he dreamt the next morning, of course he remembers none of it.

Sleeping with Sirius is like living in a dreamland sitcom, where cuddling meets elbow wedged between the ribs and snores blend with sleepy conversations. It's a one-of-a-kind experience that sometimes gives you a hard time and you're really close to move into the couch.

[alectoperdita]

I originally had this set to be at the end of Bound by Blood under the special thanks section with a few others, but I feel like waiting until it comes out for you to see this just won't due. This will never be enough to convey it all, but I hope it does a little bit;

I've barely spoken to you, mainly through your series, Lure, in the comments. I gifted Bound by Blood to you as well for a few reasons. The first is for bringing one of my favorite series into existence, as you are the creator of that universe. Lure has me under its thumb, and I don't ever see that changing. Lol. The second is that the universe you crafted opened my eyes to how storytelling can be done. It doesn't always need to be one huge multi chaptered story that im terrified I won't be able to get eveything into in one go, and just because one story ends doesn't mean it has to STOP. Looking at Lure made me realize I had the ABILITY to make a universe. You inspired me, and in the scope of it, Scarlet Oath now exists because of you as well. The third, well, that's easy. After reading Lure, my brain was trapped in the Yakuza hole. Lol. And finally... Thank you, Alecto, for opening my world and teaching me that I don't have to be linear in telling a story. That I can shape mountains and grow wonderful masterpieces whenever I want, and I don't have to leave something I've made behind. It's a gift I'll never forget. You helped give me a universe, and I'll never be able to tell you how much that means to me.

We may have recently made acquaintances, but rest assure it has also impacted me. Your recent comments on Lure have got me think about the series again and returned me a measure of confidence to try and tackle the next chapter of What you can't bury sooner rather than later. There were a number of bits and themes I built into the narrative that I never was quite sure came through to the readers, but you mentioned and discussed many of them. That gave me hope if that makes sense? So thank you for reminding me that I love this series from the bottom of my heart, and that struggle to sometimes write it is worth it.

(In general, this has been a rough week, so know that you were responsible for a few of the bright spots there was both with this ask and with Bound by Blood.)

I totally get you about the "terrified about not being able to get everything you want into one multi-chapter fic." While that is definitely a valuable skill to nurture, should you want to, it's probably more valuable to just write. When the other possibility is being paralyzed with fear over an overwhelming project, I think I rather do it "imperfectly" and tackle it as serial than not at all. I don't think Lure would've ended up as lengthy as it currently is, if I tried to tackle it as one huge project like Side Deck. I think I just wouldn't have.

I hope everyone who writes can fall in love with their stories and characters to the point where they want to spin an entire universe around it. Get obsessed with your own creations. And even if you put it down for a while, you can go back to it whenever you feel like it, no matter how much time has passed. So it makes me really happy to hear you feel that way about your own universe in development. I'm super excited to see where Scarlet Oath takes us!

(And boy do I feel you about the yakuza hole. Got three series where at least one of them is affiliated with the yakuza so far. Don't be surprised if more pop up in the future.)

[spookyserenades]

Hiii!!!!!

I have a question and it's not necessarily Trouvaille related, so feel free to decide whether or not to answer!

I wanted to ask you about your writing process. I've been trying to get myself to write a longer piece of work for QUITE some time now, but I always chicken out. As a reader, I love your style. The ability to communicate effectively without sounding dry and lackluster, your character building, your storylines... they are what I hope to achieve in my own work. So some of my main questions are:

How do you work up the perseverance to stick with a project?

How do you stay consistent with a character or a storyline without getting carried away? Do you do something specific to get you in the head space of the story you're working on?

What are key things that you think helped you as a writer create more complex and intricate works?

How do you come up with a satisfying pace or arc for your stories?

And lastly, how much time do you spend on the storyline creation vs actual writing? Or do you tend to go with the flow more so than following an outline?

Again, no need to answer these if you don't feel like it.

Love your writing, and thanks for your great work. Trouvaille has gotten me through so many lonely nights while my partner worked overnights. I can't wait to see where it goes, and I'll keep my eye out for any new work from you!

Hello sweets!! Ah stoppp you're such a nice person, I'm happy to answer your questions Trouvaille related or not 💜 Also thank you for liking my writing and seeking out advice, that is such a wonderful compliment 🥺

Writing a story that has multiple chapters, long word counts, and/or both can be very daunting, but also rewarding! The key here is to dive into what you're most excited about. If an idea pops into your head (for example: perhaps a BTS Ot7 fic where they're princes, and MC is a princess) maybe you'll start with moodboards on Pinterest to get your "vibe" down visually. Maybe you're into music; you can make a playlist that captures the general themes of your idea to get you amped up to write. Gather books/movies/TV shows that share similar themes, and if needed, write down any research you'd have to make (for the Prince!AU, perhaps research royalty, societal classes in your target time period, apparel, etc.) This first step, gathering initial inspiration, is crucial in my opinion to "commit" to your idea and bring it closer to reality!

How do you work up the perseverance to stick with a project? This can be a personal thing, in my opinion. What I've written above is another way to keep persevering when tackling a longer written work; keep returning to your sources of inspiration and add to them if you come across new ones. I find if I'm lacking motivation to write, returning to my Pinterest boards to freshen them up, watching a movie that inspired a character, or updating a playlist gets me excited to write again or even give me new plot ideas! Other than that you can try two things that I've done A) Give yourself a deadline (not recommended if you struggle with those, but it does force you to work on time management and create a writing schedule) or B) Make a document where you briefly "dump" plot points or arcs that you have planned off the top of your head, then write a general drabble about the points you're most excited to tackle. You don't have to write everything in chronological order if you are struggling to get started!

How do you stay consistent with a character or a storyline without getting carried away? Do you do something specific to get you in the head space of the story you're working on? So what I've done to keep track of my character's general backstories and traits is make a separate document dedicated to that alone. I recommend making a profile for EVERY character, even the minor ones, just so you can refer to this profile whenever you forget details about them (this is particularly helpful for minor characters Ex. Ben, Laura, Alice in Trouvaille). Here you can list their physical appearance, personalities, media that inspired their character, backstories and families, etc. This rough document is crucial to me, and truthfully it is what I tackled before I even started Chapter One of Trouvaille. As for getting into the right headspace, I'd say it's all about writing about things you truly enjoy. I love spooky/paranormal things, so I knew that was going to be a theme in Trouvaille. I'm not a fan of sports, so I'd never write a sports!AU. Write what you like, and that's half the battle!

What are key things that you think helped you as a writer create more complex and intricate works? Inspiration, inspiration, inspiration! I'll say it until I'm blue. You gottttta go live life, enjoy good books and movies, and listen to an array of music genres. You'll never know what you'll end up liking! The best way to feed your imagination (which of course fuels your writing) is to sample many things life has to offer. Trouvaille is like a big quilt of many things I love (Ex. TV show Twin Peaks, movie Constantine, Alice is based off of a friend of mine, my brother lives in Wyoming like Namjoon once did, Jeongguk has experience with paranormal investigation like me!) Think of yourself as a weaver, connecting all of these things together. It can be hard to see how they fit, but it's a FUN challenge! Another important thing to remember is that your characters carry most of the weight of the story, so make them as realistic as you can! People aren't perfect, so give them flaws (Trouvaille MC is non-confrontational, for example), give them challenges and obstacles, and when you write dialogue, read it out loud to yourself to make sure that it flows naturally. Try not to use vocabulary you wouldn't use on a day-to-day basis. You do not need to compare a character's eyes to thirty different gemstones LOL!

How do you come up with a satisfying pace or arc for your stories? Unless you want a slow-burn, pace is entirely up to you! I love both slow-burn fics and ones that are more fast paced. Depending on your plot, some things happen more slowly than others. Falling in love usually doesn't happen over night. Resolving a huge fight can take time. If it's Ot7, stretching out how the MC gets with each of them can not only seem more organic but also can lengthen your work and give you time to develop other aspects to your plot aside from the romance (give it some meat!) Going back to what I said earlier, you can plan out basic bullet points to an arc that you're working on, then tackle each bullet point in your first draft to see what the pacing is like and if you're satisfied with it/it seems natural to you!

And lastly, how much time do you spend on the storyline creation vs actual writing? Or do you tend to go with the flow more so than following an outline? So! Honesty time! I usually dive straight into writing 💀 Since I've been writing Trouvaille for a little over two years, I usually come up with new arcs or wrap up existing ones by sitting down and going for it. I'm familiar with the characters by now and the BIG parts that need to happen, so the minor details and subplots come out while working up to the "main events". Very little time is spent on my separate docs for basic arcs these days, however, they were crucial in the early ones. I'm writing a new fic Sanctity, however, where I'm in the middle of creating storyline docs just to get my footing! So I'd say the further along you get creating a work, you feel more comfortable just going with the flow. Getting started is the hard part, so outlines are your friends until you are familiar with your characters and all of the plots you are working with ❤️

AH this was long I'm sorry but I HOPE hope hope it was somewhat helpful!! And I'm so glad that Trouvaille was able to keep you company, that means the world to me honey 🥺💕 I'm wishing you all of the luck in the world on your future works, you got this!! It's so rewarding 💜💜💜

[lafayetteworld]

okay i wanna start this off with i hope you’re having a good day and an incredible year!

and now my question you’ve probably heard so many times, i just want you to know i’m not trying to pressure you or be annoying or anything, i was just wondering if you plan to return to providence or what if we were other people? i’ve read your comments on the post and i saw that you said you had essentially lost interest because of how terribly written DC made their characters. but then on another reply you had said that life had just taken a toll on you and that you planned to come back whenever possible (i’m pretty sure that’s what you said, i’m paraphrasing to the best of my ability).

i was just wondering, again, no pressure. i’m pretty sure i’ll live another couple years if you decide to delay providence indefinitely or something. i just really love your work and wanted to know! :) have a good day

Hi there, It's okay to ask. I'd do the same with a fic I loved if the author suddenly stopped writing (I actually do have a lot of fics I like that are on hiatus, which is frustrating). Both of those things happened. When I started writing Providence, I was in a pretty poor state, mentally speaking, right during the height of the pandemic. Writing helped me get better. I had more time back then to write, so the chapters flew out, one after another. Unfortunately, Providence also got out of hand a little as the story became more and more complex. Then, the pandemic was over, and I started having less and less time to write. At the same time, I had no time to go back and review the story to ensure consistency. This has led me to feel a little under pressure, so I started What If, which is a much 'easier' story to write. Subsequently, I made the mistake of reading Robin 2021 and all the new iterations of Damian Wayne, which really soured me on DC comics as a whole. I genuinely hate what Williamson did with him. I can see why it appealed to some people, but I struggled to connect with the characters/stories because I didn't recognize them. I had originally planned to take a small break and return to the older comics only, but life got in the way! I just became busier and busier, and I struggled to gain the momentum I had before with writing. Unfortunately, my commitments aren't any less BUT I have recently started to prioritise writing again. Other fandoms have helped me get back into it :) I am currently re-writing What If and hoping to finish it at the beginning of 2025. As for Providence - I would need to rewrite this story completely, both to address grammar and inconsistencies, but also because I do not agree with some plot directions I took in the past (the story wouldn't look vastly different, but I'd need to look at different timelines, and the 'lore'). I am hoping to address this in 2025, as well, once What If, is closed. Thank you for your patience. It warms my heart to know that so many people keep returning to these stories. I never thought they'd end up being this popular or liked :)

[revvethasmythh]

Random-ass fic question: Of all the dialogue you've published so far, what is your favorite line/exchange/monologue? What is it about that dialogue that you enjoy most? Was there anything notable about the process to come up with it?

Did I just go through ALL of my published fics scouring them for favorite dialogue? 100%, absolutely I did. But, ironically, my answer is actually from the most recent fic I published, which was a holiday themed Gale/Durge piece I wrote back in December.

I suppose the context of the moment is important, in that Durge is having trouble adjusting to mundane life after everything and Gale is seeking advice from Jaheira about this. My favorite published dialogue is Jaheira's monologue from the end of that fic (that first dialogue is from Gale):

“So what do I do?” Jaheira shrugged, her voice uncommonly gentle. “You find space for her. Space for her to try and to fail. Space for her to experiment and to grow. I was growing larkspur recently—they’re beautiful flowers, but, like anything, they require care. Full sun, moist soil, and mine grew to be quite tall, so they required a stake to give them support.” Her hands opened and closed and she stared into the corner of the room, as if searching for the right words. “Living things love to grow. All living things can grow into something beautiful, I believe, as long as you treat them right and give them the support they need to keep going. But the growing itself? That’s for them to do. You want my advice? Be her sun. Keep your hand steady at her back. Find her the space to grow and the means to do so. Then you can only hope you will watch her flourish.” She tipped her head from side to side. “I don’t know how much that will help, but that’s what you get when you ask for wizened advice, yes?”

I don't know, something especially about "living things love to grow" stuck with me after writing that. I actually, genuinely think about it frequently, as if it was advice given to me by Jaheira and not something I thought up on my own. Also, I think I love it because it feels very in character? I finished it and I was like "yes! THAT was a successful representation of her character and something she absolutely WOULD say."

I WISH there was something notable about the process of writing this. Well, actually I'd written 7k of that fic in one day all at once because I was trying to meet a deadline to publish it, so by the time I got to this I was a little delirious and I actually think it helped me channel Jaheira because I just was not overthinking it. If delirium can give you anything, it's the ability to not overthink what you're doing and just follow your instincts to put the right things on paper.

Also a bonus favorite UN-published dialogue below the cut because it's funny and also I just like to add bonus things whenever I talk about my writing:

This is a conversation that never ended up getting published because I lose momentum on the piece (I might return to it one day, still, but for now it's on indefinite hiatus). But every time I see this in my notes it just makes me cackle. Like, yeah, this IS a conversation Beau and Veth would have

Beau threw her head back and growled in frustration. “I know you love your husband. But are you happy?” Silence fell. Assurances sprang to Veth’s lips, but for the first time she found she couldn’t force them out. To her complete humiliation, she felt tears start to gather in her eyes. “Beau,” she began haltingly. “I-I don’t know what to do.” “Oh, shit,” Beau’s hands were planted on the table, fingers splayed wide and rigid. “You’re crying. Oh gods. I’ve literally never seen you cry.” “I don’t know what to do, Beau! Oh my gods, I’m crying.” She paused to swat at her wet cheeks in disbelief. “Oh shit, oh fuck, okay, come here.” Beau practically vaulted over the table to get next to Veth, throwing her arms around her and pulling her close. “I don’t cry!” Veth wailed, letting herself fall into Beau’s arms. “What did you do to me?” “I don’t know! I just asked you a question. Shit, I wish Caduceus was here. He would know what to do.” “Caduceus? I don’t want to talk about this with Caduceus!” “Okay, cool, cool, cool, good thing he’s not here, then.” Beau patted Veth’s back and tightened her grip on her. “Let it out, Veth. Just let it all out.” “You’re so bad at this.” “Hey, I’m trying! And, no, I’m not bad at this. I give great hugs.” Veth sniffled pathetically, nuzzling her head into the crook of Beau’s shoulder. “I bet Yasha gives better hugs. What if I want Yasha to hug me instead?” “Veth,” Beau’s breath hissed in through gritted teeth. “I know you’re going through a crisis right now, but I will punt your ass right back to Nicodranas.”