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Facing The Monster Head On (Pt. 1)

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x trans! actor!reader

Word Count: 2k

Rating: PG-13, there's no spicy scenes. Implied that you thought of them though

Summary: You’re the co-star of an upcoming movie, Cliff Beasts 6. You’re starring next to the -questionable- star, Dieter Bravo. Shooting the scenes was the easy part. The not-so-easy part however? Dieter's habits

Author: Mod Crow (I know it's been awhile)

Author's Note: The reader says their age. This was originally supposed to be a short little drabble for @thepromptfoundry's July prompt list. However, I may have gotten a bit carried away while writing. The prompt number for this fic (and the next part) is 10, 'Invisible Disability'. I chose one that I am intimately familiar with, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD).

Info on PTSD here

Masterlist || Part 2

Warnings: Language, mentions of drinking, hints at rated-R thoughts, hints at drugs, drug use, addiction, and death of a parent

You had worked on a film set before, you were used to lights and procedures that happened both on and off camera. What you weren’t used to -at least not yet- was the two week-long isolation before you could even really meet your co-stars. Thankfully, yesterday was the last day of the two-week isolation and today you could finally meet the others. 

As you made your way to the full-body mirror, you thought over your mental checklist, ‘Phone? Check. Bag? By the door. Mask?’ Once in front of the mirror you patted your pockets in an attempt to find your pocket, “Check.” Looking at yourself in the mirror you took a deep breath to help calm your racing heart. Normally filming didn’t make you nervous, that’s not what was making your pulse pound. It wasn’t even the pandemic at this point. Hell, it wasn’t even the fact that this is your first Hollywood made movie. No, it was the idea of meeting your co-stars, well more like one in particular. Dieter Bravo. THE Dieter Bravo. The same Dieter Bravo who you’ve had a massive crush on for the last five years. Dieter fucking Bravo is your co-worker, he’s someone who you now have to act completely normal around.

Shaking the thoughts from your head you looked over yourself in the mirror, “You got this.” Turning from the mirror, you grabbed your bag, and headed out to the door.

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Walking down the hotel’s halls, you could hear the muffle murmuring of the others. As you neared the sound of voices, you felt your heart pick up. Stopping you close your eyes and take a couple of breaths.

“Hello, are you okay?” You turned towards the surprise flamboyant accented voice.

“Yeah, sorry. Just trying to…” You gesture to yourself, “Gather myself I guess.” You half heartedly chuckled at your own comment. 

Studying the taller man’s face, you could tell he was trying to figure out how to help. Before he had a chance, you stuck your hand out and offered him your name. Feeling him take your hand, you softly smiled. 

“I’m Gunther. I’m a safety officer, gotta make sure everything is done right and safe.” You watched as Gunther glanced around you, “Are you going to the bar where the rest of them are?”

Nodding, you cleared your throat, “Yeah,” You turned to look towards the open doors, turning back to Gunther you smiled, “Well it was nice to meet you Gunther.”

Closing the distance between you and the cacophony of voices you took a few more calming breaths. Walking into the room you looked around, you recognized pretty much everyone in the room. The only two you didn’t recognize were two younger looking girls, the blonde looked both unhappy and uncomfortable in the room and the brunette seemed to be thriving around all the attention.

Scoffing about the younger brunette you made your way to the mini bar counter, placing your elbows on the counter. Looking over the available alcohols you looked to the worker behind the bar.

“Excuse me,” You watched as they turned their attention to you. Without talking, they were able to convey the question, ‘What can I get you to drink?’ You stared at the worker’s face for a moment, “Oh! Vodka cranberry please.” Watching the bartender make your drink, you were unaware of the approaching person.

“Who are you? Production team? PR?” Hearing the unexpected voice caused you to jump slightly. Whipping your face towards the voice. Seeing who it was, you could feel your stomach tighten.

“I probably don’t have to introduce myself, but you’re old. So,” Watching the brunette stick her hand out, “I’m Krystal Kris, but just call me Krystal. I have over 120 million followers on something called TikTok. You, you do know what that is right?” You reluctantly took her hand and introduced yourself.

“Yes I know what TikTok is, I’m not even that old. I’m twenty-five.” Hearing a clink of glass on the bar top, you turned toward it. Picking up the glass you said a soft ‘thank you’ to the bartender. Turning back to face Krystal, you offered a more artificial smile.

“Look, it was great to meet you Krystal. But I’m going to hang out with the adults, why don’t you go back to that blonde girl over there, you two seemed like friends.” Walking past her, you take a sip of your drink, the tartness of the cranberry juice making you take a moment before your second sip. Standing there, taking another drink, you looked at the little groups that had formed.

As you stood there, looking over the groups, you thought to yourself. ‘I could just rip the band aid off and go introduce myself,’ You stopped scanning the room, your eyes stopping on Dieter. You knew all of the Hollywood drama that this man has stirred, drunk on set, high -on various types of drugs- on set, a handful of instances of disorderly conduct, and so forth; that however, didn’t change the fact that he made your heart race, your palms go sweaty, and caused your brain to start imagining some…not so PG-13 activities.

Shaking yourself from your brain you found that your eyes were still glued to Dieter, and now his eyes were glued to you. Feeling your face warm you turned on your heel once more. As you neared the bar, you downed the rest of your drink and gently sat the glass on the bar top, “Have a good night.” You murmured softly to the bartender as you made your way to the hallway once more. 

Pushing through the doors you noticed that it was empty, no hotel workers, no film crew. Just you and the feel of Dieter’s eyes still on you, was he staring because he caught you staring or could he have… 

“No. Nope. Not letting those thoughts even enter.” You softly said to yourself as you heard the doors behind you close. Stopping your feet, you looked around the hall, the emptiness of the halls a little unnerving. If the eerie emptiness wasn’t enough, the sound of the doors behind you  opened almost made you jump out of your skin.

“Excuse me?” You didn’t need to turn to recognize that voice, Dieter Bravo. Still facing away you wiped your palms on your pants. Clearing your throat you turned to face him. Noticing how close he was almost made you take a step back, but you will yourself not to move. 

“Can I help you?” As you stood there, mere feet away from Dieter, you took in his features. His actual, unedited features. The first thing you noticed about him was his eyes. In films and red carpet events he always looks so lively and happy. But in person? In person you could see the exhaustion and the stress of Hollywood. By the time you had noticed that he had spoken to you, he was asking if you were okay.

“What did you take? Do you have some extra?” Dieter’s eyes had a look to them. A look you thought you had left behind in your hometown, but you didn’t. It was a look of pure hunger. A hunger you had grown all too familiar with. You had tried to run from the look but it was becoming obvious that no matter how far you ran, you couldn’t run from that look. It felt like that hungry look in people’s eyes was always searching for you. Wanting you hurt you by any means possible. 

You hadn’t realized that you had started crying until you heard muttered curses and more ‘are you okay?’s. Pulling yourself out of your head was always hard and now was no different. Wiping your eyes, you offered a soft apology as you turned and quickly made your way to your new room. The hall was still empty as you made your way back to the rooms, but it still felt like someone was watching you or maybe they were just staring.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Flash Back~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A jolt. That’s what had torn you from your now fading nightmarish dream. It felt like you were in a free fall and then all of a sudden… Squeezing your eyes shut you try to calm your pounding heart. After a moment of laying in the surprisingly silent air you sat up. You could feel the cold sweat that had broken out across your forehead. Looking over you check your alarm clock, 3:22 AM. Groaning you throw your feet over the edge of your bed and force yourself out of the bed. 

Making your way across your small room, you focused on the silence. Normally the sounds of yelling and fighting filled the small house. Tonight though it was quiet. You recalled that right before you had gone upstairs your mom had been fighting on the phone with Travis, your mom’s new boyfriend, or whatever he was to her. Since your dad had died, your mom was never one to stay with the same man for too long. Travis was no exception to that cycle.

Once at your bedroom door, you pressed your ear to the door. “It’s still quiet out there. Did she go to bed?” Pushing open your bedroom door you stuck your head out and listened. Still nothing. 

Stepping out into the hall you quietly made your way to the kitchen. Walking through the still air of the house, you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand. Swallowing dryly, you pushed through the eerie feeling that had now wrapped itself around you. Nearing the kitchen you could hear the soft murmurs of the TV still on in the living room.

“Mom, are you still up?” You spoke just loud enough for someone in the living room to hear. However, at the silent response you stopped walking, that feeling of eeriness from moments before, now becoming suffocating. Willing yourself to keep walking, you swallowed down the palpable fear that had found its way to you in the dark hall.

As you drew closer to the living room, you spoke up once more, “M-Mom did you fall asleep on the couch again?” Rounding the wall that separated the living room from the hall to the rooms you saw the back of your mom’s head. Feeling your heart rate slow slightly, you walked towards her.

As you got closer, you could tell something was wrong. Even though she appeared to be asleep, she wasn’t snoring nor was she muttering in her sleep. Both of which she normally did. Stopping just a couple of feet away you held your breath, you weren't raised religious, but in that moment, you said a silent prayer. Once done you opened your eyes and continued to close the distance between the two of you.

“Mom if this is a joke it isn’t fu-” Once behind her, you saw why she sat there so quietly. Rounding the couch, you were quick to drop to your knees in front of your mom. Turning your head you grabbed the closest pill bottle. Turning the bottle to read the label you noticed that it had been emptied entirely. Still holding the emptied bottle, you turned and reached for the next bottle. ‘Also empty.’ With that realization you felt your arms grow heavy.

Dropping the pill bottle to the ground you turned back to face your mom. She looked morbidly at peace for once, the stress of supporting you and herself no longer carved into her features. Reaching up with shaking hands, you gently cupped her face. When you noticed just how cold she was caused a squeeze in your chest that you hadn’t felt since your dad’s funeral.

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The sound of you slamming the door close behind you pulled you from the memory that flooded your mind. With your back still pressed to the door, you feel your knees turn to jelly. Sliding down the door you felt sob after sob ripple through your now shaking body, how could you have been so stupid to believe that Dieter would be any different than any other user you’ve known. Bringing your knees to your chest and bury your face in them, hoping that the barrier between your sobs and the room around you, would be enough to muffle your crying.

Through the panic in your brain, you couldn’t help but think to yourself, ‘Great first day.’

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Tagged by @callmederok so I’m assuming this was about HPHM!

A bit of a long one (at least if you answered things the way that I did), so don’t feel like you have to do it, but I’m putting the usual tag list of @oveliagirlhaditright, @wilhelminafujita, @missnight0wl, and @batgirl-87 here.

🌟 When your OC loses all hope, who do they turn to first? What helps make them feel better? What calms them down and reassures them? Why?

The first one implies that Seren has a functioning support system, which at the current time she doesn’t. It used to be Jacob, and it will probably be Jacob again when they get things sorted out. When they were kids, he was all she had. Once they’re adults and able to stand on an equal level, though, I think it’ll be a lot better for her.

The whole problem is that once Seren gets upset, there’s very little that can get her out of it besides time. Her instinct is to withdraw somewhere private to just ruminate on everything. She used to cuddle plush toys to feel better, though I think those would get gradually replaced with the creatures that she adopts over time (it’s hard to stay sad with a crup pup licking your face!). But I think the main draw of finding solace in creatures is the fact that they make her feel “needed,” which for someone who constantly doubts their own worth is very reassuring

☀️ What makes your OC genuinely happy? A person, an item, their hobby? Where is the place they’re happiest, or most at home? What is the happiest they’ve ever been?

Again, taking care of creatures is something that genuinely makes her happy with no strings attached. Creatures don’t generally judge you and are incapable of comparing you to your brother, after all. Once she becomes an Animagus, I think turning into a raven and flying about wherever she wants would be something that makes her very happy due to the privacy of flying about unnoticed, the freedom of the movement, and the sense power that comes from mastering the skill. Also, being in animal form makes emotions simpler to process, so there’s very little that could make her unhappy for a prolonged amount of time in that form!

Relatedly, the happiest she’s ever been (at the current point in HPHM) would be her first Animagus transformation. The elation of knowing that you managed to get a very difficult bit of magic done right, pretty much by word-of-mouth on the particulars, and that the new skill would be unimaginably helpful combined with just the adrenaline of the transformation itself and relief of not having to deal with all of the precise timing stuff made it her happiest moment in recent memory

She’s happiest in private areas. Since she’s dorming and her home isn’t really a safe place for her, that ends up being the forest or the school rooftops that she can access post-Animagus

🌙 If your OC could have one wish come true what would it be and why? Would there be consequences to this wish or would they regret it once they get what they want? What would they give in return for this wish to come true?

Ooooof. Uh... that’s really hard because Seren is a Hufflepuff through and through. She wouldn’t be satisfied in the outcome of the wish unless she had to work for it. I suppose she’d probably use it on someone else or just ask them what they wanted and wish for that

If she had to wish for something for herself, though, then maybe she’d just wish for more restful sleep because she doesn’t get nearly enough. No regrets, she probably wouldn’t go out of her way to get the wish. It’d just be a nice, practical bonus to help her mental health

❄️ What makes your OC sad, so sad that they can’t help but cry all day? How do they cheer themselves up? Does their sadness upset any of their loved ones too?

Really, a better question is what doesn’t make her sad? She’s a pretty easily depressed, melancholic person when you get down to it. It wouldn’t even be sadness that would make her cry all day, but frustration at how everything seems to go wrong with the Vaults or with her friends. Stress and existential dread are huge issues for her

Covered it above that she doesn’t really cheer herself up, she just waits it out. I’m sure that the fact that she’s so difficult to cheer up makes her friends, and especially Jacob, upset, too. I guess he’ll just have to turn into a bird and incessantly attempt to cuddle up to her while tickling her with his feathers, huh?

🔥 If your OC known for having temper tantrums? If not, what gets them really angry? What makes their blood BOIL? Is there anyway to calm them down or are they unstoppable? What are they like when they’re angry? Do they take it out on their loved ones?

I wouldn’t really say that she has temper tantrums, but she does lash out a lot when she’s angry. Basically, a pissed off Seren is very volatile. She doesn’t resort to physical violence unless whoever’s offending her refuses to take the hint and leave her alone, but she’s very likely to get shouty, verbally aggressive and rude, and maybe take her frustrations out on objects in the environment. And it’s very hard to calm her down (honestly it’s hard to calm her down when she feels any strong emotions, and emotions for her are all or nothing so...)

There’s a reason that one of my best friends described her as “intense”

Things that piss her off include but are not limited to: people being hypocrites, Albus Dumbledore, unnecessary cruelty to people, unnecessary cruelty to animals or creatures, Merula Snyde, elitism of any kind (blood, species, living situation, etc.), potatoes, the implication that she likes potatoes, Albus Dumbledore and Merula Snyde, withholding of pertinent information for someone’s “safety,” being lied to, and being compared to Jacob

❤️ What would your OC’s ideal lover be like? Appearance, personality, voice? Would their family approve or would it be civil war?

Hold on, I have, like, a tiered list of Seren ships to reference here

So first of all, I don’t think she cares about appearance. Her self-confidence is low enough that the idea of anyone finding her attractive would probably far outweigh whether she finds them attractive. Though a little bit of messiness in their appearance and a bright smile certainly helps

I think the biggest thing for her would be whether they like creatures and animals. If the answer is no, then she won’t ever feel anything towards someone. It’s hard to like someone who doesn’t care for your passions. The other big things that I tend to take into account for her is the partner’s ability to handle her strong emotions. They usually always fall into two categories: cheerful and determined in a way that keeps her from falling too deep into her melancholy while also being laid back enough to counteract her anger, or quiet, calm people who sort of “absorb” her more passionate parts so that it evens out between the two of them. And being snarky doesn’t hurt

(For anyone curious, the ship list is:

Tier 1: Seren/Charlie and Seren/Talbott

Tier 2: Seren/Chiara, Seren/Orsino, Seren/Kirley, and Seren/Aurélie

Considered but Eliminated Because I Made Them Third Cousins: Seren/Barnaby

God Tier: Seren/Tuna Sandwich)

The only family who would care who she’s with would be Jacob and I think he’d approve of anyone on that list. Though fair warning: if you’re gonna romance Seren you have to be prepared for Jacob to third wheel the entire situation. You’re basically dating both of them he will not leave you alone

🕊️ Would your OC ever get married or are they already wed? If they’re married, describe what their wedding was like! If not, describe their ideal wedding (or do this if you feel like it anyway!)

I think she’d like to get married someday if she found the right person, but it’s not a particular priority. She doesn’t think about it much considering she uh... does not think she’s worth being in a relationship with

If she were to get married, I think her one specification would be that it be a small ceremony. She only has one family member who would show up and she’d be really upset if whoever she was marrying had more people there to support them than there were people there to support her (just rub it in that she’s been disowned yaaaaaaaay), so the guest list would be restricted to close family and friends only. I also think she’d prefer a wedding late in the evening and outdoors, maybe sometime in the spring or fall when the weather isn’t too hot or cold and there’s a nice breeze. Overall, it’d be a pretty casual affair

🍼 Does your OC have any children or want children? What names would they pick? Are they good with kids or a complete disaster?

Nope. Absolutely not. She has no desire for kids. She does not trust herself with kids. She is terrified that because she grew up in an emotionally abusive home that she’d be the same to her kids and she doesn’t want that. She also doesn’t want more responsibility and kids are A Lot, especially if you own a whole ton of pets already and you’re basically your brother’s entire sense of restraint. Not only does she not want kids, she hates her family line so much that she’s ecstatic that she might get to be the last Dwyn if she outlives Jacob

Ironically, though, she’s decent with kids. Though more so in the “cool aunt” way. She’s protective but also, like... an instigator who goads them into some stuff that I’m sure their parents wouldn’t approve of because Seren has weird standards of “normal and safe” (”Hey, kids! Wanna feed an Acromantula? I’ll teach you the safe way to do it!) Personally, I think Teddy Lupin considers her his aunt with how close she was to Tonks and he’s the closest to having a kid she’ll ever get

☕ Give us one (or more if you feel like it) of your OCs deep dark secrets! Why do they keep it hidden? Spill the tea!

The one thing she refuses to let anyone know about is the fact that her dad is a Squib. I know, that’s not really “her” secret to keep, but she’s a pretty honest person so she doesn’t have many. It’s not that she’s ashamed that her father’s a Squib, but just that she knows that there’s a lot of wizards who would find that something worth mocking and with everything happening with Jacob she just... doesn’t need the extra stress in her life

I mean, I guess her middle name being Aisling is a secret because she doesn’t want anyone to realize that her initials are SAD. Not really a “dark” secret, though. Her birthday’s another one, but that’s just because she doesn’t want people to go out of their way to get her gifts

And then there’s the whole “unregistered Animagus” thing that would surely get her sent to prison

(*cough* If she had a crush on someone that would be a secret, too. *cough* Wouldn’t want anyone to feel pressured to be in a relationship with her or anything. I don’t consider the First Date quest to be part of her story)

🍂 What are their opinions on the different seasons? Which one do they hate and which one do they love and why?

Hates summer because she can’t deal with hot weather, and because she’s forced to go home to parents that don’t want anything to do with her. Even when she’s an adult and doesn’t have to deal with her parents anymore she still hates it. Her birthday is in summer. She hates people celebrating it. Summer is just a sign that it’s gonna be her birthday again.

Winter is her favorite just because she likes snow (another point for being a raven Animagus: they really like rolling around in the snow and it’s adorable). The cold doesn’t bother her. And she loves Christmas.

She likes fall and spring because of the breezes, but that’s about it. She has no strong feelings for either one

🦋 If your OC could change everything (or just something) about their life would they? What would they change? What do they think would happen if they did? What would their loved ones think?

Everything? Maybe not. But not having emotionally abusive/neglectful parents would be nice. I really think that’s the one thing she’d change if she could, but there’s no good way to go about that that doesn’t screw up some aspect of her life. If her dad isn’t a Squib her never gets the job that he meets her mom at. If her mom isn’t a Muggleborn, then she doesn’t end up at the Cafe her dad worked at after leaving home. If she isn’t born a witch then she never goes to Hogwarts and meets any of her friends, and probably wouldn’t be as close to Jacob. So much of her life has been tied to it that there’s no way to change it without starting a horrible avalanche of consequences

💐 Does your OC like flowers? What are their favourites? Do they keep a garden of some sort? What flowers would they use in a flower crown? (and if you like, research the meanings behind those flowers!)

Yeah, she likes flowers a lot! Herbology’s actually her chill out class because she just likes being around them. At Hogwarts, she likes taking care of the Common Room plants (yes, I know Jane, they’re enchanted to be watered but I like to be sure) and will be keeping houseplants as an adult. Although, they’re mostly medicinal herbs and potions ingredients

She’s a big fan of water lilies and water poppies (gee, I wonder why), but she also has a fondness for odd-looking blooms like Bleeding Hearts. And the thing about flower crowns is that they’d be personalized for every person she makes one for. Actually, that would probably be a Christmas gift one year. Personalized flower crowns for everyone (probably sneak a blue water lily in each of them as a shorthand for “hey, this is from Seren!”)

🌼 Write a short drabble from your OCs POV meeting their LI (or if they don’t have a love interest, their best friend. If you don’t want to do a drabble, describe their first meeting instead!)

(The meetings for pretty much everyone are shown in-game... except for Charlie so let’s do it! Works for friendship because Seren’s slow to fall in love. Ain’t no love at first sight for her)

Her footsteps were just barely audible as she hurried down the spacious hallways of Hogwarts castle, until they were suddenly drowned out by a scream in the distance followed by a firm shout of “Riddikulus!” She didn’t stop until she was outside of the castle doors. The small Third Year leaned back against the cool stone of the castle’s exterior, closed her eyes, and breathed in the cool, late autumn air.

Ever since the boggarts had started appearing as part of the latest curse, Seren Dwyn had been making herself scarce. Part of it was due to the fact that her fellow students were quick to blame her for their appearance. Part of it was due to the fact that the boggarts always took the form of him, and she just couldn’t face him. Not yet. Not until she was certain that he was real, and that he was safe. (Besides, if any of the students who made fun of her found out that her boggart took the form of her brother, then they’d never let her live it down.)

She opened her eyes again and pushed off of the wall, kicking her feet against the ground and running her hand through the hair that fell over her shoulder. The stress was starting to get to her and she knew it. Walking around in constant fear that a boggart might show up only made them much more likely to show up, and she was far too smart to let that happen, or so she told herself. No, she just needed a way to take her mind off of them. Then she could return to the castle without the shapeshifting monsters impeding her search for the next Cursed Vault.

“...alright. Alright,” she whispered to herself in an attempt to bolster her confidence. She knew that she wasn’t technically allowed out this late, but there was only one place she was aware of to escape the boggarts and relax at the same time. And so the little Hufflepuff set off towards Hagrid’s Hut.

The long walk down had done wonders to lighten her mood, and she practically skipped up the steps to knock on the door to her favorite half-giant’s abode. She swung her fist up to pound the thick, wooden door loud enough for Hagrid to hear when she froze in her tracks. There was laughter. One of the voices was Hagrid, of course, who was so loud that he nearly drowned out the second voice. But she caught it.

Oh, stop being such a coward! she chided to herself, letting out a shaky breath that she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. Strangers always made her nervous, irrational as she knew that was. Just knock!

Her fist had barely touched the door when loud howling erupted from inside of the building. Taking that as her cue, Seren opened the door, gripped the edge of the doorway to avoid being knocked over, and allowed her favorite pup to leap up at her and start licking her face. He’d gotten so big! And, for the first time since the boggarts appeared, the girl started laughing. Genuinely, wholeheartedly laughing. And when her laughter started dying down, she noticed that it hadn’t just been her. The unfamiliar voice had joined in as well.

She looked up and her eyes finally met those of Hagrid’s guest: a boy of roughly the same age as her with a very familiar shade of red hair that he’d unsuccessfully attempted to tie back into a ponytail despite the fact that it was far too short. He was sitting on the floor, his back leaning up against the wooden crates that had been left in the corner and the pile of blankets next to him indicated that Fang had been laying down by his side. The freckles on his face highlighted his huge grin, an expression that extended up to his deep brown eyes. He was, by far, the cheeriest person she had seen in months.

He waved at her, and she could’ve sworn that she’d seen that exact same thing before. “Hello!”

“H-hi?” She waved back, and then quickly put her hand down. You’re making it awkward, ya eejit!

“You’re Seren, yeah? It’s nice to finally meet you in person! Not to be rude or anything, but Bill’s stories about you just haven’t been cutting it.”

“Oh!” That was it! She’d never talked to this boy before, but she had seen him around the castle. There were several times where it had seemed like he’d waved at her in the hallway and she’d just looked away and continued walking, assuming that he must have just been waving at someone else. But the red hair, the fact that he knew Bill... “You- you’re Charlie Weasley!”

Well, damn. Now she just felt rude in hindsight.

He didn’t seem to mind, though. If he’d even thought of those incidents at all, he certainly didn’t let it show. “Yeah! I was wondering if we’d ever run into each other. Hagrid said that you visit a lot.” He chuckled a bit. “I just thought it strange that we hadn’t once been here at the same time!”

“Charlie an’ I were jus’ talking abou’ tha’ purple Chinese Fireball tha’ they found las’ week! Ya hear abou’ tha’ one?” Hagrid asked.

Seren finally slid into the hut fully, closing the door behind her. “No. Been a bit busy,” she muttered, striding across the room and plopping herself down right next to Charlie, knowing full well that Fang would follow her to his little nest. Normally she would be nervous sitting this close to someone else, but something about Charlie just felt... safe. She glanced over at the boy and then quickly glanced away when he met her gaze. Maybe not that safe, yet. But she felt that she’d get there. “Tell me about it?”

Visiting Hagrid’s Hut that night had been a wonderful idea, she thought. And every time Charlie waved at her in the hallway after that, it took her mind off of the curses and the fear pervading the school. She had one more person around who was happy to see her, and that made all the difference.

🥀 Has your OC ever been hurt by someone they love? Ever been betrayed? Abused? Attacked? Give me the angst! (if you’d like, write a short drabble about it!)

Well, let’s see. Her mother resents the fact that she has magic and neglected her. Her father’s afraid of her because she has magic and he doesn’t and his mother used magic to abuse him. Her grandmother didn’t think she was good enough to be her heir and ignored her. Her brother disappeared on her... yeah, I’d say she’s been hurt by people she loves. Loved.

🏞️ If your OC could travel to anywhere in their world where would they go? Why? If they could live there would they?

Deep in the middle of the forest where no one can find her. Actually, despite the fact that she’s not very close to her mother, I think she’d still like to visit her mother’s homeland of the Faroe Islands. It certainly helps that they aren’t too densely populated. I think she’d mostly just want to visit because she thinks she might be able to figure out more about herself if she can see where her roots are and understand them better

I can’t see her moving there, though. It would remind her far too much of her mother and she kiiiiiiiinda wants to break away from that and just move on. That’s kinda the whole point. You can’t move on from something if you don’t really know what you’re moving on from

🏡 Describe your OCs ideal house! Give us a tour around! What’s their garden like? Their bedroom? Kitchen? Where is it and how many people live there?

So I’m just gonna describe her future shared apartment with Jacob because that’s pretty close to ideal

It’s not too big. Only a few rooms, but they each have a purpose. There’s the main sitting room and the kitchen right behind it. Down the hall is two bedrooms, a bathroom, and the “laboratory,” which is basically just a makeshift potions room because like hell are we paying for pre-made things when we can just prepare the raw materials and brew them ourselves (also experiment with potentially illegal brews just shhhhhh). Most rooms have some manner of houseplant in them. There’s a miniature Wiggentree near the front door for good luck that also houses Seren’s Bowtruckle, Durward, who protects the apartment from invaders

The whole place is filled with houseplants and small areas for Seren’s myriad creatures to settle into. Otherwise, the decor is pretty scarce, though Jacob has tons of framed pictures that he’s taken around. Muggle tech is in some spots where it would be easy to hide if they need to. Seren’s room in particular has a lot of fairy lights hanging around in it, and there’s books of every kind scattered about

There’s an entire shelf in that kitchen just dedicated to alcohol. Too much alcohol. Kids, please, I’m concerned about the way that you’re handling your mental health levels of alcohol (alcohol doesn’t do much for them. That’s what the Gillywater in the back is for.)

🔪 Has your OC ever killed someone? Ever had to defend themselves against violence? How did this make them feel? Or, alternatively, has your OC ever attacked someone? Seen someone die?

Not... yet. She has not killed anyone... yet. But she’s getting really close to trying. She’s never seen anyone die, either, but I can guarantee you that if that doesn’t change during the events of HPHM, then it will soon afterwards

As for violence and/or defending herself, well... *gestures in the direction of the entirety of HPHM* I dunno, you tell me. Though I will say that during the part where Rakepick breaks MC’s wand, I’ve always thought of it more as Seren waiting until after class to confront her and then attacking first, eventually getting her ass handed to her and her wand broken while she’s down. And I think she’d be more frustrated at herself than anything else because how could you be such an idiot of course you lost. You’re the worst. You don’t deserve to have these wounds healed just live with it. You useless failure

💎 Does your OC collect anything? Is there a reason? When did they start and is it beginning to turn into a little bit of a hoarding issue? What do they do with their collection?

Trauma. Actually, not really? Unless you want to count her creatures as her collection, but I don’t because they’re not really objects. And if you need a reason for them, I’ve mentioned it a whole bunch up above. It basically starts with inheriting Jacob’s owl and snowballs from there, though most of them are going to be given away at some point because it’s hard to take care of a lot of pets when you’ve been freshly disowned and are still unemployed

📚 If your OC was given some kind of forbidden knowledge, what would they do with it? Would they tell anyone? Use it for evil or good? How would it change their outlook on life, if at all?

Depends on what the knowledge even is. In general, she’s not big on keeping things from others for their own safety, so more than likely she’ll tell someone. But she’s also not an idiot and if it’s something like seriously, seriously so bad that it would be disastrous if even a hint of it may get out, then she may keep it between just herself and Jacob. Kinda hard to keep secrets from your mind-reading brother

There’s a very real possibility that she just will not care and continue on. Since she’s a detective it may influence the way she solves cases but... She wouldn’t use it for evil, that’s for sure. But she also may not use it for good because we never specified what the knowledge was and if it would be relevant to anything

🌗 Early mornings or late nights? What do they spend their time doing during these hours?

Late nights. The ones she doesn’t spend trying desperately to sleep and just not succeeding, she usually spends researching things that may be useful for the Vault search/detective work. Maybe a bit of experimenting or gift crafting if there’s a birthday or holiday coming up. She’s not an insomniac like her brother is, but she does share his tendency to just... not. Sleep. Sometimes. Though she’s far more likely to medicate herself to sleep

👑 If your OC was made royal (or is royal) how would they use their power? Are they a good leader or bad? Do their subjects like them or is it ‘off with their head’? Do they enjoy being royal?

If Seren was ever made royalty, then she would abdicate almost immediately. Use her position to establish a democracy and then leave. Like, that’s her whole thing. She’s a very competent leader. Very kind, but stern. Very good at shutting her emotions down and delegating. But she HATES being in charge. She prefers working alone or with 1-2 partners where everyone’s equal. So if she was ever made a royal, she’d use her power to plan for her absence, and then leave

💕 How is your OC like with physical affection? What are their boundaries? Do they enjoy being touched or is that a no-go? Is there any reason behind this?

In general, Seren is a “no touch” person. She doesn’t give affection to most people, she stiffens up when she receives it. And it’s because she’s not used to it and is constantly worried that she’s going to mess it up or intrude on others’ boundaries

She’s really only comfortable receiving physical affection from people that she’s very close to. Her brother, friends close enough to be considered siblings, potential love interests, and any possible future in-laws (though she’s more likely to reject them than others). I think the only person she’s totally comfortable giving physical affection to is Jacob. With him she can be pretty rough. But everyone else she’s much more shy about it with. She may get more bold if she’s been with a romantic partner for a long time, but in general you’d be lucky to get a hug from her

☁️ What’s something your OC wishes they could forget? Why is this? Or, what is something that your OC has forgotten? (or do both!)

Mmm. That’s hard, because Hufflepuffs are honest people and that includes being (or trying to be) honest with herself. So forgetting something would be going against that to her. I suppose if she had to pick something, she’d forget about MERULA SNYDE. Once she’s out of Hogwarts just ERASE HER FROM MEMORY SHE’S NOT WORTH YOUR TIME. Merula is just so insignificant to her and I want to see the look on “The Greatest Witch at Hogwarts’” face when, years later, the girl that she obsessively made fun of in school just looks over and goes “Who are you?”

I don’t think there’s anything specific that she’s forgotten about other than the general stuff, like some instances of kids making fun of her in Muggle school. You know, the normal stuff that just fades over time

👀 Describe your OC through the eyes of another person! (bonus + specify who)

From Jacob’s perspective:

She’s everything that he could’ve wanted in a friend. The perfect straight man to his funny guy, whose look of disinterest just makes all of his jokes sell harder. She’s smart enough to keep up with him, quick-witted enough to challenge him. But she needs to be protected. Protect her. That’s his little sister and he can’t fail her again. He loves the way her eyes light up when she starts rambling about creatures, how she takes every little adventure he comes up with and escalates it into a full-blown epic

When he sees her again it’s like that person’s not even there. Someone else is. Her eyes that were the color of the deep ocean look murky. Lifeless. The bags under her eyes rival his own. Her hair’s short now, and a mess, but he can’t help thinking how much it suits her. Makes her look like her own person and not like she’s trying too hard to be their mother. She always tried too hard to be their mother. She almost reminds him of himself, or she would if she hadn’t put so much of her own spin on everything. When she turns to him he’s worried about what she’s going to say.

“Jay, ya fecking dope. You stupid...” She sighs, tears forming at the edges of her eyes. “I missed you so much.”

Ah, there she is. That’s the Seren he remembers. So it wasn’t that she’d changed. Not really. She just stopped hiding who she was from everyone else.

❓ A random fact or short drabble! Or make up your own question to ask the OC!

Students shuffled out of the way as they saw her approach. She looked like she hadn’t slept in days (and she hadn’t) or like she was about to get into a gang fight. Her hair was even messier than normal, the bags under her eyes so deep that they could hold all of her schoolbooks and then some.

She’d stopped caring about the uniform a while ago. Her yellow tie was haphazardly thrown around her neck without even an attempt at tying it and her hands were stuffed into the pockets of the navy hoodie that she now wore at all times as she strode down the hallways. The scowl on her face was probably what kept her fellow students away, but that hardly bothered her. Better they get out of the “cursed student’s” way than risk being petrified. As though she had any control over that. As though she weren’t the one doing everything to stop those curses.

Five years. Five years of that nonsense and she was done with it. A sixth year now? Noooooo thank you. But a sixth year was what she was getting. Nothing much she could do about that except put a stop to it as fast as possible.

Find Sickleworth. Sickleworth leads you to Rakepick. When you find her, make her regret buying you a new wand. Find Sickleworth. Find Sickleworth.

Her mind was racing through all of the steps that she’d need to take and all of the possible ways that a fight with her ex-mentor could go down when something jolted her out of the mental rut she’d ended up in. A yelp, or perhaps more of a whimper. As she finally rounded the corner down to the Hospital Wing where she’d hopefully find her target, she spotted the source of the disturbance.

A tiny, tiny Crup puppy was shuffling about near the door to the Hospital Wing, doing its very best to avoid being stepped on by the throngs of students that payed it no heed. It let out a whimper again, the noise drowned out by the chatter of students, as it backed up against the wall. It seemed as if no one noticed it at all. No one except the girl in blue, anyway. She didn’t even hesitate to walk on over to the little pup and squat down in front of the trembling little thing.

“Hey, there, buddy,” she murmured, stroking the little creatures head as gently as she could. “What are you doing out here all alone?”

The tiny creature didn’t make a sound in reply. It only turned to lick her outstretched hand. She was glad that she was facing the wall at the time, because she suddenly found herself choking back tears.

“Did everyone leave you behind, too? Find some- find someone better to be around?” If anyone who knew her had heard her in that moment, they would’ve been shocked. No one had heard that kind of tenderness in her voice in months. Months that had felt like years to the quiet, somber girl.

She placed her hands around the pup as gently as she could before scooping him up into her arms and standing upright so that she wasn’t in the way of the Hospital Wing.

“I know what it’s like,” she whispered into the soft fur on the puppy’s head. “Everyone else may leave. But I won’t. That wouldn’t be fair to-”

Bang!

The tender moment was broken as an older gentleman came careening into the area, his artificial leg slamming hard into the stone wall that he must not have seen due to the decreased depth perception from his missing eye. If the students had been shuffling out of the girl’s way, then they were sprinting out of the man’s as he bellowed at the top of his lungs, “SPUD!? HAS ANYONE SEEN A CRUP- oh, Miss Dwyn!”

“Afternoon, Professor Kettleburn,” the girl said as she nodded towards the man, completely unfazed. Actually, she was much more impressed that nothing had been broken. That was a rarity with the good professor. “I ah... I assume this one’s yours?”

“Why, yes!” he replied, marching right on up to the young student. “One of our Crups just recently had a litter, you see. I was marching the little devils back to their room after a nice, long walk when I noticed that the smallest of the bunch had gone missing! Such a quiet little one, that Spud. Easy to overlook. But I see you found him! Of course you did! I should have expected one of my best students to come to a creature’s aid!”

“Yeaaaaaaaaah.” She shifted awkwardly on her feet, adjusting the puppy so that he was in a better position.

I should have expected as much. Why else would a Crup be here?

She glanced away from the man, before sighing and muttering under her breath, “So I... assume you want him back?” The magical dog licked her hand yet again, and she forced her eyes shut as she prepared to give him back.

Don’t cry in front of your professor. Don’t cry in front of your professor. Don’t cry in front of your professor. Don’t cry in front of your professor. DON’T-

“Miss Dwyn?”

Her eyes shot open as she finally met the gaze of the kindly professor. His expression was as soft as hers had been just minutes ago. Or at least, it seemed so. Sometimes it was hard to tell with the bandages covering his face.

“I’d feel terrible separating a creature from someone he’s bonded with. Especially if that person is one of my favorite students! You should keep him. He gets overlooked easily, but you... I’m certain that you would take good care of him.”

While the hallway was far from silent, it felt as though it was as the girl in blue processed her professor’s words.

“But- I- Wh... Are you sure?” she gasped out, hugging the pup closer to her body. “The... there’s no way that they’d allow me to keep him. A-a-and even if they did, I’m so busy that I couldn’t...”

“Sure you could!” The professor waved his artificial hand in a dismissive manner. “You’ve always gone out of your way to help with any and all creature related matters. I’m sure that with a good word from yours truly that Professor Dumbledore would let you keep him! You’ve more than proven that you could handle it.”

A little yip came from the girl’s arms in seeming affirmation, twin tails wagging. A few tears escaped the girl’s eyes.

“...thank you.”

“Think nothing of it, Miss Dwyn! If you wait here, I’ll go and fetch his things so that you can set up a nice little spot for him in your dormitory.”

And the man marched off, in the slightly clumsy but nonetheless upbeat manner that he always did. Still, the girl could have sworn she caught him say under his breath “No one deserves to be alone, after all.”

She leaned back against the wall, scratching her new pup’s chin and, when she thought that no one was looking, kissed his tiny head. Just being around the little guy made her feel more relaxed than... well, than she could ever remember feeling. She looked off down the way that the professor had left. She supposed that she would have to stick around for a while. Sliding down the wall into a sitting position, she placed the magical dog down on the ground to let him roam freely and smirked to herself.

“Of all things, though, why’d you have to be named after potatoes?”

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Sorry for the late reply. Thank you and the anon for liking my story. I had to split it into mini parts because the read more function some how doesn't work on asks. I tried sending it to my other account and in the ask view, the "read more" option doesn't appear even I added it.

The ask really just started as a random scenario but I wanted to add more detail to guide the readers. I ended up adding too much details and kinda spiral off to this random story haha.

I really struggled finishing the story. Though the scenario is kinda ridiculous to start with, writing about the environments and the sensory of characters without repeating the same words proved to be quite a challenge for me. I still have to double check my grammar and my vocabulary is pretty limited. I would have loved my story to have some sense of risk involved but I just decided to let the absurdness of the story to carry itself. My brain couldn't handle the complexity. Maybe for a very specific scene, I could write a short paragraph of it. For a full fledged story though, I just don't have the skill and attention span to write it.

I never intended to be a writer, I'm still kinda glad I tried writing. Even though I'm not satisfied with the outcome I got the chance to learn more about myself I guess. I do think writing for now just isn't really for me, I like coming up with ideas but writing a whole story is really an art of its own. Questions and coming up with scenarios for Tumblr Asks are really more my forte, a pretty good middle ground.

I really have a newfound respect for you writers out there. A lot of time and dedication are required even for drabbles/shorts. I've read a lot of IZ*ONE fics but I seem to have an unlimited urge wanting new ones. Thank you (and others of course) for writing IZ*ONE. It does make me really happy when I see a new story from IZNSFW on my timeline. And now with my stupid story out of the way, it's time to do what I enjoy the most, reading your stories. I have quite a few to catch up.

I hope you are doing good and happy IRL. Sorry you heard some bad news. I'll try to discover more Eunbi GIFs and photos for you.

Alright, have to add a read more cut to my answer because I have plenty of things to say.

You're really good at writing these asks, actually. Many people were tuning in; one of the Detective Miyawaki 99 asks received nearly 50 notes. Everyone wanted to know what happened lol; 80 percent of my notifications were people liking your asks. You're really good at it! Kudos to you and 🍻 anon for forming a really great story that brought a smile to my face.

It's alright if asks are what you're comfortable with. They're pretty entertaining, and I can't begin to tell you how wide it made me smile after having the shittiest day ever.

It made me a little happy too to see that you get the time it takes to write all these fics lol. I don't mind the time it takes because I enjoy writing them, but seeing anons just wanting to stir up trouble in my inbox and negativity in general really puts me off. So to see askers like you putting fun questions and fun scenarios in my asks really motivates me, you know?

I appreciate the effort. Thanks, man. Hope to see more of you in my inbox. Hope you're doing great.

Here's a Panorama Eunbi for you. (Did you notice the strap off her shoulder? I think that's why I like this photo.)

[velvethopewrites]

13 for the ask the writer ask? 👀💜

Oh wow. Um.

If someone was just finding your blog/writing, which 3 fics would you recommend they read from your masterlist in order to find out if they like your style or not? Why for each?

Thanks for the question, first and foremost! I suppose I would have to say to start with all of the mini-ficlets/drabbles I’ve done here on tumblr (by following the “my writing” tag). Mostly because I’m proud of them and they’re short and “easy reading”. They sort of glide you in, lol

But the story I’m most known for is 17, Clumsy & Shy - it was written in the early days and was one of the first H/G stories that was plotty and smutty, at the same time. It stuck around long after I did, at any rate lol, and its sequel (still ongoing!) is the reason I came back to fandom. And while yes, there is a sequel, the sequel is not needed to enjoy the fic. It’s pretty tight as is. (And to be truthful, the sequel has turned into its own beast, at this point, ahem). But, I am really proud of the story in general - I did loads of research and I tried to make it as canon-compliant as I could (it was written pre-HBP) and yet take it to new places. It involves Ireland, Irish folk tales and other interesting stuff. Also lot’s of Harry and Ginny discovering each other (and their bodies, lol) and having fun with that. It wasn’t my first full, multi-chaptered fic, but it is the one I think I really hit my stride with.

The final one, I suppose, is Moving the Goalposts. Mostly because people seem to just really like it. I had a blast writing it, I know that. And it was a challenge of a sort to myself, because I set out a goal of ten chapters for it and I kept it in Harry’s POV. And I had fun. It’s Muggle AU, so there is no magic - well, unless you count the magic of two people falling in love, which is what happens to Harry and Ginny. It was also an homage to all those early 90’s films of two people meeting via email and developing feelings for each other. And even though it is Muggle, I tried to stick to most aspects of canon that I could (although Sirius is alive in this one and he raised Harry, not the Dursleys). I have to admit that was the fun part - coming up with ways to interject the magical things that we know and love into every day muggle life. (For instance, Hagrid is a friend of the family who owns a pub with a chef named Norbert, McGonagall owns a whiskey distillery whose label is The Tartan Cat, Percy works for the Ministry of Transportation and bores his family, Charlie goes to the Galápagos Islands to study lizards, etc, etc.)

And if I may cheat, there is also The Rememberall, that has my old stories that were written before I left fandom - I really need to put up more with that collection, come to think of it. I was quite prolific, back in the day, lol. But so far, there is a nice variety there, I think. It’s a bit of fandom history, really, as I got into Harry Potter right after the fourth book came out and discovered fan fic at the same time…

[deerixiie]

dexii hits 1k!! ➵

wow...1k? i cant believe y’all got me here 🥺💗 really i’ve never been that proud of my writing or this blog and having 1k people sticking with me and supporting me is so crazy to me...when i started this in june i was definitely not expecting the recognition i have now. thank you all so so much and i hope you stick with me to the journey ahead <3

so we have THE EVENT, THE DISCORD, and THE THANK YOU’S. i’ll start with the event first:

THE EVENT ➵

what i am going to is a little mini drabble event!! basically what you can do is send me a fic title and a character, and i’ll write a mini blurb or a little bit of dialogue. i might get inspired and write more, but for now it will probably be something very short and sweet!! i also will try my best to include a little graphic (group of images) along with it that i feel fits it best!! here’s an example of what an ask would look like:

“could you do “blurry stars” with suna?”

and i’d write a tiny drabble or a bit of dialogue to go along with it, along with a graphic that i think fits best!!

rules

-> look at my main rules for the basic ask requirements (no nsfw, no dark content, etc)

-> no doubling up on asks

-> if i write an idea and you would like to write something based off of it, please ask me first!!

-> i might take a while to get to your ask, don’t get upset!! i’m still in school lol

-> you can start sending in asks today, and i’ll close the event on november 30th 12 PM CST!!

-> if you���d like to backlist the drabbles, blacklist #dexii 1k event!! (with the exclamation points)

THE DISCORD ➵

yep, i made a discord server. you can find the link here!! it has the same rules as this blog, so no nsfw content, hate, or anything else like that. be warned, if i feel like it gets too full i’ll close it off to invite only. right now the link is public. there’s more information in the server!!!

THE THANK YOU’S ➵

last but not least we have the incredibly long posts of me thanking my moots 😃😃

@1tsnoya: gi aka, my main inspiration, the first writing blog i followed, the first mutual i’ve ever had and a beautiful person. your blog is phenomenal!! i love you so much gi, thank you for inspiring me to get into this community and being my role model 🥺💗

@bunx: gigi! ilysm! you were my second? moot and i remember talking to you about my ship name with noya and psuedo <3 ur so mfing nice?? i think of you as my big sis at times, you are so easy to talk to and you give the best advice!! we need more people like you on our planet fr <3 tysm for being there while i started my blog, even when it was a mess 😖

@kageyuji: BABYYYY!! like you are aware how much i look up to you and and admire you?? you are so strong and helpful, and so incredibly understanding. also your sense of humor is so amazing?? i still remember our first convo about hq and bnha va’s and how we were screaming about kageyama in iida glasses hehe

@sophiawithstars: SOPH AH! you’re the one who introduced me to the rest of dinonet and the first mutual i really felt i was close too ❤️ you’re so funny like AH i remember laughing so hard during our conversations <3 thank you for putting up with my bs, betaing all my fics and being such an amazing person 🤧💗

@sunarashi: mae i lit love you sm 😭 i remember seeing your blog for the first time and freaking out when you followed me because you’re legit so cool wHAT. thank you for being so very sweet and supportive even when soph was calling me a tsukki kin 🙄

@lolliyoomi: yui omg i idolize you so much but you already know that 😌 i love your writing style sO MUCH and you’re legit so funny 😭 i’m very much a awkward idiot and you being moots with me just is. very surreal. thank you for dealing with my idiocy and screaming about nishinoya ❤️

@adoreita: aCK i remember seeing you in dinonet and being like?!$/&:$3)2 the RENA? you are legit so nice and sweet and funny?? also you are GORGEOUS. thank you for being so helpful and nice, ur very easy to approach and ur very supportive 🥺💗

@sugakuns: anna you know i’m in love with you right? we literally got along instantly on dinonet you’re legit HILARIOUS omg. youre really easy to talk to and all the sweet stuff you put in my inbox makes me so happy 😭 being around you makes me feel loved

@hajiimes: yeah i got nothing to say 🙄 kidding!! cola we’re literally the same person okay like what do i even say. i’m so in love with your writing i’ve read 7-11 introspection like 15 times over AGDH. somehow you sit in on all my rants and screaming and we literally click so well? from fukaya to truth hurts to punk yamaguchi, you’re legit so easy to talk to and i love you so much 😭❤️

@akaagiis: aka the SWEETEST PERSON ON THE PLANET. LORD JESUS. lena you’re so swert and whenever i talk to you i feel so incredibly appreciated 🥺🥺 we can scream about iroha’s thighs and Women whenever we like <3 also yoUR WRITING STYLE? please you’re so underrated it makes me so upset please 😭

@violetetsu: atlas you make me feel so included 🤧💗 you’re so sweet, you boost my ego, and you’re legit so funny 😭 it’s very easy to talk to you and crack jokes with you and i love you so much for that!! you’re one of the people who motivates me to write hehe

@mracleboy: hero oh em gee. you’re so funny and your writing style is top tier!! it’s so easy to carry conversation with you and you’re lit so nice <3 you always are being so incredibly sweet to me and i appreciate you so much for that 💗💗

@wanderynn: last but not least.... rae. the loml. it was so easy to get comfortable with you and you’re legit sO SWEET. your writing, especially forgotten sandcastles, is literally one of the best things i’ve ever read?? you give excellent advice and we can easily scream about our self-ships together. you make me feel so loved and appreciated and you’re one of my favorite people on this planet omg 😭

so there we go! thank you all again for 1k and i really hope you decide to do the event and join my discord hehe <3

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Have you posted any leech lord fics yet? I see the snippets and the short one-offs, like the echo logs or the trait/personality things, but how does one get at the actual au story? Im dying to know how things go and end in it!

Responding to these together as they are kinda linked in a way! @the-insomniac-emporium 

So, in a nutshell, I don’t have a linear long form fic. I fucking wish I did. 

It’s not from any unwillingness to do so, it’s actually something I was originally planning and put all the groundwork in for already. Folks who’ve seen the full storyline for Leech Lord would have seen the timeline, the events and breakdowns, etc. It’s all there, and I have all the content.. I just do not have the time.

It wasn’t nice to realise that, but it was pretty clear when I started planning out chapters. Right now, I have on average 2 hours a day for creative work. So that’s writing and trying to learn digital art at the moment. I’m also a very slow writer and have perfectionist tendencies that mean I re-write things over and over despite not actually knowing what I’m doing. The first thing I wrote was Sept last year, I’m winging it to a level that’s shockin. 

If I had stuck with the linear fic idea? No joke, I’d have maybe 3 chapters done by now. It’s not enough, it’s too massive a gap between any actual content for the kind of world building and story I’m “trying” to do, so I use the available time I have in a way I can generate content without stressing myself out, and that’s non-linear storytelling. 

Atm I can create a mini 3-char prompt daily, longer drabbles generally twice a month, and a single short I aim for monthly. With the daily char prompts, it means so much to me to hear they are being enjoyed at all! I’m trying to use them to flesh out the characters and world enough that people can maybe start understanding them on their own terms -  have an idea of how Sei would react to something, or visualise LL Troy in a scenario and *get* what his response would be. 

I also try to link a huge amount of foreshadowing and back references through them that I hope feel like a bit of a treasure hunt in a way. An “Ohhhh I remember this, I understand this reaction..” kind of thing I hope some folks are grabbing and smiling at!

My “longer” shorts are all here - AO3 LINK

I might eventually be able to push a linear fic, I don’t want to say never. As I continue to deepen the chars and world building I think it will leave me with more finished content to shift directly into a linear fic anyway, but RN it’s just beyond my reach with how little time I can afford it. I am desperately envious of people who have time. God. Folks, if you have time and have something you are passionate about? USE IT. USE IT FOR ME PLEASE :’)

If there’s something Leech Lord wise you want to know though, seriously, just send in an ASK! I’ve about 50k additional words so far of near finished prompt/drabbles, theres a good chance I’ll have info ready to go for an ask, and I really enjoy interacting through them!

[evangelene]

Thoughts from the bedside (a DWYA mini fic)

From the short fic game I’m still accepting requests for :) 

Anonymous said:I would ask a drabble... for example DWYA namjoon thoughts when he found out who was his mate... but that’s only if you want 😬 I think you shouldn’t push yourself to write, inspiration will hit at any moment 😉 kisses and hugs for you

and!

Anonymous said:52, despite what you are namjoon 😍

The game

Despite What You Are

As he stared at you, immobile and on the brink of death in what used to be his bed, he thought of the first time he ever laid eyes on you. It was easier to think about your past trauma and know you lived than to think about your current state and know that there was a massive possibility of you being gone forever. Though he didn’t anticipate you making your way into his life, he wasn’t ready for you to exit it.

Prior to that fateful night where he met you, he hadn’t ever thought that he even could form a mate bond with a human—the prospect had always been more myth amongst vampires than a plausible reality.  He had always assumed that, like everyone else, he would one day meet his vampiric mate and would reproduce for the sake of continuing on the species and nothing more. He didn’t have any aspirations, nor any goals; he just planned to exist until he couldn’t anymore. You weren’t supposed to be a factor in any of this; you weren’t supposed to be there and he wasn’t supposed to find you there.

He wasn’t the one who was supposed to get the rogue vampire from his clan at the time—back before he ever even considered being a clan leader, he had been a gruntman for several clans. Apathetic and uncaring about the world around him; he existed to make his clan the strongest and nothing more. It was because he was too detached that he was exiled from his first two clans, and, only with the recommendation of Yoongi, who had found him on the streets, did he manage to assimilate into that one. Yoongi had always been trusted by clan leaders, which was why it had been Yoongi’s job to get Insong who had separated himself from the clan by mutiny at the last moment on the field. However, Yoongi was met by a pack of humans and, following the chain of command, it became Namjoon’s problem.

Later, when Namjoon was watching you take shallow breaths against the tire of a caravan, he overheard other humans say that you weren’t supposed to be there either—you were a too mouthy, and therefore you were sent out in the hopes that this would eliminate you.

Wiping his hair off his forehead, he was brought back into the heat of the room. Your fevered skin was creating excess warmth to the degree that even he was beginning to feel dampness gather at the nape of his neck. He smiled bitterly at your sweating form, the memory still creating a haze over his stare. The humans wanted you gone, much like his previous clans had—it was that first similarity that made him decide not to reject you. He had given bullshit about fate to those around him, but it was actually because you completed him in a way that he didn’t know he needed: you were rejected for your voice; he was rejected for his lack of it.

His life had been a spiral of mediocrity, a pit that he couldn’t find his way out of.

And then, he saw you.

It wasn’t like every stereotypical romantic moment humans hoped and dreamed for. Time didn’t freeze to the focal point where his eyes met yours. His heart didn’t jump against his ribcage and his body didn’t collapse from the weight of seeing you for the first time. No, instead, it was as simple as a switch being flipped in his head. Colors were a little brighter and there was a moment where he nodded to himself, if only because he was confirming what his genes were already telling him: “Yes, this person is evolutionarily perfect for me.” Love was incomprehensible to him; vampires didn’t mate for love like humans did. Vampires weren’t even supposed to mate to humans as it was—the stories of those who had always ended as tragedies.

And then, he realized that Insong was the one holding you by your throat as you screamed and bled like an animal inhumanely butchered.

He remembered not comprehending the fact that you were human at first. From the moment that he understood you to be in danger, he knew only anger in his stomach—something dangerous and undeniable that threw him into a fury. He remembered thinking

How dare someone think that they can rid the world of you?

How dare someone think that they can take what is mine?

You weren’t property, nor were you something that he could own. But in that moment, he felt entitled to your life simply because of the face that he had inexplicably bonded with you just by seeing your face.

No matter how much he would try to forget in the time that passed after he dropped you off in human hands, he would never forget the sound you made when you dropped—nor would he forget how much blood surrounded your broken form on the ground. If he closed his eyes, he could still picture seeing your lashes flutter with life even though your gaze comprehended nothing of your surroundings. He remembered feeling like he needed to throw up because you were absolutely terrified, as you should’ve been. He remembered feeling like he needed to throw up because you were human and he was not.

You were human.

He didn’t remember how he killed Insong, only that he had not once touched the enemy vampire. The signs pointed to the beginnings of abilities he would gain later on in his career. However, he did remember the moment of soul-crushing weakness that he felt rattle through his bones in the moment that he realized everything that had just happened in the span of a minute.

Later on he would come to learn that his rage for your safety had given him his abilities.

Later on he would discover that it was you who gave him his power.

It was in that moment of weakness—that moment of fight or flight—that you gave him more of a purpose than any normal vampiric mate could have.

He had to protect you. He had to keep you alive, if for no other reason than the fact that you were broken and unwanted on the ground; that hurt him more than it should have.

Because he could have been you.

His purpose was for him to meet you, to speak to you face to face one day.

And now here he was, unable to do just that because you were still unconscious—still dying.

There wasn’t a rhyme or reason to his sudden urge to want to reach out and touch your cheek, but it was physically agonizing for him to hold himself back from doing so. Physicality confused him, for he didn’t see a purpose in it other than reproduction and necessity. But, for whatever reason, he remembered picking you up to set you by the caravan—picking you up to take you back to his compound—your skin had burned him in a way that didn’t make sense, considering it wasn’t painful.

It was a pleasant feeling that warred with the sickness in his gut.

You were paler than when he first saw you—granted it had been nighttime and you were on your deathbed so of course your skin would lose color. There seemed to be wrinkles between your eyes and, for no other apparent reason than that, he was concerned with how often you were fearful.

“I thought I lose you once already.” He murmured, knowing full well you couldn’t hear him. You hadn’t moved in days since he’d brought you here. And god was he pissed when he found you—that’s probably why you were so terrified, even though his anger wasn’t directed at you but at the vampiric presence that chased you to him.

The fluke that had him bolting from his clan in search of that smell that had his gut lurching forward in pain was yet another rogue vampire—this time not one from his own clan, but an allied one. It occurred to him that he’d only ever heard you scream, so hearing you run by with an impossibly moronic quip thrown over your shoulder was refreshing until the moment he saw the shadows swallow you whole.

“You need to stop finding yourself in trouble.”  He sighed, playing with his fingers as his own fear began to build the longer he dwelled on the fact that you met him twice through impending doom. “Don’t make me believe I will lose you again.”

By the time he finished the words, an epiphany that explained the lengths he’d gone to bring you here—to prepare for your official entrance into his life—struck his skull. His initial instinct had been horribly wrong. He wasn’t entitled to your life, because you weren’t his—you didn’t know him, you didn’t know who (or what) he was. And maybe he didn’t know you either, but he liked your presence. On the contrary to you being his, the moment that his genes bonded to you—the moment that he discovered you as his mate—he became yours.

[wildcard47]

fandom meme

i was tagged by @terribleoldwhitemen -- passing it along to @dozmuffinxc @steadfast @adreadfulidea and @lafiametta

fandoms: on ao3? only 7. in my heart, my fandom history, and on my old LJ? so so many.

number of fics: 112

fic i spent the most time on: lmao oh god, I guess an island comes pretty close as I was literally working on it for (checks ao3) 4.5 years. time is a flat circle, woman inherits the earth, etc.

sad to say, we are coming up on a v. similar timeline for danke schoen.....can someone grant me a bunch of free money and 20 more hours in a work week?

fic i spent the least time on: if we stick with mad men, it’s probably this series -- fluffy stupid holiday ficlets are easy, easy!

longest fic: an island -- clocking in at 118,737 words

shortest fic: apparently I posted an honest to god drabble on ao3 once! congratulations, conspiracies!

most hits: here with me -- thank you, good omens fandom. :)

most kudos: same hat

most comment threads: an island by a nose!

most bookmarks: here with me OR (terror fandom coming in hot) when you need me. <3 <3

total word count: 967,430

favorite fic: oooof, don’t make me choose between my children!

On the MM side, I do really like most people get married, the execution of a dumb conceit which makes me laugh A LOT. It has maybe the best Joan line I have ever written and will ever write. I’m also really fond of the book of love because the ending turned out very closely to what I had in my head. And if I have to pick a favorite that’s outside of those two fandoms, I guess I’ll go with baby, here’s to love, because it’s fun and I had fun playing around in the Frasier-verse.

fic i most want to expand on/rewrite: expand on? definitely the james/francis/blanky adventure I had going in tell me something good....if I can ever figure out how to climb out of that plot hole.

rewrite entirely? probably the incorruptible exception, I just rushed it so much. the garbage will do, etc.

share a bit of a wip/story idea you’re working on: 

uhhhh okay here’s some ocean’s 11, terror-style:

“Jesus, dude.” Ramon the prison guard eyes James Fitzjames’ tuxedo in shock from his seat behind the bulletproof window, letting out a low whistle as he unlatches the metal drawer, sending the rest of James’s personal articles through to the other side. “Where the hell you going after this, the Ritz?”

James adjusts his silver cufflinks, now fully dressed without a hair out of place. A madcap grin blooms across his face. His blue-blooded English accent, muted and downplayed over the last four years, returns in full force. “Free man now, darling.” He winks. “Don’t wait up.”

Anywhere I want.

Carrying only the manila envelope full of his personals, he’s escorted outside by two guards, and immediately spies a silver-haired man in a short-sleeved collared shirt and trousers out front, leaning against the chain-link fence that separates the prison entrance from the parking lot as he finishes his breakfast. 

Dundy looks about the same. His shirt has mini cheeseburgers on it, dotting the mustard-yellow cotton with vivid daubs of greens and reds and toasted brown buns. Dundy is also stuffing the remains of a donut into his mouth, sucking icing from his thumb and first two fingers. James is sure the man has crumbs all down his front already. 

He’s never been happier to see LeVesconte eating anything.

Dundy waits until the two guards escorting James are out of earshot before he crumples up his breakfast bag, and stands up straight. “Hope you won the swimsuit competition.”

James suppresses a grin, tilts his head in a knowing way. “Jimmy Buffett called. He wants his shirt back.”

[spnfanficpond]

June Angel Fish Awards

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WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, HERE ARE JUNE’S ANGEL FISH AWARDS!

Nominated by @wingedcatninja and @mrswhozeewhatsis and @manawhaat

The Song Remains the Same (oneshot) by @sammit-janet 

@wingedcatninja said -  This fic by @sammit-janet is the best case fic I have ever read. It has everything: drama, angst, a witch curse, perfect characterization. Reading it was like being inside an episode of Supernatural. And, without spoiling anything, the ending broke my heart. To quote my own comment when I reblogged it:

“I don’t even know where to start. The story is fantastic. The prose is beautiful. The characterization is on point. The angst is delightfully painful. It’s just overall amazing. Thank you for sharing this awesome piece of art.”

@mrswhozeewhatsis said -  The painful ingenuity of the spell in this case fic is genius. Pure freaking genius! Painful as hell, but genius. Characterization is wonderful, as always, and my heart is a little more broken, but I’m used to that with Sammit!! Brava!!!! *throws roses at you*

@manawhaat said-  WOW! That was fucking awesome! We see witch spells so often and (maybe it’s bc of the genre I’m reading but) they’re always like lust spells of some sort, so it was super refreshing to see this kind of spell. This whole thing was just really well done, super interesting, perfectly in character and the realm of spn. And that last little bit. UGH! SO PERFECT! So Dean! So spot on! So fitting and heartbreaking and such a perfect little add on. I swear, this whole thing legit felt like I watched an episode of the show. This case fic is a perfect example of how I want every fic to read. I want the drama, the suspense, the emotion, the subtleties, the Winchesters as they truly are, this kind of gentle care for detail and attention to creating a realistic feel. I can’t say it enough- this is fucking FANTASTIC!

Nominated by @wingedcatninja

Never Wanna Say Goodbye (oneshot) by @deanwinchesterswitch

This is deliciously painful angst that leaves you with tears in your eyes and a smile on your lips.

Nominated by @risingphoenix761

Salty Stockings (oneshot) by @slytherkins

Cute, hilarious, and just the right amount of crack. Also risque and suggestive. Did I mention this is hilarious? So much good stuff in a short fic, and imagine if anyone suggested Dean take this with him on a hunt!

Nominated by @manawhaat

True or False (oneshot) by @thegirlwhorunswithwinchesters

The way this starts instantly pulls you in. There’s so much pent up shit rattling through Dean and the way it’s reciprocated through Y/n is an amazing build. There’s so much emotion and vulnerability to this entire thing, and it’s done in a way that’s completely believable and realistic for Dean. Fuck. It’s smart and really just opens them both up in such a refreshing way that speaks of Dean’s bravery, even in the face of being raw and exposed to someone else. And the way the tables turn. *screeches and flaps on the floor* Be still my fucking heart! I fucking adore this and the way you approached this fic and premise. There are so many ways it could have gone wrong or lost its power and impact, but you fucking nailed it!

Covet (series) by @waywardjoy

Fucking Christ, this series stressed me the fuck out, but in the best way possible. The cliffhangers, the dark grittiness. The insanity! Fuck, I absolutely love it when stories are written in a way that completely immerse me in it. It’s dark, like, really dark. Fuck. It just hurts. 

The Beginning of The End (oneshot) by @deanwinchesterswitch

OW! There is a secret desperation in this that is absolutely brutal and tears your heart in two. The way Dean is written is eye-opening and really just drags you down into a depth of pain and grief that only a Winchester can feel. I feel like I should say something about the sex being hot, but I can’t. Because to me it’s just so rough, borderline too rough, and so emotional. Which might sound weird, but in this situation and with the way everything is presented that scene is honest as fuck, very believable, and powerful. At some point things become more about the emotional release than they do being sexy, and this is a gorgeous example of that kind of repressed emotion roaring to life in ‘bottle it up forever’ Dean Winchester. This fic hurts so good all the way through and in different ways. That in itself is a feat, so have so many layers in one story. It’s anger and hurt and guilt and worry and all of it is wrapped so delicately together in this fucking stunning piece of art. 

Born This Way (oneshot) by @evansrogerskitten

HAPPY PRIDE MOTHER FUCKERS!!!!!! This fuckin’ fic! Wow. This is the definition of the spn family. There’s so much love and support wrapped up in this story, in this fucking dream. I rarely get like, actually emotional reading fics (because I’m a heartless bitch) but this has me sitting here clutching my chest with my eyes closed just full body squeeing and smiling and my gut is clenching with all the emotion. There is something to be said of the spn family being allies. This song, this setting, this family, and the moment you’ve created here is so important and such a special thing! AND, as if the fic itself wasn’t enough to make me burst into happy tears, the tweets at the bottom sure the fuck were! Honestly, everything about this is so spot on and believable and just fucking pure and good.

Castiel Imagine (drabble) by @webcricket

Holy hell, that Cas fic was not only incredibly fucking sensual and well done but it was just so full of amazing language. Fantastic! I feel like a lot of writers who try to beef up their language tend to use words that feel out of place, but your consistency and the way you weave them together made me slow down to savor every line and that was such a beautiful thing.

Nominated by @sorenmarie87

Life for Rent (series) by @winchest09

The series has just started but I can’t wait to see where it goes.  I love a good mobster!au and the set up so far has me wondering what’s going to happen next. 

What Research? (oneshot) by @becs-bunker 

What do I say about this other than I loved it?  I mean Sam has been busy and the reader just wants some attention from him. Of course, they accomplish what they set out to do and it’s worth the read.  

Born This Way by @evansrogerskitten 

This was a fantastic fic. The reader has the casts approval and support, and the way they came out was fantastic. I almost cried, no lie. Ash’s fics are always fantastic but this hit me in an unsuspected way. 

Once Upon A Dream (oneshot) by @welldonebeca

I haven’t honestly seen that many Human!Gabe fics let alone Alpha!Gabe at that.  The story is so sweet.

Fallen Productions (series) by @welldonebeca  

I always admire authors who can write A/B/O but this mini series works its way through the original Team Free Will in a different way.  

He Is (series) by @coffee-obsessed-writer

This whole series is super sweet. Each chapter shows just what Dean means to you, and Jen nails it in each of them.

Make You Feel My Love (series) by @sofreddie 

This was such a sweet A/B/O series.  I love that Dean and the reader took their time, I mean Dean eased her through her earlier heats but I think it was sweet that it was just smut off the bat.  

Nominated by @iflostreturntosteverogers

Almond Milk Lies (series) by @fictionalabyss  

Mel is a fantastic writer 💕

Nominated by @shy-violet-soul 

The Girl Next Door (series) by @luci-in-trenchcoats 

An engaging AU, this writer keeps you hooked with well-paced timing & plot. Portrayal of characters is consistent with the show, which other fics struggle with when not in the SPN world. The story line is believable and genuine, and I enjoy the banter between the 2 main pairing-folks. Bravo!

Sunsets by @crispychrissy 

Damn. This work is so beautifully painful, or painfully beautiful, it’s hard to find words. I don’t want to comment on a favorite part to avoid giving away the plot. But this writer has captured a lesser-written character powerfully and consistently, and hooks you in with strong imagery and pacing. Hold on to your heartstrings for this one. 

Thank you all for the awesome work and great feedback!

As with the BFAs, these are not actual awards! This system is set up so everyone in the pond has a chance to share the love and promote a fic/author that has grabbed your attention. The more people that participate, and the more everyone remembers to submit their own fics after posting, the better this will be :D

THANK YOU ALL AGAIN, KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK, AND AS ALWAYS, HAPPY WRITING!

[missneko-otaku]

(*Writer’s notes: Hello~ It has been quite a while since I last posted a new fic. I have been trying (my very best ง •̀ω•́)ง✧ ) to give time for some writing and finally managed to do it. This was supposed to be my first attempt at writing a drabble but, oh well..hahaha ¯\_༼ ಥ ‿ ಥ ༽_/¯ I failed miserably as you can tell. So instead, this is a oneshot fluff(?) for one of my favorite slbp npc characters, Tadakatsu. Well, we can say that this is probably my first fluff fic(if this is considered a fluff). Though I don’t really know if I did good in writing it XD

About the fic too, umm...(〃￣ω￣〃ゞ, this was just a sudden urge (I was sitting and just watching random youtube videos on my laptop when I suddenly thought of writing it).

I have been meaning for so long to write a oneshot fic for Tadakatsu as well, but during those times I was focused more on Yasumasa’s fic chapter series(which btw, is still ongoing).. But out of the blue, like what I have been telling you right now---for some reason I had the inspiration to write for Tadakatsu. The sudden idea came from, I think, tenka event? From Ieyasu’s event route, where MC, Yasu and the gang were there talking about mushrooms? I really can’t remember well. And Tadakatsu was excited wanting to eat those mushrooms so that he can experience an upset stomach, or something similar to that? Not sure. I just remember that part then I had the urge to write something about it. And that’s how this fic was written and made.

As always I am really not confident about my English and grammar skills, even my writing skills. I feel like I am still lacking. Though, I am really thankful and grateful for the people who have said otherwise to me.

Anyway, in case you see some grammar mistakes don’t feel shy to correct me or point it out to me (in a gentle and kind manner ^v^**) so that I can improve more. Thanks~ )

✼A Curious Person And Some Mushrooms (Tadakatsu x MC) (oneshot)

Ever since I have arrived here in Mikawa there is this particular person that for some odd reason would always catch my attention. And before I know it, I have become quite fond of him.

“What nice weather we have today~ You must be feeling happy right now Yahiko, seeing all the laundry will be drying very well under this weather.”

“Wahh!” I exclaim, startled by the sudden warm and pleasant greeting of Lord Tadakatsu behind me—almost making me drop the newly washed blankets that I am about to hang. I turn to greet him, “Lord Tadakatsu, please stop surprising people like that.” I say but clearly, he’s right. I’m in a good mood.

His eyes beaming as always like a ray of warm sunshine and his smile as innocent as the blue sky. I would have never thought that behind this naive and friendly facade lies such a curious, unusual persona. He loves being the catch basin of lord Ieyasu’s ire and sharp remarks. He enjoys being hurt physically too, I see it sometimes. At first, I was shocked by it but have come to gradually accept his strangeness.

“I thought so!” laughs lord Tadakatsu heartily and kindly. Usually, he is together with Lord Yasumasa and Toramatsu. But now, he is all by himself. I wonder what is he doing here strolling alone in the garden.

“By the way, Yahiko, do you have time after this?” says lord Tadakatsu, a bit sheepish which is new to me.

“Well, I do have some free time after this. Do you need help with something?” I ask as I fluff and hang the laundry so naturally on the clothesline.

His eyes bashful yet shining at the same time as he replies to me, “Can you come with me to the woods? Yasumasa nor Toramatsu wouldn’t want to come. I don’t know why they hate the idea so much and going alone seems boring too. So can I trouble you? We are going to pick and eat some mushrooms~!” says lord Tadakatsu with some delight.

“Mushrooms??” I ask, my eyes batting in a quizzical fashion at him.

“Yes~ I have been so bored for days. Nobody is paying any attention to me. Yasumasa would always tell me to shut up. Toramatsu, on the other hand, would be at a loss for words whenever I tell him something and would leave me behind. And the absence of lord Ieyasu is making it more difficult for me to bear. How I miss lord Ieyasu’s glare and..ahhhhhh..~”

Suddenly, Lord Tadakatsu starts hugging himself as he writhes in pleasure in front of me, reminiscing the past callous rebukes of Lord Ieyasu towards him. Noticing that I am quite not saying anything at all, just standing there with an uneasy expression that I don’t know that I am showing—he stops and starts to explain more.

“That’s why I asked Master Hanzo about my situation. He told me that perhaps I need a little adventure in the woods. He told me to go only by this route and pick some mushrooms the more unique in appearance, the better. Then, he said why to have a mini campfire party while I am already at it, roast some and eat it there. Enjoy the surroundings. And maybe, he said, maybe I’ll find something too.”

Oh...don’t tell me... Master Hanzo, what are you even thinking? I say in my mind with disbelief and half worried to this innocent-looking samurai.

“So Yahiko? Hmm??” chimes in lord Tadakatsu into my thoughts. “Will you?”

Gosh..how can I even say no to this adorable, sweet-looking face.

***

Finally, we are now in a small clearing that is located somewhere in the middle of the forest—filled with these “unique mushrooms” growing everywhere. Our faces, hair, and clothes in total dirty, disarray and disheveled state. I did not expect this at all. I don’t even know why the hell I carelessly said yes to this. Master Hanzo must be having fun right now, the thought that lord Tadakatsu foolishly took his advice and even managed to bring someone along with him would be such a fun sight for him. This route that he suggested is such an untrodden and dangerous path! I can’t think how many times we slipped, fell and got lost because of that damn untrustworthy piece of paper that was given to him as a map.

I knew it. Master Hanzo can be crafty sometimes.

“Here we are Yahiko, finally~” says lord Tadakatsu enthusiastically like nothing happened to us just a while ago. “I’m starting to really feel excited and ahhh~ I’m glad we came! That path gave us such a thrill too. Also, I can’t wait to taste these mushrooms around us.”

What to do with this man? I sigh. I don’t know if he knows how some mushrooms are not edible and are poisonous, that you CAN’T eat every single mushroom you see. You have to be familiar with them. Only a few are edible but most of them are deadly. I wonder if he knows that or is he just playing dumb? Or perhaps he just wants an upset stomach? Whatever the case, fortunately, I had time to prepare some stuff and some EDIBLE mushrooms before coming here, plus a small kettle and water for making tea later.

I pretend to go along with this ridiculous idea, pretending to be picking up these poisonous mushrooms. While on the other hand, lord Tadakatsu, with all his heart pick every single one he sees, his arm already full with such vibrant odd-looking mushrooms. I don’t know if he recognizes it as poisonous or not, but he really does seem to enjoy it. To be honest, I can’t help but feel really worried yet at the same time feel happy for him. Seeing him like this, I can’t help but find this ludicrous situation with him appealing and enjoyable. Plus he looks so adorable right now, like a big kid having his own fun—the scene, making me grin at him like a fool as well.

“Lord Tadakatsu, I think we have enough already. Let me prepare the ones you handpicked for us. I will prepare some tea too.”

“Thank you, Yahiko.” says lord Tadakatsu, you can really see the excitement in his eyes, and that he is really having fun.

“While you do that, I’m going to make some fire for us.” says lords Tadakatsu before going to the other side to prepare the woods.

As he does that, I furtively prepare the edible mushrooms I brought with us. Seasoning them well. When everything’s ready, we sit down in front of the fire, holding our mushrooms out and grilling them nicely over the fire. The smoky and delicious smell wafting through the evening breeze.

“Is it just me, or something is different about the mushrooms? Their sizes seem different from what we picked–” he examines it closely. A bit confused.

“Ha..ha..ha.. You are just imagining things.” I blurt with an awkward laugh.

***

We ate and finished everything.

We are now sipping hot tea under the serene moonlight as we observe the calmness and stillness of our surroundings. The sky seems to glimmer so much tonight. I unconsciously look at my side, the moon and the fire illuminating his handsome features that I never noticed before. A funny feeling comes over my chest which is weird. As I try to organize my thoughts, lord Tadakatsu speaks up, “Today I had fun Yahiko. Thanks to you.” He says as he glances my way, it is so sudden that I feel my cheeks reddening right away.

“Oh, I- It’s nothing. I didn’t do anything at all. It was Master Hanzo’s idea.” I say, my gaze faltering and I look away from him”

“That is not true, without you this short trip wouldn’t be as exhilarating and fun as I expected it would be. Being able to see your cute and funny reactions at every worse situation, how you would easily tumble so carelessly too, how we both got lost, got hurt trying to tread that path is just pure bliss to me. Ahhghh~ Don’t you agree? Yahiko?”

“And I get to eat your cooking and drink tea with you right now.”, then all of a sudden, his brows furrowing as if he remembered something, “But, it feels like something is missing, I am expecting this mushrooms to make me..hmm..I was sure I picked the weirdest ones..” he murmurs feeling confused. It is like he is anticipating something to happen to him.

I don’t know why but even though I should feel weirded out by what he is saying right now, there’s this part of me feeling happy and shy and also glad that I was the one he thought first to invite in this little outing in the woods. It has somehow felt to me like I am special too, in some way, to him.

A few moments of silence passes as we appreciate the stillness of things around us, my nose catches something delicious-smelling in the air. I look where it is coming from only to see lord Tadakatsu roasting something over the fire. As he makes eye contact with me, he excitedly speaks to me, “Ohh, do you still want to eat more? I have been saving this for the last. IT looks so ODD it may taste dangerously good~! But, what to do, I can’t give you this~” he says in a teasing manner, waving the slightly burned and fat, juicy looking mushroom on the stick at me.

As my mind is trying to register everything before me, I see lord Tadakatsu starts nibbling the newly cooked grilled mushroom. Hot and juicy.

Good heavens..! Don’t tell me what I am thinking is right..!

It has dawned on me that he must have kept an extra mushroom he picked earlier. He starts eating the half part, happily chewing the poisonous thing. Panicking, I stand right away. A loud sound of a clattering cup resounds in the air as I drop my tea and hurriedly run towards him, knocking him down onto the ground. He is sprawled out on the ground facing me who is somewhat on top of him.

“Spit it out..! Lord Tadakatsu, you should spit it ALL out..!” I say in a somehow worried yet commanding tone with a hint of anger, anger at his recklessness or stupidity.

“Wha– waahh..!?” he says in a mumble, his mouth still filled with chunks of the flesh of the mushroom. His arms flailing in defense. On his one hand, he holds up his precious mushroom in the air as he tries his best not to let it fall from his hand to the ground. He still doesn’t understand what is going on, he tries to stop my hands from reaching him as I try to make him spit out everything.

As he is about to gulp it all down—worried at what might happen to him if he ate it all—I instinctively grab his neck with one hand in a swift motion and my other hand—my right hand—force his mouth open. My fingers forced its way relentlessly inside of his mouth so that I can get all the chunky bits of that mushroom. Suddenly, I feel the sudden loss of energy from lord Tadakatsu. He suddenly stops flailing around me and a sultry, erotic moan escapes from his lips.

“Ahh-mmm~~” to my sudden shock, I remove my fingers from his mouth and slapped him hard on the cheek. Wha—– What the hell was THAT!!??

I am so shocked by his voice. The sound is so strangely inviting that it gives me the creeps.

I am still sitting on top of him, our positions looking odd and his face is writhing in so much pleasure that I instinctively get off of on top of him, scampering away from him.

Lord Tadakatsu slowly gains his breathing now that he is free from my hands. He is gasping for air for a bit and coughing out the remnants of the poisonous mushroom from his mouth. He sits up groggily, his right hand touching his neck.

I feel nervous, weirded out as well by lord Tadakatsu’s voice and at the same time guilty at how I was so forceful in getting that damn mushroom out of his mouth. I have to admit, I panicked too much. I should have used my head better. Thought more before doing something so horrible to him like that. But really, MC, he WAS eating a poisonous mushroom just seconds ago, you know. So, WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND WOULD NOT PANIC ABOUT IT? I tell myself in my head.

Meanwhile, Lord Tadakatsu’s breathing slowly becomes stable. He then starts to talk, “Wha–why…Why did you stop??” he asks his voice a bit strained from all that happened but his face shows the opposite; it is like he was begging for more.

I was dumbstruck. So dumbstruck. I didn’t expect that…question…that reaction, at all.

Good. Just good, MC. Have you forgotten? It has totally slipped my mind that lord Tadakatsu takes pleasure from such things: being punished or inflicted…and in whatever manner, he likes it. He has that kind of strange, very strange side. Even though I thought that I have gotten used to it, still it shocks me a bit.

“I–, I… Wha–what are you even thinking!??” I suddenly say in a furious tone. I don’t know anymore what I am feeling. Mixed emotions are welling up inside of me. A mixture of worrying and fear, fear from him totally getting himself killed because of that stupid mushroom, and anger as well, all building up within me. I don’t know what I should do or feel about him or of the situation itself. I don’t know anymore how should I really react at this. I have known lord Tadakatsu to be really an odd person, I should have expected something like this. But for some reason, I feel angry and annoyed.

Here I am, my heart almost leaped out from my chest, I felt all my blood drain from my face the second that he ate that poisonous mushroom, worried that he might die on the spot. I was almost about to lose my mind here, you know. Yet he takes everything lightly, like nothing wrong is happening.

You just ate a poisonous mushroom!? And the first thing you would ask after all that strangling and panicking is why I stopped!?? Are you— are you kidding me? Is this a joke?

“Are you that bored..!? Bored enough to want to really try something stupid and kill yourself..!?” I snapped.

Lord Tadakatsu, suddenly becomes quiet, too surprised he doesn’t know how to react. Maybe because it is his first time seeing me get really mad and snapped at him. It is probably new to him, to see this side of me fuming so different from the usual happy, calm and understanding side I usually show to everyone.

The pleasure coating on his face before has now turned into something else: guilt. He is silent, looking a bit bewildered, like a kid being punished, feeling guilty somehow. He ruffles his dark grayish hair with his fingers, his eyes looking a bit apologetic, “I’m sorry. I got carried away. I couldn’t stop myself, you know. I had the sudden urge to eat that mushroom despite the fact that it may really be poisonous. And I’m sorry too. Before I know it, I couldn’t stop myself enjoying what you were doing to me. I’m sorry, I didn’t think I would really make you this upset…” he says, his eyes sincerely looking sad, similar to the eyes of a lost puppy.

Uggghh, again..that face..that naive face. I must be crazy right now.

I can’t help but let out a small yet long frustrated sigh. For some reason, whenever I see this naive side of lord Tadakatsu, I can’t help but give in to that silly face. All the exasperation that has burst out of me earlier is somehow gone in an instant. Like it melted away into the evening breeze along with my sigh.

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Back at the castle.

We are walking, side by side in the hallway. All the retainers must be in the main hall and are probably having their dinner by now. The moon is round above the evening sky, illuminating every corner and area it can in the castle.

Feeling full because of the grilled mushrooms we ate together and with all the tiring things that happened to us today, I have decided to just return at my quarters and call it a day. I do feel very exhausted, my body feeling heavy already as I walk.

I take a glance at him and about to excuse myself when I notice that he is grinning, his eyes smiling.

“You really did enjoy and had fun today, huh? lord Tadakatsu.” I say to him, still walking side by side in the hallway.

“Oh, haha true~! I did. Is it that obvious?” he replies in a jolly manner.

“Well, you can’t seem to hide that big grin on your face. So I thought you must really have enjoyed that little (savage) trip to the forest.” I say.

“Haha, then I see that it was a good decision to asked master Hanzo. Like what he said, all I needed was a little adventure and it did satisfy the loneliness and boredom I was feeling. And he was right, in the end, I did really find something…I discovered something good.”

Hmm...I wonder what is it? Curious about what he is referring to.

“How about you? Did you have fun too, Yahiko?” he asks curiously as his head tilts slightly at the side.

“I–umm..well, I–somehow, in a way I think,” I say to him in a low voice. To be honest, I don’t have the energy at all to think about everything that happened today. I just want to rest my mind, just sleep when I get back in my room. But, despite the rollercoaster of emotions, mood swings that I felt in just a single day, I would be lying to myself if I said that the whole thing was huge exhaustion, a mess and that I didn’t enjoy it all. I honestly did have fun, maybe not the whole time, but I did enjoy accompanying lord Tadakatsu. And for some reason, I like the fact that somehow through this we got a little bit closer than before.

”*sighs*I am glad to hear that. That you had fun with me. I was worried that maybe in the end I was the only one enjoying it..” he says in a somehow meek expression.

Well, to be honest, the last part is almost true. He WAS the ONLY one who was enjoying the disasters that we encountered. To be honest, I am shocked, shocked that we made it alive and glad that nothing really serious happened to us.

“Don’t worry too much about it. I’m just glad somehow the trip turned….umm…well at the end..and that is enough for me.” I say making him feel comfortable.

Suddenly lord Tadakatsu stops walking, “Then..! Let’s do it again! Having a little excursion from time to time isn’t bad. And..ahhhhh…~~”, he pauses for a moment, then, “and those things…I look forward to it again, Yahiko…And please, you may get really mad at me as much as you want, and I wouldn’t really mind at all~” he says as he writhes in pleasure in front of me. Taken aback at this sudden twist of events, I freeze on my spot.

“Ahh~ I can’t wait..! I can’t wait to see you get mad at me again, and I can’t wait for those hands and fingers of yours to choke me again..! ahhh ..! That was so far the best experience I had for a long while...Yahiko, I didn’t really have any idea you had that kind of side in you…~ Pleaase..can you do it for me again? Do it to me again..I– I want to experience those grip of your—”

Before anyone passes by and hears him—and because he is really being too loud as well, making weird noises as he speaks—I am clasping lord Tadakatsu’s mouth with both of my hands without realizing it.

“Please, lord Tadakatsu stop…! I beg you, just stop and calm yourself. Why are you suddenly being like this? Someone will misunderstand what you are saying if they hear it..!” I say nervously as I look around us, afraid that someone might really hear him.

I thought for a moment that I finally managed to make lord Tadakatsu stopped from mumbling weird things. But to my dismay when I look at him again, it seems like I just added more fuel to his desire. He seems to be enjoying my hands clasping his mouth. I can see that weird blush getting more visible the longer I do clasp his mouth hard. So I removed my hands from his mouth and instead, I just decided to give up. Let him do or say what he wants. I don’t care anymore. Because the more I try to do something or stop him, the weirder he just becomes and harder to handle.

“I surrender. Fine..*sigh*. I give up. Have it your way or whatever, I don’t know anymore..” I say defeatedly.

I walk ahead dragging my feet—feeling all the remaining energy I have left in me escape from my body. And without looking back at all, I leave lord Tadakatsu alone there in the hallway—still in a trance from the mild pleasure he got from me clasping hard his mouth.

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[jadeile-writes]

Fanfic Progress Update 45

Woot! It’s Saturday, and that means Fanfic Progress Update! Stay tuned to the end of this post for a spoiler-y glimpse into the next chapter of Adventure Gone Mini AND the next chapter of Shit, the Radio Demon is a part of my afterlife.

Current WIPs:

Adventure gone Mini

Fandom: Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild / The Minish Cap

Summary: Sidon is given his very own Sheikah Slate, the first replica Purah has managed to make, and sets out to travel with Link with the intention of registering warp points for convenient travel in the future. However, when a malfunction shrinks them down to the size of bugs, and they meet little people called the Minish, they have to change their plans from “fun adventuring” to “getting out of this mess”. Not that those two have to exclude one another. Link/Sidon.

Progress: Chapter 32 is the current latest chapter and was posted on 18th of December. Chapter 33 is finished and will be posted on 8th of January, which is the next Wednesday. Chapter 34 has been started.

I update this fic every three weeks on Wednesdays.

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Shit, the Radio Demon is a part of my afterlife

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Summary: Husk is just your everyday demon, minding his own business and living his afterlife mostly in self-caused misery. He’s been at it for about ten years when he rather abruptly finds himself on the Radio Demon’s radar. Suddenly his life becomes a lot more interesting. For fuck’s sake, he did not ask for this bullshit. Alastor/Husk.

Progress: Chapter 5 is the current latest chapter, and was published on 3rd of January. Chapter 6 will be published on 7th of January, and chapter 7 on 10th of January. The rest of the chapters are done and waiting for their turn; the final count is 16.

I update this fic every Tuesday and Friday now!

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Afterlife the Complementary Text (workname)

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Summary (temporary): As the title says, this will be what amounts to a complementary text to Afterlife. You could call it a sequel or a side story as well, and not be completely wrong. Every chapter of Afterlife is vital to the story: they bring the plot forward, each introduces a new development, each has a specific purpose for being in the story. The ones in this one, though? Slice of life chapters that go in-between the main story, enhancing it. An interesting incident is mentioned in the main story? It may just appear in this one. These are the ideas that couldn’t fit in Afterlife, despite being fun, because they would have counted as filler chapters in it.

Progress: Nothing has been written yet, but I do have a list of ideas. Currently it has nine items, but some may get combined to fit into one chapter instead, if the idea isn’t enough to cover a full chapter. Or maybe I’ll simply do short chapters as necessary. I don’t know yet. The first two items on the list would go between chapters 7 and 8, so I doubt I have enough time to write them and start posting this fic side-by side with Afterlife, like I kind of want to. So, we shall see if I’ll start posting this only after Afterlife is done, or if I work something else out once I have something written.

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Drunk Alastor (workname)

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Summary (temporary): Roles are reversed in many ways when a drunk Alastor knocks on Husk’s door and has no intention of going to his own room for the night. Why yes, the author has one specific goal to get to here (no, not that one, eww), and you guys are going to love it, mwahaha! Oneshot, Alastor/Husk.

Progress: I’d say this is… maybe 2/3rds done. Or at least half done. It’s a long oneshot anyway. No progress since the last update, but I will get back to this.

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Other WIPs I’m not currently working on but intend to get back to someday:

PoE Drabbles (Pillars of Eternity)

DC Drabbles (Justice League)

Diaphanous Relations (Forgotten Realms, R.A. Salvatore’s books)

Rolling with it (Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild)

Possibly worth staying for (She-Ra and the Princesses of Power)

Radiohusk that makes me question my life choices (Hazbin Hotel)

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That’s it for the WIPs! Here are the promised sneak-peeks into Mini and Afterlife. (Note: the text may end up slightly different in the fics themselves due to more editing happening before publishing). Enjoy!

Mini

Link and Sidon woke up nice and early, well rested and eager to face the day. They ate a hearty breakfast on a bench near the marketplace with Link taste-testing the local specialities – super expensive roasted spider leg for one – and Sidon mostly eating from his own stash, as there was nothing that would satisfy his hunger available. They hoped that the town at the entrance of the Lost Woods would have a better selection. After all, the forest there was all misty and damp, so frogs were a likely find.

After they were done eating, they headed to the library.

Librari was sorting books that had been left in the return box overnight, or had possibly been brought in this morning by the early birds. She looked up when they entered, and smiled widely.

"Good morning, Link, Sidon", she said, then blinked rapidly a few times before bonking the side of her head slightly with her fist and proceeding to sign the same thing.

Link chuckled, and Sidon's smile widened as he answered alike.

'So, Hero Museum?' Link asked as they reached the counter. He noticed a couple of thick pamphlets that were clearly about the museum on the desk; their covers had a very detailed drawing of what seemed to be a set of artifacts on a table, which was why he drew that conclusion.

Afterlife

Husk was so damn hungry.

He checked his canned and other dry foods cabinet for something, anything to eat today, and was coming up alarmingly empty handed. Not that it came as a surprise as he had been depleting his food supply for a couple of weeks now because of having had rotten luck at the casino recently and losing more money than he made. He ate the last of his plain rice last night, so now there really was nothing left.

He was broke, and also out of food. That was worse than his usual bad monetary situations, where at least his resources lasted him through the rough patch. Not this time, though. Had he forgotten to stock up after the last time? He must have. Fucking bullshit.

Fuck damn it, what was he supposed to do now? Pawn something? He had already pawned a few unnecessary items in order to get more gambling money, which he had proceeded to immediately lose instead of multiplying it like he had planned.

That’s it this time. See you next Saturday!

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Lacewoodshipping drabbles#1 : Dates

writing this, but hey it’s the first for many more planned! It seems a bit short or maybe not enough said I guess? But let’s just roll with it for the sake of some Lacewoodshipping fics to start!

Dates

Funny little suggestive outings, innocent bouts of conversations and of-course lots of kissing. (If you were at that stage) Which Serena and Augustine certainly were.

“Are you ready my Cherie!?” Augustine yelled down the corridor of his apartment. situated in a newly built part of Lumiose, he used some of his savings for a place which Serena suggested wasn’t so close to his labs and work place.. Or rather not the loft to the scientific department of his work/office. She always told him that it wasn’t healthy and it would get him out of those crazy all nighters he used to pull.

Upon trying to encourage him to be normal; to leave and turn up for work like any other person would. He seemed to be getting a lot more ideas for their date nights, which Serena was not complaining about one bit. Their date nights were mostly things they agreed on together, their style was a spur of the moment decision which suited them just fine and being Augustine with his persuasive attitude, he could make anything sparkle in the eyes of Serena

“Okay! I won’t be a minute, geez Augustine don’t be so impatient!” Serenas voice could be heard muffled behind the door to the bathroom, the next door down to where he stood in the modern and surprisingly tidy kitchenette. He was practically almost ready to sprint out the door whilst frantically looking at his simplistic vintage watch he loved so much - courtesy to his grandfather who gifted it to him upon the occasion of graduating from his Phd. He sighed heavily closing his eyes and rested a hand on his forehead. His hair in his usual trendy flicks, more tidy and his stubble shaved.

He then rested extended arms on the kitchen side, chanting how they were going to be late and what the time was already.

I mean usually there’s a bit of sparkle before the date.

“We are going to be late mon amour!” His voice low and serious.

And as if on cue he was relieved to hear the clicking of heels walking into the kitchen from the hallway. Mesmerised by the sound alone he turned around from where he faced the faucet on the sink to where his love stood before him adorned in a black off the shoulder velvet dress, knee length but carried out a suggestive slit that stopped mid thigh at the side. Black elegant open heels and a mini purse hung off her shoulder. She curled her hair loosely so it looked more different than her normal natural wave of golden blonde hair.

She was seen going through her purse as if she was doing a mental checklist in her head. “Augustine next time you rush me out the door, I’ll refuse to go anywhere with you, have you got the keys?” She huffed and glanced his way to catch where he stood, only to double take when she saw the way he looked at her in this present moment.

He was completely taken aback by the way she looked, she got him every single time; without fail. He was sussing every little detail out - new dress? Had he seen her wear that before? I think not.

He thought he would of seen that dress somewhere on her side of the wardrobe amongst his own belongings, otherwise he would of made her wear that a lot sooner.

It was true that they were not currently sharing a place of their own, but they liked to accompany each other at each others own apartments as if they did live together, which for the moment kept a healthy place in their relationship. Serena had a lot of bad habits to break him out of yet.

He was giving her the look - the look of taking her right on the spot as far as crude thoughts go in his mind.

But alas he kept himself tame and he just battled his emotions enjoying the mix of her looking flawless and stubbornness etched in her tone she provided courtesy to his impatience,which he was so not sorry for if he got to see her feisty side he didn’t get to see often. He smirked at her but struggled to keep a cool exterior and not let his guard down no matter how beautiful or sexy she dresses for him.

She tilted her head and gave him a look as of to say ‘not now, we’ve got supposedly somewhere to be’. Rainsing an eyebrow to play his smirking game. “Augustine keep your eyes eye level, get your keys, and stop giving me that look, we have to go. Now.” Smiling in triumph at the shock his face suddenly took hold of as if he was being told off by his mother. She walked past him and swayed her hips grabbing the coat that hung at the hanger near the door.

Oh she knew what effect she had in him.

She turned and winked.

“Are you coming or not?” She snapped him out of his trance.

It worked and he bolted up straight realising that they did in fact need to go. Internally wining with the vision of the way that dressed hugged her figure before she draped her coat over herself. He cursed under his breath. “Merde”

He smiled approaching her in a quick pace, that smile he always gave her so lovingly, grabbing his own black trench coat and tossing it over his shoulder.

“You look beautiful.” He said with no sign of kalosian, meaning every word for her to hear with no errors in his language.

“You don’t look half bad yourself.” She remarked with a little playfulness, playing with the collar to his pale blue shirt; his Serena, his champion of the league, his assistant in studies and of-course his lady of beauty before him. She began to open the door beside them to take the leave of his apartment, whilst doing so she gave a suggestive kiss to his cheek as he pushed closer to be beside her. He suddenly slammed the door before she could escape after breaking the kiss from his cheek to pull her in by the waist giving her a passionate kiss full on the lips, tugging her and moving her body to fit his shape. She was completely under a spell from the shock of being forcefully tugged back to a crushing lip lock she could tell he so desperately couldn’t hold back. He pulled away and kissed her softly again and again. Satisfied he pressed his forehead to hers and sighed shaking his head. “I’m beginning to rethink our plans for tonight.” His voice low and husky, mischievousness was not lost on him.

“Behave yourself Augustine! “ she giggled, fighting his grip to disentangle herself.

“Alright alright, let us venture out into the fine evening of Lumiose” he said dramatically ushering her out of the door finally.

Door locked then reaching an elevator at the end of the corridor turning right, after 9 floors and a smart apartment set up lobby, they finally reached the front entrance to the entire building. He held the door open for her whilst he stretched the coat over his arms and fairly broad shoulders embracing himself for the cold draft of night air that hit them both like a force.

He welcomed her to his side, she leaned in like second nature, an accustomed act which they fell into naturally upon being together whilst walking the streets of luminous, he wrapped an arm around her attempting to keep and retain any warmth he may be able to giver her. Lapels on his coat up and head practically burrowed his head. He wish he could just kiss her and hold her more intimately than he was in the present situation. But this was literally as close as he could get in order for it to be suitable for the public to view affection at its most innocent

He looked down at her, studying the way her golden hair curled around the frame of her face, the subtly blush and long eyelashes that dusted her on her solid sapphire eyes. He was smitten with her for sure.

“So... where are we going this time.” Speaking up amusingly after ashort silence in the night of Lumiose streets, dimmed laced street lamps hanging gracefully over their heads.

“If I told you.. that would ruin the surprise.” He spoke genuine and with no hint of giving anything away. She rolled her eyes, smiled up at him catching a glance of his cobalt eyes hoping to break him in telling her the truth.

They walk a few more blocks and turned into the central streets of Lumiose, heading towards to the more entertaining venues and cafes. She walked elegantly next to Augustine, no more proud than she was having a stunning beauty like her by his side, the young woman she was, fierce and heavenly all wrapped into one. He scanned the area, about a dozen other couples and groups all out to enjoy the evening, dinning, drinking enjoying people’s company all the same. He looked ahead to see if he could spot their destination before she could, swiftly breaking away from their moving cuddle; he moved behind her only to cover her eyes in the oldest couple tricks in the books.

“Augustine!” She laughed at his antics, he was surely full of surprising behaviour himself.

“Ssshhhh my dear! Are you ready for where our journey on foot ends from here?” He chuckled.

“What are you talking about..?” She trailed off slowly as he revealed a vintage looking building, an old theatre which was at its best, people bustling around the station as if just moments a production was about to start.

She gasped in amazement “Oh my this is so lovely!” She smiled adoringly at him.

“I thought you might like the opportunity to see a proper play in Lumiose, traditionally set that is.” He kissed her cheek, she couldn’t contain her excitement, he had never taken them to a play before, sure she had been to see various productions with friends and family, but never like this.

“I don’t know what the play is about, so I don’t know what’s it’s going to be like, I thought maybe we could experience something new together; oui?” He propped an arm round her once more to shield her through a small crown of people entering the building as they did.

“It’s perfect, I can’t remember the last time I went to see something new in the theatres.” She reminisced the last time her mother took her to see a play back on one of her birthdays, a mix between medieval situations and the modern life, she loved any kind of productions people created in theatre, they were all so entertaining and exciting, no matter what they were about. Admittedly Augustine looked pretty slick handing over pre-bought tickets to the old clerk at the ticket stand upon entering where they would be seated, the theatre was all red carpeted and regal looking, the seats as comfortable as they could be for a mass produced seating area.

“Here are our seats.” Serena examined the tickets Augustine had passed onto her in letting her lead him to where they would sit. Their seats rather central and not too far back or to the front where they wouldn’t be able to see clearly, many more people started to gather in the room now, lots of chatter before the show began. Augustine shedded his coat whilst taking Serenas and popped them over an empty seat where no one seemed to have claimed. “It’s getting rather busy, maybe this ones more popular than we thought.” She looked around surprised and leaned into Augustine as she relaxed more into the atmosphere. “I suspect it should be starting soon.” He hummed under his breath as he looked at the watch on his wrist. “People look like they are starting to settle down and I can see some of the actors peeking through the curtains.”he mentioned with amusement in his voice, Serena smirked and kissed him on the cheek, also whilst trying to look where he might of spotted the curious person through the red drapes before them.

The lights began to dim and Serena’s excitement seemed like it wasn’t contained, she couldn’t help the soft squeal escape her when people finally stopped the bustling and sat last minute before the stage turned bright and the actors emerged with dramatic purpose...

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The theatre ended with Augustine and Serena chattering happily with mirth after the production, left pleased smiles and memory on their features. Augustine’s arm once again guarding around Serena to try and shield her as best as he could from the harsh cold in the streets of Lumiose.

“I especially loved that part, I can’t believe their combination of modern art and vintage time worked so well.” Serena referring to the renaissance time the play was so clearly set in. The latter it was traditionally clever and entertaining.

“The random stories in itself, I had to say it was very well done for a combination of shirts that merged to one entire storyline was rather peculiar but great in its own right.” Augustine agreed hugging her to his side tighter. “Did you enjoy tonight?”

She looked up to him and smiled lovingly “I loved it, thankyou for the wonderful surprise my dear Augustine.” Emphasising the last bit in her sentence to heighten his ego.

“Nice to know I can please my lady like so.” He rolled his eyes and chuckled at her sly choice of words, they reached the door to the apartment building retreating up the stairs to the right floor. It had grown accustomed to Serena that staying the night with him after a lovely evening was just the right ending, the more cuddles the better, he does try his best after all.

Shedding their coats for the final time that day, he caught a glimpse of her in all her beauty, like he was basking in her sun rays even on the darkest of nights. She was stunning no doubt, by that certainly didn’t stop him from sneaking a few suggestive motions.

She was readjusting herself shedding her shoes and whilst bending over and getting back up in the process, arms snaked round her waist in an almost reassuring way that instantly made her relax into his touch, such heaven for him to touch the velvet of that dress again; the way it cling to her skin to her shape. She sighed as he just took a moment to run his hands along her sides, to then move to her arms, tracing bare skin. He rested his head onto her shoulder purposely breathing low breaths onto her neck but not quite engaging where his lips loved to lay. When he memorised enough of her skin he lay his hands to trace the tops of her thighs, the sudden movements were letting a string of notes play from her lips, quiet sighs and little sharp breaths, sensitive.

He turned her to face him and he cupped one hand to her cheek to bring her face closer to hers, sensually rubbing her body like a worship. He was gentle when he wanted to be, Serena knew him well, but there was something in tonight where she could see he didn’t want the fuss of desperation but only to caress the moment. “Mom amour.” He sighed cIosed eyes as he pressed a kiss close to her lips but not directly, it was a butterfly’s touch.

“Your a hopeless romantic Professor Augustine Sycamore.” She whispered back at him unable to contain the small giggle and wide smile as he smirked into cheek.

“Ma chère Serena, tu me fais les choses les plus merveilleuses...”

“I know.” she cupped both his cheeks in her hands to pull him a fraction apart so she could search his eyes, she found love and littlest bit of charm that could only resemble that he had only a vision for her alone. She smiled in earnest, and kissed him full on the lips, slow but chaste. His hands wondered lower to give a little squeeze, that was all it needed for them both to let loose a little bit, letting it turn to a full fledged make-out session.

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“How did I ever manage to get someone like you I will never know.” Augustine sighed laying in bed bare next to Serena who was equally as bare as he was; hugging his side laying her head to his chest. The time had flown by reaching well past midnight and Kalos’s couple lay basking in afterglow on one of their seemingly innocent date nights. He traced patterns on her back, which she quickly relaxed into, her hair that was once perfect now messy from the tugging and foreplay from the fooling around they did just moments ago.

“I agree, you are one lucky man..” she responded cheekily, she knew he could feel her smiling at her own comment, an opportunity she wouldn’t pass up on him.

He pinched her side. “I’ll pretend you meant that as a act of affection and not as harsh one would think!” He said lowly behind a tired chuckle. “My love, it would be as if you should think to know my place more with you.”

“Well of course, you mean like who’s boss? Who’s the dominant one in this relationship?” She challenged.

He grinned. “We know who that one is then.” Serena snorted and they both spoke at the same time next.

“Me”

Looking at each other he growled.

“Is that a challenge?”

“Try me.”

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2017 writing in review

all answers should be about work published in 2017

@nocontrolforlouis tagged me in this about my 2017 writing 💕 i added the title bc i like when posts have a title lmao purely aesthetic reasons anyway here we go list of works published this year:

on pins and needles

now that you’re here

resolutions

hot chocolate with a side of you

across mountains

glass slipper

when time froze

can’t pretend anymore

stargazing

bright eyes

still life

teasing

it escapes definition

below zero

icebergs in ireland

evergreen

work you are most proud of (and why):

i’m most proud of everything that came after glass slipper. those are all things i wrote after i finished writing my first book and, honestly, it felt like i turned the corner in my writing ability. there’s more depth and nuance and voice in those pieces than in my other pieces. if i had to pick one out of those specifically it would have to be still life. i was rereading it today in preparation to write a drabble and i was just amazed at how well it stands up and how much i still like it. that, alone with when time froze, are some of my favorite things i’ve written this year.

work you are least proud of (and why):

ugh don’t do this lmao. i’m going to go ahead and say my baby on pins and needles or glass slipper. with opan i got stuck into a certain way of writing and it reads back now as slightly juvenile. and glass slipper just feels very rushed. i should have taken more time and maybe written two more chapters instead of just the four.

a favorite excerpt of your writing:.

i shared some favorites earlier today so i’m gonna pick some other favorites lmao.

this part from chapter 1 of it escapes definition:

Frowning, Daphne stood only to fall back onto the chair due to her weak legs. The Man In Red walked forward and held a hand out to her. She took it because she knew she wouldn’t be able to walk without help after being attached to that chair for so long. When their hands met, an electric shock passed between them. Brown skin met tan skin with a red spark aligning them together. It was unlike anything Daphne had ever experienced. The spark left her open mouthed and blinking rapidly.

“Sorry,” His voice sounded robotic. “I’m still trying to figure the whole superhero thing out.”

He laughed and it hit Daphne straight in her chest. His laugh sounded familiar. It was the only thing that had passed his lips so far that didn’t sound mechanical. Daphne tilted her head and watched him, hoping that he would let his guard down. His vague features shifted from a smile to a straight face as he cleared his throat and held his hand out to Daphne again.

“I promise I won’t shock you again,” He tilted his head from side to side. “Actually, I can’t promise that but I need to get you to safety so can you please…”

He wiggled his fingers and Daphne took a deep breath before placing her hand in his. It was there before they even touched. The red spark moved back and forth between them until, finally, their hands touched. It made Daphne feel faint. She blamed it on the blood loss.

and this part from the teasing one shot

Or, continued. Clem couldn’t see the end of this relationship like she had with all the other relationships she’d been in. They’d all had a clear beginning and end dates. This thing with Liam? This thing that they’d been cultivating for years, that they treated like the precious gift it was…Clem grinned. She loved being with Liam. Loved it more than she loved reading the next installment of her favorite graphic novel about the group of magical girls that kicked ass and trailed glitter behind while they did it. Loved it more than she loved seeing the look on her parents’ faces when she surprised them with a visit. Loved it more than she loved the feeling of lying in her bed after a 12-hour shift.

In short: Clem loved Liam.

The notion hit her like a turtle shell in Mario Kart. She? Loved? Liam? His face flashed in her head as she welcomed a group of barely legal, giggly teenage girls into the store. The way his eyes crinkled when he laughed at one of her corny knock knock jokes. The way he could go from playful to sexy in a split second, that smile and crinkly eyed laughter traded in for full-on smolder and the smirk that never failed to make Clem need to change her panties. She thought of him that morning, as she was leaving for work shortly before noon when he sat at their tiny dinner table for two watching her get ready. The way his eyes seemed to light up from the inside out. She looked down to avoid eye contact with the customers as she grinned widely. Yeah. She loved him.

share or describe a favorite comment you received:

this one lmao just bc of how bold that anon was like reading when time froze at work??? with the door open??? i think about that ask a lot lmao

a time when writing was really, really hard:

there was a while there, intermittent months, where i just couldn’t muster the energy to sit up on the couch let alone pick up the computer and start writing anything. and then after i started working at the store and had less time to write that’s hard, as well, but in a different way.

a scene or character you wrote that surprised you:

rey from still life surprised me. so far, she’s the most like me and i didn’t set out to write her that way. she has so much sadness inside of her that i hinted at in the one shot but didn’t have space to add into the piece. a lot of the feelings i had while in college came out while i was writing it. also, kaia from when time froze and her outspoken self really surprised me as well.

how did you grow as a writer this year:

like i said before, i finished a book. i feel like that pushed me to my limits and seeing that i had space past my limits (if that makes sense) made me realize that i can do so much more than i know.

how do you hope to grow next year:

in original fiction, i want to finish two books i started writing late last year. in fic, i want to continue in the trajectory i’m currently on. i love everything that i’ve been producing. i think it’s good quality and if i can stay on that level, or rise above it, that’s good enough for me.

who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc):

it would definitely have to be @marisa-writes. she’s always there when i need some encouragement or an extra kick to get over my writing worries. i love her. also!! @janellewrites has been there for me in the form of messages about my writing and general writing talk. she’s amazing.

anything from your real life show up in your writing this year:

lmao what from my real life didn’t show up in my writing this year dang. family dynamics, relationship dynamics, locations, universities--so much from my real life makes it onto the page.

any new wisdom you can share with other writers:

nothing is ever as bad as you think it is. in writing or in life. cut yourself some slack and deadlines are made to be broken.

any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year

HRAU!!!!! i cannot wait to have more time to focus on the two mini fics in that series. y’all might not know this about me but i love a good historical romance novel and i can’t believe that it’s taken me this long to write a fic set in my favorite era to read about (regency england). 

tag three writers/artists whose answers you’d like to read

@marisa-writes @fromherlips @lifesbetterasamermaid

[whitewolfofwinterfell]

Stelena fanfiction recommendations

A list of fic recs has been requested a few times over at my sideblog (hellyeahstelena), so here it is. 

All stories are written in English. 

All stories are complete. 

Each story has the rating, word count, genre, summary and a little personal summary from myself. 

Most of them are years old and set during the early seasons, but unfortunately, there are very few Stelena fanfiction writers that are still writing. 

There are a lot of one-shots since there aren’t many long/multi-chapter stories out there that are actually complete.

I’d recommend checking out this post, which is probably the most comprehensible list of Stelena fic rec’s I’ve come across. I could’ve included a lot more fics on this list, but most of them are already listed on the above list, so go check it out. It includes some of the best Stelena fic’s/writers out there. 

A Dream and a Prayer - StelenaIsMySunshine

“Elena’s vivid hallucination/dream reveals the nature of her deepest desires… A bittersweet Stelena one shot.” 

Rating: M  ||  Words: 1,723 || Genre: Smut

Set around the time of 5x16 when Elena was infected with the Ripper virus and hallucinating. Mostly smut, and as the summary says, this is pretty bittersweet, meaning, there’s no happy ending to be found here. 

A Lazy Summer Day -  ariadne melody

“ “It wasn’t easy to get out of bed in the morning.” Stefan and Elena have some fun during the summer. Oneshot.” 

Rating: M || Words: 1,720 || Genre: Smut/Fluff

Just a simple fluffy one-shot of Stelena enjoying quality time together during the summer and getting caught up in their passion and love for one another.

A Place Called Home -  ariadne melody 

“ “He’s not you,” she whispered. ” 

Rating: M || Words: 2,524 || Genre: Angst/Smut

One-shot set sometime in late season 3 before 3x22. Elena is in bed with Damon but can’t sleep and soon finds herself in Stefan’s arms. Very angsty.

Autumn Leaves - chinocoop81

”Post 4x02, right after the memorial scene. “She had broken him with her lies, and he had broken her with his truths, and together they were just a pair of vampires wishing they could just go back.” One shot.”  

Rating: T ||  Words: 1,833 || Genre: Comfort

Pretty emotion-heavy one-shot whereby a vulnerable and sad Elena takes comfort from Stefan. Very sweet and romantic.

Bonded For Life -  ICURAQT2 

“Alt S4 cont’d unsired! Please review! Original premise: Here’s what might be happening in Mystic Falls post 409. Inspired by Stefan finding out about certain DE shenanigans and a vision of what it might be like when the sire bond can truly be broken…because I don’t think what Damon told Elena to do at the end of 409 truly did enough to break it.” 

Rating: T || Words: 190,102 || Genre: Angst

A multi-chapter story (39 chapters to be exact) which is an alternate take on season 4. A lot of angst and drama. Be warned, this ends on a cliffhanger.

Chances Are -  veraflynns

“AU spin of the end of 119. Stefan catches Elena trying to stab him with the vervain dart and makes it known he isn’t happy about it.” 

Rating: M || Words: 4,433 || Genre: Angst/Smut

An alternate take on the end scene of 1x19. After Elena tries to stab Stefan with the vervain dart, things get heated and one thing leads to another. Basically just shameless smut.

Hold My Hand - electricsymphony

“Perhaps our ingrained longing for love is really just human nature’s way of itching at the seams of its most profound evil to find someone in whom it can realize the truest embodiment of acceptance; a mesmerizing twisted fun-house mirror whose depravity reflects and echoes the darkest crevices of its own soul. AU post-3x22; dark & unconventional Stelena.” 

Rating: M || Words: 4,242 || Genre: Smut

This is an OOC AU where Stefan teaches a newly turned vampire Elena to feed. Has a very Datherine vibe. 

Holding On - C7

”Just one more Stefan and Elena one shot.”  

Rating: M || Words: 7,248 || Genre: Smut 

Set during the porch scene at the end of 4x04 where Elena returns home to Stefan after learning how to feed with Damon. A vulnerable and sad Elena leans on Stefan for comfort which inevitably turns into a passionate and steamy encounter. 

I’ll Be Home For Christmas - chinocoop81

“It’s Christmas, and Elena realizes where home has been all along. Stelena. Slight spoilers for 4x09. One shot.” 

Rating: T  ||  Words: 2,497 || Genre: Angst

Set immediately after 4x09, Elena realises she made a mistake and leaves Damon at the lakehouse to go and find Stefan to make things right. Starts out pretty angsty, but has a happy ending. 

Let The Right One In - Moonlit Tides

“With the recent discovery of the sire-bond and the revelation of the cure looming, Elena, Stefan and Damon are forced to question their relationships and are faced with their greatest challenge yet, as they embark on a journey that could potentially change their lives forever. Re-write for season 4, with focus on the triangle (Stelena endgame).”

Rating: M || Words: 249,888 || Genre: Angst/Smut/Everything

This is my story (I know I’m so narcissistic including my own on here, my bad) and the longest one I’ve ever wrote. It includes the full ensemble cast and really does have a bit of everything, but particularly lots of drama. Not one for those that are extremely anti-Delena since there’s focus on the triangle. Lots of Stelena angst (there’s even a mini AU sprinkled in there for that bit of fluff) and does contain smut.

Never Again - NeuroticFiction

“What I hope will happen during Stefan and Elena dancing in 4x19. Elena thought she had everything turned off for good, but are her feelings for Stefan stronger than no humanity? Stelena oneshot.” 

Rating: T || Words: 1,617 || Genre: Angst

Set in 4x19, Elena’s dance with Stefan leads to an awakening of her humanity. A short but satisfying take on something all Stelena shippers believe should’ve been canon. Angsty. 

Perfect Match - Vampire00Diaries

”Stefan and Elena are best friends in high school who are both secretly in love with each other. What happens when they have to pretend to be a couple? Will their romance rise, or will their friendship fall? AU fic. STELENA!” 

Rating: T || Words: 53,294 || Genre: AU

Very sweet story whereby Stefan and Elena have grown up together as best friends and slowly come to realise they’re in love. This is a great story if you want to just read about Stelena since 99% of it’s focus is on their relationship. Quite fluffy and romantic with occasional drama sprinkled in.

Snapshots of Me & You - HufflePuffPatronus

“A series of drabbles revolving around Stefan and Elena living the life that they deserve.” 

Rating: M || Words: 1302 || Genre: Fluff

This contains two drabbles focused on a future human Stelena. Short but sweet with lots of fluff. 

Tearing You Apart - electricsymphony

“Under the bright lights of the city of sin, thoughts get muddled, actions are severely impaired and inhibitions are reduced to nothing more than beads of sweat trickling down your body. And sometimes, the heat of bodies pressed together can surface past reflections and bring about surprising new revelations. A short little smutty Stelena ficlet.”  

  Rating: M || Words: 959 || Genre: Smut

A smutty one-shot involving masturbation. There’s no plot, but as the author makes a good point of, this fandom could always use a little more of this.

These Mornings - stelena-diaries

“To Elena, these mornings were perfect. STELENA.” 

Rating: T  ||  Words: 867 || Genre: Fluff

An adorable drabble that showcases a very happy and in love Stelena. Basically just pure and utter fluff.

WRITERS

BePassionate024 - Has a tonne of Stelena stories of all kinds and although, there are occasionally spelling/grammar mistakes within her writing, she is very creative with her ideas/stories and great at capturing the essence of Stelena. 

Future Memory - One of my favourite Stelena writers. I’d reccommend all of her stories, but particularly her more recent ones as her writing has improved vastly from her first stories.

zalrb - Her writing style is fantastic and I’d recommend reading any/all of her fanfictions. Most of them do contain smut, so a warning for those of you that don’t like it. You can also find her FF account here, but she primarily shares her stories on her Tumblr blog.

And on a final note, you can find all of my Stelena one-shots here, and if you have any Stelena fic requests feel free to send them my way and I’d be more than happy to write them for you.

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Mini-fic rec list for James/Thomas and James/Thomas/Miranda, as there have been a few people looking for recs recently! This is by no means an extensive list in any way, shape, or form - god, there is so much goddamn fantastic fic out there, thank you to Black Sails for drawing in such a talented fandom - the following is just a small taste. Positively, there are some underrated gems linked here that deserve some more love. (I always feel bad about rec lists, because I know I’ve inevitably lost track and missed a lot of great fics/stupidly talented authors, so I want to emphasize again, this is by no means extensive.) Most of these are newer fics from the last few months, but there are some older fics recommended, too. I’m furiously kicking myself re: how many drabbles/short fics and drabbles/short fics from authors that just post on Tumblr have disappeared into the horrifying void that is my Tumblr Likes list, I was an absolute idiot for not keeping track of them separately. The following is pretty much just from AO3, as bookmarks made it easier to keep track of everything. (Sub-categories for one’s Likes outside of tags wouldn’t go astray, Tumblr, just sayin’. ie. categories for fic, meta, soul destroying gifs, etc.) ETA: My bookmarks on AO3 also have newer recs, which I’m hoping to come back and add.

James/Thomas:

Long & Lost & Found - jamesvflint

(Post-finale.)

For whither thou goest, I will go -  OrangeLady

When Thomas is set free from Bedlam, he knows he has to see New Providence, the place that stole so much from him: his lovers, his family and his life.

wooden tides to run -  AstronautSquid

James was almost certain he had walked more miles on wooden planks than on solid ground in his life.

Fascination -  AstronautSquid

“Pirates,” was all James rasped above him.

“A general history thereof,” Thomas agreed. “Detailing the most fearsome scoundrels to ever plague the high seas. Though I have to say, this likeness doesn’t quite do you justice. Your moustache is not as ridiculously curly as that.”

Imitation -   AstronautSquid

In battle he was clear-headed and footsure.

Faced with Thomas' request for a taste of Flint, James felt anything but.

Eye of the Beholder -  Palebluedot

“Open your eyes for me, love,” Thomas reminds him, voice husky, and when he does, the first thing he sees is Thomas's reflected grin, hungry as the gaze that caresses every inch of skin from James's parted, panting lips down to his flushed and leaking cock. “Just look at you,” he sighs in James's ear before he trails imprecise, open-mouthed kisses back down to James's throat. Author’s Note: ((alternatively, that time bean was like "so what if they fucked in front of a mirror" and I was like "shit what if they DID"))

Reorienting -  Palebluedot

Thomas grabs ahold of his holy apparition with both hands and keeps him there, draws him nearer. Let them hold each other until they both bruise, he thinks fiercely, for tenderness needn't always step light. Love owes them kind wounds.

Unaccommodated Man -  kvikindi

It is at this point that, for the first time, Thomas Hamilton begins to consider that he has gone mad. 

The Peaceable Kingdom -  kvikindi

William Manderly visits the plantation, some six years after the events of Unaccommodated Man.

Congress -  kvikindi

James and Thomas put the "fuck" in "fucked-up."

The Cup of Their Deserving (the wages of their virtue) -  DreamingPagan

Madi decides not to be sent away after her rescue. When she returns to Skeleton Island, she finds a betrayal in progress and takes steps to save her friend and put her people's choice regarding the war back in their hands.

Full of Grace -  DreamingPagan

Alfred orders both Thomas and James to be taken to Bedlam. Miranda is left to rescue them with the aid of Admiral Hennessey.

name one hero who was happy -  mapped

Lying in bed together, James and Thomas talk about the Iliad. (Thomas is practically ready to write Achilles/Patroclus fanfiction.)

Crescent Moon -  sebastianL (felix_atticus)

One shot of the months following the finale, with a focus on a certain tattoo.

Bent -  azarias

In a warm room in London, James tells Thomas about the events on the Exeter.

Thomas applies what he learns. (Established relationship, consensual kink.)

katabasis -  csoru

Flint discovers Thomas is a passenger aboard the Maria Aleyne alongside his father, and events proceed from there.

With Sweet, Reluctant, Amorous Delay -  Magnetism_bind

For the Flinthamilton prompt: "There's no way you're getting me in /that/"

Thomas takes James to a costume party.

The Loaning of Books Between Friends -  Magnetism_bind

Thomas loans books to James in an attempt to get to know his new liaison better.

The Fields of Elysium -  Fyre

A man who has been through bitter experiences and travelled far enjoys even his sufferings after a time. - The Odyssey.

The Pirate -  x_art

(Modern AU)  What if Pickram got there first?

The Sundering Sea -  x_art

Stepping into the foamy surf, gasping at the force of it, the surprise of it—it had been breathtaking. Thomas had been that for him, his boundless sea, and he wasn’t ashamed.

Folly -  x_art

It wasn’t too late to nip this in the bud. He could do it because he’d done it before, because his heart was always subservient to his head. Always.

Thomas the Mariner -  shirogiku

Thomas' voyage home takes slightly less than ten years, but not for the lack of misadventures.

a word like tiger -  bellis

A few months after Charlestown, Flint finds out that Thomas is alive. This is, by all accounts, terrible timing.

Lord Captain -  Apetslife

“Once a year, I send a letter to My Lord father, accounting for every penny of commerce I have cost the colony of the Bahamas, and every lover I have taken in that time. So far, he has failed to send a reply. An oversight, I’m sure.” (Pirate Captain Thomas Hamilton).

Sea Salt and Lavender -  moonflowers

James hadn't heard the song, nor spared it a thought, for years. He'd had no need of it. But her singing grounded him, reminded him that he'd had a home once, before everything, where his grandmother had sung those same words as she rolled out pastry, where he'd played as a boy, and dreamt of sailing away through those harbour walls and making something of himself. It came as a surprise to uncover something of James McGraw from so long ago, and to find it still intact.

James/Miranda/Thomas:

You Can’t Handle The Truth -   Wind_Ryder

Now, all of England and beyond were discussing how an MP of Thomas' reputation was actually gay, that a Naval Officer with James' CV was a home wrecker, and how Miranda was either the victim of her husband's deviations, or a slut begging for more. Modern AU: In which Thomas, Miranda, and James are outed to the press. 

a more rational burning -  sea_changed (foxlives)

She had understood this as her role from the beginning, the head to Thomas's heart and James's hands.

and into what it will be changed -  sea_changed (foxlives)

His own heart, so often obscure to him, has become clear. (Tag notes: Political philosophy, art, naval policy, mostly threesomes.)

to ithaca -  sea_changed (foxlives)

Miranda finds him first.

A Savor of the Heart -  drivingsideways

In some cultures, speaking the name of the dead is taboo.

Apprehension -  orienter (orientinme)

For a year, Miranda watches them with fear. Until the day she understands why they feel none.

The Art of Asymmetry -  AstronautSquid

Her sketches of people tended to veer into caricature with their lively emphasis of all things out of the ordinary - a large nose, a double chin, a foppish gesture -, and had thus quickly been ruled unfit for display among polite company.

Thomas encouraged her to keep a rotating selection framed on a dresser in the chamber connecting their rooms.

It was a week into their affair that Miranda first sketched James.

No Part Behind -  atrata

James thinks of Thomas.

A Knock Upon the Moonlit Door -  FeoplePeel

A werewolf, a fairy, a witch, and a vampire walk onto a magical island and--no wait. Once upon a time, there was a Knocker who betrayed his friend and spent over a century in a Sidhe prison until he met a handsome werewolf and--hang on a minute.

There are stories that reach even the Sidhe's side of the Veil, of Nassau and its healing shores. But what use could the ghosts of giants, and vampires, and all of those who will never meet death find for a fountain of life? The obvious answer is: keep it away from everyone else.

Or: The story of how John Silver joined Flint's very non-traditional pack.

Miranda/Thomas:

May it happen to me (all) -  drivingsideways

In the summer of 1695, Miranda Barlow meets Lord Thomas Hamilton.

James/Miranda:

whalebone, rigged to stem the floods -  AstronautSquid + James/Thomas pining.

James had learnt how to unlace a woman's stays, and how to help put them back on.

The fine material of the cords had snagged on his callouses, but they were after all just delicate ropes, and ropes he knew. The knots came together between his fingers under Miranda's direction and adjusting the tension of the laces running through the eyelets felt surprisingly familiar, the same way he could almost feel in his own body the tension of a ship's rigging.

It was the first time during their affair that James had felt truly in control of the situation at hand.

James/Thomas & James/John:

The Far Waste of the Waters -  More_night

James McGraw removes Skeleton Island from his mind.

James/Thomas, John/Madi, & James/Thomas/John/Madi:

Epic of Gilgamesh -  Wind_Ryder

“I thought it was trite.”

Thomas blinks. Once. Twice. He looks up and meets John’s eyes. Challenging and cool. “You thought...the Epic of Gilgamesh... was...was trite?”

The Canterbury Tales -  Wind_Ryder

Pirates. Attacking Georgia. A part of Thomas wants to believe that there's nothing at all relating the events outside to the events in his personal life.

But when he turns around and sees John Silver slipping in through the backdoor, he very much doubts that's the case. "Tea?" Thomas asks blandly, throwing the latch and shutting his blinds like a good Puritan man.

[sprinkleofhappinessuniverse]

Future Writings

List all the things you’re currently working on in as much or little detail as you’d like, then tag some friends to see what they’re working on: writing, art, gifsets, whatever.

I was tagged by the lovely @just-some-drabbles, thank you lovely! 💙 I'm also working on both Bucky Barnes and Superntaural fics so I've organised the two in two sections. If you are interested and want to be tagged for any of these then please let me know! 

Bucky Barnes 

I'm With Cupid -  Bucky x Reader. I've been asked if I'm still writing this and yes I am. I took a mini hiatus from it but I deifniley want to wrap it up. 

Bets Are A Dish Best Served Cold - only posted one part so far, this is a mini series to try and give me motivation to write and I'm pretty excited to be writing this! 

The Way We Were - Bucky x Reader - Shoutout to @poe-also-bucky for helping me out with a small idea within this fic! In this fic the reader and Bucky were bets friends however after a heated argument they fell out and haven't spoken to each other since. It's been quite some time now but the reader finds a package deleivered to her workplace. Inside is a mixtape. On the mixtape there are ten songs each correlating with a different point in Bucky and the reader's friendship. The mixtape is basically Bucky trying to say sorry to the reader and In Between The sings he's recorded himself saying a little message. Each chapter of this fic will correlate with a specific song and each song will correlate with a specific memory. - I'm still figuring out some details but I'm hoping to have this done soon! 

Between Sugar and Roses - Bucky x Reader - you work at a Flower Shop with your best friend Wanda and find yourself crushing hard on the cute bakery boy that comes in every day to deliver your lunch. 

Supernatural 

Dean x Reader

untitled - this one is gonna be a bit cracky and meta. This one is loosely inspired by the SPN episode PAC-Man Fever. After the reader gets hit by the Djinn, Dean finds himself using the African dream root once again to get himself inside her head and to help rescue her. The reader however likes to bury their feelings so they find themselves going through a series of strange events to try and wake up. 

My Roomates A Superhero! - modern AU - you find yourself moving to Lawrence to be closer to your best friend Charlie (and fighting partner). After reading his ad you become Dean Winchester’s roommate. Depots both being cocky and snarky the two of you hit it off and become fast friends, and of course in traditional fashion you develop feelings for him. But here's the catch, in secret and on the downlow, you're a crime fighting vigilante with a. Secret identity. Unbeknownst to you, so is Dean and he works for your rival organisation. Will the two of you be able to have a relationship without revealing your secret identities? - I'm pretty excited for this one guys ngl! 

Time For A Reunion! - A suspected demon attack brings you to small town you attended school at, you were only there for a short period however your made an impact and you nite it down as one of the worst experiences of your life. In order to take down whatever's killing people in this town you find yourself going undercover at the school reunion, with Dean Pretending to be your boyfriend. 

Sam x Eileen 

Love Notes and Coffee Cups - the classic coffee shop AU - Sam starts going to a new coffee shop and may or may not have a crush on the super cute barista who works there. He soon finds himself exchanging messages with her on through coffee cups and paper napkins. 

Dean x Cas 

In Between The Lines - Dean Winchester is a grumpy mechanic and finds himself continuously crossing paths with shy bookshop owner!Cas. From there continuous meetings a friendship blooms. 

Untitled - The five times Dean doesn't tell Cas he loves him and the one time he does. - do not be fooled by the summary, this one is super angsty and m writing this one to the song Make You Feel My Love by Adele and I keep crying 😂 (Here's a lil spoiler is based on the season finale) 

Untitled - Working on this one with @illbeyourgentlemanstory. Dean is baby faced and fresh out of high school, soon to be turning 19 he finds himself crushing on Cas the older college kid, whose intelligent, witty but just won't take to Dean’s endless flirting. (For this fic I've been writing Cas as Endverse!Cas) 

The Perfect Shot - a fic loosely based on the movie Playing For Keeps. Dean Winchetser is a washed up soccer star who after an acccident just wants to spend more time with his 8 year old son Ben. He finds himself becoming the coach of Ben’s soccer team and of course he's caught the attention of all the single mothers (and fathers). However Dean finds an unlikely friendship with single Dad Cas whose reserved and seems to be running himself into the ground trying to make ends meet and battling demons of his own and fighting  for full custody of his daughter. 

Untitled - another Fic both me and @illbeyourgentlemanstory are working on. This series will be a series of drabbles and fics that follow Dean and Cas’ adventure into fatherhood. We see them babysit, try for adoption and actually looking after their child. 

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