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sometimes-love-is-enough · 2 years ago

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Fanfic asks: 1, 2, 3 (does it help you to share ideas?), 34, 43, 50, 76, 78, 79 and 80 (How do you deal with writer’s block?)

I’ve been kinda feeling…creatively constipated, is as best as I can describe it. Ideas and worlds in my head but they stay locked up without a key to free them. So I guess I wanted to pick someone’s brain, writer to writer, see if there’s anything I can try to get myself inspired again. I hope that’s not weird.

1. Do you daydream a lot before you write, or go for it as soon as the ideas strike?

For the most part, I force myself to daydream a lot before I sit down to start writing, because otherwise there's the very real chance I'll sit down and get 3k into it and realize, 'oh. there's not very much meat on this one at all. I don't want to finish it anymore.' There's something to be said for the concept of 'Writing For The Sake Of Writing', but a lot of the time getting a decent length into something and just, not having the ideas or drive to finish it.. it kind of sucks.

2. Where do you get your fic ideas?

All sorts of places, although I tend to draw a lot from real-life experiences and things I'm currently learning about/interested in (e.g. philosophy chapters of Pick A Side, chessboxing), as well as various types of mythologies and lore (Eucat, Melliferous).

3. Do you share your fic ideas, or do you keep them to yourself?

I'm the sort of person who hoards the fine details of my WIPs very close to my chest until I'm absolutely sure that I'm going to stick to writing the whole damn thing. I'm not great at sharing. But also I really enjoy sharing out of context little bits and pieces as I go, and constantly want to talk about the things I write - I'm a contradiction of a person.

34. How much of your personal life/experience do you include in your fics?

Well, when I was 17, I died, went to bee hell, and had to wait for the combined-yet-separate fractals of my personality to come bail me out I don't include an overwhelming amount, I don't think, but sometimes real life is the best source for an interesting story. It gives it a bit of spice and depth. For example, the thing in Syzygy with Thomas blaming his creaky apartment on an 'apartment ghost' and constantly talking to it because he's lonely is something that I do in fact do in real life.

43. Is there a trope or idea that you’d really like to write but haven’t yet?

Yeah, I want to do a thorough deconstruction of a soulmate AU. And/or the hanahaki trope, because neither of those are something that I'm entirely fond of. I'm not sure if this is the right fandom to do it in or not, but I have a feeling I'll end up writing it eventually.

50. How would you describe your writing style?

Absurdist realism and/or magical surrealism.

76. How do you deal with writing pressure, whether internal or external?

Internal pressure is a sign I need to take a break and do something else for a bit, or stop taking myself so seriously. External pressure is a sign that I either need to block a rude commenter, or gently remind people that I'm a human being and I do this for fun.

78. What motivates you during the writing process?

Knowing that at the end of it all, I'll have a finished product that a) I will be proud of in some respect b) that other people will enjoy and c) (hopefully) scream at me in fury about. Getting to that end point where I can actually hit the post button and see something that I made show up in the tags is just the best feeling in the world.

79. Do you have any writing advice you want to share?

Be joyful with it. Writing is a game you're playing with yourself, so play. I recognize that this isn't the most helpful and specific of advice, but I can't stress enough how much you should experiment with stylisms and point-of-view and unreliable narrators and all the rest of it! Pastiche someone else's style! Write in reverse chronological order! Give yourself restrictions and take away your pre-existing restrictions, and BREAK THE RULES.

80. How do you deal with writer’s block?

Writer's block (for me, at least) is my brain telling me that it doesn't want to work anymore. It's had enough. It doesn't want me to work! Which is the point where I close the document, and go do something else that my brain does want to do. Sometimes that's going for a walk or making myself a fancy drink or snack, sometimes it's lying in bed and watching Youtube for ages, and sometimes my brain is just screaming and sobbing and kicking and doesn't want to do anything at all, in which case I just have to gently sit with it and wait for it all to be over. Either way, I'll get back to writing when I get back to it - either whatever WIP I was working on at the time, or something new that I'll enjoy writing. Forcing myself to write when I'm not on an actual deadline or timecrunch never works out well for me, so I try to be very gentle about it.

And I hope you get past that brainblock eventually. I've been there too, and it's the worst place to be in. Hopefully you find that idea or project that makes your brain start singing again soon! I wish you luck, and hope this helps.

#fanfic ask meme #long post #asks

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ivegottale · 2 years ago

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TRANS-GENDER......

I'm sorry but us women have worked very hard to get to the place we are today. In the work place, to elections, to sports. Just doesn't seem very balanced today. Did anyone ask us women for our opinion thee invasion to public restrooms, locker rooms or body mutilation to the under developed brain of a child. That's a women's job. Is to Bare & raise the children. Here are my thoughts on the subject.

1) Sports: Men are stronger than women. Not only do men have more muscle mass but we are designed different than men. Bone density is different. Men think more by logic. Where women are more on feelings.

2) We are throwing modesty right out the window. We already have a problem with girls acting like pigs. A term we used to describe some men who have behaved like pigs. Opportunity low hanging fruit women are giving the rest of the team a bad reputation. All around the world an American women is the least desirable female to wife amongst internationals. No man wants a women that has been around the block a few times or has no moral compass. There's an old saying; "Men undress you with their eyes." Seems to me, society just wants us undressed.

3) The fracturing of the English language. We already pronounce vase & harassment incorrectly. I'm not willing to change the way I was taught to speak for anybody. (It's 'hair-es-ment" not 'har-rass-ment. ). I'm not willing to entertain a person's delusion by going along with it. I have a saying I made up a longtime ago when I was dating a habitual liar. "If it's snowing outside and you come to my door selling ice. Doesn't mean I gooda buy it.". I'm not changing my pronouns for the sake of someone's BPD. (borderline personal disorder)

4) Mutilation of an under aged adult or child. If one can't smoke, drink, vote or get a tatoo before their 18 or 21. They certainty can not make an irreversible decision like this. The doctors that perform these procedures should be stripped of their licenses. a) It's a very dangerous surgery. b) It leaves a very bad scar. c) Why are we so determined to push these bata blocker medications into our children. We are still fighting ritalin from being used. I think it's just another way to get these pharmaceutical companies to get rich quick by prescribing something that would be taken for life from the time they are an adolescent or since abortion is off the table. They need to compensate somewhere else to maintain their lifestyle. So they came up with this brilliant idea.

4) Transgender doesn't exist. There are men and there are women. We think differently, feel differently, and react differently. Our genes determine that with a XY or a XX. Just because one saids it enough or long enough doesn't make it true. Hollywood has been paying male actors to put on a dress on film for years. A very prominent actor have been offered as much as $50 million dollars to perform this humiliation. I guess the elite know the U. S. is in a real financial crisis right now and trying to figure out how to hang onto their cash but not at the expense of their entertainment game they play with us "ordinaries" without digging into their pockets anymore.

If we keep pushing this issue. It's going to get a lot of people killed or get off scott free for murder. Murders won't need to hide the bodies anymore. All they have to do is cross dress the person and call it self-defence.

(one of my other little sayings)

"The kidnapper or rapist doesn't get you in the back of their van because they were mean."

Think we all need a course in "Charm School" and stop devaluing women.

This sounds more like, a war against evil and Gods design.

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harritudur · 5 years ago

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Le Bazar de la Charité + modern!AU, Adrienne de Lenverpré et Célestin Hennion

La facilité avec laquelle elle pu craquer l’ordinateur de son mari la déconcerta. Puis Adrienne compris : Marc-Antoine était tellement sûre de son emprise sur elle et de l'effroi qu’il créait, que jamais au-grand-jamais elle n’oserait faire quoi que ce soit à son encontre. L’ordure ! pensa-t-elle. Ces yeux verts parcoururent les mails, les dossiers, les photos et s’arrêtèrent sur un fichier .txt bien trop lourd pour être honnête. Elle l’ouvrit et ne vit qu’un texte indéchiffrable, sans logique ni sens -du moins pour elle. Adrienne fit une copie dans son téléphone et l’envoya au seul contact qui lui vint à l’esprit. Le message expédié, elle l’appela aussitôt. Répondez. Répondez... allez, répondez ! “Hennion. Laissez un message.” *bip* Merde ! Adrienne appela alors directement le standard de la PJ de Paris pour demander à parler à l’officier, et tomba sur une jeune recrue un brin embarrassée. “Ah, désolée Madame. Le -le directeur Hennion est indisponible, mais je---” “Indisponible ? Ecoutez, ce que j’ai à lui dire est de la plus haute importance ! Où est-il ?!” “Il, euh, il a été placé en garde à vue ce matin Madame.” Non. Adrienne raccrocha immédiatement.

#did i download MUNCH and ENGRENAGES only to have some content with stéph & audrey #and only to make modern-AU adrienne x célestin ??????#OF COURSE I DID *YOLO*#le bazar de la charité #adrienne x célestin #i just love middle-aged ships where both endured a life before meeting the right person #yes this ship is consuming me #(( feel free to block me b/c i can't stop #won't stop ))#modern ac

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warmblanketwhump · 3 years ago

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hi, if it isn't too much to ask could you please please write pt 2 to that one forehead kisses imagine with A, B, and C in the forest (sorry it's not letting me attach the link), it's soooo good!! thank you and feel free to ignore this if you're too busy / prefer not to

believe it or not, I had actually started writing this THE DAY you sent this, so I think it was meant to be!

because I myself desperately need more comfort in my life and need to read about characters getting rescued, y’all are getting a part two to this ---------------------------

they say the darkest part of the night is before the dawn - and never did that feel more true to A than huddled by the base of a tree next to burnt out embers that sputter in the icy rain. When C had left, it had been bitterly cold, but at least it had been dry. But just a hour later, the cold rain began coming down in sheets. A couldn’t leave to find better shelter - after all, C was coming back to them.

So there they lie, shivering as the bitter wind blows and the icy rain falls. They’re curled over B’s feverish body to block the brunt of the rain, hoping against hope that C will be strong enough to make it back again. And with a thought that they’ll feel guilty about long afterwards, A’s glad that they can hold B’s fever-warm body close to their own for even the smallest bit of heat.

B moans softly in A's arms and curls closer into them, wracked by weak, pitiful coughing that makes A feels like the life is being squeezed out of them. A's already shed their own cloak to wrap around them and given them their sweater and the single blanket, but the shivers still ripple through B's small body. If A has to take the shirt off their back during this cold, wet, miserable night for B to survive, they'll do it without a second thought.

"Come on, now," A whispers, voice thick with unshed tears as they tighten their grip. "Don't give up on me just yet. Home, remember?" They trace shaky, mud-covered fingers through B's matted hair before cradling their fevered head closer, and B's hands tighten on A's shirt, then slip to press flat against A's chest.

"Still....'live...." they mumble, keeping their hand over the constant rhythm of A's heartbeat.

And it's those words that pull the first sob from A's throat, which cascades one into another, and turns to uncontrollable weeping that they've been trying to hold back for days. The tears roll down their cheeks, soaking into B’s hair and mixing in with the rain, and A grips B tighter to themselves as if B alone is the anchor keeping them from dissolving off the face of the earth.

They're cold and exhausted and starving and scared and they just don't have anything to give anymore. They just want to go home. And yet the impossible is being asked of them. Keep B alive.

They’re not sure how long they weep, but eventually their sobs slow. B's slipped back into a feverish sleep, hand now limp on their chest. What do they do now? Sleep feels dangerous. The cold even more so. They need to get warmed up….they need…

But A just can't keep their eyes open any more, can't fight the tug of blessed darkness in the corners of their vision. The cold is slipping away now, blooming into a warmth in their fingers and toes.

I'll just close my eyes for a few minutes. Then I'll get up and try to stoke the fire back up. Besides, B’s warm. Just a few minutes...so tired…

They don't know how long they're unconscious. They're only aware of hands roughly shaking their shoulders, of soft lantern light casting a glow over their makeshift campsite, of B being pulled from their arms and being too weak to stop it. A tries to cry out, to pull their anchor back, but their throat is rough sandpaper, and their bones are heavy with sleep and cold.

And without the warmth of B's fevered body pressed against them, they realize just how dangerously cold they are from sleeping outside all night, unsheltered from the rain. In the gray, milky dawn, a blurry rescuer props them up and wraps a thick, warm blanket around their body, but they’re too frozen to express any proper amount of gratitude.

C's at their side - C? How'd they get here? - and their eyebrows are furrowed, shaking hands resting on A’s shoulders, then pulling A into a bone-crushing hug. "Hey. I'm here. I told you I'd be back. We’re saved." A wants to say something, to thank them, to reassure them that they'll be fine, but they're just too cold and tired to form the words before they collapse, boneless, into C’s arms.

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If A had been fully conscious, they'd see the small band of rescuers wrapping them in blankets, carrying them through the woods until they arrive back at their home village. They would feel themselves being rushed into the small cabin, their bone-chilled body being wrapped in warm blankets in front of a roaring fire, held close in C's arms, then eased into a warm bath to get scrubbed clean and thawed out. But they’re in and out for the whole ordeal, slipping in and out of the fibrous threads of consciousness as they’re hauled back from the brink.

When A comes back, they're aware of feeling clean for the first time in months. They're aware of being...comfortable for the first time in months. The bed is soft. The blankets are warm. Their clothes are clean. Is this heaven?

Blinking slowly, the fuzzy details of the familiar room come into focus. A looks at their hand, and all the dirt's been scrubbed away, their nails trimmed and filed. They blink once, twice, and realize they're tucked away in their own bed, two familiar patchwork quilts piled on top of them. They’re home.

The fire in the hearth is blazing brightly, casting flickering shadows across the walls and illuminating their familiar home - the ultimate picture of warmth, comfort, the image that's been driving them and giving them something to hope for. But the heat doesn't quite reach the deep, trembling cold that lingers in their bones. Tugging the quilts to their chin, A wonders if they could manage to move closer to the fire.

"Hey there, stranger. Thought you were giving up on me." C’s seated at their bedside, a small smile on their tired face. They're clean too, with a bandage wrapped around their hand and their arm in a sling, their free hand holding a small wooden bowl that's wafting steam.

"Not...gettin' rid of me that easy," A mumbles, closing their eyes again. God, they're so cold. Even covered in warm blankets, they're shivering, and the unwelcome prickle of goosebumps dances across their cold, clammy skin.

Cold. Cold night. Dying fire. B. Their eyes fly open and they jerk up, noticing B’s empty bed on the other side of the room. They’re not there. B’s gone. B’s not here. Where are they - they’re barely able to tamp down their panic as they try to push themselves up on shaky arms. "Where....Where's B? B? Where are they-"

"Hey, hey now." C is up in a flash, bracing A's shoulders gently with one arm and forcing them to look them in the eye. "Take a breath. They're here. Look.”

A summons all their strength to look beside them, where C is pointing. There in bed next to them, with covers pulled up to their chin and fist curled into the blankets, fast asleep save for a small, intermittent cough, is B. Alive. Home. They’d done it.

C smiles tiredly. "It was easier to look after you these last few days by having you both in one place. Except you both kept trying to hold hands, which made medicine time interesting.”

Even now, A reaches out to B to lay a trembling hand on their forehead, in wonder at the easy, slightly shallow breaths they're taking, at how the half-dead pallor of their face has cleared, and the color's coming back to their cheeks. “How are they really?”

C shrugs. “This stubborn fighter? We think they’re gonna be okay. They’ve still got a nasty cough, and their lungs are pretty weak. But they’re through the worst of it.”

C rises to their feet and moves around the bed, laying their good hand over B’s forehead, then gently feeling their lymph nodes in their neck. “Fever’s been gone for a few hours now. The healer's come by with medicine, too. But they said it could've been much worse if not for...”

There's a deeper layer of meaning in C's words, but A's tired brain is unsure what to make of it. “…Meaning?”

C turns to A, eyes shining with some untraceable emotion. “You’d taken off all your warm stuff and wrapped B up in it. They were hardly wet at all. And it probably saved their life.”

A memory flashes back in their mind - pulling the sweater from their body, wrapping B in a cloak, wincing as the freezing rain drove into their skin like tiny knives. They were barely awake then, but the instinct to sacrifice for B had been second nature.

As if in response, B coughs, deeper this time, and even though they're still asleep, they stretch their hand out toward A, and A takes it in theirs, grateful that somehow, everyone is alright. They're home.

"So why do I still feel so awful?" They hadn't realized they'd been unconscious for so long. And despite not being as ill as B was at the beginning, they’re so chilled and weak and achy that something must be wrong.

"You? It's a whole mess of things. You were nearly blue when we found you, and it took you two days to get your body temperature back to normal.” They come around to A’s side of the bed and lay a hand on their head, and A leans into the blessedly warm touch on their still-cool skin. “Hypothermia, shock, exhaustion, weeks of trying to function on no sleep and barely anything to eat.”

C vacantly stares into the flickering fire, like their mind is seeing another scene entirely. “The stress of it all pushed you into survival mode. So now that you’re resting, survival mode is off. And you feel terrible.”

"And you?" A whispers. "How are you?"

C laughs, but there's no humor in it. "Me? I’m fine. Just trying to comprehend that I left you there and almost lost you both in one night. If only I'd known it would rain…if I’d been an hour later..."

"But you weren't." It takes monumental strength, but they creep their cold fingers out to the edge of the blanket and limply grab at C's hand with their icy one. "You weren't. You got there. You got us home. We're all okay."

C squeezes it back, wrapping their hand around A’s to rub some warmth into it, then tucks A back under the blankets. "We'll be okay."

A chill floods A’s body, like cold water’s slowly being poured over them even though they’re tucked under warm blankets. The shudder is small, but C still sees, and the worry flashes in their eyes. “You feeling okay?"

A closes their eyes and hugs themselves under the blankets, weakly rubbing their arms. “Cold. So, so cold. I still feel the rain all over me.” Another violent shudder rattles their teeth, and they curl into a tight ball. “I can’t get warm.”

A wistful look crosses C’s face, and they go to retrieve a blanket laying on the hearth that’s been warmed by the fire. A’s hopeful eyes track with the layer.

“Here. This’ll take the chill off.” They pull back enough of the layers to sneak the warm blanket closest to A’s body. A greedily gathers the soft material in their hands and tugs it tightly against them, feeling the heat soak into their chilled bones. After days in the forest, they’re finally warm.

A nods towards the kitchen. “There’s some porridge on the stove if you’re hungry. People have been bringing by food all week, and it’ll be good to get something warm in you to help get your strength back.”

A nods - it’s been so long since they last had a hot meal, but they’re not sure what their stomach can handle. C returns with a twin bowl to theirs and props A up, careful to not let the blankets slip from their shoulders, then eases a few spoonfuls through their lips. It tastes like cinnamon and molasses and nuts, and some other spice they can’t identify - but it tastes good, and A wishes they could manage more than a few bites.

They nod once signifying when they’re done, and C helps ease them back down and retucks the blankets. “Let me know when you want more. Rest for as long as you need. We've all earned it."

As A drifts off, they're nearly overwhelmed with gratitude once more, for all the things they had once taken for granted. Food. Shelter. Warmth. People they love. It's all here - these things they thought they'd lose forever.

And rest, they do. And then, they begin the long journey of recovery.

#FINALLY #cold whump #environmental whump #caretaking #hurt comfort #soft thoughts #my writing #so basically this turned into a monstrosity #and i maayyyyy have a part three continuing the recovery arc #if i can get my plot threads to cooperate #but i didn't want to keep people waiting even longer #while i work things all out #so here you go!!!!

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unsettledink · 3 years ago

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I am just.

I am very cranky about tags right now so there is just a bunch of ranting about the new tag limit under the cut. Feel free to completely ignore my meltdown. I'll get over it eventually.

I went to go update my tags now that we've hit the sex for real, because I didn't want to falsely lure people in with all these smut tags when there was not even a one kiss yet, and wouldn't be for about 200k. But hey, I'd like current readers to have a better idea what they're getting into!

I took my original list of tags (around 150ish) and worked to whittle it down – I lost some of my favorite tags in the process, but I tried to focus on things that either

a) are a huge component of the story in a way that's non specific and pervasive

b) are a large part of the fic but restricted to one area

c) something I personally would want to search for or avoid and that happens in more than one chapter

And then I went back through and removed things that were more specific under a larger umbrella. No, I probably don't need five different tags when I can just put come play, but it still hurts because I'll be honest, I have searched specifically for each of those tags and had to resort to the umbrella tag, full of things I did not want. And those are tags I wouldn't have put if it wasn't for that fact that, once the sex gets going, they happen a LOT. Like, I really hope you aren't grossed out by come play cause Peter is 110% there for it, RIP Quentin.

I ended up with about 110, which isn't great but it'll do, and more like 100 once I take away the spoilery ones I'm waiting to add.

I spent entirely too long typing them in the way I wanted them to look and organizing them, and then -

I fucking forgot about the new tag limit – I knew it was a thing at some point, but didn't realize it had happened and didn't realize it was only 75 and didn't realize that it counts fandom, character, and pairing tags within that.

So suddenly I've got a warning that I have get rid of 42 tags, and I can't even edit the ones already there because it was grandfathered in.

Considering that I had already massively cut down on the tags I wanted to use and now have to figure out what more to cut, this is going to take some thinking. I may do some weird tagging that combined things so at least they can be read and hopefully correctly synced with parent tags, but I hate that because I want to tag things in part for people searching for those specific things. I may add a block of tags in the notes, but that's really difficult to search accurately. I may throw something up on tumblr, I don't know. I dislike all of those options.

Funnily enough, I've never needed more than maybe a dozen or so tags? But for fuck's sake, this sucker is mostly like going to be a solid 800k, allowing me less than one tag per 100k is not fun. It'd be one thing if this was a simple, straightforward, non kinky fic. But it's really not. It's complex and messy and there's a lot of plot and emotional stuff before you even get into the sex, which is kinky in specific ways that I want to tag for, both as warning and enticement.

And reading reading a bajillion comments on the news post that are mostly

a) yay everyone is so tired of tags good job AO3 you should have made the limit smaller

b) this really sucks if you're a long fic or smut writer

c) well you're just bad at tagging aren't you. Stop abusing the system by tagging every character that breathes and you'd be fine. Besides tags are just for warnings, not searching or enticement, and we couldn't possibly consider giving more words more tags - won't someone think of the poor podfics (that you never care about the rest of the time lol) who would be hurt like you are currently being hurt?

(Which is nonsensical because it's not like anyone is suggestion that 'oh you only used ten words? Sorry, you may have tag and one tag only!'.)

And I'm seriously cranky, because you know what? I have two fandoms tagged, and seven characters. All of which will feature significantly in this fic. I'm not abusing those areas, so what do I delete now?

No, tell me. What do I delete? Bye Ned and MJ, you're taking up space, but hey I guess anyone that clicked on this for you wouldn't have been happy, so whatever, I don't need to hint that this fic does not set Peter's friends aside completely for the relationship.

The sex tags? I already reduced oral sex by five things, just leaving rimming and bj's, but I guess I should only put oral sex instead, because that's what people search for, right? Never mind that that's a useless tag that won't help filter anything, and that both bj's and rimming hold a special significance within the fic, as weird as that may sound from the outside.

Maybe I should drop a bunch of my trauma healing tags, except one of the most important factors of this fic is exploring how both Peter and Quentin heal or have failed to heal from their assorted varied traumas and how those affect them throughout, so yes, I do feel like nightmares and ptsd and grief are all significantly different things that I want to make note of!

I guess I can just cut all my... mood/vibe tags, because... Idk, they're too general or specific to be useful for searches, and probably not would draw people in? But when I'm reading, those give me a much better sense of how the author thinks of the fic and whether I might get easily annoyed or not.

And no, I really don't use tumblr style random chatty tags for the most part, because that's what author's notes are for. But a few have their place and author's notes don't show on the page when I'm browsing. It's like... I read the book flap (summary) and now I want to flip it over and see the blurbs from other authors?

I feel like this really misunderstands how a lot of people use tags? They're fucking searchable, so if I want only the fics under one small weird obscure tag, I can click on that and get them! I don't have to fuck around with search terms and exclude this, reword that, refine refuss redo, I can just click on the goddamn tag. Which people might not bother to tag with anymore, because of limits.

No, listing the tags in the summary and using the search within results is not acceptable, because I cannot tell you how many times I've searched for a work knowing something from the summary, and not been able to find it until I start flipping through whatever tag I was originally browsing when I found it, even if exactly what I searched for was in the summary!

Tags are meant for warnings and the main AO3 warnings cover most stuff? Are you fucking kidding me? Were you not around for the endless wanking over using 'warning' vs 'contains' before just 'tags' was a thing?

I don't use tags for warnings 90% of the time, because I seldom warn! There's an 'author chooses not to use archive warnings' on most of my fics for a reason! And I'm using tags to find readers, because a lot of people have found my fics not because they desperately want, say, Tony/Quentin, but because they wanted come inflation or slapping kink or hand feeding or what have you. Eliminating those sorts of tags helps no one!

As a reader, I care so little about those warnings that I have them default hidden – I want the content tags that tell me if I might like the vibes of this fic beyond what the summary might tell me. A fic with a promising summary can be instantly ruined for me by, say, daddy kink, but if that's tagged, even with the intent of getting the attention of people who like it, I can nope out before my eyes have to see those words. And if I'm in the mood for one specific weird unpopular kink, I can just click the tag and explore stuff in other fandoms I wouldn't have ever even found.

And I get that this is primarily because of some stupid fic that everyone was seeing all the time and a couple of assholes, but if that was such a problem, why couldn't there be a hard code to hide tags (oh wait there is?? in addition to add-on scripts and skins that do the same thing??).

But hey, why deal with the problem makers when you can punish everyone? Gosh am I back at a job with an incompetent manager again?

Last time I complained about a change I was told AO3 is an ARCHIVE for AUTHORS, not a library for readers, so too bad, our priority is making the authors feel safe, which, fair enough, that was the original mission. Yet now it's 'you can't have as many tags as you want because the readers shouldn't have to scroll that much!'? Nice mixed message there.

I hate all of my options and have a serious case of crankies over getting 70 tags for a plot and kink heavy 600k+ fic, and I really just... don't know what I want to do. Aside from throw a little fit and then get over it, I guess.

(If by any chance you made it this far and want to offer an opinion or help decide which tags aren't important, I've got them all listed with why I want them over here. I don't know, maybe there are things I think are important that no one reading cares about or would have been enticed by!)

#gotcha

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magnoliabloomfield · 3 years ago

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Garden of Heathen 45- Strangers In the Night

The one where Gally gets c*ck blocked by someone other than Gertie for a change.

They spent hours with Rachel explaining the history of the maze to her, Aussie patiently answering all her questions that she'd heard almost 40 times before. They were still there when the maze doors rumbled closed and Moo came sniffing around for Aussie. They'd taken the tarp off the model maze and Rachel was staring at it, her fingers laced in her hair as she cradled her head in frustration.

"I think we need to call it a night," Joan spoke up, taking her feet off the table and letting the front legs of her chair hit the floor again. "This will probably look different after you sleep on it."

"It's no good," Rachel shook her head. "I have to go in there. I know I have to do it."

Aussie and Joan shared a look.

"Well, I guess it's about time we started running again," Aussie shrugged.

She saw Gally lean forward. "And by 'we' you mean anyone but you, right?" He asked her.

Aussie turned and gave him a look, not liking being reminded how unqualified she was to run, but still kind of liking his concern.

"Right," she finally agreed, watching him relax. "'We' doesn't include me because I'm a sucky runner."

"You know who is a good runner?" Joan asked, her eyes darting to Gally.

"No," Aussie blurted quickly, her heart clenching at the thought.

"I think it's up to him," Joan raised her brow. "Besides, he's the fastest and strongest one of us all."

Gally also hated the idea of going in there, but couldn't argue with the logic. Besides, much like Rachel, he felt like solving this place was something he was supposed to do.

"I'll do it."

Aussie snapped her head around to look at him. He couldn't bear to look at her face and see her expression, he already felt the hurt radiating from her. His own chest hurt at the very idea of leaving her alone there with Aris trolling around, but the sooner they got out of there the sooner they could be rid of him.

Dreams of living free in an actual home... with Aussie... drove him to swallow the knot of fear in his throat and really commit to the escape.

"Alright, sounds like we have a big day ahead of us tomorrow," Joan said as she got up. "Better rest up for it."

"Wait, you're going too?" Georgia perked up.

"I am the most experienced runner."

"Yeah but your eye!"

"That's what I got these two for. She's the eyes, he's the muscle, I'm the brains," Joan grinned. "Besides, if there's one thing I've learned from Aussie, it's that you can't ask someone to do something you're not willing to do yourself."

Aussie's gaze left Gally to look at her instead in mild surprise. She didn't realize Joan had noticed that about her.

"Seriously, we need to get to bed, come on," Joan repeated as she took a step toward the door, wrapping the meeting up before things got too mushy.

As they got up and filed out Gally wasn't all that surprised to feel Aussie slip her hand in his and stop him from going out the door. He took a deep breath before turning and looking down at her. She glared up through her eyelashes at him, her neutral brows and mouth looked absurdly unamused but in a cute way. She was mad at him.

"What?" He finally asked her when she stayed silent for a bit too long.

"Gally... why?" She finally shrugged in confusion, still holding his hand.

He reached out and took her other hand as well.

"Because you and... my sister need me to," he said, running his thumbs over the backs of her hands.

Her eyes went wide at that, her lips parting as her jaw dropped slightly.

"You think so?" She asked him.

"I feel it," he nodded.

"Did you tell her?" Aussie took a step closer.

"Not yet," he shook his head. "I don't want to freak her out on top of everything already going on. Besides, I don't think she'd be too happy about being related to me. She'll demand a DNA test for sure."

Aussie laughed at that, a real, genuine laugh because she knew he was right.

"Come on, let me walk you to your place so I know you got there safe, I better get to bed or Joan will be, I dunno, disappointed in me or something," he said as he tried to pull her toward the door.

He didn't want this to end, but he knew how important it was that he be at his best tomorrow.

Aussie's brows furrowed unhappily again once he reminded her of the impending doom tomorrow carried with it now.

"Stupid Joan," she mumbled under her breath, kicking a rock as they began to walk across the clearing, still holding hands.

Gally chuckled. "Oh, come on, don't be mad at her."

"You're right. I should be mad at you."

"Or you could just not be mad at all," he suggested, trying not to laugh at her. "You could be glad that we're getting closer to getting out of here. And once we do that you can get away from Aris."

"Hmm, when you put it like that- ugh no, nope. Still not worth it."

Gally laughed, his cheeks felt warm from the way she acted. He felt like she really cared about him, especially since he wasn't the only guy around now and she seemed to hate the other one, made it seem more special. In that moment he made up his mind.

He was going to kiss her goodnight.

At least he hoped it would just be a kiss goodnight, but he'd been thinking about it so long and had tried at least twice before to no avail, if he actually got his lips on her finally he might not be able to take them off her again. And he had to get some sleep before tomorrow.

They got to her little house, her letting go of his hand to go over and light her lamp.

"Can you make sure Aris isn't under my bed?" She asked him as the match light danced on her smirking face.

With a grin of his own he obliged her.

"Monster free," he informed her as he straightened back up.

"Thanks she giggled as she followed him to the door.

He turned and placed his hands on the door frame, leaning on it as he looked down at her, eyes traveling down to her lips. His heart raced thinking this was it, this was it! No meddling Gertie and no... wait, scratch that, it was always Gertie ruining things. That was the clearest evidence she was his little sister. He pushed thoughts of her out of his head as he leaned a little further.

"Ugh, ok so I know I'm gonna sound as paranoid as Gertie says I am," Aussie was suddenly rambling, bringing him out of his daze. "But, like, d-do you maybe, like, want to-"

"Yeah."

"-stay here tonight?"

"Yeah," Gally repeated, nodding.

Aussie giggled when she finally comprehended how eager he was to accept an invitation she wasn't done offering.

"Ok. Well, you want to go grab the mat from the tent and bring it back?" She asked him.

He gave her a slightly confused look as his eyes went from her eyes to her mouth and back again, which made her giggle again.

"My bed is a twin and, according to Gertie, I'm a queen so that mattress is past max capacity with just me in it, there's not room for a Moose too," she teased.

She could call him a moose or a dog or whatever she wanted if she kept looking at him that way.

"Ok. Ok, I'll be right back," he said before going down the stairs so fast she thought he'd slip and kill himself before he reached the bottom.

She quickly turned and went to change her clothes before he got back, the smile not leaving her face despite how upset she still was about him going into the maze. She slipped her jeans off and kicked them into the corner before grabbing her soft, comfy pajama pants she sewed from an old ripped sheet. She kept her pajamas in the drawer of her bedside table. She slipped her shirt off and tossed it in the corner too, taking her bun down before going to grab her clean shirt.

When she reached in the drawer something pricked her hand and an electric current shot through her limbs. For a few seconds she couldn't even move, but once the current stopped she yanked her hand away, falling to her floor as a creepy critter crawled out of her drawer. She breathed heavily as she scooted herself away from the thing, her vision going wobbly like she were looking at her room under water. She felt dizzy, like the floor was rocking side to side.

"Aussie?" A voice called, sounding oddly distorted as well.

A wave of relief washed over her. Gally. Gally would help her. She turned and saw a figure in her doorway, the wobbly waves of her vision obscuring him until he came closer. Her heart sank.

Aris crouched by her side, possibly a concerned look on his face, she couldn't tell. She felt weird. She felt weirder when his hands were on her skin. She was still in just her bra as he tried to help her up off the floor and onto the bed. His arm wrapped around her waist, his fingers pressing into her side, another hand gripping her upper arm before lifting her up.

'Hurry, Gally, hurry,' she thought as she felt the bed beneath her, grateful for just knowing he would come at all. He'd come and save her.

Aris had taken his hands off her body, much to her relief, but still held onto her hand as she scooted herself against her headboard to get farther from him. He squeezed her palm three times.

"Wicked is good," he said.

Aussie suddenly felt calmer as she leaned against her head board. Her vision seemed to float in a calming way now, a sleepy way, as her breathing evened out.

"You remember me," Aris spoke firmly, his tone not that of a forgotten lover trying to stir up fond memories, but someone telling a story. "We used to meet up on the roof so we wouldn't get caught. You looked so beautiful in the moonlight under the Japanese maple tree."

Aussie could see it, she saw the railing around the rooftop, city lights shining up from below but still not enough to drown out all the stars in the sky. The red, pointed leaves of the tree tickled her ear as the breeze moved them. A small twinge of happiness went off in her chest.

"You loved the fireflies," Aris went on, and she saw them too, floating like stars fallen from the sky. "And I loved you. I'd meet you on the roof so we could be together."

Aussie saw a figure on the roof with her, maybe he was tall, it was hard to tell since she was sitting. He was dressed in a dark uniform, a mask or helmet covering his whole face. He came closer and sat next to her, his hand taking hers. All she saw was him holding her hand, but she felt other hands on her. They brushed the hair back from her neck and grazed her collar bones. They pulled her closer.

"And we would kiss," Aris' voice reached her, but it felt wrong.

What she saw felt right, but what she felt and what she heard was wrong. There was a pain in the back of her head as she tried to think of who was behind the mask, refusing to believe it was Aris. A hand pressed to her lower back as another cradled the back of her neck, something brushed against her nose and warm air hit her lips. The man in the mask just sat there, holding her hand. She wished he'd do more to help her.

"It's you and me, Aussie. It's me, Ari-"

The hands were suddenly gone and so was the roof top and everything else she'd seen. She fell back onto the bed and shut her eyes tightly at the pain in her head as loud thumps gradually grew more distant.

Gally had come back to a sight he never thought he'd ever see. Aris was looming over Aussie on the bed, hands on her bare skin, lips a hairs breadth away from hers, and she was doing nothing to stop it.

An ungodly amount of rage filled his body as he dropped the mat over his shoulder, it toppled over the railing and down to the ground, but not before Gally had crossed the room and grabbed Aris by the shoulders, tearing him away from Aussie. He didn't look at her too closely, a pain beneath his anger, a feeling of betrayal.

Aris was protesting and fighting, but Gally towed him to the door almost effortlessly, his pulse pounding in his ears and drowning out most of what he was saying. He got him outside to the top of the stairs, set him down, and gave him a push.

Aris' limbs flailed as he tried to catch himself on the railing. He slowed himself down a little and turned a definite broken neck scenario into a few bruised ribs instead. He lay in the dirt, coughing and holding sore parts. Then he saw Gally coming down the stairs. His face was red even in the dark, his furrowed brows looked like the devil himself.

"Gally wait," Aris begged as he scrambled away from him in the dirt, not having time to get to his feet or knowing if he even could.

Gally bore down on him, no remorse or reasonableness to be found on his face. Aris swallowed hard and kept wriggling away from him.

"I know what this looks like, but you don't understand! This is-"

His words were cut short as the ground disappeared behind him and he toppled down head first with a scream. He'd backed himself up right into the pit.

There was so much more Gally wanted to do to him. Pushing him down the stairs was not enough. He wanted to land a punch, hear a bone crack. But now Aris was contained and maybe had a broken neck or back, hopefully, which would allow him to check on Aussie. He was worried that he hadn't heard her say one word and she didn't follow them out.

Gally turned and went up stairs, not in a hurry, not ready to look at her yet, but also worried to death about her. He came in and saw her curled up on the bed, curled so tightly her knees were almost to her eyebrows. Her hands clamped over her ears, and her hand was bleeding and blackened.

Feeling like something was very wrong he rushed to her side.

"Aussie?!" He cried as he gently touched her arm, looking at the mark on her hand. "Aussie, what happened?"

He heard a whirring noise and a series of clicks. He spotted the little robot as it crawled out her window and his stomach dropped.

Bellow them Aris was screaming for help as Gally scooped Aussie up and carried her out and down the stairs. He tried not to panic as he carefully went as fast as he could to the house.

"Gertie!" He yelled when he was close enough, his voice choked as Aussie now went limp and barely conscious in his arms. "Help!"

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unkownknowledge · 4 years ago

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Genshin characters and their spider s/o

A little crossover HC post between terraformars and genshin.

Basically the reader is the result of a messed up experiment and now they look like a monstrous humanoid spider, like this guy:

Except you have no human skin or hair, just pure chitin, extra legs out the back, and mandibles(like a turian)

Also: request are still open, feel free to request!

Including: Jean, Xinqiu, and Razor

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Jean: hollow knight

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Jean had been receiving reports of frightened merchants and townsfolk, all of whom had been found on the road ranting about a giant spider.

Jean was sure it was nothing more than hilichurls or hoarders or abyss mages and the people were merely suffering panic induced hallucinations, this was supported by the clear signs of such dangers at the scene of the crime.

But still, neither any of the knights nor adventurers in the guild reported saving these people, nor did Diluc claim that he did when she asked him.

So Jean decided to investigate, after all not only is there a chance of finding camps of the three above dangers, but also the chance of finding a new ally.

When she saw you in a clearing you looked like a normal human, until you turned your head in an inhuman manner and looked at her with eight red glowing eyes.

You screamed at her and used your geo vision to grow eight giant legs out your back, which you used to run away.

Jean, being the persistent woman she is, wasn't about let you go until she confirmed if you were a friend or foe.

She chased you through the forest for a while, and unfortunately didn't notice a group of hilichurls hiding behind some trees.

One swung out and struck her from behind, knocking her to the ground.

At the sound of this you turned around and saw Jean on the ground.

While she easily could have beaten the hilichurls, she didn't have to. This is because you were immediately next to her, sword drawn and slicing through the monsters like a hot knife through butter. Your geo legs acted like extra blades that parried any attack directed towards the knight.

Because you're other legs were busy, however, you were unable to block the attack from a crossbow that shot right through your knee.

You fell down and were beaten senseless by the hilichurls, the last thing you remember was the sounds of a blade and the monsters turning to dust before you blacked out.

You woke up on a soft bed inside an unfamiliar building. You tried to get up but your knee had a large hole in it, luckily for you your ability to feel pain was long lost.

Jean entered a minute later with some food, "good, your awake."

"Where am I?" You asked.

"In my home, the guest room to be exact."

"Why did you save me?"

"Because you were in danger."

"Yes but why? Aren't you afraid of me?"

"Considering how you saved me as well? No, not at all."

Jean poured some tea for both of you, "now onto-"

You felt your eyes water, something you didn't realize you could still do.

"What's wrong?" Jean asked.

"It's just, it's been so long since anyone was...nice to me. My appearance isn't exactly very welcoming."

"And yet you still help people, the same people who call you a monster?"

"Of course! I might be an abomination, but I'm not a monster. In fact, before I became...this I had always dreamed of joining the knights."

"Well, that makes things easy."

"What do you mean?"

"While I cannot officially make you a knight, I can make you an honorary member of the knights of favonius."

"REALLY!?" You said, a child like excitment on your face.

So you joined the knights, of course not everyone was happy about this.

But noone doubted the acting grand master's decision, after all she never once failed the city.

After a while the city warmed up to you, even hailing you as a hero thanks to all you've done!

But the city's attitude towards you wasn't the only thing getting warmer.

Infact, a certain person's cheeks seemed to grow red as Amber's ribbon at the mere mention of your name.

Lisa and Kaeya were the first to notice Jean's infatuation with you, and they were quite intent on helping her.

It would be easy for them to set it up: you were cold blooded, so you had a heater in your room during the winter, and thanks to a 'freak lightning strike', your house was under renovations for the whole season, this caused Jean to let you stay in her home until yours was repaired.

Now all they had to do was sneak in an 'cool it' down.

You awoke in the middle of the night due to the temperature suddenly dropping. You tried turning on your heater but that didn't work. You went downstairs to make some hot tea, unaware that Kaeya swapped the labels on Jean's coffee and your tea. After making the beverage you sat down in the warmest corner, covered in blankets, and with a warm drink in hand.

Fun fact! Spiders get hella drunk off caffeine.

You are a spider.

One sip of the coffee and you felt funny, you couldn't think straight and felt wobbly.

Kaeya and Lisa giggled watching you.

"So, how DID you get them drunk? You couldn't exactly have spiked their tea could you?" Lisa asked.

"I swapped the labels on their tea and Jeans coffee. Spiders get hella drunk on-" Kaeya noticed Lisa worried face, "fuck, what did I do this time?"

"Kaeya, spiders don't get drunk on caffeine like humans do with alcohol."

Lisa pointed Kaeya towards the window

"Whoops"

Caffeine doesn't make spiders drunk the same way alchohol does a person, which is what Kaeya expected.

Caffeine makes spiders hyper, very hyper.

When Jean heard skittering and clanging she thought someone was robbing the house, so she was reasonably surprised to see you lying in the center of the kitchen, crying, and with webs all over.

When she asked what happened you just rolled over and mumbled out gibberish about how you can't catch any flies.

Jean picked you up to take you to bed, but you wrapped your arms and legs around her and caused her to fall.

"(Y/n), please let me go." Jean pleaded.

You shushed her, "nap time" and fell asleep.

Your grip was to strong for her to get out, and with your weight she couldn't get up in this position, so she just had to wait for you to get up.

The next day Jean got up the same time as you, she would have said something if you didn't kiss her and pet her head.

"I love this dream." You said, nuzzling into the crook of her neck.

Jean was shocked, what dream? You were clearly awake.

"I wonder if Jean is this warm in real life....I wish I could find out..."

"(Y-y/n)" she stuttered out, "you're not dreaming."

You shot up with all your eyes wide as saucers.

You immediately thought of running. But where would you go? The forest? Yeah, that works, just go there a-

You felt a warm sensation on your cheek.

"So (y/n), how does this dream usually go?" Jean said with a suggestive wink.

"(Y/n)?"

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After that rather unconventional confession session, you both started dating.

Jean was concerned about not having enough time for you, but that proved to be very unfounded. Thanks to your many years alone you didn't know what dating was, so to you simply working together was fine.

On every mission out of the city you would bring gifts or a picnic for when the sun was setting.

On days where you both had paper work you would make tea and buy little cakes or biscuits and sit on her lap as you rested on eachother's shoulders and fed each other snacks, under the excuse that "sharing a chair saves space".

On the rare occasion Jean gets to have a day off, she showers you in affection.

She'll make you breakfast in bed(it's not good 80% of the time, but you don't tell her), she'll cuddle with you all day, she'll even read to you if you want. She wants to give back to you for all the time she couldn't give you her full attention.

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Xingqiu: it's like one of my Inazuman graphic novels

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Your meeting with the guhua geek was far more coincidental.

You were just minding your business, catching some animals to eat, when some weird guy just walks by you, not noticing you at all, as he reads his book.

You were rather suprised and, by extension, curious about this boy.

Was he blind in peripheral? Was he that brave? Was he an idiot?

A bit of colum B, mostly colum C.

Xingqiu sat down on a rock and continued reading, given how he was reading aloud you figured you might as well take advantage of his lack of notice and learn to read.

But he did notice.

"Ah shoot, spaces out again." Xingqiu cried, "now I have to start all over."

Xingqiu started reading the book all over again, much to your joy.

You could easily match his words to the page thanks to your speed of comprehension.

When the boy noticed it was getting late he decided to head home, while you were upset you didn't try and stop him. In fact you immediately darted away before he saw you.

The next day he came back, and read from the same spot.

And again

This went on for quite some time.

Xingqiu knew someone was watching him, but he never was able to catch a glimpse. He just figured it was someone who wanted to read legends of the shattered halberd but couldn't find any copies, and so the chivalrous thing to do would be to read it for them.

One day he finished the fifth book and proclaimed it was the last one, which made you rather sad.

Until he spoke to you.

"Well my secretive friend," he turned around, "shall w-"

You screamed

He screamed

For about five minutes.

After which you both just stared at eachother.

He pointed a shakey finger at you, "you're-"

You turned away, 'a freak I know' you thought.

"SO COOL!"

"What?"

Xingqiu immediately ran at you and started inspecting you.

The whole time he had such an amazed look on his face.

"Woah!" He said as he grabbed your mandibles, "are these real?!"

"Ye ey are, a ah ee e ah a" you said hoping he would understand that you need them to talk.

"Oh. Hehe. Sorry." He said releasing them.

"Aren't you...scared of me?" You asked.

"Why would I be? If you wanted to kill me you would have. It's not like I was particularly on guard when I was reading for you."

'Y-you knew I was there?"

"I knew someone was there, and I knew they were watching me read. Since you showed such interest in my book I thought the only chivalrous thing to do was to keep reading."

You were shocked, most people just ran and screamed upon seeing you.

"Now, shall we go look for the sixth book?"

After that you and Xingqiu became fast friends.

He used some of the money he made from the scam he pulled on that scammer to buy out the forest you lived in, making it officially private property so that people won't go after you.

He kept coming back with books for you both to read, you absolutely loved it!

And while you never realized it, you also loved him.

He however, did know he loved you.

Being the menace to society he is, Xingqiu decided the best way to confess was to just kiss you.

You're sitting on a stump with your head on Xingqiu's shoulder.

"This book isn't as good as the others." You say.

"Ah don't be like that, fairy tales are the foundation of all those 'knight in shining armor books' you love."

"Yeah but this is boring."

"True, true. But I think it has a great ending." Xingqiu turned to the final page, "and then the knight told the (royal title) how much he loved them, and to seal his love he placed a kiss on their cheek."

"That wasn't good."

"Why? It was very realistic."

"In what reality does someone confess by kiss-"

*smooch*

It took you a solid five seconds to process what happened.

Xingqiu smirked at you like the bastard man he is, "this one I believe."

Your mandibles hung slack as your face got a dark shade of blue.

"Uh, (y/n)?"

"Clothes off, now."

Xingqiu stumbled out the forest four hours later. Chongyun, who was protecting his privacy, asked him what's wrong.

"Absolutely nothing." He responded with the largest grin a human could muster, before his legs gave out, "can you carry me home?"

Your relationship was more steady than just that bit though.

Xingqiu spent as much time with you as he could, he even learned how to hunt so he could be with you while you hunted for food.

You never left your forest though, you were far to afraid of people and especially the vigilant yaksha(which Xingqiu tried to convince you was friendly).

Of course, not everything goes so simply.

Xingqiu was skipping through the forest, far to enamoured at the idea of you to notice someone following him.

You sat calmly on your rock and awaited your boyfriend of two years, today was his birthday so you made him a beautiful silk picture of his favorite scene from 'the legend of the broken halberd'

You felt the boy drop into your lap, "hello my love!"

You wrapped your arms and extra legs around him, "hello my little knight, I have a wonderful gift for-"

"XINQIU! WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!"

You both turned around to see a man who looked oddly like Xingqiu.

"H-hey big bro..." Xingqiu said, clearly nervous.

"You're his brother?" You asked, "nice to meet you! I'm your future sibling in law!"

His brother looked surprised, then angry, "Xingqiu, a word."

"No," he responded, "anything you can say to me you can say to my (s/o)."

"Xingqiu, this is not a game."

"ANYTHING," Xingqiu said, far more aggressive, "you can say to me, you can say to them."

His brother sighed, "you can't date them."

"I believe I can."

"XINGQIU! ME AND FATHER HAVE TOLERATED ENOUGH OF YOUR CHILDISHNESS! YOU ARE AN HEIR OF THE FEIYUN COMMERCE GUILD, YOU CANNOT DATE THAT-THAT THING!"

Xingqiu shot up into a fighting stance, "care to repeat that?"

Xingqiu stared down his brother with murderous intent.

"So you wont back down?"

"Never, I love (y/n) to much!"

"If you don't leave them, you'll be disowned by father, all your wealth, power, and influence will be forfeited. All for an inhuman freak!"

"Xinqiu please," you tried telling your beloved, "I won't let you sacrifice-"

"Sorry darling, but I don't give a damn." He interrupted you before turning to his brother, "I will NOT abandon my beloved (y/n)! They are the most precious thing in the world to me! So go ahead! Strip me if my title, my riches, of my very skin! My heart will yearn for nothing else but the cold hard touch of love that is my (s/o)!"

Xinqiu's brother smirked

"So, you promise to always be with (y/n)?"

"Yes!"

"Through both sickness and health?"

As smart as he was, Xinqiu couldn't see what was happening, "with all my heart and soul!"

"And you would take (Y/N) as your contractually bound spouse?"

"I would sooner bite my arm off than live another day without them as such! In fact!" Xinqiu turned to you, "(Y/N)! WE'RE GOING TO GET MARRIED RIGHT NOW! COME ON!"

"Hold it!" His brother demanded, "(Y/N)! Would you stay with my brother, Xinqiu, through sickness and health, through rags and riches?"

You nodded, "forever and always!"

"And would you take him to be your contractually bound husband?"

"E-even if I had to fight Rex Lapis himself!"

Two burly hands grabbed the couple and pushed them together, "You may now kiss the bride!"

Without thought, you two kissed each other, not thinking to question the cheering, clapping, and crying-

You both pulled apart, "what the abyss is happening here?!"

The burly arms, now wrapping you both, was an older crying man who also looked like Xinqiu.

Xinqiu's Brother was crying and clapping.

Chongyun was blasting off party cones(🎉🎉these things)

And several other of Xinqiu's friends were there celebrating.

"W-wait..." Xinqiu started to remember that his brother, as a high ranking member of a commerce guild, can officiate marriages.

The older man, Xinqiu's father, cried and said, "finally! Grandchildren!"

(If you can't have babies, adoption exists and is perfectly normal)

Needless to say

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Razor: the big bad spider and the itsy bitsy spider

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(Please understand that my knowledge of Razor is based on his quest, I know of his special vision but it won't be brought up for this. I will be sure to read the wiki page for him if I write him again)

Razor knew something was wrong.

His wolf side told him something was wrong with the forest, and his human side told him it should be either avoided at all cost or destroyed.

Because it had stayed away he had largely tried to just avoid it and keep his lupical away from whatever IT is.

Until a foolish pup decided to try and defeat whatever big bad monster had their protector so scared.

Razor ran faster than any lightning bolt upon hearing the news.

Razor didn't know what he was seeing: giant webs strewn out covering entire trees, boars and Hilichurls wrapped in webs and frozen in a sickly green.

And at the center of it all was a giant, monstrous creature with eight leg like roots coming from it's back, feeding off the life of all the creatures stuck here.

This is what he was afraid of, the beast that every inch of his primal self screamed to get away from.

But he couldn't, not until he found the pup!-

"Hello." You said calmly to the strange man coming into your home, "is this your's?"

You outstretched your hand and a sleeping pup drifted towards razor on a flower.

"He caused lots of problems, so I made him sleep. Don't worry, it's nothing permanent, give him an hour or two and he'll be right up."

After Razor left, you assumed that would be the last disturbance for a while.

But it wasn't.

Razor's wolf half still feared you, was still mortified when he pictured your spider like face, your towering body, everything.

But his human half...teembled.

Not in fear, but in a different way.

He couldn't stop thinking of you, and his primal upbringing did little to quell the less romantic thoughts about your gem like eyes, the way your mandibles clicked and moved when you talked, the overwhelming nature energy that you radiated.

But he still knew good enough to get to know you better.

Just not HOW to do it.

"Why are you spider?"

Is not a good first thing to ask.

But you explained regardless: you were taken as a kid and experimented on by some rogue students from Sumeru academy.

Then some purple lady rescued you, and while you were grateful you much preferred living out in the wild.

"Yes...wild is good! Wolvendom, especially good!"

Someone please help him.

"Purple lady....ah! Shockey wizard lady from knights?"

You nodded

"Razor good friends with her and honorary knight! Do you know red flamy girl?"

"Klee? Oh yes! I love her! She's such a nice kid!"

"Yes, Klee is like lupical! Even if she...burns down forest from time to time."

Lucky for him, your shared familial love for the pyromaniacal minor helped bridge the gap between you two.

Eventually he even got you to leave your grotto(?) And meet his lupical!

He introduced you to the wonders of actually eating rather than just sucking the life force out of animals.

You both love and protect the forest of wolvendom, and if any large threat arises to it then you both will fight fang and claw to protect your home!

Neither of you know what love is in the human sense, but you both feel it to each other and act upon it: giving each other a portion of your food, taking blows in battle for each other, and cuddling more intimately than just friends would.

You are his lupical, and so much more.

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I started this near last year's end, it took me till now to realize I should only do 3 characters.

(Paging: @golden-wingseos, @storytravelled)

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact fanfiction #jean x reader #Razor x reader #Xinqiu x reader #xinqiu #genshin jean #razor

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justanotherwriter-fangirl · 5 years ago

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I Can't Lose Her! (C. R.)

Words: 4,653 words

Warnings: Nope

Request: Can you do a Connor Rhodes x reader where the reader is on squad and no one knows they're dating cause they wanted to keep it on the down low and she comes into the ED hurt and Connor looses it?

A/N: Hi!!! I’m sorry it took me so long but it’s finally here! I gotta say, when this request appeared I was so excited and now I can say that I’m so happy with the final result, almost 12 pages!! Can you imagine? I have never wrote something so long but the ideas kept flowing and at the end I finished with this monster made out of more than 4K words 🤯🤩 Hope you like it as much as I do!!!

Gif obtained from Google. All credits to its owner.

Thanks for reading

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You woke up to the feeling of light traces on your back and a ray of light peeking through your curtains.

“How long you been awake?” you mumbled still with your eyes closed, savoring every second of this stolen moment.

“Maybe around twenty minutes, we should have closed your curtains a little better last night” he said in a low and husky voice, internally making you melt.

You loved moments like this, you and Connor, alone and tangled up in your bed just savoring each other’s company.

When you started dating, around six months ago, you decided it was best to keep it low key, a secret until you felt ready and stable enough to let the world know about the two of you, but, with the pass of time, you both found yourself very fond of keeping it all in private. You didn’t have to worry about noisy people or gossips everywhere you’d go.

Dating someone as important as Connor always brought along several consequences like living up to the Rhodes last name, being approved by his high – class father and being the object of jealousy of a bunch of other doctors and nurses who were constantly harboring a crush on the hottest cardiothoracic surgeon of the very prestigious Gaffney Chicago Medical Center and even when you were ready to deal with them all, truth to be told, along with avoiding all kind of uncomfortable situations, you wanted to keep as many memories and moments with him just for you.

Maybe it sounded a bit selfish but you already had to share him with the rest of the world when he was saving lives at the hospital so was it really too much to ask to just have a few moments with him now and then that only belonged to you two? You didn’t think so, especially not when you were finally getting ready to tell him you loved him.

You weren’t sure if 6 months were too soon or kinda late but neither of you had said it before because you both wanted to make sure it was truly how you felt when the time was right.

Just as you were about to ask him for 5 more minutes in such a blissful state, both your alarms started beeping, effectively breaking the quietness of the room and making you both groan, you weren’t ready.

“Time to go back to reality” he said stretching a little bit to get up.

“Do we really need to?” you pouted “I love having you here, just the two of us cuddling and watching a movie or cooking dinner or just talking”

“I love it too but we wouldn’t be able to afford half of that if we just stayed here” he said laughing a little bit and leaving a small kiss on your forehead before standing up. “Also, I know how much you love your job, being the only woman on squad 3”

“I hate it when you are right” you said now with a big smile, he was right, you were so proud of your job and how much you had accomplished, you were the only female on Rescue Squad 3 and one of the youngest to make it to the team, Kelly did it when he was 23, you were just a little bit behind with 25, it was really impressive.

30 minutes later you were both at your kitchen having some scrambled eggs, toasts and orange juice for breakfast, something “quick and light before going to save some lifes” as Connor liked to put it.

“So, will I see you tomorrow after your shift?” you asked

“Sorry, I can’t, my father wants to go have dinner, I don’t know what he wants but he says it’s important and I been trying to avoid it for a week now, I’ll just go so he stops calling me when I’m at the hospital”

“It’s okay, I’ll still have you all for myself this weekend” you said flashing him a big smile, you had waited for this weekend for almost a month when you made a reservation for a nice B&B outside Chicago just to celebrate your 7th month together far away from the chaotic life you both had.

“Just you and I” he finished before leaning to kiss you, sweet and slow but full of passion, it was amazing and it made you feel better about your decision, this weekend you were going to tell him you loved him.

You separated after a couple moments to take a breath before leaning your forehead against his, looking right into his eyes, taking in the silence of the morning and the man in front of you, your heart swelling with nothing but pure love and raw happiness, you never had felt like this before.

“Now I think I’m ready to go” you said smiling at him and pulling apart to take the dirty dishes to the sink.

“Well, that’s not fair because I’m the one who’s not ready now” he mentions while he stands up to go to you and hug you from behind, his arms sneaking around your waist.

“That’s a shame sir, because if we don’t go now we both will be late” you said playfully as you turned around in his arms to wrap yours around his neck. “So go grab your coat and let’s head out” you firmly stated leaving a peck on his jawline.

“Yes ma’am” he added before laughing a little and head to your door, you close behind him.

All the way to the parking lot of your building you joked around and enjoyed your last minutes together, his hand never leaving yours until you are in front of your car.

Before you could reach for the door, he grabbed your arm and turned you around to leave one final kiss in you lips, one hand on your waist, the other going directly to you cheek to deepen the kiss.

And just as sudden and fast it all happened, it ended leaving you breathless and a complete mess in front of him. He knew the effect he had on you and he loved to take advantage of that, so without any other word he opened your car door for you, gave you a final cocky smile and left to his car.

Frustrated you got into your car and closed your door, maybe a little bit harder than you should but making sure Connor heard before leaving the parking lot.

15 minutes later you were outside the firehouse getting ready to walk in to start your shift.

“Hey (Y/L/N), ready for another day on the job?” Kelly said from out your window.

“Hell, yeah!” You said as you stepped out your car and you locked it before heading inside with Kelly by your side telling you all about his latest date, him being one of your best friends.

The morning went by slowly, only a call around noon about a multiple car accident that needed the whole team to get the victims out of the wrecked cars but that had been all the action you have had all day, it wasn’t common to have days that quiet and it had everyone nervous about it, it was a bad sign.

You had spent most of the day playing around with the guys, chatting with the girls and beating the squad’s ass playing Monopoly, you had a bad feeling about this day in the pit of your stomach but you pushed it away and tried to enjoyed the free time with your friends.

The day was almost over, the night slowly coming down and you barely had started to relax when you heard the alarm went off letting you all know an apartment building had caught on fire and you were needed.

You all quickly suited up and drove to the fire as fast as you could, ready to face whatever was coming your way.

5 minutes later when you arrived, you knew you had been right all day long, this was bad. There was actually two buildings, 10 stories each and both on fire and for what you could see there was many people still inside.

Immediately Kelly and Matt started shouting orders and organizing everyone to go inside on a primary search, still unaware of how many people was actually inside and under what conditions, the fire growing with every second.

As soon as the squad got into the first building, Capp and Tony stayed on the first floor and you followed Severide to the second floor.

“Fire Department! Call out!” you yelled going into the first apartment, quickly making your way through all the rooms, all empty.

You went outside and met with Kelly on the hallway, him going into the third apartment and you entering the fourth were you were received with some coughing coming from the back.

“Fire Department! Call out!” you yelled again trying to figure out the origin of the sounds while making your way to the back.

“Help! I’m in the bathroom”

Running to the bathroom in the master bedroom you noticed that the ceiling was collapsing and the debris was blocking the door so you started to remove some of the bigger pieces and throwing them to the other side of the room, just enough to make room to open the door.

“Come with me” you yelled to the woman once you managed to open the door “keep your head down and do not take the wet cloth from your face, well done”

Once on the hallway you noticed Kelly guiding a family towards the stairs to exit the place when Capp called him, he needed some help on the third floor since Tony had taken a couple outside.

“Go, I got them” you yelled taking the hand of one of the members to guide them through the smoke.

Once you were all out you took a moment to change your oxygen tank while everyone was being treated by the multiple ambos waiting for the victims, all of a sudden you felt a tug on your arm and you turned around to see a crying woman in front of you, a teenager close behind her.

“Please, you gotta help, my baby is inside, I live in the 9B”

“Ma’am, you need to calm down, we are going to get him but you need to stay here”

“Please, help me!” she yelled.

“Brett!” you called Silvie “please, help me. Take care of her while I go inside for her baby”

Once the woman let you go and you made sure Silvie got her you ran inside straight to the third floor.

“Kelly, there’s a baby on the 9B, I’m going up”

“Wait for me! I’m coming with you” he said taking his hooligan with him “Capp, Tony, I’m going with (Y/L/N) to the ninth floor, we’ll make the search from top to bottom and we’ll meet at the middle”

“Okay, Lieutenant” they both replied before going into another apartment.

7 floors above you and Kelly splitted to each cover two apartments on the tenth floor, all being empty so you both descended to the ninth were you knew at least someone was in.

As Kelly took care of the 9A you knocked down the door to the 9B and went inside directly to the back were you could hear the baby crying. It was a relief knowing the baby was still alive.

You could see the fire was getting worse and you all really needed to hurry to take everyone out so the bomb could take charge of the building, there was just to many to do and just for a moment you let yourself get worry, maybe you weren’t enough.

You almost got lost in your train of thought when you suddenly heard Kelly calling for you.

“Back here, the baby seems okay but we need to take him out immediately”

“Go, I’ll finish the floor”

“No, you are faster, take the baby out and I’ll finish here, I’ll see you on the 8th” you said taking the baby and handing him to Kelly, his arms instantly taking the baby and putting him close to his body. You could see the hesitation on his face but you had no time for that “Go!! Now!! Take him out, I’ll be fine”

He knew he couldn’t argue with you so he handed you his hooligan and ran outside as fast as he could to leave the baby and get back to you, the same bad feeling everyone had the entire day settling on his stomach again.

Once you made sure the whole floor was empty you went down to the 8th, trying to move as fast as you could but making sure no one was left behind.

The flames were growing and you feared Boden was going to call you all out, that was one of the worst possible scenarios you could picture because it left you without any chance to save everyone.

Luckily, the 8th floor was empty, most of the doors already opened from when all the residents left and you could quickly moved to the 7th, only two more to go to be able to leave the building.

You met Kelly on the stairs, letting him know it was all clear from 10th to 8th so he could report back to Boden.

Once again you both separated, both knowing the routine you had to follow.

You were inside the 7B when you heard a loud noise above you, barely having enough time to look up before the ceiling collapsed over you, knocking you down and letting you unconscious.

Kelly had just left 7A when he heard the loud thump of the ceiling falling down, stopping in his tracks trying to figure out where the noise was coming from when he heard something ten times worse, your pass alarm signaling you hadn’t move in the last 20 seconds.

Running to the sound of the alarm beeping, he found you under a big pile of wrecked ceiling.

“Capp, Tony!” He yelled through his radio “I need backup on 7th, (Y/L/N) is down”

From where he was he could see it was bad, your leg trapped and your whole torso covered by a lot of wreckage. Starting to work to get you out as fast as possible he started to took the ceiling that was at the top to eventually get to you, two pairs of hands suddenly helping him.

They all moved around you, taking everything out as fast as they could in the limited time they had, a minute later only your leg left to be freed.

“Alright, lift that final piece over her leg so I can slide her out” Kelly instructed to the guys positioning himself above your head and grabbing your arms to pull you out.

It was heavy and Capp and Tony had to pushed a little harder to lift it enough for your leg to pass but a few seconds later it was over, each of them grabbing one of your legs to help Severide take you down were Silvie and Gabby were waiting for you to arrive.

Everyone was already outside, the truck had finished with the other building and the last two floors you had missed and the bomb was taking charge of the fire, all in silence wanting to know more about you but unable to enter to your rescue in case the weight was to much for the structure on fire.

It was a general relief when the squad came out through the door with you in their arms, setting you on the gurney and giving the girls space to work, they going in professionally to make sure you were properly treated, opening your suit and checking your vital signs.

They put a collar around your neck and immobilized your leg to transport you to the Med, getting help from Kelly to put you in the ambulance and hopping in to go with you, never leaving your hand.

After losing Shay, he swore he would do everything in his power to never lose anyone again, specially you, you had came when he most needed it and offered him a sincere friend, someone who never judged him and was with him through thick and thin.

“She’s going to be okay, Severide, we got her just in time” Gabby tried to assure him, knowing what was going through his mind.

She was about to say something else when your heart rate started to go wild on the monitor, catching her by surprise and making her jump to her feet immediately.

“Start CPR now!” She yelled to Kelly “I need to intube her, Brett hurry!” she said while taking the equipment she needed to make the procedure, completely focused on her task to put the ambu bag as fast as she could.

“I got in! How much longer, Brett?!” she asked worried.

“We’re two minutes away, they are waiting for us”

Once you arrived it was crazy, Gabby letting the doctors know of your situation, starting with possible ribs and right leg fractured as well as a dislocated shoulder, while April and Ethan started to wheel you into Trauma 1 on the ED, leaving Gabby, Silvie and Kelly outside.

Connor was just leaving the OR ready to take on another patient when he saw you, all bloody and unconscious being moved to a trauma room, his worst nightmare becoming a reality just in front of him.

“What happened?” he yelled going behind you ready to take action.

“The ceiling collapsed, Dawson and Brett just got her in” Ethan informed unaware of the real state Connor was in, trying to hide his emotions as best as he could. “We need some x - rays and maybe a CT scan to make sure there is no internal bleeding” he was going over the routinary examination when a single sound send shivers down Connor’s spine, a flat line on the monitor.

“She’s crashing, charge the defibrillator to 150 and send one epi in” he said as the nurses laid her completely down and started with chest compressions again.

“Charged to 150” April handed Ethan the defibrillator and applied some gel to it before he used it.

“Clear” he said before shocking you once and waiting for a second “No change, charge to 200”

Connor was watching the whole scene going unfold right before his eyes, the rage going through his veins faster than the team who was trying to bring you back to life. He turned for a moment to take a breath when he saw Kelly standing at the doors of the ED.

He wasn’t sure what controlled him but he went straight to Kelly and pushed him to the wall grabbing him by his collar, face to face and ready to fight him.

“You were supposed to take care of her! Where the hell were you when this happened?”

“What the hell?! Back off!” Kelly said pushing him back, as angry as him because he had no idea what he was going through “What the hell do you care?!”

By now, everyone’s eyes were on them, their voices the only sound of the room.

“What do I care?! She is my girlfriend, you idiot, and she trusted you with her life!” Connor replied, not caring anymore of your secret. Everyone stayed silent for a minute, the revelation causing a big shock among the presents, that’s when Connor realized something and all the anger faded away, leaving him all weak and desperate. “She is my girlfriend and I love her” he finally whispered “I can’t lose her… I can’t lose her, damn it!” his mood swings were insane, he didn’t really know how he felt, it was all mixed up, he was angry, sad, desperate, hopeless, stressed, it was all too much.

Just when Kelly was about to say something, the gurney from Trauma 1 was being wheeled out, a bunch of nurses, medical equipment and Dr. Choi behind it going straight to the OR yelling instructions to the whole team.

“What happened?” Connor ran behind them “What’s going on?”

“We need to take her to the OR, we got her back but she has some internal bleeding going on. We’ll take charge of the rest after we control it” Ethan said before the elevators doors closed.

He felt lost, he couldn’t do anything and it was killing him, stumbling he entered the break room and broke down on the couch, his hands to his face hiding the tears that wanted to spill from his eyes.

“She is going to be okay, she’s a fighter after all” Will said sitting next to him and patting his back.

“She better be because I don’t know who I am anymore without her” he said in a low voice, afraid it would break if he spoke louder.

“Why you never told us anything?”

“At first was we wanted to make sure it was the real thing, you know? But then she just loved the privacy of it all, having little dates on new places where it was only her and I and no one knew about us, the Med’s surgeon and the newest squad member, you know? She just wanted to keep it all away from our crazy lives and dangerous jobs” he finished letting out a sigh.

“It really sounds like her” Will added laughing a little “I don’t know her that well but we have talk a few times at Molly’s, she is so sweet and funny and so open all the time but it’s annoying because at the end of the night you still don’t know much about her. You’ll only know what she wants you to know” he said remembering the few nights you had spent with the whole ED team, having a beer and getting to know everyone.

Now it all made sense, you were getting to know the people who Connor worked with.

The sound of Connor’s laugh broke the silence for a moment, taking Will by surprise, it was just odd considering the state of the man just a few seconds ago.

“Yes, she is like that. You don’t know how much effort it took me to get her to say yes to a date, it was all worth it though” he laugh again, Will joining him this time “Will, she’s the most amazing woman ever and we’ve been together for the last 6 months and I’ve been the happiest man ever since we made it official. This weekend we were going somewhere special, you know? She had it all planned so we could go away for a couple days and just be away from the chaos of the city, she was so excited and now we won’t be able to go”

“Don’t worry, you’ll go, maybe not this weekend but I bet that in a month she will be good to go”

“You can’t promise me that”

“I can, I’m sure of it because right now she have the best team of doctors taking care of her, and she doesn’t let anything stop her from what she wants, isn’t it right? That’s how she got into squad 3 in the first place and how she managed to keep your relationship a secret for over 6 months. She is unstoppable, Connor, I know she will be fine”

"Thanks, man. It's really nice to hear it" he finally said after a moment, taking Will's words in.

"I have to go but I'll come back later to check on you"

Will left and there was nothing more to do than wait, it was awful. Standing up again and breathing a few more times he exited the room and went to the wait room, there was one more thing to do.

"Hey, man, I'm sorry" he said standing in front of Kelly "I just… I lose it when I saw her lying there. I know it wasn't your fault"

"I didn't know you were dating, she never said anything"

"I know" Connor said taking a seat next to him "She wanted to keep it all a secret. Could you… could you tell me what happened?"

"We were on a big fire, two building, 10 stories each. A woman told (Y/N) her baby was in the ninth floor so we went up to get him, I asked her to take him out but she send me instead, said I was faster and I didn’t want to argue with her so I went. We met back at the 7th doing our primary search and we splitted to cover each 2 apartments, the fire was getting worse and when I was about to catch up to her I heard the sound of the ceiling collapsing, it fell on top of her so the rest of the squad and I rushed to take her out. She was just on the wrong place at the wrong time”

“Thanks, for taking care of her and bring her as fast as you could”

Hours passed and you were still in the OR, the tension on the air was palpable and everyone was on edge, the whole firehouse already there waiting to hear news about your state.

Mrs. Goodwin quickly heard about the delicate situation so left Connor without duties for the rest of the day, he wasn’t in the right state to keep attending patients so he was as nervous as the rest, so when Ethan walked through the door of the wait room it was like a blessing. Everyone immediately stood up to approach him, Connor and Kelly right at the front more eager than anyone.

“She is still sedated” he said knowing they were her family “we put her shoulder back in place and she’ll have a cast for the next 6 weeks on her right leg, we were able to fix all damage and stop the internal bleeding but she’s still dealing with a couple broken ribs which will make a it a little harder to breath but she’s fine. We’ll have her under medical observation for the next couple 48 hours but you can go see her now”

“Go” Kelly told Connor “We’ll go after you” he added with everyone behind him nodding their heads.

“Thanks”

Once in your room it was a hard vision to watch, tubes and machine all connected to you but it all went away when he saw your eyes fluttered open.

“Hey, babe, I’m here, you are okay” he said grabbing your hand.

“Connor? What’s going on?”

“You had an accident but you are all fine now, the guys took good care of you. (Y/N), I… I’m just glad you are okay, for a moment I thought I would lose you and I wouldn't be able to tell you how much I love you” he whispered looking you in the eyes, tears once again forming in his eyes but this time it was all relief.

“Connor, babe, you are not going to lose me, not ever” you reassured him giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “Not when I love you so much too” you added blushing a little and a smile coming to your face “I wanted to tell you this for a while now and I was waiting till our trip to make the perfect moment, guess that’s out of question now”

“We just made our perfect moment, you and I and all the beeping of the hospital machines” he said making you laugh but quickly regretting it, your ribs making it difficult.

“That’s so not fair, it hurts” you said giving him a light punch to his arm.

“I love you though” he winked at you and send that cocky smile from earlier this morning, the memory feeling so far from where you were now.

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lydiaphantom · 6 years ago

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Imagine: Theo Raeken finally came back

Set during season 6B episodes 15 and 16

What happened between these two episodes and why Theo's truck was out of bullet holes when we see it in the further episodes

Pairing: Theo x Reader

Warning: Bad words

(Sorry! Bad grammar!)

It was a long night and the infamous McCall's pack still didn't finish. Even though those two werewolves from Satomi's pack have been free and safe now that didn't mean that Scott and other members could have the rest as well. They have to figure out the plan of how to survive this war by winning it, and the faster they will find a solution the better it is for them.

So, for now, they all were stuck in the Sheriff Stilinski's office to establish what to do next.

Theo was leaning on the wall, standing a little too far from the pack to be at least included in the discussion. The pack members didn't trust him and never would listen to him so what was the point in trying. After all, the only reason why he was out of the prison cell was that Scott needs all the supernatural support he could get right now to win the war. Even the murderous chimera.

Noticing a pretty old and shabby couch, Theo made his way toward it with only one dream, have at least a few minutes of uninterrupted sleep without annoying deputies, whose the main goal was to make a Raeken's life in his truck, which he had no idea where was located right now, a living Hell. Finally setting comfortably enough on the couch Theo let his eyes to be closed, while he was barely listening to Liam's plan.

"I mean, this could work," Liam said, a little distant to the sleeping chimera. "While Theo and I will be in the zoo-"

The loud crash interrupted Liam and immediately woke Theo up. Someone nearly broke the door while opened it with too much force.

"What the fuck, Stilinski!?" you shouted and came right to Sheriff, hitting your palms of his table when you were close enough to do it. All eyes were instantly on you.

"Sheriff, I swear, I tried to stop her," Parrish said in his defense and Noah sighed. The pack was just too confused to say anything and Theo still was trying to wake himself up completely, hoping it wasn't one of his dreams.

"Y/S/N, what-"

"You know exactly what I mean, Stilinski," you hissed and pointed at him. "We had a deal, I signed every fucking paper that your deputies gave to me, made and filed all necessary documents and forms, repaired a freaking truck from all bullets holes and pass a fucking driving license exam!" at this Theo raised eyebrows clearly impressed and now absolutely sure that he was awake. "So why the fuck they just took hi-my truck from where it was parked on the driveway in front of my house!? It's my now! You can't take the last-"

"Y/N," Theo's soft voice interrupted you as he was standing up. You felt a cold shiver run down your body as you heard him. Slowly you turned around and finally saw Raeken.

"Theo," you whispered not trusting the scene in front of you. He nodded and made his way toward you as fast as possible ignoring everything and everyone around him. You were the only thing that mattered.

"Theo," you whispered again meeting him halfway and wrapped your hands around his neck pulling him incredibly close, feeling his strong arms on your waist as he hugged you back.

The pack was confused and wasn't understand a thing but stay quiet. Watching with wide eyes as the emotionless chimera of death blinked a few tears.

"Y/N," he breathed and that all it takes for you to start crying too. "Shhh, it's okay, you hear me? It's okay," Theo muttered as he was covering your face with kisses. "It's okay."

"I t-though you were dead," you stuttered and felt as Theo tensed. "T-they found your truck, it-t was covered in bullet holes a-and b-blood, there was so much blood, y-your blood," you continued and Theo hugged you tightly.

"Shhh, it's fine now, I'm here, with you," Theo responded as he felt hot tears running down his face. He closed eyes for a moment fighting the blow of the emotions he wasn't used to fell.

"They said that you w-were most likely dead, and I couldn't, I just c-couldn't," shuttering you looked in his green eyes. "I couldn't live with the thought that t-the last thing what I s-said to you was during our fight," even more tears were running down your face now as Theo run his hand through your hair, pulling them away from your face. He leaned a little on pressing his forehead to yours. "Y-you were gone, I didn't know where you were, were you in pain or were you dead, the uncertainty was killing me."

"I know, I'm so sorry," Theo whispered. "I'm sorry."

There was a silence in the office interrupted by soft sobs every now and then. No one would admit it, but tears were even in some pack's members eyes.

"It's like you again were in the Hell," you muttered and something inside Liam shattered. Probably the thought about you all those months while Theo was in the Hell, sitting alone not knowing where he was. He guessed that it was a shitty vacation for Theo, but what a torture it was for you?

Even if no one knew about your existence until now.

Because even a blind fool could see how much you care about Theo. And that he cares about you even more.

There was a silence again, but Theo knew he should be completely honest with you right now.

"Y/N," Theo started not caring about how much his voice was shaking. "I need to talk to you. It's really important," you didn't like the way he said it, but nodded.

"Okay, let's go," you said willing to go somewhere more private.

That was until Parrish blocked the exit and you heard the Sheriff's voice.

"Like Hell, I'm going to let you two to leave this room," that comment made you and Theo turn around. "Knowing her," Stilinski pointed at you. "She will most likely to kidnap you, and we still are not done here. So you two speak here."

You have already wanted to argue when you heard Theo asks.

"Y/N, what on the Earth did you do when I was gone?" he sounded amused and you just shrugged.

"Tried to find you," you smiled innocently.

Theo heard as Malia groaned and nearly roared at you.

"Talk you two already! You don't have the whole night here!"

Theo wanted to say something to her, but you asked him.

"We don't?" you looked confused.

"Y/N, look," the pack was ready for another wave of lie from Theo Raeken, but what they got instead surprised them. "I need you to go home, pack all your things, take the car and drive away from this fucking town. It's not safe here now, I need you to be protected and I'm afraid that I won't be able to keep you away from danger," Theo said seriously and by the tone of his voice, could say that whatever happened it's bad. But then something caught your attention in his speech.

"What about you? Are you going with me?" judging by the way he avoided your eyes he was not. You shook your head. "I'm not going anywhere unless you go with me, Theo."

"Y/N, listen-"

"No, you listen to me, Theo Raeken!" you snapped and came closer to him. Anger and fear boiling in you. "Whether you go to our home with me right now, where we pack our things and leave this bloody town together, or you're staying here with," you looked around finally noticed who was surrounding you two. The fact that it was the same people who sent your boyfriend to the Hell, piss you off even more. "With those people and help them with whatever happened here, but I'm staying too. I can go to our place and be 'safe', but I'm not leaving. Not alone," you finished and crossed your arms.

Theo felt a warm feeling in his chest when you said 'our', but he shook his head and crossed his arms too.

"Y/N, you don't understand-"

"No, Theo, you don't understand. I can't!" you were feeling tears in your eyes. "I can't lose you. Not again! I have already lost you two times, I don't think I can survive the third one. So please stop asking me to leave, because I won't. Never again."

You closed your eyes and felt as Theo hugged your thigh.

"Sorry," he whispered. "Looks like we are staying," Theo said and looked at the pack above your head.

"Seems like it," you responded.

Scott, who with the rest of the pack, was enjoying the show, looked at Theo and you and with the firm nod started:

"Okay, if we set in that nobody leaves this room, we probably should continue with a plan. Liam, what were you saying?"

Liam with noticeable difficulty looked away from you and repeated his plan.

"So as I was saying..."

The rest of the night went smooth, the plan was ready and everyone knew their roles. And you were more than happy practically run away from this station with your boyfriend after the meeting was over.

It was a war and no one knew what tomorrow will bring to them, but with Theo Raeken by your side, you felt that everything will be okay.

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I Can't Love You (Biadore, Adore/past relationship) - doctor bitchcraftt

How long does it take to stop loving someone? Bianca wishes she had an answer for Adore.

I don’t think that I ever got over you

How many guys do I have to break in order to?

We hear the best way to get over is to under, but you’re the cloud crashing loud in this London thunder

Now my eyes match these December skies

I’ll be fine, It takes time, You were mine

In my head I cant stand in your truth

I’m wasting all my 20’s still loving you

A/N: Sweet and a little sad, based on Adore’s December 2018 tweets about getting over an anonymous someone. Ends with Biadore in bed. Non-AU. Xoxoxoxo, bitchcraftt.

********

“Hey B, can I ask you something?" Adore’s question came from the other side of the couch and took a moment to register with Bianca as different from her nonsensical chatter to Sammy and Dede.

"Sure."

"How long does it take to get over someone?”

Quietly, Bianca closed the book in her lap and rearranged herself to lean over the back of the couch. Adore was still sitting cross-legged on the floor with Dede in her lap and an unusually pensive expression.

“Depends on who and how long and how the breakup happened." It wasn’t a deliberate attempt to avoid the question, although her brain tossed out at least four ways to change the subject ranging from subtle to blatant.

"It’s…” Adore drew in a slow breath, staring down at the sleeping dog as if the answer would be apparent there. She shrugged. “Nevermind, forget about it.”

Pressing Adore for an answer would likely result in her actively diverting the conversation, so Bianca turned back towards the coffee table and re-opened the book with a noncommittal noise of agreement. While her hands turned the pages on automatic, her mind spun into overdrive trying to fit together the non-sequitur.

A few minutes later, Adore set Dede on her bed and stepped over the gate to come around the couch. She didn’t plant herself next to where Bianca was pretending to read, casually invade her personal space, or mention being hungry, which would have been expected. Instead, she wandered over to the windows, leaning on the glass and drumming her fingers to the beat of an unheard song.

Bianca was used to quicksilver changes in mood and conversation, but experience meant she knew Adore usually spoke whatever was on her mind. Especially between the two of them (or four, counting the C and D of season six). Generally speaking, she would be more than happy to drop a subject when Adore’s train of thought derailed (or changed to a completely non-parallel track). Right then though, something about the way she was fidgeting suggested that there was more to it than a passing half-idea. As far as Bianca knew there hadn’t been any changes in Adore’s relationship status, so it probably wasn’t anything recent. And if it wasn’t recent, she wasn’t sure what part of lunch out and playing with the dogs might have brought it up to begin with.

She watched Adore’s lips move, silently speaking. Unfortunately, Bianca was at the wrong angle to even try to decipher what she might be saying. With a sigh, she gave up all pretense of reading, setting the book aside and joining Adore at the window.

“Sometimes I wanna erase everything.”

The quiet statement hung in the air between one breath and the next, and Bianca found herself at an uncharacteristic loss for words.

“…talk to me?”

Adore shook her head, but nonetheless turned away from the window to face her fully.

“Nothing. Just…been writing, and some stuff keeps coming up. Like the same old shit that you just want to get over or past or whatever, but it keeps following you?”

“Yeah. It does.”

Bianca understood far too well. She might be almost a decade and a half older, but she wasn’t immune to it either. Part of her knew that the nonstop work was a way to deflect and distract, taking refuge in her safe place - on the stage.

“Sometimes I want to unfeel something, you know?”

“Yeah,” Bianca repeated, “I do.”

********

The remainder of the daylight slipped away between them in silence, Adore lost in thought and Bianca ostensibly on her phone, although she couldn’t keep herself from looking up every time Adore shifted. Silence between them was usually a comfortable thing, and she did her best to respect it this time.

They ordered in Thai for dinner, and after cleaning up the empty boxes Bianca finally gave in to the urge to address the elephant in the room (Darienne jokes aside).

“Talk to me, pussyface?” Her voice was barely above a whisper, as if speaking too loudly would break the fragile something Adore was trying to manage.

“Still not over him.” Adore sounded equal parts defeated and frustrated. “It’s fucking with my brain today.”

Bianca didn’t insult their friendship by pretending not to know exactly who and what she was referring to.

”There’s no time limit on it.”

Scooting closer, she wrapped an arm around Adore’s shoulders where she was laid out on the chaise.

Behind the devil-may-care exterior, Adore felt things even more deeply than it appeared on the surface. That same vulnerability that hypnotized audiences when she was on stage translated into an equally deep capacity for hurt.

“It makes great lyrics, but every time I think I’ve written it out of me, it’s still there. I’m tired of it, B.” Adore reached up to entwine their fingers, seemingly engrossed in examining the chipped black nail polish.

“Like I’m so lucky to wake up every day into doing this life. This is what I want to do, and I hate that that isn’t enough. It feels so fucking ungrateful.”

“It’s not you being ungrateful, it’s what you’re feeling.“ Bianca sighed and rested her cheek against the top of Adore’s head. “I’m not gonna give you some bullshit line about learning and moving on, because you’re not that dumb.

“Anyone who tells you that you can control what you’re feeling is a liar. And,” she added, “I can tell you that you can’t drink it away. Still there when you’re sober.”

”I don’t want to love him anymore.”

Bianca squeezed her hand.

“I know.”

********

The dogs were long since asleep when Bianca checked the time.

“Sleepy yet?”

Adore didn’t look particularly tired, but it was a fair question. They’d gone through a decent amount of vodka, although not enough that Bianca was concerned with her ability to navigate down the block only half awake.

“Can I stay?” The echo of the oft-used phrase when traveling together brought the smallest ghost of a smile.

”Course you can. M’tired though.”

Nodding, Adore released her hand and Bianca stood, feeling her back protest at the hours spent slouched.

After checking that the alarm was set and brushing her teeth (she’d heard Adore using mouthwash in the other bathroom), Bianca wasn’t surprised to find her already in bed.

She settled under the covers and switched off the light, patiently waiting for Adore to decide if she needed the comfort of touch or just wanted to share the covers.

”Thank you.” Adore’s voice came from a foot away on the pillow.

”Hmmmm?”

“For you know. Not telling me I’m stupid.”

“Bitch. Of course you’re a stupid queen sometimes. Just not about this.”

“And not being weird about this.” The glow of the phone screen illuminated Adore’s quirked lips. “I’m gonna stay up a bit.”

Bianca hmmm’d in agreement, then turned on her side to face her, confused. “Weird about what?”

“This.” Adore made gesture with her free hand that looked like a cross between a one-arm shrug and pointing down at the duvet. “You know, not being judgy and stuff.”

” ‘Stuff’?” She wasn’t usually the one late to the party in catching on.

“Like if I posted where we are, people would freak out about it.”

”…in L.A.?”

Adore set her phone down on the bed. “You. Me. Bed together.”

Bianca was really beginning to feel like Adore was having a different conversation. “We share all the time? Who gives a fuck about it?”

”You know. The fans and stuff.”

Rolling the rest of the way over, she lifted her head off the pillow just enough to squint in Adore’s direction. “I’m not explaining anything to a bunch of idiots on social media. None of their business anyway.”

Adore was silent long enough that Bianca wondered if she’d fallen asleep. Then, “Love you.”

”I love you too,” she mumbled into the pillow. “And don’t post anything if I don’t have a shirt on.”

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