#AHS Fanficton

[horrorstoryfanfics]

Summer To Remember: Part Two

Xavier is so sweet and I feel like he just cares a lot about the people around him. Like especially when he was defending Brooke at the campfire. I feel like he would instantly feel the need to care for you too. 

Okay I’m sorry he makes me soft. 

Warnings: Drug use, swearing, mentions of death, the normal AHS warnings. 

Part One 

We started at the lake, stopping right in front of the docks. Mom droning on about the rules and what we had, stopping lastly on how drowning was the main cause of death. I was completely uninterested until a certain voice chimed in.

"What's second?" He challenged, eyeing my mother.

She didn't say anything as she scolded him with her eyes.

"People." I teased back with a smirk. His lips twisted up as he raised his eyebrows to me, looking back at his friends.

I didn't see the way Mom scoffed as she walked away, but it was only a matter of time until she realized I had the hots for the new counselor.

We all made our way down the path and over to the Dining Hall. Bertie was unloading food and supplies out of the back of a truck.

"And this is Chef Bertie, a Camp Redwood veteran." Mom said proudly.

Bertie smiled as she took the cigarette from her lips.

Xavier casually leaned against the truck. "Dibs," he joked motioning to her and looking over at Ray as he laughed.

Bertie looked over at him laughing slightly, "You wouldn't know what to do with it if you got it, handsome."

Ray, Chet and I started laughing as Xavier was completely taken aback. The shock written on his chiseled features.

"Put those scrawny arms to work and help the lady fill her pantry." She shoved a box into his arms. He took it without a word. "All of you, grab a crate." She rested on the back of the truck and finished her cigarette as we all went to work helping unload the back of the truck.

Ray was still laughing to himself, Xavier bumped him with his crate. "It's not that funny." He sneered.

"Actually it was," I interjected, walking past both of the boys and putting the crate down, bending flirtatiously. "It's what you get for calling dibs on the wrong girl." I winked and brushed my hands off while I walked back out to grab another.

Both boys almost dropped their crates along with their jaws. Xavier's mind was racing but he wasn't quick enough to come up with something else to say.

"Chef Bertie worked here when I was a counselor," My mother said as she stood and supervised us, of course not lifting a finger. "We are so blessed to have her with us."

"I have many good memories of this place," Bertie chimed in, "It's magic up here in the fresh air." She took another hit, "I'm sorry that one bad apple ruined it for everyone."

Everyone stopped and gathered around once again. They clearly tensed up at the slight mention of what happened here.

"The minute I heard Margaret was reopening this place, I was first to volunteer." She raised her hand lightly, then looked over at me, "Well second."

I rolled my eyes, "Hey I had too, what kind of daughter would I be if I didn't." I shrugged.

"A pretty shitty one," Xavier joked behind me, "But lucky me you aren't."

I turned around quickly almost nose to nose with him, smiling. "You aren't lucky yet." I gently pushed his sunglasses back up his nose with my finger.

"Okay!" My Mom clapped, "Let's continue our tour."

I smiled at him once again before following her over to the showers.

"Girls shower in the a.m.,boys in the p.m. Same goes for counselors too." She didn't look back as she walked through and waited for us outside.

Xavier turned over to me feigning a fake look of disappointment,"Guess I won't be able to help you rinse and repeat babe."

"I didn't take you for someone who follows rules, what a pitty." I pouted teasingly as I crossed my arms.  

He pushed his tongue in his cheek before he laughed lightly, shaking his head.

Everyone was clearly disappointed as they looked through the barren wooden outdoor room. There was no ceiling and not even any stalls. We walked through quickly and eventually made it back to the girls cabin and then the boys.

"Girls are red, boys are blue. Don't even try to make purple." She stated as we made our way back out.

I rolled my eyes, feeling another sexual spiel coming on.

"You expect us to be celibate all summer?" Chet asked, not really believing that she was serious.

"Well I'm not banning self-abuse. Although every stroke soils your soul." She said in disgust. "But how could I ever enforce it?" She threw her hands up in defeat.

"It's 1984, Margaret. They're building coed showers in the West Hollywood gym. You ever hear of the sexual revolution?" He looked over to me momentarily, "Sex won." He said matter of factly as him and Ray fist bumped.

"I am aware of the decadence of our era. Women's underwear that shows the buttocks."

"Here we go." I mumbled, crossing my arms and throwing my head back against the cabin door.

"Pornography in your own home," She continued on, "Van Halen."

Montana furrowed her brows and looked over to me, I just gave her a "Ignore her" look.

"I have been fighting the Lord's fight against filth around the world for years. Charles Keating is a dear friend. I was right by his side in Cincinnati during that Larry Flynt trial. And that is why, while still grieving my sweet husband Walter's untimely death, I took a small portion of the large fortune he left to me to buy this camp."

I tensed up at the mention of dad. While it had been years since his death it wasn't something I talked about openly. I shifted my weight and squeezed my arms tightly. It was also something that Mom and I never really talked about together

"I wanted to create a safe, pure, godly and decent place for the children of this country to escape for the summer. It is a dream come true. Now, there aren't many rules but I expect each and every one of you to follow them without exception." Once she finished her monologue she stormed away.

I rolled my eyes yet again, "Don't listen to her." I said. They all looked overwhelmed with how passionate and forceful her attitude was. Unfortunately it's something I've just endured and gotten used to.

"Who's Charles Keating?" Chet asked abruptly.

"He was against porn." I patted his shoulder as I walked away, heading back into the main part of the camp.

The sun was starting to set as the hue of the camp changed to a darker one. The eeiry scene growing once again onto the grounds.

Once everyone brought their bags and things to their respected cabin it was unanimous that we should build a fire. Brooke being overly excited to roast marshmallows and everyone else just excited to get the aesthetic of summer camp started.

There was a fire pit already with logs circled around it, creating a nice seating area. Chet grabbed the wood and threw it in while Ray lit it up. I sat down on a log by myself.

Brooke dug into the marshmallows as soon as Rita brought them over, stabbing them on the end of her stick and happily waiting for it to roast.

I felt the weight of the log shift as someone sat down beside me. I looked over with the corner of my eye to find Xavier giving me his infamous smirk, clearly teasing me again as he scooted closer, our thighs touching gently.

Chet lit up a blunt as Rita swatted at the mosquitoes and bugs that decided to swarm around us now. He passed it over to Ray who took a hit, and then Ray over to Rita.

"I don't smoke that funny weed," She said as she declined his offer, "The only thing I put in my lungs is a Marlboro Red," She smirked as she lit up a cigarette and huffed at it lightly.

"You know that shit will kill ya," Xavier stated.

"We all gotta die somehow," Rita stated quickly. "Any of you ever been camp councilors before?"

We all shook our heads, some stated their no's audibly.

"We just had to get out of LA." Ray said.

"I hear that, I couldn't be in that city another minute with all those gruesome murders going on." Rita stated.

The blunt made it over to me, I took a hit and turned to Xavier. He seemed impressed with the fact I did it.

"Do you want it or not?" I shook it lightly as he just stared at me, the fire crackling in the distance and Brooke talking about how she was attacked by the Night Stalker.

He took it from me quickly, our hands momentarily touching. "Just didn't know that Mommy's good little Christian girl was such a rebel." Half of his face was illuminated by the fire as he smirked down at me.

"Yeah?" I leaned in closely, "There's a lot you don't know about me." I whispered as my eyes trailed down his face, stopping on his lips. I leaned back and directed my attention back to the conversation. Not noticing the hunger in his eyes as our game of cat and mouse got a little more interesting.

"24 years ago. That's when they closed this place down." Rita was about to start telling the story of the massacre.

"Rita," Xavier groaned, "I understand the tradition, and usually I'm cool with that, but our friend Brooke here had a for-real assault, and we're just not in the mood for a bullshit ghost story." He passed the blunt over to Montana.

I looked over to Brooke who was no longer roasting marshmallows, who looked absolutely scared to death.

"It's not bullshit. And there was no ghost," Rita went on, "I'll be honest with you. I've never been a nurse at a camp before and you've never been councilors. So how did we get these jobs?" We all paused listening to her, "That's because anybody that knows what happened here, doesn't want to be here. This is the site of the worst Camp massacre of all time."

I looked down as I remembered the story my Mom told me, about how she barely survived and the reason she doesn't have her ear. Xavier felt me stiffen as he scooted closer, letting me know he was here. "Come on Rita.." His voice grew in annoyance at the fact she kept going.

"His name was Benjamin Richter but most call him Mr.Jingles." She stood up for dramatic effect, "Richter was drafted into the Vietnam War and he found his calling. He had the highest kill rate in his company. He had a nasty habit of collecting trophies from his enemies. Cutting off their ears and cutting them into a necklace."

"Jesus Christ Rita," I snapped, "If my Mom hears you talking about this she's going to lose her shit." My fist clenched remembering how hurt she was whenever she would be reminded of that horrible night. Xavier looked at me with concern, putting his hand over mine in an attempt to calm me down. I just looked over at him, not really wanting Rita to continue in the fear it would set Mom off.

Rita just shrugged as she continued on, "The only job he could get was here, nobody knows why he snapped...but one night he took a knife and slaughters an entire cabin. Ten victims in all."

"You're wrong," a voice chimed in. We all looked over and saw my Mom approaching the fire slowly everyone grew still at her appearance and Xavier's hand left mine. "Alcohol is not allowed," she took the flask from Ray's hand and poured it onto the dirt, "Neither are those funny smelling cigarettes." She looked over to Chet who had it dangling limply in his fingertips.

"So nothing happened here?" Xavier asked, confused.

"No, there was a massacre here. But only nine died not ten." She walked just in front of the fire, where everyone could see her.

"So Mr.Jingles is real?!" Brooke asked, her voice rose with fear.

Mom didn't say anything as she turned her head to the side and moved her hair, revealing the spot where her left ear should be, but isn't. Brooke gasped while looking away, seeming like she was going to hurl.

Xavier's brows were furrowed as he looked from my mom to me, trying to make sure I was okay. I didn't say anything as she continued on with the story I'd heard only once before. She sat on an empty log as she began to go into detail of the events she went through.

"And I thought that will be the end of it," She recalls the trial, "But I can't escape him. And that's why I bought this camp. To reopen it and take all of my darkest memories and make them into something bright."

"Duddee..." Chet shakes his head, "That's heavy."

Xavier's hand graced over mine again as his eyes scanned my face. He wasn't ready for all of this heavy backstory, he didn't even know that any of this happened. Let alone that it followed you your whole life.

Mom dusted off her shorts as she stood, "Alright well, we have a lot to do with the kids coming in two days. And this is the last time I want anyone talking about that horrible night." She walked away into the night as everyone sat still, horrified.

Everyone eventually got up, except for Xavier and I who just sat there a bit longer.

"Are you okay?" He asked, genuine concern gracing his features.

It made my heart tinge how caring he appeared to be. I just gave him a reassuring smile as I nodded my head, "Yeah, I'm good."

He smiled back lightly and stood up, reaching his hand out to me. "Then let's go inside before we catch our death."

I took his hand as I got to my feet, hesitating to let go once I got up. Eventually I did and we headed back up to the girls cabin.

Next Part

Tags: @felicityofbakerstreet

[sadbreadcrumb]

i'm not doing well. i can't eat bc i can't cook or go to the store, even though i go out twice a day to walk the dog. i thought i'd faint today when i was walking him, i guess bc of not eating lol. i can't sleep bc i read fanfiction, only i not so much read it as just scroll through the fic lists trying to find something that will make me happy. i can't really function when i'm alone, it's only with other people that i start doing at least something, like washing dishes. i also only do it when i have to cook for my dog. thinking about doing something that involves effort almost makes me want to cry.

at the same time, i applied to a full-time job for some reason?? kinda hope i fail the test assignment tomorrow. why the fuck would i apply to be a test gamer when it's fucking fighting games or shooters, what the fuck. i had to talk through a video call today, and it was in english, wtf, what am i doing.

also, jaskier from the witcher is the light of my life and i will fight for him, will kill and die for him. i'm watching the polish series now, but there's an episode called 'jaskier' and i couldn't watch it yesterday or tomorrow bc i get anxious bc what if something bad happens what if jaskier and geralt fight what if. i don't want to see him emotionally hurt. i'm listening to burn butcher burn right now and i'm not feeling well. like, they fight, and jaskier is hurt, and geralt?? he has other fucking priorities, and i understand but jaskier is MY priority and i'm bitter i want him happy you know. i'm only watching this stuff because of jaskier, because of his and geralt's interaction and a little bit because of geralt himself, i have zero interest in other stuff. ah.

i'm a mess. also starting to have suicidal thoughts again. it's probably bc i ran out of my medication. which i will only be able to get next week. i just want to read geraskier fanficton and sleep.

[elcorhamletlive]

Meu deus, eu juro achei seu perfil por acaso, procurando fics da marvel. Mas você é a nanasekei do fanficton net? Eu li suas historias durante toda minha adolescência, você é incrível. A sua fanfic de got é a melhor coisa que eu já li. Que bom que parece estar bem

Ah nossa hahhahaha sou eu sim. Obrigada! Eu jurava que ninguém tinha lido aquela fic. Hahahah

[kitakitsune]

we could try

kita.s 

genre: kitaxreader { fluf }

warnings: none

Having a crush with the cold-hearted volleyball captain of your school is hard, not to mention he is your senior too. You often find your self-hiding behind the gym door, watching as he and his members practising or sitting only two tables away from his team in the cafeteria. You always try to get close to him but never been bold enough to give him your love letter. In fear of the embarrassment and rejection, you admire him from far away.

And here you are today, peeking your head over the door, watching the team playing seriously. You never take your eyes off from Kita, the way he keeps his composure and seriousness is something to you. Getting lost in your thought, you didn’t realise someone was calling your name. 

“Oi (y/n). What are you doing in there?” your classmate, Suna Rintarou called you. Being startled by the sudden noise and attention, your eyes meet Kita and for the first time, you stare directly into his eyes. “Eehh!!! Um... i-i’m sorry” Blushing like crazy, you bow and runs away.

“Who’s that Suna? Is she yer girlfriend?!” ask Atsumu curiously, and here Osamu making an assumption, “I think so too, I’ve seen her almost every day, always watching us practice.” feeling annoyed Suna reply to the question “What? Of course not. She is my classmate, and her name is (y/n).” he remembers you were the girl who sits right behind him.“Really? She’s kinda cute, do you have her phone number?” Atsumu asks Suna playfully."Go get it yourself Atsumu, I don't have her number."

Kita, who has been watching them finally decided to speak up “Suna, can you ask her to be our assistant manager?” Everyone went silent, waiting for the captain to explain his sudden request. He continues while picking up the volleyball they use, “If she comes to watch us practice every day, it might be because she’s interested in volleyball, we also need an assistant manager for the team. Ask her to join our club tomorrow.” Suna can only answer with a nod, still wondering why he would let her be the new assistant manager.

The next morning, just as you place your bag in your seat Suna came and told you what the captain has request yesterday. “Kita-san told me to ask if you’d like to be our assistant manager” he said while rubbing his head. “But I don’t know anything about volleyball” you were confused as to why would he ask you to be their assistant manager. 

“It’s all right, I will teach you. You’ll get used to it” he said with a small smile and told you to come to the gym after the class ends. “I’ll introduce you to the team.” Having a fashback from yesterday, you don’t think you will meet them so soon, but you nod your head as a yes and prepare for the lesson.

Time goes so fast and finally, school is finished for the day. Trying to buy more time while preparing your heart from meeting the team you slowly walk towards the gym. You know quite a little bit about volleyball. Seeing Kita plays almost every day got you interested. You never really try to play, but you did pay attention to P.E. class and learn basic things. 

You finally reach the gym as you about to enter, a familiar group of boys already waiting inside. “Are, Is this our new assistant manager?" A tall boy with a blond hair snapped you out of your thoughts and approaches you. "Ah! Yes, I'm (y/n). Nice to meet you” you smile while you enter the gym and Suna introduce you to the team. 

After getting to know each other, the boys start practising and Kita called for Suna. You didn’t know what to do, so you were watching the team plays, no matter how much you saw them it still amazes you how great their teamwork is. “(y/n), because Ren-san went home early Kita-san will tell you what you need to do as our assistant manager.” Suna told you while putting away his phone and getting ready to practice.

“Shall we start then?” Kita looks at you with a warm smile and starts explaining what you need to do. You can’t remember much about what he says because you keep looking at his face. His voice is so warm and calming. “(y/n)-san, are you listening to me?” Kita said to you. “Yes...just a little bit” 

“You don’t need to be nervous. You will be doing this routinely” he tries to reassure you wich works a little. You continue to pay attention to him and start doing your task. After the boys finished their practice, you give them their water bottle and they thank you. Not long enough the practice finished and you all went home.

It's been a few weeks, you and the team getting along very well. Kita seems to be close to you too. Now you realise that despite his cold and strict persona, he is caring towards his members. Which makes you fall even more for him. Every time he plays, you are always amazed at how much he put his efforts in the game.

Once the coach told them to take a break, you approach Kita and gave him his water and towel with adoration in your eyes. This didn't go unnoticed by Suna and Aran. They encourage you to confess your love because it is his last year of high school and you might not see him again for a long time.

“You might want to think this (y/n).” Aran told you while you two sit together at the bench. “I know, but I don’t think he will accept it Aran-san. I’m afraid of getting rejected, I think I would be fine just being a manager.” he looks at you and say ”If you did confess your love, you will either be accepted or rejected. But if you did not confess, then you will get nothing.” Aran stod up and smile while rubbing your head and went to the locker room.

Practice ends and you went home. You think about this for a long time. You love Kita and if there’s a chace then might as well take it. You musterd up your courage and take your love letter from your drawer then put it in your bag. tomorrow you will give your love letter to him.

It’s already luch time, Suna told you that Kita was in the gym and you went there to give your letter. You’re so nervous and scared, what if he reject you? how will you faced him? you can only hope no one was there. You find Kita cleaning the gym alone and went up to help him. “Hello, Kita-san. Do you need help?” Kita stoped and greet you with a smile. “ah! (y/n), Thank you. Can you please collect the balls and put it in the store room?” you nod your head and start to work. 

After you finnish cleaning the gym, Kita handed you a milk box “Drink this, thanks for helping me” he sat beside you, so close that you can smell his colonge. How can he stay fresh everytime? You can feel your heart beating so loud. This is it, you are going to confess now. “Kita-san, I’m-” you hear a buch of noise outside the gym. “Oy Samu. WHat are ye doin’ there?” you whiped your head to look at the door, only to find the Miya twins and Suna in their jacket. 

“Shut yer crap Tsumu, can’t you read the situation?” Osamu slaped Atsumu’s head “Don’t mind us, we were just passing by just continue what you were about to do.” Suna said and walk away with Osamu. Atsumu rubs his head and glare at Osamu. “You too Samu, come with us!" Osamu drag him by his collar. 

“So, what were you about to say? (y/n)” Kita looks at you and wait patiently. “umn, It’s nothing Kita-san. Just forget about it” He look dissapointed "Really? Then there's something I wanted to tell you." He keeps staring at your eyes

"I like you (y/n)"

You're speechless "K-kita-san, please don't joke around." you can't believe what he said, It's unlikely for someone like you to be so lucky like this. "Since when did I joke about my feelings? It's true that I like you. I know that you're trying to get close to me and I find it interesting."

You were embarrassed and trying to hide your red face and feel a gentle pat on your head "Ah, you're so cute (y/n). Say, do you like me too? " Looking up you're face to face with him and finally say "Yes Kita-san, I've always adore you!" he smiles and hugs you. "Thank God, I thought you'd be scared and rejected me"

"How can you say things like that?" he chuckled and say "Well, maybe it's because I wasn't sure about your feelings?" oh please, you were head over heels for him. "Then I will make sure to show you more about my feelings!" he give you his charismatic smile.

Little did you both know, a group of boys were listening to your cute moments outside the building. "Young Love..." Aran sigh of relief "I thought (y/n) will confess first." Atsumu was dissapointed because he loses the bet with his brother "No way Kita-san would let her confess first. Samu, we've made a deal before, don't forget about that" Atsumu dropped his head "Yeah, yeah whatever"

-end-

Note:

Hello, I hope you enjoy my first story. Kita is one of my favorite character from Haikyuu and I wanted to give him more love by making this ff. Since this is my first time writing a fanficton I know it was not the best but I'll try to improve my self and my English. Thanks!

[akatsukinojutsu]

Also I want to recommend you a fic on Fanficton net by "evil mastermind no.1 " that is called "Pain and pleasure"(love the writer) - the only one I've ever read to have a threesome with Pain and Madara (is within the first chapters). Only that is with Sakura, not a oc etc. Maybe you ve read it already but if not i hope you'll like itt^👀🙌🏻

Ah man, I'll just have to blur Sakura out lol, I fine that ship...odd but to each their own. I will check it out!!

Pain needs more love, specifically by me 💦💦

[somuchchaoss]

When Witches Connect Over Literature (Lumity Fic) (Pt 6)

Chapter Six: A Friend To All Is A Friend To None

She had woken up in a dark, void room. No one was around, and the room seemed to pulse in time with her heartbeat. 'How did I get here?' she thought to herself. Darkness grew above her, as shadows surrounded her, all chanting the same thing; "S H E  W I L L  N E V E R  L O V E  Y O U." The voices grew with each chant, to a thundering roar as they screamed, chanted, yelled. She fell to her knees and started to sob. "No...no...NO! It's not true!" but her sob of terror went unheard. It was pitch black. The voices had stopped. And something near her was growing brighter...

"Mittens! Wake up, you don't wanna be late for school." Emira laughed, as she stood above her sleeping sister. Amity jolted up, grumbling as she glared at Emira. "Emira, it's a Saturday. We don't have school." Amity groaned. "Oh, I know. I just knew that it would wake you up." She laughed. "Besides, you got a message from your little girlfriend~" Emira teased. Amity snarled at her sister, and elbowed her in the arm. "Just give it to me and then get out of my room." She grumbled. "Aw, but what if I wanna stay?" Emiria giggled. "Leave or I'll scream." Amity growled. Emiria, not having any fun anymore, handed her the letter and walked out of the room. Amity opened up the letter. Inside was a lot of glitter, Azura drawings, a ripped out section, and a message.

"Hi Amity!

It's Luz here, sorry for the glitter, King insisted it would make the paper better somehow. He's correct. Anyways, I was hoping if we could have a weekend Azura bookclub? Y'know, just us two friends being the best of friends! Ah, wait a minute, Hooty's trying to eat-

Sorry if part of this letter is ripped, Hooty bit some of it. But anyways, I'll be at the Owl House if you wanna do it and we can walk down to the library together!

~ Luz"

Amity's heart skipped a beat, which really isn't healthy, but then again she was a magic being. She folded the letter back up and placed it in her desk. "Edric!! Tell mom and dad that I'm going out with friends!" She called. "Are you sure it isn't your hu-" Edric was about to finish, but Amity quickly sped out the door.

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Amity made her way up the road to the Owl House. Personally, she had no idea how Luz even continued to live there, considering the..."bird" thing. Not to mention that fuzzy demon, and the Owl Lady herself. 'And what? You would rather she live with you, and your parents find her and take her away from you? Pfft, yeah right.' she thought to herself, rolling her eyes. But inside, she was hurt by the thought. She neared the door to find "Hooty" casually trying to kill a bug. Amity shuddered. 'So creepy...' she thought. "Oh, heya there Luz's girlfriend!" Hooty called. Amity blushed deep scarlet. "Say that again, and I will flip your insides out." She growled. "Oooh, I wanna see what my insides look like, hoot hoot." Hooty hooted. Amity stood there, with a bunch of weird mixed emotions. "Hooty, let the dang girl in already." Eda called from inside. Hooty obliged and Amity walked into the house. "So let me guess," Eda started. "You're here to see Luz aren't you?" Amity blushed for the 100,000,000th time in her life. What was she, a gosh darn dragon? "You'd be correct." Amity mumbled. "Great, I'll go get your little girlfriend and then you two can go do...I dunno whatever teens do I guess." Eda said. She walked upstairs to get Luz. Amity huffed, still blushing at the mention of Luz being her girlfriend. She sat on the couch and closed her eyes.

"You're in my spot." A voice said below her. She looked down to see the tiny king of demons, with his little arms crossed and a tiny glare. She rolled her eyes and scooted away from the spot she was sitting in. King hopped up, spun around to find a position to sleep in, and with a yawn and a scratch at the couch, he clonked out.

"Hey Amity!" The familiar voice of Luz called from the stairs. She wore her usual smile that made Amitys heart do somersaults, which should be medically checked out because that does not sound good, but nonetheless. "Hey Luz." She smiled shyly, tucking back a loose strand of hair behind her ear.  "You ready to go?" Luz asked. Amity nodded. She got up and followed Luz to the door. "Don't die and stay safe and all that motherly stuff!" Eda called after them. "Why does she feel the need to say that?" Amity asked. Luz shrugged but was smiling. "Cause she's Eda and she does what she wants."

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The two girls made it to the library, giggling over a joke that Luz had made. To be honest with herself, Amity didn't think the joke was that funny, but she just loved, er, thought the way Luz said it was funny. The two headed into the romance section and sat down on the beanbags.

"Okay, the reason I wanted to call you here is because I wanted to show you something." Luz said, rummaging through the bag she brought. She took out a thick stack of paper, draw stringed together with the title, "By Magic, I Declare I'm In Love (A Azucate Fanficton written by Luz Noceda)" Amity stared at it for a moment before looking up confused. "What's fanfiction?" she asked. Luz gasped. "Fanfiction is a masterful art that can bring two of your favorite characters together or break them apart upon your own will...or in some other cases, for sickos who believe that two band members will hook up despite them having no romantic interest in each other. OR, in my case, to write about the relationship I'll never have." Luz said. Amity blinked. "...What?" Luz shrugged. "Short version, it's basically taking preexisting characters from a show, movie, or book, and writing scenarios that haven't, won't, or aren't confirmed yet. Some fanfics include more shipping, but other times, it's for writers to flex their creative juices." Luz said. Amity slowly nodded, still not understanding what the hell fanfics were (and at this point, so was the author), but she was starting to get it. "So, Azucate is Azura and Hecate together?" Amity asked. Luz nodded. "You're fast." she commented. Amity blushed slightly at the compliment(?) "I wanted you to read it." Luz said, handing the stack to her. Amity held it, studying how some edges of the paper were crumpled or had ink stains on them. She looked up at Luz, who was eagerly awaiting the final verdict. 'Gosh darnit Luz, you're just too cute!' Amity thought. She opened to the first page and started to read...

*LONG HOURS OF READING AND EMOTIONAL STUFF LATER*

"...Luz..." Amity commented after reading the entire 5 chapter story. Luz bot her lip and held her breath in anticipation. "That was...a emotional... journey I just undertook." Amity said, eyes wide. "So... you liked it?" Luz asked. "Liked it? I LOVED it!" Amity grinned. Luz was startled by how happy Amity was. "You...you thought it was good?" Luz whispered. Amity nodded vigorously. "Luz, you should be an author!" Amity said. Luz laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of her neck. "Well...writings just a past time, not something I wanna pursue." She said. Amity shrugged and handed Luz back her book. "Well, I thought it was great," she paused. "Why did you wanna show me it?"

"Well, I was wondering, since I noticed you are really good at art if you could draw some scenes of the story for me?" Luz asked. Amity's jaw dropped. "OF COURSE!" she cried, a little too eagerly making Luz recoil a bit. Amity cleared her throat. "I mean, of course." she said. Luz smiled. Suddenly, her phone rang.

"Oy!" Luz jumped. She looked down at her phone and her face paled. "What's wrong?" Amity asked. "My mom is calling, oh god, she probably wants to facetime, uhhh, quick, Amity, scooch my beanbag to the wall and wrap your head in a blanket!" Luz started ordering. Amity, quickly translating what just happened, moved the beanbag to the wooden wall and grabbed her blanket and put it over her head. Luz accepted the call.

"Hola mamá, ¿cómo estás?" Luz asked. Amity blinked over what language Luz just spoke. "Luz ,mi nena, ¡te extraño mucho! I'm doing okay, baby. How are you?" Her mom asked. Luz bit her lip and squinted a little bit. "Estoy muy bien mamá," she finally said. "solo quería dejar-" "That's great baby, I just wanted to check in on you, after all, I miss seeing your face. I assume camp is going well?" Luz froze, calculating in her head what to say next. "Uh sí, el campamento es divertido, oh espera, ¡por cierto hice una nueva amiga!" Luz grinned, pulling Amity close to her, much to Amity's dismay. "Mama, meet Amity! Amity, this is my mom!" Luz said. 'I'm basically meeting her mom already and this isn't even a relationship!' Amity thought. "Hola Amistad." Luz's mother said. "Uh, um...hola?" Amity guessed. She had no idea what that meant. "She doesn't speak Spanish mom." Luz said. "Ah, sorry about that." her mother apologized. Amity just nodded and crawled over to her beanbag opposite from Luz. "Well, it was nice chatting for awhile Luz, but I need to get back to work. Adiós cariño, mantente a salvo, te amo." Her mom said. "También te amo mamá, intentaré estar a salvo." Luz replied, and ended the call. Luz slumped over in the beanbag, clearly dejected. "Luz?" Amity scooted over to Luz with concern. "No se como decirle que me gustas," Luz whispered. "que si ella no me acepta por ser así. Oh dios, ¡soy un desastre!" Amity blinked. "...What?" "Nothing." Luz said, getting up. "But I think we should end early, I need to...I need to take a nap." And with those words, Luz walked out the door. Amity sat there, letting the blanket slip off her head and just stared at the door. She sighed, grabbed her things, and left as well.

________________________________

Luz made her way back to the Owl House, slowly feeling tired and flustered. She opened the door, not even recognizing that Hooty said nothing to her. She made her way to the couch and face planted into the cushions. "Heya kiddo, glad you're back I need you to-" Eda stopped at the sight of her apprentice. Her weird motherly instincts took over. "Kid," she said softly. "You alright?" There was a grumble from the cushions that Eda couldn't fully translate, but the message seemed to be that of leaving Luz alone for her teen angst or something. "Kid, if you ever need to talk about something," Eda started. "You know I'm always here to talk about anything with yo-"

"I'm in love with Amity Blight." Luz said.

[cruelfeline]

While I guess this is a answer to the Fanficton gods I do wonder what exactly Horde Prime is. Is he a person who just cloned himself over the centuries, is he like a weird A.I that got a human body like Hal 9000, is he a evil spirit? Ah the unanswered lore questions.

Ah, I’ve seen so many headcanons. Last member of a dying race. Eldritch creature who commandeered some gentle spacebats for its machinations. 

Doesn’t matter much in the end; the story works either way, so people can be creative!

I personally enjoy the idea that he was once just a normal man, but after countless millenia of doing what he’s done, he’s lost any and all sense of normal “humanity.” And become this... thing.

[elejahfanfic]

The Vampire Files/4

Fanficton

Part 4

AU story with tvd/to characters, but also with many others from different fandoms like Nick Amaro _Law&Order svu, that I am borrowing here. And Joel Goran from Saving Hope etc.

Main pairing_ Nick Amaro and Elena Gilbert

Nick and Elena are FBI Agents investigating supernatural activities and homocide caused vampires and demons.

Expect witches, demons, vampires. Inspired by X-files, Twin Peaks, and many other shows

tag_ @miguelsbrat​ thank you so much for your support and kind words.

thanks for reading xoxo ★(✿˘▿˘)

and _gifs are not  mine

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆

“Amaro...I’m hit...I...my apartment buil...” Elena chocked, feeling her eyelids drop.

She stood n the midst of a vast darkness. There was a dull spotlight shining down on her.She glanced at her hands and feet, find herself wearing a white shirt and pants, the outfit she wore on the first day she started work as an Agent. What was going on? Fear hit her like a falling tree in an ice storm. The hair on the back of her head stood up. Suddenly it was pitch black. Her eyes could not penetrate the darkness no matter which way she turned. It was a complete shutdown of light, except for the dull light around her. Darkness weighed heavily on her shoulders. The darkness felt as if it was brooding and rotating about her. Muffled voices spelled out from her left and from behind her. A ripple of mocking laughter streamed over to her from the distance. Waves of rejection and hatred swept through her like the heavy stream from a fireman’s hose. She tried to ran away, but  slammed into an invisible barrier.

The ambulance rushed Elena to the hospital. And Nick followed right behind. Seeing her down unconscious kicked him hard. This was not a random attack. The arrows were nothing he had ever seen. But now, his mind was just aimed at one thing- to hear if Elena was going to be all right. And so he ran inside the hospital as fast as he could explaining to the nurses who stopped him who he was, showing his badge.

And the nurses still wouldn't let him go beyond a certain point. He knew it, but something pulled him to go into the OR. She had known her just for a little while and yet for an unexplained reason she mattered to him greatly. He inhaled deeply and then sat down in the waiting area frustrated.He now dialled the Headquarters reporting on the accident.

Not long after Stefan and Valerie arrived. They were already investigating Jackson's murder and with Elena being attacked they found it to be correlated. Nick gave them the whole account of the day and the evening, especially the last couple of hours he and Elena spent before they parted.

"So, you have a clue as to who it might be? Whoever killed Kenner is after Gilbert!" Nick said straight faced.

"It could be, but might not" Stefan replied.

Nick knew that could very much be the truth, as he had read the report on the case Elena and Jackson were working on, which subsequently got him killed.

Would a shaman send strange hitmen using ancient arrows?!

Nick moved away from his fellow colleagues  to get himself some coffee as he knew that the surgery would take a while. He was a very patient man but this time he wished he knew how Elena was doing that very instant.

Stefan notified Caroline, who came storming in.

Rebekah, being the resident orthopedic surgeon of the hospital, talked to the nurses, who gave her the paramedics report.

"How bad is it?" Caroline wanted to know.

"Punctured lung," Rebekah said,"should not be that bad- Gia and Vincent are the best specialist for these types of wounds"

"Seriously- does shit never stop?!" Caroline moaned- as she moved restlessly to the waiting area noticing Elijah talking on the phone mentioning Elena.

"Ah, so this is Nick Amaro?!" she thought sizing him up and then went up to him as he finished his phone call.

"Caroline Forbes." the blonde attorney she said putting her hand out to the Agent.

Nick shook her hand and said ,"Assistant District Attorney Forbes?"

"Yes. But I am not here on official business. Elena is my friend. I am here in that capacity." Caroline explained.

"Right." Nick nodded a little and it seemed she was not going to get anything more. So, the name vulture, really suited him, Caroline thought. Dark, repulsive, but compelling. Elena was right. Something about him was not like she had seen before.

Soon Rebekah joined them, who was now also introduced to the Special Agent.

“Does Elena have any family?” Nick said.

“Yes. An aunt. She lives in New York.” Rebekah replied.”I will give her a call.”

“It is not necessary. I think that the Bureau has probably already notified her.” Nick said.

It was so. Jenna, who lived in New York, was notified by the Field Director, and was on her way. And by the time she had arrived, Elena was out of the OR. Gia, the chief of surgery gave Stefan and Nick the recap of how it all went. Elena would recover.

 Nick asked immediately if he could go and see her, which stunned all of them present.

Gia hesitated as he was not her next of kin.

"I am her partner!" Nick stressed, “I need to see her, please.”

Reluctantly, Gia gave him five minutes. As he left with the nurse, Caroline could not  help herself, "Wow. He like knows her for five minutes and he is already out there?!"

“It’s an FBI thing. Partners have magical bond - it didn’t take him long to bond with her.”

Stefan then had to step in the conversation, "Well, she did invite him for beer and a pool game."

"They definitely bonded." Caroline remarked.

*

Nick walked in the ICU, and seeing her laying in the bed like a sleeping beauty, he wished for a moment it was him instead of her. Where was this coming from? Shock. But he was always so cool and collected. Everyone else was only a fellow Agent. She was so much more. He didn't understand why, but so it was.

"Gilbert," he said and now took her hand, swallowing hard. How and in what moment did she get under his skin, he couldn’t put the finger on.

"Nick Amaro?" Jenna said.

"Yes" he turned around.

A nurse now came in as Jenna just got in without permission, and so to clarify the situation she said to both of them, "I am Jenna Saltzman, Elena's aunt. And as her only next of kin, I believe I have the right to come in!"

"Yes, but you still needed to clarify it with us before" the nurse said.

"I drove three and a half hours to get here, dropping everything - get me the attending” the way she looked at the nurse made the woman resigne trying to explain to her that she could not stay in the room and went to look for a doctor.

"They say she will pull through" Nick then filled her in with the info he got.

"Yes, she will. She is a tough one,"Jenna then said  walking over to Elena taking her by the hand gently, "I am here now."

Nick walked out giving them some privacy. Getting to know Elena's aunt made it clear where she got the feisty impatient part of her personality from. As Caroline said, yes, he and Elena bonded, that was true. He pictured her playing pool and nearly kicking his ass. Inside he said a little prayer for her, his heart wishing all the best.

*

In the ICU, a little while later, Jenna spoke to Vincent about the operation and as he went, allowing her to stay as long as she wanted, she made herself comfortable.

"Elena ,you should not have gone there," Jenna whispered worryingly,"they now know that you exist."

Flashback

Three months earlier, New Orleans

Elena walked in a bar looking for Luis Cyphre.

"Who wants to see him?" the woman behind the bar asked.

"Tell him Angel Heart." Elena said.

The heavily tattooed woman just swayed with her hand telling Elena to follow her.

*

The morning found Nick in the Bureau office. Caroline getting ready for work. Rebekah still sleeping. Stefan waited for his partner Valerie in the diner revising the Kenner-Gilbert case. Elena awake quiet looking at Jenna asleep on the chair. The Agent smiled a little, glad to see her there.

Flashback

Thirty years ago, after Miranda and Greyson's funeral.

"I will look after you and everything will be all right, I promise you that!"- Jenna said to the nine-year old child, who just nodded trying to cope with everything that had gone on-"New York is a magical, and you will really love it there. I so love it there."

And she had loved it there. But the demons didn't go away, nor the fact that she was the first born with the mark of the huntress. Jenna knew it. And she did all in her power to teach her all she had learned about her family and what they were since the beginning of time. At the age of sixteen Elena became a huntress with all the magic passed onto her the first hybrid moon after her birthday.

"Mmmhh" Jenna muffled a little bit as she moved opening her eyes rubbing her neck- smiling as she saw that Elena was awake now waving at her aunt a little.

"Oh, I fell asleep. How are you? Has it helped?" the woman referred to the potions she had given her earlier.

Elena nodded.

"Good. I couldn't give you more till they check you out. It would have been too suspicious." Jenna said.

"I know" Elena whispered.

"So, I met your new partner," Jenna then said, "he looks badass! You skipped a few points. He is so suave!"

Elena rolled her eyes a little. She was not surprised at Jenna's comment.

"He was really cut about you. So I don't really get why he is all wrong." Jenna referred to their conversation after she had returned from Mystic Falls telling her about Nick.

"He is not all wrong." Elena said.

"Oh, you changed your tune. Did something happen? Something I should know about?"

"Nothing happened. But he is right for the job." Elena replied.

"Right. Let me know when you are ready to tell me why he is suddenly all right for the job."

"He is one of them."

"What? When did you find that out?" Jenna couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"I saw the mark. He is Bloodborne."  Elena said.

"The Witcher?," Jenna said in amazement,"but they are extinct, or are they not? Aztec bloodline?”

"Yep." Elena muttered.

They wanted to speak some more, but the nurse came in followed by Gia, who could not believe how greatly Elena had improved. And then, Jenna had to do what she really didn't like much, she took a small crystal ball out of her bag compelling the surgeon and the nurse to let Elena go in a few days to home care.

As they left, Jenna now put her coat on, ready to leave herself.

“You rest and behave. And I will come and pick you up in a few hours.”

“Right. Get me ice-cream.” Elena said.

“You got it.” Jenna said and giving her niece a little wave, left the room, soon crossing Joel’s path carying a big bunch of balloons and an unicorn.

“Oh, please don’t tell me you and Elena made up?” Jenna shot a disappointed look at the surgeon.

“And what if we did?” Joel tilted his head narrowing his eyes at the Professor.

“Damn you if you hurt her again- that is all I’m going to say.” Jenna warned the man, her eyes blazing with serious intent.

Joel was smart enough not to go further into the conversation and now excused himself, walking away.

Jenna inhaled sharply, displeased. But for now she let it be and now went away.

***

A week later Elena  recovered completely. But she had to go on with the pretence of recovery, so she took another two weeks off of work after she had been released from work.

"I hate to do this. But I can't tell them." Elena said to Jenna.

"Maybe they will understand. Try them. I told Alaric, and look how great that worked out." Jenna said.

"I can't. I don't want to drag them into it. And when I am with them I just want to be me, Elena, to have some normality -"

“What is really going on with you and Joel?” Jenna now asked.

“Nothing.” Elena said.

“Really? So what was this whole thing with the balloons?”

“We just hooked up - the night before I got shot.” Elena replied dismissing it.

“So you are not going back there - he slept with that doctor not once , the damsell in distress - the one that nearly had him jailed.”

“Please, you don’t have to remind me. The hook up was just one-off”

“Ok - a bit of meaningless sex never hurt anyone”

"It leaves me so empty afterwards." Elena said sighing a little, thinking of Joel.

Jenna scooped the ice-cream into a bowl for both of them. Her phone rang and she went to another room to take the call.

Elena sat down at the computer, looking at the arrows the forensics have sent over to her. They were of akkadian origin. Jenna, who was a Professor of Demonology, found out that only a secret society would have those in their possession.

The door bell rang and she now went to answer it.

"Amaro?" Elena said as she opened at the door.

"You look really good- I mean- aren't you supposed to be resting?" he said as he walked in.

"I am on very special pain meds. Plus, who can be in bed all day. What's up?"

"You are definitely better."

"There's no time to waste. What have you found out about the Armory?" Elena asked.

"A society of supernatural artifact collectors. Founded by a Lorenzo St. John" Nick replied.

"Right." Elena said happy about the info.

"Stefan and Valerie went to visit them - they are denying any kind of connection." Nick continued.

"Coffee?" Elena offered.

"No, thank you" Nick refused politely.

Jenna appeared from the bedroom and with a small 'hi' adding, "Maybe ice-cream?"

 Nick greeted her back and said no to the ice-cream.

"Ok, guys, I have errands to run," Jenna said giving Elena one of those looks telling her that she had her own lead, "I will see you later. Oh, and Nick - make sure she goes to bed"

Elena looked wide-eyed and emberrassed about Jenna's comment, "Sorry about that. She overdoes her 'mother' role sometimes."

"Well, meds or no meds-she is right. You should be resting." Nick said smirking cutely.

"All right," Elena huffed slightly annoyed and sat down on the sofa,"there, I am resting. Seriously, I am not made of glass."

"No, but of flash and blood." He sat down on the armchair next to her, "why do you push everyone away? You should have seen your friends worried whether you will make it or not-"

Elena did appreciate the concern, but the defensive mechanism she had imposed on herself made her dismiss care she would be given. It was her way of surviving. "I just don't like the fuss. And there is so much to do. I've seen people dedicated to their work, but with you it's an entire new level. You can't hide when the Evil calls your name"

"What?"

"It's something I read. Anyway," she turned to the table with her meds, that actually were vitamins,"Can you pass me that bottle there. And it's time for my pills."

Nick stood up and passed her a glass of water and the medication that were on a chest of draws.

As he passed it to her, she thanked him and in the process took hold of his had,"I do appreciate you waiting in the hospital"-

"You are my partner," but the way he said it somehow meant more the way it sounded.

The door buzzed and Elena now asked Nick to go see who it was. Swinging the door open, Joel Goran stood there. “May I come in?”

“Please” Nick said and gestured to the surgeon to come in.

_to be continued

[illuminatingnun]

hehehee 11 a 8

-mossy

Zdravím😌

8. What are your top three films? Books?

Ah boi here we go: for movies it's the Alien, Želary (it's a great movie and amazing book and I love them both very dearly.) and And then we danced (😔👌🏻). Wholeheartedly recommend all of them. So good. So good.

For books it could be anything about Rogan from Juraj Červenák (slavic historical fantasy, kinda gory, very good, pretty fun actually. Written in Slovak and also translated into Czech:)). Jozova Hanule by Květa Legátová (I already said that I love both the movie, Želary, and the book, even tho I only read this one and this the whole anthology because I can't find it anywhere) and All quiet in the western front by Remarque (I think that's the name in English) are there too, but so are many other books and stories and I just can't pick my favourites - The Inkworld by Cornelia Funke, for example. It did a lot to me.

11. What character archetype or trope is your favourite?

Ah. Well. Seems like I enjoy reading about hardened solitary warriors that actually have a soft center and are gentle, faithful and courageous. Like. They may act mean and like a proper wanker, but I'd have them look after my drink, you know? I don't think that I have a specific favourite trope, but I love, and I really mean it, love reading fucked-up relationships, just to see how the characters work it out. Be it separation, forced cohabitation, Ian McEwan (that's a thing all on it's own. But really, First Kiss, Last Rites (??) were amazing), anything, I love to see them work it out. Dustfinger form Inkworld is someone by whom I've been fascinated for years and still he holds a very special place in my heart. Just. Aaaaaaaaaaa i don't know, I'm not even sure if this all makes sense. Anyway

(We're not talking about fanfictons. My ao3 history is between me and God, and even He rather lowers his gaze than to examine it.)

Take care🌱

[sketchingdeer]

“I’m sorry friend. I couldn’t save you.”

I really need RandL apocalypse au fanficton to read D: AH!

Help! D:

[fenokey]

Im having such a hard time motivating myself to draw, when before i used to draw everyday back in highschool. And that wasnt too long ago, i graduated last may. But sense then ive been struggling. Any advice?

Honestly i’m the worst person to ask this because i’m still somewhat dealing with an artblock right now aH///

Maybe try to get into a fandom, or read fanfictons and all to get inspired, it’s also nice to completly switch materials! like try doing tradtional with markers or watercolors etc!

[cibernordestinos]

Aumentado, recriado, mas verdadeiro... Fanfic e Games na Educação.

aaaaala galera tudo “belê” com vocês?

Mais uma semana juntinhos para desbravar mais um capítulo dessa cibercultura que tanto nos encanta. Assim como na semana passada, o tema de hoje é o sonho de todo estudante. Quer saber qual é? Então, vem com a agente.

Já imaginou usar aquele game divertido em sala de aula (sem ser escondido) e ainda aprender com ele? Ou ainda recriar os clássicos literários e cinematográficos dando a eles um novo sentido, e até mesmo um novo fim? 

Não, isso não é coisa do filme “De volta para o futuro”, isso já uma realidade de muitas salas de aula.Alguns professores tem utilizado os games, principalmente aqueles de realidade aumentada, e as FanFicton a fim de facilitar o aprendizado dos alunos. Peraê! Estudar com Games? Realidade aumentada? FanFicton? Tudo isso na escola? Calma! Veja só como acontece!

Primeiro vamos falar da realidade aumentada. É um ambiente onde somos imersos, a partir de ferramentas computacionais, a uma sobreposição de objetos digitais ao mundo real. A realidade aumentada nos faz enxergar, por meio de eletrônicos uma “nova realidade”. Bugou? Explico mais!

Quem não conhece Pokémom Go? Quem nunca vagou pelo pátio da escola ou até mesmo pela rua em busca de um pokémom?

Tá! não vamos Julgar! Mas...

Então, voltando! Está aí um bom exemplo de um jogo de realidade aumentada. Por ser de fácil acesso (basta um tablet ou smartphone) e despertar o interesse de crianças e adolescentes a realidade aumentada tem sido utilizada por professores. Imaginem ter ilustrações que recriam a vida e “saltam” do livro! (estudar o corpo humano em biologia) Interagir com elementos da tabela periódica (que só Jesus sabe o quando é complicada a química da vida). Treinar os elementos de cartografia (localização) com Pokémon GO! Tudo isso é possível! Ta gostando? Veja mais!

Vey! Já tô de cara com essa parada e você diz que tem mais?

 Sim! Ainda tem as FanFiction! As fanfics, como também são chamadas, são ficções criadas por fãs, onde eles pegam a história (sentido) ou um personagem e criam uma nova história dando um novo sentido, fazendo um novo fim.  MDS! Quer dizer que posso fazer um novo final para aquele livro/filme que tanto me marcou? Sim, você deve!

 Caso você não faça uma FIC (recomendamos que faça) você pode ler de outras pessoas, ou até mesmo editar as FIC de outros. Por mais que não pareça, ao ler as FIC e escrevê-las, estamos trabalhando os gêneros textuais, a produção de textos etc.

 Você já deve estar pensando naquele argumento: “Ei pai, O Sr. Vive dizendo para eu parar de jogar e ir estudar, mas vi no melhor blog do Brasil que também posso aprender jogando”. Calma, Jovem!

 De fato podemos aprender jogando, mas para isso precisamos direcionar o nosso aprendizado, e ninguém melhor para nos ajudar do que o nosso professor. Então, fale com ele! Mostre essa nova realidade, quem sabe as suas aulas não ficam mais divertidas!!

 Ah, também mostrem aos pais de vocês para que eles entendam um pouco mais. E caso vocês produzam alguma FanFic compartilhe conosco, a final de contas, também somos fãs!!!

Até a próxima...

[tswiftandtsn]

Me: Ah well I’ll turn in this paper late too whatever time to read Markuardo fanficton.

[kingdomheartsloversstuff]

So, I’m thinking of joining AO3 to promote some of my stuff on Fanficton. Is it worth it? I know I asked this on FF, but I don’t know if you got it.

Ah I'm so sorry I've been working a ton of hours and haven't really been checking notifications from ff or my email at all. As for joining AO3 if you can I would recommend it. Some fics of mine are read way more on AO3 then ff and I find AO3 is a lot easier to use and you can tag your fic unlike on AO3. I've found I prefer AO3 massively over ff.