#Fanfic: Wynonna Earp

[dsalinaplays]

Ngl I'd actually like to see how much I've read this year.

[warriornunusa]

@tubi

[no-dominion-eyes]

Ok been a while since I promoted this story on tumblr but I wanted to do it now cos I've done some more chapters. It's a realworld AU of a Wayhaught story.

Nicole has run away from a hidden and dangerous past life and ends up staying with an anarchist activist collective who offer her a room. That activist collective is called Peacemaker, and is run by one Wynonna Earp.

We have romance, we have sex and we have so much angst it's like a flippin telenovella up in here.

“I moved in while you were asleep.”  “Why?” Nicole distractedly searched a shelf in the wardrobe for something else to wear. All she could find were a set of men’s checked pyjamas that were much too big but would have to do. It was a stark reminder that nothing in this place belonged to her.  “To make sure you were ok?” Waverly replied, as if this should be obvious. Did Waverly think she couldn’t be trusted?

[theveganearper]

My Controversial Smut-Take:

Smut has become a thing that can either make a fic or break a fic for me. Even as an author, I am guilty of “breaking a fic” with smut. Now that I’ve been reading and writing a bit longer, here’s my biggest controversial (maybe) smut-take.

Note: This does not imply to fics that are actual smut fics. That’s not what I’m mentioning here.

My biggest peeve is when I’m reading a fic that has a wonderful plot point and then as soon as the smut hits, that’s all the story has become. I’m guilty of this myself, unfortunately. It ultimately made me lose direction in a fic that I wrote, I’m Glad These Roads Led Me To You. I loved writing this fic so much. But the moment I did one smut scene, that unraveled into more smut scenes and then I thrived on the feedback of them and that was great. But I felt lost in the direction of where I was taking it plot wise, and then after taking an even longer break to find some direction, I feel like I lost the plot entirely. I’ll find my way back to it though, with a great planning strategy.

This doesn’t always happen though, and I’ve seen it done very well with a few fics. I feel like when smut is just another part of a fic, it can take a story to new heights. You get the best of the plot with a little smut on the side and it’s a perfect ensemble of a wonderful plot and an incredible addition of written porn, haha.

Smut gets stories lots of hits, kudos, comments, etc. because we’re all humans and humans get horny and well…you get it. I feel like the biggest downfall with smut is when authors, again, like myself, start getting that boost from the smut and then it’s like, “People are really enjoying this and are commenting on this, so let me give them more of this thing that they seem to enjoy!”

But the best part of the story is well, the plot. The plot is what’s keeping me interested. What are the characters doing, how do they feel, what are they thinking, what are they experiencing, where is this all going, where will they eventually end up? I feel like a lot of these questions get lost when smut takes over a story and it’s happened with a fic I recently read.

It had a great plot, great character development, awesome descriptions, and amazing writing. It was the perfect balance of romance and humor and angst and fluff and then smut entered and then I’m like, “Where was this story going before this?” And, “Where is the story going now?”

I’m writing a fic now where there’s smut in chapter 2 (so very early on) and my biggest goal with this fic is that smut has to make sense and only be a participant in the overall story. It can’t just be put in there to make things spicy. It has to just be another note in this song that elevates it, but doesn’t take over and become all that the story is. I don’t want people to start reading this fic and then forget what the core of it is or let it fall off because now there’s more smut than there is character dialogue and story advancement.

This is long and very dragged out. But I just felt like putting this out there because although smut is GREAT (of course it is.) I also feel like there can be a negative side to it as well. So there’s my maybe-maybe not, controversial smut-take. Leave your own thoughts if you feel inclined.

[talas-first-lady]

Sapphic September 2024: Sexy Werewolf

Day 15: paranormal investigation Characters: Wynonna Earp & Nicole Haught Rating: T

“Okay, sexy werewolf.” Wynonna drummed on the console as Nicole pulled out onto the road. “Where do we start?”

Inspired by the last scene of Vengeance but you really don't have to have seen it.

[sweeterthankarma]

iso: mutual aid request

hi friends. long time no post, I've been hanging mainly on twitter lately. I hate to return with bad news-- but, in the meantime, I at least I dropped off a 14k fic bangtan last week!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57304558

I hope you all enjoy this vmin, and stay tuned for some jihope coming soon! (I know, I know, I never thought I'd write Jimin with anyone except Taehyung either.)

basically, I am struggling financially and in pretty much every other way possible personally, and I could really benefit from any and all help. I'm not in a position to openly disclose details due to safety reasons, but let's just say my life is falling apart in nearly every aspect. ha ha :D

below is my ko-fi. even a few dollars makes a difference. I've also linked my fic commissions form, all prices are negotiable! just ask and I'd love to help write what you want to read.

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tldr: mutual aid needed, please consider helping this queer woman with even the smallest of donations-- and get to read a fic of your preference in return!

[michaelsgavey]

twas the night before christmas - wayhaught drabble

a/n : okay.. first off, merry christmas! hope you all are having a wonderful holiday <3 this is the first time one of my works will be published here so why not make my first published work here a wayhaught drabble? but yeah i hope you all enjoy :)

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It was a chilly Christmas Eve, and Nicole and Waverly sat cozily by the crackling fireplace in their quaint home in Purgatory. The aroma of a delightful Christmas dinner lingered in the air, the remnants of a delicious meal they had just finished.

Nicole, with her warm eyes and a genuine smile, looked at Waverly, whose eyes sparkled with love and contentment. The soft glow of the Christmas tree lights illuminated the room, casting a magical ambiance. The two were eating turkey with mashed potatoes.

Waverly leaned in and whispered, "Nicole, this has been the perfect Christmas dinner. Thank you for making it so special."

Nicole grinned, "Anything for you. Christmas is our time, and I want it to be perfect every year."

The two women exchanged a tender kiss, the love between them evident in the quiet moments they shared. Outside, the snowfall painted the landscape in a pristine white, adding to the enchantment of the night.

After the tender kiss, Waverly looked at her wife. "Do you think Wynonna and Doc are having a wonderful night as well?"

"Oh definitely. They both deserve to spend the holiday with each other and Alice. I hope next year they all can return so we can spend the holidays together." Nicole responded.

She nods. She couldn't help but to admire her wife. She truly was a lucky woman. Both have been through so much and it was relieving that their love story wont end. Nicole meant a whole lot to Waverly and she'd do anything for her. And Nicole? She felt the same way.

Once the dinner was done and everything was clean, Waverly did their dishes. She had washed and put the dishes away before cleaning up her own hands.

Meanwhile, Nicole's eyes gleamed mischievously as she stood up and walked towards the vintage record player in the corner of the room. She carefully selected a vinyl record, the soft crackle filling the room as the needle dropped onto the spinning disc. The sweet melody of a classic Christmas song enveloped the cabin.

"Care for a dance, my love?" Nicole extended her hand to Waverly, who looked up at her with adoration.

Waverly beamed and took Nicole's hand, allowing herself to be led to the center of the room. The glow of the Christmas lights danced in Waverly's eyes as she looked into Nicole's, and the two women began to sway to the gentle rhythm of the music.

Nicole, with her confident yet graceful movements, guided Waverly through the simple dance. As they twirled and glided across the wooden floor, the room seemed to shrink, leaving only the two of them in their own world.

Waverly couldn't help but admire Nicole's every move. The way her eyes sparkled with joy, the warmth of her smile, and the love that emanated from her being filled Waverly's heart with happiness. In that moment, the entire world faded away, leaving only the quiet intimacy of the cabin and the enchantment of the Christmas music.

"You're a wonderful dancer, Nicole," Waverly whispered, her eyes locked onto Nicole's.

Nicole grinned, "Well, I have the best dance partner in the world. That's what makes it easy."

As the song reached its conclusion, Nicole pulled Waverly into a gentle spin before ending the dance with a soft, lingering kiss. The crackling fire, the twinkling lights, and the melody of the Christmas song created a magical atmosphere, wrapping the couple in the warmth of their love.

Waverly sighed contentedly, "Thank you for making this Christmas so perfect, Nicole. I love you."

Nicole whispered back, "I love you too, Waverly. Merry Christmas, my beautiful wife."

Just as Nicole and Waverly were catching their breath after their dance, the cabin door creaked open. A familiar voice echoed through the room, "Well, well, what do we have here? Am I interrupting something, or is this just a typical Earp Christmas Eve?"

Wynonna, Waverly's sister, stood in the doorway with a sly grin on her face. Her trademark smirk softened into a genuine smile as she saw the love between Nicole and Waverly.

"Sorry to barge in, ladies. Hope I'm not ruining the mistletoe magic. Just wanted to surprise you all," Wynonna quipped, stepping into the cabin. Doc , Jeremy , Rachel and Alice followed after her.

Waverly chuckled, "You know you're always welcome, Wynonna. It's not Christmas Eve without you making an entrance."

Wynonna winked, "Well, I aim to please."

Nicole, still holding Waverly close, grinned at Wynonna, "All of you care for a plate?"

Rachel raised an eyebrow, "Are you sure we won't be crashing your romantic session?"

Waverly nudged her sister playfully, "Nonsense! You're family. Besides, we have enough food to feed an army."

As the all of them gathered around the table, Nicole dished out servings of the delicious Christmas feast onto plates. Their cozy home became filled with laughter and the warmth of shared stories.

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End.

[roguetiger-ao3]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Wynonna Earp (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Waverly Earp/Nicole Haught Characters: Nicole Haught, Waverly Earp, Wynonna Earp, Doc Holliday (Wynonna Earp), Xavier Dolls, Randy Nedley, Jeremy Chetri, Jeannie Lucado, Rosita Bustillos, Shae Pressman Additional Tags: Musicians, Alternate Universe - Rock Band Summary:

After years of hard work, Posse of Dipshits had finally made it. They had gone from talented dropouts and rejects, to selling out arenas.

Life was good...

Until the moment it wasn't.

[awdlover]

Request me to write any agere fic you'd like!!

Fandoms I already write for:

- Scream

- yellowjackets

- Wednesday

- spider-man (TH)

- Wynonna Earp

If its not on the list thats ok! Ill do research :3

[wayhaughtficrec]

Hey folks, anyone know where to find AO3 author MidnightQuartet? We were hoping to interview them on EFA. 🥰

[dsalinaplays]

You ever get so obsessed with a fandom or ship that you can read no other fanfictions other than that one fandom? Even though you want to.

[aqueerchronicle]

Officially dipping my toes back into writing for the first time in forever!

Send me some prompts for headcanon/ficlets!

[no-dominion-eyes]

New Wayhaught Fic

Nicole has nowhere to go and no-one to help her.

Waverly Earp works in Starbucks and her sister, Wynonna runs an activist collective and is always willing to help (and even more willing to do something stupid) in the name of making the world a better place.

What happens when Nicole's painful history crashes up against the Earp sisters' carelessness and hope?

Writing this now. Chapter 1 just dropped and I have more written so if this sounds like your jam please follow along with me. I'm having so much fun writing this one. Stay tuned for fluff, angst and lots of smut. Only after you earn it though.

[theveganearper]

I have about 6 fics that are in my drafts but the closest one to being done is at around 11 chapters and I wanna cap it between 20-25. Currently only 3 people will have an idea of what it’s about. It’s probably the easiest fic to write just because it’s closer to canon than any of the other fics that I’m writing right now. It’s also the only Wayhaught fic in my drafts where Wayhaught are written as cisgender. Don’t wanna give any spoilers but I’ll let this pic serve as a little hint. I’m super excited about this one!

[socialmediaau]

Will be rewatching Wynonna Earp soon.

Anyone have any fanfic faves they wanna recommend?

[haught4sheriff]

“Hey, this is Waverly! I can’t come to the phone right now but leave a message and I’ll ring-a-ding ya right back. Have a great day!”

The message played for the tenth time as Nicole held her phone to her ear, the familiar voice dripping honey into her mind as she closed her eyes, willing her fiance back to her. It had been two days since she’d made it back to Purgatory with Rachel. Nicole’s leg had started to heal already, though it would be weeks before she could walk comfortably. For now, she walked with a limp, knowing her town needed its Sheriff, especially now. Since returning, she’d worked hard to welcome many of the townsfolk back to their homes, though some remained outside of the Ghost River Triangle, not quite comfortable returning yet. They told the citizens the fires had been put out and it was safe to return, although they were quickly realizing they had worse things to deal with; the town was rapidly filling with demons and the fog continued to occupy the forest on the outskirts of town. So many demons, and they were missing their local Demon Hunter.

Nicole had a few leads on the whereabouts of Peacemaker and vowed to get the Bluntline back for Wynonna, knowing it was the least she could do. She hadn’t realized how much she missed the whiskey-soaked woman, but Wynonna’s absence could be felt almost as much as Waverly’s.

“Hey, this is Waverly! I can’t come to the phone right now but leave a message and I’ll ring-a-ding ya right back. Have a great day!”

The message played for the fiftieth time, Nicole’s angel’s voice bringing her some much needed comfort. She thought she was as lonely as she could get, until Nedley, the only true father she had known, went missing. She’d stayed up countless nights trying to find him, following the few leads she had until they wound up dry. She worked tirelessly until Rachel stopped her at the Homestead one day, telling her she was worried. Nicole wasn’t eating or sleeping. She was barely home, spending nights at the station, hoping the phone would ring with a fresh lead, but it never did. Chrissy was in almost every day hoping for a miracle, but when none came, she started blaming everyone she could think of, including Wynonna. She had been the last person Nedley had been seen with, but Nicole couldn’t even consider Wynonna doing anything to hurt him, despite their less-than-warm history together, according to Chrissy. Nicole just hoped she could come up with a different explanation before it was too late.

“Hey, this is Waverly! I can’t come to the phone right now but leave a message and I’ll ring-a-ding ya right back. Have a great day!”

The message played for the hundredth time, Nicole too drunk to know if it was helping anymore. She’d come home late again, using Wynonna’s favourite coping mechanism to deal with everything going wrong. She’d lost everything she loved, and didn’t know what was keeping her here. She stumbled up the homestead stairs, the whiskey bottle still in her hand, her phone in her other as she listened to Waverly’s voice. God, she missed her so much. After 8 months without Waverly, she never knew she could miss someone so much her heart ached in her chest, forcing her to stop in her tracks. She finally made it to the top of the stairs and opened the bedroom door, collapsing into the messy bed, not even bothering to make it anymore. What was the point? How was she still breathing without Waverly? Would it be better if she wasn’t?

With one more drink from the bottle, she collapsed into a deep sleep, her brain too broken to torment her that night.

“Hey, this is Waverly! I can’t come to the phone right now but leave a message and I’ll ring-a-ding ya right back. Have a great day!”

The message played for the thousandth time, Nicole’s phone held close to her face as tears blurred the picture of Waverly she held in her hand. She hadn’t left the homestead in two weeks, spending the time setting up traps against the constant stream of monsters and missing Waverly. Rachel had been spending more time away from the homestead, gathering supplies but Nicole figured she was avoiding her too. Nicole didn’t blame her; she was a shell of herself and didn’t even want to spend time with herself. At least Rachel could get away.

Nicole looked around the bedroom, the closet empty from Nicole coming home the night before in a half-drunk craze, trying to find Waverly’s white tank top from that first day in the bar. She knew it had to be somewhere, needing it to remember the way she’d fallen for her immediately, getting lost in hazel eyes for the first time. They’d found the shirt a few months after getting together, laughing at their luck of Nicole walking into the closed bar, and the taps to which they’d be forever grateful. Nicole wondered if it would have been better never knowing this love, a love so strong it tore her apart now. No, she shook her head. She’d never regret Waverly. She was the best thing that had ever happened to her, the best thing she’d ever called hers.

Slowly, Nicole rose from the bed, clearing up the clothes and rearranging them just how Waverly liked them, holding onto the hope that her angel would come back to her.

“Hey, this is Waverly! I can’t come to the phone right now but leave a message and I’ll ring-a-ding ya right back. Have a great day!”

The message played for what felt like the millionth time, Nicole’s heart breaking a bit more at hearing the familiar voice.

It had been 18 months since she’d lost Waverly, and now she’d finally hit rock bottom. She’d lost her position as sheriff. She’d lost her love, her best friend, her father figure. Even her cat was gone, and she’d kicked a chicken in front of the entire town, as if that would help anything. Nicole’s brow set with determination. She had to do something. She’d spent months sitting on her ass, feeling sorry for herself. She couldn’t even find Peacemaker. She felt completely useless, and she was done. She needed to get Waverly, and Wynonna, back. She’d do anything.

Nicole set her jaw against the cold wind as she pulled the Homestead door closed, heading to Wynonna’s truck. She slammed the door and shoved it into gear, turning her headlights toward the Clanton’s.

Nicole didn’t know if it had worked. It had been a week since she’d found herself on the Clanton’s porch, teeth chattering, begging them to bring Waverly home. She’d known it had been a bad idea from the beginning, but she’d at least thought it would work, but here she was, still alone, the fire in the homestead hearth doing nothing to shake the chill from her bones as her heart cried out for her bonus blankets, her Waverly.

The sound of footsteps outside the homestead made her jump up, grabbing the shotgun from beside the door. Not another fucking-

What she saw in the blinding light glancing off the snow wasn’t the white monster she had seen around though. She blinked, trying to get her eyes to stop tricking her, but the image didn’t go away. In fact, it got closer. Nicole’s heart raced as she set the gun down.

“Waverly.”