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sailforvalinor · 7 days ago

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For Christmas ficlet!

Harry and Monty, fruitcake

-Rain

This takes place in my fix-it AU, where the Potters live, and Harry has a younger brother.

When Ron and Harry walked into the Potter’s kitchen on a cold afternoon a couple of days before Christmas, they found Monty sitting at the kitchen table, apparently contemplating a fruitcake. It sat on a plate in the center of the table, and a piece of foil sat beside it, as if it had just been unwrapped.

“Harry,” he said, not looking up, “fruitcake.”

“Oh, right,” said Harry, as if that told him everything he needed to know. He took a seat across from Monty, and also began contemplating the fruitcake just as intently as his brother.

“Um…fruitcake?” Ron echoed, bewildered. He studied the dessert in question. Nothing seemed particularly remarkable about it; it just appeared to be a normal round fruitcake—meaning that it looked stodgy and unappetizing.

Both of the boys were too lost in thought to answer Ron’s question. He noticed that while Harry looked excited, Monty had a bit of a grim set to his mouth. After a few seconds, Harry commented, “Looks pretty solid this year.”

“Yeah,” Monty agreed. There was another pause as they continued to think. “Take turns dropping it from our window?” Monty suggested.

“Boring,” Harry said.

“What?” Ron said. Was this fruitcake hexed? Cursed?

“Tug of war,” Harry said. “Tie two bits of string to it, whoever gets the bigger half—“

“—like a wishbone? Like the Americans do?”

“Yeah.”

“Not sure how you’d actually get the string to work…”

Just at that moment, Ginny came in from the sitting room. “What’s going on?” she asked.

“Fruitcake,” Monty said.

“Ah.” Just like Harry, Ginny seemed to think this explained everything. Coming over to lean on the back of Monty’s chair, she also joined them in the contemplation of the fruitcake.

“Just what is going on here?” Ron asked.

“Sparklers,” she said after a moment. “Big ones. Stick a bunch in the top, light them, and—“

“—nobody wins at sparklers, Gin,” Monty said, crossing his arms.

“Everybody wins at sparklers, Fleamont.”

Monty raised a skeptical eyebrow.

Ron felt like he was losing his mind. “Is somebody going to tell me what in the name of Merlin is going on with this fruitcake?!” he exclaimed.

Suddenly, there was a loud CRACK, and with it came James Potter, apparating into the kitchen barely a foot from where Ron was standing. “Rejoice, boys, your fruitcake-y musings are over!” he exclaimed grandly. “For I have—ooh, sorry, Ron,” he said, noticing Ron having to stumble back. He patted him on the shoulder. “I’m glad you’re here though,” he said with a conspiratorial grin. “You’re just in time.”

Ron couldn’t help but grin back—Harry’s dad was just so cool. “With what, Mr. Potter? With the…” He floundered, unsure. “The fruitcake?” he asked tentatively.

James blinked in surprise. “What, Harry didn’t tell you?”

Harry’s eyebrows shot up. “What, you don’t know?” He seemed genuinely shocked.

“Obviously not, mate.”

“Really? I could have sworn I’ve told you about this before…” Harry scratched the back of his head. “Well, the fruitcake’s from our Aunt Petunia. She and my mum don’t talk anymore. She’s kind of…anti-wizard.“

“—not to mention, anti-James,” James muttered under his breath, with a slight grin.

“She sends a fruitcake every Christmas, though,” Harry said.

“Honestly, I can’t tell if it’s meant to be a peace offering or hate mail,” Monty mused. Ginny snorted.

At Ron’s questioning look, Harry explained, “It’s absolutely horrible. It’s like eating chunky glue.”

“You would know,” Monty pointed out innocently.”

“That was a gluestick, and I was five. Anyway, you’d probably know better—you’re the one who always ends up eating it.”

Ron stared at Monty. “Why would you eat the fruitcake if it tastes like chunky glue?”

“Hey, I don’t eat it willingly,” Monty said. “We play a different game every year involving the fruitcake. Loser has to eat it. Or…” He turned slightly green. “Whatever’s left of it.”

“What does the winner get?” Ron asked.

“They don’t have to eat the fruitcake,” Harry said, as if it was obvious.

“Oh.” It all seemed a little bit masochistic to Ron, but he kept his mouth shut.

“Thank you for the explanation, boys,” James said. “Now, I hearby declare that this year’s Fruitcake Game has been decided!”

“It has?” Harry and Monty asked in unison.

“Fruitcake hockey!” It was then that Ron noticed that he’d leaned nine or ten hockey sticks against the wall as they were talking. How he hadn’t noticed him holding them when he’d apparated in, he had no idea. “Had the idea when I saw that the lake was frozen this morning. Encasing this thing in ice will make for a solid oversized hockey puck. I already invited Pads and Moony—Tonks, too,” he added, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “Two teams—I bet your uncles can rig up something like nets—and Ron, Ginny, I’m sure we’ve got some skates that will fit you around here somewhere. Losing team has to split the fruitcake.”

“Cool!” Ron said.

“Wicked!” Harry exclaimed.

Monty, on the other hand, looked greener, if possible. Despite looking uncannily like a smaller version of James (sans-glasses), he hadn’t inherited many of his daredevil tendencies. “Do we actually have to use the fruitcake? Can’t we use an actual puck?”

“As per the rules of The Fruitcake Game—which I made up—no, the fruitcake must actually be integrated into the game for the game to be recognized as a valid Fruitcake Game,” James said, with matter-of-fact glee. “Freezing it might make it a little soggy when we’re done with it, but I’m not sure you could make it taste much worse.”

Ron blanched a little at the thought of eating soggy fruitcake, but it mostly served to fuel his desire not to lose. A glance at Harry and Ginny told him that they probably shared his sentiments, but Monty still seemed unconvinced.

“But Dad,” Monty protested, “did you actually look closely at the lake to see if it was safe for skating? Did you test it?”

“Well…no,” James admitted.

“Somebody could fall through!” Monty exclaimed.

Ron was surprised that Monty was getting so worked up over this whole thing—“worked up” and “Monty” weren’t usually words that went together. Then again, he was the overly cautious type, and, given his alleged track record with Fruitcake Games, was probably facing being forced to eat wet-chunky-glue-cake. A perfect storm.

“I think you’re forgetting something.” James suddenly knelt down in front of Monty and took his face in his hands. Ginny backed away from them a little, watching them with a mystified expression. “You, my son,” James said, with exaggerated solemnity, “are a wizard.” He pulled his wand out of his jacket and waggled it at him. “And so am I. And as wizards, we know little spells like Glacius.” At the incantation, a puff of mist shot out of the tip of his wand and hit the petal of a poinsettia sitting on the counter, covering it in ice.

Monty didn’t look impressed. “Dad, what if one of the Muggles sees you doing that?”

“You, my son,” James said, with the same level of gravitas, “are a wet blanket.”

“Mum,” Monty called, “Dad just called me a wet blanket!”

“Well, he is a little bit right,” Lily’s voice answered from upstairs.

“Mum!” Monty protested.

A moment later, she came downstairs and joined them in the kitchen. “Aww, but you’re my favorite wet blanket!” she said, pinching his cheek. “Does that make you feel better?”

“No,” Monty replied, turning slightly red. Ginny sniggered, and Monty turned redder.

“How was work, James?” Lily asked, as she relented and left her son alone.

James sprang to his feet. “Work was work, he said dismissively. “But you’re just in time, Evans!” He swooped in for a quick kiss on her cheek (to which she giggled like a schoolgirl), then turned to the fruitcake, rolling up his sleeves. “Time for the Fruitcake Game to commence!”

Just as he pointed his wand at the fruitcake, however, Lily plucked it out of his hand. “I’m afraid there will be no freezing of fruitcakes, boys, or any Fruitcake Games at all this year.”

“Huh?” Harry said.

“I…” Lily looked slightly nervous, then continued, “I invited Petunia, Vernon, and Dudley for dinner. Tonight.”

James stared at her blankly. “You did what?”

“But, they said no, right?” Harry asked.

Lily seemed to gather her strength. She straightened. “No, Harry, they said yes. And so, this fruitcake,” she said, wrapping the cake back up in its foil, “will remain untouched and undamaged until tonight, when we will all eat it. Understood?”

Ron watched as the blood slowly drained from James, Harry, and Monty’s faces. Whoa, he thought. How bad are these Muggles?

“Understood?” Lily repeated.

All three of them made affirming noises.

“Good,” she said. “Now, I want this place spotless in an hour and a half—I will not have my sister judging me for my housekeeping, whatever else she may judge me for.” She turned to Ron and Ginny. “You two are welcome to stay for dinner, of course.”

Ron briefly looked over at Harry, whose eyes were frantically telegraphing go! Run! Get out while you still can! “Umm, that’s alright,” Ron said awkwardly. “Mum wanted us home by dinner, anyway. Thanks for asking though, Mrs. Potter.”

As he and Ginny stood in front of the fireplace, getting ready to use the Floo network to get back home, Ron muttered, “I feel bad for Harry and Monty. Being stuck eating dinner with relatives that hate you had to be the worst way to spend the Monday before Christmas.”

“I’m sad to miss out, actually,” Ginny muttered back. “I think whatever happens at that table tonight is going to be far more exciting than fruitcake hockey.”

#sorry this is a bit late!!#I don’t know if this works or not I’ve been staring at it too long 😂#Harry Potter and the untitled fix-it au #and it kinda just turned into potter family shenanigans lol #harry potter #fleamont potter ii #ron weasley #ginny weasley #james potter #lily potter #lily evans #jily

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dizzydancingdreamer · 4 years ago

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“First Lines” | Tag Game

Hey Y’all I have gotten tagged in this a few times— thank you so so much @auroracalisto @mikaelson-emma and, of course, @hellotvshowtrash— I haven’t had much time to read them and form coherant thoughts but expect some soon.

So the rules are you post the opening lines to 20 of your most recent fics— or all the ones you have if you don’t have 20— and it kinda just shows who you are as a writer and it’s just fun!

I decided to include some WIP’s— and expose to everyone who is not @activist-af the sheer amount of fics that I start and then set aside. Please enjoy y’all I got a kick out of compiling this list!

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“Barnes, you’re on protection detail.”

He must be dreaming— he must have fallen asleep with the tv on again. That’s been happening a lot lately; he’s trying to catch up on normal life. On all the shows and movies and music he’s missed throughout the years. He’s trying to catch up. Or maybe he’s just trying to drown out the silence. It doesn’t matter why, to be honest, all that matters is that he is asleep and what he is hearing and seeing are the workings of a bad dream. There was a marathon last night. Yeah, there was. Movies, a few of them. Something about bodyguards. He’s just dreaming about the movies. Right?

(WIP | Persephone’s Symphony | Bucky Barnes)

“Did you pack my dress!” A shrill voice assaults her eardrums as she scurries towards the door.

It comes from a tall, thin, young woman. Her face and fingers are boney, her blonde hair falling in perfect waves down her back. The faintest aroma of honeysuckles and violets wafts off her creamy skin. She is beautiful, her step sister Anna. At least in theory. The sneer on her cherry lips and the hatred in her cerulean eyes, unclouded and accusatory, can’t be hidden by any length of silky dress or ruby lipstick, though. She is ugly, even if just on the inside.

(Posted | The Servant and The Prince / Chapter One | Loki)

The ride to the capitol takes three gruelling days. Each night is spent at a different tavern. It is the same story each time; Estrid and Anna spend the night in a lavish bed and Y/n is left with the horses, curled under her thankfully baggy cloak. It is neither warm nor comfortable, sleeping on the bench seat of the carriage. She never really falls asleep, she only dozes in and out of consciousness. It is almost always interrupted by footsteps or the murmurs of animals or her own mostly empty stomach growling into the night. That one is twofold- usually her stomach is in so much nauseating pain that she cannot sleep but, on the off occasion she can, she is then awoken by the loud roars it makes.

(Posted | The Servant and The Prince / Chapter Two | Loki)

“Please Surtr.”

Her voice rings through his ears on a loop, the most beautiful and agonizing melody that he has surely ever heard. She must be magic- something strong and powerful and like nothing he has ever seen before. There is no other explanation. It had been magic when she appeared to him, literally falling into his lap as if out of thin air. He is the god of tricks but even he cannot do that- he cannot make women that smell like flower petals land in his arms at will. He wishes he could- more than anything he wishes he could pluck her out of his dreams and bring her back to him. But he cannot because that was not a trick. That was something else entirely.

(Posted | The Servant and The Prince / Chapter Three | Loki)

Y/n’s heart thunders as she gazes up at the glittering golden gates of the castle. If she was not so bogged down with bags she would throw a hand over her brow— a futile attempt to keep her eyes from burning out of their sockets. Do they really have to be this glittery? She thinks they are marvellous, that is not the problem. The problem is that she is not marvelous. Not in the slightest. Not worthy of such magnificent, splendid, rich architecture. She glances down at her simple dress— the loose green threads hanging from the side of the garment— she had meant to fix those— is this really where she must stay? Surely there must be a stable somewhere. A barn for animals like her.

(Posted | The Servant and The Prince / Chapter Four | Loki)

“On the balcony,” Frigga calls back, brushing her blonde hair over her shoulders. “We have company!” She adds, seemingly as an after thought— she is too busy pouring wine from a glass feeder into a beautifully ornate cup.

At least, Y/n thinks it is wine. She can smell the fermented berries— sweet and tangy and warming her nose as all wines she has encountered before have— only this wine is a pale violet shade. It is not an opaque rouge, not a barely there chartreuse. Nothing like what she has ever been able to get her hands on by way of bartering or shared celebration. Weddings and births. She takes a seat in one of the golden chairs, trying not to think about how out of her element she truly is. The little details are starting to show though. Not just extravagant pools and marble hallways. Even the food here is luxurious.

(WIP | The Servant and The Prince / Chapter Five | Loki)

She would have never thought it possible. Never. She’s the type to sit at home and crack open a good book. Maybe make a nice cup of tea. Lately she has been finding hibiscus tea to be a nice way to end the night. That’s besides the point, though. The point is that she is nothing like her older sister Jane. She is a dreamer, not a doer. Not a traveller.

Especially not a traveller of space— of foreign planets.

(WIP | Untitled | Loki)

“Are you heading home this weekend?” Lily twirls a strand of blonde hair between her fingers, “Mama told me there’s an event.”

Your best friend lays on your bed as opposed to her own, her legs dangling over the edge. Her eyes are closed, probably halfway to being asleep. It’s been this way since the two of you left for college three years ago, always more in your space than her own. You’re lucky that way, you have a best friend who would follow you across the country if you wanted her to. Honestly, you would do the same. Luckily, though, you decided on only two hours away away from home. Just far enough to find your footing. At least, that’s what you tell yourself.

(Posted | Everything, Everywhere | The Mikaelson Boys)

“Get away from me, Kai!” Y/n snarls, pushing her way through the grill with a huffing witch on her heels.

She had been eating her meal- staring at her meal more like— and trying to ignore the constant buzz of her phone. He was incessant, texting her non— stop as if it would make it all better. After the thirtieth text she had turned her phone off, preferring to look at her food in silence. No text can erase his voice in her head. She means nothing to me.

“Not going to happen, kitten,” Kai purrs, his hand wrapping around her arm and tugging her to his chest, “you’re not going to ignore me.”

(WIP | Untitled | Kai Parker)

New Orleans isn’t all that it was cracked up to be she muses to herself as she winds her way through the tombs. They tower over her, shadowing her with the sins of so many people before her. They’re lonely. That’s all she can think, over and over again. They must be so lonely. There can’t possibly be enough people to visit each of them. There aren’t even any people to visit her, let alone thousands of lost souls. She laughs to herself, a cruel sound breaking through the crashing silence. She is a lost soul.

(WIP | Do You Have A Moment? | Kol Mikaelson)

A little bit outside the city lines of New Orleans, tucked precariously off highway 109, there stands a roadside market. It isn’t too far, nor is it too close; it’s just right, like the porridge in some half assed, uninspired fairytale. It’s nestled perfectly on the edge of the bayou, drawing in just enough business to keep the two girls running it in business. The jam is sweet, the ham is honeyed, and the women have smiles that look a little bit like rain in a drought: necessary for life but too much water on dry soil is a recipe for disaster. It’s all a little bit too perfect. Too clean cut and wholesome. But this isn’t a fairytale, after all. It’s the story of the girl who got away with it and the girl who helped her do it.

(WIP | Hey Tommy | The Mikaelsons)

The Salvatore house has always smelled the same; like oranges and rum. A lot of rum. It is a welcome scent, one that smells almost like home. It will never truly be home, those scents are already reserved in your very essence, but it’s close. You’ll always be happy to walk through their door. Today is no different.

(WIP | Forever and Always | The Mikaelsons)

Kol drags a hand through his hair, his eyes locked on the book in front of him. His eyes wander the page, the corner of his mouth lifting when he skims something particularly interesting. You, too, have a book in your hands but, unlike him, your focus is elsewhere. To be exact, your focus is four feet away, basking in the sun on the lap of one shirtless vamp.

(WIP | Best Friend Things / Part Two | Kol Mikaelson)

“So, love,” a pair of arms snake around your waist, pulling you into a warm chest, “these are the famous pumpkins?”

A familiar blonde head, the one you woke up to this morning, settles against your shoulder. He must be leaning significantly given the fact that he’s at least a good head taller than you. You break the rain spell you had been working on, laying your wand next to your pumpkin starts. That’s the beauty of magic, you can grow in any season. You turn to face Klaus, a soft smile on your face.

(WIP | Pumpkin / Harry Potter Universe AU | Klaus Mikaelson)

The salt clings to her sticky skin, her hair grainy and matted from the surf. Thunder rolls overhead, chasing her through The Cut like. It’s only half past noon but shadows layer the street, casting everything in a dusky gloom. The pavement smells sharp; the rain is coming and fast. She hikes her tote higher on her shoulder and wishes for a moment that she hadn’t dove for as many shells today. She feels like a beached whale with all the dead weight. Business is business, though, and the tourists go crazy for a handmade necklace.

(WIP | Thunderstorm Afternoons | Jj Maybank and John B. Routledge)

She shoves her key into the lock of the Smith’s beach house, turning it with an audible click and smiling when she pushes the door open to the smell of warm pizza and oranges. Try as the boys may, Mrs. Smith’s affinity for essential oils will always prevail over the mass amount of cheap pizza they consume on what is— unfortunately— the daily. She hauls her bag higher on her shoulder, closing the door behind her and thanking the heavens she remembered to pack some of the chicken her mother made for dinner on her way out the door. No Domino's tonight, thank you very much.

(WIP | Sleepovers | The Kook Boys)

“Y/n, darling, come here,” her mother’s sweet voice trickled over her from the front hall, “I have some people I want you to meet.”

She stepped into the hallway, coloured lights pouring over her. It was Christmas time, her favourite time, and everything was extravagantly decorated. Garland lined the grand staircase, there was a tree in almost every room, and, her favourite, holly strung in every doorway. Her house radiated magic, more so than usual, that is.

(WIP | Hufflepuff Princess | Draco Malfoy)

Her feet hit the pavement with careful clicks, her heels— while undeniably killer— a little loud for her taste: a product of her day spent in practice with the other debutante girls. She has to force herself to make her steps light. This isn’t New York, it’s Mystic Falls. Being a southern woman is not a choice; it’s an obligation. A prior commitment she agreed to before she was old enough to truly fathom what it meant. For the most part she loves it— the elegance and refinery, the teatime giggles and flouncing skirts— but the heels? That’s a hard no.

(WIP | Untitled | Kai Parker)

She sighs, her toes burying themselves in the carpet as her arms reach well past her head in a much needed stretch. Her room is dark, the only light coming from her cheap desk lamp. The pounding in her head, for once, isn’t enough to drown out anything that’s happened in the last twenty-four hours. None of this was supposed to happen, it wasn’t supposed to get this far. It was always just a game, wasn’t it? She runs a shaky hand through her hair, her knees wobbling slightly at the thought. Get it together, y/n.

(Posted | The Bet | Rafe Cameron)

Her bubblegum lip gloss attacks him from all the way across the café, cutting cleanly through the aroma of coffee and donuts and sending his heart racing at the obscenely sweet scent. He should hate it. No, scratch that, he shouldn’t think anything of it at all. It’s not in his nature to enjoy things- or to feel things at all, to be frank- but he can’t help it. The drugstore brand, wildly over-scented balm makes his head fuzzy like nothing else.

(Posted | Bubblegum Princess, Cherry Angel | Kai Parker)

I don’t really know who to tag because I haven’t been active these last few days so I am tagging people I have not seen do this yet and if you have just ignore me : @elijahs-wife @draconisxcaput @imaginearyparties @dumble-daddy

#tag game #first lines #WIPs

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spasmsofthought · 5 years ago

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masterlist & rules

rules:

1. I can take requests but that doesn’t mean they’ll be fulfilled.

2. I don’t write smut. please don’t ask for it.

3. I do my best to write gender!neutral readers.

4. I try my hand at many fandoms, my current so far are: ATLA, Marvel, The Hunger Games, and DC, but I am wanting to branch out. I don’t write real person fiction.

Here’s a compilation of all the writing I’ve done so far! Enjoy!

Last updated: 2024.06.22

Avatar: Last Airbender

Zuko:

Series:

Knife to the Chest series (modern spy!au)-

1 /

Rituals Series -

1 / 2 / (2.5)

Drabbles:

Morning

Silence Series -

1 / 2

Standalone/One-shots/Drabbles:

Clean Slate

Chances

Secrets

hometown skeptics called it (modern!au)

for a moment

distance

fractures

truth

OC Writings:

Wild

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Thor Odinson:

Series:

Gilded Series -

Golden / Bronze

Standalone/One-shots/Drabbles:

15 years, 15 million tears (i gave it my all, he gave me nothing at all)

Loki Odinson/Laufeyson:

Series:

Metallic Series -

Silver / Platinum

Pietro Maximoff:

Standalone/One-shots/Drabbles:

find me a way (i’ll be yours in a landslide)

my heart is broken (somebody fix it)

i climbed the tree (to see the world)

Peter Parker (Tom Holland-verse):

Standalone/One-shots/Drabbles:

forget me (not)

Shang-chi/Shang-qi:

i’ll be getting over you my whole life / currents swept you out (high tide cam eand brought you in)

DC Universe

Dick Grayson:

Standalone/One-shots/Drabbles:

flashes

canyon

high stakes

questions

a beginning

there is no fear now

all my nights taste like gold

Bruce Wayne:

Standalone/One-shots/Drabbles:

untitled (interactive/add-on prompt/one-shot/drabble)

grow old with me

The Hunger Games

Mr. & Mrs. Everdeen:

Standalone/One-shots/Drabbles:

love as resistance

Finnick Odair:

Standalone/One-shots/Drabbles:

delicate

lover of mine (request)

Harry Potter

Sirius Black:

Standalone/One-shots/Drabbles:

back for good

Lord of the Rings:

Legolas

Standalone/One-shots/Drabbles:

let there be light (let me be right)

starlight

Top Gun: Maverick

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw:

Standalone/One-shots/Drabbles:

you kiss me in your car (and it feels like the start of a movie i’ve seen before)

Jake “Hangman” Seresin:

Standalone/One-shots/Drabbles:

the risk (is drowning)

Series:

part 1: you fell hard, I thought good riddance / part 1.5: if love was a year, we were june / part 2: split open, i’m going down

Real Person Fiction (written before Tom was publicly announced (to my knowledge) to be dating Zendaya - I don’t write RPF anymore).

Tom Holland:

Standalone/One-shots/Drabbles:

milk + instagram live

flooding

#masterlist

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thetimelordbatgirl · 4 years ago

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Marvel Descendants OCs

Acknowledgment: When Marvel Descendants was first written in 2015, one year after I joined Tumblr, at the time I wasn’t aware of how bad certain things were and while I am aware this is a bad excuse for what I’m about to acknowledge, it’s all I have really for what I wrote into Marvel Descendants at 14-15 as back then, I was into DC’s Kingdom Come and when I saw them ship Nightstar and Ibn al Xu'ffasch (pre-Damien Wayne), I didn’t see anything wrong with it and as a result, used the adopted family excuse for shipping Locket Lokidottir and Theo Thorson. Now that I am older and know more over the years, I wish I had known back then, but I wasn’t deep into Tumblr until December 2014 and even then, it took me until a while back to realize Marvel Descendants was wrong for that, but by that point, book 5 confirming the ship two married in the future, was out and while its too late to fix canon, I try to fix it in AUs and ship the two with other characters. Any other issues within Marvel Descendants, I am trying to fix and hope to avoid in the future as I continue writing.

Description of Marvel Descendants: Marvel Descendants is a marvel version of Disney Descendants that follows The Isle of the Lost, Descendants 1 and Wicked Wold in first two books and mini-spin off and goes on its own plot in book 3, with it now being tied @disneyfan50 ‘s series, Descendant of Loki, starting from the team up/crossover, Daughters of The Trickster, with the series continuing on right now with planned future installments and AUs.

Timeline so far:

Book 1: The Area of The Lost. Summary: Twenty years ago, all villains from Loki to Doctor doom were sent to the lost part of asgard with a shield around it to keep them there and them from ever escaping. The villains and their children now live in total isolation, forgotten by the world. But now there is a price for grabs, Loki's sceptre, could be their chance of escape, but they have to prove their more then willing to do anything evil to get hold of it. In their quest, they also learn, that being good can also help and isn't so bad at all sometimes. Link: https://www.quotev.com/story/6739788/The-Isle-of-the-lost-Marvel-Version/1

Book 2: Descendants: Marvel Version. Summary: Thor's daughter is about to be crowned goddess of lightning when she suddenly requests for the children of the villains to be given a chance at redemption. When their parents give them a task to get hold of the Tessaract so they can take over the world, the children of Loki, doctor doom, Sabertooth, the leader and the Mandarin and the granddaughter of red skull, have their own choice to make, be good or be evil like their parents. Link: https://www.quotev.com/story/6677501/Descendants-Marvel-Version/1

Book 3: Marvel Descendants: The Art of Mischief. Summary: Its been a week after tori's crowning of her title and the attack of doctor doom and the villains kids have been living a normal half term, well, as normal as they could get anyway, but now school is on again, but also, a old enemy is rising in the darkness of asgard, and he is out for revenge on asgard and earth. Sometimes, heroes are born at different points and sometimes, its not a good move to judge someone based on their look or their background.... Link: https://www.quotev.com/story/6814801/Marvel-Descendants-The-Art-Of-Mischief

Mini-Spin Off: Marvel Descendants: Wicked World. Summary: The marvel descendants are back, and good is the new bad in this case, with drama and pranks and mischief and of course, the children of the heroes and villains, this is wicked world. Link: https://www.quotev.com/story/6924709/Marvel-Descendants-Wicked-World/1

Crossover with @disneyfan50 : The Daughters of The Trickster. Summary: When a portal opens unexpectedly in Locket's room, another girl falls out. Her name is Lilith Lokidottir, the daughter of another Loki from and alternate universe. The tides of evil are rising, and at their helm is none other than the Queen of Darkness herself. Can Locket and Lily stop this menace together? Link: https://www.quotev.com/story/6859006/The-Daughters-of-the-Trickster/1

Book 4: Marvel Descendants: The Trickster’s Curse. Summary: Life is starting to go back to normal for Locket lokidottir, daughter of loki, the battle against mariana over, but that doesn't mean that there is not a effect in all of this. There is a curse on the school coming out, and it may be lockets and theos fault, when Loki though falls to it next, locket, theo, tamora and a new ally, lucy selvig, have to find the cure and put a end to this curse before it continues, but who set it? who left it? why is it affecting locket and her father the most? and why does darkness and poison come with it? Link: https://www.quotev.com/story/6984816/Marvel-Descendants-The-Tricksters-Curse/1/

Book 5: Marvel Descendants: Sins of The Past. Summary: Its the year 2032- and things have changed. The X-Men have failed in their one mission: to get human acceptence. Now mutants, metra-humans, off world people and even humans who were assoicated with mutants or could have mutant kids, are either in prison, on the run or killed. Jackie Haller leads a group against this and they have a plan- go back in time to save the future. In 2016, the past is about to commit the one act that makes this happen without knowing it..... The resistance in the future are on a ticking time bomb to stop this event with the pasts help.... ....Or its game over. Link: https://www.quotev.com/story/8099153/Marvel-Descendents-Sins-Of-The-Past/1

Crossover with @disneyfan50 : Untitled. Summary: TBA.

Agent of Asgard: Volume 1: Summary: Well now i have done it- i never thought that in my life, that i would work for heroes- But here i am, Locket Lokidottir, working as a agent for Queen Jane of Asgard, but now, now im in the deep end, i got a crazy version of myself after me, im meeting weird people and theres some plot going on- Why cant i just go back to being normal yet? Link: https://www.quotev.com/story/8471877/Agent-Of-Asgard-Volume-1/1

Crossover with @disneyfan50 and Entity High: Untitled. Summary: TBA.

Agent of Asgard: Volume 2: Summary: TBA.

Agent of Asgard: Volume 3: Summary: TBA.

Agent of Asgard: Volume 4: Summary: TBA.

Spin Off: Siege Perilous: Summary: Being a dragon should mean you should always be able to soar through the air, no matter what- the skies your limit. But what happens when someone tries to clip your wings? Jayla Del'Tazar thought her troubles ended with Mariana Malora- she was wrong. As soon, Jayla finds herself in her own battle against a man named Draeko, a pureblood dragon determined to take her out for her relations, in any way possible. Travelling to Wakanda with Princess Kiara and Jayla's girlfriend, Peregrine Wilson, Jayla soon finds that when pushed to the edge of possible surrender and near death, that sometimes, you have to fight fire with fire...and in this case, that fire is discovering hidden abilities she never knew she had until then, and things only change from there on. Link: https://www.quotev.com/story/11017793/Siege-Perilous/1

Agent of Asgard: Volume 5: Summary: TBA.

Untitled Sequel to Siege Perilous: Summary: TBA.

Book 6: Untitled. Summary: TBA.

Untitled third book to Siege Perilous: Summary: TBA.

Book Set in the Future: Marvel Descendants: Up From the Depths: Summary: Its the year 2032, and the Area of the Lost has existed for more then 20 years as the grandchildren of the villains and heroes now exist and the previous generation have grown up. But soon enough, after a crack appears in a dome and a poisoning of the villains grandchildren at SHIELD Academy happens, its a adventure that soon leads to a truth about the Area and its residents...and how unlike the heroes....not everyone has a good path in life....and may need help more then ever at this point. Link: https://www.quotev.com/story/9912322/Marvel-Descendants-Up-from-the-Depths/1

Locket Lokidottir

- daughter of Loki-

Faceclaim:

India Eisley.

Richard Creed

- son of Sabertooth-

Faceclaim:

Jason Scott Dolley.

Victoria Von Doom

- daughter of Doctor Doom-

Faceclaim:

Raffey Cassidy.

Alex Sterns

- son of The Leader-

Faceclaim:

Ferdia Shaw.

Lucas

- son of The Mandarin-

Faceclaim:

Ryan Potter.

Tamora

Schmidt- granddaughter of Red Skull-

Faceclaim:

Sadie Sink.

Torunn ‘Tori’ Thordottir

- daughter of Thor-

Faceclaim:

Chloe Grace Mortez.

Theo Thorson

- son of Thor-

Faceclaim:

Landon Liboiron.

Lila Creed

- daughter of Sabertooth-

Faceclaim:

Mia Talerico.

Johnny and Jessica (formerly Olivia)

- twins of Juggernaut-

Faceclaim(s):

TBA.

Lizzie Octavious

- daughter of Doctor Octopus-

Faceclaim:

TBA.

Frigga Thordottir

- daughter of Thor-

Faceclaim:

Abby Ryder Foster.

Ravan Darkholme

- son of Mystique-

Faceclaim:

TBA.

Andrew and Ally Amoradottir

- twins of Amora-

Faceclaim(s):

TBA.

Nathan Osborn

- son of Norman Osborn-

Faceclaim:

TBA.

Thorn Sifson

- son of Sif-

Faceclaim:

Spencer Boldman.

Amanda Amoradottir

- daughter of Amora-

Faceclaim:

Sabrina Carpenter.

Devlin Kilgrave

- son of Kilgrave-

Faceclaim:

TBA.

*Maria Stark- daughter of Iron Man- Faceclaim: TBA. *James Fury- son of Nick Fury- Faceclaim: Tyrel Jackson. *Poppy Coulson- daughter of Phil Coulson- Faceclaim: TBA. *Snow Banner- daughter of the Hulk- Faceclaim: TBA. *Luke Walters- son of She Hulk- Faceclaim: TBA. *Riley Jones- daughter of A-Bomb- Faceclaim: TBA. *Mark Hill- son of Maria Hill- Faceclaim: Bradley Steven Perry. *Margaret ‘Peggy’ Rogers- daughter of Captain America- Faceclaim: TBA. *Andrew Wilson- son of the Falcon- Faceclaim: TBA. *Harry Pym- son of Wasp and Giant Man- Faceclaim: TBA. *Nick and Jade Barton- twins of Hawkeye and Black Widow- Faceclaim(s): TBA. *Lauren Howlett- daughter of Wolverine and Storm- Faceclaim: TBA. *Joy Summers- daughter of Cyclops and Jean Grey- Faceclaim: Mackenzie Foy. *Gwen Parker- daughter of Spiderman and MJ- Faceclaim: TBA. *Jessica Storm- daughter of the Human Torch- Faceclaim: TBA.

*Lynn Richards- daughter of Mr. Fantastic and Invisible Woman- Faceclaim: TBA. *Atli Volstaggdottir- daughter of Volstagg- Faceclaim: TBA. *Heleo Fandralson- son of Fandral- Faceclaim: Ross Lynch. *Vio Fandraldottir- daughter of Fandral- Faceclaim: TBA. *Ty Hogunson- son of Hogun- Faceclaim: TBA. *Andrea ‘Andy’ Barnes- daughter of Winter Soldier- Faceclaim: TBA. *Gordon Maximoff- son of Scarlet Witch- Faceclaim: TBA. *Millicent Maximoff- daughter of Quicksilver- Faceclaim: TBA. *Techna- daughter of Vision- Faceclaim: TBA. *Tee Strange- daughter of Doctor Strange- Faceclaim: TBA. *Kiara (formerly Ann)- daughter of Black Panther- Faceclaim: China Anne McClain. *Mick Gold- son of Mockingbird- Faceclaim: TBA. *Charles Danvers- son of Captain Marvel- Faceclaim: TBA. *Brooke Murdock- daughter of Daredevil- Faceclaim: TBA. *Willow Rhodes- daughter of War Machine- Faceclaim: TBA. *Destineva Heimdalldottir- daughter of Heimdall- Faceclaim: TBA. *Jake Amaquin- son of Crystal- Faceclaim: TBA.

*Danielle Rand- daughter of Iron Fist- Faceclaim: TBA. *Toby Masters- daughter of Taskmaster- Faceclaim: TBA. *Kasey Parker- daughter of Spiderman and MJ- Faceclaim: TBA. *Maxine- daughter of Electro- Faceclaim: TBA.

*Alastair Quill- son of Star Lord and Gamora- Faceclaim: Bradley Steven Parry.

*Lucy Selvig- daughter of Eric Selvig- Faceclaim: Saxon Sharbino. *Aidan ‘Acrylic’ Lokison- son of Loki- Faceclaim: Eka Darville. *James Selvig- son of Eric- Faceclaim: TBA.

*Leela Theodottir- future daughter of Theo and Locket- Faceclaim: Grace Kaufman. *Leonardo ‘Leo’ Theoson- future son of Theo and Locket- Faceclaim: Logan Williams. *Luna Theodottir- future daughter of Theo and Locket- Faceclaim: Lauren Boles. *Daniel Creed- future son of Richard and Joy- Faceclaim: Carter Hastlings.�� *Roxanne ‘Roxie’ Thorndottir- future daughter of Thorn and Tori- Faceclaim: Caitlin Carmichael. *Vanessa Wilson- future daughter of Andrew and Victoria- Faceclaim: Kyla Drew. *Jacqueline ‘Jackie’ Xavier- granddaughter of Charles Xavier- Faceclaim: TBA. *Elsbeth Wagner- daughter of Nightcrawler- Faceclaim: TBA. *Zelina Lebeau- daughter of Rouge and Gambit- Faceclaim: TBA. *Octave Lebeau- son of Rouge and Gambit- Faceclaim: TBA. *Cerise Wilson- daughter of Deadpool- Faceclaim: TBA. *Feliks Rasputin- son of Shadowcat and Colossus- Faceclaim: TBA. *Max Summers- son of Havoc and Polaris- Faceclaim: TBA. *Derek Worthington- son of Angel and Psylocke- Faceclaim: TBA. *Paige McCoy- daughter of Beast- Faceclaim: TBA. *Alix Drake- daughter of Ice Man- Faceclaim: TBA. *Screech Cassidy- daughter of Banshee- Faceclaim: TBA.

*Jayla Antoine- adopted daughter of Colin- Faceclaim: Skai Jackson.

*Ella- granddaughter of Elsa (in Auradon)- Faceclaim: Peyton Elizabeth Lee.. *Jamie Sterns- daughter of Alex and Snow- Faceclaim: Eve Moon. *Nike Stark- son of Maria and Lucas- Faceclaim: TBA. *Dove Wilson- daughter of Andrew and Victoria- Faceclaim: Millie Davis. *Tracy Octavious- daughter of Lizzie- Faceclaim: Bailee Madison. *Misty Darkholme- daughter of Ravan- Faceclaim: Morgan Lily. *Alan Allyson- son of Ally- Faceclaim: Ty Simpkins. *Ava Allydottir- daughter of Ally- Faceclaim: Maggie Elizabeth Jones. *Renee and Brandon Creed- twins of Richard and Joy- Faceclaim(s): Kennedi Clements and Jacob Trembley. *Kol Amandason- adopted son of Amanda- Faceclaim: Oakes Fegley. *Usagi Del’Tazar- twin daughter of Jayla and Peregrine- Faceclaim: Sofia Wylie.

#megan's ocs #megan's fanfiction #OC's masterpost #original series OCs

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what2finish · 4 years ago

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sofreakinmanyfandoms Creator Post

(Auctions #1021, #1022)

Creator’s previous works: Here and here.

Link to GDrive Folder of WIP Summaries/HCs/Plot Bunnies Creator is Offering: Here!

you can contact the Creator before bidding at:

email: [email protected] discord: sofreakinmanyfandoms#9155 tumblr: sofreakinmanyfandoms

Likes: Fluff, angst with a happy ending, AUs, A/B/O, Caregiver/little, happy endings.

Do Not Wants: Unhappy/ambiguous endings, smut, dirty talk.

Preferred Charities of the Creator: Any

Full Charities List

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Auction #1

Type of fanwork: fanfiction

Fandom: Marvel, Harry Potter, Avatar: The Last Airbender (series), The Bronze

Pairing(s): Bruce Banner/Loki, Bucky Barnes/Reader, Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark, Clint Barton/Tony Stark, Loki/Tony Stark, Peter Parker/Reader, Steve Rogers/Reader, Tony Stark/Reader, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Lily Evans Potter/Severus Snape, Katara/Zuko, Lance Tucker/Reader

Character(s): All that appear above

Rating: General, Teen, Mature

WIPs/Prompts: Partially published unfinished works: Amulet of Sisters - Peter Parker/Reader I’m Not Alright - Stuckony post-CW AU (only prequel published) Love Across Realms - Bruce Banner/Loki Rebound - Steve Rogers/Reader Smoke, Musk, and Jasmine - Lance Tucker/Reader A/B/O Titled unpublished unfinished works: Baby Girl - platonic Tony Stark/Reader littleverse AU Boy with the Flower Tattoo - Katara/Zuko florist/tattoo artist AU Give Me a Lifetime - Bucky Barnes/Reader Grand Seduction - Loki/Tony Stark remix of AO3’s starsdidathing’s work “Lying (For the Right Reasons)” Keep You Safe - Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark A/B/O Little One - Bruce Banner/Loki littleverse post-Avengers AU Natasha’s Hoard - Dragon!Natasha AU with platonic Clintasha This Means War - Bucky Barnes/Reader and Steve Rogers/Reader; based on the movie of the same title Time Is on Our Side (working title) - Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter time-travel fix-it Untitled unpublished unfinished works: Draco as a parseltongue AU Lily Potter/Severus Snape - Voldermort doesn’t kill Lily AU Platonic Clintasha post-CW partial fix-it Shy!Loki/Tony Stark WinterHawk Captain America!Clint/Normal!Bucky WinterHawk Hawkeye/Pre-War Bucky WinterHawk Shifter AU WinterHawk Winter Soldier!Bucky/Red Room!Clint WinterIron Infiltration Dating WinterIron Dating + Secret Identities

Starting Bid: $5

Creator Notes: I've only included stuff I'd really love extra motivation on, so don't worry about picking something I'd like! Also, anything I have written for any of these will be in my GDrive folder, with the exception of "Love Across Realms," "Time Is On Our Side," and the untitled WinterIron Infiltration Dating fics, as I am working on a collective 50k for them for NaNo2020, and don't want to have to update those files daily. Length will not be affected by bid size, because some of these will just be little one-shots, but I may at my discretion allow the winning bidder to choose a second one-shot if their first pick is very short.

Current Bid Spreadsheet: Here.

Please check what the current bid is at before bidding.

Pids might take a few minutes to load.

Bidding ends on November 28th 11:59:00pm CST. The highest bid before that deadline will win the auction.

Bidding Form: Here.

Please check the Bid Spreadsheet and bid higher than the previous bid.

You will not be notified if you have been outbid. Only the winner will be notified after bidding ends.

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Auction #2

Type of fanwork: fanfiction

Fandom: Marvel, Harry Potter, Avatar: The Last Airbender (series), The Bronze

Character(s): All that appear above

Rating: General, Teen, Mature

Starting Bid: $5

Current Bid Spreadsheet: Here.

Please check what the current bid is at before bidding.

Pids might take a few minutes to load.

Bidding ends on November 28th 11:59:00pm CST. The highest bid before that deadline will win the auction.

Bidding Form: Here.

Please check the Bid Spreadsheet and bid higher than the previous bid.

You will not be notified if you have been outbid. Only the winner will be notified after bidding ends.

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parkkate · 5 years ago

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Thank you for the tag @fleetofshippyships @xx-thedarklord-xx and @dracoismytrashson 💙💙💙 Rules: Post the first lines of your last 10 fics, and tag 10 people.

1. ”I understand we have one more testimony, is that right?” — The Trial 2. “What’s wrong with Malfoy?” — Untitled Hanahaki AU 3. It’s fascinating, really, how in the midst of utter chaos, Potter is the picture of calm. — You Set My Soul Alight 4. Harry gulps, his gaze fixed on the bright red neon sign that seems to be screaming at him to turn around and go back to the Ministry. — I’d know you anywhere 5. “Can we get one of those? Please? Please, please, please?” — Don’t let go 6. Harry looks sadly at the batted trunk standing in the hallway. — Times have changed 7. Draco wakes to the distant sound of pots and dishes being banged against each other. — A picture of rice cake 8. He catches his eye across the hall and pauses. — Now that I see you

9. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Potter?” — Take it or leave it 10. “There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you!” — One thing right I’m going to tag @gingertodgers @keyflight790 @lqtraintracks @drarryruinedme7 @akashikadoesthings @nerdherderette @goldentruth813 @hogwartsfirebolt @dorthyanndrarry @aibidil — only if you want to, of course :)

#fic meme #drarry #:)

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melodious-madrigals · 5 years ago

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1, 12, 18, 29- dance

from this ask meme!

1. What was the first fandom and/or pairing that you wrote fic for?

Okay so the first fandom I technically wrote fic for was Harry Potter, and the first pairing was James/Lily, but I never actually published any of that fic (big yikes tbh, although I've come back to some of it recently because of quarantine). My first "published" fic was on my old Tumblr, and it was this lovely little monster in which I imagined that Minerva McGonagall did not stand for the Dursleys' (or Dumbledore's) bullshit, and decided to raise Harry herself.

The first fic I published on AO3 was for Wonder Woman, and it's called let's try for take two, a Wondertrev fix-it in which Barry Allen decides he's going to save Steve. You can find it [here]. Wondertrev remains the only ship I've reliably written/finished fic for.

12. Is there a trope you haven’t written yet but really want to?

Hmm. I'm a fan of enemies to friends to lovers, and also fake dating. The problem is that I'm absolutely rubbish at out-of-universe AUs for Wondertrev, so for the moment I'm stuck.

18. What is a line/scene you’re really proud of? Give us the DVD commentary for that scene.

Unfortunately, one of the scenes I'm most proud of is not yet published, so I'm going to have to go with a scene in Chapter 2 of [boy-god], where Diana gets home to find that newly-returned Steve has made dinner. Steve then brings out ice cream, and after a bite, Diana realizes it's homemade.

[*DVD commentary voice*] So in this scene, I was really just looking to convey a sweet domestic moment and I was just *itching* to load it full of WW(17) callbacks. I had written this whole, long, character study type thing about Steve and how he was adapting and, like, specific emotions attached to being in the 21st century and his frustration with the coffee maker vs the espresso machine, etc, and then I kind of just...binned it, because it didn't make sense within the narrative I was going for. So I subbed in this little scene about him learning to be comfortable in the kitchen instead, and decided a détente with the ice cream machine was a good way to show that even though he wasn't entirely comfortable, he was adapting, and willing to try new things for Diana. I don't always love my dialogue, but I thought this was a cute exchange, and toed the line between fluffy and snappy pretty well. I hate to label my own dialogue as witty or funny within a fic, because I'm always second-guessing whether it's *actually* funny or whether it just seems like I'm copping out and *telling* you to find something amusing, but "Me and the ice cream machine came to an understanding [...] I told it that I wasn't using it for me, and it let me hit a few buttons without malfunctioning" makes me giggle when I re-read it, because humans holding grudges against inanimate objects is a form of peak humor for me.

29. Send a word and if it's in one of my WIPs I'll give you the sentence. Word: "dance".

«She ends up teaching Sameer a rollicking sort of jig that they dance on her island. The music isn't suited at all, but one of the musicians sees what they're trying to do, and breaks into an upbeat fiddling solo.»

This is from an upcoming still-untitled fic that I feel like I've been working on (very slowly) for forever. It's a fix-it set in 1918, there are cameos by all the Oddfellows, there's lots of angst and lots of fluff, and I've spent a disgusting amount of time researching weird things for it, including board games, weather balloons, and how much barn beams weigh. It's my dream and my nightmare all rolled into one.

#ask meme #thanks! this was fun!#<3 #sorry it got LONG #apparently i like to talk about myself #lenci gives a soliloquy

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fleetofshippyships-archive · 6 years ago

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WIP tag meme

aaah, I was tagged over 2 months ago by @parkkate O.O sorry for not doing this sooner @parkkate XD I’ve been offline for a few months! Just now catching up on everything I missed! but I’m ignoring asks for now because my inbox is a mess

The Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.

I’m gonna cheat and only do this for my drarry wips, since I post everything else on another account now, and tbh I have so many drarrys it’s still gonna be a long ass post XD

Oh man *sweats nervously* I’m a bit of a hoarder in all aspects of my life...I don’t even know where to begin!

I’m not tagging anyone cos I was tagged 2 months ago and I have no idea who has and hasn’t done this and don’t want to be a pain. But if you wanna do it, go a head, and please tag me so I can be nosy and hopefully find someone with a wip problem as bad as my own so I can be less embarrassed XD

Also I’m putting this under a cut for reasons

1. 4th year au idea

Sooooo, right off the bat, I often open a new file to jot down an idea even though I have docs specifically to dump ideas...and then at some point during the process of jotting down basic details of the idea...I start writing it....? This is one such occurrence...but I had to open it to check...and now I want to keep writing it XD

But also yikes it’s super dark

2. ... 4th year au idea

I swear, this is an entirely different wip and I am going ‘wtf’ at myself because wtf that’s confusing! I had also totally forgotten the existence of this before opening it....probably because of the name of it and the only reason I apparently have 2 files the exact same name is that one is a word doc and one is a libre office doc XD

3. drarry character death idea

Soooo, I need to stop turning idea files into wips without changing the names because I actually forget they are wips apparently

Also, I really want to finish this RIGHT NOW IT HURTS SO GOOD GIMME GIMME GIMME

4. Veela fic followup

LOL LOL LOL I’m rewriting my veela fic so I don’t know what the fuck I’m going to end up doing with this XD I might have to try and merge it with the re-write if the story has a similar outcome when I’m done. or maybe I’ll just turn this into its own thing....

5. Veela fic present tense

I really need to get back to working on this, this is actually the full re-write that re-doing the tenses spawned...I was binge writing this before my life went to hell but then my life went to hell and I went offline for like three months and didn’t do any writing or anything XD

although, the last time I looked at it I got the itch to change it back to past tense so who fucking knows what I’ll do with it now

6. Veela fic Draco pov

Curse my obsession with alternate povs of the same story and Draco for being such a good angsty pov

7. Veritaserum idea start

At least this one has ‘start’ in it so I know it is in fact a wip and not just an idea outline XD

7. Veritaserum

So, turns out I started that fic over in a new file and just left the old one lying around XD I do that too often. I should delete that other one...

Also...this better not turn into another ‘Amortentia’ with me unable to think of a fucking title and going with the file name because lame

This is also my first time trying to do god’s eye 3rd person instead of 3rd person pov...also first time trying to do this weird structure thing...I dunno but I like it XD

8. CTS followup

9. CTS sequel

Two separate followups set at different times in the same story verse... I hate myself. I love them both. I can’t pick which one to stop writing so I’m gonna keep them both around and try and make them merge at some point...

10. MMB saying sorry

11. another erase the shame

12. next erase the shame

I work on followups and lose interest so often (usually because people bug me for followups and I get very ‘fuck you’ about it and stop writing them...but I keep them around and tinker with them every now and then soooo they’re still technically wips

13. Tea and Coffee oneshot series (Tea and Coffee, Coffee and Dark Marks, The Cottage Kitchen, next untitled one)

There’s also a present tense version of the first one of those *sweats nervously* first 3 are finished, of course, but my original purpose is lost to them becoming a long fic soo....gonna merge them into one long fic soon...once I decide what tense I like better......kill me now

14. Communion of the Soul (folder name)

This is the sequel to One Touch and this is spread across 5 files because apparently I did that and even though each time I got to work on it I have to figure out which file holds which part of the sequel timeline and which I feel like working on...I have yet to merge them into one file to make my life easier...

15. Crumbling Facade

ugh working on this always makes me want to re-write restraint and actually put in the major plot line, or what was supposed to be Harry’s major plot line before the relationship crap got away from me and I had to cut out all the plot stuff because by the time I got around to addressing it, it started reading like a completely different fic and I had to cut a huge chunk and end it instead, because back then I sucked more than I do now and couldn’t juggle

sooo...I still work on this in starts and stops and then get frustrated for having to stick to Restraint’s chain of events when I have better ideas now for working in Harry’s plot about his damn magic problem and ARRGEHGEHGFVEDHDBVUIOFNBFKDB EFBVJ

I should just let Crumbling Facade take me where it wants to take me and fuck Restraint

16. Potter’s Insatiable Heart

This is my longest wip at 130k XD and I’m stalling now because if I keep going with it where I was intending to go it will end up my longest fic and I’m getting intimidated by the length and how much work it will be to edit that long of a fic so I just go in and write a few paragraphs now and again, get scared of the length and move on to another wip XD

I also periodically binge read this bitch because I love it to death even though it’s severely flawed XD

17. Corset Drarry

oh boy, when I started writing this this I was weirded out by writing a kink I didn’t understand and kind of tailed off and left it...then I did kinktober for voltron and now I’m laughing at myself because corsets and lingerie is so fucking tame after that kinktober list and all the the crap I wrote for it XD

18. Music in the Periphery

Emily bugs me about finishing this a lot...I bug me about finishing it, progress is non-existent because I have a clear plan for it and when I have a clear plan I can’t write for shit

19. Saying Sorry (Round 2) (MMB)

I gotta kick that habit of starting over with something but keeping the first attempt and still working on it parallel to the second attempt, because then I wind up with 2 fics too similar to each other to post both and I’m completely unable to pick which one I like more *facepalm*

Also, MMB is dead if I can’t stop turning the next fic attempts into angst, I just look at that big fluffy mess and want to angst it all up

20. scrapped MMB ficlets - theo’s letter

not technically drarry thought the greater series is drarry...torn between making it mmb or making it its own fic for a rare pair

21. Weather the Storm

*cries* my 6th year war au, I have such plans for this, but the plans get in the way of writing =(

22. Soulmate AU (folder name)

fucking hell, this is 10+ files and I’m not naming all of them, current count is 5 completed versions 60k+ each, 1 incomplete alternate version, all of which I’m seriously unsatisfied with, none of which I can bear to delete, all of which I periodically go and tinker with, thus leaving them all wips i’m such a fucking hoarder but also I have never gotten over all the awful comments that were on the original soulmate fic on ffnet before my purge and now I can’t ever be satisfied unless it is perfect and wont result in such horrible comments again

23. Turnabout (folder name)

Once again, multiple wips in here of the same 60k finished fic I’ve been unhappy with since the moment I finished it and keep trying to fix by starting over and changing things here and there to change the course of the story. Honestly ready to hit the delete button with this one unless my latest attempt pans out, liking it so far buuuut I’m a mess about my writing so who knows

In the Ways that Matter was based off this fic XD

24. Dependency

Oh boy, I abandoned this cos it was so dark I got too uncomfortable writing it...I’ve since started revisiting it after being in the Voltron fandom gave me a new tolerance range for dark content XD

Plan on posting this on anon if I ever finish it, obviously changing the title XD it stopped being relevant after the first 30k anyway

25. Dependency V2

LOL light version of the above that removes most of the dark aspects while maintaining the core plot, but I’m finding it a bit dull XD not sure how long I’ll keep trying to chug along with it

26. *censored title*

hahahaha omg why is this in a different subfolder, this is actually one of the soulmate au ones only it’s actually a spin off au of the original soulmate one I from ffnet and therefore it’s new ground and I’m less unhappy with it

.....I’m probably going to stop working on turnabout today and work on this instead now

(censoring the name because I might post this on anon because I’m too scared to post another drarry soulmate fic under my own name)

27. Retrospection

Sooo, I’m always on and off this fic cos it triggers my anxiety and depression, but fuck that I want to write it so I keep trying XD

I’m also thinking of splitting the two main plots and only going with 1 and using the other to write another story....see if that eases how difficult it is for me to write without self triggering

28. Sequel to mornings

29. Sunrise (loose prequel to mornings)

30. Surrender

I had no idea what this was, opened it and then holy shit THIS BITCH, THIS SLOW BURN FRIENDS TO LOVERS PIECE OF BULLSHIT. I DON’T WRITE SLOW BURN! I DON’T WRITE FRIENDS TO LOVERS. I REFUSE.

but also I really really really love what I wrote so far and now I’m itching to write more *cries* making this list is leaving me with so many open files to work on

31. day 2 ass worship

32. day 3 sensory deprivation

*laughs nervously* the kinktober oneshots that starting turning into a long fic hahahaha cos I really needed more wips

33. Perception of Angels

*wistful sigh* one day I will be able to finish a heavily plot driven story full of fantasy elements and creatures and magic I made up, and when that day somes, Perception of Angels....or that timetravel war au drarry fic idea I have sitting around.....which isn’t on this list only cos I’m not stupid enough to start writing it

So that’s all the drarry files in my wip folder.... I also have heaps more for other ships and fandoms, but I’m keeping that separate =)

And...now I have some writing to go do, cos after 2 months of being unable to write thanks to the bullshit in my life, I started binge writing again 2 days ago =) and opening a few of these to remind myself what they were has a lit a fire under my ass

#*#tag game #wip meme #i have too many wips #and this is only the drarry ones #and tbh there's another folder i didn't check because i'm pretending it doesn't exist #because they're all super plotty things and i do.not.have.the.time #i wish i could feel more secure in my writing so i could just post some of the completed things #and stop messing with them in a vain effort to make them perfect

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sailforvalinor · 25 days ago

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Okay how about Harry x Luna with...decorating for Christmas!

Quick note: this is set within my fix-it AU, where Harry’s parents are alive, and he has a younger brother.

Harry was livid. It wasn’t exactly an unfamiliar feeling—his mood could swing to “unexplainable rage” at the drop of a hat these days. It seemed to always bubble at a low simmer below the surface, waiting to boil over at the slightest provocation.

That day’s culprit was his dad, who, despite having spent every waking moment at the Ministry these past few weeks, was being uncharacteristically tight-lipped on how the search for the escapees from Azkaban was going, dodging Harry’s every question with a practiced ease that he usually only reserved for evading questions about birthday surprises. Harry had somehow managed not to explode at him, but the same couldn’t be said of Walburga Black’s wall sconce, which suddenly shattered and rained glass all over the sitting room’s sofa.

His dad hadn’t said a word—his gaze looked from the broken glass to Harry, an unspoken apology in his worried eyes. Harry had looked away, still too angry to speak, and left the room before he blew up anything else.

He strode through the hallways, ignoring the more cheery voices coming from the different parts of 12 Grimmauld Place. He didn’t want to hear any of it. Outside. He needed to be outside. He quickly made his way towards the front door—

—and nearly plowed over Luna Lovegood in the entry hall.

He stumbled, grabbing her by the shoulders to steady her, as well as himself. “Whoa! Luna. Hi,” he said breathlessly.

Luna, for her part, didn’t look the least bit bothered by almost being run over by a lanky fifteen-year-old. “Hello, Harry,” she said brightly.

Harry, suddenly realizing he was still holding her shoulders, quickly dropped his arms. “Um. Hi,” he repeated stupidly. Why did he say that? “Sorry about that. Didn’t see you there.”

“That’s alright,” Luna said. Harry noticed, looking down at her, that she seemed to have colored her eyelashes—the set on her right eye red, her left eye green. What was that…mascara? He wasn’t sure. “People don’t see me when I’m right in front of them all the time,” Luna was saying. “But most of them don’t apologize for it.” She smiled. “That was very nice of you.”

“Um….right,” Harry said uncertainly. He was never quite sure if Luna was completely unaware of when people were rude to her, or if she just consciously decided to give them the benefit of the doubt.

Luna studied him. “Are you alright, Harry?” she asked. “You look a little pinched. Right—“ she pointed between Harry’s eyebrows, nearly touching his forehead “—there. And here.” She tapped each of his shoulders.

Harry quickly smoothed his features, realizing he was still carrying his frustration with his dad. He hadn’t even realized he was tensing his shoulders. He relaxed them. “Yeah, I’m okay. Thanks, Luna. What are you doing here?” he asked.

“Ginny invited me for Christmas,” Luna explained. “It’s usually just me and Dad, you know…I haven’t spent Christmas with other people since my mum died.” She suddenly looked a little anxious. “Is that alright?”

“Yeah, it’s great!” Harry said, surprised by how genuinely he meant it. “My mum and Mrs. Weasley are making a huge Christmas dinner, you’ll love it. And you can try out the twins’ enchanted poppers they’ve been working on, and you can meet my uncles—well, you’ve met one of them, my Uncle Remus—and you can help us figure out if my Uncle Sirius’ secret girlfriend is real.” He was babbling. Why was he babbling? Luna didn’t look the least bit perturbed, but Harry still felt like an idiot. Just to change the subject, Harry looked down at the bag Luna was holding. “What’s that?” he asked.

“Oh, I brought decorations,” Luna explained, holding open the bag. Inside, Harry saw crocheted garlands—none of them Christmas-colored, like Harry expected, but all of them cool blues and purples and pinks. They had strange objects woven into them that Harry couldn’t identify—beads? Nuts? He wasn’t sure. Regardless of their oddity, they still were pretty, in a way.

“They’re not just to look pretty,” Luna said. “An old house like this is bound to be filled with all sorts of things. These ward off—“

“—nargles?” Harry asked.

“Wrackspurts,” Luna said seriously.

The thought of Luna hanging up wrackspurt-preventative garlands in Walburga Black’s austere parlor suddenly made Harry laugh in a way he didn’t realize he needed—oh, that portrait was going to have a fit over this.

Luna looked at him curiously. “You think they’re funny?”

“No, no, I don’t,” Harry assured her. “I think they’re brilliant.”

They held each other’s gaze then—for a bit too long. Harry felt very strange. She was nice, Luna. Very nice.

Harry cleared his throat. “Um, I think Ginny’s down that way,” he said awkwardly, pointing towards the parlor door.

“Alright. Thank you, Harry.” With a vague smile, Luna floated down the hall and into the parlor.

Harry watched her go, and realized he had a vague smile of his own to match hers. He felt very odd, and oddest of all, he could barely recall what he’d been so angry with his dad about. Yeah…very odd.

A loud clearing of the throat broke Harry from his reverie, and he looked over to see Monty leaning against the front door, arms crossed, with the most annoying of amused expressions on his face. He realized stupidly that he must’ve been the one to let Luna inside in the first place. And had been standing there the whole time.

His brother was clearly trying desperately not to laugh. “What was that?” he asked innocently.

“Nothing,” Harry said too quickly.

Monty raised an eyebrow.

“Shut up,” Harry snapped.

#Monty is highly supportive of all of this but is simultaneously SO annoyed that he’s stealing his girl bestie #also James is not hiding information from Harry because Dumbledore told him to—he knows how stressed out Harry has been recently and is #trying not to worry him more (on Lily’s advice). it’s not working and he figures it out pretty quick #harry potter #luna lovegood #fleamont potter II #james potter #Harry Potter and the untitled fix-it AU #harry x luna #huna

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ed-edward-blackbeard · 6 years ago

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Last Line Meme

@shipperfiendobssesser tagged me in the Last Line WIP meme. YOU ASKED FOR IT.

Long text post, so I’m sticking it behind a “read more”

Fandoms behind the tags: Hannibal, Doctor Who, Gotham, SVU, BBC Sherlock, a couple of Walking Dead, a couple of Xenaverse, a couple of Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon (Live action), Star Trek (TOS), Tim Burton’s Alice In Wonderland, The Following, and some original stories (Not included, because I probably won’t ever go back to them: Supernatural, Stargate, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Deadwood, and Harry Potter.)

Not tagging anyone BECAUSE I WOULD NOT SUBJECT MY LOVED ONES TO THIS. No, seriously. I’ve been working on this goddamn thing for two and a half hours.

Hannibal WIPs:

Ripper!Hannibal: Hannibal picked up the scalpel, hid it in his coat pocket, and followed him in the shadows.

Temple Body (Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham): His presence warded off nightmares and ushered in a calm and dreamless sleep. "Sure, a shower."

There Were Three (Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham): "Excellent. I shall expect you Thursday night, promptly at 8." Hannibal rose when Will did, and followed him out of the office. "Are you returning to the crime scene tomorrow?"

Sanity and Empathy (Hannibal/Will): Knew it as well as he'd known the feel of Hannibal's broken heart, left in the chapel written on a broken man.

No Place Like Home (Hannibal/Will): When Hannibal got back to Will's room, Will was sitting up on the side of the bed. "You just missed the cardiologist; my heart's fine. They're gonna stitch me up and as far as she's concerned, I can go home right now."

Murder Husbands In Denmark (Hannibal/Will): "I can do that, soon as I'm out of the shower." He leaned across the bloody butcher's block and nipped at Hannibal's ear. "Hurry up."

Leather Hannibal (Hannibal/Will): "So I think you like my new motorbike." Will squirmed as Hannibal's leather-gloved hands pressed down against the erection straining his zipper. "But perhaps that is not all you like."

Keeping It In The Family AU (Mischa Lecter/Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham): Hannibal reached out and raised her up, and offered her his elbow. "You're not going to bow to me, Mischa."

I, Profiler (Crossover SVU/Hannibal, Hannibal/Will, Barba/Benson): "I will sign your form," Hannibal agreed. After Barba hung up, Hannibal sighed, and turned his attention back to the sausage browning in the frying pan. "Mr. Barba seems to be at loose ends," he commented.

Hannibal’s Nightmare (AUish, Hannibal/Will): He knows who he is--My name is Hannibal Lecter, and I am a psychiatrist. I am a serial killer, and I am a cannibal.--but that doesn't seem to matter. He is trapped in a place that does not seem to exist, and yet, it does.

Great Escapes (Hannibal/Will): Hannibal placed her plate in front of her, then dropped the fork carefully on the napkin. Once he was out of range, Will let her go and returned to his seat. "Do enjoy your dinner."

Firsts (Hannibal/Will):When the dance--and the music--ends, they're both breathless and ready for more. Hannibal empties his pockets over the balcony rail for the violinist below, then follows Will to bed.

drunken kisses sequel (Hannibal/Will): "I know." And he had. It was almost as if this entire conversation was useless; Will and Hannibal were so much in each other's heads, the answers were known before the questions were even formulated.

Building A New Life (Hannibal/Will): In the back cargo hatch was their luggage, their bloody clothes which really needed to be burned, and a large igloo cooler that carried all their provisions plus a few… special treats for later.

Biokinetics (Hannigram AU, Hannibal/Will): "No, not at all." Will put his glasses back on as Hannibal led the way out of Will's living quarters and into the Institute's foyer.

Original WIPs:

Roxy The Pink Police Poodle: Oh, boy. I recognize Shit Detail. That means we’re going to do something Not Fun. For either one of us.

Paralegal: No amount of whipping furniture at my head can shake the solidity of the facts of the law.

Ghosts of deBerk: (scriptfrenzy screenplay): You want to ask me if I can talk to them for you, but you realize I am not Whoopi Goldberg and this is not Ghost. You know things do not work like that.

Baywood: All the things that you could need, but wouldn't ever think of buying for yourself when the time comes.

The Nature Of Time: The Eternal was confused. And so to experience time, He became a part of it.

Small Things: And if any found it, they did not live to tell the tale because many went out, and few returned, and the ones who did died quickly, without relating what they knew.

Sleep Deprivation: The clock on the microwave read 2:03 AM as Mara heated her second milk of the night.

Sangria Falls: "Put on the shackles, now," Nick repeated, loosening the snap on his gun.

Misty Valley: Rain splashed on the windows, matching the rolling drops of blood that pooled red on the inside of the glass.

Midnight Scratching: . If she was losing her mind, then Poe was trying to console her.

Mars Rover: The air was circulating slowly inside the helmet to stretch out the final oxygen supply, but as soon as they were out of the atmosphere, they wouldn't really need it anymore.

Fall of the House of God: . As it dug itself in, Lamiel planted the seeds for further discontent before going to sleep to gather its strength.

Dymond Family Murders: Fiona's estate contested the agreement when first announced, but has since withdrawn the challenge and given the arrangement its full support.

SVU (Special Victims Unit) WIPs

Cedro Barba (Rafael Barba/Olivia Benson): Turning the box back over to Cold Case, Olivia headed for SVU.

Checking In (Barba/Benson): "I'm no role model, Olivia." He jostled Noah into sobs as he handed the child back to Liv. "Almost twenty years later and I still dream of punching my old man in the face every morning."

Post-”October Surprise” fic (Barba/Benson): "Come on, let it out." She cradled him close, resting her chin on his temple. "It's going to be all right, Rafael."

Dinner With Mami: Rafael just smiled at that, and a little kernel of heat blossomed in the pit of his stomach when she smiled back.

Starbucks: "Three cups, Liv," he reminded. "Three cups of Starbucks all over Armani."

Barba and Benson Dinner Untitled: "I think I like you better all put together. A present just waiting to be unwrapped. Although…" She made an appreciative noise at his bare chest. "I can see the benefit of keeping you naked."

Barba/Benson Vampire AU: “Come on. The blood bank is open by now, and you’ll think a lot more clearly when you’ve fed.” Olivia held her hand out.

Doctor Who WIPs:

Running Up That Hill (9/Rose): Disappointed in Rose,which was even worse for both of them.

1920′s Gangster AU (10/Rose): But there was no harm in looking, the Doctor kept telling himself, and so he continued to pay regular visits to the club.

A Crack In Time (12/Rose): "Rose, is it really you?" he asked, and even his voice was changed, Scottish and hard.

Come Back To Me (10/Rose): The Doctor's words were rushed as he hastened to reassure Rose. "There's only a really tiny little bit left, not even enough to hurt you, or even know it's there. I took all of it out of your head, scrubbed it clean, remember? That's how we met. This is just one tiny little glitch that saved your life."

Doctor John Smith (Tentoo/Rose): John looked steadily at Jackie. "It's a lot to take in. Rose has been through a lot. I just want to make it easy for her, that's all."

Drips (A Coffee Shop AU) (Ten/Rose): It had started, for Rose Tyler at least, with the gas leak that had blown up the Henrik's shop she'd worked at--thank God she'd been off shift that night.

Sunshine and Roses (9/Rose/Jack): The crinkles at the corner of his eyes made his mouth turn up in a perpetual smile, which was accompanied by laughter at Rose's antics.

Light and Dark (Ten/Rose): "We like children, we like them young, they are still light and generous and they want to play!" A few free light specks floated around Rose again, and lit on her hair, on her shoulders. "Oh, we see! You keep him light, he glows when you're with him!"

Part Of Your World (Ten/Rose Little Mermaid AU): He sort of waved through the front glass, and several of the whales flicked their rear fins as a sort of answer before the TARDIS bobbed around and headed back for the Trench and the Challenger descent point.

Untitled Post Impossible Planet/Satan Pit (Ten/Rose): She knew the why well enough, and went in for a second kiss.

Pregnant Rose Tyler (Ten/Rose): "All right. Anything for you, Rose Tyler." And this time, he meant it with all his hearts.

Two Hearts, Two Hearts (Jack/Ten/Rose): "Back in the TARDIS, or else she's wandered off again," was the Doctor's reply. "Didn't know what I'd find in here, so I asked her to wait. But you know how rubbish she is at waiting about, so we'd better go."

Gotham WIPs:

Father Nygma’s Bird Problems (AU, Edward Nygma/Oswald Cobblepot): This time, Carmine’s smile was far more rueful than he’d like. “There’s no way you could let me down,” he answered. Especially not given his own personal history. “Good evening, Edward. Remember, you can call me or see me at any time you like; I am always available to my priests.”

Hello, Old Friend (Edward Nygma/Oswald Cobblepot): Ed gave a negative shake of his head. “That's far too generous, I couldn't accept.” Especially when he had no real way of paying back the kindness.

Mine (Edward Nygma/Oswald Cobblepot): Getting up from the chair, he rapped the table with gloved knuckles. “I’ll swing back by later to see what you decided.”

Cuts Like A Knife (Edward Nygma/Oswald Cobblepot): He was relatively certain that a google search of How to fix the ice-muddled memory of your best friend turned worst enemy would return exactly zero helpful results, so he was going to go with the closest approximation he could think of and adapt what he found to help Ed.

Walking the Tightrope (Jim Gordon/Oswald Cobblepot): Oswald simply nodded. That was fair enough; the agreement was to take each other as they came, profession included. It kept things interesting, to say the least.

What He Needs (Jim Gordon/Oswald Cobblepot): The black eye mask was folded on top, and while he withdrew it with his fingers, he carried it back in his mouth and offered it up to Oswald.

BBC Sherlock WIPs:

Untitled Johnlock #1 (John/Sherlock): "Not important at all. It's common. Any two individuals regardless of gender can have sex, and a portion of those can make love with sentiment behind it. Boring. What is important, what is unique, is the closeness two people share. Especially when one is less than personable, as it were. But you, John, you are what is important. Not how you choose to use an appendage."

Life Form (John/Sherlock): Sherlock did allow himself to blink, and when no catastrophe happened, he relaxed microscopically.

Past Life (John/Sherlock): "Sandals and swords, how exciting. I can certainly see how it would pull one from the realm of sleep."

The Following WIPs:

Sacrifice (Joe Carroll/Ryan Hardy): The ghostly shapes moved like quicksilver behind the mist.

That Night (Joe/Carroll/Ryan Hardy): The heat from their touches made the room-temperature glass seem almost icy.

The Ending (Joe Carroll/Ryan Hardy): The answer that Ryan couldn't give, and that's why this moment, here in this nowhere place, was most important. In this place, the answer didn't matter.

Unexpected Savior (Joe Carroll/Ryan Hardy): Joe disconnected the call while studying his reflection in the mirror. “Dear Ryan, whatever shall I do with you?”

Everything Else:

Untitled Rickyl AU (Walking Dead, Rick/Daryl): So it was as a civilian that Rick rolled up at Carl's school that afternoon.

Wintering (Walking Dead, Rick/Daryl): "Don't worry, Papa Bear. Little Ass-Kicker's in good hands."

Destrus (Xenaverse, Ares/Xena): Well, his great sword through a few puny mortal chests had put an end to that idea

A Friend’s Faith (Xenaverse, Autolycus/Xena): "It's hard to have faith in yourself when you think nobody else does, but it's even worse when you think you've let down the ones who do."

Kunzite and Darkury (Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon/PGSM/BSSM/Bishojou Senshi Sera Moon, Kunzite/Dark Mercury): Both are trapped in the whirlpool at the base of the waterfall, a deepening vortex that sucks them deeper and closer together.

Untitled PGSM (Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon/Bishoujo Senshi Sera Moon, Human!Nephrite/Ami): He was only Nephrite, outcast and human, and he was shamed for feeling gratitude to Sailor Mercury.

Responsibility (Star Trek TOS, Kirk/Spock): No--that was unfair. Jim was not fire, and it was only Spock who burned.

Return To Underland (Tim Burton’s Alice In Wonderland, Alice/Hatter): The Unicorn chuffed nervously, pawing the marble floor while the Lion paced and growled, tail flicking madly.

The Girl With the Tuxedo Kitten (Millennium/Dragon Tattoo series, Lisbeth Salander/Mikael Blomkvist): Blomkvist laughed. "Why don't you take Sally and let her sleep? I'll set up the litter in the bathroom and put out some more dry food."

#my wips #wip list

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motherbearof03 · 6 years ago

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WIPs

All my WIPs, starting with the Harry Potter fandom first, since that’s how I got tagged by @gracediamondsfear

More Than Once In A Lifetime: Hansy with a side of Dramione. This was requested by @trinkisme and I had never considered the pairing before but it seemed to just write itself and I fell in love with the story more and more as it played out. After Ginny is killed in a freak Quidditch accident, Harry thinks he will be raising James alone. Then Hermione and Draco decide to play cupid.

Red Dress: an incomplete Dramione one shot inspired by the song “Red Dress” by MAGIC!

Draco and the Mirror: barely started fic about Draco finding the Mirror of Erised as a first year before Harry did and seeing himself with Hermione as head boy and girl. When that actually happens their “8th” year, he seeks it out again to see if the image has changed and how.

Untitled Hallowe’en Hinny fic: A bunch of fluff one-shot about Hallowe’en with Harry and Ginny as young marrieds.

Untitled fic with Neville as the main character: Neville to college in the states as part of an exchange program and meets a cute muggle girl. It’s barely started and I’m not even sure where it wants to go.

The other fandom I write for is Law & Order: SVU. These are those unfinished stories. Dun Dun. Sorry, I couldn’t resist!

Enchanted: Starts at the end of S18 with the conversation between Rafael Barba and Olivia Benson in her office when he asks if she’s ‘disenchanted’ with him, and goes from there, establishing the relationship all the Barson shippers want. I’ve woven in canon along with my own what if’s, and am currently up to the middle of S19.

Spring Brings New Life: Barba and Benson are in an established relationship and living together when she gets a letter reminding her about eggs she had harvested and frozen ten years prior.

Letters from Noah: This was my fix it after the-episode-that-shall-not-be-named. Noah enlists the help of his “school grandma” to send a letter to Uncle Rafa, asking him if he’s ever coming home. This was done but some people ( @theoofoof ) seemed to feel it wasn’t, so there have been additional chapters and who knows when it will ever end?! 😆

Threats: Benson and Barba have just gotten married and not even her squad knows but they start getting threatening emails from someone who knows.

Untitled Barson Winter Vacation fic: Rafael, Olivia and Noah take a vacation to the Adirondacks. Established, but early relationship and it’s not much at all. This may be incorporated into Enchanted at some point.

Carving Out A Future: This is somewhat a sequel to Overheated, which features Jesse Rollins and Noah Benson, now Barba as the main pair. It started out as a one shot, funny but disastrous marriage proposal but is snowballing into something bigger.

Untitled Christmas AU fic: I don’t want to give too much away, but I’ve taken an iconic Christmas story/movie and added Barba and Benson. No, it’s not It’s a Wonderful Life. Blech. 😖

First Time For Everything: Smut, bordering on porn without plot, in which Amanda Rollins confesses a sexual fantasy to her lover, Sonny Carisi, and he encourages her to act on it.

I also have some non-fan young adult fiction started that is loosely inspired by my teenage daughters and their friends, and intend on taking my More Than Once In A Lifetime plot and turning it into a real novel someday. There’s just too many ideas and not enough time!

Tagging @theoofoof @adrianna-m-scovill and @tribalvipe

P.S. You can find these and things I’ve actually completed on AO3.

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thelionshoarde · 7 years ago

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untitled; obiyuki fic

for obiyukimadness, accidental soulbond

if i don’t stop now i won’t ever stop and i have work to do today, so here, have a couple of scenes from a fic that i may never finish and which, if i do finish, will probably either be scrapped or changed beyond recognition, since the rest of what i’ve written more recently for this stupid thing is pretty different already

what you need to know: harry potter au, seventh year, obi super-sneaky cast a spell to bind zen and shirayuki together without their consent and, wonder of wonders, fucked it up, so now he and shirayuki are all tangled together and shirayuki NEEDS TO STUDY FOR N.E.W.T.S, OKAY?? also there are elements of non-con throughout because of obi’s stupid, stupid choices. (o shit yeah also: i gave ‘em last names)

A clap of thunder woke her from a dead, dreary sleep, and Shirayuki -- without opening her eyes and with a groan of instinctual dismay, heart hammering and wide-awake with a sickening lurch -- slapped her palm desperately at her headboard and her wand in its bolted holster above her pillows.

Merlin, but she wished there was a gentler way to wake herself up.

The silencing charm on her bed curtains, at least, ensured that none of her year mates would strangle her in her sleep. And Prickle was the type of kneazle who could sleep through the entire castle falling down around their ears, so the heavy, warm weight stayed content across Shirayuki’s ankles, attempting to lure her back to slumber with indecent amounts of purring.

Shirayuki, alone, suffered the horrendous alarm spell.

A shift of agitation -- muzzy and sleep-addled, like the buzz of distant wasps -- looped about her sternum, tugging.

“Well,” she told Prickle, rubbing at her eyes and shifting up onto her elbows. “If he didn’t want to be a morning person he should have thought for a moment and realized that casting a highly illegal, highly temperamental soulbond spell on two students who had not given their consent would backfire on him in epic proportions. He can deal.”

After all, the whole thing was his stupid fault.

The agitation mounted, tugging more firmly, and Shirayuki scowled beneath her palm. A headache throbbed at her temples, and she felt sick, shaky, weak. Not dissimilar to how she often felt woken so suddenly, on little sleep, still exhausted and worn from the mountainous work assigned her, but much, much worse and with a significantly more frustrating cause.

Reaching unsteadily for her wand, she forced her wrist to move into a smooth clockwise circle, and then cast, “Tempus,” on the sudden uptick. A clock face wavered into perfect existence atop her wand point, hour hand at four, minute hand at ten.

Nearly ten hours since she had last seen him, and considering the distance -- Hufflepuff Basement versus Ravenclaw Tower, could this possibly have been a worse combination -- between them, it --

Was getting worse.

Last week hadn’t been nearly so bad. But each day the spell pulled on them tighter and tight, cinching them inward, pushing them hard until they were plummeting deeper inside each other, until struggling out, away, apart, became an excruciating exercise.

How bad, she wondered, would this have to get before they fixed it? How many hours would they have before the side effects became unbearable? Exactly how close would they need to be, for how long?

Ugh, it was too early to dwell on it.

A wave of her wand dismissed the spell into a dissipating, pearlescent fog, and she gripped the length of applewood in her fist as though for comfort, rubbing at her chest where she could feel him curled tightly in annoyance, woken by her own slap-dash heartbeat and sudden startlement.

Probably, she should say sorry; should go back to sleep and head into the Great Hall at a later hour, let the ache and nausea and exhaustion abate with his presence; should, no doubt, not have skipped out on performing the second-half of the ritual to end this on the last new moon.

But she wouldn’t, because N.E.W.T.s waited for no witch, and it was all his own fault.

So instead Shirayuki was going to get up, escape from the comforting weight of Prickle, and the soft glide of her warm duvet, and she was going to get dressed, and make certain that her robes were not on inside-out this time, and then Shirayuki was going to get some studying done, and to hell with Obi Karasu and this stupid, stupid soulbond.

If the agitation prickling along the barrier of her ribs eased, soothed, turned rueful and fond in response to whatever involuntary feelings of apology and guilt Shirayuki may or may not have felt at waking him up at 4:50 in the morning, then she just sniffed, annoyed, and ignored it, because she wasn’t going to say she was sorry, and if he knew that she was then that was cheating and did not count.

“This sucks,” Shirayuki told Prickle, who opened one glittering green eye and yawned, teeth gleaming, plumed tail twitching, and entirely without sympathy.

Quidditch.

Stupid, stupid quidditch.

Slumped in an armchair in the library hours later, Shirayuki glared blearily at the quill clenched between her fingers. The ink on the nib had long since dried, and Yuzuri, at this point, had both elbows on the table, chin cradled between her palms, watching her with interest.

“You know...”

“I do, actually, know a lot of things,” Shirayuki interrupted desperately. “What I do not know is how I’m going to get any work done if he insists on flying about every morning.”

Yuzuri snorted. “It is quidditch season, you know. And he is their best player.”

“He’s just a beater,” Shirayuki complained, glum. “Maybe if he was a chaser then I’d understand. Or seeker, even! But he just -- hits things --”

“Mm, yes,” Yuzuri grinned. “And he does it very well.”

Groaning, Shirayuki finally released her quill and allowed herself to slump forward onto the parchment that was meant to be twenty-three inches of Potions essay, and was, instead, mostly just staggered blotches and emptiness. Merlin, but her head ached. There wasn’t much, she thought, that she wouldn’t do for the kind of migraine that could be cured by just going to the infirmary.

But no. It could only be cured in one way.

And just -- what the hell was wrong with him?

Didn’t he know how stupid it was to be on a team during Seventh Year? He should have been focusing only on N.E.W.T.s, he should have been studying, not hundreds and hundreds of feet up in the air, dizzying heights, far above her and out of reach, their bond pulling and tugging, straining worse than it did with the entire distance of the castle between them.

What an idiot.

“I think I hate him,” she wailed, voice muffled by the crook of her elbow as she buried her face in her arms. “I am so tired.”

Yuzuri patted her head gently, hesitated, and then plucked at Shirayuki’s hair. “You should really put this up in a ponytail,” she tutted. “You’ve got a bad case of bed head, Shirayuki. I meant to tell you. You can’t go see him looking like this.”

“I think I’m going to be sick,” Shirayuki whimpered.

“Then do so elsewhere, please. I’ll watch your stuff, so just go. You know it won’t get any better until you do.”

Unfortunately, that was true. Because of the stupid bond Shirayuki had to give up valuable studying time to hunt down Karasu by the Hufflepuff dorms so she could snag him after quidditich practice. When he was all sweaty, and flushed, and encased in leather padding, and...

Ugh. This was the worst.

“Well, now you just look down-right flustered,” Yuzuri commented when Shirayuki finally leveraged herself back upright, waving her wand at Shirayuki pointedly. “You look like you could use --”

“A hug,” Shirayuki said, voice flat, and refusing to acknowledge the flush that wanted to burn her cheeks.

“Sure,” Yuzuri winked. “If you wanna call it that.”

Ten minutes later Shirayuki was stumbling past the portrait that led to the kitchens towards the cluster of barrels that disguised the entrance to the Hufflepuff common room. She was practically one with the wall by the time she got there, and let herself slump into a defeated lump on the floor to wait.

“I want a nap,” she told the empty corridor sadly.

It was all well and good that Yuzuri could joke about Shirayuki getting some, but the truth of the matter was that the side effects of that stupid spell Obi had performed were awful. The migraine was a pulsing agony, her vision slick and blurred, white lights and nausea to the point of vomiting. If she could have convinced her sluggish body to go any faster she would have, but she couldn’t.

The real kicker, though, was how sluggish her brain felt. Mental exhaustion was the worst of the side effects in Shirayuki’s opinion. She had N.E.W.T.s to conquer. A mental hiatus for any length of time was too long.

Despite the truly impressive amount of work she’d gotten done last new moon, Shirayuki did, indeed, deeply regret not finishing the ritual needed to break the soulbond spell. She just hadn’t realized how pervasive this spell would become. How incredibly, absolutely consuming, and impossible to ignore.

Next time, she promised. Next time I will not forget!

But in the meantime, she supposed it wasn’t such a bad thing if she just closed her eyes. Just for a moment. Karasu wasn’t going to show up any sooner just because she kept her eyes open, after all, so there was no point in bothering. She’d just...rest. A little.

And if she fell asleep listening to the fast-paced beat of another heart echoing inside her chest, well, no one had to know.

Shirayuki woke up when another body slumped down to the floor beside hers, almost close enough to touch.

“Mornin’,” Obi grinned, looking weary. There were bruises beneath his eyes, and his skin looked pale, soured. Even his eyes were glassy, too-yellow when usually they were a bewildering blend of darkened topaz and rich honey and pale gold. A bead of sweat lingered on his brow. “You look like shit, Akagi.”

“Touch me,” she said.

“Holy -- shhh, jesus fuck, Akagi!” Nervous, Obi darted his gaze around the hallway, but he must have waited to wake her until the rest of his teammates had gone inside, and there was no one in the hallway to have heard.

Honestly, Shirayuki wasn’t certain she would have cared if there had been.

“Touch me,” she ordered, voice slurred with sleep and pain, and lifted up her arm to offer her hand. It trembled, slightly.

Grumbling, Obi pulled off his quidditch glove and, after only a small hesitation, laid his palm against hers. Instantly, relief swelled through Shirayuki. It doubled as she caught the ricochet from Obi, the two of them overlapping, mingling, pressing into each other too intimately. “Ohhh,” Obi groaned, leaning the back of his head against the stone wall and rocking it there, eyes closed, an expression of agonized bliss on his face.

Shirayuki bit her lip, trying not to think of Yuzuri’s suggestion. Trying not to think about anything other than how much she needed to get back to the library as soon as touching Obi stopped being as necessary as breathing.

“It’s like a fucking drug,” Obi complained. “Complete with body-wrecking withdrawals. I almost fell off my broom today, Akagi.”

Shirayuki frowned.

“Don’t,” Obi said, scrunching up his nose and refusing to open his eyes to look at her. “Ugh, I can feel your worry, all right, and your disdain for our practice sessions, stop it, that’s enough. What do you have against quidditch, anyway?”

“Nothing. It’s just -- distracting.”

Distracting, like the low-burn of arousal she felt from Obi every time the pain went away, a knee-jerk reaction. Like the horniness he carried with him every day, all the time, because he was seventeen and hungry and it was ruining Shirayuki’s life, because before this she had had control of her hormones, she had been better than this, damn it.

“You are so weird, Akagi, I don’t even know where to start." Obi sighed, lashes fluttering as he forced his eyes to open and remain so. “C’mon, we gotta go before any one comes by and sees us. Do you -- No, wait. I’m starving, actually. Have you eaten?”

Shirayuki admitted, “No. I didn’t want to loose it when the side effects set in. And I need coffee. Lots of coffee.”

Laughing, Obi went to his feet. Their fingers were linked, locked, never letting go. Shirayuki was tugged up with him, helpless to do anything but follow him down the sort distance to the entrance to the kitchens, basking in the way their momentary contentedness layered, sweet and soft.

No stranger to the kitchens -- late night study sessions in Ravenclaw common room necessitated copious amounts of snack food, after all, and Shirayuki had done her due diligence in retrieving it at three in the morning -- Shirayuki tickled the appropriate pear, grasped the resulting door knob giggling against her palm, and led them inside.

“Oh! Obi Karasu, sir! You has come again!”

Shirayuki’s forward march to a cleared space at one of the long, rough hewn tables bisecting the massive, high-ceiling room was brought to an abrupt halt. For a moment, Shirayuki thought about twisting her hand out of Obi’s grip. Most of the side effects of the spell had eased, though relief still shivered beneath her skin at the prolonged contact. But it was enough to get by; she could have easily escaped.

Sighing, she turned toward the house-elf quivering before them, and summoned up a smile, made all the more easier for the throb of fond affection Obi felt, suffusing her with an indulgence she might otherwise not have found without coffee.

“Now, Bonky,” Obi started, voice warm and curled through with amusement, “You know I couldn’t possibly stay away from you. How’s it been going?”

“Oh, Master Obi! We is just fine, just fine!” The house-elf, knee-high, with large, gleaming eyes and a neat, pale-yellow shawl wrapped about his little body, grinned fit to split his face. “Master Obi is too kind to ask after such as us, sir.”

“Is that so?” Obi asked, sounding convincingly surprised; but Shirayuki felt the frission of helplessness and frustration course through him, there then gone, and turned to look at him. Obi glanced back, eyes all honey-glaze and secrets. He looked back at the house-elf, but Shirayuki lost the thread of the conversation, thinking: he always did have a lot to say about house-elf rights in History, didn’t he?

Shuffling closer, Shirayuki took a deep breath in, let it out, and leaned against Obi’s side, arm to arm. He shifted beneath her weight, and she felt the sharp, bright note of his surprise before Bonky pulled him back into conversation.

Eventually, Bonky released them to be fed.

A veritable army of house-elves saw the two of them seated at a table near the massive fire, and a small spread of the breakfast mirrored above in the Great Hall had been set out for them. The crush of sound was almost comforting. The clang of copper pots and the thwock of knives, ladles ringing, dishes being washed eased the heightened, too-aware silence between them as they muddled through the indignity of eating one handed.

Shirayuki thought about being embarrassed. Thought about being horrified that handsome, clever, popular Obi Karasu was watching her get cream on her cheeks and nose, golden flaky bits of pastry all over her robes and sweater. Thought Yuzuri, at least, would be mortified at the way she shoved food into her mouth, heedless, reckless, without grace or poise or manners.

She had seen him far worse, after all, and that when they had been little more than acquaintances; when he had been Zen’s friend, an irritation on her peripheral that was too loud, too bright, too boisterous, glittering gold and shifting shadow, secret darkness too deep and treacherous to ever risk the venture.

And then Obi had wrenched that choice away.

So she stuffed herself full, uncaring, her fingers shifting, sliding, catching against his, their knuckles grazing the rough wood of the bench, pulling and tugging and readjusting, and never, ever letting each other slip.

Obi Karasu could deal with her, all of her, every single improper part of her.

He had no one but himself to blame, after all.

Later, after they’d each eaten their fill, Shirayuki said, voice low: “They’re quite fond of you.”

“Hm?”

“The house-elves,” Shirayuki clarified with a faint smile, watching him steadily.

Obi grimaced, free hand cupped around a chilled goblet of pumpkin juice while he straddled the wide bench, his thighs -- still strapped into all-too-enticing, corrugated leather protective gear -- flexing as he shifted forward. Shirayuki sipped from her own hefty mug of sweetened coffee in a helpless bid to moisten her suddenly dry mouth.

Quidditch uniforms were the worst.

“House-elves have always been pretty fond of Hufflepuffs,” Obi dismissed. “And I mean. I’m not a part of S.P.E.W. or anything, which I think they appreciate. It’s not like I do anything in particular, I’m just, you know, naturally charming and awesome.”

“You treat them with respect,” said Shirayuki, and she opened her mouth to say more -- that he treated them better than most humans, like sentient beings deserving of affection and equality, like friends, and that it was all the more important for being a conscious choice -- but she felt the twist of his agitation and discomfort sharp in her gut, and let it go.

“I’ve never been to the Hufflepuff common room.”

“The Basement?” Obi asked, surprised. “No? Huh, that’s right. You Ravenclaws don’t really party much.” He grinned, a bright gleam of white teeth against dark skin. “Pity, we’ve got some good party favors. I would totally get you high, Akagi, you’d love it.”

If Shirayuki was very, very lucky, Obi took the hot, vibrant burst of arousal in her gut at his stupid, perfect grin as anger. She muttered into her coffee, “That is a waste of valuable studying time. Really, Obi, we’re in our Seventh Year.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Obi said, rolling his eyes. Between them, their clasped hands shifted, awkward, uncertain. “Anyway, wanna come with? I can show you.”

“I should really get back to the library.”

“Oh, my god,” Obi groaned, tipping his head back. Shirayuki stared at his throat, frustrated. In her chest her heart beat fast, hard, and she saw the moment it echoed in Obi’s because he started, chin coming back down with his brows raised up in question.

He decided, “Yeah, no, you need a break, Akagi. If you spend any more time in that library you’re going to actually become a fixture there, permanently, and then you won’t ever get to do anything with all that knowledge you’re hoarding.”

“No,” she said, and watched the way Karasu moved beneath the surge of her emotion, the roiling morass of half-thought, visceral reaction; the sting of irritation, the hot buzz of anger, the helpless drip of desire and how much Shirayuki hated feeling that way.

“I need,” she tried, again, swallowing hard, “to go back and study. Yuzuri is waiting for me. But --”

Obi wasn’t looking at her. He was looking down at their joined hands, and she could see the shift of his jaw as he clenched his teeth, the furrow between his brows; could feel him in her veins, a black tide -- regret, shame, acceptance -- that threatened to drown before pulling back.

“We do need to talk about this,” Shirayuki admitted. With a sigh, she slipped her hand free from his. “We -- the new moon isn’t for another two weeks, and we can’t go on like this, right? Pretending like nothing is happening and then almost -- almost falling off of brooms, really. So we... We’re going to set up a plan, a -- a schedule, or something. So I’ll see you later, Karasu.”

“Yeah, sure,” he said, slipping from the bench and standing, stretching, as if he hadn’t a single care, as if this was nothing at all. When Obi’s voice got sharp and flat, like a smooth sheet of tin, Shirayuki could hear the emotion strike off it like raindrops on a roof. He thought he was subtle. He was not subtle.

Honestly, it was endearing and stupid. He was endearing and stupid.

Shirayuki didn’t fight the surge of affection that got stuck in her throat, and huffed a sigh at the way his eyebrow twitched, feeling it. “You’re a menace,” she complained. “And I need to study. Don’t you need to study?”

“Eh,” said Obi, rocking back on his heels. He was waffling, now, confused by the swift change of her emotion, of the back-and-forth. She was exhausted, confused, furious.

None of this was fair. She hadn’t asked for this. For Obi in his stupid, sexy quidditch uniform, stretched lean and long and rippling before her, still sweat-damp and beautiful, and --

Eventually, Shirayuki realized she was staring because Obi was staring back, jaw dropped a little with surprise.

It was the surprise, really, that jerked Shirayuki away from her hormones. Irritation welled up in her, warring with the need to lick the sweat off Obi’s collar bones and neck until he was shaking beneath her, gasping, and --

A blush suffused his skin, his eyes wide with disbelief.

Did he have to look so surprised that she found him attractive? Really? What was she, a rock?

“You need to leave,” Shirayuki huffed, shoving at her fringe. “I mean it. I don’t have time for --” she waved her hand at him, fluttering it in the air in disgust, “-- this.”

His heart flipped in her chest -- lub-da-lub -- and --

“Right,” Obi babbled, edging toward the door out of the kitchen, sounding wildly confused by what he was reading off of Shirayuki’s emotions. “I’m gonna -- study, too, I guess, if just so you’ll stop nagging me? And shower. Cause I must stink. Rank, right? I left practice as soon as we hit ground to find you and so -- I, uh, sweat. Stink. Shower!”

“Go,” Shirayuki managed, before her stupid sex drive could quite finish latching onto Obi showering.

this thing wants to be some weird mash-up of angst and comedy or some weird shit and also apparently i really want to spend too much time talking about how badly shirayuki hates her father because i really think teenage shirayuki in an environment like this would not be quite so cool with daddy being awol, and there is just, a lot of things that are cropping up that i’m tripping along behind too slowly to keep up with, so yeah, we’ll see if anything else ever comes of this, HOPE YOU HAD SOME FUN THOUGH, i figured the least i could do was save the silly pervy-esque bit for you guys /thumbs up??

#obiyukimadness #accidental soul bond #obiyuki #the other hp au #my fic #ans

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author interview tag

tagged by: no one, but saw it at @starklysteve ‘s

name: Becci / Rebecca

fandoms: a lot of Marvel currently, and I feel like that is not going to end soon. Harry Potter pops up in my mind every once in a while, other fandoms include The Hunger Games, BBC Sherlock, The Vampire Diaries and formerly Twilight

where you post: mostly on fanfiction.de since I write in German but I also translate to English to bring my stories to ao3 and link them on tumblr.

most popular one-shot: Just Cookies , a christmas Stevetony get-together

most popular multi-chapter fic: It’s a fic I only published in German. It tells the story of Harry Potter in an after the war au with some Dramione in the background but mostly about Harry getting trapped in a drug cycle. (German fic: In Londons Gassen , if anyone should be interested xD)

favorite story you’ve written so far: Definitely One More Miracle - Don’t Be Dead. The longest, all encompassing and plotty fic I ever wrote. It basically takes Endgame as canon but fixes the end and several other things along the way. Part 1 of a trilogy.

fic you were nervous to post: Not a whole fic but some One More Miracle chapters really made me nervous. It’s usually because the chapter is very important for the plot, or because I am not sure if i got a certain character right.

how you choose your titles: they just come to me basically. I often take qoutes from movies, songs or other stuff. Sometimes I have a title before I start building a story around it. Chapter titles usually have a theme to them.

do you outline: yes. not so much, when it’s an one shot but for multi-chapter fics I always have planned what is about to happen in each chapter (which most of the time doesn’t work out as planned so I rework the outline but I always have one)

complete: I have a lot of unfinished stuff on my German site. On ao3 I have only things that are complete or about to get completed with one active fic at a time.

in progress: One more miracle and the whole universe around it. There are 2 sequels planned as well as at least 3 smaller but still multi chapter spin-offs. Someone please call me crazy.

coming soon/not yet started:

Spin-Offs to my main Story. Including a short multi-chapter fic about Steve returning the infinity stones and a short fic about Tony and Nebula in space

untitled President AU with Steve and Tony which is going to be massive.

Who lives, who dies, who tells your Story: A smaller fic about Clint telling his grandchildren about the time back in the days when he fought alongside the long deceased Captain America and Iron Man.

translations of some of my older but still good fics.

do you accept prompts: never got one, but I’d love to give it a try.

upcoming story you are most excited to write: Infinity Mission, because I want to explore what happened when Steve returned the stones.

tagging: I don’t know who follows me and is writing, so feel free to just do it, if you want :D

#about me #am writing #fanfiction #authors life

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jilyarchive · 7 years ago

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Jily Fic Masterposts: Survival AU

These involve grown up James and Lily, usually with Harry in the picture, as a very happy family! Some fics have James and Lily surviving the war and Voldemorts attack, while others work within an alternate universe where there was no war - leaving them free to grow old together with no interference from canon. Check out our Everybody Lives AU Intro Fics for more fics like the following!

(Enough Misadventures) To Last A Lifetime, T, one shot - "An hour ago you drank half a bottle of my Memory Mixture and then shouted to me that we need better orange juice." James is an idiot who drinks things without remembering that he's married to a potion maker.

when the tide comes in (we’ll go out with it), T, one shot - au where they (all) live.

The Flip Side, G, 6 chapters, complete - What if the Potters had found themselves on the flip side of the prophecy, and Neville had been The Chosen One? They might have had their chance at happily ever after.

no one can hurt you now, M, one shot - James Potter never thought he’d be 23 years old and still in hiding.

loving him was burning red, T, one shot - when you graduate hogwarts, you’re both excited, and terrified. somehow seventeen, doesn’t feel as old as it did, back when you were eleven, and brand new to this magical world. for your fifteenth birthday, james gave you a necklace, but for this one, he gives you a ring.

Home is, in the end, not just the place where you sleep, T, one shot - He has never slept in anything larger than a twin sized mattress, there has never been a need.

James, King of the Text, T, one shot - James learns how to text. Sort of.

Through The Sun And The Rain, G, 3 chapters [WIP] - A set of 'everybody lives fix it' drabbles where Voldemort was killed by a set of competent wizards, and James and Lily continue to live and raise Harry. These drabbles follow the lives of James, Lily, Harry, Remus, Sirius and Peter through their lives.

In Another Life, G, one shot - In another universe Halloween 1981 went differently.

Mischief Managed--or, The Marauders Ride Again, G, 2 chapters [WIP] - An alternate universe in which James and Lily survive and Harry grows up as he was intended to: with his every effort inspired and encouraged by the Marauders.

Earned Our Peace, G, one shot - Lily wonders if James misses it when he doesn't go sometimes- running during the full moon with his friends. But she can't say she regrets the nights he chooses her arms, and their bed.

Keep Me on My Feet, T, one shot - The Longbottoms were attacked on October 31st. Peter has been found out. The Potters need a new hiding spot, but when Dumbledore suggests they go to the Dursley's Lily is hesitant. She hasn't seen her sister in years and her and James are struggling to deal with the death that surrounds them. But it doesn't look like they have another choice.

Ha!, G, one shot - A whiff of romance? James Potter can smell it from a mile (or four years) away.

james potter's #1 rule for primary school pick up, G, one shot - James has one rule for picking up Harry from school and he really doesn’t think it’s that hard to follow.

Crush, G, one shot - James Potter has a huge crush on Lily Evans. Will it turn into something more?

Sick For Christmas, K+, one shot - James and Lily survive. It's Christmas and Harry is home for the holidays. James and Lily have made plans to spend Christmas as a family with Sirius and Remus. But when Harry gets sick, causing the plans to come to a halt, James and Lily make the best of it.

Change The Fates' Design - Save What Has Been Lost, G, 1 chapter [WIP] - What if Regulus knew about Peter's betrayal and as a last act before his mission to find the locket he warned his brother. What if James and Lily Potter lived to raise 'the boy who lived'? And Sirius got the chance to save his brother.

Unstoppable, K, one shot - In which Harry learns to play Quidditch with his dad and partner in crime.

Number 2, K+, one shot - The war is over, James and Lily survived. A little fluffy story about how they decided to have a second child.

If One Had Lived, T, 2 chapters [WIP] - What it might be like if only one of Harry's parents had survived. A sort of bittersweet description of Harry's first time at Platform 9 3/4 with both parents.

Season Ticket, K, one shot - Children grow up, the giddy excitement of youth fades, and some traditions don’t last forever.

Trick-or-Treating, G, one shot - They lived!AU

Halloween Night, G, one shot - This story takes place on Halloween.

Untitled, G, one shot -Where James is a professional Quidditch player and he’s playing at the World Cup.

Sunshine in My Eyes, M, 7 chapters, complete - Mr. and Mrs. Evans are killed when Lily’s only a girl, and she’s supposed to go to a home with her sister. Instead, a relative they didn’t know they had comes to collect them, and introduces Lily to manners, magic, and a life that’s just the slightest bit different from the life she was supposed to live.

The Internship, T, one shot - Lily Evans hadn’t assumed that she’d be two months into her internship and still be acting as a personal servant to the editor of the newspaper while simultaneously shagging the intern of the art director downstairs. Life was funny in that way.

The Littlest Feet, T, 2 chapters [WIP] - Harry gets his hands on some magic markers. It doesn't end well.

Green Light, T, one shot - James and Lily (and Harry) survive October 31st, 1981.

Heroes, K, one shot - "'She looks like a Puffskein,' repeated Harry, one of his front teeth missing as he beamed at his Dad. 'I like Puffskeins.'" In which Harry has a secret and James listens.

Home for the Holidays, T, one shot - An elderly couple take to a life of petty crime so that they can see their superhero children who no longer call.

I'm Feeling the Love of You, E, one shot - James and Lily have a cosy night in before Harry returns from Hogwarts for Christmas.

Legacy, K, one shot - "He always knew this day would come, right from the first toy broom at age one ..." The famous Mr Potter attends his son's first professional Quidditch match.

The Family Album, K, one shot - Snapshots from the life of a happy family. AU, sadly.

Untitled, G, one shot - AU where Lily and James don’t die and Harry, who is twelve, brings Ron and Hermione to his house in London.

Diana Marlene, G, one shot - “Are you sure?” Lily nodded, beaming.

Names, G, one shot - Lily and James having a bunch of babies and arguing about names

And All The Sky’s Alight With Color, K, one shot - Lily’s father taught her to drive in a Cokeworth parking lot, illegally, when she was 14. To her, driving has always felt like flying - and now, years later, she’s teaching Harry to drive that very same car.

The Hogwarts Express Again, G, one shot - A drabble for jilytober in which James and Lily drop Harry off at the Hogwarts express.

a sleepless night, G, one shot - Every so often James Potter wakes up from the same nightmare.

#fic rec #Fic Rec Masterpost #marauderswho #survival au #harry #parents #sirius #remus #Halloween #angst #romance #family #drama #fluff #smut #humour #masterpost

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