#Tacenda Fic

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Tacenda - Chapter 27 Snippet

Theo disappears leaving Eleanor alone. She turns to face the mirror grimacing at her appearance. Her mascara is smudged under her eyes, her hair is sticking up at different angles and she’s a slightly green colour.

She lets out a sigh before throwing Theo’s t-shirt and her knickers to the side before stepping into the bath. She glances at the shower wondering how on Earth it works. There’re only two dials so she decides to turn one, thankfully water starts to cascade down her body. It’s the perfect temperature helping to ease her pounding headache.

She quickly turns letting it rinse away the lingering smell of alcohol before washing her hair and body with Theo’s products. She gets a little thrill from the idea of them sharing stuff and that she’s going to smell like him.

It’s stupid but it gives her butterflies. After she’s done she spends another 5 minutes in the shower enjoying the feeling of the water running over her sensitive skin.

Reluctantly she finally climbs out, wrapping the towel Theo gave her around herself, taking a second one to dry her hair roughly before glancing in the mirror again, wiping away the steam that had built up.

She doesn’t look great, but she looks better, the mascara has gone and there’s a bit more colour to her complexion, but she still looks off. She goes to brush her teeth before remembering Theo was going to get her a toothbrush.

She quickly looks around for her clothes realising they aren’t there. She’d left them in the bedroom.

She grimaces at the idea of having to go and get them in front of Theo. She turns around looking for her knickers, at least she could put them back on, though the thought of dirty underwear makes her stomach churn.

She’s shocked to find they’re gone and the t-shirt of Theo’s that she was wearing.

“What the fuck?” She mutters to herself.

She takes a deep breath holding the towel tightly around herself before entering the bedroom. Theo’s lounging on the bed with his eyes closed when she walks in. He turns towards her immediately.

“Hey the house elves-.” He cuts off suddenly, swallowing deeply as he takes her in, stood in nothing but a small towel in the doorway to his room. Eleanor shifts nervously from foot to foot as he continues to gape at her.

“I um, I forgot my clothes.” She says nervously.

Theo closes his mouth before running a hand through his hair as he clears his throat. “Yeah, yes um, yeah. The um, the er the house elves took them to clean last night, I think they must have taken your knickers too- I mean, your stuff is on the dresser. Pokey put them there like a minute ago.”

He fidgets obviously nervous about looking at her naked. Eleanor tightens the towel around herself walking towards the dresser to grab her stuff.

“There’s um, the toothbrush is there too.” He tells her.

“Thanks.” She mutters sending him a smile.

She thinks it’s adorable how flustered he gets. It so different from the cocky Theo she’s used to. Eleanor lingers at the doorway to the bathroom turning to face Theo, a small smirk on her mouth.

“I hope you enjoyed being alone with my knickers.” She tells him.

His mouth drops open as he stares at her in utter shock.

“What?” He gasps.

Eleanor’s smirk widens as she toys with the knickers on top of her clothes.

“Well I noticed the problem between your legs is gone and you had uncensored access to my knickers.” She shrugs, enjoying the way he seems to choke on air at her words. “It’s a shame really, they’re not my nicest pair.”

She turns shutting the bathroom door as she hears Theo try to stammer out a sentence. She lets out a small laugh before starting to get dressed and brush her teeth.

Her clothes feel amazing, whatever the elves did they’re softer than they’ve ever felt. She quickly checks herself over before going back into Theo’s bedroom.

#He’s sat on his bed nervously chewing his thumb.

“Eleanor.” He states anxiously, climbing off the bed and striding over to her. “You don’t think I actually- I wouldn’t do that to you, you know. I wouldn’t use your knickers like that.”

Eleanor raises her eyebrows at him with an amused smile.

“Theo it’s okay I was just teasing.” She tells him lightly.

Theo’s face relaxes as he releases a breath. “Right, okay. I respect you too much, I couldn’t just… it would feel like a violation.”

Eleanor giggles at his words causing him to frown.

“Hey don’t laugh, it wouldn’t be right.” He tells her seriously.

“I know.” Eleanor agrees trying to hold back her laughter. “But I wouldn’t mind, in fact I kind of like the idea.”

Theo’s mouth drops at her words at he stares at her.

“You what?”

Eleanor places her hands on his chest enjoying his stunned expression.

“I like it.” She tells him. “I like the idea of you pleasuring yourself when thinking about me.”

“Oh fuck.” Theo mutters under his breath.

Eleanor shrugs moving away to grab his brush and try to tame her waves.

“I guess you’re not into that sort of thing though.” She shrugs playfully.

Theo licks his lips as he watches her. “Trust me I do.” He says thickly.

“Hm?” Eleanor queries continuing to brush her hair but glancing over her shoulder at him.

“I always think of you, I always have.”

Eleanor pauses turning to stare at him properly.

“Always?”

Theo nods. “Every single time. I essentially admitted it to you once during an astronomy lesson.”

Eleanor puts the brush down turning to watch him. “I thought you were talking about Bulstrode.”

He recoils at her words.

“As if I’d ever think of her. No, it’s always been you.” He tells her before turning and walking into the bathroom, shutting the door over behind him but not closing it fully.

Eleanor stares at the small gap, her thoughts racing. He was determined to give her a heart attack or a stomach perforation with the amount of palpitations and butterflies he was causing. She clears her throat trying to get rid of the image of Theo pleasuring himself, whispering her name as he reaches his high.

“Fuck me.” She mutters grabbing the hairbrush again and trying to detangle the mess on top of her head.

Once she’s done she’s not sure what to do, she wonders around Theo’s room looking at his shelves. She takes notes of his books, his quills, the type of parchment he uses. There’s a picture of his mother on his desk and one of him and Blaise together in their Slytherin scarves.

She smiles at the small personal touches. She knows Theo is caring and one of the sweetest people – when he wants to be. But this seems to make him more human, more real. To see his magazines piled in the corner or his stuffed niffler on his bookshelf.

Soon enough Theo emerges from the bathroom, wearing just a towel draped around his waist. His hair falling into his eyes from the water, Eleanor watches as it drips down his body, clinging to the contours of his chest and ending just above his pubis.

He smirks at her cocking an eyebrow.

“I forgot my clothes.” He tells her walking towards his dresser.

Yeah right, Eleanor thinks, that’s why he’s left his body dripping wet and sinfully tempting.

But she responds with a non-comital hum instead. Theo gives her a knowing look as he routes through his clothes.

Eleanor’s eyes trailing over every inch of exposed skin, admiring the way the light reflects off the water droplets highlighting every little bump and dip.

“See something you like?” He asks giving her a lazy look over his shoulder.

“A few things.” Eleanor replies, not even attempting to be subtle as she ogles him.

Theo grins at her before turning around and leaning on the dresser, his stomach muscles tightening in the most delicious way.

“Can I ask what?” He says temptingly, giving her an eager look.

Eleanor hums sending him a playful smile. “I’m really loving the stuffed niffler. Does he have a name?”

Theo’s face blanches as he quickly glances at the niffler on his bookshelf. Eleanor smiles as she sees him close his eyes in embarrassment.

“Don’t worry.” Eleanor quickly reassures him with a happy smile. “I think it’s adorable.”

“Adorable.” Theo mutters putting a hand over his face.

Eleanor chuckles. “What? it is.”

“Eleanor that’s not what boys want to be called. I’m stood here naked, I want you to say I’m hot, handsome, distracting just not adorable and don’t even consider cute.” He warns her.

“I didn’t call you adorable I called him adorable. Look at his little face.” She states walking over to the bookshelf and picking the niffler up, pulling a cute face at it before turning to Theo. “He owns my heart now.”

Theo raises an eyebrow at her. “I love how easily I’m discarded. I take it all back please call me adorable and look at me like that.”

Eleanor chuckles as she hugs the niffler to her chest.

“I don’t think I can. He’s set the standard.”

Theo let’s out an amused laugh before pulling out his clothes.

“Fine you stay here and harass Norman, I’m going to get dressed.” He tells her.

“Oh Norman.” Eleanor exclaims in a cutesy voice staring at the niffler with wide eyes.

Theo shakes his head with a small laugh before disappearing into the bathroom. Eleanor smiles taking a seat on his bed as she stares at Norman. He really is adorable and so is Theo for keeping him.

After a couple of minutes Theo steps back into the room looking more put together than he has any right too, why doesn’t he look as shitty as she does?

“Ready?” He asks.

“What for?” Eleanor questions glancing over at him.

“For breakfast.” Theo says as if it’s obvious.

“Oh, yeah okay.” Eleanor says putting the niffler down on the bed and walking towards Theo. He smiles holding his hand out to her and she takes it with a small blush.

She could get used to holding his hand like this.

“I really like Norman.” Eleanor tells him sincerely as they walk down the stairs towards the kitchen.

Theo smiles at her. “Me too, my mum gave him to me. He’s one of the only things I have left off her.”

Eleanor’s heart breaks and swells at the same time. She didn’t even consider the niffler might be sentimental to him, she has so many teddies around her room it’s nothing to her.

“That’s lovely.” She tells him.

Theo nods. “I can’t bear to part from him. I almost took him to Hogwarts with me but dad said it was childish. I’m glad though, I think the others would have teased me and probably hid him.”

“That’s awful.” Eleanor responds wondering why anyone would tease another person over something so sentimental and why his dad told him not to act childish. It isn’t childish to want to keep something like that close.

Theo shrugs as them enter the kitchen to the smell of cooking. Marie greeting them warmly.

“It is what it is I guess.” He says casually making Eleanor frown.

“Crepes?” Theo asks eagerly.

Marie nods with a hum. “Of course, I had to cook your favourite and I refuse to make the American pancakes unless it’s a special occasion.” She says with narrowed eyes.

“What?” Theo says in shock. “You don’t think Eleanor is a special occasion?”

Eleanor blushes sending him an annoyed look.

“She most certainly is special but she deserves delicate crepes, not those heavy monstrosities.” Marie snaps at him before turning to Eleanor with a smile, it quickly drops as she takes in her appearance. Eleanor feels exposed and self-conscious as the perfectly stunning Marie glances at her.

“Eleanor why is your hair wet? You’ll catch your death.”

“Oh I’m not very good at drying spells.” Eleanor explains full of embarrassment.

“That’s no problem. Theodore, watch the crepes.” Marie commands before pulling her wand out and pointing it at Eleanor.

Eleanor closes her eyes as she feels warm air hit her. Her hair instantly curling around her head, falling into delicate waves. It never does that when she dries it, her natural waves always turn out frizzy.

“Perfect.” Marie states curling one of Eleanor’s waves around her finger before returning to the stove.

Eleanor stays for breakfast, enjoying talking with Theo and Marie before stating she’ll have to go home or her parents will start to wonder where she is. Theo nods reluctantly a sad expression filling his face as he says he’ll take her home.

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JUJUTSU KAISEN

fics ↴

⤠ untitled ⇾ fushiguro megumi

⤠ untitled ⇾ nanami kento

⤠ untitled ⇾ fushiguro toji

⤠ untitled ⇾ gojo satoru

part one | part two

⤠ untitled ⇾ zen’in naoya

⤠ hello kitty panties ⇾ gojo satoru

⤠ friction ⇾ gojo satoru

⤠ masquerade ⇾ gojo satoru

⤠ ephemera ⇾ gojo satoru

⤠ lilac ⇾ gojo satoru

⤠ knife’s edge ⇾ gojo satoru

⤠ stolen kisses ⇾ gojo satoru

⤠ veil ⇾ fushiguro megumi

⤠ rendezvous ⇾ nanami kento

⤠ capitance ⇾ gojo satoru

⤠ tacenda ⇾ fushiguro megumi

⤠ apodyopsis ⇾ gojo satoru

⤠ loving the unlovable ⇾ ryomen sukuna

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drabbles ↴

⤠ choso

⤠ geto suguru

⤠ ryomen sukuna

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G.O.A.T. Avatar Fic Recs:

One of us (Neteyam x Human/Avatar!Female!Reader) —Multi-chapter, eventual NSFW

Author: forever--darling

Status: Complete, 8/8

Summary: neteyam sully was the next olo'eyktan and for years had been focused on his training and his responsibilities only. he had never accounted for you to become one of them. when you got your avatar body and ended up in the forest alone, being brought to the village and offered to be taught the ways of the people wasn't what you expected. let alone it being neteyam, future olo'eyktan becoming your teacher.

In Love With The Enemy (Lo’ak x Female!Avatar!Reader) —Multi-chapter

Author: vandnana

Status: Ongoing, 3/?

Summary: during the time when jake became toruk makto, you were quaritch’s youngest and most valued soldier, the daughter he never had. but, pandora changed you and you died during the final battle, betraying quaritch and wishing that you had been able to do more. now, you have been reborn again, as a na’vi, tasked with quaritch’s new military avatar crew to kill Jake Sully. taking advantage of this second chance at life, you help the Sullys and fall in love along the way.

On this fateful night...two hearts danced (Neteyam x Human!Female!Reader) —One shot, NSFW

Author: arachine

Status: Complete, 1/1

Summary: in omaticayan culture, a young na’vi male does not yet become a full fledged adult until he passes one of two rites of passage: 1) choosing an ikran, and 2) carving a bow from the wood of Hometree (and/or choosing a woman). reader is now 20, and the only man she’s ever loved is expected to choose a wife soon. one day when she overhears a rumor concerning neteyam and the first woman in line to betroth him, reader is struck with grief, ultimately venturing off deep into the forest where she knows nobody will follow her—somewhere forbidden. however, unbeknownst to her, a certain someone follows her trail…

Fire Of Souls (Tsu’tey x Jake’s sister!Reader) —Multi-chapter

Author: pandorafairy

Status: Ongoing, 4/?

Summary: N/A. Slow burn, Enemies to Lovers.

Something sweet ~ (Human!Neteyam x Human!Female!Reader, Modern AU) —One shot, probable eventual NSFW

Author: maxlonz

Status: Potentially Ongoing, 1\?

Summary: basically Neteyam doesn’t like sweet things, but for you, he’ll make an exception <3. Enemies to Lovers, mature themes.

Tìtunu (Tsu’tey x Human!Female!Reader) —Multi-chapter, eventual NSFW

Author: hinataashoyos

Status: Complete, 4/4

Summary: Perhaps the Sky People had injured Tsu'tey beyond repair when they had hurt him and pushed him from their enormous metal bird. That is the only reason he can think of to explain why the one person who has captured his thoughts so wholly is you, the little human demon that is constantly lurking around the Omaticaya camp.

Tìsom (Tsu’tey x Human!Female!Reader) —One shot, NSFW

Author: hinataashoyos

Status: Complete, 1/1

Summary: Spin-off of Tìtunu, but can be read separately. Tsu'tey is a strong mate; he is cautious, considerate, and protective, and he always provides for you. And yet, human/Na'vi relationships come with a learning curve. That learning curve comes with surprises regarding certain biological urges.

Mountain Dweller (Kiri x Rotxo) —Two shot

Author: k-roi

Status: Ongoing, 1/2

Summary: A moment of distraction during a lesson with Rotxo leads to one of the best questions of her life. If only they could just be less awkward about it.

Tacenda (Neteyam x Metkayina!Female!Reader) —Multi-chapter

Author: cherrycxla

Status: Complete, 25/25

Summary: Tacenda - Things to be left unsaid; matters to be passed over in silence. Or:

Tsa'tvayi gives Neteyam a purpose, while caring for his family as if they were her own.

The Sully’s in American Public School —Headcannons

Author: pandorafairy

Status: Complete, 1/1

Summary: N/A.

Lo’ak and Tsireya (Lo’ak x Tsireya) —One shot

“Tell her” (Lo’ak x Tsireya)—One shot

Author: pandorafairy

Status: Complete, 2/2

Summary: These are actually seperate posts but I suggest reading them together. The first one is Tsireya comforting Lo’ak after Neteyam’s death, and the second one takes place a little later on, when Lo’ak confesses his feelings to Tsireya.

Star Girl (Lo’ak x Avatar!Female!Reader) —Multi-chapter

Author: lovemyavatar

Status: Ongoing, 9/10 (with bonus scenes!)

Summary: Eywa isn’t supposed to choose sides. she maintains the balance of life. so, a question arises. are you worth saving?

Push (Neteyam x Female!Omaticaya!Reader) —One shot, NSFW

Author: lovemyavatar

Status: Complete, 1/1

Summary: you love teasing the Olo'eyktan's oldest son, but how much will he let you push before he snaps? Childhood friends to rivals to lovers. Enemies to lovers.

Will continue updating…

[flightfoot]

Hi! Do you have recommendation with love square a/b/o verse? Particularly with Alpha!Adrien?

Oooh yeah those can be fun! I haven't seen much of them lately, but I've liked a lot of the ML Omegaverse fics I've read! All of these will be T-rated or below, btw.

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dynamic by Anonymous

“I’m serious, my lady,” he clarifies, feigning collectedness. “Your chaton is an alpha, through and through.” “You–” She pauses, blinking. “Really?” “Yes, really,” he replies, and he catches some frustration slipping into his tone. He bites it back belatedly. Is it really so hard to believe? (More one-shots set in this AU may be added later as additional chapters.)

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the dreams (I tried but couldn't bring to life) by @pauliestorylover

Marinette Dupain-Cheng, alias Ladybug, had a crush on Chat Noir. The only problem? Beneath her suit, Marinette was secretly a familiar, and Chat Noir…was not. (He was also a familiar, they were both just lying to each other.)

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Tacenda by MiraculouslyHopeful

In a world where alpha/beta/omega dynamics seem to define everything, Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Adrien Agreste's lives are far from easy. Marinette is confused, Adrien is tired, and Hawkmoth does not seem to be stopping, especially not after the two heroes find out what their classifications are. They always knew their lives would change with this information, but is it for better or worse in the end?

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Hers by bumbleb_tch

Peeking into the room, she saw Chat sprawled on her chaise and quickly announced, “I’m-really-sorry-Chaton-but-I-ran-out-of-patches-and-need-to-really-quickly-grab-some-more.” By the time she finished her word vomit she was already digging through her closet. As her hand grasped the box, a soft keening brought her attention back to the room and a fresh scent bloomed, immediately lighting her senses on fire. Thick bergamot shadowed with an expensive sandalwood, layered on top of the gentle caress of a wild rose. It was powerful, chaotic, but it’s core softer than a butterfly’s kiss, it was undeniably Chat. But worse, it was undeniably omega. Marinette pivoted on her heels oh so slowly, taking special care to breath through her mouth as she took stock of her partner. Even from across the room she could see sweat pouring down his face, his pupils blown so wide she could only make out a miniscule strip of green sclera around them. “Chat...did you-did you just present?”

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you deserve to be loved and you deserve what you are given by @thescuttlebugg

Marinette is terrified, suddenly. She’s not like this. She’s not this kind of alpha, to get her head turned by any pretty pheromones she trips over. She’s not--she’s not disloyal, she’s not inconstant. Chat smells like moonlight, like the sudden shock of night air and the terrifying rush of leaping out into the empty dark, like deserted city sidewalks and unfamiliar corners: something midnight-metallic, something strange, something wild. Nothing like Adrien. Not a single note in common. She’s not like this. She’s not like this.

He smells-- He smells-- “Ladybug,” Chat croaks, still staring at her. He smells stray.

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alone together by a_miiraculer, clairelutra

i don't know where you're going but do you got room for one more troubled soul? Marinette's got 99 problems, and pretty-boy omegas are about half of them. A drabble sequence. On indefinite hiatus.

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This last one isn't actually Lovesquare, but it's one I wrote and it has Alpha!Adrien so I'm throwing it in anyway, I had fun writing it.

The Role of an Alpha by Keyseeker

When a newly presenting Omega crashes through his window, Adrien discovers what kind of Alpha he wants to be.

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✨ Fic Writing Review 2023 ✨

Words and Fics

* 115,318 total words. But it’s actually 107,740 if you take out the lovely Gumusservi by the lovely @thotpuppy

* I wrote for 3 fandoms this year which is 2 more than I thought I did: American Assassin with 1, Supernatural with 1, and Teen Wolf with a whopping 40 fics.

* Most recent posted fic was When Fairies Come A Knocking which is a fic for the Stiles Shipping Central exchange about Stiles reading the pack kids a bedtime story.

* My longest fic this year was 33,926 words; Habitual. Which is my serial killer AU, also has art by the lovely @thotpuppy :D

Top Fics by Kudos

* You Are In Love (195 Kudos:1,621 hits:Sciles:G rated:1,616 Words)

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* Teenage Dirtbag (141 Kudos:1,174 Hits:Unspecified:M rated:3,353 Words)

* Friend in Need (111 Kudos:2,965 Hits:Sour Skittles:E rated:1,131 Words)

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My fandom fic events in 2023

* Stiles Shipping Central exchange I wrote 4 fics for the exchange and plan on posting a 5th before the year is up. :)

* I wrote one for the Whumplovers Collaborate Summer Exchange.

* 5 fics for Sciles Week

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* And last but Certainly Not Least, 1 for Fanfiction Forums Take A Chance exchange

Upcoming Events and Projects for 2024

* first thing on the way should be the Sciles Shipping Central exchange fic for this month.

* I have 5 projects I am currently working on.

* Tacenda; Commè Çi Commè Ça (A fic about Stiles having hypo-empathy while Scott has hyper-empathy and watching as they grow up and learn to adapt to their differences.) Fully written, needs to be edited. 17 chapters.

* Teenage Dirtbag (link to posted prologue) (A fic about Stiles struggling to gain the attention and love of those around him with a neglectful father and years of compounded issues and traumas.) first 2 acts planned, first 8 chapters (out of 11 planned) finished, unedited.

* I Will Wait (Stiles is a prostitute, Scott hires him and realizes that it’s his best friend that was taken away after his father died because his mother was unfit to take care of him.) 30 chapters planned, fully planned, prologue written and unedited.

* Untitled; working “The OTHER MPreg one” (despite the title, there is no MPreg in this fic. It’s a teen pregnancy fic. Malia gets pregnant and Stiles starts to step up to take care of his kid. Follows Stiles before the birth and after as he goes through community college and works toward becoming a fire fighter.) story plan written, no chapters planned yet.

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Nepenthe. chapter 06

act one : tacenda

THIS IS AN OC INTEGRATION FOR THE WITCHER, IT IS NOT A X READER FIC.

— Wowie so I got really mentally drained and paused on my writing for a bit, but I'm back !! kind of, I'm trying to be strict with myself with also giving flexibility to write when I want to, so bear with me.

tw for : on theme gore and violence, undertones of rape, on theme mature language.

(n.) things better left unsaid; matters to be passed over in silence.

Geralt looks at Triss with confusion and interest at her words, and she gestures to follow as she walks down stone halls, where we're met with boxes filled with sand over bodies of the dead, preserving them.

She looks remorseful, mourning the unfortunate and unavoidable losses, Geralt takes a moment to look around, before he continues forward, when I look at his destination I feel dread pit in my stomach.

"Shit.."

I whisper in a mix of disbelief and gall, Geralt plucks the Medallion from his chest, and brushes the sand off of it with his thumb.

"You didn't want the people to know that it bested a Witcher- and you let them believe that he fled with their coin."

He says, and for a second he looks furious, I look I've rarely been given, thankfully I suppose.

He gives a small glance to the passed, and tucks the medallion into his belt, beginning to move the sand away from its abdomen, digging around the cavern in its chest.

"You two clearly weren't acquainted."

Triss says, watching Geralt from the sidelines, I give her a second of my attention, before it peels back off to Geralt as a gutteral squish resounds in my ears.

"His hearts missing, along with his liver. Only one creature I know is that picky an eater."

He says in a moment of resolve, and mutters words that makes my lips dry.

"A striga."

Triss' eyebrows raise in disbelief, and turns to him curiously.

"Strigas are old wives' tales."

"-They're very rare, the only way to make one is through a curse."

He explains, and i nod, my arms are crossed over my chest as my eyes pan between the two, I stay relatively quiet as they talk.

"Someone wanted Adda dead."

Triss says in a disturbed conclusion, and Geralt hums in agreement, and turns his head just slightly to me, his eyes pierce through mine as he talks.

"But the curse didn't stop with Adda, It turned her daughter into a monster."

He says, and once again turns away, sucking his lower lip in to drag his tongue over it, becoming dry mouthed himself.

"Her daughter?"

"—Strigas are female."

He adds, and sighs through his nose as the reality of the situation kicks in, i clench my jaw as my imagination creates vague and unpleasant pictures, though not even the harsh close of my eyes can escape them, Geralts voice just aiding the distraction from them.

"This strigas a princess."

Geralt says and Triss shudders, but not shocked, and her dress floats behind her gracefully as she exits the room, I look to Geralt and he shrugs, Gesturing for me to go ahead, and I listen.

"I can hear your thoughts, you may be quiet but you're very loud in the head."

Triss says, her back is to me but I can hear the weary smile in the voice.

"I'm sorry for.. then, I should have never let my own desires interfere with what you and Geralt had."

She says, and I can see her hands plant on the wood desk.

"It's hard, I don't forgive Geralt either, but pain hasn't stopped me as of yet."

I reply, and turn to lean on the desk lightly, careful not to wreck her setup.

"I hope you can someday, He's a good man, he cares for you."

Her words feel like a sour citrus fruit, and my hand rests over my mouth, I let out a drained sigh from my nose, I'm exhausted, this conversation riddles me with uncertainty.

"I will allow you and Geralt to stay the night, and tomorrow we talk with the king."

She says, and turns sideways to face me, and places her hand gently on my shoulder.

"I understand how this may affect you, But for your sake, and Geralts.."

She says, and her hand raises to cup my cheek, it's endearing, and kind.

"Find yourself, it'll be your answer."

She says, and pulls her hand away and begins to walk down the hall, her heeled boots clacking against the stone and resounding around the walls.

"Oh, and I do hope you'll find your room easily."

She says, before continuing down the hall, and as of right on queue, Geralt emerges, and his eyes land on me, not with fierceness, but it's gentle and warm, it sends aches throughout my heart.

"Triss is letting us stay the night, Walk with me?"

I ask, pushing myself up from the desk and Geralt nods, and when we walk down a hall, I feel my mind guiding me, Must be something of Triss' doing, though I don't mind it.

Occasionally my eyes meet Geralts, he's staring, and he doesn't try to hide it, My gaze flickers away when I feel a odd familiarity with the hall we stop in.

When I turn to Geralt, his drags his tongue over his lips, and his hand snakes around the back of my neck, pulling me in.

The kiss isnt rough, but it's not gentle, and I find myself losing breath as I push off of Geralt, my eyes flit over his features and I swallow the harsh lump in my throat.

"We shouldn't do this anymore, Geralt."

I say, my hands drop to my sides and my ears burn in a fit of nervousness, I'm wary, it's an unusual feeling in this setting.

"..Sorry."

I whisper, and enter my room, it's unusually warm in comparison to the icy kingdom, though it is welcomed, and I pull off my pauldrons, and lay my swords on a small wooden desk, a part of me wonders where a room like this would come into play for a woman like Triss, but i digress.

My thoughts are rampant, questioning my own judgement and when I restlessly flop into the mattress I find myself staring into the wall instead of sleep, thinking of some way to soothe my mind, a oddly comforting tune plays in my mind, often played by lute.

— RAGAHHAGA AWOOOGEEEHHHH I WROTE TBIS AGYER NOT WRITING IN SO LONG... THE VOICESSS!!!!

[stellamancer]

4 agn 13 vor th e ask game :3 <- jsut woke up

oh moda namoda tacenda you are so cute. cuteoda!!

4) How do you choose which fics to write?

Um. It's really kind of whatever I'm in the mood for. I'd like to focus on one work at a time but sometimes I'm really bad at that. /gestures at my tons of wip

My mood changes a lot... and sometimes, even worse than that my mood and my brain will disagree on what we wanna write. :'D

13) Do you listen to music when you write? If yes, what have you been listening to recently?

yes! I do! most of the time. if i have to think really hard i have to turn off the music. i also have to turn on busy on discord because i'm very easily distracted by noise. (i also turn up my music really loud because my bf also chills in the computer room and sometimes he's on voice calls and that is the most distracting thing ever).

as for what i listen to. i'll usually gravitate toward osts and instrumentals. piano covers on youtube too. lately... mm. since i've been working on the heavily delayed halloween fic i've been listening to stuff for that (i have a specific playlist for it actually) which has been this song on repeat. over and over. i also like finding long ass piano medleys on youtube... hehe.

[fanfiction writing asks]

[hufflepuffwithaslytherinkink]

Tacenda - Chapter 40 Snippet

Joe fusses over Eleanor all the way to the hospital wing, his voice full of panic as he asks her if she’s going to faint and if she needs him to carry her. She just keeps rolling her eyes at him telling him he’s being dramatic. She doesn’t even want to go to the hospital wing, she wants to go back to her dorm, have a shower and wash off the feeling of Greyson kissing her.

At the hospital wing Joe sits with her, looking more anxious than her as Madam Pomfrey cleans her wounds. She gives Eleanor some potions for the pain and to help prevent infection before bandaging her hand and sending her back to her common room.

Joe keeps his arm on her shoulders, as though scared she’ll collapse the moment he let’s go. She doesn’t know if he’s more scared or angry as they climb the stairs towards Gryffindor tower.

As they enter the common room she goes towards the stairs to her dorm but Joe stops her. He gently guides her towards the couches before pushing her down and draping a blanket across her knees.

“What are you doing?” She asks, eyeing him dubiously.

“Taking care of you.” He states before glancing around the room.

“Joe I’m fine.” She protests going to stand up but he just pushes her back down.

“No you’re not you’re hurt and I need to make sure you’re not going to collapse from blood loss before you can be on your own. Where the fuck is Ben?” He states looking around again.

“Ben?” She asks in confusion, why does he want Ben?

“Yeah I’m going to ask him to get you something to eat and maybe a hot chocolate.”

“Joe.” Eleanor says exasperated. “I don’t need all that, there was hardly any blood.”

“Still I’d rather make sure.” He mumbles taking a seat beside her. “And don’t downplay it there’s like 5 litres of blood on your arm.”

Eleanor shakes her head at his dramatics. No matter what Joe always magnified everything.

“Thank you.” She says leaning into Joe’s side. “But I really am okay.”

“Please just let me fuss a little bit. I won’t be able to sleep worrying you’ll die in your sleep.” He mutters wrapping his arm around her.

Eleanor stares at him, a little taken aback by the concerned expression on his face. She presses her lips together nodding her head. “Okay.”

“Thank you.” Joe says with a small sigh before sitting up straighter. “Oi, Harry.”

Harry looks up from his seat across the room, his eyes landing on Joe and Elle a small smile spreading over his face as he approaches them.

“Hey, what’s up?” He asks happily.

“Could you do me a favour?” Joe asks.

“Seriously.” Elle mutters in embarrassment. He can’t have people running around the castle for her.

“Yeah what is it?” He asks looking at them in confusion.

“Elle was hurt, could you grab her something to eat and drink from the kitchens. She lost a lot of blood.” Joe tells him. Harry’s eyes dart to her, panic spreading over his face at her appearance.

“What happened?” He asks staring at her T-shirt in horror.

“It was an accident, I broke a phial in detention. I’m fine really, there was hardly any blood loss.” Eleanor reassures him. “I also don’t need anything to eat or drink.”

“Your t-shirt has more of your blood than you do.” Joe says sternly.

Eleanor cringes looking down at her bloodstained clothes. Yeah, this shirts ruined she thinks miserably.

“I’m going to get some food.” Harry states. “I won’t be long.”

“You don’t have to.” Eleanor tells him her face burning with humiliation.

“I know I don’t have to but I’m going to. You’re hurt you’ll need sugar and energy and stuff.” He says to which Joe nods approvingly.

“See Harry’s smart, listen to him.” He tells her.

Eleanor reluctantly agrees, Harry quickly leaving to grab her something before she convinces Joe to let her change out of bloodstained clothes and into some clean pyjamas. He grumbles but lets get go stating he’ll send someone after her in 10 minutes if she’s not back.

She shoots him an annoyed glare before hurrying up to her room. She grabs a clean pair of pyjamas and a hoodie before walking into the bathroom and glancing at herself in the mirror. She grimaces at the sight, no wonder Joe thought she was seriously injured. The blood had soaked her t-shirt and there’re are trails of dry blood traveling the length of her arm.

She quickly washes away the blood before shoving her pyjamas on and heading back down into the common room. She expects to find Joe waiting impatiently but instead she sees him pacing angrily as Dean rubs the back of his neck talking hurriedly.

Oh shit.

Eleanor slowly makes her way towards them, her stomach knotting with worry. She doesn’t need Joe kicking off again, he’ll already be in enough trouble for swearing at Filch and abandoning their detention.

“He’s fucking dead. I swear to God I’m going to rip his dick off.” Joe growls continuing to pace.

Eleanor walks closer and Dean looks at her with wide eyes.

“Joe.” He says quietly. Joe looks at him with annoyance before following his gaze his eyes softening as he spots Eleanor walking towards them.

“Elle.” He says sympathetically. “I’m so sorry he did that, I swear I’m going to destroy him.” He tells her.

“Don’t.” She tells him. “You’ll already be in enough trouble.”

“Like I give a shit about that.”

“Zac already hit him.” Eleanor reasons hoping Joe will listen.

“Not hard enough.” Of course he wouldn’t listen.

“Joe, please.” Eleanor begs.

“No.” He says harshly shaking his head. “He doesn’t get to touch you, to kiss you, without your permission. Against your choice. It’s vulgar and I’m going to make him know what it feels like to feel vulnerable and out of control.”

“Joe please don’t.” Eleanor begs.

“He doesn’t get to do that Elle.” Joe shouts angrily.

Eleanor’s lip wobbles as she thinks about Joe retaliating, about him hurting Greyson and getting into trouble for it. She wants to hurt Greyson herself, she wants to bring her fist down on his face over and over again. To let him know he can’t just do what he wants when he wants but she can’t see Joe get into even more trouble, to risk his place on the quidditch team and perhaps his future as a quidditch player.

Joe’s anger seems to decrease as he stares at her, he deflates as he steps towards her his arms wrapping around her protectively. “I’m sorry Elle.” He mutters into her hair. “I won’t do anything tonight but I’m not going to let him get away with it either.”

Eleanor wraps her arms around him grateful for that at least, hopefully she can get him to calm down and see sense. It’s not long before Harry returns shooting questioning looks at the various emotions displayed over everyone’s faces.

Dean must explain what happened to him because his face flicks through the varying emotions Joe expressed when she came down.

Eleanor convinces Joe to go and sit in his dorm with their food, she tells him she’s tired but she doesn’t want to Joe to see Greyson she has a feeling she won’t be able to stop him retaliating if he actually does. In all honesty, she doesn’t want to see him either she feels sick and furious at what he did and she doesn’t know if she’ll be able to hold back.

Eleanor falls asleep in Joe’s dorm, she wakes up tucked into his bed as he lies on top of the blanket. His lanky frame dangling over the edge of the bed, giving her room. She smiles at his caring actions before shifting to move the blanket off herself. It’s harder than it looks as Joe’s body weighs it down.

He grumbles as she shoves him slightly but she eventually manages to get herself free. She climbs to the edge of the bed, cautiously pulling the curtains back to make sure there’s no one getting changed in there.

Thankfully all the curtains are pulled tight around the other beds, meaning she can safely clamber out of bed and out of Joe’s dorm without the worry of seeing anything she shouldn’t.

She sneaks into the common room, glad there’s no one in there when she freezes spotting a figure lounging on the couches. Greyson.

“Morning Harris.” He smiles at her. Her skin crawls at the sight of him but she’s happy to see multiple bruises covering his face. “Believe it or not I was starting to believe you about not being a bed hopper. I actually felt guilty about how I talked about you.”

“Oh fuck off.” Eleanor snaps turning towards her dorm.

“You’re a great actress.” He tells her. “I really believed that whole spiel about you not sleeping around. Unless it’s the second mystery man.”

Eleanor sets her jaw. “I was in my brother’s dorm, I fell asleep there because I felt like shit after what you did. I wouldn’t hang around here if I were you, he’s out for blood.”

Greyson’s smile drops a little. “You spent the night in your brother’s dorm because of what I said?”

“Partly.” She agrees. “But mostly because you forced yourself on me.”

“No, I didn’t.” He says horrified.

“Yes, you did.” Eleanor says angrily. “You kissed me without my permission. I tried to push you away and you pulled me closer.”

“That was just a kiss.” He says bewildered. “It was nothing.”

“It wasn’t nothing to me.” She snaps. “I’m not the type of girl to just kiss people. I know the rumours say I’m easy but I don’t do things like that casually.”

Greyson stares at her with for a moment, his face appearing conflicted before he leans forward. “Harris.” He says his voice soft but serious. “I didn’t- I didn’t think people were bothered about things like that. I thought… I thought you were playing hard to get, that you were flirting with me.” He rubs the back of his neck. “If you genuinely didn’t want me to kiss you and I… I’m sorry.” He swallows. “I didn’t mean to do anything like force you I- I’m a fuckboy but I’m not.” He cuts off uncomfortably.

Eleanor stares at him fighting back tears. “No I wasn’t flirting. I was telling you I wasn’t interested, that I wasn’t like the rumours being spread about me, but you didn’t listen. Instead, you believed what you wanted to, said things that hurt me, despite what I was saying.” She swallows.

“I’m sorry.” He says again.

“They’re meaningless words Greyson.” Eleanor tells him. “Change your behaviour because right now you’re nothing but a piece of shit.”

She turns heading to her dorm ignoring his apologies as she makes her way to her shower. She needs to wash off everything that had happened, she can’t deal with it all. The detention, the room full of boys who have no respect for her or other girls, the fight, the injury, the hospital wing, Joe’s reaction, Greyson’s apology. Fuck it all.

[laurabenanti]

tagged by @gothprentiss and @cargopantsprentiss ❤

RULES: post the names of the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Tag as many people as you have WIPs.

i am the person who sorts their WIPs by folder so... we're going that route.

how the eff did this end up being a fic

tacenda

and she haunts you

divorced detective au

no pressure tags (aka, cat doesn't know who else to tag): @maximilff, @wistfulwatcher, @agathadanbury, @ncllcraines, and all my other beloved writing friends ❤

[ilguna]

Also I love the whole lacuna series and gallows as a character. It’s the small things for me like how you have a lot of inner dialogue so we can understand her actions rather than having to assume it. Other fics that I’ve read either make the oc very timid or very confident there’s no between so I like how you have a mixture of both. It humanises her and makes her more relatable with how she can be both vulnerable and confident.

Omg and the relationship between finnick and gallows the way they aren’t heavily dependent on each other and are both capable, I think you pointed it out in one of the chapters in tacenda when you were comparing peeta and katniss to them.

The alternative ending is so good I love a lot of angst so it was so fun to read. Especially because fallows was saying that it’d been a good idea to join the careers in the original and I was thinking about how different it would’ve been but you already wrote it!!!

I can keep going on but essentially this is a love letter to your writing and story you’ve built and I can’t wait to read anything else you come up with.

HELLO YES, i've been saving this ask for when i have energy!

my favorite part ab writing for the hunger games fandom so far is that i'm able to make personalities like gallows, rosecelli, etc. i give them distinct characteristics and mannerisms that some people can relate to. with gallows, she's very coordinated and can come off heavy, but she knows when she needs to tone it down. (With rosecelli, she's very brash and over-confident but she can recognize when she's wrong)

and finnick and gallows are a power couple in the way that they don't need to speak to know what each other's thinking. finnick knows what she'd do for him, and she knows what he'd do for her. and she makes a lot of comparisons in her time of narrating lol

alternative endings are THE BEST!! i have a bunch of written ideas that i'll never get to use for the main halcyon story so expect LOTS of AU's!!!

THANK YOU!! i love it when people come in here talking ab any of the series, it's literally my fav. i've spent years on the hunger games alr and i don't see myself stopping anytime soon. i love sharing my passions with you guys <3

[macaquepissjar]

New fic just dropped!

Rating; Teen and Up Audiences

Fandom; LEGO Monkie Kid

Relationships; Mei & Macaque, Mk & Mei

Characters; Mei, Macaque, Mk

Chapters; 1/?

Words; 2872

[heliianth]

whats your httyd wip? 👀

ahlshvd hi nonnie ^-^ its in the Super early planning stages but its rlly a bunch of aus or plot bunnies i found interesting (cloudjumper took hiccup w/ valka + human sacrifice astrid + drago’s hunter armies) that im stringing together

[euphroseia]

Upcoming Fic

Felix × gn!reader

Posting date: May 28, 2022 at 1:00 AM, Manila Time

Tacenda

(.n) things better left unsaid; matters to be past over in silence

a spin-off story to the strongest that you can either read before or after that. written in Y/N’s POV.

the therapist advised me that each month, i have to write everything I'm feeling and everything i want to tell the world; maybe this was some sort of comfort, because at some point, it seemed to be working.

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𝒟𝑒𝓁𝓅𝒽𝒾𝒸 𝑀𝓎 𝒮𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉

Tarquin X Reader

Oneshot featuring a character from @simpforthebloodgod ‘s books Tacenda and Versailles.

Here is part 2 to the Delphic series, this one features Tarquin! everyone's favourite awkward endertwin. L canonised that all he wants is his choccy milk and cant flirt for the life of him so here we go! XD i hope you all enjoy!

(pt. 1) - Deirdre x reader

Word Count: 1157

Pronouns: They/Them

Summary: Tarquin bumps into the reader late at night in the kitchen

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The sun had already set over the kingdom, most were asleep, except a few servants and guards that scattered around the castle. A few servants were left to clean certain areas of the castle, prepping it for the morning. This is where Y/n seems to be, left alone to clean that night’s dishes. The dim candlelight illuminating the sink enough to make sure each dish was scrubbed clean, the pile of dirty to clean dishes changing ratio over time. 

The methodical clinking of dishes in the sink fill the room and snuffs out most of the silence, something the cleaner despises. It always is followed by a faint ringing, it drives them half-mad, it was why they try to find themselves with others, enjoying the soft chatter of people around them or the sounds of daily work. 

They also seem to be seeking out Deidre, her company being rather enjoyable. Its always rather rare to find her alone, however. She’s either working under the king or with her brother, the quieter of the two twins, he was always more intimidating due to this. Always silent with an unreadable expression, though despite this, he is equally as ethereal as Deirdre. 

Y/n found themself lost in thought, scrubbing away at the same plate in a slow-motion as their mind rolled over the image of the twins. Ungodly attractive and seemingly extremely interesting to talk to - Deirdre was anyways - and holding a mysterious aura that sends shivers down their spine. 

“Oh, I didn’t expect anyone to be up at this hour”

The sudden voice caused the maid to yelp, dropping what they were holding and turning to spot the individual. Almost like history repeating itself, there stood one of the twins, except this one was distinctly not Deirdre, their voice was deeper than the one they remembered. 

Tarquin stood there in his nightclothes - which consisted of just a long baggy nightshirt - his hair slightly dishevelled from sleep and an edge of tiredness in his voice. His head was tilted curiously at y/n with a subtle amused smile playing at his lips. His amusement soon obvious within his tone when he next spoke. 

“My apologies, did I startle you?”

Y/n let out a breath, giving a shakey nod as they composed themselves, grabbing a nearby hand towel to dry their hands. Trying their best to calm fro the initial scare under the gaze of the enderman, his presence growing increasingly more intimidating within the dim light and uncomfortable silence.

“W-what can I do for you, sir?” They shakily asked, composed enough to speak and perhaps fill out whatever task the man could need at this hour. 

“Oh! no need to do anything-” he replied, sending Y/n an awkward smile before making his way towards a cupboard holding a variety of glasses and mugs. “I just came to get a drink, you can ignore me. I won’t be too much of a bother”

y/n watched him for a moment longer, seeing him quietly retrieve the milk from the icebox to make his beverage. Soon they turned back to their work, staying silent as they returned to cleaning dish after dish. Trying to ignore the presence of Tarquin behind them, his silence growing unnerving, as does the feeling of eyes on their back. 

“Why are you up so late?”

Yet again, Tarquin’s voice made Y/n jump. Turning their head to see the man standing closer by, the glass in his hand holding a brown liquid. The evidence of its creation being held on the counter he was previously nearby, there sitting the jug of milk and a pot of cocoa powder. 

“I-i” they stuttered out, momentarily meeting his eye before quickly turning back to finish their work, “im finishing up washing todays dishes, then I am to retire to bed..”

“They left you to do it on your own?” his question seemed to catch them off guard, blinking a bit before slowly responding.

“Yes... it’s my duty to have them finished. There just seems to be more today than usual.”

“Would you like any help?”

“N-no!”

Their sudden response had them both started, Tarquin left blinking in surprise. Eventually going to speak before being quickly stopped by Y/n themself. 

“I mean, no. ill be alright on my own.” 

Tarquin only nodded, deciding to just let them do their job. Although he stayed nearby, watching as he quietly drank his chocolate milk. The silence was filled with awkward tension, the soft clinking of dishes returning to fill said silence once again as Y/n continued their work. Neither seemed to want to speak or even know what to say at the moment, keeping them locked in an endless loop of thinking on what to say, trying to say something before deciding not to and lapsing into silence again. 

“My sister was right about you” Tarquin broke the silence, his voice quiet and hesitant. As if he was unsure of what he was saying. 

“What?” Y/n spoke, turning their head to look at him, “w-wait, what did she say?” it was clear they were worried, their eyes searching his desperately for an answer

“W-wait! No! Nothing bad, she said you were hot-” Tarquin tried to catch himself on the word, cheeks flushing a bright lavender. eyes widening in realisation, quickly starting to ramble to try and cover for himself.

“W-well she didn't exactly say that- I mean if she did she’d still be right- I mean no!- well it doesn’t mean your not hot, you’re definitely kinda attractive- not just kinda your very attractive- alright im going to shut up now!”

Tarquin quickly shut himself up, leaning back against the counter behind him and taking a long drink of his milk. Avoiding eye contact the best he could. 

Everything he said had caught Y/n off guard, their face heating up as each word set in. he, Tarquin, had called them hot. Not only that! He agreed to what his sister had said! She said they were hot!

“Oh..” They quietly responded, a shy smile waking its way onto their features. “thank you, Tarquin, that is very sweet of you to say”

Tarquin seemed to shrink a little, the already bright colour on his face seemingly darkening at their words. Merely nodding in response, soon having to pry himself away from the counter, quickly moving to clean up the left out milk and cocoa. he finishes his milk, placing the glass by the sink and ultimately disappearing into the night. 

He was clearly flustered, Y/n found that rather adorable. The mysterious quiet twin had an adorable awkward side, it made him seem a lot less intimidating than before. They thought on it, mulling over what they had been told. Soon, they had to turn back to their work, working later into the night as their thoughts distracted them, cheeks still red from the twin’s words

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[foofsterwolf]

are the first eight the new ones? tell me about them!!

The only new one that isn’t totally new is Tacenda. But otherwise. All are new! :D

So the first is Camboy Stiles which is Stiles being a Camboy and finding a NSFW website centered around werewolves. Scott visits and Stiles proposes they make a video together, here’s the snippet:

He is very happy to be back from the airport. He hates driving through D.C. traffic. Scott is led to the guest bedroom. Stiles expects him to go straight for the bed, but somehow his friend seems to have endless energy and sits on the floor in front of the boxes.

“Dude I don’t even know what is in those. Get some sleep.” Stiles complains as Scott opens the first one. He pulls out a bag of rubber bands. Stiles was wondering where those went.

“You should turn these into one of those balls.” Scott tosses them aside. Stiles gives him another look, if he’s tired, there is no way Scott -who has been up since two am- is not. “I’m not going to sleep at three in the afternoon. Sit down.” With a groan, a sigh and a stamp of his foot, Stiles complies.

Next up is Not Okay Colin. It was basically, “he will calm down if he gets pegged” as a fic. Here you go:

She moves with such grace that it knocks the breath out of Colin. That or it’s the weed talking. But the way she inhaled the smoke and blew it back out sends shivers down his spine. He could watch her for hours. She seems to have other plans however.

Her hand runs up his thigh, the action causing his longing to grow more. She’s the one. Well, every woman is the one in the moment when they collide. Whoever is there to help him when he needs it is made for him specifically. He doesn’t like to think about it too hard. He just considers himself easy to please.

“Take off your clothes,” she instructs. He eagerly complies. His hands quickly goes to undo the buttons on his branded shirt. He would do anything for her.

SK AU, oh yes. It’s for the Teen Wolf Mini Bang. I’m so excited to post it:

Blood, it covers every thought and action he does. Melds with his mind in a mix of pink and scarlet that can’t ever be truly washed away. It’s like it controls him, and commands him. He needs it. He is one with it.

It’s beautiful, washing down the walls and across the floor. Filling all of the cracks in the floor, it’s bliss. Filling him with a peace he was missing his whole childhood. He brings the knife down again, savoring the sinking and the noise that accompanies the motion. The firm releasing of the flesh under the blade, the resistance as it gives in. A high lingers over him.

Every sense is hyper-aware of every detail. His fingers slip along the hilt of the blade and he can taste the blood in the air. He feels at peace. Like a part of him that is always gone is finally where it needs to be. His soul is complete.

The whump exchange I’m writing is about Stiles surviving torture and having PTSD. Mostly it’s about him recovering slowly.

“How much sleep have you gotten?” Scott asks, he sounds tired himself. The call feels like an afterthought to a long day of work at the animal shelter.

“Plenty, you woke me up,” Stiles manages to sound more alert. He’s thankful that Scott did call him. His living through more of that dream is not his ideal night.

“Plenty? How much this week?” Leave it to Scott to hear one mention of Stiles having nightmares and then decide he needs to monitor Stiles’ every sleeping moment.

“A couple hours a night,” He lies, he is relying on Scott not hearing his heartbeat since the phone's mic can’t pick it up. He forgets that Scott has known him long enough that he doesn’t need it.

San Francisco’s finest, my darling! I haven’t actually written any of the story. I have half of the overview done though. I’ve done soooo much research for this story. It takes place in the year 1955 during real life events of the Mafia. I have 5000 words of research. Here’s Stiles’ short snippet of backstory:

Backstory: Born Mieczyslaw Genim Stilinski 1930 to Claudia and Noah Stilinski, Stiles was raised by his father to be the next in line in the Stilinski family organization. From a young age he started learning about how to run a successful crime family, by 1946 he had taken his first life in a fight with a business owner who refused to pay for protection. In 1950 he was shot two times by Isaac Lahey as Lahey defected to the new family in town, the Argents.

Tacenda is probably my current and maybe permanent magnum opus. The story is so good. I love it but it still hasn’t been properly edited:

Stiles can’t help but let out a small sigh as he paces his room. After the Nogitsune left his body the tension holding him taut like a bowstring had mostly dissipated. Mostly being the keyword. After years of only experiencing anxiety over things like possibly losing Scott, or something happening to Lydia. Having a near constant stream of it was exhausting.

In some ways he enjoys it. It’s always something to cut through the numbness he normally feels. A constant source of something for him to grasp onto. It’s hard to be bored if you can’t breathe or the words on your page are all out of order.

It’s not all gone of course, but neither is the Nogitsune. Stiles supposed that he got so used to having a voice in his head that once it was gone, the already broken collection of gray matter grasped onto it. A small comfort in an uncomfortable time. So what if he hears a voice in his head that tells him they will kill everyone close to him. It doesn’t mean he will. And it’s not like it’s all the time.

Subspace is my fictional band. I created the band for On the Road Again. Here is part of Danny’s (the drummer’s) backstory:

He grew up in a middle class family in the suburbs of Boston. His father was a doctor and his mother was a homemaker. He grew to resent the area he lived in from around the age of 10 when he started to notice how miserable his parents really were. He started playing the drums as an outlet, driving his neighbors crazy.

Once he got to high school, he quickly found his place with a group of outsiders. Frequently hosting parties at his place, he met Jack when he came by to deal pot to the party-goers. They didn’t get along at first, Danny didn’t like that Jack was dealing at his place. But he put up with it.

Last one, Stiles says they’re gay. This one is from Scott’s POV, he is woken up to Stiles and Melissa talking to each other. Stiles comes out to her before anyone else. Then starts talking about a relationship he is in. Here’s a snippet of Scott thinking Stiles and Isaac are dating:

“You two are so sweet, I don’t know why I failed to notice this sooner. Looking back, it makes so much sense.” Sweet? Isaac? He can think of a lot of ways to describe Stiles and Isaac in a room together and ‘sweet’ is not one of them.

“Isaac, sweet?” Scott mumbles into Stiles’ side. It makes Stiles laugh a little bit. Scott always forgets how ticklish he can be. He pulls back and repeats himself.

“Hush, Scotty. Go back to sleep.” Stiles says and gently pushes Scott back to the pillow. Scott doesn’t fight it. He finds the pillow far too comfortable to ignore. Plus he’s warm. He just wishes Stiles would lay back down so they can cuddle again.

“What do you think we are talking about?” His mom laughs slightly. But stands up to leave. “I’ll talk to your dad after work. Get some more rest. You boys need a lot of it after all you have gone through.” She then kisses Stiles in the forehead and ruffles his hair. She walks out of the room. Leaving just Stiles and him.