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tundrainafrica · 4 years ago

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Which would you say are your favorite fanfics ever? (Levihan ofc)

Okay, I don’t think I’m the best judge of what’s quality or not quality cause I ain’t no writing authority so I cannot vouch for whether you will like these fics or not. But I am a firm believer that good writing makes readers feel things and leaves a lasting impression.

So lemme rephrase the question… What fics left a lasting impression?

So brace yourself for one hell of a ride while I talk about fanworks that just fucked me up in the following ways:

Caused me to irrationally hate one random character

Made me forget something isn’t canon

Made me completely rearrange my day because I completely f-ed myself up.

Made me feel guilty for fucking up the view count because I keep going back there.

Makes me remember the fic as an aesthetic, not as actual words. Like literally I will imagine the setting almost perfectly in my head and like when I try to remember what happened, I don’t really remember the writing style or anything, but I could probably create a sim house about how exactly I imagined the house to look like or the yard to look like.

Changed the way I approach fic reading.

I don’t wanna spoil these fics because I’m assuming people are gonna read it so as much as I wanna make a long ass detailed review about why I love each of them, I won’t. I’ll probably just mention what the hell I was doing when I read the fic and how I completely fucked myself over.

I probably will miss some since I’m just listing these out from the top of my head. So here goes…And I’m only posting completed fics because I’m just that way.

Second chance by @fanmoose12

This is my comfort fic. The first time I read this fic, it was like 4am or 5am in the morning and I remember after reading it once, I read it like 5 more times that day.

This is literally the fic I just randomly open on my computer at work on some incognito tab when I’m just tired from all the shit they make us do at work and this is the random fic that I just open up when I feel like reading. And this is one of the fics I plan on showing my children one day when I explain to them what love is.

This isn’t depressing so I guess it doesn’t fall in the ‘fucked me over’ category but definitely one of the fics I read too many times to count that I remember it scene by scene like some simp.

Partners by fanmoose12

Woops, one exception for WIPs. I just had to post this here because it definitely left a lasting impression.

This was the first AU I have ever read and been invested in and I have been reading fanfiction since before I could remember and I have always stuck to canonverse fics until I got into Levihan.

This fic got me into the AU genre and I have never read AUs in my life before this so I think that says a lot about how much this fic means to me.

Somewhere Only We Know by @someonestolemyshoes

It’s not completely posted in ao3 yet. But since I beta-ed the fic, I finished it long before SSMS posted it but this fic. It started slow so it took me a week of on and off work to get through but I got through the second part of the fic, the last 30,000 words incredibly fast. I vividly remembered reading those last final scenes over breakfast completely in shock while my whole family was there. I literally had to leave the room and take my dog out for a second walk .

I remember the aesthetic of the overall story vividly enough to actually make a moodboard of it and spend a good 1 hour going through country side pics after finishing it. .

Yellow by @ariadneamare

God, this fic. I read this over a day of work. Like breakfast, first few thousand words, Lunch next few thousand words. And I finished the rest before bed and oh god, this is the type of fic that builds a great aesthetic, some lightness and just to fuck you over in the end.

I like to compare it to a longer and AU version of Pristine in terms of how it strings emotions along. I know they’re two completely different fics but the energy of the fic, the stream of emotions on how it strings you along is fairly similar.

This is literally one of those fics where I’m just having a good day, and my mind goes ‘remember that one fic’ and I just wrinkle my nose like ‘yeah THAT FIC’

Pristine by @mannatea

I’m sure everyone has read this, it’s practically a classic and I cannot count the number of people who told me it was depressing and I do not know why I did not believe them. I read this while waiting in line for milk tea. I lost my place in line around the time I finished that last part and just gave up on buying milk tea.

It has this build up, this incredibly fluffy build up which won’t make you think it will end the way it did.

Well. you know a fic is good when you know it’s gonna end a certain way but you allow yourself to get strung along anyway.

A Simple Choice by just-quintessentially-me

This is one of those fics for me that double as an aesthetic piece and a plot piece. I remember INCREDIBLY WELL, the road I was imagining that they were walking through and it satisfied my hurt comfort feels as well. Definitely one of my favorite 115-126 fics and one of the first ones I read in the fandom for sure.

So those are the english fics, I have to Japanese fics that fall in that category.

(For anyone who knows Japanese I guess but I personally think they’re worth a google translate.)

熱に浮く(Feverish Dream)

Classic canon compliant. Hange takes care of Levi when he’s sick fic but there are misunderstandings here, they contemplate their relationship and they are incredibly emotionally constipated here. Definitely one of the classics imo and it feeds my need for hurt/comfort.

前世なんてクソだと言う女と全て忘れた男

(A girl who thinks past lives are not real and a boy who forgot everything)

Hange is a teacher, Levi is a janitor. Hange remembers stuff and Levi doesn’t and just really cute stuff.

I’m pretty sure you guys are tired of me rambling about how much this fic means to me but really, I wrote a Tale of Two Slaves (Which is just brushing 100k words already) because this was just so beautiful it got me into the reincarnation genre.

私の中の少女、あなたの中の少年

(The girl inside me and the boy inside you)

Levi and Hange are exes/childhood friends and they meet again in a matchmaking party. This is just the greatest balance between emotional constipation and love. The premise was just perfect for the type of build up

Closest thing I’m gonna drop to smut here. Will leave my smut recs for another post but I’m low key really still thinking whether or not I should expose myself by dropping my favorite Levihan smut pieces hahaha.

Filo Socmed AUs

A lot of these probably aren’t google translatable since Tagalog google translate sucks but if anyone is interested, most Filo Socmed AUs have a fair amount of English so it’s coherent. I guess? I completely forget though how much is in English and how much is in Tagalog but these are the Filo Socmed AUs I REALLY remember and really go back to.

Vividly Remembered

This one got me blowing my days worth of salary on some meal in a restaurant because I didn’t wanna go back home to my house yet so I remember just crying over a meal while finishing up this fanfiction instead of going home.

Basically a fic where Levi and Hange were together already and were about to get married already but shit happened. I irrationally hate Nanaba because of this Socmed AU. Like everytime I see Nanaba, i think of this Socmed AU and I just hate her again.

Photographs

Levi and Hange are part of the photography club and shit happens. I remember being behind on work because I decided to take a three hour lunch break to finish this AU. This satisfied my sick Levi craving in so many ways (especially after reading Yellow)

Wherein Levi doesn’t have social media accounts and Hange is the class beadle

This last one just has the overall aesthetic of my own university so it really stuck tbh. And the premise of the build up is just incredibly cute.

These are the ones I can remember from the top of my head so I’m sure these are among my favorites. I’ll definitely update this as I read more.

#levihan #levihan fanfiction #fanfic recs

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peeterparkr · 4 years ago

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perfidy;tom holland|6

chapter 6: the frame

enemies to lovers au/enemies with benefits

story summary: Tom and you have been sworn enemies since you were young. However, you happened to be best friends with the twins. When one of your friends challenged you to break Tom’s heart, you immediately accepted to get back at him for all the times he’s hurt you. Old feelings might come back, while both of you try to go past your pride and your lies.

chapter summary: how do you make someone fall in love with you when they’ve hated you their whole life?

pairing: tom holland x y/n

warnings: swearing, timmy, mentions of sex, didn’t proof read

word count: 5.8k

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No one should ever have sympathy for the devil. They’re the devil for a reason. But somehow, you understood a lot of things about Tom. Going through his schedule had you already on your feet, no wonder why he was always tired. You had been avoiding any kind of confrontation with anyone as your hands were hovering through the mouse as the light from your laptop was washing white through your whole room, you hadn’t slept and you had a cup of coffee as you waited for your alarm to go off so you could officially start the day.

Your first day as an assistant, it didn’t sound exciting but it had you on the edge. That wasn’t the reason why you hadn’t slept, though.

Timothée and you hadn’t solved anything, both of you needed to think things, you’d asked him for more time to go through and about everything. Because honestly, you didn’t know if you wanted to go back to a relationship where you knew you weren’t the same. But you were still in love with him. You knew he loved you, too. You can easily tell, you know? when someone is in love with someone else. Yet it seemed like he had been so distant, even if he had only been 3 feet apart.

.And it was hard, because you couldn’t be thinking about it, but you had the right to cry about it, didn’t you? But you knew that at some point you’d break. You didn’t have the time to think about it, not now. You had already opened the document, the script you so feared of writing. So banal and stupid and typical, a script that had no meaning. And you were wondering if you really wanted to do that, you could easily just text Alessandra you were not up to write something as vain and stupid, especially because you knew you’d end up hurting yourself. This meant emotionally investing in something, and although there was no way you’d ever wake up past feelings, you knew you could end up hurting more people than planned.

Besides, you were certain it was impossible, Tom wouldn’t fall in love with you. So you maybe needed to change this, seduce him? But you felt so dirty.

It had been good, though, relieved some stress, some tension. But then, you’d seen Timmy. And everything had tumbled down. Because you were proving his point. Though the conversation had gone very normal. Timmy had understood that you needed time, you hadn’t told him what for.

It was wrong, it felt like cheating. Cheating on your heart, at least. But you looked at the little annotations you had for the script.

You hadn’t slept because you were wondering if you could ever make someone like Tom fall in love with you. Because really? What makes people fall in love? It had you thinking. And maybe you could turn this into a guide, how to make your number one enemy fall in love with you. Was there really only one fine line in between love and hate? Can one fall in love with someone you know so well?

How does one make the devil fall in love with you?

And you’d asked Timmy, “What made you fall in love with me?” As if it was a question like “what’s your favourite colour?” or “what have you been doing these days?”

He hadn’t answered, not really. Only gave you a smile.

You closed the script, maybe the answer was in between your past, and you scrolled through your files until you found them, your old videos.

You stared at the names, and randomly clicked on one.

“Okay, Y/N… Want to dance with Tom?” Nikki said behind the camera. The movie was messy, and she was trying to focus on both of you. A young y/n was on the floor, her mouth covered with chocolate ice cream. A bow on her head, and a very nice white with cherries dress, now all covered, too with chocolate ice cream.

You chuckled as you watched yourself, you had the rest of the ice cream on your hand.

You were barely 3, it seemed. Your brother, probably 8, was sitting on the couch as he was too busy nibbling on his own popsicle. A young Tom was giggling to the camera, covered in ice cream too, as he danced to the music playing in the background, ABBA, your mother and Nikki used to play ABBA all the time.

“Y/N you don’t wanna dance with Tom?” Your mother walked into the view, as baby y/n looked up to her and shook her head. However, your brother, James walked over to you and helped-forced you to stand up. He took your hands and made you dance with him, you grinned.

Your mother and Nikki started to clap as you danced, and Tom, of course, wanting to get back the attention, pushed away your brother and took your hands instead, dancing with you.

The video was rather something quite adorable and stupid, you were both dancing to the song.

You laughed to yourself, because there was probably a similar video when you guys were older, but now drunkenly dancing to ABBA.

The kids were dancing, and you ended up kissing his cheek.

“Adorable!” Nikki said.

Of course, the sweetness ended as Tom pushed you back, making you fall to the floor. Tom laughed and then you cried.

“Thomas! Don’t do that!” Nikki said.

“Y/N, love it’s okay, don’t cry,” your mother said, as she rushed over to you.

The video ended.

You rolled your eyes, that video was the perfect definition to your relationship nowadays. Except you didn’t like him. But you had to, for your own sake, you had to put up with him. With the devil.

He was the devil in disguise, you could see it. Even when he was younger, little devil, disguised as an angel, with a beautiful smile and angelic eyes. This was wrong, so wrong, you knew he could hurt you more than you could hurt him. How could you ever make him fall in love with you? If you hadn’t succeeded before what made you think that you would win now?

It made you feel guilty, even, because you were playing with something where you knew you had a lot to lose. You were risking your heart, and you knew that this was leading to your doom. It was no secret that you had once wanted him.

And even with everything, you didn’t want to hurt him. And you had circled around it, how you could try to ruin him. But you really didn’t want to. But how did you make anyone fall in love with you? Because it was written in the stars that you were both destined to hate each other.

Or maybe you had only been destined to love him once, or twice but he was meant to hurt you. You couldn’t rewrite destiny, no matter how good of a writer you were, you couldn’t rewrite the stars.

Was there an answer? Did you have to dress a certain way? Did you have to sing? Maybe makeup. And you started to think about it, maybe you couldn’t rewrite it but you could write a new story.

What had made you fall in love with anyone, really? And you thought about Tom, the first person you’d ever been in love with, the chaos he was. Like a busy rainy morning in London, with hopes of the sun finally coming out. And it didn’t make any sense. Maybe that was you needed to figure out how to make something senseless turn into something important. Falling in love with the devil. And you’d already sinned.

But you started writing, and before you knew it, you were already waiting for him with a coffee and a tea and a printed schedule. Tom would be picking you up.

“Morning,” you said but he hadn’t answered.

And there it was, the long-expected cold shoulder he’d be giving you. You hadn’t expected any less from him, of course he was now pretending nothing had happened. A black t-shirt and a pair of grey sweats.

“Here’s your tea—And-are you excited?”

“We don’t have to talk,” Tom said. “It’s too early.”

You raised your brows. “Alright.”

He remained quiet. But you watched him, the sun was making him a favour. The freckles on his skin were perfectly placed on his nose, it seemed like they were stars poured over. The damn boy was perfect, at least you could get something out of that.

You didn’t know if he had noticed your staring.

He was too good to be true, honestly. He was very attractive, too bad he was such an asshole. Why had he never liked you back?

And there it was, that feeling you’d always be feeling. The feeling of not being enough, or the feeling that you’d done something so wrong. But you’ve learnt better. You knew this was Tom being whom he was. Probably Haz had heard something and Tom had denied it and then he was giving you the cold shoulder to not raise any concerns.

This would be difficult, having to deal with him and try to make him fall in love with you when he clearly didn’t like you at all. It was good you didn’t like him either.

But you did look at the mirror and wondered if you looked bad, or ugly, or if it had been your voice, or maybe he didn’t drink tea when he was going to film, or what had you done wrong? That feeling would never go away when you were with Tom. What did you do wrong?

However, you needed to go through the Schedule, even if your thoughts were messing with yur brain. “We will go straight into makeup and—“

“You think I don’t know that?” Tom rolled his eyes.

You rolled your eyes. “Thomas I’m simply doing my job, alright? And if we want to work this out—And I’m just trying to be nice, okay? I don’t like you, I really really can’t stand you but I’m doing my best effort to try and be nice, and decent. We are gonna be doing this for two months and you know what? If you don’t get your shit together I might just quit right here right now and good luck finding an assistant in ten minutes, so you better not be pulling that attitude with me right now.”

He blinked as he cleared his throat. “Sorry.”

“Good, now I need—“

He smirked. “That was pretty hot, though.”

You closed your eyes with desperation as you turned to glare at him. “What?”

He grinned as he turned his head just slightly to wink at you. “I’m sorry after that night—Apparently that kind of stuff turns me on.”

“That night didn’t happen,” you cleared your throat.

He clicked his tongue. “But it did, and we were very chill after that, and that was hot.”

“You’ve got some weird kinks going on there, first the praise kink and now this?” You sassed with poison.

“The praise?—I don’t have a praise kink,” he frowned.

You laughed. “We’ll see about that, now we need to—“

“Oh we will see?” He smirked. “So you’re saying you will prove it to me?”

You fumed red as you glared at him. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you? I’m sorry to inform you but I’m a professional and that will never happen again.”

He grinned. “Oh c’mon, y/n.”

“What now?” You crossed your arms.

“You can’t… you can’t pretend it didn’t mean anything.”

“It didn’t feel anything. Did you feel anything?” This could lead somewhere.

“No. Well… I’m not saying that I felt anything, but it does mean something.”

You sighed. “I’m… No, I’m sorry I got caught up in the moment, that’s it.”

He laughed. “Hm, bummer, and here I was thinking about bringing yellow flowers.”

You looked away. Yellow flowers. “You wouldn’t even if you’d felt something,” you said with poison, not even wanting to think of yellow flowers. “And if you dare to mention that night again, I’m gonna quit for that too.”

“Nice, I love it when you talk dirty to me,” he snickered, but then quickly regretted it as you smacked his head. “Ow! Hey! I’m just messing with ya, y/n.”

You frowned, feeling your empty stomach slowly pulling down.

“I hate you,” you stated.

“I hate you more, boo,” he grinned. “I’m sorry, y/n, it’s just pretty early…”

“And? I hate waking up early too, I didn't even sleep last night.”

“Why not?”

Because you were broken-hearted, because you had to write a script, because you had to work for him, because you needed him to fall in love with you. But you wouldn’t tell him that.

You shrugged, not giving him an answer.

“I saw your tweets,” he pointed out. “What happened with Mr. Boring?”

“He’s not boring, and it doesn’t concern you.”

“Y/N, he is like actually super boring,” he pushed. “Like what did you even see in him?”

A lot, a lot of things. He was charming, fun, nice, intellectual and he supported your dreams. And he never got into your nerves.

“He was dreamy.”

“Dreamy?” Tom frowned. “He is boring.”

“He’s not.”

“That’s why you broke up, right? Don’t tell me you got back with him? He’s so boring y/n and he’s—“

“That doesn’t—Look, don’t even—This is strictly professional and we shouldn’t be discussing any personal matters okay?”

He chuckled. “Fine, let’s get into professional matters.”

And there you were, walking behind the big movie star as people boarded him, the director, other actors, everybody wanted to speak to Tom and you were only following after him, writing stuff down that you thought would be important for later, as you tried to follow up with everyone. You had made sure the catering had gotten Tom’s snacks right, and the water, and then the menu for later, and everything that Harry had told you to, and then you were leading the way towards his trailer, and then after setting up you’d go to makeup.

The set was big, and you felt butterflies just thinking that someday maybe you’d be writing or directing something of this sorts. The film world was fascinating to you, sure, television was amazing, too but this was just where you needed to be. Not exactly as an assistant but it got you closer to wherever you wanted to be.

You were approaching Tom's trailer, as you were trying to explain to him the schedule that would be going on down today, while your mind was going places as you tried to come up with times where you could be alone with Tom so you could at least start your investigation on knowing what made him fall in love with anyone, and you had to start flirting with him, although, he had already started on that. Very unprofessional. If you were honest, that was the least that concerned you, you were too busy imagining the day you’d finally direct your own film, but before you could even continue with your film fantasy, you saw….him.

Timothée.

You’d never had a heart attack, but you were sure you had just experienced one.

Timothée.

With some headphones around his neck and a pencil behind his ear, just outside Tom’s trailers as he was leaning over to read something on the person beside him.

Timothée.

He looked calm, and unaware that you were there. A white t-shirt, pair of jeans, and his curls flying.

Timothée.

You stopped abruptly, as Tom bumped against your shoulder. You froze, everything was getting blurry. This jeopardized everything you’d planned.

“Y/N--What?” Tom frowned as he followed your gaze and then he saw him. A frown appeared upon his face. “Is that mister boring?”

“Yes shut up I’m freaking out,” you snapped.

Tom scoffed. “You’ve got to be kidding me. What were the odds?”

“Sh.”

Tom watched you, and mockingly laughed. “What?”

“Oh my god, I can’t…”

“God look at him, he looks so boring,” Tom pointed out.

This was life laughing at you. “Can you please stop calling him boring?”

“You can do so much better than Mister… ,” Tom rolled his eyes. “Timothée,” Tom poisoned, accentuating each and every letter.

“Shut up.”

This was chaos. And Timmy finally looked up and directed his sight at you, those caramel eyes glazed right upon you, and you saw him, and there was that smile, perfect smile that had made you fall in love with him. He looked so divine, so fresh, as if he was floating. An angel.

How the fuck were you going to flirt around with the devil if your angelic ex boyfriend whom you still loved was going to be around?

“Y/N?” Timothée mouthed as he dedicated another smile at you.

You finally breathed in some courage and smiled at him, approaching him.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” He asked, softly, as his eyes were only on you. He had his ways making you feel like you were the only person in the whole world.

“I-”

“Timmo! Hello,” Tom intruded. “Hey, she’s my assistant, the real question is what are you doing here?”

Timothée finally looked up at Tom. “Thomas,” he said calmly. “Oh, really?” He turned his sight back to you. “Why didn’t you tell me, love--” he cleared his throat. “Y/N that uh, you’d be working with him.”

“I..”

“She doesn’t have to tell you everything, man,” Tom interrupted you for the second time. You nudged him.

“I just… didn’t think it was a big deal, but what are you doing here?”

“I’m kind of… an assistant of someone’s assistant, but hey, I’m part of the crew,” Tim grinned at you.

Tom watched between you both.

“Hey um, but what about your script?”

“She’ll have time to write it,” Tom pushed.

“I can talk for myself Tom, uh, here,” you handed him the keys to his trailer. “Why don’t you freshen up before we go over to makeup?”

Tom frowned. “Um, no, actually, I need you to come with me, I need to discuss some things,” Tom crossed his arms.

“Really? Even if we went through all of it?” You frowned.

“Yes, something just came up,” Tom smirked.

You wanted to hit him.

Timothée cleared his throat. “Maybe we can… talk later, okay? Later on a break?” Tim offered.

“Yeah, for sure,” you smiled at him but then Tom motioned to the trailer.

He walked in and you were quick to close the door.

“What is wrong with you?”

Tom scoffed. “I’m doing you a favour, y/n.”

“A favour?” You were about to kill him, but you didn’t. You remembered it. You were supposed to start liking him. “You know what? Whatever. Hurry up. We need to go straight into makeup, I’ll wait for you outside.

You were about to storm off before Tom stopped you.

“What?”

“Give me a smile,” he grinned.

You raised your middle finger at him and then stormed out. This wasn’t going to be easy.

However, he was rather decent after it, you went through makeup, wardrobe and eventually you were there, watching him walk into the set. You had a bottle of water waiting for him, along everything else he’d asked you.

He had been asking for a lot of things, every time he was sure that Tim was somehow close, Tom would bring up the most stupid request, and then add ‘please y/n, dear.’

He was terrible.

But you sat down, now ready to watch the scene. The director was giving him notes, and Tom was nodding, listening to him as he was getting ready. One of the things you had to admit that you loved about him, was his commitment, and even if you hated him, you knew he was very good at his job. Even the adorable facade he pulled to the world. You were very aware he was nice, and there were things that made you genuinely smile about him, but of course, he had a whole different persona when it came to you, and that’s when the magic simply stopped.

But you watched him as the light was falling to him, the frame was him and only him, even if he was not really doing much, you loved how he would change from whatever he was being and turn into an actual professional. And he looked attractive, even if the makeup he was wearing now covered the freckles you loved. And your mind wandered, a spring frame, maybe even beginning of summer, of strawberries and the sun shining, a turquoise bike and a race towards the ice cream parlour. Memories, memories, memories.

But you cleared your throat, not wanting to stare too much, even if the tight clothes he was wearing had you thinking. You thought it was ironic, even, 80’s type of clothing they’d chosen, and he… Had you thinking thoughts. Sins. But, honestly who wouldn’t sin with a devil like him?

But you looked away because you knew yourself, you knew the effect Tom had on you, and hell after that night, the effect had grown stronger.

You decided to look around, as you were trying to look up for Timmy.

Someone tapped on your shoulder.

“Hey,” someone whispered in your ear as you jumped in surprise, but finally turned your head to see Timothée standing right behind you.

“Hi,” you whispered as he grinned.

“Sorry for… scaring you,” he cleared his throat. “I didn’t mean to-”

“No, no you’re good, it’s okay, I just didn’t expect to see you here,” you admitted, your voice lowered as you finally laid your attention back on him.

“Yeah, it’s weird,” he chuckled. “Usually after a breakup, you don’t have to see your ex working with… Well,” he bit his lip, as he motioned for you to walk away with him, further from the cameras and mics.

“Yeah, with one of the reasons for the breakup,” you clicked your tongue. “But I mean.” You dug your hands into your pockets. Another reason as to why you hated Tom was that he’d been so delicate on trying to push you and Tim away from each other.

“You saw it, didn’t you? What I meant,” he sighed.

You looked away. “Tim.”

“He’s obsessed with you,” Tim scoffed as he shook his head. “And I can’t blame him, honestly, I am completely obsessed with you, too,” he grinned and you just smiled to yourself. “But… Well, it’s not exactly comforting to… you know.”

“He’s not obsessed with me, he doesn’t even like me,” you shrugged as you turned to see Tom as he was still listening to the director, too focused to know. “He’s… only trying to find ways to bother me.”

“Don’t you think that’s…” Timmy licked his lips.

“I can’t blame him, I kind of do the same,” you confessed, chuckling slightly. “Anything to see him angry.”

He pushed back a lost strand of hair. “Hm, maybe this is for the best, maybe right now we can finally spend time together.”

But you knew that the distance in your relationship hadn’t really come from actual space, you’d been emotionally distant to each other. However, when you looked into his eyes, maybe everything was forgotten. How could you not get lost into the way he looked at you?

But you couldn’t think about it now, you had something very important to do. Yet you couldn’t forget it, an autumn frame, with leaves falling down, as you ran towards him and you laughed as the night was fading in, eating cherries, and kissing him, once, twice and forever.

You coughed, as you avoided his gaze, coming back to normality.

“Tim, I…” You cleared your throat. “There’s something.”

“Why do I feel like I won’t like that something?” He scrunched his nose.

You licked your lips as you turned away, and you noticed Tom, you caught him staring. He quickly turned back to the director.

“I just really meant what I said, I need time right now,” you gulped. “I don’t think I can emotionally commit to anything, can we… please be friends?”

Timmy bit his lip but then grinned. “I’ll have to live with that,” he sighed. “But please don’t mind if I stare too long, I can’t help it, y/n. I’m an Icarus, remember?”

You nudged him. “Don’t fly too close to the sun,” you warned him.

He smiled. “C'mere, I’ll show you something cool,” he said as he led the way close back to where they were filming. They hadn’t started yet, but you saw Tom.

Tom gave you another glance and then ignored you.

You felt guilty, and weren’t sure why. But then you turned your attention to Timmy, who pointed out the lights on the set, and then to some props and explained what they meant and how it revolved around the story, and it was fascinating, knowing that little things that didn’t seem important would turn out to be so important.

“The story is hidden between the little details,” Tim said. “Like that flower pot, you see it?” He pointed to it.

“Yeah.”

“It’ll change through scenes, the pot will get darker as…” Timmy explained.

“Right,” you grinned.

But everyone started to shush everyone, they would start filming.

You had been quiet for the rest of the day, you had received Tom’s lunch and hadn’t even said any words to him. You’d been thinking about… a lot of things, really. But mostly Timothée, and how this was wrong. Very, very wrong. But there were worse things you could do, right?

Tom had decided to have his lunch in his trailer, and he’d invited you over with him. Of course, it probably was only because he didn’t want you around Timmy.

“Y/N?” Tom called. “Aren’t you going to eat?” He asked as you were biting on your cheek, nervously staring at the food.

“Hm? Oh, yes, sorry.”

He watched you. “So… I saw you talking to…” Tom cleared his throat. “Timothée,” he pronounced his name dragging his tongue and pitching his voice.

“Yeah.”

He blew his cheeks. “Hey, I can… I can get another assistant if you’re uncomfortable being near him…”

You chuckled. “Trying to get rid of me already?”

“No… I’m just… I don’t want you feeling sad,” he pointed out.

“I’m not sad.”

He shrugged. “Well, you look sad.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Tom shrugged. “And it bothers me.”

“Does it now?” You questioned.

“It’s my job making you sad and I’m angry he’s doing it,” he grinned.

You rolled your eyes. “Of course.”

“What happened then?” He pushed.

You looked away. “Nothing, Tom. We broke up, I told him we had to be friends for now, and that’s it.”

Tom watched you, he seemed calculated. He probably wanted ways to make you feel bad, that was Tom. Amazing memory when it comes to annoy you.

“Why did you break up?”

Distance. Him. Harry. Timothée knowing you got tired of waiting before and thinking you’d settled with him. Dreams that had to be changed for plans, and plans which involved being away. Timothée pointing out you had had feelings for Tom. You probably did. Timothée pointing out Harry was probably in love with you. You, being aware of it, but deciding to ignore it, or not accept it. Selfish conversations. Jealousy. Long conversations that turned into small talk. Because you felt like strangers. Intimacy was gone. No more sparks. Secrets that you both held. Tom. Because you’d gotten drunk once and said something about Tom that one shouldn’t say when you’re dating someone.

That was a summary.

“I… well, it’s too complicated.” A summary he didn’t deserve to know.

Tom shrugged. “Why?”

There was a part of you that was thinking about how you could make someone fall in love. You thought about Timothée, you loved how sincere he was. Maybe being sincere could help you. Being vulnerable helps.

“I think we fell in love very quickly and we didn’t stop to see if there was… anything else going on with us, like myself I—he just I dunno, we changed and we were so into the idea of who we were at the beginning.” You didn’t even know what you were trying to say.

“I’m not following.”

“I feel like,” you sincered yourself. “At least with me, it started out as… as me escaping from something else you know? I was trying to avoid other problems and it came as a simple solution but in the end I fell in love with him.” You didn’t regret falling in love with him.

“Meaning?”

“It was kind of a—getaway,” you licked your lips. “Escaping, but not really. I had too many feelings just trying to explode and I— I just let my feelings explode into him, I guess I wanted to love someone and he walked in.”

“A rebound?” Tom questioned.

“Not really.” Besides, you hadn’t talked about this with anyone, not even with Harry, or Sam. It felt wrong.

“So you were looking for a fling?”

“Well, no, it’s complicated,” you admitted. “But I just… really loved him, you know? But he’s very observant, and he caught up on it.”

“Observant, huh.”

“Yes and he pointed out things which I’ve been oblivious to, or maybe not oblivious but I was too dedicated to avoiding them that I forgot about them,” you sighed.

“What kind of things?”

“Stuff, I dunno,” you ran a hand through your hair.

He watched you, carefully. “What do you see in him anyway? He’s boring.”

You chuckled, slightly. “He’s brilliant, and besides, I can say more about him than that short skirt who asked you out today.”

He smirked. “Jealous?”

“What would I be jealous for?” You rolled your eyes. “If anything I’m thankful. I’m hoping she’ll be able to calm you and your horny ass down,” you bellowed.

He laughed. “She won’t be, I won’t go out with her.” He shrugged with fake shame.

You frowned. “Why not?”

Tom clicked his tongue. “Because, she’s…”

“Dull? Yeah, I noticed that too,” you chided. “Don’t date someone like her.”

Tom grinned. “I wasn’t going to,” he surmised. “But, please do tell me, what kind of people should I date?”

You bit your lip as you gave it a thought. “Someone with layers,” you began. “Fun, and who can put up with all your shit.”

He raised an eyebrow with a smug smirk. “Hm, sounds like someone like you?”

You laughed. “No, no, sweetheart,” you rolled your eyes. “Someone who can actually stand you”

He laughed as he moved his chair to be closer. “Since when do you care about who I date?”

You watched him with curiosity. “I don’t,” you cleared out. “What? Did you want me to care?

He coughed. “I love how you manage to change the subject to avoid talking about how boring your ex is.”

You nudged him. “He’s not boring, he’s amazing.”

“He’s not, I saw him explaining bloody props to you,” he laughed. “Props. God, he is boring, why did you date someone like him? He’s literally… Look, I remember this one time when he was rambling about some boring shit, see I can’t even remember what he said? And gosh, everything he says is so poetic, and it’s like bro calm down,” Tom said disgusted.

“I like that,” you laughed. “Maybe he’s just too smart for you, your little brain cell can’t handle it.”

He glared at you as he brushed his hand against your leg, you coughed looking at it. “Ha-ha, no, but really y/n, you should date someone fun, someone who can make you laugh.”

You smirked. “Hm… Since when do you care about who I date?” You said, walking your own fingers through his arm.

He shrugged. “I’ve always cared about that, don’t be silly,” he looked at you, as his hand stopped your fingers, and then played with your hand instead.

“Oh, really?”

“Yes, y/n, because you’ve paraded around with assholes, man, you’re really bad at choosing boyfriends,” he chuckled as his other hand landed on your knee.

You laughed. “I do have a tendency to crush on assholes, I used to have a crush on you, remember?” You stated with pride as you lifted his chin.

He laughed as he bit his lip. “Point proven.”

You gulped and looked away. “But Tim is different.”

“But he is boring,” he scooted closer, you were barely an inch far away.

“He’s not.” You looked away

“What did you see in him?” He pushed again and turned your head to him. “Okay, was he good in bed?” He chuckled.

You blushed. “Oh my god, you shouldn’t ask that.”

He snickered softly as he leaned over closer. “All I’m asking, y/n, is…”He lowered his voice, you felt his hot breath against your lips. “...if he’s able to get you all flustered only by… playing this kind of game and,” he glanced down at your lips, as he placed a single peck upon the corner of your lips.

You didn’t even flinch. “Are you sure you’re not the one losing, though?”

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fighttoshine · 3 years ago

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4, 28, 29, & 37 from the fic writer asks!

Shelly, I am so sorry - I have written far too much in response to these questions. They are all answered, but due to length everything after the first one is hidden under the read more.

(Currently answering questions from this list, in case anyone wants to ask me any!)

4 - How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them?

I have got so many ideas going on right now, that I can’t even count them all. I think there’s around 25, but most of them haven’t gone past the “oooh wouldn’t it be cool if this happened” stage. I only write them down and start counting them once I have definite scenes I want to write, and I’m constantly coming up with new ones, so I don’t worry too much about the numbers.

One that I discussed recently was Willie being a very happy, talkative barista who says slightly weird things (it was based on a post, I’ll find the link and hopefully add it here) and Alex kind of loves getting coffee from him. And then my brain randomly went “but what if Willie was a vampire?” which, strangely enough, could actually make sense in that situation.

28 - Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

Before I do this, I know a huge amount of really great fic writers and have read so many fantastic fics for the JatP fandom, and even have a number of friends who write now. So this is just a few who I look at and go “wow, you’re crazy talented, please teach me your skills” and does not reflect who I like the most as people, because you’re all so lovely and kind! <3

First up is Jay - @where-you-go on tumblr, where_you_go on ao3 - who wrote the beautiful three part stepping stones series. Her writing of the characters was so well thought out and handled, and the way she navigated some really sensitive and difficult topics was amazing. Since then she’s also wrote a number of other amazing fics, all of which make me love the band so much, and I am so glad I get to read her work <3

Next we have Kit - @willexxmercer on tumblr, kitastrophes94 on ao3 - who is writing the unbelievably brilliant Between Rage and Serenity, affectionately known as the mutants AU. Usually I will binge read fics, especially if there’s more than one part available, but Kit’s writing is so good (and full of angst!) that I feel every single thing that’s going so I can’t read it all in one go. They’ve also written a number of shorter fics that also make me super emotional and honestly, I wish my fics could make people feel that much for the characters.

And finally g - @sunsetcurvecuddles on tumblr, foundfamilyvevo on ao3 - ahhhhh, g! Her fics are like the best little snapshots into the lives of the band and the people around them, and (mostly) feel like a big comforting hug and a break from reality. I am always so glad to see she’s posted and sometimes go back to reread her work because I just love it so much!

29 - If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

I can’t think of any fic that I would want to write a sequel or prequel to, but I do sometimes read a fic and go “ooh I love these vibes, I want to write that in my own way to explore something different about this”.

37 - Talk about your current wips.

I have a huge list of like, partly written fics, so I’m gonna take “current” wips as the ones I’m actively working on, which are a Willie/Bobby qpr (queerplatonic relationship), Bodyswap Soulmates Willex and This Crush is Crushing Me.

The Willie/Bobby qpr fic was meant to be just 5 things they are happy to do together (since they’re both aro ace and don’t like kissing) and 1 thing they don’t (as in, they try it out and one of them doesn’t like it). That has now turned into 5 times Willie feels vulnerable and unsure about the relationship, and 1 time Bobby does. However, it needs a fairly heavy rewrite to make that adjustment so I’m currently writing that one by hand.

Bodyswap Soulmates Willex is, not surprisingly, about Willex being soulmates who can swap between their two bodies. That’s going fairly well, although I have exactly no plan for how story unfolds so the pacing is terrible, and that’s another one that will be rewritten by hand to fix the issue. So for now I’m focusing on exploring some of the things that could happen as I write, which is interesting and has made me consider some of the problems that could arise in this world.

Finally This Crush is Crushing Me - oh wow. That should be going well, and stay short and sweet and be finished by the end of the month. But the other day I was writing and not really thinking it through and put in something that I really don’t want to be dealing with right now. So I’m caught between deleting a large section and editing heavily to get back on track, or gently pushing it to the side and ignoring it until my brain stops going “no <3”.

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colour-outside-the-liness · 3 years ago

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Hey, I'm doing good too. Just normal amounts of stressful stuff right now. Just moved to a country I've never been to before but can't complain, things are not as hard as the last time I did this so. Thanks for asking! Yeah, I saw you posting about some pretty scary health issues before, I'm glad you came out of that alive and hope you're healthier now!

The nerve some people have! Haha I know I would be pissed if people were questioning my intelligence like that especially after a couple of drinks in haha. Though I do like taunting people when I play group games, I'll be like "don't need to try that hard guys, you're gonna lose anyway" just to mess with them or just call people sore losers if they accuse me of cheating haha (they're probably right on the accusations tho). People get real mad sometimes it's kinda funny. 😂

Omg literally laughed out loud reading this! Hahaha, how did you manage to fall over a road sign then end up in a ditch? lol omg hope you didn't get hurt too bad 😂 I was trying to downplay my drunken escapades but since you shared yours I should tell you my worst one:

I was at this summer street party at night and got drunk on something made out of tropical herbs and cachaça (which is about 48% alcohol), drank 3 and a half bottles of that like it was apple juice, made friends with a bunch of strangers in a bathroom queue (who tried to talk to me weeks later but I had no idea who they were), had to be held by my best friend while I peed (mostly missing the toilet), fell in the middle of the street and scraped my knee, threatened this boy who was helping me walk and told him not to try anything funny or I would beat him up, then dragged my friends to the beach and left them shortly after to go make out with my ex, came back with lipstick all over my mouth and chin and when my friends asked what I was doing I said I was just talking to my ex and they were like NO YOU WERE NOT, hahaha then I kissed all my girl friends on a dare and we danced under the full moon, then I told my best friend I had to puke so she took me to the ocean but I changed my mind and happened to step on a dead turtle on the way back and started crying bc of it, but last month my best friend told me it was a rock I had stepped on (I believed it was a dead turtle for 7 years!). Had the worst hangover of my life the next day. ✌️✨

Ah I'm happy you liked it! I've never listened to Six musical before but it sounds fun! I can see why you like it haha made me want to dance around my apartment 💃. And hey if liking musicals is your thing then it's great, I'm sure Hozier will understand if he's not your top artist of the year. 😋 Here's my "damie" Pinterest board if you or anyone else wants to check it out, totally recommend making one if you're a visual person like me!

https://pin.it/UcHVlkq

Oh I could talk about Dani and Jamie forever I think. I love the beast in the jungle speech too and it's so painful to watch, VP delivered that beautifully, but I have to admit I'm always a crying mess from episode 1 when older Jamie starts reciting that song about being sad while waiting for her lover to return, this show is fucking cruel I hate it and love it at the same time hahaha. Omg your mom 😂 but I mean it's truly an honor to be compared to someone like Dani, no? She's really great even if she needs a little help haha (don't we all).

Aaah you're amazing! Thank you so much, I'll read this pirate AU soon!

I used to draw a lot, really loved doing it when I was a kid as I said before, and all throughout adulthood too but I haven't done that in almost a year now bc I've got a bit of a case of burnout I guess, it just takes a lot of effort to do it when it shouldn't be like that at all. I used to do fanart too, for other fandoms. Even made one for Dani x Jamie but ended up not liking how it turned out haha. I've got a lot of respect for writers and fanfic writers also! Yall can make words make sense in really interesting and beautiful ways, build worlds so enthralling I can see them vividly in my head. Writing is such an incredibly fascinating skill to have! And I guess the most important thing is that we enjoy doing these things right? Even if we think we're not particularly good at it.

Anyway, have a lovely weekend! 👋✨

Good I'm glad you're doing great but sorry you're dealing with stressful stuff!! Hope living in a new country goes well for you I'm so jealous that you've lived in different countries I'd love to live somewhere else even if just for s few years!! Awwh thank you so much I definitely came out of it alive and am feeling so much better now thank you I mean I do some pretty ditzy things so when people say it to me it's pretty deserved sometimes, I'm secretly smart and people just don't expect it so I never mind too much haha I might have to start saying the things that you do and just taunting them over it I mean, I usually do win even when they make me answer different questions so I will definitely have to start saying things like that to them Haha I love that you're just like "yeah they're probably right in their accusations" I agree seeing how mad some people get over games and stuff is funny (it's me I'm people I hate loosing games depending on what it is and I am very competitive) So it was very dark and all we had for light was my roommates flashlight on her phone but while we were walking home a friend of ours that lived else where kept texting her to make sure we were still safe (my phone as dead at this point) so while she was texting him her flashlight was facing down and someone had moved this road sign to the footpath and it was on that sits on the floor so while I couldn't see it I walked into it and fell over it but while I feel I grabbed hold of it and flipped with it and fell in a ditch with it on top of me... I was fine and was just laid laughing while my friend looked down at me and in the most northern accent ever just said "get up you dickhead." and helped me off of the floor and then asked if I was okay... and I was so it was all good!! Haha 😂 I love this drunken story that sounds like one hell of a night and is a roller coaster from start to finish!! I'm sorry you thought you had stood on a dead turtle for 7 years though, someone really should've told you that it was just a rock!! But that sounds like my kind of night!! I love nights like that... stories that will last a life time... the only down side is the hangover... luckily I have only ever had one hang over in my life and it wasn't the morning after the road sign fiasco... I felt surprisingly good the morning after that haha 😂 It's such a good musical it's about Henry VIII wives and I just love everything to do with his wives and that musical is so much fun and actually gives a little insight to the lives the six Tudor queens had away from Henry and with him because at school we're mainly just taught about him which sucks!! I loved the Hozier song and am definitely gonna have to listen to more of his stuff!! I love musicals so much I mainly listen to musical soundtracks at the minute- usually, Legally Blonde and Six on repeat haha 😂 Ooo thank you I will definitely check out this Pinterest board thanks for sending it to me!! I could talk about them forever too... since watching Bly Manor my niece has been asking me so many questions about it and I am more than happy to talk to her about it haha!! The beast in the jungle speech just breaks my heart every time I relate to it so much and VP just delivers it so beautifully!! Oh yeah now I know at the beginning that it's older Jamie I am just a wreck the whole show is just so beautiful and heart breaking at the same time I LOVE IT!! Even though it makes me sob- I keep putting myself through it!! I mean, yeah I was happy that she said it Dani is great but it was the way she said it... my mum can be something else sometimes... she said she thought Dani was like me the first time she does the accent when she says "I've fallen quite in love with London" because I just randomly do accents a lot too but it was the way she was like "She needs help... but I like her she reminds me of you" I was just like... "Should I go get help?" I still don't know the answer to my question about if I need help or not but I mean I probably do need it You're welcome I really hope you like it!! It's a

great fic I love it!! Yeah I get that if stuff starts taking too much effort and burns you out you're not gonna wanna keep doing it so it's understandable that you stopped!! I think fan art is great and I really would love to be able to do it myself but I just don't have the skill it takes!! Awwh it's a shame you didn't like the Dani x Jamie one you did I would've loved to have seen it!! Honestly there are so many talented writers out there and when I read their fics I am just in awe of the worlds they have built and the stories they have created we are so blessed in this fandom to have so many amazing writers and so many amazing fics out there Oh yeah definitely its important to enjoy what you do!! I know I love writing and love writing fics for Dani and Jamie so I think I'll be doing it for a while even if I'm not great at it haha Awwh thank you very much I hope you have a great weekend too!! ☺️

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nico-drives-badly · 4 years ago

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Hey guys, wanna read about my Mermaid and Pirate AU that I randomly came up with last night that’s also very loosely based on DMC4?

(Note: this is a really lengthy outline that’s been copied and pasted directly from my notes app. Y’all know how my writing works at this point lol.)

The story begins with Kyrie and Credo’s parents fighting off enemy pirates, eventually leading to Kyrie and Credo’s father killing their captain to get a hold of their treasure. But when his wife opens the treasure chest, she is shocked to find a little baby boy inside; the captain must have hidden her baby to keep him safe during the raid. Overwhelmed with guilt for killing the baby’s own mother, the parents decide to raise the child as their own, and they name him Nero.

19 years later, Nero is now a fully-fledged pirate sailing alongside his adopted siblings. Kyrie and Credo’s parents died of illness a few years prior, so Credo has taken on the position of captain. Everything is perfectly normal for the pirate siblings, until their ship suddenly gets ambushed by enemy pirates one night, and they throw Kyrie overboard. Nero, despite not knowing how to swim, dives in after Kyrie and miraculously rescues her. Nero is too full of adrenaline to realize it, but his legs had momentarily transformed while they were submerged in the water...

After that, all sorts of strange phenomenon start to happen to Nero. Over time, Nero slowly realizes that he can control and manipulate water with his hands akin to a waterbender, but he doesn’t understand why. It isn’t until one day, when Credo finds a mermaid with white hair and a red tail tangled in the net of their daily catch, that Nero suddenly remembers the night he rescued Kyrie and quickly puts two and two together.

Credo is about to kill the creature when Nero suddenly stops him in his tracks. Nero bargains with Credo that they could question the mermaid for information and potentially use him to find treasure. Credo is hesitant, at first, but he eventually agrees to keep the mermaid as their hostage, and he orders Nero to take their prisoner below deck for questioning. Nero proceeds to drag the net downstairs and tie up their hostage, little knowing that the mermaid is quickly starting to dry...

Finally, right as Nero finishes tying the last knot, the last drop of water evaporates from the mermaid’s skin, and his tail suddenly morphs into a pair of human legs! Stunned by the sudden transformation, Nero proceeds to stammer out all sorts of questions, and the hybrid creature quickly realizes that this kid wasn’t holding him hostage, at all; all he wanted was to find someone who could understand him. With this in mind, the hybrid formally introduces himself as Dante and patiently answers all of Nero’s questions he has about himself, and as Dante and Nero continue to exchange information about each other, they are surprised to discover that they are actually uncle and nephew.

Dante reveals that he and his twin brother, Vergil, were half-mermaid and half-human, and they would transform anytime they touched water; Nero, on the other hand, was only 1/4 mermaid and only transformed when his legs were completely submerged in water. Because of this, Nero was able to live a relatively normal life, but Dante and Vergil would never be able to live on the surface world without being ostracized.

For this reason, Dante and Vergil both agreed early on that it was better for them to live in the ocean. They parted ways when they were 18, but they promised to always meet each other at a special rock on the shores of their hometown every full moon. No matter where they were in the seven seas, Dante explained, they would always be able to find their way back home; all they had to do was wear their half of the Perfect Amulet — an enchanted undersea necklace that their father had made so that he could always visit their human mother — and let the ocean guide them.

Everything was going swimmingly for the next 1 1/2 years, until one night when Vergil failed to show up at their meeting spot. At first, Dante assumed it was just a fluke, but when another 3 full moons passed with still no sign of his brother, Dante quickly assumed the worst. Ever since then, he has been searching all across the seven seas for his brother’s half of the amulet; it was all he had left of him.

Nevertheless, Nero is still hopelessly confused about his origins; he knew that he was adopted, but his parents never told him the truth about his birth mother’s death. He eventually agrees to release Dante from his imprisonment in exchange for helping him find answers. Later that night, while Credo and Kyrie are asleep, Nero and Dante sneak into the Captain’s Quarters — which the siblings have left untouched for years out of respect for their deceased parents — and search through their personal belongings.

Eventually, Nero finds a diary that used to belong to his adopted mother: the earliest entry talked about how she discovered Nero’s powers while she was bathing him one night, and how she learned to bathe him standing up to keep his legs out of the water; another entry talked about how she refused to let her husband teach Nero how to swim, no matter how ridiculous the request seemed; yet another talked about how guilty she felt about keeping this secret from her husband, but she knew that it was the only way to guarantee Nero’s safety.

The last entry talked about a nightmare she had during her illness, in which she recalled the day they fought off the enemy pirates and unknowingly killed Nero’s mother. She remembered how they were blasted with torrents of water and pelted with sheets of ice by a mysterious man clad in blue, until her husband struck him square in the chest with his cutlass and murdered him on the spot. She recalled how furious Nero’s mother was by the sudden death of her husband, threatening to set their ship ablaze with Kyrie and Credo inside if they didn’t leave at once, all the while fiercely protecting an old treasure chest behind her. Last but not least, she remembered opening the old treasure chest when it was all said and done, and finding an infant baby Nero inside...as well as a beautiful ruby necklace encased in silver.

Stunned, Nero turns to tell Dante about this revelation, but the words evaporate from his mouth when he sees his uncle staring wide-eyed at his brother’s amulet, which was proudly mounted on the wall as a token of their bounty.

Kyrie and Credo’s parents...the adopted parents of Dante’s own nephew...they’re the ones who killed Vergil.

Overcome with rage, Dante storms out of the Captain’s Quarters suddenly and barricades the door with ice, trapping Nero inside. Moments later, Nero feels the boat start to rock violently, and all at once his eyes widen. Thankfully, Nero manages to melt away the ice with little difficulty, and he quickly warns Kyrie and Credo to grab their cutlasses and follow him. Eventually, the three siblings arrive on deck, and what they see makes all of their jaws drop. Standing before them is none other than Dante, his eyes glowing a dangerous red and a violent cyclone of water circling rapidly around his body. A massive storm cloud is brewing above the cyclone, rocking the ship furiously along the choppy waves.

Dante, seeking vengeance for his dead brother, starts to ruthlessly attack Kyrie and Credo with water and ice. Nero tries his best to protect them without exposing his true identity, but Dante is far too strong to be defeated with cutlasses alone. Eventually, Dante has Kyrie and Credo cornered, and he begins to summon a onslaught of razor-sharp ice daggers aimed straight for the heart...

Suddenly, Nero throws himself in front of them and desperately holds out his hand, connecting with the fatal attack and melting away the ice in an instant. Nero begs Dante not to hurt Kyrie and Credo; they were his family, too. Dante seems to falter at this, and the red glow in his eyes disappears in an instant. Reluctantly Dante lowers his arms and releases the raging cyclone, returning the ocean to its calm, natural state.

Once Credo finally knows that they are safe, however, he suddenly stands up and points his cutlass right at Dante’s chest, stating that he has been far too lenient on him and that he should be slain at once. Nero tries to reason with Credo, reminding him of their father’s golden rule of pacifism that was established shortly after they adopted Nero: no treasure is worth more than a human life. Credo rejects this notion, however, scathingly reminding his brother that Dante isn’t human. Finally, as a last resort, Nero does the unthinkable: he summons the water from a nearby puddle and hovers it between his hands, and he almost shamefully admits to Credo that he’s not fully human either.

Credo is taken aback at this, and as Nero continues to explain his identity and origins, his shock soon gives way to horror when he realizes what his parents had done. At first, Nero assumes that his brother also saw the error in his parent’s ways, but he quickly learns otherwise when Credo furiously detests his parents for adopting a “monster” as their own son. Credo was barely old enough to remember that fateful day, but he knew all too well what these creatures were capable of. He is outraged at his mother for knowingly raising a child capable of so much destruction, for putting himself and Kyrie in so much danger. Nero tries to reason with Credo that he’s never wanted to hurt anyone, but Credo furiously responds that his birth father nearly drowned their entire crew and his birth mother threatened to burn Kyrie and Credo alive; what did that make him?

Unbeknownst to everyone, Kyrie has mysteriously retreated below deck and is desperately searching for something important...

Finally, after failing to convince his brother otherwise, Credo forces Nero to choose: either he stays on board with them and renounces his mermaid origins, or he walks the plank with Dante and never sets foot on this ship again. Nero, hopelessly caught in the middle, begs his brother to reconsider, but Credo’s mind has already been set. Dante encourages Nero to stay behind with his siblings, insisting that he shouldn’t let some old sea hag come between him and his family, but Nero counters that he was also the only family Dante had left.

Suddenly, Kyrie returns to the main deck with Vergil’s half of the amulet, having laboriously pried it off of its wooden mount with her bare hands. She hands the amulet to Dante and tells him to go in peace, promising that they will allow Nero the freedom to fully embrace his identity in return.

Dante is touched by the offer, but he ultimately declines, choosing to let Nero keep the amulet and depart empty-handed. Nero is hesitant to take something that meant so much to his uncle, but Dante assures him that it’s better than letting it go to waste. Dante turns and starts to walk towards the edge of the wooden plank, but Nero quickly stops him and asks if he will ever see him again. Dante simply chuckles and responds: “Just let the ocean guide you, kid. As long as the moon is full, you’ll know where to find me.”

And with that, Dante jumps overboard and disappears under the water, returning to the tides from which he came.

The story ends with an epilogue that takes place roughly two weeks later. Credo and Kyrie have slowly grown to accept Nero’s true identity, and Nero in turn has begun to embrace his strange new abilities, as well. Needless to say, when Credo tells Nero that he has to swab the deck before he’s allowed to leave at sunset, and Nero quickly finishes the task by moving the soapy water all across the floorboards before happily flinging himself overboard, it quickly becomes obvious that life will never be the same for them.

Meanwhile, Dante is waiting at the special rock on the shores of his hometown, just like he always did every full moon. He proceeds to “talk” to his deceased brother, just as he always does, pretending to fill him in on everything that’s happened to him over the past month. He goes on to ramble about Nero and their experiences together on the ship, and he somberly adds that he wishes Vergil could’ve been there to meet him.

Suddenly, Nero emerges from beneath the waves and sits on the other side of the rock, letting his light blue tail float lazily in the water.

“Hey, Dante,” Nero greets his uncle with a smile. “Long time no see.”

#devil may cry #au #dmc nero #dmc dante #dmc kyrie #dmc credo #nico writes #nico’s concepts #oceans of arcana

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bookocd · 4 years ago

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Velaris University

So this is my first try at a college AU and while it was super fun to write, I would love for some feedback if anyone has any! Also please let me know if you want to be tagged in future updates or have prompts for this series (I will def need them)

Thanks for reading! I hope you like it :)

Here is my masterlist of fanfics is anyone wants it!

Chapter 1:

“I just think it’s stupid.” The entire car trip had been the same conversation playing on repeat. I was getting a headache.

“I know exactly what you think Nesta. You’ve only said it about twenty times.”

“I don’t understand why anyone would go to college with a boyfriend.”

“You don’t actually think that, you just hate Tamlin.” I was rubbing temples fiercely, and let out a sigh of relief as the Velaris University sign came into focus ahead of us.

“He lost my respect when he threatened to break up with you if you didn’t follow him to SCC.” The moment I told her, I regretted it and I couldn’t help my frown from deepening.

“Nes you need to let that go, he obviously didn’t mean it. He was just upset. We were both upset.”

The fight I had with my boyfriend flashed in my mind, and I had to stop myself from physically cringing.

I was hugging myself with tears running down my face.

“Feyre, did you really think that I would be happy?” His voice was quiet, like it was also waiting for the inevitable explosion. We were standing in the greenhouse that was connected to his families mansion. This was the place they had shared their first kiss, their first time having sex, and also their first I love you’s. A thought crossed my mind that this would also be the space we had out first breakup.

“This-s program is m-my dream Tam. It’s what I want to do with my l-life.” It was hard to get the words out through the sobs.

It was apparently the wrong thing to say. Suddenly there were plants on the ground and one of the tables was on its side. I backed up, the sobs increasing. He turned to me with a feral look on his face, and yelled, “I thought this was our life! You’re being so fucking selfish.”

I tried to stammer out an apology, but he put his hand out to silence me, a command.

“If you do this, we are over.” The glow from the greenhouse light made him look angelic, with his long golden hair and perfectly angled face. This would have been the perfect picture if he wasn’t glowering. He waited for a minute with his chest moving up and down with his quick breaths. He was waiting for me to change my mind, but I wasn’t going to.

He finally realized what my silence meant, and kicked over another table of flowers. A pot landed right at my feet and shattered instantly. It reminded me of my heart. He retreated into his house, slamming the door behind him.

“Being upset is not an excuse to be a dick.” Her comment brought me back to the present. “And it scares me that you think it does” she continued. I wasn’t going to tell her that it scared me too. I also wasn’t going to tell her, or anyone else, about his more violent reactions. I just kept telling myself that those responses were not directed toward me.

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore. I love him, we are together, and that’s all I have to say.” She turned her blue Chevy into the parking lot of Apartment Hall D, which was where I would be living for the next year. I could see the whites of her knuckles as she gripped the steering wheel, readying herself for another round. Before she could start again, I asked. “Can we just unpack the car please?”

Her glaring eyes and stiff posture showed how hard it was for her to drop the topic, but she ended up shaking her head, parking the truck, and opening the car door.

—

Nesta and I climbed the three flights of stairs to apartment 304, and I wondered if there was roof access.

“Feyre the key,” Nesta’s labored breath and arms full of boxes, had me reaching into my purse and digging for my keys. Finally finding them and feeling a glare on the back of my neck, I opened the door to my new home.

Walking into the open concept apartment, I was very happy over my decision to not live in a dorm. The only reason I could afford this was because of my scholarship, but I wanted space to paint and I wanted Tamlin to have the ability to visit whenever he wanted. The kitchen was directly to the left of the door, with yellow cabinets, a large oven and fridge, and a large white granite island. The apartment was furnished, so the room beyond the kitchen had a medium sized couch with blue cushions with a navy armchair next to it. Both the couch and chair were facing a white wall where a wooden TV stand sat, which was empty if the occupants couldn’t afford one. This occupant could not. Past the living area, a glass door led out to a small deck that had a view of the whole campus. I pushed open the door and felt the morning breeze hit my face. The sun was rising and the light reflected off all the windows, which ate every shadow in sight. The University was almost golden.

Reluctantly I tore myself from the beautiful sight.

Turning back I went looking for my bedroom. A small laundry room and pantry directly next to the kitchen. A small hallway showed three more doors, two on the far side and one on the closest side. One was an empty bed room, with a spacious closet, a bed frame with a mattress, a small dresser, and a worn wooden desk and chair in the corner. The room was small and the furniture was old, but the view from the window was worth it. It was the opposite side from the deck, so I was looking out onto the city of Velaris. The ocean was visible and so were the mountains that surrounded the north side of the city. The morning sun was illuminating the water making it sparkle, and I knew that I would live in a shoe if it had this view.

My randomly assigned roommate was no where to be seen, but the next room was already filled to the brink with clothing, makeup, and jewelry. I was excited to hopefully have a friend I could borrow some clothes from, even though half of it I could never pull off. Nesta, however, took one look at the dresser, which was overflowing with lingerie, and scoffed. Her scoff was covering the embarrassed look and blush now covering her face. I had to hide my snort with a cough. My sister being uncomfortable was very rare, so the fact that underwear is what caused it was fucking hilarious. I immediately got out my phone and sent a text to Tam.

NESTA IS SCARED OF UNDERWEAR!!

haha mens or womens?

Apparently women’s

knew she had to be afraid of something

maybe you should change your wardrobe to just underwear just to make her uncomfortable

i would fully support that

Pig lol

I smiled at my phone, at the semblance of normalcy between us.

I glanced into the small bathroom across the hall. There was a shower, toilet, and a nice double sink. One half of said sink was covered by perfumes, curling irons, and other hair products. The colors were so vivid and varied that they stood out from the dull white bathroom, like paint splatter on a white canvas.

After our tour of the apartment, my sister was silent as we carried up bags and boxes from the bed of her truck to my room. After everything was pilled into my small room, and a box of kitchen supplies was left sitting on the island, Nesta made a gesture for me to follow her back downstairs. She lived in a small single bedroom apartment across campus. She had told me that she needed her own space as a third year, so we couldn’t save money and just live together. I didn’t humor myself into thinking that her answer wasn’t utter bullshit.

When we stepped out of the building and into the warm day, I found myself saying, “Thank you… for driving me and helping me bring up all my stuff.”

As she was climbing back into her truck, she hesitated. The hard look she pinned me with over her shoulder, had me bracing for the impact of her inevitable words.

“Don’t come crying to me Feyre when he finally does something that being upset doesn’t excuse.”

Nesta always was the worst at goodbyes.

—

Even though classes didn’t start for another 3 days, I started unpacking my art supplies and organizing them into my desk drawers. I had only just started when I heard the front door open.

“Dude I can’t believe you got a rando.” The low voice was scratchy, sexy, and loud enough to hear, even with my door closed.

“I’m getting bored with you guys, so I need new friends.” I heard at least 3 different sets of laughter, all of them male. The female, who was my new roommate, had such a soft song like voice and I knew she was probably beautiful. I suddenly became self conscious of myself with my brown hair tied back in a low bun and no makeup on.

“What if she’s insane?”

“What if she doesn’t like you?”

“What if she doesn’t like us?”

“Can all of you guys just shut up?”

The bickering continued until my roommate must have seen one of my boxes, because then she started to kick them out.

“Get out. Get out!” Laughing started and ended abruptly with the slamming of the door. I heard the door open once more.

“Mor you know we are just screwing with you. I really do want you to have a friend here, especially after everything that happened last year. Bring her over at some point so we can meet her. Love you cuz.” I had never thought a voice could be beautiful, but that was the only word the would do it justice. That voice would haunt my dreams.

I tried to forget the voice and focus on meeting my new roommate.

A small knock had me jumping up and running across the room. As I was reaching to open the door, it was opened for me and hit me in the face.

“Shit,” I huffed as I stumbled back holding my nose.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry.” I uncovered my hands to look at the girl who had just nailed me in the face. She was gorgeous. Her long golden hair was in loose ringlets, striking against her perfectly tanned skin. She was wearing a skin-tight red tank top with a very low v-neck paired with leather pants. Her eyes were big, brown, and beautiful, which matched the rest of her symmetrical face and gold jewelry adorned her neck, ears, and fingers.

“Well you’re hot,” I breathed. Her responding smile was so genuine I was sure that anyone who saw it would have to smile too.

She stood straight, hands on her hips, and asked, “How hard did I hit you?” I laughed at her response, because there was so no way she was oblivious to her attractiveness.

I finally stood up, the pain in my face fading, and extended my hand to her.

“My name is Feyre. It’s really nice to meet you.” Her soft manicured hand felt near fragile in my paint stained and blistered one.

“I’m Morrigan, but everyone calls me Mor. I’m gonna guess that you’re an art major?” She sent a pointed look toward my mountain of art supplies.

“Good guess. What about you?”

“I’m a second year phycology major. So be honest, how is your face?”

I laughed and shook my head. “It’s fine. I think I was shocked more than actually hurt.”

“I swear that will be the only time I physically hurt you. I’ve been told that I get on people’s nerves, so I can’t say anything about the your sanity.” We had only known each other for a couple of minutes, but I knew that I liked this girl. This was the type of girl I never got to be friends with growing up. For many many reasons.

She continued, “My friends will literally die when they hear this story.”

“Well if our relationship works out than it’ll also be a great story to tell the grandkids,” I said trying not to think of her cousins voice at the mention of her friends.

“Ha ha very funny. Actually we were all going out to—” She was cut off by my phone. I apologized and turned toward the sounds and found it lying on my bed.

Incoming Call from Tamlin

I looked at her with a cringe and explained, “It’s my boyfriend. I have nothing going on tomorrow. Would you maybe want to…” Her growing smile had me continuing. “Hang out with me?”

“Yes yes! I can show you around campus, the best shops in Velaris, and introduce you to my friends.” My face was hurting from my own smile. I nodded at her and my phone stopped going off. Even the fight I knew that would be inevitable from me not answering his phone call, wasn’t enough to stop me from smiling at my new roommate.

She turned and headed toward the door, but turned back before going through it.

“I’m really excited for tomorrow,” she said with a curt nod. Then she was out the door before I could return the sentiment.

I picked up my phone to redial my boyfriends number, but Mor poked her head in again.

“Oh and I think you’re hot too.” With a wink she was gone. I laughed out loud and all of a sudden I felt ready for the incoming year, because I now had a friend to help me through it.

—

After all of my research on Velaris, I came to one final conclusion: the nights were supposedly epic. And in the wake of a day spent unpacking, I was ready to see it for myself.

While I was tired from my non-fight with Tamlin, I also found myself restless. The whole conversation was Tam forcing himself to not be mad and instead just making our talk draining and fake. I finally told him that I needed to go and get some books for school so I could get off the phone.

Things would get better.

I forced the phone call out of my head and focused on something exciting and new.

Mor was gone before I could ask about the roof access in the building, but I decided to go and find out for myself. I walked into the stairwell and headed up. This building had ten floors, so I was breathless when I finally reached the top. An unmarked door came into my view and as I pushed it open a rush of fresh air filled my lungs.

The roof was bare, except for an air unit, two beach chairs, and a railing around the edge, but I found myself not looking at the roof at all.

The sky was incredible. The stars were brighter than I had ever seen, and the city was alive in front of me. I instantly found myself at the railing. The apartment building was on the edge of campus, so from one side all you could see was the school, but on the other side the city and ocean was the only thing in view. I couldn’t peel my eyes from the sight.

People were laughing and strolling through the cobblestone streets and lights of all different colors were coming out of windows and doors throughout the city.

The city was alive.

Throughout my life I had never felt at home or even wanting to be part of one, but I had this feeling that Velaris was made for me. Or maybe I was made for it.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” I jumped at the voice behind me. I somehow lost my footing and my feet flew forward. I landed on my butt with a thud.

“Holy fuck! You scared the shit out of me.” I started to turn toward the stranger while on the ground, ready to be livid. My heartbeat increased to unhealthy levels as my eyes met ones of violet. The man in front of me was something forged from my dreams. His black hair was made of the night sky above us and his chiseled features looked carved out of stone. He was wearing blue jeans and a grey crewneck, which seemed plain, but nothing on this man could ever be plain. While I couldn’t see his body, I knew that he was fit, he filled out his jeans like they were tailored for him.

He had slowly moved forward, like he was going toward a cornered animal, and when he was directly in front of me, he held a hand out to help me up. The laughter in his eyes and the smirk on his face took my focus away from his attractiveness and kick started my anger again.

“Don’t look so upset love, most girls fall head over heels for me.”

“Are you sure they aren’t falling while trying to run away?” His eyes lit up in challenge, but I dismissed him by jumping up and turning toward the city again.

He did not get the message and I felt him lounging on the rail next to me. I glanced to my left and he wasn’t staring toward the ocean, he was staring at me.

“Could you stop that,” I snapped. It was apparently the wrong thing to say. His eyes shone brighter than the stars above us.

“What is your name love?”

I put my elbows on the rail and leaned forward as I sighed out, “Feyre.”

“And why are you up here all alone Feyre?”

“That kinda sounded a little creepy.”

His laugh filled my soul and I smiled slightly. “I’ve never been called creepy.”

“And what do people usually call you?”

“Sexy, amazing, smart, endowed—”

“You’re certainly full of yourself,” I cut him off.

An ocean kissed wind blew my hair backwards. Closing my eyes, I breathed in the salty air. We fell into a comfortable silence. I’m not sure how long we stood there, watching the city from afar. I was unsure why I felt so safe, standing on a roof with a complete stranger.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. Pulling it out, I saw that I had a message from Tamlin.

i’m sorry for earlier baby. i love you and ill talk to you in the morning.

His apology made me think I was doing something wrong. I started to retreat and walk backwards toward the roof door. Purple eyes followed my movements with an unreadable expression.

“Are you running from me Feyre.” The smirk was gone and I felt a pang in my gut.

“No. It’s just getting late and I should probably get back downstairs.”

“I can walk you—”

“No!” I realized how loud it came out when his mouth turned downwards. “I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around…”

Oh my god I never asked his name. I grimaced, and inwardly smacked my palm on my forehead. I looked to him for assistance. He made long strides until he was inches from me, my back hitting the door. It was then I realized just how tall this man was, I was almost looking straight up.

“Rhysand,” was all he said.

“Okay nice to meet you. I have to go. Not that I’m scared. Or nervous.” Cringing as I rambled, I felt behind me for the door handle. When I found it, I pulled it. This backfired on me by pushing me forward into Rhysand.

Chest to chest, I hoped he couldn’t feel my heart beating. His breath caressed my cheek, I couldn’t help but shutter. Seeing his eyes widen and flash with desire, I awkwardly squeaked out a goodbye and all but sprinted down the stairs.

I didn’t stop running until I got to my apartment and then into my own room. I fell down onto the bed ready for this whole night to be over. I answered Tamlin’s text with a simple I love you, turned my phone off, and then I threw it on the ground.

You did nothing wrong. You did nothing wrong.

I found myself repeating the sentence over and over again. I knew I had done nothing wrong, but I couldn’t help the feeling that I did. Moving to the ground, I sat below my window, opening it slightly, letting the sounds of the ocean lull me to sleep. The only thing calming enough to do so. That and the name of the man who I couldn’t stop thinking about.

Rhysand

Thanks for reading!!! xoxo

#sarah j maas #rhysand #feyre x rhysand #acotar #acowar #acomaf #Morrigan #au fanfiction #college au #velaris

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spnfanficpond · 5 years ago

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March Angel Fish Awards

Every month all of you fantastic writers work your asses off to post some truly incredible stories. Our Angel Fish Awards are the way for all of us, as a community of writers and readers, to lift each other up and give praise to those who have captured our attention and deserve a few kind words.

The monthly Angel Fish Awards are peer-nominated, meaning ANYONE IN THE POND CAN NOMINATE ANY POND MEMBER’S FIC. While the Pond was founded to support the Guppies, everyone in this community deserves to be showered with love and feedback, and we hope that by opening this up as a Pond wide system, we’ll be able to share the love as far as it can go.

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WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, HERE ARE MARCH’S ANGEL FISH AWARDS!

Nominated by @wingedcatninja

Static (series) by @peridottea91

peridottea91 is going to single-handedly convert me to like series. I just re-read this gem and had to share it. In another life, she could have been a writer on the show, she’s so good at getting the characterization right for our boys. This OC, too, is an intiguing, layered personality that adds an extra dimension of mystery. And the whole story is perfectly woven in with canon. Two thumbs up. A must read.

Wish (oneshot) by @thoughtslikeaminefield

It’s just a drabble, but it made me feel so many things in so few words. I don’t even know what to say about it, other than it’s brilliant and if you love Dean Winchester, you have to read it.

Bad Medicine (oneshot) by @deanwandamons

This was lovely, and hot, and it made me giggle.

Nominated by @risingphoenix761

Because You’re Worth It (oneshot) by @thoughtslikeaminefield

I love a good crack fic, and I love some good Samwena content, so this is right up my alley. And a great mix of funny and fluffy!

Kings Don’t Kneel (oneshot) by @slytherkins

Few things in fic give me as much joy as Tara writing Crowley, and she hits all my favorite spots in under a thousand words. Struggling with emotion is hard enough for an unfeeling demon, but grief and loss–and the pain of knowing those emotions are unacknowledged–are enough to bring anyone to their knees. Beautiful and succinct, and all the angst!

Nominated by @peridottea91

Heaven (oneshot) by @evansrogerskitten

This fic is so beautifully written and just really captures Dean’s personality while still smacking you in the face with the most amazing “and then I saw her” moment!! Best still my heart!!! And the whole SamxEileen subplot!! The whole fic is just *chef’s kiss*

Nominated by @impala-dreamer

The Sun (oneshot) by @crashdevlin

It’s just amazingly beautiful. Short, sweet, and full of wonderful emotion. I loved every single word.

Nominated by anonymous

Dive In With Me (oneshot) by @sp-oops

This was a gorgeous, genuine account of the reader and Sam finally, FINALLY crossing that hurtle.

Coming Home (oneshot) by @there-must-be-a-lock

Lou builds us a story with such detail and precise ache that we forget to breathe. She teaches Dean, repeatedly, that he deserves to be happy.

Shackled (series) by @itmighthavebeenintentional

Val started her Demon!Dean x OFC series like a building storm. Miriam Bard is a fellow hunter, another older sibling with more internal demons than she cares to name. Sam calls her in on an old favor. Before long she doesn’t know if anything is real or who she can trust. Dark fic, so good!

Shattered Breaths (oneshot) by @dontshootmespence

Nicole dove deep for this kink bingo fill, and it is well worth every word. See how the Omega reader learns to trust the Winchesters and just what it takes for them to give up protecting themselves and lean into possibility.

Nominated by @the-girl-who-runs-with-winchesters

Devil May Care (oneshot) by @becs-bunker

This was such an interesting plot idea and amazing storytelling. Not that I had expected anything less from this talented author, of course.

Rough Ride (oneshot) by @luci-in-trenchcoats

A fun quick and very heated oneshot that made me smile at the end :)

All About Lovin’ You (oneshot) by @deanwanddamons

You know me, I can never let a month pass without diving into some angst, nor can I resist praising a fellow guppy for their amazing work. And this one’s got both! I got sucked in right from the start. It goes from heartbreaking to heartwarming, and from hot right back to sweet.

It’s About Time (oneshot) by @sorenmarie87

I randomly came across this one and it made me smile so much. Probably one of the most inventive ways to play matchmaker that I’ve heard so far.

Nominated by @dontshootmespence

For Better or For Worst (series) by @stusbunker

She does intrigue like no one else and doesn’t get the love she deserves!

Marked (series) by @there-must-be-a-lock

This is so fucking vivid it's ridiculous. There's smut, there's angst, there's sweetness and it's all maddeningly good.

Nominated by @negans-lucille-tblr

Desire (onsehot) by @princessmisery666

This fic is the very definition of smangst and I loved every second of it. The fact Stacey claims she can’t write smut baffles me when I read this fic 😍

Dirty Little Secret (series) by @pink1031

Whenever I’m asked what my all time favourite fic is it’s this one. I didn’t read rpf before this but it pulled me in and I’m so glad it did! It was just incredible and gave me my obsession with the idea of dating J2.

Nominated by @lovetusk

Me Likey & We are real (oneshots) by @impala-dreamer

They were both fantastic and on point. Drunk Dean is a rare and beautiful sight, and there’s nothing I love more than comforting a down and out Sammy. Well done.

Nominated by @impalaimagining

Currently Thinking About Jensen... (oneshot) by @negans-lucille-tblr

This is such a short and effective little piece of smut. The way it teeters on the edge of absolutely and filthily inappropriate puts it on a whole new level of dirty. I am a huge fan of last-line punches to the face no matter what the genre is, and that’s exactly what this is. It leaves you begging for more in the most desperate way. It’s a quick read but it gets the job done.

Midnight Confessions (oneshot) by @katymacsupernatural

I love the way this fic has the reader second guessing herself even though she has no recollection of doing anything to upset the guys. I’m always here for an appearance from Sam to push his stubborn brother and their bunkmate in the right direction. Admittedly, I am a sleep-talker, and I’ve said my fair share of embarrassing things (including yelling at my husband about wanting a grilled cheese at 3am), but if I could just once have something I said in my sleep get me a kiss from Dean Winchester? Hell yes.

Nominated by @deanwinchesterswitch

Coming Home (oneshot) by @there-must-be-a-lock

This is a beautiful heart wrenching story showcasing Dean’s desire for love and need affection and how few times he actually receives it. Denying himself of what he needs, until he doesn’t.

Unspoken (oneshot) by @deanscherrypie

A wonderful little drabble about how Dean lets you know he loves you without saying anything at all. Such a beautiful line… “All his broken pieces matched yours with mosaic complexity, and somehow you found a new kind of home within each other.”

Don’t Need An Excuse (oneshot) by @amanda-teaches

A beautifully crafted story from Dean’s POV about his girl and the tender loving moments in time that couples share. And, damn that ending, my poor heart.

Nominated by @there-must-be-a-lock

Anything And Everything (oneshot) by @rockhoochie

This fic honestly just took my breath away. You can feel the longing and wistfulness, and the writing is superb. There’s so much depth and detail here, it feels real and vibrant and lived-in, in a way that very few fics do. AND I love she writes Dean’s POV.

He Is, Therefore I am (oneshot) by @stusbunker

All I can say about this one is BROTHERS BEING BROTHERS. It's totally stream-of-consciousness, and it really does feel like you're in their heads.

Leaving Heaven (series) by @thoughtslikeaminefield

Such a badass, snarky narrator with a distinctive voice, and her Demon Dean is dark and awful and sexy as hell, and there's so much depth and nuance in their interactions.

Golden Hour (oneshot) by @fangirlxwritesx67

It's straight-up wish fulfillment, fluffy comforting goodness, and I think everybody needs a little bit of that in their lives right now.

Nominated by @princessmisery666

The Question (oneshot) by @girl-next-door-writes

Death by fluff and it was so worth it !! This was perfect, of course Sam has some grand plan to propose and of course it doesn’t go to plan but ended up perfect anyway!! Was fun and sweet, loved it!!

Carry On (oneshot) by @kittenofdoomage

I love Rhi. I swear everything she writes, even AU’s, could be canon!! Characterizations are always on point, stories are engaging and make me feel something every time. This one is no exception. If I could I would send it to the writers to show them this is how the show should end!!

Kings Don’t Kneel (oneshot) by @slytherkins

A small drabble from Tara and as always it gave me all the feels. It could be canon, if anyone asks me I will tell them this is exactly how Crowley felt. This made me sad and I totally wanted to hug Crowley and tell him it would all be okay.

Nominated by @thoughtslikeaminefield

Cocky (oneshot) by @stusbunker

Sexy, fun, and real. I love your Dean, Stuie!

Golden Hour (oneshot) by @fangirlxwritesx67

Comforting and cozy and swoony!

Nominated by @littlehotmess26

Until The Day I Die Again (oneshot) by @fictionalabyss

Mel writes Dean x Benny amazingly and this fic is one of my favorites.

Happy Birthday, Baby (oneshot) by @fictionalabyss

This was a birthday gift to me and it was soo good. Mel did a great job.

This Isn’t One Of Mine (oneshot) by @sorenmarie87

Dawn stepped out of her comfort zone for this one and it turned out phenomenal.

Goodbye, Sweetheart (oneshot) by @sorenmarie87

This fic is heartbreaking and I absolutely love it.

Nominated by @kate-huntington

While You Sleep (oneshot) by @foreverwayward

A heartwarming little fic about Dean living the domesticated life we all wish for him. The writer has a very clever way of storytelling and the end might come as a surprise, only adding to the emotion it already brought along.

Findings (seires) by @kathaswings

This is one of my favorite series out there and I revisited it recently. The overall story arc is a mystery I just had to unravel and I couldn’t put it down if I wanted to. The bond between Dean and Mackenzie is so precious. Writing a child isn’t easy. I’ve read plenty of books and seen plenty of films in which the maturity that was added wasn’t natural, but this author handles the Mac’s dialogue amazingly well. What’s also interesting is the jumps from point of view between Dean and Y/N, giving very personal perspectives on the gripping story.

Heartbeats (oneshot) by @there-must-be-a-lock

I’ll start by saying that I don’t ship Dean and Cas together, but I do appreciate the people who do. What this little piece of art does is incredible, however, because while I was reading, I found myself rooting for them. The writer does a great job by using the literal human heart as a backbone of this story. Intriguing and very well executed.

Everything That’s Yet To Come (oneshot) by @fictionalabyss

The author took me by the hand through this moving little one shot, which feels like a collection of greatest hits and wishes come true. It offers peace and closure not only for the older Winchester brother, but for the reader as well. Beautiful piece of writing.

Take A Drunk Girl Home (oneshot) by @amanda-teaches

Dean taking care of others; it’s his nature and shows what a kind soul he truly is. The situation sketched here is no exception, and it’s softer than one can imagine. The pace is steady and the balance between fluff and comedy is just right. A lovely read.

The Demon Inside Of You (oneshot) by @foreverwayward

Curing Dean from the demon that he has become proves to be difficult when he’s so hard to resist. What else is hard to resist, is this beautiful pitch black one shot. I don’t read Demon!Dean fiction often, because it still feels foreign to see the character that I love so much turn into something so evil. This however, is so gripping and well written, that the darkness swallows up the beholder. Rough, hot, sad, narcissistic, all these ingredients packed up in one hell of a story.

Curves And Edges (oneshot) by @kittenofdoomage

This equally sweet, sexy, funny and sad story is a big shout out to all women who think they don’t meet the beauty standards and feel like they will never be good enough to get noticed. It is one thing to replace a name with Y/N and call it a reader’s insert; it’s a gift to make every person reading this feel like they are the character in this story. The author handles every woman’s insecurities with grace, making her words both relatable and soothing. Her spot on version of Dean reminds us that we are beautiful, desired and unique.

Watch Your Fcking Mouth (oneshot) by @impala-dreamer

Dean falls under a frustrating curse, and it’s the most fun I’ve had in a long time. I was wheezing, couldn’t breathe and died laughing. It’s astonishing how the writer can juggle comedy and sex without the two ruling each other out. An uplifting read.

Life For Rent (series) by @winchest09

Conspiracies, deceit, crime. A strong family bond, blossoming love, oh, not to mention the sex. This series is intriguing beyond imagination and certainly not just another mobster fanfiction. The writing is smart and I could tell from the first paragraph that it’s loaded with hints and foreshadowing, but I couldn’t pick them out. This triggers a curiosity like an itch I can’t quite scratch away until I finish reading this story. And so I wait eagerly and drop everything the second a new chapter comes out. An absolute must read!

When You Least Expect It (series) by @coffee-obsessed-writer

Talking about an epic love story, but it’s so much more than that. The music that plays such an important factor, the setting that is Seaside. The fabulous supporting characters Bri, Rob, Jason and Jared, the wardrobe, not to mention the wonderful little gems and details that this author weaved into the story, showing how much love she has put into it. This is without a shadow of a doubt my favorite RPF I’ve come across.

Nominated by @girl-with-a-fandom-fettish

The Unexpected (oneshot) by @impalaimagining

The desperation and neediness between characters is just…I can almost feel through the screen. And the gif at the top of the post is the closest thing to porn Tumblr allows now is HOT.

Criminal Love (series) by @kalesrebellion

This mob fic has a lot of things going for it: mob!Dean, big brother Benny (which I didn’t know I needed in my life, but apparently I do), mystery, and a unique way of incorporating a lot of familiar faces from the SPN world. It’s 6 chapters in and I am DYING to see what happens next because the last chapter left me shook!

Unplanned Parenthood (oneshot) by @erins-culinary-service

This fic makes me long for more canon dad!Dean because he’s just so good at it and it feels like it would fit in so well. The author nailed the family vibes and I love that she found a way to make it canon plausible (something I just can’t seem to grasp in my own writing); well done, doll.

Changes (series) by @katehuntington

This fic is super unique as it is like a series rewrite, but rather than using “Pilot, Wendigo, Dead in the Water” etc., Kate is writing her own episodes! Episode 1 just wrapped up, with my personal favorite being part 10 because the characterization of both Winchester brothers felt so spot on to me. Zoe, the amazing OFC and star of this fic, might be the coolest person ever and I wish she was my best friend. Heads up though, this is not your CW Supernatural; it’s darker, dirtier, and probably a lot closer to what the Winchesters’ lives are actually like.

Nominated by @mrswhozeewhatsis

The Man on the Side of the Road (seires) by @supernatural-jackles

This is a seriously awesome Dean AU fic! Both Dean and the reader have so much baggage, but they’re working together to fix each other and it’s just BEAUTIFUL. It’s a series, and I can’t wait to see how it ends!!!

Nominated by @emoryhemsworth

Never Alone Again (oneshot) by @dissect-me

This author was kind enough to take the time to write about a recent trauma I discovered happened to me as a child and how Dean would react/comfort me. It’s powerful and really helped me. ❤️

Nominated by @fangirlxwritesx67

Laissez Les Bons Temp Rouler (oneshot) by @thoughtslikeaminefield

M is the kind of author that is the reason you have the “four recs per author” rule because otherwise I would just be submitting her entire masterlist every month. For a talent like MJ, all it takes is a photo to spark an entire story. This photo of Jensen was particularly inspiring, and MJ did it justice. Hot, drunk, sexy, just UGH.

Where Is My Shiny Gun (oneshot) by thoughtslikeaminefield

Do you love Dean? Do you love Donna? Do you love Sam? Does your mouth water and your knees go weak just a little thinking about all 3 of them together? Do you need some generous, consensual, sunshiney, smutty love? Then check this out.

Leaving Heaven (series) by thoughtslikeaminefield

Demon Dean meets his match in the most compelling OFC I’ve ever read, bounty hunter Tazi. Where to start with this series? MJ works some of her best magic yet, seamlessly weaving the story into the show we know so well. Her Dean is brilliant, as always, every supporting character spot on. The action is tight, the murder wrenching, the sex smoking. And as good as it is, as perfect as Dean and Sam are, as impatient I am for every chapter .. I would read it all just for Tazi. Tazi is an OFC worthy of novelization: tough, sarcastic, sexy, and fully realized. She’s so beautiful and broken that you can’t help falling in love with her as you read. If I could ask everyone to read just one SPN FF ever, it would be this one.

Three Bad Ideas (series) by @there-must-be-a-lock

She’s just getting started on her Everything prequels but, by every indicator they will be JUST as filthy as the original, with even more emotional depth and character development. Frankly it’s HOT and heartbreaking and her voice for Jared is so, so good, and so is Jensen, and I’m just all over this love story. I screamed at her when she published, that if I didn’t know what came next, I would be HEARATBROKENED (that’s how excited I got, that I forgot how to speak.)

Ocean Eyes (oneshot) by @there-must-be-a-lock

The ocean is my Happy Place and I’m a sucker for Sam so this fic just hit all my sweet spots. A lot of us are looking for comfort fics right now and this is uniquely heartwarming.

Shackled (series) by @itmighthavebeenintentional

I KNOW this was nominated last month but there are more chapters and it just keeps getting better! For every question that the story answers, it asks two more. Also, it’s started getting smutty and whoooooooo boy.

Anything And Everything (oneshot) by @rockhoochie

I don’t even remember why this lovely lady was asking for prompts but I sent one that I think was, listening to records, first kiss. I had long since forgotten when she dropped this 8K word MASTERPIECE on all of us.

It’s such a sweet in-character Dean, but a relaxed side of Dean that he deserves and we don’t really get to see. It’s soft and sensual and just… you can feel it while you read.

Nominated by @manawhaat

Sex Ed (oneshot) by @cleighwrites

This is a type of wincest I’m not sure I’ve experienced before, but I can say without a doubt that I fucking love it! It’s your classic little brother Sammy looking up to Dean. It’s the show. It’s their relationship to a T, but with that little bit of helplessness that makes Sam feel like such a fucking kid! I don’t even know if my normal wincest loving self would call this actual Wincest, but wherever it falls on the radar, it’s wonderful!

Passion (oneshot) by @bohowitch

This is poetry in motion, just like Sam is. This is a beautiful, firery, perfect ode to all that is Sam Winchester!

Neptune Rising (oneshot) by @atc74

This is such a clever and refreshing AU! I don’t think I’ve ever read one like this and both characters are nuanced in such believable ways. It’s not too long, so you should definitely take a sec to check it out!

Shackled (series) by @itmighthavebeenintentional

What can I say about this series other than HOLY FUCK!! It’s got twists and turns and secrets and guilt and worry and drama and excitement and passion and fucking everything you want in a good, juicy, keep you on the edge of your seat kind of story!

There’s a feral brutality to the way she portrays Demon!Dean in this that is actually scary and makes me nervous in real life. I find myself looking around the room when I read this, pulling my feet in from off the side of the couch as if this version of Deanmon is gonna snatch me up if I’m not careful. It’s intense and SO. DAMN. COMPELLING. And it’s not even a fucking reader insert. I find myself worrying about Miriam (the ofc) at random parts of the day long after I’ve finished reading the latest chapters...

This series is a fucking MUST READ!

Celibacy, Interrupted (oneshot) by @thoughtslikeaminefield

Any fic with Jody x a Winchester is my jam, but this one is like, no bullshit, just fantastic interaction and sultry, perfect ‘smut’. Goddamn. This leaves me in a pile of goo not even for myself, but FOR JODY!

Let Go (oneshot) by @luci-in-trenchcoats

So bdsm seems to have been a theme in my life for the past month and I don’t know why, but this fucking fits the bill. I recently dodged a bullet with a ‘dom’ (read: a bossy guy who wanted nudes who ignored care and consent) and this fic is like, the complete opposite of what I experienced. I’ve read and done research and talked to enough people to know what real bdsm looks like and that saved me, and this fic only reinforces that proper bdsm lifestyle.

It’s gentle yet firm, and it forces you to let go of control even when you feel like you HAVE to hold onto it. That force caught me off guard when I read it, but it makes so much sense, and every aspect of this really, truly is well thought out and spot on, good, caring bdsm. If you’re interested in it, this is a great place to start your reading and research!

When 2 Is Better Than 1 (oneshot) by @wi-deangirl77

Not only is the smut fucking glorious in this, but Ketch’s gentle nature is 100% what makes this for me! I’m not used to reading him as gentle or caring and having him work with Dean in this to help the reader, not to fill his own needs, but truly coming at it from a place of care and worry, melts me into a pile of gooey feels.

Thank you all for the awesome work and great feedback!

These are not actual awards! This system is set up so everyone in the pond has a chance to share the love and promote a fic/author that has grabbed your attention. The more people that participate, and the more everyone remembers to submit their own fics after posting, the better this will be :D

THANK YOU ALL AGAIN, KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK, AND AS ALWAYS, HAPPY WRITING!

#afa masterlist #angel fish awards #spnfanficpond #spn fanfiction #spn fic rec

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lynneshobbydomain · 5 years ago

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To Be In Orbit (Day 7 of Momoharu Week)

((Gosh it’s been a journey of two ship weeks and having a lot of fun in trying out new characters. Thank you all so much for your support as I wangled my way through this.))

Prompt: AU/Free Day

Summary: During quarintine Kaito has been spending an awful lot on Animal Crossing before Maki could be invited. Little did she know that her man has a plan.

You can read under the cut or here at my AO3

Maki arrived on Curiosity and she knew right then and there that she was going to have to brace herself for all things that were space. “MakiRoll! You made it!” Kaito’s voice cheered over the discord voice chat they were in. It was easier to talk through a mic than to use the speech bubble. Maki prided herself on being a fast typer, but...Kaito could be a slowpoke. She brought out her NookPhone for a moment to see if her guess was right. “So you’d never guess what the shape of this island is!”

“It’s a rocketship.” Maki confirmed as she put away the NookPhone and decided to leave the airport’s entrance. He...did a remarkable job on crafting the island so that it would look like a space ship. There was a pond at the top of the island to indicate a window, and she saw that he had made some sort of cliff side for the rockets that were underneath the ship. She would have to explore the island to see for herself how he crafted it. She was also amused by all of the red flowers that he planted. Mostly red and purple roses. How he managed to enough purple to cover the majority of the island, she couldn’t guess. “Did you breed these?”

“No Kaede’s and Shuichi’s island has a whole bunch of pink and purple.” Kaito explained. “They let me take some. Kokichi oddly enough made me go to his island to get some too.”

“Was that why you were screaming at your console?” Maki had heard him shout about something or another and she had thought it was Kokichi who managed to sneak onto Kaito’s island or had just decided to “bribe” him into going on his. “Did you do the rocket yourself or did Shuichi help?”

“Of course my sidekick helped! We even got Himiko and Tenko to take part in it too. Come on you’re not going to get all of the nitty gritty standing there.” Kaito’s character spun around in circles around her before racing off. Maki decided not to drag her feet and followed him. He had placed the houses in a way that made sense too. He had tried to make the shops diagonal from each each other to represent wings. On the other side of the island, he did that with the villagers as well. The whole middle of the island, while covered in flowers and fruit trees, also had a goregeous set up of a park. Going further and she could see that he went out of his way to recreate memories.

There was a restaurant that was on the river side. Their first date had been at a restaurant at a river side. Then there was the house that he made that was...very much like their own house. She didn’t miss that he had managed to find a way to hang a weapon on the walls and that there was artwork of them. Angie must have provided it. She also caught on that there was planets and galaxies that were decorating the non-flowered parts of the island. The Milky Way, the Andromeda, the different planets. She even saw her own constellation for her birthday and right next to that was Kaito’s.

Small flags were starting to rise up in Maki’s mind. Out of everything that he could have put in his island, it was space and her and flowers. She spoke to some of the villagers, mostly to see if they’d randomly drop a hint as to what was going on. Most of them were just excited to see her, and she got a DIY recipe that she already had. She would have to see if Ryoma or Rantaro needed it since they didn’t play too much. Kaito dragged her everywhere, showing her where he placed the waterfalls for the river, and how he tried only to have a few cliffs.

It was a very romantic island, and a very him. “That explains the days you decided to lock yourself in your room or playing when you have a nightmare.” Maki said after a moment, taking it in. “It’s really beautiful. You did a good job.”

“Thanks Maki Roll, but the best hasn’t even been shown yet!”

There was more to this island?! “What more can you possibly show me?” She asked as she randomly decided to take out her clothing wand and change her outfit. She always liked the the badassery of the tank top and shorts and it was supposed to be summer. Not that it felt like that due to the quarantine, but...the sentiment should stay the same regardless in the video game.

“The shooting stars!” Kaito exclaimed, his character emoting the encouraging reaction. Maki reacted using the thinking and he responded playfully with the worried. “Come on.” He pleaded through the mic. “Stay for the stars! We can't really see them in the city.”

That was fair. It also wasn’t like they didn’t do it in the game either. She could also gather material if she timed the wishes correctly. She decided to react with the pleased reaction. “Okay.” She said. “I’m going to assume you have a spot all picked out too.”

“You got it Maki Roll. Come on, follow me.” He lead her up towards the point of the rocket, guiding her up and up inclines. More and more stars and planets on the ground but also...little things that if she only ran through she wouldn’t have caught. There was a place filled with musical instruments that, if one were to visit his island blindly would think he had nowhere to put them. She recognized it as a memory of Kaede’s concerte that they went to. Then they saw Shuichi’s hat, where he had abandoned it a long time ago, growing out of being anxious. Himiko’s magic show that they got to watch. Tenko’s dojo...all little items of punching bags, and magician wands, most of them artwork that was on open display and items that were made using the pro-designer. How long did Angie work on Kaito’s request?! How many of these were borrowed or were given to him through Shuichi and Himiko?

“A path of memories?” Maki questioned.

“Well there’s this American song that Rantaro made me listen to that was called the Staircase to Heaven and I don’t know anything about those lyrics, but the title made me think of what I think.” Kaito explained. “Look it’ll make sense later. We can’t dawdle, the stars don’t wait for anyone!”

She wanted to look through more of the memories, but she decided to press for information later. They got to the third tire and he ran all the way to the tip point of the rocket. A telescope already in place as well as a springtime picnic display.

Those flags of hers were getting louder. “I’m going to get off call.” Kaito said suddenly. “Can I come sit with you?”

“As long as you’re six feet away from me.” Maki wondered if he could even tell that she was joking through the microphone. She could hear him laugh and she felt herself relax. They disconnected on the computer and Kaito took no time in coming and sitting down next to her. “What was with the space?” She asked after a moment as he got settled on their bed.

“No reason.” Kaito mused. “Just thought you’d rather explore than to peek through my screen about what I was doing.”

Kokichi called Shuichi a terrible liar but she wondered if the gremlin ever caught Kaito in one. Then again, that would probably give him too much power. A chime echoed through both of their switches and Kaito cheered as he looked at the screen. Without having to say a word, they both pressed a button and wished on the stars that were coming down.

It must have been a meteor night. She felt herself relax as they enjoyed the moment, trying to catch and wish. “Hey Maki Roll. What did you think of the island?”

“You put a lot of work into it.” Maki wondered if there was more he was looking for, but Kaito seemed pleased with her answer regardless. “What did you wish for on the stars?” He knew that she wouldn’t actively make a wish. There was no point if the star wasn’t real. Meanwhile, Kaito was an idealist on the best occasion. A false star in a game was just as good as a real star out of it.

“If you’d marry me.”

“What?” Maki wasn’t sure if she heard right and picked her head up from her screen to see that he was actually holding an open ring box. It was..simplistic and gorgeous and Kaito was grinning as he held it out to her. “I…” She wasn’t used to being stunned stupid. “I knew you were planning something.”

“That’s not a yes or a no.” Kaito chided lightly, but he turned a little serious. “I’m pretty sure you saw all of the...items that I left in the pathway. Little things that I know that you and I share. I want to do that with you. Share more memories, be with you. You make me happy, Maki and I hope I make you happy too. I love that you call me an idiot sometimes because I know you care and you worry. I love your pout and how you get flustered. I love your smile, your determination to get things done. I just...love you and I want to continue loving you so…” He gently nudged the box towards her. “This is me, asking you, if you’d marry me.”

“Do you want to die?” Maki asked, but she let a hidden smile slip on as she gently held her left hand to him. “You're stuck with me. No one else would put up with you.”

“I wouldn’t want anyone else.” Kaito grinned as he slipped the ring onto her finger.

#momoharuweek2020 #momoharu #spaceassassins #maki harukawa #kaito momota #shuichi saihara #kokichi ouma #angie yonaga #rantaro amami #ryoma hoshi #tenko chabashira #himiko yumeno #fluff #dangnaronpa v3 #dangnaronpa fanfic

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missytearex · 5 years ago

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It’s @lululawrence‘s birthday! Which means it’s the perfect time to read some of her fics! Sus is ridiculously talented and churns out fic like nobody’s business, so the list of fics she’s written in the last year is ridiculously long. Thanks for blessing us with your talent, Sus!

Under 10k fics are under the cut. Enjoy!

You Don't Care About Me (One More Night)

tomlinshaw | 60k

the one where Louis pines for Harry and Nick helps ease his way into figuring himself out through a friends with benefits sort of arrangement. Things quickly turn complicated.

You Try To Be Everything (I Need)

larry | 36k

Wars, and rumours of wars, were nothing new for the world in the twenty-fourth century. The fighting had evolved over the years, and rarely did it involve traditional weapons. A group most widely known as the Southern Powers gained strength amongst portions of the western European continent and spread quickly.

There was a fight the Southern Powers didn’t expect coming from the north of England, though. Resistance came in the form of an organised underground; a group comprised of people with the Touch that did the best they could to enforce a line that would not be crossed. Slowly, that line was moved from the Channel to boundaries further and further north. It seemed only a matter of time before the Southern Powers took over everywhere.

Until that time, people did the best they could to live their lives in some semblance of normality. For Louis Tomlinson, that sense of normality was about to change when his best friend, Harry Styles, goes missing.

Louis embarks on the journey of a lifetime where he uses his newly developed abilities to search for his friend, even when it takes him to places he never thought he would see while surmounting trials he never could have imagined.

(Something's Been) Hiding In My Heart

larry | 25k

a Sweet Home Alabama AU where Louis comes home to finally get his divorce from Harry finalized so he can move on with his life. Alderford holds its own set of challenges when he returns, but by facing his past maybe he can find the healing he so desperately needs.

It's the Climb

larry | 25k

The Hannah Montana AU where Louis is a world famous punk rock singer with a stage name of William and Jay drags him back to Tennessee for the summer. In her attempt for Louis to get back to his roots, he just so happens to reconnect with Harry, and things never go quite as Louis expects them to.

Nowhere to Land

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The girl in the pub

► The girl in the pub - Ninth Doctor/Rose Tyler. ► Here’s my submission to the @dwsecretsanta for natural--blues. I hope you’ll enjoy it! ► AU Verse, All ages. ► 5,979 words.

"Perhaps it's a place about which everyone knows only one fact." - Bill Nighy in The Girl in the Cafe.

USERNAME BAD WOLF PASSWORD ***************** LOGIN WELCOME BACK ON BIGGER IN THE INSIDE, ROSE. IT’S ALWAYS A PLEASURE TO SEE YOU HERE. WHAT’S ON YOUR MIND TODAY?

Rose Tyler smiled at the blinking cursor on the empty white page of her website. So many things had happened to her in the last weeks and it was hard to decide of where to start this story for this new post. She had created this website years ago, during her studies as a web developer, and had forgotten it the minute she got her diplomas. She had come back to it months later when she had found out that she couldn’t get a proper job because of a particularity of hers. Interview after interview, they were refusing her for the simple reason that she was different. Discrimination in hiring. This had infuriated her so much that she had needed a place to vent and share this experience, a place where we would be able to communicate freely without any barrier. She had found out she wasn’t the only one to have gone through this injustice. Bigger on the inside wasn’t a name she had chosen randomly. Rose was a naturally kind and caring person and she had discovered that people were more than just a surface to scratch. If you looked deeper, you could have great surprises. This was a motto concerning all the people in the world but that also applied to her. Many persons had barely scratched her surface and chosen to leave her behind soon after. All because of her particularity. She didn’t have many friends. To be honest, she only had a couple of acquaintances she had met through her website. Acquaintances that shared her particularity. Creating Bigger on the inside had opened new doors on the world to her. It had given her the courage she needed to build her own business. It was easy to find work as a web developer when you were your own boss. All her customers were talking to her through private messages and she was working from her on ace. She had gone against all the prejudices people had about her. Rose Tyler was deaf. She had never known how it was to hear the smallest of sounds. She was born on a sunny day toward the end of April. Her mother had stayed around long enough to give her a name and a couple months of happiness. Then, her father died and Jacqueline Tyler had been unable to cope with the loss of her husband and their daughter’s disability. Rose was placed in the system and raised by different people, different foster families that never understood or try to understand why she was so different from the other kids. She found her shelter, her salvation, in books. She was pending her time in the local bookshop. She had read everything little thing she could read and taught herself everything she knew today including the sign language, the coding, the marketing. She had used that knowledge to build herself the better life that she had so far. And it was a success. She had founded the Bad Wolf Corporation and developed an association for the young and not so young persons who had been in her situation: left behind and discriminated. It was a small association where deaf persons could find a shelter and dedicated volunteers to teach them the basic things and help them to fit in the harsh society. More recently, she had bought an old bookshop, gave it a new name – The Blue Box in reference to the old police box gathering dust not far down the road. It had become her headquarters. There was the bookshop part and her computing space of work next to the storehouse. There wasn’t much activity yet but some people were coming in and buying books or settling down in the reading space for a moment. There was a sign on her counter informing her customers she couldn’t answer to spoken demands. Everyone was playing the game so far.

NEW POST GIVE A TITLE TO YOUR NEW POST “Don't mind me. I'm just toasting the happy couple. On the house!”

After a long day of work, it is not unusual for me to reward myself with a pint at the local pub. I place my order and sip my beer quietly. Drop money on the counter and leave for home. Sometimes I would bring the Times or a book and enjoying my time off before going back home. A little ritual of mine. That evening was no different from usual. I was at the pub reading the new issue of the Times when this guy showed up. Large ears, big nose, dark brown hair. The atmosphere was festive when I’ve come in. A couple was celebrating their new engagement. It all turned to craziness when he came in. I moved to a quieter corner of the pub and occasionally glanced at the party. My beer done, I folded my newspaper. I was getting ready to leave. At my very own pace. That’s when I’ve noticed that he had moved to come and sit across of me. He had been sat here for a while and I haven’t noticed him at all. His lips moved. I walked away. Not the first time some ‘cool’ guy tries to flirt with me and this one clearly was one of them. The Doctor was in a good mood that evening. He was in a mood for a drink, but not a drink alone in his place. A drink in a public place where he would be able to share his happiness and maybe find a one night woman to satisfy him. He never had much success with women before. The blame was on his unusual and rough appearance. No woman would fancy a man with ears that were too large, a distorted big nose, a large forehead? No one had ever wanted him before and then, he released a single, became number one in the United Kingdom and with the success came the women who started fancying the successful man he had become. He shouldn’t have fallen into the arms of this disgusting spiral all famous artists were slipping in but the temptation of giving in to these love letters and promises of forever had been too strong. Tonight, he was celebrating the release of his third album. The Turn of the Earth he had titled it in reference to the first single extracted from this album: “I can feel it / The turn of the Earth / the ground beneath our feet / Is spinning at 1,000 miles an hour / And the entire planet is hurtling / Around the Sun at 67,000 miles an hour. / And I can feel it. / We’re falling through space / you and me, clinging to the skin / Of this tiny little world / And if we let go / If you let go / I will drift endlessly / In this never-ending universe.” He was writing cheesy love songs he didn’t think a word of for he never met his soulmate. All bullshit. The women he was meeting, having affairs with, had no real interest in him. They all wanted the fame, the money. He was just a way to get it. That was why he was having one night affair after one night affair. He should have gone to the party his staff was having tonight for the new album but these people were no fun. You would have thought that in the world of music, and more specifically in the world of rock music, people would be funnier, a bunch of party-goers addicted to sex and drugs and alcohol. His team was nowhere near that and it was quite boring to party with them. So he had pretended to be needed elsewhere for personal reasons and had looked for a place where he would have fun, alcohol and sex. He was reasonable enough not to fall in the trap of drugs like many other artists but he could never say no to alcohol. Getting wasted made him forget about the loneliness an superficiality of such a life. Everyone was looking for fame but fame wasn’t bringing real happiness. Only a fake euphory. He found a pub with a good atmosphere. Someone was partying in there, celebrating a happiness that never was given to him in over thirty years of life. He pushed the door open, a large grin on his face and entered the pub. This joyful atmosphere was all he needed tonight. It became crazy once he was in. He walked to the counter and ordered a bottle of the best champagne. That’s at that very moment he noticed her. He was sitting there, sipping a pint of beer and reading the newspaper. She didn’t seem disturbed by the noise around her. Such an ability to ignore your surroundings was impressive. It wasn’t what caught his eye though. He had seen a lot of women falling to his feet but none of them were equalling her beauty. For a moment, he could nothing but admiring this reading beauty. Even tucking a strand of hair behind her ear made her the most beautiful woman he had even seen. “The news isn’t that good lately, heh?” She didn’t reply to him, didn’t even glance at him. With the noise around, she probably hadn’t heard him. The party-animals were singing loudly and screaming congratulations. Her calm was admirable. It was as if she was stuck in her own bubble and was disregarding her surroundings. The barman was gone in the wine cellar to find the bottle he had asked for. It was taking some time so he jumped over the counter, poured himself a pint and sat down beside the blonde girl and babbled happily. He didn’t remark immediately that she wasn’t giving attention to him and, to be honest, that was quite offending. No one was ignoring him. He was the Doctor. The international rock star. The best in cheesy love songs. Every teenager and grown woman were falling to his feet for a glance from him. Why was she ignoring him? “I’m the Doctor by the way, what’s your name?” No answer. She was deliberating ignoring him and that wasn’t nice of her. He never met anyone who could resist the famous Doctor. Who did she think she was to ignore him so conspicuously? He was gonna tell her his way of thinking when the barman came back with the bottle. The Doctor moved to the party, shook the champagne. “Don't mind me. I'm just toasting the happy couple. On the house!” The fiancée went crazy and her friends had to hold her back or she would have jumped on him. The cap popped and champagne rained over the guests. He took the time for pictures and partied with the happy couple until they were too drunk to see if he was there or not. He ordered another pint. The blonde girl wasn’t at the counter anymore. He had been afraid that she might have left but he found her sitting in a quiet corner. He sat across of her and took another chance. “You know, most of the girls of your age would sell their organs just to spend a minute with me. I am impressive.” The world was kinda revolving around him at the moment. All around the world, there were millions of fans waiting impatiently for his new album to drop so they could be the first to buy it. Could it be possible that she didn’t know him? That she didn’t care? No. The world did care. The world did love him. She could only be playing a game and it ended with her leaving and him being broken-hearted.

GIVE A TITLE TO YOUR NEW SECTION “Run for your life!”

The barman informed me, in my language, when I came back days later that this man had come back every day. He was ordering a beer and waiting for me to come through the door. Which I never did. I was working on a new project for a big company and didn’t have the time to go out and enjoy a night off at the pub. Busy man that he was, the day I finally passed through the door, he couldn’t be here. He had left a note for me. A sloppy, awkward, almost impossible to read handwriting. Something just to say that he would be back one day and would curry favours. Who was using such a language nowadays? I creased the paper, threw it in the first bin I found and forgot about this man. I wasn’t interested. He seemed to have a bit of an ego to him and it was everything I hated about men. He wanted something he couldn’t get and he was insisting. I didn’t know his name – he hadn’t signed the note – and I didn’t want to know it. Never heard of him either. No pun intended here. I had no desire to see him again and I avoided the pub, picked another just to be sure he wouldn’t find me. It was hard to wander in the pubs without meeting him. He was everywhere and I was doing my best for him to never notice me. This part was easy. He was always surrounded by hordes of hysterical people brandishing phones and Sharpies and busy grinning like an idiot while he was being hugged, touched, harassed until he was exhausted. Then, he would collapse on a stool and drink, meet with friends. By that time, I was already gone. The less I was being around him, the better it was. I didn’t want to be considered as a stalker. And I absolutely didn’t care about him. That was what I was telling myself. It was a lie of course. It had been true at first but fate had decided that our paths should meet again and again until he finally remarked my presence around him. I was a young man in her twenties, too clever for this world, too different for this society. I was just a face in the crowd moving around him. He was fascinating me, this man always surrounded by people who was bearing the weight of a loneliness no one could understand. Yet I never made a movement toward him and he never saw me. Until I found myself stuck in one of his hysterical crowds. With the release of a new album came the hard task of promoting it with interviews on radio and television shows. There, he would answer the same questions over and over again and the reporters would use all the possible approaches to have him opening up on his personal life. Which he never did. He never said a word about his private life, didn’t have any social media account and paparazzi never caught him. He was either excellent at avoiding them or they were respectful. The first option was most likely the good one. The question he was asked the most surely was: “who are you thinking about when you write these love songs?” Apparently, you had to have someone in mind when you were writing about love. It added a personal and authentical dimension. He always lied to that question, always pretended that it was one girl or another he had met in his life. The truth was, when he was singing The Turn of the Earth live in those shows, his mind was drifting toward that one girl he met in a pub one day. He hadn’t seen her again after that night and the barman had refused to tell him her name and if she was a regular customer of the place. Because he was a rock star didn’t mean he could have all he wanted when he wanted it. This time however, it wasn’t a celebrity whim like he could have had. He was pretty wise on that point. He had to find her by himself. Hard to do when you only had the image of her in you head, an image of this magnificent young woman sitting at the counter of a bar and reading the Times. This vision of her had shaken him to the core the night he walked into this pub and his heart was fluttering just at the thought of her. His team had already found him distraught these past few weeks and wondered where he was spending all of his nights when he didn’t have any obligation to be anywhere or to do anything. He never gave them an answer. This part of his life had nothing to do with his music and unless they were proving to be true friends. He was always on his guards with people. Especially since he was famous. With her, he had the feeling he wouldn’t have to protect himself against the gossips and betrayals. She was different. He could feel it. Plus, she was the only woman he knew that had been resisting him. She had totally ignored him last time. She was intriguing him. He wanted to know more about her and for that, he needed to find her. Which was the hardest part of the challenge his heart was imposing to him. His trail of thoughts was interrupted by the screams of the crowd waiting outside the building of the radio station he was interviewed in. The news that he was here had come rather quickly and the people without any obligation of work or family. Some were even sacrificing that just for him. They were sacrificing what he was seeking to get noticed and then, forgotten by him. He was famous. For them, it meant that he had all he wished for but his life was mostly travelling, answering questions, meeting fans. That last part and composing new music was what he preferred in this life. Touring was fantastic. All those cities, all those landscapes, all those different people. He had spent some amazing moments in the greatest cities of Europe, but they now all seemed dull because he had visited them alone. He grinned wildly at the crowd who screamed louder when he stepped out of the building. Immediately, phones and pens and goodies were insistently held out to him. A routine. Pictures, autographs. He satisfied as many fans as he could… Until his eyes caught a familiar blonde head whose confused and scared expression harmed him more any physical wound. She had been caught in the stampede and had no way out. He had come out and everyone had moved forward and made her a prisoner of their collective enthusiasm. He apologised to the fans around him evasively and moved through the crowd quickly. He didn’t hear them calling out for him. He was too focused on the lost young woman among them. No one seemed to see her distress except him. His hand finally grasped hers, she looked up at him, surprised to see him there, and he said the first thing that came to his mind: “Run!” He found me among all these persons. Usually I am unnoticed. An ordinary woman living in the Estates. I wasn’t even here for him. I was just passing by, coming back from a trip to the Royal Mail. A package to drop. I was walking back to the bookshop when this crowd suddenly surrounded me. They heckled me as if I was a simple rag doll. I couldn’t do anything. The sudden rush had petrified me. I am avoiding these kinds of situation. I hate being taken by surprise. But I refuse to believe that people could be so selfish, so mean not to remark my fear to be trampled on. I am an optimistic, compassionate person. I see the best in everyone and that day, the best of them was gone to the sewers. For them I was another fan trying to get my way to him when I only was a victim of their madness. There was no way out for me. They were pushing and pushing and pushing me toward the reason that had let them here: him. He came out of nowhere and grabbed my hand – the tips of his fingers were calloused but his palm was warm and soft. My eyes locked on the bluest eyes I have ever seen in this life. His lips moved and before I could figure out that he was saying, he was dragging me out of the crowd and running like crazy in the streets of London. He clearly had no idea where he was going but it was amusing him. He was running and grinning like an idiot, like a kid dragging a toy around. I detected the bookshop and pushed him inside. We hid behind one of the high shelves covered with books of all sizes and colours. Several minutes passed by before I realised how close I was standing to him. I quickly moved away and walked to the counter. The lights were off, the sign on the door indicated that the shop was momentarily closed. I didn’t say anything, just cleaned my counter, turned the lights on and turned the sign over. The shop was open again. When I dared looking up at him again, he hadn’t moved. Maybe was he waiting under the crowd was gone for good. I had seen some girls running past the bookshop. They most likely were looking for him. I gave him a nod to thank him and gestured to him that he could go. No one was waiting for him to come out of the shadows to jump on him. I didn’t see him leave the place but he did, only to come back around lunch time. The camera above the front door showed him coming in with what looked like his signature outfit – a jumper and a battered leather jacket, black pants and boots – and an acoustic guitar slung on his shoulder. I was in the back room fixing a website I created a while ago and found myself observing his image on the CCTV. The Doctor didn’t move for a moment. His heart had never beat so hard and so fast. This situation was unexpected. To be fair, he hadn’t had any idea of where he was taking her once they were out of the crowd. He was just running, happy to have found her again, happy to have her frail warm hand in his. Then, she took the lead and pushed him in this bookshop, pushed him behind a shelve stood there. He was stuck between her and the mountain of books behind him. His heart was hammering in his chest. He never felt so embarrassed to be this close to a woman but this one was fascinating. She moved away, moved around like she owned the place – which he found out later, she did – and he could only observe her and trying to get back his composure. Who was she? How could she make him feel so vulnerable? “Now we’re in trouble.” He chuckled but she was ignoring him again. She was reading the documents spread on the counter, tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. She waved him away but he wasn’t gonna leave that easily now that he had found her again, now she had been thrown on his way again. There was a reason why she was coming back to him like this. “Escaping from a crowd of fans? Easy.” He snapped his fingers. No reaction from her. He frowned. “Right, then, I’ll be off. Unless…” Was she really ignoring him again after he saved her ass out there? Women were all the same. Ungrateful to him. Was it his physical appearance? He had always had issues with it on a personal level. Now, people loved him the way he was. Years of struggle and he was rewarded like this. Fame had the power to corrupt minds, to turn the freak in the most handsome rocker ever seen. And no one ever saw the real him hidden underneath, the man in constant pain. “Okay. See you around.” An idea sprouted in his mind and he retained the name and the hours of the bookshop and rushed to his own place. He came back to the shop. She was nowhere to be seen in this part of the shop but it didn’t matter. He started playing. “I have met a girl / In a pub one night / Sat there she ignored me / I am so impressive / She should have acknowledged me / But her stubborn ignorance / Pushed me to the edge / And my heart can’t help / But cry a name I didn’t know. / How could I catch her attention / If my name, if my presence / Isn’t enough to win her heart? / You think fame brings / All you want in your life / People and cars and buildings / But it won’t / One day you’ll met her / The girl of the pub / And she’ll make you / Feel like you’re the smallest / And meaningless person / Of this world. / See I’m the Doctor / An international rock star / The last of a family / A survivor traveling alone / Hoping to meet / The girl in the pub again.” This was a stupid song with no rhymes, something he had written and composed in a couple minutes to court her, to win her heart. Yet, it proved to be useless since she didn’t show up once he was done with his song. When she finally appeared, she didn’t notice him – how could she not see the tall man standing in the middle of her shop? She was carrying a pile of books, books that she painstakingly added on the shelves according to their genre. She came back to the counter, put one of them down and pushed it toward him without a word. It was a book about the lack of confidence and how to deal with it. How could she have guessed? Intrigued he paid for the book and left the place, with his tail between his legs.

GIVE A TITLE TO YOUR NEW SECTION “Do you want to go home?”

I don’t know if he had figured out my situation at that moment, but I pretty much had grasped his personality according to his reaction when I gave him a copy of Daring Greatly by Brené Brown. Behind his airs, behind the rock star, there is a broken human too used to get what he wants from a snap of his fingers. His interest in me was strange both to him and to me and if it had to go farther, this famous side of him wasn’t what I wanted to see. If he wanted anything from me, he would have to show himself as he really was instead of hiding behind his fame. The character he was playing was of no interest. So was his job, his songs, his money and everything related to the Doctor. It was quite a challenge, but he seemed to be a man who liked to be challenged. Things too easy were boring, and maybe was I a challenge for him too. Now he knew where I was working, probably had found my name too. Yet, he didn’t come to harass me every day. I was almost disappointed not to see him insisting by coming in every day, but he was a busy man. I thought he had tossed the book in the corner of the huge property I supposed he had bought when he became famous and moved on to something else. It was a prejudice I had about him though I remembered clearly the intelligence burning in his eyes along with the feeling of solitude and suffering. The Doctor was just a shell to protect the real man from the blows of society. It was almost a schizophrenic behaviour. Something we all do in society. He was the famous Doctor, the rock star always grinning, always happy, when he was out… But I wanted to see the man he was when he was coming home and taking the costume off. I did get to see this man. I was lucky enough, trustworthy enough for him to unveil his real personality to me. I have considered it as an extreme mark of his affection for me. Beside the trust, he had this undeniable attraction toward me. But I was unaware of it until we met again in my usual pub. He was in before me. There were two pints before him and he casually pushed one toward me, as if he had always known that I would come that night. He was reading a book he hadn’t bought in my bookshop. Probably something he had been given or had found on Amazon. It was placed in such a way that I couldn’t see what it was. It wasn’t a problem. I had brought my own book. The latest release of an author writing exceptional thrillers full of mystery, adventures and adrenaline. All the contrary of my quiet little life. He had had no idea that she was gonna come. It wasn’t the first night he was sitting here with two beers waiting for her to come through the door. The barman and the customers were used to see him around now and no one was going overexcited to see him here. Not anymore. He could be himself and enjoy the book he was reading and the beers he had ordered in peace. All it had taken for him to find this peace was to notice a young woman sat alone at the counter of a pub one night. The penny dropped. He had found what he was looking for but he couldn’t have it as easily as he had had all the other things. He had had to remember how ordinary people were living. He had had to find his way back on Earth after drifting in the higher circles of society and thinking he was better than anyone. He wasn’t. And all it took was a girl in a pub. He knew it was her before she sat on the stool beside him. He had seen her reflection in the mirror above the perfect line of alcohol bottles in the back of the barman. He was wearing earplugs. Nothing would totally plug the noises totally but it was working well enough. He pushed the pint toward her, his eyes still on the book he was reading, his brain registering the words it was seeing. He sipped his beer, read silently. Her eyes were on him at first. He could feel her interrogative gaze on him before she looked away, took a sip of the beer he had offered her and focused on her own book. She was so absorbed by her reading that she almost startled when he put a gentle hand on her shoulder to get her attention. She marked her page and looked at him for the first time since he grabbed her hand and told her to run. “I’m the Doctor, hello,” he signed. Past the surprise of him signing to her instead of using spoken words like he previously had, there was the frustration of him not giving her a real name and introducing himself with his alias. She rolled her eyes and her annoyance was clear in the question she asked in return. “Doctor who?” The smile he gave her did nothing to clear up her annoyance. It actually made it worse. He glanced at his book and back at her. Deep sigh. He raised his hands, about to sign something. Glanced at his book again. He was unsure of what he was doing. “My name is J-A-M-E-S N-O-B-L-E.” “Mine is Rose. Rose Tyler.” “Nice to meet you, Rose.” He was awful at signing apparently. The look on her face and the teeth sunk in her bottom lip was telling him that she was holding back a laugh. He could only sign the basic things and he wasn’t even sure to have spell his own and real name right. “Don’t laugh,” he tried, offended. Which resulted in her giving him the most beautiful he had ever seen. Her tongue was poking out and the malicious spark in her eyes swept him off his feet. He was screwed. It had taken him months to have to proper talk with this woman and here she was finally looking at him and smiling at him. They used a paper and a pen to communicate the rest of the night. He wasn’t good enough at signing to hold a full conversation. He was revealing things about him he never had before but telling all of these to her was easy. He would have said she had a compassionate ear if it wasn’t uncalled for. But he had never felt this well with anyone else before. He was sure of it; she was the one for him. “The pub is gonna close, up for a walk?” The fact that she was offering to prolong this evening meant the world for him and he gladly accepted the offer. He was getting a bit hungry too. They had been ‘talking’ and drinking for a while now. It was night outside. They wouldn’t find much to eat. “I want chips,” she added. “Me too.” “You can pay.” “Why me?” “What sort of date are you?” She was joking. His heart was racing. Did she mean those words? Was he really a date to her? He wished. From the bottom of his heart, he wished she would say yes if he was asking her the question. He felt like a teenager discovering the power of love for the first time and not daring to ask her out. “Chips are on me,” she wrote. “But the beers are on you.” The Doctor grinned wildly, dropped a couple notes on the counter and held a hand out to her. His book was in his jacket’s pocket, hers was in her purse with the pen and paper they had used all evening. She took his hand without a hesitation and they walked out of the pub hand in hand. They found a chippy and Rose insisted in paying the chips. They ended up on a bench, eating from the same container, enjoying the quiet winter night. He gave her his jacket because she was cold and when she grew tired, he allowed her to lean on him. It was nice to be himself for once. “Do you wanna go home?” He had taken me back home. He was a real gentleman, never tried to take advantage of me. He just held my hand and made sure his large and heavy jacket was well wrapped around me. He was reluctant to leave when we reached my building so we prolonged the talk for a little bit. Did he kiss me goodnight after that? Yes. A chaste kiss on the cheek from him. A soft kiss on his lips from me. The first of a series.

GIVE A TITLE TO YOUR NEW SECTION “Come here, I think you need a Doctor.”

Through his eyes, I discovered a world of novelty, I discovered countries I’ve only dreamt of. He had confided to me that all of the trips he had done before meant nothing before me. It wasn’t a bad life to be a rock star, but it was better with two. Better to share it with the person he loved. And that person happened to be me, the deaf girl in the pub.

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odinsonsobsessed · 6 years ago

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Talk Loki To Me • Part Two

Businessman by day, someone else entirely by night… An AU where Tom Hiddleston isn’t a famous film actor. He’s just a normal guy, your roommate of two years. The two of you are really close and you think you know everything about him, until you discover his secret… He’s a popular erotic audio star, taking on the persona of Loki, a god hellbent on making you cum. And when you accidentally discover this secret of his, everything begins to change.

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston/Reader || Word Count: 1.3k || Rated M (18+)

Your roommate was into audio porn! Not only was he into it, but he made it. Tom, the sweet, nerdy, adorable best friend of yours, did something like this! God, you had no idea! He never once in the millions of deep conversations you had, mentioned this. Questions began to flood in your mind, but you didn't have time to think too hard on them, because Tom had just come home!

“Honey, I'm home!” His playful voice echoed into the flat and you heard the door close.

Your eyes widened and you quickly closed out of Google Drive, shutting the laptop.

You looked up as a tipsy, grinning Tom appeared in your doorway.

“Hey Tom!” You greeted, hoping he didn't pick up on the nervousness in your voice. “D-Did you have a good time?” You asked as he crossed your room and fell onto his back on the bed in front of you, glancing up at you as he landed near your feet.

“Fantastic. Man, those guys really know how to loosen up.” He sighed, “God, I needed that. I've been so stressed from work lately.” He stretched his long limbs as he spread out, taking up a good portion of the bed.

You looked down at him, taking in the way he smiled at you upside down. His goofy grin, the shiny gray frame around those eyes… those gorgeous blue eyes that always seemed to stare straight into your soul when he looked at you.

Suddenly feeling extremely nervous and self conscious, you panicked. You did the most logical thing your messed up brain could think of at a time like this, you grabbed his laptop and set it on top of his face to break the eye contact. “Hey!” He yelled, reaching to take it off.

“T-Thanks for letting me borrow it!” You scrambled off of your bed, mumbling to him about your sudden need to use the bathroom. You shut the door, leaning back against it as you let out the breath you didn't realize you’d been holding. You felt like your cheeks were on fire and your heart beating like crazy.

What was wrong with you all of a sudden? Why were you acting so weird around Tom? This was the exact same Tom you knew ten minutes ago. The same Tom you shared breakfast with just this morning. The one who always made sure you were content before leaving the house, like he did tonight when he went out with his friends. So what was your deal?

The audio file.

That damn audio file was messing with your head. The fact that he didn't tell you, did that bother you? You guess you could kind of see why, but… still.

You splashed water onto your face as you attempted to wrangle the thoughts into your mind before you went to bed. When you reached your room, you were relieved to see that Tom had exited your room. You closed the door, changing into your pajamas, which consisted of a tank top and shorts for the summer. You climbed into bed and got comfortable, closing your eyes so you could drift off to sleep.

Your door creaked open and a small amount of light spilled in from the hallway. The door shut and you felt the bed dip behind you. Familiar bare arms engulfed you and you were pulled into the warmth of his chest.

“Tom?”

“Yes, darling?”

“If you're going to sleep in here tonight, can you at least put a shirt on?”

“You know I sleep naked. You're lucky I have pants on.” Even though you couldn't see it, you could hear the smirk in his voice.

You swallowed, shaking your head. “Fine.” You didn't have the energy to argue with him. He was right. Anytime he slept in your room, for some reason he could never be bothered to put a shirt on. But you were used to it. So why did it bother you all of a sudden?

The next morning when you woke up, Tom was gone. You remembered him mentioning something about being out for most of the day. So you took the opportunity to catch up on your chores, the laundry, the dishes, cleaning up your room. The next thing you needed to catch up on was grocery shopping. You grabbed the list and set out for the market.

You returned by mid afternoon, perfect time to fix yourself some lunch. You flipped on the telly, turning on Netflix so you could resume a show you'd been watching the other day.

About halfway through the program, your mind randomly flickered to the audios. You found yourself increasingly becoming curious to listen to another. What were they like? Some of the titles were interesting to you.

You weren't sure how you'd be able to do it. You weren't sure you even should. You'd have to go back on Tom's laptop, which was in his room. You never went into his room without permission, so that option was out. And you couldn't login to his Google Drive on your phone, because you didn't know his password, it had been automatically logged in on his browser the night before.

Patreon. The word flashed through your mind and you decided to open your phone's browser to search for it. Patreon came up, but it was generic, a website that was full of members that you could subscribe and support financially by making small payments for them to update their work. You needed a username. You typed in Loki's name and there it was.

Tom Hiddleston is creating Erotic Audio.

If that didn't confirm it, his followers in the thousands did. He had so many followers. His page was littered with thirsty comments and many different audios, all named after his persona, Loki.

You spent an hour without even realizing it, searching his page, reading comments, reading the different scenarios he had to choose from. With his prices and how many loyal followers he had… Damn, this guy probably made so much money!

Just how good was he, anyway? The longer you searched his page, the more curious you got. You decided listening to one wouldn't hurt. You could always turn it off if you felt uncomfortable. You glanced at the clock, noting Tom wasn't due to come home for another hour or so yet.

Heading to your room, you grabbed your earbuds and plopped down on the bed, making yourself comfortable. Selecting the first audio after his intro, called Loki 01, you closed your eyes and let the audio begin.

“I see you've come back for more. So, I was right. I know the desires of your heart better than anyone, pet. You've come to me for guidance. For relaxation. For… pleasure.” You shivered again, just as you did the other night. Damn, that voice. The way his words rolled off his tongue, so smooth, so suave, so… seductive.

“Come, little one. Let's get to know each other a little better. Tell me... what makes you shiver? What makes your toes curl? And what makes those beautiful sounds flow out of your mouth?” Loki’s laugh echoed into your ears, making your face flush.

“I already know the answer to that. It's me. I am the one that is going to make those shivers run along your spine. I am the one who is going to make you flex those delicate little toes. And my name, is the one you will call out for when you're reduced to a whimpering mess.”

You paused the audio, breathing heavily. Fuck, he was good. He’d barely even started and you were already so hot… so wet.

No. You shook your head and exited out of the browser. You couldn't do this. You wouldn't. Even though it was Loki, this was technically still Tom, your roommate. It was wrong and how could you look him in the eye if you continued down that path?

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omgviolette12 · 6 years ago

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Ten, For The Price Of One

Summary: Loki, also known as “Agent One,” is tasked to invade the life of a potential killer, who decimated multiple members from the criminal organization, Morte. Known for his silver tongue, this mission is just another walk in the park for our God of mischief, or is it?

Words: 3062

Warnings: Graphic Violence, Shameless smut

Pairing: Loki/ Original Female Character

Chapters: 1/?

A/N: This idea has been running around in my head for a while, an au spy/assassin Loki. I feel like that role fits him, since he is a master of lies and trickery! Please let me know if this is a concept worth continuing~

It can also be found on AO3. I usually post there first, then here a few days later. https://archiveofourown.org/works/17581208/chapters/41438900 Tagd :

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“Watch her.”

Agent Reaper threw a file on his desk, the momentum sliding it perfectly in front of Loki, otherwise known as “One.”

The file lay open, revealing a photograph of a woman who looked to be a mix of European and Asian heritage. A dark fringe reached to her eyebrows, almost long enough to cover her cat-like eyes. Black hair tousled over her pale shoulders, her smile showing rows of pretty, white teeth.

“We received some intel, but of course, it needs to be verified. The bitch took out more than half of our benefactors and agents, and we haven't had a single trace until now.” Reaper spat vehemently, his grey eye dripping with menace.

“They think she's the one?” While Loki was never one to judge a book for its cover, the petite, pretty woman in the picture was a far cry from the killing machine that currently plagued their organization.

The assassin always killed in a gruesome, humiliating fashion.

At first, there were no correlations between the killings and their perpetrator. The targets varied vastly in their locations and the execution method was always different. They killed randomly, seemingly with no motive.

The murders started cropping up, on and off for the duration of 6 years.

Picking up the file to read, Loki was momentarily shocked by its contents, though he didn't let it show.

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Name: Nya Sato

Age : 24

DOB: February 20th, 1995

Varying appearances: Tall, petite, busty, small chested, blonde, red-headed

Latest appearance: Dark trench coat, face partially obscured

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Victims:

Victor Petrov

Title: Benefactor

Age : 65

State of corpse upon discovery: Dressed in lingerie, Mutilated genitals. Scrotum found in victim's mouth.

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Maria Popova

Title: Agent #456

Age: 34

State of corpse upon discovery: Facial features unrecognizable, skin flayed. Flesh later found hung in victim's closet.

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Augustine Bianchi

Title: Benefactor, Arms dealer

Age: 56

State of corpse upon discovery: Restrained against bed, on stomach. Anus filled with various sharp ob---

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He stopped reading at that point, the list stretched to a number of 20 victims. All discovered without a shred of dignity.

Loki had seen many atrocities- performed many of his own. But never with such... twisted creativity.

"She left one of them alive. Not sure if it was on purpose, anyone would think he was dead if they found him. Said he recognized her from somewhere, described her to one of our artists once he was stable." A red-headed woman supplemented, standing by the old reaper's side. She wore all black, hands behind her back. "However, we don't know if the intel's reliable, or was planted by the killer themselves."

Reaper swept the glass filled with scotch from his desk, shattering on the mahogany floor. He then proceeded to speak threateningly, jabbing his pointer finger to the desk as he enunciated every word, “I don't care what you have to do. Get in her house, find out everything about her down to the color of her fucking knickers in every drawer. Fuck her, threaten her, do whatever the hell it takes to draw the bitch out and find out who she's working for!”

The reaper was never one to curse so vehemently, always sporting a cool look on his old, but wise features. Needless to say, he was truly incensed.

Loki leaned back against the leather chair unconcernedly, manspreading in all his glory. "So when do I start, dear father?"

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For the first couple of weeks, Loki observed her. Nya worked at a small bookstore at the heart of Liverpool, in an area that held lush greenery at each corner. She rarely left the store, so he surmised that she lived there as well. It seemed to be one those stores with a small apartment on the upper level. Whenever he saw her, she was always smiling a bright, beautiful smile. She was the neighborhood sweetheart. Kind-hearted, soft, timid.

When he casually inquired about her from one of the regulars of her store, the old couple never ceased to stop gushing. Even among the younger patrons of her store, she was quite popular, although they did say she spoke too quietly.

If her portrayal of a sweet, harmless young woman was merely a facade, he would find her to be one hell of an actress. The latest assassination happened merely a week ago, yet he never allowed his eyes to leave the bookstore, tracking her whenever she left it. When could she have gotten the opportunity?

After monitoring her for close to two months, he decided to set his plan in motion.

It was quite dark, rain drizzling as Nya made her way to the bookstore. She struggled with two large bags of groceries, packed with food items and other necessities. By the time she reached the front of the store, she noticed a figure staggering in her direction. Her heart dropped. The man walked strangely, struggling against the wall of a building. He was still a distance away from her, but she could see a dark contrast of red blood splattered on his white dress shirt. His hand gripped his stomach as if he was holding down a wound.

Without thinking, she dropped her groceries and hurriedly made her way towards him.

By the time she reached him, he already slid from the wall unto the sidewalk. She stooped down, taking the man's face into her hands. Despite being immensely pale, Nya was immediately struck by his beauty. Her hands ghosted over his high cheekbones before her eyes trailed to the wound in his abdomen.

“H-hold on, I'll call the ambulance!” Before she could fumble for her phone, a large hand took her slim wrist into a firm grip.

“Don't..call them,” the man opened his eyes, revealing a piercing blue. Startled by the deep, raspy voice, she looked at her wrist, then to the injured stranger. “But, you’re bleeding so much and-” the man groaned loudly, tightening his hold on her hand. He repeated his words, but with much more urgency. “Do. Not. Call. Anyone,” his eyes bore into hers, almost pleadingly. Nya hesitated, unsure of what to do for a moment. After looking at his closing lids and faltering breath, she made a hasty decision, “Alright, I live close by. Try to keep awake, okay? Just for a few minutes,” Her large, bright brown eyes looked around worriedly, hair wet and sticking to her face. The streets were unusually empty. But she paid it no heed, as the neighborhood was naturally quiet and secluded. However, she regretted that she couldn't ask for help.

“We need to hurry, it’s gonna start pouring soon..” She loosened her wrist from his grasp, moving his hand to go over her shoulder, “can you stand?” Wordlessly, the man stood up, albeit clumsily.

It took longer than she'd like to reach the store. With the man's looming height and frame against her petite body, coupled with the drizzle of the rain, she had no choice but to take her time lest they tripped. The groceries lay forgotten on the quickly dampening sidewalk, as she struggled to open the store door with her key.

When they finally made it inside, she urged him to walk with her towards the back of the store. They came upon a staircase soon after. "I don't have an elevator, please bear with me for a little while. Let me know if..it hurts too much to continue," she looked up to his drooping head, noting that his eyes were now watching her with mysterious intent. "Is there something wrong..?"

The man let out a shaky breath, "no, let's continue. I can manage." They took their time up the stairs, each step creaking loudly. When they reached the top, he had gotten significantly paler, if it were even possible. As the door wasn't locked, she opened it without much trouble.

Although the building looked a bit small from the outside, her apartment had quite a bit of space. The walls were of warm, lively hues of blue and yellow, covered in floral patterns. Luckily, the living room was situated close to the entrance, so she immediately took him towards the couch. "I should have some medical supplies in the supply cabinet, hold on for just a bit longer. Can you.. um.. unbutton your shirt in the meantime?" Without wasting any more time, she scurried off.

Loki winced, his head leaning back against the couch. He stabbed deeper than he'd liked, but it had to look convincing. In reality, the wound looked worse than it actually was.

Nya gathered all the supplies she could hold, carrying them in her arms. She also ventured to the kitchen to get a bowl of water, juggling both as she made her way back. When she made it back to the couch, the supplies nearly scattered to the floor. The man took off his shirt, as requested. His lean figure was surprisingly much more sculpted than she anticipated, causing her to stare just a moment too long. She shook her head lightly to gather herself and went to sit beside him carefully.

"Okay.. let's see what I can do here. Could you move your hand.. please?" When he did, she couldn't help wincing at the sight. A deep stab wound oozing blood greeted her, and her hands started to tremble. She swallowed, gathering a wet cloth from the bowl of water to rinse the wound, "I'll try to be as gentle as I can, try not to move too much, okay?" While she cleaned, she made sure to pay attention to any signs of discomfort. However, the stranger didn't move an inch.

"May... I ask how you got this wound? why couldn't you go to the hospital?" She decided to ask a couple questions, make conversation. The silence was becoming uncomfortable. The man's expression grew increasingly stern as he regarded her "It's none of your business, little woman," he replied in an unexpectantly harsh manner.

None.. none of her business?! Who was the one cleaning his wound! She applied a bit of pressure unconsciously due to anger, and that made him flinch. "Considering I let a complete stranger into my home to tend to his injuries, one would tend to think I deserve a bit of information. I don't even know your name!"

The man sighed, then looked toward her in a reluctant manner. “Loki.” “Loki? Is.. that your name. Like the Norse god?” The man nodded his head stiffly. “Loki... that’s a pretty unique one. I’m Nya, by the way.” She no longer looked angry, her expression softening. “Now, would you please tell me how you got this wound?” Loki squinted his eyes at her before glancing away. “I’m being pursued... by bad people. I need a place to stay for a while, if you’ll have me.” His voice became softer, losing much of the harshness it had before. “ Bad people?! Are they trying to kill you?” Nya’s voice went up a pitch, her eyes widening a large margin.

“I understand if you don’t want to be implicated, I’ll leave as soon as you’re finished.” Loki let out a resigned sigh, before returning his gaze towards her wide eyes.

"No.. no. Please stay as long you wish. It should be fine as long as you're quiet..." She indeed didn't want to be involved with whatever trouble the strange man called "Loki" found himself in, but she couldn't let the man leave. It would leave her feeling guilty for weeks. "Besides, there's a storm brewing up. It would be good to stay inside, especially with this wound," after she had finished cleaning said wound, she picked up a tube of antibiotic cream.

The next few moments continued in companionable silence, with her treating him as he watched. When she started to bandage him however.. she felt something hard nudging her arm. She drew back her hand quickly, her cheeks turning a bright crimson. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.. you know.." she pointed towards his groin, "Cause that..."

Loki looked at her, unperturbed. Before she could react, he grabbed her wrist to drag her closer.

"On the contrary, darling girl... I'll welcome your advances. Enthusiastically." His deep, dark voice filled with filthy promises made its way into a surprised Nya's ear. His voice, his scent, coupled with their sudden proximity, sent her into a muddled, dripping wet daze. She audibly swallowed, her eyes quickly averting. What was happening to her?

"Look at me," Loki growled. He grabbed her chin, turning her face towards him. His hand slowly moved from her chin into a soft caress, ghosting over her small ears, before tangling into her raven hair. Nya closed her eyes at the sensation, enjoying his touch. Her expression was strange.... like one of pained relief.

With a jerk movement, he gripped her hair and slammed his lips unto her own. Due to the sudden action, Nya moaned out in surprise. Grasping that opportunity, his tongue quickly slipped into the warm cavern of her mouth. He swirled his tongue around her own, slowly... sensually, before sucking her tongue and swirling it again. When they parted for air, the sight of Nya had Loki hardening even more. Her tongue lay outside her mouth as she panted heavily, hair sticking to her face. She blushed a furious red, which further contrasted her from the cruel, twisted killer that he was tasked to find.

When Nya recovered from that searing kiss, all apprehension and rationality left her. Before he came, she was so... so lonely. The whispers grew louder with each passing day. But his warmth, his touch, made its way into her heart and overwhelmed her senses. She was soaking wet.

When he leaned down to kiss her once more, she stopped him suddenly. "You're still injured.. we.. we can't do this-" Before she could ramble, he pushed her down unto the couch, trapping her underneath him. She looked up at him, her brown eyes still wide. "No amount of pain will stop me from ravishing your sweet, supple," His hand went to grab between her legs," dripping, wet cunt."

Nya gasped at those words. In all twenty-four years of her life, never has a man spoken to her in such a filthy way, let alone someone she just met. Those words, however, made her even wetter, much to her chagrin. When he touched her there, she shivered violently, her legs spasmed and twitched when he thumbed her clit.

"Ah... Loki..please, I.." Nya was lost for words. She grasped the arm of the couch, her hips arching to meet his fingers. "Tell me what you want.. Nya," Loki whispered into her ear, his warm breath raising goosebumps on her skin.

When he said her name with that voice.. the words left her mouth before she could process it " I.. I want to feel you inside m..-ah!" He gently slid a single, long digit into her pussy.

He pumped his finger in a steady rhythm, watching as she writhed helplessly under his ministrations. When he removed his finger, she whined at the sudden loss.

Loki smiled darkly. She was right where he wanted her. He looked into her eyes as he licked his finger clean. "You're as sweet as you look, little flower. Almost like honey,"

She was a panting mess, her eyes glazed over. "Can we.. can we move to the bed?" she was still panting, her lips plump from their last kiss, "I want you.. to be comfortable." Even in this situation, she still thought about his well-being.

In regards to her concern, Loki respectfully declined. "No. I'm going to fuck you, right here on this couch."

He proceeded to do just that. In just a few moments, Nya's dress lay forgotten on the floor. When he ripped off her underwear, he made sure to take note of the color. Without further adieu, he removed his cock from the confines of his pants and slipped inside her warm, welcoming heat.

"Eeep!!" Nya let out a strange, sharp squeak when he filled her to the brim. He looked at her with mild concern. Nya looked mortified at the strange sound she let out, "I-I'm sorry, I don't do this...sort of thing. Hah...you pushed in so suddenly...it's too... too big.." Loki let out a deep chuckle, before going to nuzzle her neck. "I'm sorry dear, I've been hasty," he kissed her neck, sucking and nipping gently, "Tell me when to stop. Otherwise," he pulled out slightly, before ramming back inside her sharply, "I'll keep going, just like this."

Nya cried out at the sudden thrust, her quivering legs moving to grab at his waist. "Please.. not there..! It feels too... oh yes... I mean n-no..!" Nya stuttered helplessly, the assault on her body turning her silly. Of all the women Loki had slept with, she was the first to look so...cute.

He picked up the pace of his thrusts, quickening into a brutal speed. Nya's cute, whimpering noises seemed to spur a primal instinct within his being. He wanted to ruin her, to see the supposed monster that lay beneath her temptingly sweet body. However, that monster never showed itself. What greeted his ears instead was her soft, breathless voice.

"Harder, oh god, please go harder Loki," her hand now wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him even closer as he rutted inside her core. His thrusts began to grow unsteady, signaling his impending release. "I want you to come for me, Nya. I want to feel you tightening around my cock," he removed her hands from around his shoulders and pinned them above her head. "Now, Nya. Come for me now!" With his command, Nya screamed and shuddered when her orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave. In all her life, her sexual experiences could only be counted on one hand. She had never felt so filled.. so complete. Loki came soon after, his cum dripping from the sides of her pussy.

He never intended to cum inside her, he usually had control in these situations. But he was overcome with the need to mark her and own her in every way possible.

When he pulled out and watched the look of contentment on her face, Loki came to the decision to enjoy this gift of a mission bestowed upon him. And he would enjoy himself indeed, thoroughly.

Chapter 2

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elejah-wonderland · 6 years ago

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Always/10

Fanfiction

Part 10

Elijah Mikaelson x reader/Elena Gilbert

Kol Mikaelson, and the rest of the Mikaelson family

AU TVD/TO story

a/n: Thanks so much for reading. It is so very much appreciated. xoxo

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The Attending allowed one person only to enter the ICU room. Both Esther and Rebekah decided that it should be Sophie.

"You're his mom-"- Sophie said-"I mean- I get if you want to-”

Esther took Sophie's hand and said-"I am his mother, but you gave him the strength that I could never. You go."

"Yeah"- Rebekah slipped and Sophie nodde a little walking then to the ICU area.

Esther now turned to Rebekah- "I saw Y/N/E last night. When did she come back?"

"Last night."- Rebekah said-"I don't know all the details. I had no time to speak to them"

"I hope things will finally sort themselves out now"- Esther said-"this family suffered enough"

"Something tells me it will be all right"- Rebekah said with a hopefull tone.

*** In the Y/N/E and Elijah’s residence, time seemed to stood still as Elijah heard Y/N/E mention the pregnancy. It was not something he would have thought he'd be hearing at all. And he looked at Y/N/E speechless.

Y/N/E looked back at him nodding in confirmation, putting her phone on the counter saying- "I am. I am pregnant!". She smiled.

"You are-" - Elijah said still not grasping the reality of it all.

"You're not happy-?"- Y/N/E uttered tearing up now.

"Oh, Y/N/E-"- he now came towards her feeling a bubbly rush to his head-"how can you think that? I am. Of course, I am-" - he caressed her face now-"I am"

She could see exhaustion but also bliss in his eyes. She glued herself onto him as they locked in an embrace.

"For a moment there I thought -"Y/N/E started but stopped.

He stroke her head gently-"For a moment I - it was unreal. So much had happened lately-"

Y/N/E still locked in his embraced gulped a bit-"Yes. Like we were on a spinning wheel. You try to get off it but you can't."

He moved out of the hug a little and looked at her streaming a mix of different emotions. "A carousell- yeah- the one that is beautiful at first but then it looks like it turns into horror. This is the most amazing news- and it's like the light that I had been waiting for such a long time, and it had already come to me when you woke up. When you were will still mine even though you looked at me with the eyes seeing a stranger in front of you. And I will come out as the most unsensitive asshole right now- today of all days- after this great news-"- he paused for a second and then said-"no, not now"

He caressed her face gently again. But Y/N/E was no fool, she messed up, she acted on a misguided impulse and hurt the person she had loved more than life.

Flashback A few days before, in California

Y/N/E sat down the beach and opened randomly a page of a book with different quotes from movies, books, essays. And there was one

-Consider what great girl you are.

-Consider what a long way you’ve come today.

-Consider what o’clock it is.

-Consider anything, only don’t cry!

Lewis Carroll

"Consider what o'clock it is"- Y/N/E uttered and the words acted like magic. And like Alice she got up and felt like she was walking through a dark, nasty Wonderland ruled by the horrific Queen of Spades. Something inside click as if she heard knocking at the door and seeing the White Rabbit rushing by her all nervously because he was tremendously late. Having noticed her he said-"Remember what the Cheshire cat said"

"I am not mad"- Y/N/E said.

"No. You are hurt. But you are not the only one. And you have forgotten all about him."

"I want you to tell me all. Everything that is inside of you. Everything you feel -the good. The bad. We always talked. And if you hated me for cutting myself off from you, I wouldn't blame you."- Y/N/E said-"you were amazing. You are amazing. Bearing up. For both of us."

When things were extremely serious, Elijah would get this grim look and she knew his inside world was crushing- and he would get even more silent, dealing with whatever came his way in his own manner, but not this time. It was to let everything out-

"It's true. I was bearing up. It was either that or fold completely. The pain of being told that your wife might never wake up was excruciating. The pain after they said there was a baby, but they could not do anything - was devastating. Not that I loved it more than you. I loved you equally. They after day I would be given a glimmer of hope that you would be fine. It kepte going. Then they said you have gone from what they consider coma into vegetative state, where there was not knowing how long for. And the chances of you being ok again if you wake up. And you did. And - "- he stopped there.

Y/N/E reached for him entangling her hand with hers- "I am so sorry - I acted selfishly-"

"But- you see. I feel bad because- I don't want you to feel that you were selfish. You were left for dead, and then you didn't know who you were at all - and - the realization that you had lost the baby- it could drive anyone to the brink. How could I hate you. I could never- but-"-he paused again and tremendous pain transpired from his eyes-" I watched you leave and I didn't know if I would see you again. And it felt like someone ripped half of me away"

"Oh, Elijah! I am sorry, I am so sorry. I love you!"-she hugged him firmly yet again.

"Please- don't apologize. You're back. Things will ne good"

"Yeah, things will be good. I promise"- she moved a little out of the hug and kissed him. And the kiss was like the sweet release making both of their souls lift up as one.

He looked in her eyes and he forgot all of the hurt.

Y/N/E caressed his face with both of her hands needing to say her bit-

"Running away is never a good answer and I was never that person before. I was the one who would face whatever came her way. The one who thinks of others first."

"Don't. You are a good person- please"- Elijah said.

"Maybe. I guess she is emerging back again. And she will do everything to have us back on track. And I need you to know- I realized what ridiculous mistake it was to shut your out. It's like woke up all over again. And - was coming home to put things right and tell you that I can't do without you and I was stupid for have done this. Because we are ALWAYS. And I love you and I am so sorry that I hurt you. And - I had a ticket to get back tomorrow, but then I had felt badly and Vicky said that I couoldn't fligh if I don't get the all clear. And - well, the tests confirmed that I was pregnant"

"Oh, yes. And is everything all right?"- he askrd as they both looked at her tummy.

"So far everything is fine. They did a quick ultra sound. It was fine."- Y/N/E said.

"I love you"- Elijah then said placing another kiss on her lips. And it seemed they could not stop. It felt like they had been apart forever and if it wasn't for both of their phones going on and on they would never come down from the stars.

Elijah picked up his as it was Rebekah calling each phone.

"Yes, Rebekah?"-

"Kol is going to be fine! He made it!"- Rebekah nearly shouted on the phone.

Since he put her on loudspeaker both Y/N/E and Elijah rejoiced.

"Y/N/!"- Rebekah then said and they were expecting a very sarcastic comment coming through as she was mad at her sister-in-love abandoning her brother- but she simply said-"It's good you're back."

"Shall we tell her?"- Y/N/E then said-"she deserves to know first- cuz she'always been there"

"Yeah- but you will have to keep it to yourself till we get to the hospital!"- Elijah said.

"What is going on?"- Rebekah said-"you sound misterious"

"We're pregnant"- they both said nearly in one voice.

And there was silence on the other side.

"Rebekah? Hello?"- Y/N/E said-"are you there?"

"Yeah"- Rebekah said-"I -have no tissues!"

"Are you crying?"- Elijah said.

"Of course I'm crying. What a question. Oh, you guys. It's like a miracle."

"Kinda is"- Y/N/E said looking at Elijah happily.

"It is"- Elijah said-"I love you"

"I love you, too"

"Ok now"- they could hear Rebekah in the background as they got into another session of kisses-"When you finish with your soppiness get here ASAP. Rebekah out"- "Oh, and I am so happy for you guys. Ok, you probably are not listening to me at all"

Elijah pressed the end button now taking Y/N/E by the hand as they disappeared out of the kitchen.

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In the hospital

Sophie sat down on the chair, tears escaped her eyes as she took hold off her husband’s hand. Rubbing it gently with her fingers, he opened them, looking at her with love-

“Hey, luv” - Kol uttered faintly.

“Ah, you put me through Hell - I was so scared - oh - love you so much.”

“Sorry”

Sophie now got up and placed a sweet, lingering little kiss on her husband’s lips- and rubbing his cheek gently now said-

“Never do anything like this again! Did you here me- I don’t want to be without you- EVER, Kol Mikaelson!”

“Agreed pumpkin!”- Kol said curling a small smirk on, knowing Sophie hated to be called this pet name.But this time, she was smiled happily, and he could use any pet name he liked, as long as he was there with her.

“I see you are getting better”- she said, her heart sparkling with relief.

“Did you think that a bullet could finish me - no - I got a thousand lives - “- Kol said.

“But no more playing heroes, all right? Now we will be just an ordinary married couple like - your mom and dad- and have tones of children.”- Sophie said -”which - brings me -”

“What? Are you-?”- Kol looked at his wife with tired but gleaming eyes.

“I - just made one of those test at home a couple of days ago - and it was - yeah- positive- yeah”-

“A baby?”- Kol now said with a warm smile on his face - “Me - a dad - OMG”

Sophie smiled and nodded -”It’s so OMG- but - are you happy?”

“Yes, luv. Oh, this is the best news ever. Love you - so much, Soph”

He now moved up with his head wanting to kiss her, but it still felt so heavy- but, she now leaned over to him and he kissed her dearly with all the strength he possessed.

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