#completed fanfic

[tippenfunkaport]

"Hold out your hand," she said, and he did because he always trusted her, even now when everything was unfamiliar and new. She tipped whatever was in her hand into his and pressed his fingers closed around it. "Can you feel it?"  He nodded. Something tingled against his palm, the warmth slightly twitchy, like a living thing. When he glanced down, he saw golden light spilling out from between his fingertips. "What is it?"  Glimmer fit her hand over his, the two of them holding the glow together. "Ask it to do something. Anything."

Gorgeous art by the amazing and talented @dalila-nonsense for the final chapter of Going There called...

✨Glow✨

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[deityoftherain]

courting jewelry - Flower Husbands ESMP1 Oneshot

Rating: Gen

Relationship: M/M

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Status: Completed Oneshot

Word Count: 3,282

Summary:

Scott and Jimmy have been perusing each other in secret as their empires became allies. Now that their alliance was official, the Codlanders celebrated with a festival, inviting the Rivendellians to join them as a merger of their cultures. The two lovers sneak off from the festivities for some private time, emerging from their special flower garden hand in hand, announcing their courtship to their people through the jewelry they exchanged.

The fic is posted in full under the cut if you don't want to reroute to AO3 :D

“Shouldn’t they be here by now?” Jimmy asked his advisor, pacing back and forth as his tail swayed behind him. He fidgeted with his hands, rubbing the tips against the webbing between his fingers and the greenish brownish scales decorating his skin.

“They’re coming all the way from Rivendell, Codfather,” Moacir reminded him as they patted a one-two against his shoulder. “Give them time. The festival doesn’t start for a few more hours, anyway, and the other Codfolk are still preparing. Besides, I’m sure Sovereign Scott is just as eager to see you as you are with him. He’ll get here when he gets here.”

“Right, well,” Jimmy started without a conclusion. He sighed, planting his feet still as he scratched the back of his neck. Once that itch was satisfied, he ran his claws down his shoulder. The movement encouraged a scale to shed, and Jimmy scrambled to catch it. “Aha! Another scale for the flower!”

“Codfather!” Moacir exclaimed with a baffled laugh. He covered his mouth as he did so before pushing up the rim of his glasses. “I know you are anxious about the festival going well, but I know you well enough to know you aren’t this scatterbrained. Not when it comes to things important to you.” Realization dawned on Jimmy and he smacked his palm against his forehead. Right. He had managed to collect enough over a week ago and had some artisans help him manipulate deliberate curves into them. Using one’s scales in jewelry and decor was an old Codfolk tradition, dating long before the Cod-Salmon war. The technique was almost lost to history, but some brave souls managed to preserve it and prevent it from being another thing the Salmonfolk stole from them.

Moacir must have taken pity on him for they turned to comfort. “Don’t beat yourself up about it. You were in the habit of collecting scales for an extended period of time so it is only natural that you haven’t broken it yet. I was only teasing and it didn’t land properly. Still, as your advisor and your friend, I must insist that you go and relax before the elves get here. It won’t do us any good if our emperor is tripping over his own two feet because he’s tired.”

Jimmy considered Moacir’s words for a moment before allowing his shoulders to hunch, releasing the tightness in his shoulders. “You’re right, you’re right. I don’t want to be exhausted before it even starts. Will you make sure to get me when they arrive?” “Of course I will,” Moacir scoffed, but not harshly. “Do you even know me? Now stop procrastinating and go.”

“Woah! Okay, okay!” Jimmy exclaimed as Moacir started to forcefully guide him down the raised wooden pathing. “I’m going! No need to push.” Moacir stopped pushing when Jimmy started to walk by himself. “Rest well, Codfather!” 

“I will!” Jimmy called the promise over his shoulder. Moacir was right, he was rather tired. As soon as he arrived back home, he staggered over to his bed and face planted onto the mattress. It was safe to say he kept his promise of resting, fading into dreamland rather quickly.

Jimmy was woken a couple hours later for final outfit checks and to make sure he was properly prepared. While the tailors made final adjustments to his clothes, Moacir quizzed him on the speech he made him memorize. This event was nowhere near a typical political affair nor was it supposed to be high stress, but The Cod Council (made up of supposedly wise and elder Codfolk) wouldn’t be pleased with him if he managed to mess up this alliance with Rivendell.

He didn’t understand why The Cod Council was so worried though! Codland wouldn’t suddenly fall apart if the alliance was broken and, even if the alliance did break, they had other allies such as Mezalea and Pixandria! It wouldn’t fail, he knew, for Jimmy had built a strong relationship with not only Rivendell as an empire, but Sovereign Scott, their emperor! Jimmy and Scott were actively courting, for cod’s sake! Not that that was super public information, yet.

Jimmy wished the council would give him some more credit for all he’d done instead of treating him with an unnecessary amount of skepticism. He already struggled with self-confidence at times– some of the other emperors openly scoffed at both him and his empire’s size and economic influence– so he would appreciate it if they actually offered some genuine support! Jimmy knew they were like that with anyone, jaded by war and loss, but he couldn’t deny it hurt.

Luckily, where the elders failed, there were people more than willing to help build up his confidence. Friends like Pix, citizens like Moacir, his sister Lizzie… even Joel, Lizzie’s husband, was supportive in his own special way! Jimmy was lucky to have a support system like them in place because he wasn’t sure he would be able to lead like he was otherwise.

Codfolk loved festivals, so they took every and any excuse they could to have one. They celebrated the changing of the seasons, they celebrated art, they celebrated hunting and herbs, they celebrated the changing tides and the rotation of the moon! Most importantly, they celebrated their alliances. They were culture mergers and fantastic for moral boosting.

Everyone knew that Rivendellians weren’t the most social people out there, especially with those outside their empire, so Jimmy worked diligently to make this festival the best one yet! It was the Codfolk way, after all: every stroke is a chance to make waves, so give it your all and savor the journey.

I’m Big Man Jim. I can do this! Jimmy repeated the mantra in his head to dispel the anxiety that wormed its way into his consciousness. If the Codfolk could survive a war with the Salmonfolk and the on and off hostilities from the Wither Rose Alliance, he could make it through a festival with the man he was courting.

Speaking of which, Moacir entered the room Jimmy was finishing up in announcing, “Codfather! The elves are here.”

Jimmy jerked out of his thoughts, both excitement and nerves sparking within him. The excitement took over as he thought of Scott, and the anticipation urged Jimmy to shrug off one of the Codfolk fussing over his outfit and rush out the door

He hurried down the oak plank paths with pep in his step. Some of his people stayed on his heel, prepared to greet the Rivendellians with him. Jimmy adjusted the headpiece nested on his head, an alternative to the Codhead Helm. The Codhead was worn for official ceremonies or for travel outside of the empire’s territory. While in Codland, it was considered more proper to wear a headpiece that didn’t cover his face. It had to do with tradition, trust, and centuries of history Jimmy could only recall fractions of.

If Jimmy were to be honest, he didn’t remember a single thing he said to greet the elves. He was so consciously focused on Scott in all his beauty that he couldn’t hear the words coming out of his mouth. Based on the thumbs up Moacir gave him when the crowd dissipated to enjoy the festivities, he assumed he did well. 

Moacir had ensured he could recite the speech they prepared forward and backwards. Jimmy was positive he could recite it in his sleep, and maybe he has, he’d gone over it so many times. It was worth it though because everyone was happy and content, and Jimmy was permitted to show Scott around.

“Good day, Sovereign,” Jimmy greeted the other emperor with a grin, offering his arm for Scott to take. “Are you ready for your tour?” Scott returned the grin, slipping his hand around Jimmy’s arm. “My, aren’t you a gentleman, Codfather. I like this much better than almost drowning.”

Jimmy laughed airly, glancing away bashfully for only a moment. “As do I. Festivals are always a highlight in my life, after all. Perhaps you could come to the next one we have as well? It’s a music festival, in honor of traditional Codfolk songs and dances.”

Scott hummed in consideration, conscious of the fact that his people were still in earshot. “I would be honored to attend, if I am available.”

When an alliance with Codland is formed, the emperor of the other empire must allow the ruling Codparent (Codfather, in this case) to hold them under water. It was a trust exercise meant to ensure a bond, the emperor putting their life in the Codparent’s hands, and it was the Codparent’s task to pull them back up before they drowned. Once the ritual is complete, the alliance is considered official in Codland’s eyes.

Like the emperors before them, Jimmy held Scott underwater, but brought him up before harm came to his lover. Now, instead of repeating such a ceremony, which he doubted any of the other emperors would approve of doing more than once, they conducted festivals. Jimmy much preferred the festivals, if he were to be honest, but he couldn’t say he didn’t find joy in near-drowning Joel. He certainly put the “brother” in “brother-in-law”, they both did.

Jimmy walked Scott past a few crowded booths, squinting his eyes briefly at them. “Hm, there’s a lot of people over here. We should make our way to the other side so it isn’t as crowded and loop back. Does that sound good to you?” “Sounds wonderful,” Scott agreed, but he did stop walking. With Jimmy’s arm still hooked with Scott’s, it prompted him to stop as well because they would otherwise lose contact with one another. Jimmy furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, but Scott answered his unspoken question before it formed on his lips. “Before we continue the tour, can we go someplace private?” “Why?” Jimmy blurted out, ever curious, before scrambling to add to it. “I mean, we can, yes, but–?” “Maybe I just want to spend some time alone with you, Jimmy,” Scott interrupted, a playful gleam in his brilliantly dark blue eyes. “Don’t you want to spend some time alone with me?”

Jimmy’s face flushed, his voice lowering to a murmur, “Of course I do, orchid, you know that, but the alliance–” “Then it shouldn’t be a problem! Come on, petal, the alliance will be fine,” Scott reassured Jimmy. “No one will notice if we’re not wandering the festival for a little bit. Besides, don’t you think we both deserve a little time to ourselves every once in a while? Aeor knows I haven’t had a proper break in far too long.”

Void, Jimmy was always weak when it came to Scott. He briefly surveyed the area before tugging Scott off the “official” path of the festival. In a hushed voice, he instructed, “Hurry, this way!”

Scott giggled elatedly as he allowed Jimmy to drag him off. Jimmy racked his brain on where to take him that was in that direction. That was when the blue, gold, and white of the Rivendell embassy building caught his eye. Perfect! If they were caught sneaking away, that wasn’t the worst place to be found.

Scott must have caught on to what Jimmy was thinking because he said, “Let’s go to the garden.” “Already on it,” Jimmy informed him, practically beelining right there.

Scott had always liked flowers, but not many would survive the frigid temperatures of the mountains, even in a greenhouse. Knowing this, Jimmy granted the Rivendellians permission to build a tiny, secluded flower garden on the land provided to build the embassy on. It quickly became one of Jimmy and Scott’s favorite places to go together in Codland, and for good reason.

Their empires’ banners hung beside each other on the wall the garden shared with the main embassy. The other “walls” were hedges made of flowering azaleas, allowing the garden to be secluded in the first place. Inside the “walls” was a small fountain surrounded by various flowers, marking the area with the soft sound of moving water, pleasant aromas, and plenty of color.

As soon as they entered, Scott removed himself from Jimmy’s hold to approach the nearby jasmine and camellias. He sniffed the flowers with a content, somewhat dreamy sigh. “Aeor, I love this place.” Jimmy watched Scott flutter around the flowers like a bee seeking nectar, utterly stricken by his lover. He sometimes wondered how a man like Scott fell for someone like him. Sure, he was an emperor, but there were several cultural and lifestyle differences between them! Jimmy wouldn’t complain though, grateful that his affections for the elf were returned.

Scott always had this sense of etherealism to him, starstruckingly gorgeous. His skin was as pale as the mountains’ snow and his hair was a vibrant blue, reminding Jimmy (once again) of the blue orchids most commonly found in the swamp. In fact, if he held an orchid up to Scott, Jimmy was almost certain it would be an exact match. Despite the heat of the sun, Scott was barely flushed red, which Jimmy assumed was an elf thing. Barely any elves’ skin he’s known was affected by the sun, unlike Codfolk whose skin darkened and often freckled from sun exposure.

“Not that I mind you staring, petal, but we have come here for a reason,” Scott’s teasing comment pulled Jimmy from his thoughts. He guided the fabric of his long, layered skirt forward so he could sit down on the bench without it bunching before patting the spot next to him. “Sit with me.” Jimmy obeyed hastily, only taking two strides to reach Scott’s side. He sat down, unconsciously wrapping his tail around Scott like a hug. Scott allowed it to happen, not seeming to mind nor care. “Why did you insist on coming here first? There’s still so much festival to see.” “And we will see it,” Scott promised. “I’m just being selfish, and selfish me wanted to spend the day seeing you wear this.” “Seeing what-?” Before Jimmy could finish that though, Scott pulled out a shiny, almost-clear white necklace, holding it in such a way to display it in its full beauty. Upon further inspection, the shine likely came from some sort of enchantment, though Jimmy wasn’t sure which. Everything from the central pendant to the flowers and leaves that decorated the necklace further were meticulously carved, crafted to perfection.

Jimmy’s eyes widened and as his jaw went ajar, enamored by the artistry. He reached out to touch it before pulling back, not wanting to potentially break it. “Scott, it’s gorgeous. Did you make this yourself?” “I did,” Scott confirmed with a sense of pride. “I used my ice abilities as a base, but the finer details and enchantments I did myself by hand. It is made of ice, but it shouldn’t melt or affect your body temperature. I’ll admit, there were a few failed versions before this one, but I wanted to get it perfect for you.” “Oh, Scott,” Jimmy practically melted, feeling all warm and fuzzy by the show of affection and care. He was at a loss for words, so he didn’t speak. Instead, Jimmy gingerly took the necklace and clasped it around his neck. He looked down at it, his end of his tail starting to flick joyously. Unable to contain himself anymore, he pulled Scott into a tight hug before punctuating it with a chaste kiss.

“Just so you are aware, this is an elven courting gift,” Scott informed before Jimmy could go in for a second kiss. “I know we’ve been keeping our courting on the downlow, wanting to give our relationship time to breathe without input from other people, but everyone will know if you wear this in public. At least elves will know; I’m not sure how aware of our customs Codfolk are. You don’t… you don’t have to wear it if you’re not ready yet. This isn’t meant to rush you.”

“I’m ready. I swear it,” Jimmy promised in between initiating feverish kisses, unable to keep his hands off of his lover. He had been so nervous to bring up the topic of moving forward in their courtship, unsure about how Scott would react, but, void, was he relieved! He had been nervous for no reason, Scott bringing it up before him, but Jimmy was more than happy to prove his anxieties wrong. Scott meant everything to him, and Jimmy was more than ready to let everyone who would listen know. “I wouldn’t want it any other way. I love you, Scott. I love you so much.”

Scott noticeably softened at Jimmy’s words, returning the affections with an “I love you too” murmured when taking a breath.

They continued to exchange kisses even as Scott wrapped his arms around Jimmy’s torso with his fingers interlocking just above Jimmy’s tail. Scott pulled Jimmy onto his lap and Jimmy went with the movement, encircling Scott’s waist with his legs. Jimmy’s hands wandered up to Scott’s face, one cupping his cheek while the other tangled itself in his hair.

They were so lost in bliss and pleasure that Jimmy had forgotten about the festival until he heard three loud chimes go off in the distance in rapid succession. Both of them startled, the sound a surprise to both of them.

“We should probably take that as a sign to rejoin the festival,” Scott commented breathlessly, resting his forehead against Jimmy’s shoulder.

“Probably,” Jimmy agreed, just as breathless. “Those chimes are meant to announce that the relay races are starting soon, and I would like to show you them. I’m not participating this time, but they’re so much fun to watch, especially when you pick a team to root for.” “We should start heading that direction, then,” Scott raised his head so he was no longer leaning his body weight into Jimmy, “or we’ll miss it.” Jimmy climbed off of Scott’s lap, prepared to lead his lover back to the festivities when he recalled part of the reason he was so nervous for today. “Wait, orchid, I have something for you too.”

Curiosity colored Scott’s expression as Jimmy retrieved the flower forged from his scales and held together by gold imported from Mezalea. Scott held out cupped hands and Jimmy set the hair brooch on his palms. 

“They look like your scales,” Scott observed, studying it closely.

“They are,” Jimmy confirmed, pleased that Scott caught that fact so quickly. ”Giving jewelry made of one’s scales is a Codfolk tradition. A courting gift, like your necklace. I suppose we had the same idea, but I planned to give mine to you later, after showing you around more.”

Scott laughed lightheartedly as he effortlessly styled the brooch into his hair, utilizing his years upon years of practice decorating himself with various jewelry and accessories. “It’s perfect. Thank you.”

“Of course!” Jimmy puffed out his chest, straightening his shoulders with a grin. Scott rewarded him with another stolen kiss or five before they were interrupted by the chimes once more. “That’s the second warning! The third time it sounds off, they’re starting.” “Then let's get going! Come on, slowpoke!” Scott stood up and took Jimmy’s hand in his before dragging him out of the garden. Jimmy let Scott lead for a moment before picking up his pace to speed walk side by side with him. 

Jimmy smiled so brightly as they raced along the path together that he couldn’t force it away if he tried. Festivals always left him in high spirits, but he felt over the moon with Scott wearing his scales and holding his hand as he wore Scott’s ice necklace, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

If you read this far, please like/kudos, reblog, and comment either here or on AO3, I appreciate it a lot <3

[rayan12sworld]

💠💙Wei Wuxian’s Terrible, Horrible, No Good First Meeting With His Future

By:Enigmatree

Summary:

Wei Wuxian is expecting to have a nice day learning from Lan Qiren and bugging Lan Wangji and Jiang Cheng in the Cloud Recesses.

He's not expecting to see a portal open and drop out a fake Lan Wangji carrying a madman demonic cultivator that the fake Lan Wangji calls Wei Ying.

Too bad that's what he gets.

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 An entirely self-indulgent mini story I wrote because I love young characters coming across their older, eviler, and very incomprehensible selves. There's absolutely no plot.

Chapter1/1

Words:3,095

Status:Completed

In this fandom if anyone ask what is my top 1 for one shots ,I would choose this one, I have reread it so many take that I can't even count 😅

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💠💙Brotherly Desperation

By:MarvelWeirdo

Summary:

The room watched on in shock as the bodies of the Second Jade and First disciple of Yunmeng Jiang shook violently.

Their bodies almost seemed like projections, both flickering between teen and young adult bodies,

Their future selves.

“Lan Zhan… you really should have let your elders take me.” A bitter smile followed.

“Wei Ying,” the room’s temperature dropped, as the cold Jade let a tear roll down his cheek, “ They will never take you, not from me….”

Or Wangxian get transported back to the Gusu lectures and everyone is a witness to their trauma.

Why? I hear u ask,

Because.

Chapter:1/1

Words:1,498

Status:Completed

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lan xichen is very concerned (and confused)

By:theninjacat

Summary:

Lan Xichen isn’t sure what to make of this new version of his brother.

or

wangxian time travel from a universe where the sunshot campaign went on for years. confusing many people. the sects spy on them after one of the war meetings.

Chapters:1/1

Words:3,026

Status:completed

I have read so many one shot fic ,but I like these three the most 😚😚

[thetypewritingkate]

"a time with snow." by thesmileykate

(the completed work)

Set during the beginning of Mockingjay and alternating flashbacks to his past, Coriolanus Snow struggles to quell the rebellion as the districts start to fall to District 13. Haunted by the past and desperate to maintain his power, Snow orchestrates a series of manipulative tactics to break Katniss. As Snow's plans unfold, he grapples with the consequences of his actions and the realization that he may not be able to extinguish the flames of rebellion he helped ignite. When these tactics ultimately fail to slow the Mockingjay's flames, he desperately turns to the last weapon in his emotional arsenal: an abandoned boy who has a hold on the Mockingjay's heart.

OR

What did the day that Snow decided to hijack Peeta look like?

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[perseidlion]

After 43k and several months, this fic is now complete!

Chapters: 17/17 Fandom: Dead Boy Detectives (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cat King/Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne, Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne & Charles Rowland, Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne & Niko Sasaki, Cat King & Monty (Dead Boy Detectives), Monty (Dead Boy Detectives) & Charles Rowland (DCU), Monty (Dead Boy Detectives)/Charles Rowland (DCU) Characters: Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne, Charles Rowland (DCU), Cat King (Dead Boy Detectives), Crystal Palace (DCU), Night Nurse (DCU), Niko Sasaki, Monty (Dead Boy Detectives), Tragic Mick (Dead Boy Detectives) Additional Tags: Mystery, Afterlife, Case Fic, Cat King Loves Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne, Touch-Starved Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne, Protective Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne, Protective Charles Rowland (DCU), Niko Sasaki Lives, Post-Canon, Sequel, Developing Relationship, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Behavior, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Mutual Pining, Touch-Starved Charles Rowland (DCU), Magic, Jealous Charles Rowland (DCU), POV Alternating, POV Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne, POV Charles Rowland (DCU), POV Cat King (Dead Boy Detectives), Bisexual Male Character Series: Part 3 of The Ballad of Edwin and Cat - Catwin Continity, Part 4 of Perseid_Lion's Dead Boy Detectives Summary:

It's been a few months since Edwin, Charles and Crystal left Port Townsend after the death of their friend Niko. They've done their best to move on. In the meantime, they've matched wits with Desire of the Endless, and Edwin has started dating the Cat King.

Cat's gift of a spirit mirror offers the boys a chance to speak to Niko again - if she is indeed on the other side.

--- This is a sequel to my fic, Cat and Ghost (https://archiveofourown.org/works/55914973/chapters/141986386) though you don't have to read that one to follow this story! I do my best to catch you up in chapter 1.

Continuity note: the short fic, The Human Bargain takes place between Cat and Ghost and this fic. But again, it's not strictly necessary to read it: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56889706

[lavenderfairiez]

I JUST POSTED THE EPILOGUE TO MY VALGRACE FIC I CAN'T BELIEVE ITS DONE!!!

Tysm everyone who read it 🥹😭🫶

[nothumbsnothoughts]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, Percy - Fandom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Nico di Angelo/Percy Jackson, Poseidon/Original Female Character Characters: Percy Jackson, Nico di Angelo, Rachel Elizabeth Dare, Chiron (Greek and Roman Mythology), Poseidon (Greek and Roman Mythology), Poseidon (Percy Jackson), Clarisse La Rue, Piper McLean, Annabeth Chase, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: Road Trips, Slow Build, Accidental Baby Acquisition Summary:

Nico di Angelo should be his best friend. He looks over, meeting Nico’s eyes; Nico, who looks patient and a little embarrassed for some reason, and he thinks, why isn’t he?

Or: Wherein Nico has an incurable case of being a martyr, Percy grows to hate The Muppets, and Poseidon surprises the both of them with a bouncing baby demigod.

[sirtouchstarved]

Final chapter of Bloom on ao3

Bloom by Sir_Touch_Starved Fic Summary: Aziraphale, who's used as the glorified maid of his household, sneaks out into the meadow in the East Woods whenever he can to get a breath of fresh air and read. Crowley, the prince of the land who's stressed over his impending coronation and the fact that he needs to find a spouse, sneaks out into the forest as well to clear his mind. or Basically, a good omens cinderella au. I'm planning on low levels of angst, just a sweet love story of two idiots who just want to be free.

Chapter Summary: It starts as it will end.

There it is. Final chapter. 40,497 words, and 12 chapters.

This is so wild, I started this fic close to a year ago, randomly disappeared for 8 months due to life shit, then came back and actually managed to finish it. This is the longest piece of media I've ever written, and I loved every second of it. I had a great time writing this, and I hope you all have/had a good time reading it. Enjoy lovelies <333

In other news, I'm working on a new multichapter Good Omens hunger games au, so if that catches your interest, be on the lookout!

Hope y'all have a great day/night <3

[wisteria-in-winter]

Too Busy Being Yours 💙Master List💙

They had not gotten along, at least at first.

Bal had acquaintances along the Sword Coast but none were wizards. A few fellow sorcerers but most definitely no wizards. By the nine hells did she find them arrogant and, consequently, difficult to get along with.

In her opinion, Gale embodied all the worst traits of wizardkind. The man was pompous, hubristic, and by the gods he never shut up.

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Bal hid away from the world for three years in Baldur's Gate to deal with her grief, unfortunately, that didn't save her from being snatched up by the nautiloid. Begrudgingly saddled with the title of leader, she tentatively begins to make friends again, opening her heart to her fellow tadpals, and carving out a special place for Mystra's former Chosen.

But the weight of the Sword Coast's fate rests heavily on her shoulders, and love is not always easy. When further loss and expectations take their toll, she flees from the one she cherishes most, unable to handle that he will pass long before she does.

Time and soul-searching will heal Bal's wounds, but only if she can face her fears and doubts.

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Behold, the master list for my BG3 Gale X Fem!Tav/OC fic!

Chapter 1: How many secrets can you keep?

Chapter 2: Some things just aren't that simple.

Chapter 3: And your tears have been worthwhile, they got you through.

Chapter 4: Down, down, down by the river.

Chapter 5: Lost in the moment, years too late.

Chapter 6: Exposing cold steel, fire, beauty and rage.

Chapter 7: Leave all your shame behind the door.

Chapter 8: If I told you how I really feel would you let me in? Would you tell me all your secrets? Tell me where you've been?

Chapter 9: Shrinking walls of freedom's fantasies.

Chapter 10: Fear for naught for I'm here and I'm made of your love.

Chapter 11: The night will hold us close, and the stars will guide us home. (Smut)

Chapter 12: I think it's funny, but it seems to heal me. (More smut)

Chapter 13: Did you ever think ascension could turn you into something frightening?

Chapter 14: Now that we've come this far I bet their eyes are watching us move.

Chapter 15: For you, for you, I would bring down the heavens on this earth.

Chapter 16: Save tonight, and fight the break of dawn. (Smut. Again)

Chapter 17: Made me feel so stupid when I burned your trust tonight.

Chapter 18: Oh, how I love you.

Chapter 19: Will you love me for who I am, not who I was?

Chapter 20: They call her Mississippi, but she don't flow to me.

Chapter 21: I've just got to get a message to you.

Chapter 22: So good at being in trouble, so bad at being in love.

Chapter 23: Give peace a chance. Let the fear you have fall away.

Chapter 24: I'm on my way to being so complete.

Chapter 25: Tonight, you're all mine. (Smut)

Chapter 26: My love for you insatiable. (Rehashed smut, but from Gale's pov)

Chapter 27: But if it's forever, it's even better.

Epilogue: Dreams are nothing on my reality high.

This little project of mine is still ongoing, but I should be wrapping it up at Chapter 20. NEVER MIND, THAT AIN'T HAPPENING. I hope you enjoy reading about Bal and Gale's love story because I've enjoyed writing it.💙💙💙 Holy shit, it's finished! :D Behold the one-shot section! It's self-explanatory.

Here Be Rewards To Gain: Karlach and Bal make a bet, and Gale learns something new.

Eyes On Me, My Love: For Kinktober 2024 (Gale/Bal/Simulacrum threesome smut)

Research and Rutting: A Distressing, Yet Delightful, Draconic Dilemma: Late Kinktober 2024 entry. Childfree breeding kink with Bal/Gale.

[amywritesthings]

SEEING YOU, SEEING ME (7/7)

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader

Word Count: 600

Summary: Five Weeks Later - The Epilogue of Our Story

Warnings: None; this is just a finale piece.

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Previous Chapter | Masterlist

EPILOGUE

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FIVE WEEKS LATER

The dilapidated building that houses Tess and Joel is on your route to the Boston Quarantine Zone occupation office.

It's a thought that never occurred until the moment you stepped foot out of their small studio apartment to greet broad daylight for the first time in days. It's an unassuming space in a row of nothingness, but now?

You thought its significant would mean nothing by now.

You still look every time you pass.

Jobs are just as they’ve always been: messy. Unpleasant. Tiring. From street sweeps to sewage to trash collection, you keep your hands busy when you mind should not. Your arms ache from hard labor.

By the time sunset arrives, you’re too exhausted to dream. 

It’s better this way.

Joel Miller doesn’t speak to you; can’t, when he’s nowhere to be found. He signs up for the hardened jobs in the early morning and twilight hours, away from the noise and the crowds. At least, that's what you assuming. He could be running out-of-bounds errands for Tess or trading jobs with that brother of his. 

Tess doesn’t bring him up when you pass her in the food kitchen lines. Small pleasantries and jabbing jokes, just like before. 

The week spent at their place is virtually a forgotten memory.

(Is it better to be seen once and never again, then not at all?)

On your way to your next sweep shift, Jeanine absently greets you at the touch point, Fedra-issued broom in hand. Yours is the last in the trash can in which they're housed.

She trades you for your proof of labor papers (I was here) and stamps a blank entry to get started. You greet her with just as bland of a reply and take the mangled thing, already feeling the ache in your bones when your hand closes around the handle.

For six grueling hours, you mind your business cleaning up the streets and sidewalks of the third quadrant — sweeping dirtied paths, collecting debris near alleyways, tossing tattered and forgotten Firefly flyers into trash bags.

In a minute, you’ll be free from another day of hardship and free to sit in your apartment alone.

Then you feel something brush against the small of your back.

Immediately you rip your gaze from the ground to connect with a familiar sight: salt and pepper hair, scruffy beard, a worn olive flannel rolled up to his elbows; Joel Miller’s dark eyes stare down at you with an indiscernible question.

Your lips part to say hello, but the words die on your tongue.

All you can do is stare back.

He says nothing, but his hand lingers on your shirt. Waiting.

Joel's drops his arm to his side and pointedly turns his chin towards the nearby alleyway. Like a magnet, your eyes follow.

Then he takes to a slow stroll, leaving you to cross the street and into the threshold where wandering eyes cannot see him.

But you can.

You don’t expect him to stop abruptly at a door, pulling the rusted thing wide open. 

He turns to sweep his hand towards it, gesturing an unspoken invitation.

Your stomach flutters with a feeling you abandoned in a bed that didn’t belong to you.

It's reckless, but you'll take reckless if that's what he's willing to give.

Gently you situate the broom's handle against the adjacent brick wall and cross the street, too.

It only takes two steps to make it to the curb.

Twelve to meet him at the door.

You are the first to enter.

Joel Miller is the last to leave.

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Author's Note: That's a wrap! I can't believe this is finished, and I couldn't be more proud of the story. Of course, this does not have to be the end, not really! My one shot "reckless." continues these two in the future, and I am happy to hear your thoughts and potentially take story requests in my inbox.

For now, I bid you adieu for the airport. Thank you for the early birthday wishes.

[bi-panic-actually]

Wrote a surprise, completed fic and dropped it today!

In this aged-up AU, Charlie never told Nick that he'd been in love with him for a decade, until it blew up in their faces during a fight. After thirteen months of not speaking, Tori calls Nick to tell him Charlie needs him, and Nick drops everything to care for an injured Charlie.

Charlie broke his ankle and can't put any weight on it for five more weeks, which means needing help. Something he would rather die than ask for. Then, as if he's dreaming, Nick shows up when he's falling apart and vows to take care of him. It doesn't matter that they haven't spoken in over a year, all that matters is that Nick is there and holding him close.

But the feelings that nearly destroyed them are boiling under the surface. They need to figure out how to navigate the new them--even if that means reopening healed wounds. (This has a very happy ending don't worry!)

Big thanks to @songbird3724 @h3artst0pp3rs @plan3toi for being my life support during this one 🩷

[voyagerwisp]

Pokemon, Jessie/James, rated T, 45k words

🔷that one canon divergent AU where James doesn't join Team Rocket while Jessie does

🌹contains: rocketshipping

💙 moderate length multichapter fanfic, 100% complete!

[deityoftherain]

redhot anger - Snowbugs Wild Life Session Three Fanfic

there are wild life session three spoilers because it takes place then

Rating: Gen

Relationship: M/M

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Status: Completed Oneshot

Word Count: 2,028

Summary: It's Wild Life Session Three, and Tango is (rightfully) frustrated, stressed, annoyed, and angry- everything was going wrong and he could only contain himself, his emotions, his /fire/, for so long before everything boiled over... luckily, Scott is there to help (takes place around the time Tango is GRAJFHDSJKHFSDJ-ing as his base burns)

Full fanfic underneath the cut! Please reblog, leave kudos on the AO3 fic slash notes/likes here on Tumblr, comment either place, and etc if you enjoy the story :D

Tango saw red.

He did! Promise!

And Tango didn’t mean that he saw red in the metaphorical way, like people often claim to when they are very angry, though, well– he supposed that interpretation wasn’t necessarily wrong either, but still! He was furious and stressed, and he was having to pierce his tongue with his fanged teeth to bite back the long string of swears threatening to escape his lips. 

Ugh, why did Grian insist that they attempt to stay PG while playing a death game?

He knew the answer, but that didn’t mean he cared for it, but Tango tried his best to not argue and abide by them anyway. It was a small price to pay to be included.

Tango was a blazeborn, and because of his heritage, his vision literally became tinted with red the more extreme his emotions became. Doc theorized that it was something related to how red his eyes were, but seeing how very few blazeborns even attempted to live a full life away from the nether and their birth Pyre, there was little information on them in the overworld, and the goat-creeper hybrid hadn’t gotten around to attempting in-depth research on blazeborn anatomy or culture before getting to know Tango.

Anger simmered violently in his stomach, threatening to boil over as he tried (and failed) to manage his stress and frustration. Everything seemed to be going wrong for him, and it was all piling up, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could tolerate it all! His hair grew in both size and temperature as he stalked away from his murder snail and complained about the actions of others. Even while actively moving and talking, it was difficult to think clearly, difficult to focus!

The extra energy and adrenaline that pumped through his veins were the result of territorial instincts every blaze had ingrained in their code, aiding them as they protected whatever they thought of as theirs. If Tango lived his life like most other blazeborns have the last who-knows-how-long, then perhaps he could have cultivated his fury to be a mighty asset to his Pyre, likely tasked to guard a nether fortress from invaders, but that life wasn’t for him. Tango knew that for a fact, and even if he wasn’t as sure, he doubted his old Pyre would welcome him back with open arms after functionally deserting them. 

Even if they would accept his return, Tango didn’t plan to crawl back to his old Pyre and prove them right, that he would regret leaving his home. There were times where he grew uncomfortably needy, desperate for a Pyre’s connection, but he’s learned to soothe himself by seeking out his friends. They were his Pyre now, even if he hadn’t expressed such a concept to them yet. They didn’t need to know the exact reason why he was suddenly clinging to anyone who would let him after emerging from working on redstone the past two weeks.

If the involuntary response had any uses for the life he led now, he didn’t know them. All Tango could see were downsides, his genetic coding maladapted to the world he was currently living in. Whenever his emotions got the best of him, he attempted to control himself, he really did, but it wasn’t like the fragility of the overworld could handle any margin of error like the nether could. Tango struggled often to tame the fire and bloodlust within him when every fiber of his being itched– screamed– to destroy, destroy, destroy!

Such an instinct may have been a strength to his ancestors, but it wasn’t to Tango, and he learned to despise this part of himself over the years. The willpower he had to gather in order to hold himself back– to prevent himself from becoming as hot as a dying star– was astronomical, and maintaining it was sickening. 

When Tango’s vision went red, he would make senseless choices and take irrational risks, but there wasn’t much he could do. It wasn’t like he had a say in the coding of his genetics! It wasn’t his fault that he was hardwired for a much warmer climate, one where he could let off steam when it got this bad without causing irreparable damage! It wasn’t–

Do it, a voice in the back of his mind tempted. Burn bright and fierce. Show them how dangerous you really are. Make them fear you, Tango! Don’t let them view you as weak.

Tango shook his head as if to physically dismiss the thought, trying to bring himself back into the moment. If his friends were speaking to him, he wasn’t registering a thing they said. He knew that he needed to calm down, but the quickest way was to burn off steam, but it was too risky, it was too much! Too much, too much, too much–

He could accidentally hurt someone, which may have been fine if he was permitted to kill, but he wasn’t a red name yet, and he couldn’t break the rules like that without consequences, and he didn’t want the others to hate him or kick him out of the game... Tango didn’t want to lose his friends, his Pyre! He had worked too hard to get to where he was just to let it all slip through his fingers like grains of sand!

Smoke and fumes billowed off of him, unable to prevent their existence any longer. The rational part of his mind ordered him to jump into the water, to extinguish himself before this whole section of the map looked more like a meteor landing site than a base, but his body refused to obey. His body seemed to move without him consciously aware of what he was doing, and he could hear himself talking, but he couldn’t make out what he or his friends were saying. Focus, Tek! Focus!

Tango had to stay calm– try to stay calm– the normal way, even as his body was trembling with the effort. Even as he jumped around the base he hadn’t even managed to finish before someone (cough, Scar) took a flint and steel to it, attempting to outrun Tangastrapod, his snailificatior of death! Even as various snarls, growls, and irritated cries spilled out of him…

Everything was just building, building, building, and he braced for his will and spirit to finally Snap! under the pressure, and, and– it never came. 

Instead, something pleasantly cold took Tango’s hand in their hold. The contrasting sensation seemed to snap Tango out of whatever funk he had entered, the red that flooded his senses clearing up as his consciousness was fully returned to his body. Tango blinked rapidly, encouraging his eyes to focus on the owner of the cold.

“It’s okay, Tango, just breathe,” Scott instructed serenely, tone even and touch soothing. “Big breath in, deep breath out, just like that. Good job, firefly, you’re doing great. Just like that, keep going, keep focusing on breathing and the sound of my voice.”

Tango did his best to match Scott’s exaggerated breathing, though he couldn't bring himself to maintain eye contact. As the blinding irritation eased, shame and self-consciousness took its place. Tango’s gaze fell to his right palm, the hand Scott was cradling gingerly.

Using his ice abilities, Scott traced designs made of ice on his up and down Tango’s arm. Because of Tango’s abnormally high body temperature, the ice designs didn’t last long, melting and then promptly turning into steam, but Scott didn’t complain. Instead, Scott simply acted as if the evaporated ice just gave him more of a canvas, replacing the designs as soon as the previous ones dissipated.

As Tango surrendered to the tranquil and pacifying nature of his boyfriend’s chilly touch, his emotions settled and his body temperature lowered enough for the flame on his head to shrink. Tango’s code prevented his fire from charring anyone or anything under a certain degree, which is part of what made his raging emotions so hazardous to those around him. 

The ice designs Scott created began to last longer, Scott’s magic able to hold itself together against Tango’s typical range of heat. This meant that Scott’s canvas wasn’t renewing itself as fast, but that didn’t deter him. Instead, Scott expanded his canvas, trailing the artistry from Tango’s arm over his shoulder to spread the ice to his chest and then down his other arm. 

Tango may have described it like a warm hug, but, well, it was quite the opposite, and it was fantabular, just so everyone was aware of that fact. He cracked a weak smile at the silliness of his mind, but it dropped after only a heartbeat of time as embarrassment took over as his primary emotion.

He slumped forward into his boyfriend, resting his forehead against Scott’s shoulder and sighing heavily. Scott wrapped his arms around him, pulling him closer to his chest. His boyfriend was so pleasantly cold that Tango wanted nothing more than to curl up in a comfortable bed and allow Scott to small spoon him, but that wasn’t an option right now… It wouldn’t be until the games were over. They were a part of different factions, and the session was still running, meaning they couldn’t stay still much longer or those stupid jerks would catch up, even though they seemed to have moved a decent bit away from their snails.

“Thank you,” Tango murmured, breaking the quiet peace sooner than he wanted, but he had already taken enough of Scott’s time. He knew it was important to Scott to play these games fair and by the rules, and the rules instructed against outside-the-game-earned favoritism, and Tango hadn’t done anything to earn Scott’s favor since Wild Life started. With how things have been going for him and his team, Tango was sure he’s done the opposite and he doubted that would change anytime soon.

“Of course, lovebug. It’s the least I could do.” Scott continued to rub gentle circles on Tango’s back as he pressed a chaste kiss against his forehead. Void, Tango loved him. “Feeling any better?”

Tango raised his head so he could look up at his boyfriend, forever grateful that Scott loved him back. Instead of a verbal answer, Tango reached up to cup Scott’s face with both his hands, gently guiding him down a few inches so Tango could kiss him. Scott allowed Tango to take the lead with the kiss, though he pulled away before it became too deep.

“I would love to stay here and kiss you breathless,” Scott started, sneaking in the flirt with a teasing gleam in his beautiful blue eyes, “but I don’t think our snails will leave us alone for much longer. I don’t know about you, but I would love not to go down a life when I could have prevented it.”

Tango’s tail straightened in alarm, spinning on his heel to look at where Scott had glanced. As expected, Tangastropod and whatever Scott’s snail was named were crawling dangerously close to them. 

Scott interlocked Tango’s fingers with his before breaking into a mild run, pulling Tango behind him. “Come on! If they get too close, they will leap forward!”

Tango squeaked in surprise as he stumbled after his boyfriend, struggling to gain his footing at first, but he refused to let go of Scott’s hold, not yet. An amused laugh escaped Tango’s lips as he and his boyfriend ran away from their snails of death together, the humor not lost on him now that he was feeling better, and Scott joined in on his laughter, which was always music to Tango’s ears. 

Scott hadn’t magically taken away his all-consuming emotions, of course… and Tango was sure he would become victim to them again, that much was to be assumed, but, well… Scott had been there for Tango when he had needed him, when he had needed an anchor to ground him to reality and help him regain control of himself, and that was more than enough for him. Tango knew it would all be okay, as long as he had his friends, his loved ones, his Pyre by his side.

[rayan12sworld]

🧡💙Truth Will Out (when caught on video) - End_OTW_Racism!

By:KizuKatana

Summary:

A night-hunt goes wrong, and Wei Wuxian is scapegoated for the death of the Jiang Sect Leader and the destroyed core of the Jiang Sect Heir. As punishment, his core is taken and given to Jiang Cheng, and he is stripped of his cultivation credentials and expelled from the sect.

What everyone forgot was that Wei Wuxian was wearing the standard issue body camera that each cultivator wore on training missions and high-risk night-hunts. Struggling to make ends meet, Wei Wuxian finds his way to Caiyi Town with the doctor who performed the surgery, a partial core still secretly in place. His application to work at Cloud Recesses is summarily rejected by the hard-edged Second Jade of Lan after an unfortunate initial encounter.

But things change when someone hacks into the Jiang systems and releases the footage of what happened.

Chapter:20/20

Words:178,961

Status:completed

Core transfer? His blood began to run cold. And then he got to the part that involved Wei Wuxian. The ‘choice’ he had been given between execution and removal of his core, and how—at any time—if he revealed the nature of his core injury, he would be returned to the Jiang for execution. He was on his feet with his hand on Bichen’s hilt before he had even finished reading the clause. Lan Xichen grabbed his arm to prevent him from advancing on Madam Yu or drawing his sword. Wei Wuxian was also on his feet, a hand pressed against Lan Wangji’s chest to hold him back. Some part of Lan Wangji’s brain knew that actually running Madam Yu through in the middle of a Council meeting would not be considered acceptable conduct, but he really, really wanted to. “I invoke the Rite of Requital,” Lan Wangji said through gritted teeth, momentarily cutting through the surprised voices of the Council at his actions before the room erupted into chaos at his words. The commotion nearly drowned out the voice of his brother standing beside him, still holding onto his sword arm. “Wangji!” Lan Xichen’s shocked voice came from beside him, but Lan Wangji kept his gaze locked on Madam Yu, who was looking at him as though he’d lost his mind.

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“Lan Zhan, what are you doing?” Wei Wuxian whispered frantically, his hands fisting into Lan Wangji’s robes even though Lan Wangji was no longer trying to move towards Madam Yu. He had issued his challenge. He would face her at the appropriate time if the Council refused to take action. “She took your core,” Lan Wangji said, the words almost impossible to get past his throat. “She gave you a choice between execution and removing your core.” “His core belongs to the Jiang,” Madam Yu said, though her voice sounded more shaken than arrogantly confident. She appeared to be aware of the likely outcome of a duel between the two of them. “We taught him to cultivate. It was ours to give and ours to take.” Nie Mingjue and Lan Xichen looked horrified at the thought of a sect leader holding (and acting upon) such beliefs. Even Madam Jin looked at her sworn sister with shock at her words. “That is not true,” Wen Qing said, looking over to her uncle, who gave her a brief nod. “While it is true that Wei Wuxian grew and strengthened his core while training with the Jiang, my examination of his core showed that it had been developed much earlier in childhood, prior to the death of his parents. The seed of his core was not yours to take.” “Impossible!” Jin Guangshan said. “Wei Wuxian was only four or five when his parents died. No one forms their core that young.” Wen Qing eyed Jing Guangshan with thinly veiled disdain. “As the person who has studied core development for a living, and Wei Wuxian’s core in particular, I have to respectfully disagree. If the Jin are interested, I will forward the findings from my latest research for their edification when it is published.” Jin Guangshan looked like he was about to argue more, but Wen Ruohn cut him off. “In the matter of the Second Jade’s challenge, such things are irrelevant. But he cannot claim the Rite without grounds, no matter how morally offensive he finds the Jiang Sect’s actions. Lan Wangji, on what grounds are you claiming the Rite?” Wen Ruohan asked calmly. Of everyone in the room, he was the least perturbed by the turn of events. Possibly because he was old enough to remember similar challenges in the past. “Wei Wuxian is not a member of your family or the Lan Sect.” “Wei Ying is my cultivation partner,” Lan Wangji said firmly, tearing his gaze from Madam Yu to look first at Wen Ruohan, then at Wei Ying. Wei Ying was staring at him as though he had never seen him before, but he was not refuting Lan Wangji’s claim, and he did not look angry about it, so Lan Wangji did not back down. “I have grounds.”

It's an amazing fanfic, it's not like I can have all of my favourite moments in tumblr so I took this moment when Lan Wangji says that wei ying is his cultivation partner🫡

[lexplosion]

😭THE FINAL CHAPTER IS HERE 😭

I can’t believe it’s finally complete.

Merlin gets hit with a spell meant for Arthur. The only way to dispel it is by discovering and partaking in all of his kinks.

Arthur insists on being the one to help Merlin. Let the chaos and smut begin~

There’s plot I swear I’m just not good at summaries.

[snufflesw]

Yesterday I uploaded the last chapter of my five-chapter Xiao x Reader called The Yaksha and His Xīn'gān, a story I first created in 2021 but finally finished earlier this year.

Synopsis: After the death of his lover, Xiao reflects back on the various incidents that eventually would lead to him being able to say his final goodbye.

It's filled with angst and adorable moments between Xiao and the Reader that span from when they first met until Xiao eventually can say goodbye.

If you're interested, you can read it on Wattpad, Quotev and Archive of Our Own. I'd definitely appreciate it!

Thank you!