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graciousdragon · 1 year ago

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The time I wrote gay fanfiction for an English project and got an A

I saw a video earlier today that reminded me of something that happened to me a few years ago, and I figured now was as good a time as any to share it. I know this is the fake story website but please trust me when I say that this is an entirely true story. This title is also 100% accurate, surprisingly, so let me elaborate

This happened when I was in 8th grade, which for context was about 4 years ago when I’m writing this. One of the books we were assigned to read in my English class that year was The Call of the Wild by Jack London. For a brief summary if you weren’t forced to read it (or you were and you forgot what it was about, which is understandable), the book is about this Saint Bernard named Buck who lives a cushy life with his wealthy owner until he is kidnapped and sold off to be a sled dog during the gold rush, where he learns to obey the humans and follow his primal instincts, eventually becoming the leader of the sled dog pack and then becoming fully wild. From what I remember, our class was assigned three projects pertaining to the book; one somewhere in the middle of the book where we had to design a poster for the fight between Buck and Spitz, one at the very end that was just your standard essay about the theme of the book or something like that, and one in-between those that I will be talking about here.

The Call of the Wild is a relatively short book at only 7 chapters. Leading up to this project, we read through every chapter except for the last one. Instead of reading the last chapter right away, we were given a project where we all had to individually write our own conclusion to the book without reading the actual last chapter. I was mildly peeved, because I just wanted to finish the book, but I figured it might be fun. If i remember correctly, there weren’t really any restrictions for what we could or couldn’t do, aside from it obviously needing to be a continuation of the book using the same characters. In the document we were given that explained the project there were some suggestions for things we could include in our chapter, one of which was bringing back previous characters who had died. My favorite character in the book was Sol-leks, a husky on Buck’s sled team with only one eye, and he got killed at the end of chapter 5 when his new incompetent owners lead him over frozen water that breaks under them and causes them to drown. I decided to bring back Sol-leks for my chapter.

Now is where that title comes in. I truly wish I could go back to my 8th grade self and figure out what the hell caused me to take this route with my chapter, because on reflection I cannot figure it out. For whatever reason, likely just for shits and giggles, I decided it would be fun to imply romantic feelings between Buck and Sol-leks. That’s right everyone, in 8th grade I wrote a gay romance subplot between two of the dogs in The Call of the Wild for a graded English assignment. It wasn’t a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it thing either, I had an entire paragraph in there dedicated to how the two spent a lot of time together and got to know each other well and had a special bond that I flat-out said was more than friendship. And I submitted it like that. Where I live, its kind of a roulette of guessing whether someone is homophobic or not, so I wasn’t sure if I might get in trouble for my gay dog story, but I knew if any teacher or faculty member tried to give me shit for it then I would 100% be going to bat for my little Buck x Sol-leks fanfic. Fortunately, I never got in any trouble, and my teacher gave me an A. (if i remember correctly it was a 96 or 97% out of 100) I believe the teacher may have also left comments on it when she graded it, but I don’t remember what they were if there were any. Which leads me to the sad part of this story.

I can’t find the original writing.

I don’t have it saved anywhere, and my school email account I wrote it with is long gone now. Even when I still had access to it, for some reason I was unable to find it in my Google Drive. I couldn’t even find the instruction document or the grading rubric. Not having access to this writing piece is truly one of the worst regrets of my life. I would give almost anything to have it back. I’m genuinely sad I don’t have it anymore. Fortunately, I still remember how it went, so I’ll give you all an abridged version of it here.

For context, in the chapter before this, Buck’s new owner John Thornton had made a bet with a man named Matthewson in a bar that Buck could pull a 1,000 pound sled for 100 yards. Buck succeeded and Thornton won the bet, but Matthewson offered a large sum to buy Buck that Thornton refused.

My chapter began with Buck, Thornton, and Thornton’s other dogs traveling through a wooded area when Buck heard a familiar whimpering. Buck followed the sound to find Sol-leks, cold and alone in the forest. My explanation for how he survived was that he was able to get out of the water and got lost in the woods. Thornton took Sol-leks in to nurse him back to health like he had with Buck, noticing that Sol-leks was one of the other dogs on Buck’s team when Thornton first found him. Over this time when Sol-leks was recovering he and Buck became very close, which is where that previously mentioned paragraph insinuating that they were falling in love comes in. When Sol-leks was healthy again, he joined Thornton’s sled dog team and they continued traveling. However, one night while they were camped outside, Matthewson tracked them down and, still bitter about losing the bet and not being able to buy Buck, planned to steal Buck instead. Buck was captured by Matthewson, but before he could get away, Sol-leks realized he was there trying to steal Buck and attacked him. Buck got free and watched for a moment, thankful that Sol-leks cared so much for him that he would put himself in harm’s way to save him, before Buck joined in on the fight. I don’t remember if they killed Matthewson or just drove him away, but they were able to continue their journey together.

And that’s how it ended. For the most part this story really only exists in my memories, but there are fortunately two things to prove this thing was real and not just a weird fever dream I had that got confused with reality. First is the memories from my friends who also went to middle school with me and remember doing the project themselves. The other one is this page in my sketchbook from 8th grade, in which I drew my own designs of Buck and Sol-leks. The drawing on the bottom was directly based on a scene in my story.

(For some reason its not letting me put the picture in this post, I’m going to post this as-is and reblog it with the picture)

Will I ever revisit this idea again? Maybe. If I have the time someday and the urge strikes me I won’t rule out the potential of me doing something with it. Do I think Buck x Sol-leks is a good ship? I don’t know. I haven’t read the original book in years, so maybe if I went back and read it with fresh eyes I would think differently. Sorry if there are any die-hard The Call of the Wild fans out there who were just scarred by my potentially horrid misinterpretations of these characters.

Also, the song I associated with the ship was The Sharpest Lives by My Chemical Romance.

#rys.txt #the call of the wild #jack london #english assignment #assigned reading #buck x sol-leks #i guess i'll tag the ship too why not #story #story time #true story #shipping #fanfiction #sorry if these tags suck i have no idea what i am doing

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oven-thermometer · 1 year ago

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Camp Ningyo Chapter 5

a/n: omg heyyyyy guys apologies my life fell apart after uploading my last chapter but i wanted to start writing my shitty gay fanfic again sooooo. This chapter is rlly short just to get me into the swing of things again but I swear ill try my best to write some more soon :)

warnings: none

w/c: 1.1k

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Right after the strange human boy ran off, he was amused. After one day he was annoyed. After three, he was concerned. Overthinking fueled his anxiety as every possible horrible outcome flooded his mind. Had he told someone? Although the siren was confident he wouldn’t do something like that. Was he maybe in trouble? But surely he had weighed the risks of sneaking off every day and would’ve come to see him. Did he scare him off? That last question gave him pause. With all his might he couldn’t come up with a reason why it wouldn’t be true. He didn’t know the first thing about what humans considered frightening, and he didn’t pretend to. All he knew was how to trap their idiotic little minds in cages of songs and madness.

But after seeing the human boy’s face again as the siren sat silently on that plush surface, all of those odd worries melted away. He couldn’t explain it, but this boy brought the most perplexing sense of calm over him – one that made his guard fall even after years of careful cultivation of anxiety and dread.

Kirishima’s throat felt dry. His eye’s widened in disbelief. Thoughts rushed in his head a million miles a minute but none of them ever made their way to the surface. He could only stand, frozen. No explanation for why the siren he had befriended was sitting on his bed with way too many legs and way too few scales.

Ashido, with perfect timing as always, stretched her arms and smiled, “He’s really cute, I’m surprised you didn’t tell us about him earlier.”

The afore mentioned boy remained silent, although his eyebrow twitched upwards in annoyance at this pink haired girl’s comment. Were these really his friends? He sighed and crossed his arms, only then meeting the redhead’s eyes. A crimson blush took over Kirishima’s face. He swallowed, and quietly asked the others for a moment alone with the new visitor.

“So, are you gonna say anything to me? Why are you here?” Kirishima sat on the bed next to him. The scratchy surface of Kirishima’s blanket made the siren shift uncomfortably, but he remained silent. Another sigh heaved it’s way out of Kirishima, “Can you even speak?”

The words left his mouth before he could stop them – he immediately wanted to rip them from the air because of their harshness. He never expected the boy to talk, but he did feel he deserved some answers. He spoke again quickly, “Sorry, I-“

“Hurts..to speak…” a tiny voice seemed to crawl on it’s knees out of the other boys mouth. It was scratchy and deep, but it was there.

Kirishima only nodded after a few moments – not in understanding, because how could he, but in silent pity. His mind was still struggling to wrap around all of this. How was he even going to broach the subject? Why was the siren sitting here exactly, looking all too human?

“Thought something…happened…”, Kirishima jumped slightly at his words – did he say all that out loud? He swallowed the lump sitting stubbornly in his throat.

“You thought something happened to me? Why?” The boy shifted again. Why was the feeling of this damn blanket so annoying to him? “You…ran off. Didn’t come…back.. got worried.” he coughed slightly, obviously still straining to continue speaking.

Kirishima hung his head in mock shame. He knew he’d have to face this eventually, but he thought it would be on his own terms at least. He chuckled softly to himself at that. He really was pathetic. When he raised his head to look at the boy next to him, he found the perfect vermillion eyes staring back at him. He swallowed again.

“I’m gonna be honest with you. I don’t really know why I ran off myself. I’m, sorry.”, the words stung the inside of his mouth. He hated lying. He knew exactly why he ran away. He was a coward for not telling him, and he curled in on himsel-

“Did I scare…you?”, his voice was so unsure. He could feel the uncertainty titter-totering around behind those words. Uncertainty if he should even be asking that question.

But Kirishima was quick to reassure him, “No no!” he laughed, “Um, no. If anything I know it wasn’t because I was scared of you.”

Those vermillion eyes and sculpted features stared at him with a frown and one brow raised – clearly not believing him.

“I’m serious! If I was scared of you, would I have agreed to be in here with you, alone?”, he smiled. And the boy almost did too – almost. He quickly regained control of his features and finally drew his eyes to the floor again.

A loud bang on the door interrupted the silence that promptly fell. The old wooden door moaned under the strain of the forceful knocks and Kirishima rushed to open it. As soon as he did, Kaminari’s worried face greeted him.

“Dude! You have to get him out of here, Miss Mitsuki is coming!”, Kaminari whisper-shouted. Cold panic slid down Kirishima’s spine. “What? Why!?” Kirishima sub-consciously closed the door a little – attempting to hide the teenager still sitting on the bed behind him. “I don’t know dude, she just said she wanted to talk to you in the bunk room! We managed to stall her telling her you were getting dressed but she’ll be back any second!”

The hushed panic piqued the siren’s interest. He stood from the bed silently, his legs wobbling. He leaned his head over Kirishima’s shoulder to hear better but as soon as the redhead noticed, he spoke quickly to the boy on the other side of the door and shut it just as quickly. Annoyance pricked the back of the siren’s neck. What were they hiding? He didn’t like this anymore.

Kirishima turned to face him, using his hands to push him over to the nearby window. It looked out over the surrounding forest and was covered only by a tired, white curtain. Kirishima’s eyes went wide as the siren stopped him and adorned a look that could kill – and probably has.

Kirishima held onto the boy’s shoulders and stared into his eyes. He spoke quietly, “Listen, if you don’t climb out of this window and leave right now someone is going to see you. We won’t be able to lie that you’re in our class or that you’re from around here. She knows everyone so she wouldn’t believe us.”

The blond boy swallowed a lump in his own throat. His frown deepened.

“I will come find you again, I promise…But you need to go.” Kirishima’s words seeped with concern laced with rushed panic.

The siren tsked, anger rising from him like hot air as he clumsily clambered out of the window. He mumbled to himself, curses strung along as he made his way through the dense forest. He didn’t turn around to see Kirishima’s relieved sigh, or how he looked after him to make sure he was safe. Dammit.

#my hero academia #mha #bnha #krbk #krbk fanfic #kiribaku #kiribaku fanfiction #bakusquad #eijirou kirishima #katsuki bakugo #katsuki x eijirou #kirishima x bakugo #bakugo x kirishima #camp ningyo

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ironstrange1991 · 2 years ago

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The Point Of No Return (Part 5)

A fanfic slightly inspired by the play The Phantom of the Opera

+18 Smut (just a bit this time) / Angst (a lot)

Pairing: Sinister!Strange x Fem!Reader / Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: In the last but one chapter of this series the reader confronts the consequences of her actions driven by blind love and the true face of Sinister Strange is revealed.

Word Count: 4,600k

Warnings: Dark themes! Psychological manipulation, Mentions of injuries and blood, Deception, Stockholm syndrome(?), Sexual content (P in V)

A/N: I had a hard time writing this chapter and I had to convince myself many times not to change the course already laid out for the story, but anyone who knows the original inspiration for this fic knows where this is all going to end up. Hope you like it ;)

No more talk of darkness,

Forget these wide-eyed fears;

I'm here, nothing can harm you,

My words will warm and calm you.

Let me be your freedom,

Let daylight dry your tears;

I'm here, with you, beside you,

To guard you and to guide you.

You walked through the purple magic portal and looked back just in time to see it closing and a second later you were alone in your apartment. You felt confused and a little dizzy, but you were awake and fully aware of everything that had happened.

You took a shower and opted to wear comfortable clothes, and although you knew you needed to contact the police to retrieve your car and documents, in addition to calling work to explain what happened, you had no idea how to do it. How would you explain the fact that you were gone for two days? Not wanting to think about it too much, you decided to spend the day at home, ate a frozen lasagna and threw yourself on the couch leaving the TV on, imitating false company.

Your mind was far, far away. Your now rested body seemed to respond to the thoughts that invaded your mind, the memory of the way Stephen had touched you that night, the way he looked at you, his words, his softness.

You pressed one thigh against the other feeling the heat and wetness between your legs rise. You stared at your left hand hoping that at any moment you could see the purple magic ring that was there, but it didn't. You could only feel it, a bond that bound you to Stephen even though you were in different universes.

You were too far in your own mind to hear the doorbell the first time it rang. The second time you got up lazily and walked to the door opening it and then you were completely paralyzed.

Stephen was surprised to see you safe and sound. He didn't know why exactly he'd tried to look for you there since the police had already said you weren't home, but now he was glad he did. He felt an inexplicable feeling as he looked at you, the memories of the dream he had in the morning making him uncomfortably guilty.

“Hi, I don't know if you know me, I'm...”

“Doctor Stephen Strange” You managed to find your voice, but your heart was beating so fast in your chest that you could hear it pounding in your ears.

“Can I…?” He asked. He wore dark jeans and a gray shirt with a sweater over it. He looked like a completely normal person.

You opened the door wider for him to pass and closed it behind you.

Stephen looked around at your small apartment and he couldn't explain it, but he could feel the same feeling there, the same residue of dark magic that he had felt at the crime scene the day before.

You could never have imagined that someday Doctor Stephen Strange would be in your apartment, but there he was and every feeling you had for him was raging inside your chest with a new feeling that said you shouldn't go near him, that just by talking to him or even by being at the same place as him you were cheating on your Stephen.

“I don't know if you remember, but we saw each other at the record store a few weeks ago.”

He smiles at you, not a smirk, but a wide, beautiful smile.

You nodded “You bought U2's Achtung Baby. It's their best album.”

He looked surprised and amused “Right? Until the end of the world, One, Acrobat…”

You smiled sitting down and asked him to sit down “I'm surprised they still sell CDs these days.”

“Some people have a hard time letting go of the past. Old people I mean, me included.”

You smiled and lowered your head facing your hands, you felt your body acting strangely, that fire again starting to consume you. Whatever magic Stephen had used on you didn't seem to differentiate between the two of them.

Stephen could feel it too, although he didn't know exactly what he was feeling and took it as a result of the lewd and inopportune dream he had with you, he could feel a force pulling him towards you, his body responding to you in all inappropriate ways. He cleared his throat.

“Why are you here?” You asked before he could speak. Your voice seemed to purr at him. You were even more beautiful than he remembered.

“Your car was found abandoned two blocks from your therapist's office, all your belongings were on the floor, there was blood inside the car and two men dead. The chief of police asked for my help when he saw the situation of the bodies. The deaths were not... natural so to speak. As you know, I work...”

“Yes, I know” You interrupted him. “I know who you are and what you do. You and your Avengers friends.”

He shook his head “They're not my friends, I just happen to work with them sometimes.” He clasped his hands in front of his body, you could feel them trembling and involuntarily bit your lower lip remembering what those fingers were able to do to you. You stood up feeling an uncomfortable heat.

“I'm trying to understand what happened. You disappeared on Friday night. The police were here yesterday and they couldn't find you. I imagine you know who or what did that. I need you to tell me.”

You ran your hand over your head touching where the wound was before “I don't remember” You lied.

He narrowed his eyes and you knew he knew you were lying.

“Whatever happened, you can tell me. I don't work for the police, they don't need to know everything. As far as I know the two dead guys weren't exactly good people.”

You nodded, your body shaking, the memory of those men coming back to your mind, their voices, the touch of their hands. “They followed me and attacked me, one of them pushed me I hit my head on the bumper, they threw me in the back seat of my car and that's all I remember.”

Stephen nodded “Can you remember anything that looked... how can I say, unnatural?

You denied staying silent and he shook his head, clearly intrigued and doubting everything you said.

He sighed visibly frustrated, but he smiled politely “May I use your bathroom?”

You nodded in surprise “Of course, it's upstairs on the left.” He smiled at you.

You felt confused, your body worked against you, your legs were weak, your face was hot and you couldn't think. You knew you shouldn't talk about the other Stephen to this Stephen, but you didn't know exactly why. Anyway, all that rationality seemed so unimportant when all you really wanted at that moment was to be fucked by whatever Stephen Strange it was.

Stephen used the moment alone and moved his fingers opening the Eye of Agamotto. He could feel dark magic all over the place, but now he could see it. Like ramifications of a black and dark purple energy. It was all over the place, but mostly in your bedroom. There the energy was very strong and he could see exactly where it was coming from. Your bed.

Whoever or what did that to the two men was after you and Stephen needed to find out why.

He walked down the stairs, surprising himself with the way that magic was entangled into your body. He needed you to speak, but for that he needed to use another approach, this time less subtle.

You were startled when he approached you looking at you with a serious expression as if he saw beyond what you could see.

“Your apartment is filled with dark magic, the same magic I found in the alley where the two individuals were killed. Now I don't know if you're telling the truth or not, but I strongly advise you not to hide anything from me because whatever did that is after you and won't stop until it gets what it wants.”

You swallowed your saliva but didn't respond.

“I can help you” He softened the tone of his voice and looked directly into your eyes

“Whatever this is, I can keep you safe, but I need you to tell me everything you know.”

He touched your hand sending a streak of electricity through your body, you wondered if he could feel it too.

“I...” You couldn't formulate the words, you felt intoxicated by his presence “I don't know what's going on.”

You approached him, your body seemed to have a mind of its own, your hand touched his face. He held his breath, surprised, but didn't pull away.

“Can you feel this too?”

Stephen doubted that what he was feeling was just a result of the dream he had about you, in fact he was starting to wonder if the dream was caused by some kind of spell.

“Tell me what's going on. I can help you.” He asked.

You took his hand and placed it against your chest, he could feel your heart pounding “No you cant”

You threw yourself into his arms and kissed him, your hands moving down his chest.

Stephen returned the kiss, sticking his tongue in your mouth and he could feel his cock extremely hard and all he wanted was to put you on all fours and fuck you like he's never fucked any woman, but his instincts screamed that something was wrong with you and summoning all the willpower he didn't even know he had he grabbed your wrists and pushed you away.

“Stop it!”

You widened your eyes as if you had woken up from some spell and walked away in embarrassment.

“Oh my god, I'm sorry.”

He ran a hand through his hair nervously and only then noticed the thin line of purple magic around your ring finger. He could swear it wasn’t there before.

He grabbed your hand pulling it closer and moved his other hand, golden magic pouring out of his fingers, but just as his magic was about to touch your hand, a beam of purple magic hit him back and he took a step back.

He widened his eyes at you “I've never seen anything like this before.”

You did not answer.

He shook his head “I need to seek answers, ask other sorcerers, I can help you.“

He held your hand. “Come with me to Kamar Taj, you’ll be safe there.”

You sighed pulling your hand “You don't understand, I can't run away from him. I do not want to.”

Stephen raised an eyebrow “Who is he? What is he?”

You closed your eyes trying to hold back the tears.

“[Y/N] If you don't tell me who he is, how can I be able to protect you.”

You shook your head, the memory of the night with Stephen still fresh in your mind, his eyes filled with tears as he told you he loved you. You didn't doubt his love no matter how sick it was. So much love, so much desire, so much lust between the two of you, so many secrets.

“You can't protect me because I don't need your protection. He would never hurt me.”

You almost whispered.

“[Y/N]...”

“Don't speak my name as if you know me. You do not know me. He does. I am not in danger and I don’t need to be saved.”

He stared at you confused “Whatever you did, it's not too late, we can fix it, I can fix it.”

“I've made my decision” You stared at the tread of purple magic on your finger.

Stephen took a step towards you, but you took a step back “Please, leave.”

He shook his head. “No matter what you say, I'm not going to stop until I find out what's going on and I'm going to get to him one way or another, whoever he is and whether you like it or not.”

“Leave” You didn't look back at him.

You heard the door slam and knew he was gone.

Your heart was pounding in your chest and tears streamed down your face.

...

The masters of Kamar Taj didn't stand a chance against so much hatred, so much fury unleashed with such cruelty. All shields were down, all magic was overcome, there was no defense against the dark powers of the Darkhold.

When Stephen arrived it was already too late. Bells rang indicating the attack, smoke rising from the rubble of the destroyed courtyard. Masters dead on the floor.

Stephen ran through the halls looking for answers, but all he found was despair and people looking at him with fear.

Master Hamir was kneeling beside the now lifeless Sorcerer Supreme's body.

Stephen dropped to his knees beside Wong's body, tears streaming down his eyes.

He took Wong's hand in his now trembling hand. Master Hamir stared at him with eyes wide with fear.

“Who did this?” Stephen asked but his voice was little more than a whisper.

It was Sara who answered, the master slowly walked towards him seeming to fear him as if he were a monster.

“You Doctor Strange. It was you.”

He shook his head, not understanding.

“He went through all our barriers and attacked us from the inside out. We didn't stand a chance.”

Stephen still had Wong's hand firmly in his “How is this possible?”

The master shook her head “The Sorcerer Supreme warned us about the dangers of the multiverse countless times. It's a door that can be opened from both sides”

Stephen got up “Just tell me at once what happened here.”

“He killed Wong and said it was a warning for you. That you must stay away from her.” She shook her head confused “I don't know who he was talking about”

Stephen closed his eyes trying to control the hate and fury dominating him. Suddenly everything started to make sense. The way you first looked at him in the record store as if you knew him and feared him. The death of the two individuals who tried to hurt you in the alley that night and why you had disappeared, why no one could find you. The dream he had, the evil presence in your apartment that seemed to be watching him as he spoke to you. The attack on Kamar Taj being the last piece on the board, the right blow, a threat and a reprimand for getting involved between you and him. He... another Stephen Strange.

That's what he was in the end, wasn't it? Another version of him? A evil twin from another universe?

That's why his friend was dead. Because he trusted the man who entered the Kamar Taj with the sole intention of shedding blood.

A monster wearing the best and most unfathomable of masks decided to do only harm, to hurt anyone who stood in the way of him and his priceless prize. You.

Stephen took his hands covering his mouth in complete desperation.

“Master Strange... what shall we do? If he comes back... we can't fight him.”

Stephen clenched his fists and gritted his teeth “I'm going to kill him. He will pay for what he did.”

...

He watched you turning in bed lost in a stormy dream, the hate still consuming him. The memory of that cheap version of him putting his hands around your body, his lips on your lips.

How dare he share the triumph that was rightfully his? Insolent and arrogant, that smaller, weaker version of Doctor Strange had just had a taste of his power and what he could do if he ever got in his way again. Now there was only one last lesson left and this one you needed to learn alone.

You woke up with the feeling of his hands running along your side body, you were wearing only a thin nightgown and he moved his hand down to your thigh turning it and baring your ass squeezing it. He placed his index finger on your lips to sign you to be silent and you sat on the bed completely unaware of all the terror that man had caused.

“Stephen I waited for you” You whispered, your heart racing in your chest.

He turned his back on you “I was watching you. I'm always with you even though you can't see me.” He shook his head, his voice a lower tone, tired and raspy “What I saw today broke my heart into pieces.”

His voice broke with the weight of his pain.

You got up and hurried to explain yourself “I’m sorry, Stephen, please forgive me. I asked him to leave, he doesn't know anything. I was true to our secret. I was faithful to you.”

Stephen turned, a fury in his eyes like you've never seen before. He slapped your face with the back of his hand so hard your legs gave out and you fell to the floor. You tasted blood in your mouth.

“Damned lying traitor! I gave you all my love, I promised you my life, I shared my soul with you and how do you repay me? Throwing yourself into the arms of that lesser version of myself like a fucking whore.”

Your eyes filled with tears, your hand on the cheek he hit so hard. Your heart was broken, how could he hurt you when all you offered him was love?

He came towards you and took you by the arm pulling you to your feet shaking you with every word he shouted “I've done nothing but love and worship you. You made me soft, but no more. You will contemplate the result of your actions, you will see what they have caused, and you will accept the guilt that is yours.”

He released you, the damn book slipping from his waist, red magic filling the darkness of your room, spheres of magic hovering in the air and scenes of death and destruction unfolding before you.

“You left me no other option” He said menacingly “He needed to learn his lesson and now he knows what I can do and what I can still do if he comes between us again.”

You put your hand to your mouth in complete horror. All the enchantment melting away in the midst of cold and cruel truth.

“Why? How could you do that?”

He stared at you with frightening eyes filled with immeasurable hatred.

‘’Oh kitten, you did it. You caused my fury. I'll leave you to think about what you've done and then you will come back to me…” He pointed to himself “your husband. You're mine, I will make sure that you remember that”

He left you alone in the darkened room, tears streaming down your face, an immeasurable pain breaking your chest.

You fell to the ground surrendering to pain and fear, your entire body shaking and the night hours merged into darkness and you were lost in your own thoughts, the tears drying on your face as you contemplated all your fears.

You got up with difficulty, without thinking about what you were doing you just walked out of your apartment and walked the streets, wandering while curious eyes stared at you, but you didn't pay them any attention. Your eyes shed tears, but you didn't pay attention to them either. You were lost, no one could help you, your world had crumbled before your eyes and all you had left was the truth and the truth could set you free or bind you forever.

You stopped in front of the Sanctum's door and before you could knock it opened for you. There was no darkness or destruction inside, just the man you've always been hopelessly in love with.

He looked at you sadly, he looked scared, but there was a fire in his eyes that hadn't been there before.

“I'm not safe and I need your help but I don't believe you can help me. I was there, in his world of eternal night. A world where all light succumbs to darkness, but there was also love, or at least I thought it was love. He promised he loved me and I gave myself to him freely because I love him, because... because I've always loved you.”

Stephen walked up to you and touched your face “What he calls love is nothing but obsession. He claimed you as his, but you are not to blame for the atrocities he has committed. He deceived you, he bewitched you.”

You closed your eyes, your face drooping at the touch of his hand “I'm sorry.”

“You're safe here with me. No one will find you here.”

You were too scared to notice how much your body was shaking and even to notice that your lip was bleeding. Stephen reached out to you and opened a portal to another room in the Sanctum. You kept muttering that everything was your fault and that you should have seen from the start that something was wrong, but he didn't listen to you, he made you sit on the couch and made a move to walk away but you held his arm "Please don't leave me. I know he'll get me if I'm alone, I don't want to be alone."

Stephen sighed worried about you and wiggled his fingers and a first aid kit materialized in his hand. He wiped the blood from your lip and moved his fingers towards your mouth using magic to heal your wound. He took a pill in his hands and materialized a glass of water and handed it to you.

"Here, you'll calm down and get some sleep."

You widened your eyes "No, I don't want to sleep. He will catch me in my dreams, he always come to me in dreams and the things he says, the things he did to me there, the things he made me do. .."

He made the things disappear and looked at you with concern. Stephen knew you were on the verge of a nervous breakdown, too scared to talk about anything and there was so much he needed to ask you, but at that moment he just wanted to calm you down, he wanted to make you feel safe next to him .

"His world is full of malice and darkness..."

He touched your face interrupting what you were saying and you cringed at his touch and it broke his heart to understand that you were afraid of him. He would never hurt you, he would never hit you, he was not a monster.

"No more talk of darkness. You need to rest and I'm here right by your side, no one will hurt you as long as I am with you."

You gave in to a silent cry and he pulled you into his arms letting you cry on his shoulder. You felt scared, but most of all you felt betrayed. Stephen promised he loved you, but how could he love you and treat you like that? And how could you keep loving him when you were so afraid of him?

Stephen touched your hair caressing it and feeling when your crying gradually stopped. There were so many feelings there, he barely knew you and yet he felt like he loved you and you loved him somehow, you had say it and you both couldn't run away from that feeling even if you wanted to.

He touched your chin making you look at him, your eyes red, your lip swollen, the blood boiled in his veins at the thought that that monster had hit you, you looked so fragile in his arms and against all common sense, giving in to desire and to the affection that seemed to come from the whole situation he pulled you to his lips and kissed you.

You sighed in his arms, allowing yourself to lose yourself in his kiss, so sweet and so shy. He wanted you for himself, you just needed to say the word and he would make you his.

"Stephen..."

He sighed waiting for whatever you would ask of him "I love you. I've always loved you and I know it doesn't make sense, you don't even know me, but I know you and I've always loved you from a far. For so long I pictured myself coming here and confessing my love to you It's pathetic and it's ridiculous I know but I can't help it and I'm sorry It's all my fault It was my stupid love for you that brought him to me and everything he did, those terrible things... he insisted that I see it and it's my fault."

He shook his head "Y/N, none of this is your fault and I don't think it's pathetic that you love me, I don't know how or why, I barely know you but I feel like I love you too. Sometimes things just need to happen."

You pulled him to your lips and your life never made more sense than it did at that moment. "Then save me from him. Claim me and promise me he'll never come near me again."

Stephen kissed you passionately and you didn't know what you were doing, but you clung to him as if you needed him to breathe. You swung your legs over his legs and your hands rushed to try to free him from his robes. He sighed, your lips still glued to his. You unbuckled his belt, his hands rushed to lift the fabric of the nightgown you wore. You freed him from inside his pants and lifted yourself up enough to fit him inside you. You both moaned loudly, that fire again taking over you, the tread of purple magic glowing on your finger as you rocked on his cock, his hands firmly on your ass, your hands cupping his face and you kissed him again.

Stephen could feel your body calling out to him, the dark magic working in him, your soul tied to his. You didn't speak, your lips didn’t detach away from him, you moved so violently on top of him fucking him with desperate need. He tugged at the strap of your nightgown baring your breast and taking it in his hand, his lips detaching from yours kissing your shoulder with open mouth kisses, devouring you, claiming you.

You moaned loudly, increasing the rhythm of your movements even more, your hands resting on his chest, swinging in his lap, getting the maximum amount of friction to relieve the pain in your aching core. You tilted your head back surrendering to the enormity of those sensations, he was close and so were you, your bodies trembling, sweaty and bound by dark magic, but also with right and pure love.

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Through the power of the Darkhold, Sinister Strange watched the greatest act of betrayal you could perform. Tears streamed down his face as he watched your body surrender to the other him, the sweet noises you made, your sweet kisses now were given to him. He watched the two of you climax and swear love and a life together, the same life you promised to him.

He gave his love to you, made your dreams come true and now how have you repaid him? You denied him and betrayed him.

How could he have been so blind? That Stephen was destined to love you the moment Sinister Strange cast the spell binding your soul not just to him, but to any variant of him in the multiverse. He lost you the moment he thought he had won you.

He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, sadness giving way to hatred and a thirst for revenge.

"Now it will be war against you both"

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ereri-lost-and-found · 3 years ago

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Hello! Some good Top!Eren fanfics, please? Preferably multi chapter. Thanks :3

Try these~

Shut the World Out by mandrs

(Rated E, 112,165 words, multichapter, complete, TW drug use and suicidal thoughts)

Eren Jaeger's life was perfect. The perfect house, the perfect boyfriend, the perfect friends. It wasn't until he met Ymir Fritz that he realized just how boring perfect could be, when living the dream started to feel something more like a nightmare he couldn't wake up from.

But being around Ymir was like chasing wildfire. She made his blood burn with adrenaline. For the first time in years, Eren could feel something new, something exciting. It was dangerous but so very addicting, the highs and the lows melting together in a confusing new reality. He was alive, and in the dark space between his shadow and his soul, it felt spectacular. But how long will that last before reality comes crashing down around him?

Whiskey Cream, Amaretto And Coffee Liquor by Pikaia (Halucigenia)

(Rated E, 19,848 words, multichapter, complete)

A warm voice greeted the new-comers: “Good evening. Can I take a new order?”

“Would we have hailed you otherwise, shithead?” Levi snapped, throwing the waiter a sidelong glance, but thenceforth, he could only stare in amazement and gape with shock while something began to melt in his chest. In which Levi is a disillusioned omega who catch the mesmerizing eyes of his soulmate for the first time. Steam and sweat inevitably ensue.

Can't Stop Loving You by rae_exe

(Rated E, 21,017 words, multichapter, complete)

With a cat as his only companion, Levi is living his dream life in a wooden cabin on a snowy mountain. He spends his days writing in oversized jumpers and fuzzy socks, but his routine gets disrupted when his cousin organises a Christmas dinner and Eren, a childhood friend he hasn't seen in ten years, offers to pick him up. Unfortunately, a snowstorm hits while Eren is driving up the mountain, leaving Levi stuck with his first crush for days and forcing him to deal with feelings he kept frozen for years, and that will slowly melt by the flame of the fireplace.

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peachtree-dish · 4 years ago

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A Te Che Sei Il Mio Amore Grande

I'm writing fanfics again. Woot!

Inspired by the song of the same name.

Chapter One: Quando Ti Guardo

June 06, 1969

Luca drummed his fingers restlessly along the soft velvet of his armrest, his eyes switched from peering out at the Italian coastal terrain and once again reading the watch that rested against his wrist.

“You’re doing it again.”

His eyes snapped up to watch as Giulia sighed at him from behind the thick leather-bound novel in her hands. As her amused yet exasperated gaze landed on him, he grinned sheepishly.

“Mi dispiace, Giulia. I honestly don’t remember the ride being this long.” He checked his watch again and grimaced. “Has it really only been ten minutes?”

Admitting defeat, the red-headed girl marked her place and set the book aside. “Luca, it’s been nine months, si? But what is the one thing we’ve learned about time from Segnora Rosa?” She quirked a knowing brow at him as Luca slumped forward.

“Time is always constant, lo so.” He mumbled.

“Esattamente, therefore,” She continued as she picked up her book with renewed gusto, “the train will take exactly an hour every single time we travel to and from Porto Rosso.” With her argument settled, Giulia returned to her page and began reading once more. After a moment of stillness, she peered at him subtly from above her page. Luca was looking outside once more, his eyes filled with a mixture of yearning, and his mouth twisted in anxiety. With a kinder expression, she said, “If it’s any consolation, amico mio, I’m sure he’s just as nervous to see you.”

Luca puffed out his cheeks but didn’t reply, instead preferring to peer down at his clasped hands.

“Maybe you could finish the bracelets you’ve been working on, that will help you pass the time better and maybe keep your mind off things, eh?” She nodded to his school jacket pocket which held a mass of multicolored strings that had yet to be organized. Perking up at the thought, Luca agreed and set to work on detangling the threads from one another.

Outside the bright light of the morning sun blazed peacefully across the pristine indigo coastline and followed the two youths on the journey. Some miles away, a small town was anything but peaceful.

“Massimo!” A young man jumped up the paved stairways of Porto Rosso, disturbing the half-dozen pigeons resting there. At their indignant coos and squawks, Alberto quickly glanced back with a slight shout of “sorry!” before continuing on his rampage towards the Marcovaldo residence. Skidding to a stop once he passed the archway, he leaned heavily against the tree that he and Luca had slept in nearly a year ago prior and gasped.

With a large crash, both Massimo and Machiavelli burst through the front door looking frazzled and ready for a fight. The latter was fully puffed up with his claws digging into the cobblestone walkway and his pupils shrunken to small slits. Massimo swiveled his head around looking for whatever danger could have provoked Alberto’s shout, his shoulders hunched and his good arm gripping his harpoon tightly. However, when no danger presented itself, he glared half-heartedly through his eyebrows at the young sea monster who sheepishly grinned.

“Well, where’s the fuoco, eh?”

“Yeah, sorry about that, Massimo, everything’s fine. But!” He pointed animatedly at the large man, “you are aware of what day it is, right? We only have a few hours until-”

“Until Giulia and Luca arrive, si piccolo, lo so. You’ve only been talking about it for a month now.” Shouldering his harpoon and popping his neck, the old fisherman turned to enter the house, an unhappy Machiavelli climbing onto his open shoulder, but not before growling irritably at Alberto.

“Come have breakfast, Alberto, we’ll see what we can do to keep busy while we wait.” The large man patted Alberto’s sun-kissed shoulder before entering the house. Slumping in resignation, the teen followed behind Massimo but not before stretching to give one last searching look at the expansive cliffs that breached the horizon, hopeful to see a plume of smoke.

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When the train finally pulled into the stazione, Luca was already flinging the train door open and running into the waiting arms of his mother who squealed with delight and refused to set him down for several long moments, much to Luca’s embarrassment and secret delight. An equally excited Giulia was soon to follow, and she said a quick hello to the Paguro’s before launching into Massimo’s open arms. While his father patted him on the head and asked the generic questions of wellbeing, Luca tried to glance around his parents. If Massimo was here, then so was-

“I told you I’d be okay.” Luca’s heart thudded painfully in his chest for one moment as Alberto sauntered into view. Prying himself from his mother, the young sea monster swiftly walked to Alberto and embraced him without pause. Luca buried his face into the crook of Alberto’s neck and breathed him in for the first time in nine months.

Whatever nerves and fear Alberto had been holding released him the moment his best friend enveloped him in his arms. Luca had grown slightly taller over the colder months and his skin had lost its sun-kissed pigmentation, but the warmth in his eyes had not faded in the slightest.

“Welcome home, Luca,” Alberto mumbled into his friend's hair, ignoring the wetness gathering at the corner of his eyes, he pulled away with a chuckle. “Are we going to do this every time we say ciao?” Luca smiled wetly and scrubbed weakly at his face.

“I think I could get used to it if it’s with you.” Alberto resolutely decided to ignore the heat that gathered in his cheeks as Luca turned to answer Massimo. Brushing it off as too much time in the sun, he tuned into the conversation just as the gentle fisherman began speaking of their new fishing truck.

“Grazie to Alberto’s ‘knowing fish’, we earned enough for me to invest in an auto,” Massimo stated proudly, clasping a large hand onto Alberto’s shoulder. The teen modestly scratched under his hat and shrugged, turning to Giulia and Luca.

“He’s really only saying that. Massimo did all the hard work; I just stuck my head underwater a few times every day to navigate us. But!” Alberto waved towards the station entrance and began pulling Luca by the hand. “you really have to see the truck I’ve been writing to you about.”

The truck itself was what could hardly be described as new. The front bumper was barely hanging on and rusted completely through on the right side. Green chipped paint covered the doors and Luca noted with a swell of warmth the black hand-painted logo of “Massimo and Alberto Fishing co.” Most people would consider the truck like garbage, but Alberto found the faded paint and broken glass charming, and he said as much to the group. Giulia rubbed suspiciously at the truck’s tailgate, her eyes squinting as she studied it.

“The Americans call it a ‘Hudson pickup’,” Massimo announces proudly, his pronunciation heavily accented.

“I’m still not sold on it being actually safe, but I’ll admit it wasn’t too bad the first time Massimo drove it.” Daniela opined, opening the front door with a loud squeal.

“Yeah, not so much when Alberto decided to try it,” Lorenzo muttered good-naturedly. “My tail still won’t swim straight.”

“You drove the truck?!”

“You crashed the truck?!”

Giulia and Luca exclaimed, she glanced curiously at her papa who raised his hands innocently. Luca began looking at Alberto’s arms and skin, scouring for any injuries, completely ignoring the rest of the conversation.

“He’ll be sixteen this year, mia figlia, he’ll need at least a year of practice. Nessun problema, your time will come soon.”

“Oh, come on,” Alberto kindly pulled Luca’s hands away and hopped on the rear end beaming down at his family, “it wasn’t so bad for the first time. Plus, she just needs some love and she’ll be right as rain. You guys just can’t see her potential.” He patted the chipped paint fondly. “Not to mention this makes delivery way faster.” Massimo chuckled as Lorenzo continued to grumble and Daniela merely rolled her eyes.

“Si, and speaking of quick deliveries, let’s go home and eat lunch, hm?” Massimo lifted Luca and Giulia's luggage into the bed of the truck while the rest of the family, the Paguro and Marcovaldo families together again at last.

As the truck rattled through the colorful fishing port threatening to fall apart, Giulia and Luca rattled story after story to Alberto and Luca’s parents. Alberto tried to ignore the feelings of jealousy at the way his friends appeared to be so in tune. He laughed politely at their inside jokes and did his best to understand half the jargon they spouted, but in reality, he felt more lost than ever before. Stuffing the uncomfortable feelings down as far they’d go, Alberto helped the Paguro’s down first so that Daniela could help with preparing the food alongside Massimo. While Lorenzo had shown an interest in learning the human ways of cooking, he hadn’t quite managed to pull it off as well.

“You set the curtains on fire one time, and they never let you set foot in the kitchen again,” Lorenzo complained to the kids as he followed his wife.

“Except it wasn’t just the curtains,” Alberto whispered loudly to his best friends who giggled unapologetically.

“ONE TIME!” Lorenzo called hotly from inside.

Giulia smirked at her friends, “Some things never change, amicos.” Grabbing her bag, she turned to the house, “Oh, and Luca don’t forget about your gift!” She winked knowingly at a flustered Luca and befuddled Alberto.

Alberto glanced down at Luca who was doing his best impression of a frozen fish.

“Uh, was that supposed to me-”

“I made you something!!” Luca blurted before slapping a hand over his mouth. He glanced nervously at Alberto, who merely stared back stunned. Fishing in his uniform jacket pocket, Luca wordlessly pulled out the two multicolored bracelets from his pocket and held one out to Alberto. Alberto stood frozen his eyes glued to the green and purple threads glistening in the warm afternoon sun, his mouth hung loose in a silent ‘oh’. The threads danced innocently between them, and Luca felt his bravado begin to waver. When he still hadn’t said anything or moved to take the bracelet from Luca’s grasp, the younger boy grew more flustered and started to pull away, his voice shaking. “I- I’m sorry, you probably think this is so stupid.” Luca tried to not panic, desperately willing his mortification away.

Alberto’s hand shot out to pull both the bracelet and Luca’s hand back. “I can’t believe you made this for me.” He whispered, cradling the bracelet tenderly as he studied it in his palms. He traced the twining threads and smiled at how the pattern reminded him of scales. He looked at Luca and put his arm around him to pull him close. “I love it, thank you. No one’s ever given me something so beautiful.”

“R-really?” Luca asked, his expression hopeful.

“Really. Did you make this too?” Alberto squinted at the painted pearl hanging from the end of the strings, creating a clasp to hold it in place.

“Giulia's mom actually helped me design those with her paints.” Luca motioned to the pearl. “She said that gifts help make the distances feel smaller.” He pondered the delicately painted waves of his own pearl. “It’s funny when I was learning so much and seeing so many places, I never realized how far from home I would feel.” His gaze landed on Alberto, only now realizing how close they were. Up close he could see the new freckles that peppered his cheeks and how his face was slimming down. Nine months of hard work had broadened his shoulders and caused his wiry arms to harden with lean muscle. Clearing his throat, he pulled away again.

“Anyways, I guess we better go inside before the food gets cold.” Blushing as red as Massimo’s favorite wine, Luca threw one last smile over his shoulder and ran inside. Alberto grinned in response and slid the bracelet over his wrist fastening it so that it hugged him snugly. An emotion that he couldn’t quite name filled every part of him, spreading from his toes to the tip of his ears. Walking inside to the smells of homemade pasta and loud laughter, Alberto felt that the promise of a wonderful summer had just begun.

#pixar luca #luca 2021 #alberto x luca #luca x alberto #fanfic #mutual pining #they share one brain cell #Giulia has it 99% of the time #just teens trying to figure out life #a te che sei il mio grande amore

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desolateice · 2 years ago

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asked by @youandthemountains on my other account. Figured I’d answer it here since it’s all fic related. For the fanfic writer emoji ask : 🛒⛔🍦🧐🦅🤩 🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc. Food. When I first started writing fan fic I wanted to be able to keep my files separate in an easy way and wanted a clear line between what was my original work and what wasn't. So ever single fanfic I've written has a food related title and that food generally makes an appearance in the fic. There's also sometimes mixed in with the cute fluff and romance is a dash of horror and a big scoopful of angst. A lot of the CK ones are about lonliness and friendship and the bonds we have with people and loss. Lots of loss. Life sucker punched me within the last year which is why I think CK and TKK sunk their claws in and I haven't escaped yet. Also a love for the mundane and rest. Which I'm like 70% sure the friend I'm going to chat with this weekend will yell at me to do. 😅 If we're adding original work to the mix I'd say flowers and cooking and books and magic. A love for plants and just kindness. I just like the idea of how a small act of kindness can have a massive ripple effect. Also as I look back over my writing uh we've got trauma and more loss and trying to figure one's self out. ⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped? (Shoves all my original works under a rug including my thesis) uh no? Yes? A long long time ago I thought about writing an HP fic and just gave up after like a page. But it never got posted. I like chatting about fic ideas I have no plan to write on discord. Because it's a chance to just get that plot bunny out of my head. I have notes for a one offs called Konpeito Cocktail and Spicy California Roll that are continuations but just...E rated that I don't think I'll actually publish because it just feels weird to publish a continuation of something that's relatively sweet and wholesome and just jump fic ratings to something that's not....💀 Also I'm not really sure I'm up for jumping to E. Which is one of the reasons Root Beer Floats and Green Tea is M. (The other reason is that I feel like the people who usually go for E rated fics would not want to wait a couple hundred chapters to get to that E rating) So ones people have seen no. Ones hidden away on my drive and in my files...yes. 🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far? ah...um... great question. California Roll? Frozen fish stick that wants and needs to cuddle for warmth. Dozens of ruined sweaters. Konpeito? Daniel's maybe my favorite curious explorer in that one with lots of love. Root Beer Floats and Green Tea? The wingmen Cobras and their relationships with Johnny. Johnny and Laura. The cobras and Daniel in New York. There was more than one bed but they're still going to share. Johnny and his bonsai. Mr. Miyagi secretly teaching Johnny and taking him in and kind of unofficially officially adopting him. Laura and Lucille being BFF's. The Cobras and Jessica. Johnny suffering through a tea ceremony while Kumiko and Daniel are just very sweet to him but he's so confused. Chozen's massive crush on Johnny. Lavender cookies. Welcome to the family sweaters. Fairygodmother Dutch. Daniel making sure Johnny doesn't burn in the sun. Pride and Prejudice. Every sweet ever made at the Brown's house. Cobras that share your bed even if it upsets whoever else is supposed to be in your bed and learning to just live with it. Found Family that shows up. Bouquets and the meaning behind flowers. Cooking for the people you love. Spending every last cent on the person you've got a crush on. Laura adopting the cobras, and Daniel. Laura and her heart to hearts. Polaroids. I could go on. 🧐 Do you spend much time researching for your stories? So much. Way too much. Because Root Beer Floats and Green tea is set from the first movie onward I've researched Japanese fashion in the 80's, Okinawan fashion trends in the 80's, make up from the 80's, expensive chocolate brands from the 80's, more recipes then anyone should ever research for one story. Movie's from the 80's that were showing at the specific times and dates. Broadway musicals that were shown during that time. What hotels and restaurants and chains existed during that time. Book publishing releases (Made a whoops with Howl's Moving Castle later on, fixed it with the librarian giving him a advanced copy) Music from those specific years. Travel routes, road trip routes. Mapping and maps so I knew how far away the guys were and how long road trips were. Camping and camping rules for specific parks, which places you can camp at. A lot of deep dives into places I haven't been and things in that area and whether they existed back then or not. Food in those places. Festivals, cross-referenced if they existed back then, travel itineraries. Lots of Italian, Mexican, Japanese and Okinawan stuff. For Konpeito I did a lot of planet research and definition and linguistics research. Also what kids books existed back then and mall food research for the 80s and some more fashion. For California Roll I researched some marine stuff and a lot of different lore around the world and then lots of mapping. I really wanted Johnny to swim home but there was no way. There weren't any direct rivers from one end of the continent to the other. Not that I could easily find on the maps I was looking at. 🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants? Mix. I apparently do something called garden pathing. So I usually have an idea of what scenes I want to do and include and then go back and fill in the path between the big lots through the garden. Often I'll leave myself little [brackets like this and say something like add in plot point and whatever notes I have] in that bracket and then move on to whatever is pulling me to write. Then later me has to go back in and fill those out. Normally it's fine but oh boy Root Beer Floats and green tea I had to take out some of my path stepping stones because otherwise you'd never get the end of this fic. 🤩 Who is your favorite character to write? It depends on the scene and the fic. Generally I want to say Johnny. For Konpeito it's Daniel hands down with a second for Ali. I love them lovingly bullying Johnny about being a black belt and not caring about it. Like yes yes very strong we've got bigger things to worry about. For California Roll I loved writing Daniel and Lucille and Judy was a fun addition. Johnny was fun to write there too but he's a frozen fish stick with a broken heart 90% of the time just out there being a menace to sweaters. For Root Beer Floats and Green Tea it's really hard. I love Johnny and Daniel. I love their relationship with Mr. Miyagi and everyone. But I think the Cobras steal the spotlight whenever I least expect it. From the the emoji’s ask here.

#asks #thank you #long post #writing asks

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fireemblems24 · 3 years ago

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VW Chapter 19

Onto Verdant Wind now, in what I suspect will look suspiciously like SS's chapter.

Spoilers for up to Chapter 19 for all routes except SS (ch 18) possibly below.

Pre-Battle

So I'm betting this is the "defeat Hubert" chapter? But the question is, for real this time or no?

Yep, you're fighting the Death Knight and Hubert . . . again . . . Who's left after this, just Edelgard?

LAMO, funny how Claude opens nearly the exact same way Seteth did.

Oh, I get to ask about the citizens this time? Picking that answer 100%. The vibe is so different from CF where invading is an exciting thing. At least for Caspar. Maybe I'm misremembering others.

You know what? That would be an interesting post if I ever had the time for it. To go through the script somewhere and list every time citizens/commoners are mentioned throughout the game and just see if different routes vibe differently.

YIKES - Edelgard's using her citizens as a shield to protect her? That's . . . that's something. I guess she's living up to her claim during that Lonato chapter.

I still hope we find Rhea again though. I'm super curious to hear her story.

Battle

When Claude says - no route enemy, target enemy commanders - I ignore him.

So . . . Byleth wolloped the Death Knight for most of his HP and he only had like 16 left. And I wanted to give him the most lolz death possible, so I had . . . Marianne . . . kill him - with an iron lance. Frozen Lance FTW.

Having Claude attack Hubert for that sweet, sweet unique dialogue.

LAMO he called Hubert a lapdog. Hubert tried to be edgy, and Claude was just having none of it.

But why does Hubert give you a Goddess Icon when he dies? That will never not be funny to me.

Post-Battle

DEDUE. What a way to return to the game after a two week separation than to see my lovely Dedue again.

Except this is VW Dedue and Dimitri is dead, and he's just living for vengeance now, which Dimitri would hate.

Ok, so is there any fanfics out there of a post-Grondor VW or SS Dedue meeting ghost Dimitri or something? I think I want that pain. Those two seeing each other again, Dedue realizing Dimitri's still dead, Dimitri blaming himself for Dedue living for vengeance and nothing else, and then Dimitri fades away again before either get to confess their feelings.

On second thought. I don't want that fic. I want AM back. Or a VW fic where Dimitri survives and reunites with Dedue for real.

Dedue the real MVP, and now he's off on his own. What happens to Dedue after this? Do you ever see him again?

LAMO. Claude wants a new ruling system too. Edelgard really never bothered talking to him, hunh.

No. Claude. No. We do NOT need one powerful ruler leading all of Fodlan. Divide the power, don't centralize it. One all-powerful ruler is a horrible, horrible idea.

I'm totally picking "I should be that ruler." Because it makes no sense whatsoever, because who wants to put a rando mercenary on the throne? Claude's probably the right pick, but I can't resist.

Claude was upset with me lamo.

It better not be Byleth in charge at the end. Oh, God, please don't tell me all the routes don't end with an all-powerful Byleth ruling everything while Edelgard, Dimitri, and Claude just roll over.

Pre-Battle

These chapter pictures are kinda cool looking. They remind me of folk art or what you'd see in an illustrated book on Nordic mythology. I like it.

Oh, no, it's that same lame response from Byleth about not wanting to kill Edelgard. But why though? Byleth doesn't even KNOW Edelgard here?

I hope Claude gets annoyed with me for whining about some girl I talked to like twice who's currently destroying the continent. I hope this trite doesn't show up in AM too. It made sense for SS, but VW?????

That's fair from Claude. Sure, we won't kill if we don't have to, but she has to be willing to work with someone else which doesn't seem like her strong suite.

Time to go kill Edelgard again. I hope I can keep Dedue alive this time too. Last time was easier because my units are better. I could just send Sylvain and Ferdinand anywhere, surrounded by enemies, and they don't care. This group, not so much :(

Battle

Claude just called Edelgard our "bashful little Emperor." She'd be livid.

The plan is to get Felix to kill Edelgard to get vengeance for Dimitri. The problem is that Felix is a dancer and doesn't have a lot of strength. Let's see if he can pull this off.

But first, Edelgard and Claude dialogue.

Lol, Claude promising to finish the job for Claude. I'm liking his more laid back tone more than I did before.

Edelgard really refuses to work with Claude, hunh. He asked her twice now, she even acknowledged that Claude's after the same thing but still refuses to work with him because he got a C in history class I guess.

It's funny hearing Edelgard tell someone they lack self awareness.

No unique dialogue for Felix and Edelgard though :(

So, this is how it went down in my head. Felix kept quiet and standoffish, not bothering to know the Golden Deer better, just staying in the training room day and night, focusing on nothing but the blade. But then he never used it on the battlefield and only danced, never really seeing combat. So when they were storming the castle and seeing Felix advance towards the throne room, they all expected he'd dance. But he walks by Claude, walks by the rest and advances on Edelgard, saying he'll cut through, not even realizing that's what Dimitri used to say. But Claude remembers. And he watches Felix's cold eyes and a single-minded focus on taking Edelgard down. And he does.

Then Felix leaves without saying a word, exchanging one quick, understanding glance with Dedue, who always knew that, despite their very different ways of going about it, that they were the two who loved Dimitri the most.

Ok, I'm finished now. Someone take this keyboard away from me. I haven't gotten to write in two weeks now.

Post Battle

Wait, this is the same cut scene??? Why the fuck is Edelgard calling Byleth her teacher? I don't even know her?

This scene makes no sense here. It was good in SS, but wtf Edelgard, why are you so hung up on Byleth when you don't even know them?? God, I'm not looking forward to seeing this again in AM.

Edelgard really be a simp, hunh.

So how confused was everyone that played VW or AM first and saw Edelgard, who you don't know at all, get all weepy over Byleth for no real reason?

Leonie MVP. Not surprised, girl put in the work.

No, we beat her because of Felix, not because of Byleth. Byleth was on chest duty.

Oh, the letter is here too. This really is the exact same as SS again. Poor Claude. He really deserved better. Dedue and Hubert have bigger roles in VW than Claude does for crying out loud.

If it's the same group as Monica and Tomas, I'm not that worried about them. They weren't exactly . . . threatening.

Rhea, though, she's back!

Oh, at least this is a bit different with him asking about the children of the goddess. He could wait a second and let poor Rhea step outside in the sunlight again first though.

So the guy named Nemesis wasn't a hero after all. I'm shocked. Totally shocked I tell you.

Can I take a wild guess that Rhea, Flayn, and Seteth are "the children of the Goddess?" And the Goddess is Sothis obviously. That's why they wanted Flayn's blood, because it's fancy blood.

Claude's a globalist lol. Hey, at least he acknowledged Duscur - unlike someone . . .

Next Chapter

Shamballa sounds like a place in Fullmetal Alchemist

At least they addressed why they never bombed the monastery.

Still doesn't explain why they haven't dropped one on Dimitri yet though.

Rhea is coming!!! I know I won't get to use her as a unit though :(

This is still the exact same as SS though :(

#fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #verdant wind #claude von reigen #fe16 #fe3h

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courtney-deserved-better · 3 years ago

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whats ur writing schedule/process like! not in a “write faster” way, but i think once you mentioned writing in script form? and i like the way you wrote ur most recent fic! just curious bc ur works are just really good :)

this is a great question!!

if its not slippery slopes, ill usually get an idea for something and periodically jot down notes when they come to me until I feel like i have enough information to start writing (or if im just motivated), that's what i did for my horror challenge rewrite. and for stuff that's like... rewrites of an episode that aren't as character-focused as slippery slopes, i usually read the episode transcripts and try to replicate that total drama style with my own writing

for shorter oneshots, i usually just get a vague idea and run with it until i find a good ending spot, then i go back and clean it up a bit so the structure works

slippery slopes is an... interesting cycle. chapters are getting long enough that i cant just write them in one sitting any more (i think ch5 was the last chapter i did that for) and instead ill agonize over the beginning (always the hardest part to write for me) but once i get going with that i usually finish the chapter within a few days. then i reread the previous chapter to make sure it flows ok (and there aren't any contradictions) and then ill give myself a break where i dont do anything total drama related before coming back to edit and post. though before I do all that I type up notes and rough dialogue bits

and then once i post it it's like... a weight off my chest? like ive been purged or something?? idk its a weird sensation but im just like i Physically Cannot Write Anything For This Right Now and i don't start on the next chapter until that goes away. and then i either start the beginning and do nothing for a week before going back and finishing the chapter or i go into a manic state and write nonstop for a few days. right now i haven't reached a point where im ready to begin writing chapter 10 but i have a lot of notes for it.

(also as soon as i finish posting a chapter i try not to go on my laptop for like 12 hours so i don't obsessively refresh my email for comments. i love reading comments so much holy shit. please comment guys it makes fic authors feel so happy we will love you for it)

as for scripts: i am working on being a writer professionally, but specifically a playwright. writing in a script format comes more naturally to me than writing prose. funnily enough, i started posting fanfic just to practice my prose (and fix stuff in cobra kai that i didnt like) but things sort of... ended up here? idk man but im enjoying it.

right, so because writing in a script format is easier when im really struggling with a section in a fic ill usually scrap whatever i had and write it like a script, then translate that into prose. i was very excited to write the family videos for chapter 9 of slippery slopes, but i was Having Issues, so i redid it as a script and then rewrote that as prose. ill put the script version under the cut if you're interested in that.

but thank you so much for the question!! i do think my writing process is a bit unconventional but hey i think things are turning out well! if you have any more questions feel free to send them in!!

ok here is the last scene of ch 9 of slippery slopes in script format:

[SIERRA]

MOM: Hi honey! Omigosh this is so exciting! I bet you’re having such a great time! Especially since Chris is there! Is Chris watching this? Hi Chris! You know, I loooved you on that ice skating show. Your hair was fantastic! Well, it always is, haha. Do you really make your own hair gel? I’ve been trying to perfect the recipe but you’re just so hard to track down! Oh, you’re such a funny guy! I laughed sooo hard when you made all those jokes about marrying Chef.

Chef: hey!

Chris: ok just for the record, I wasn’t joking, we are married, Sierra tell your mom we’re married

Sierra: …can we just turn it off please

[COURTNEY]

DAD: Courtney, sayang, I know you’ve been going through a lot right now—

MOM: So you’d BETTER make it count. You’ve made it this far before, I want to see you getting all the way to the finale this time. And winning it. Enough moping about those hideous, good-for-nothing slackers! That’s what you get for hanging around freaks like them. You’re doing this for the million, now get the million. Is that clear?

ZARINA: And kick ass!

DAD: Zarina!

Video cuts out.

Alejandro: courtney you good?

Courtney: no, she’s right. Mama didn’t raise no quitter

Alejandro: [knows she’s still upset about duncan and gwen]

[ALEJANDRO]

MOM: Hola, Alejandro. We hope you are doing well, especially in such unsavory conditions. I’m glad to see you’ve made it to the final four— we expected nothing less, of course.

DAD: You have been utilizing your skills quite well. Though I wish you hadn’t been so… blatant about it. You’ll have to work twice as hard once this is over to convince people you’re trustworthy. But surely you were aware of that going into this… odd endeavor. That’s just politics. Reputation is everything.

JOSE: [snorts] Oh, and what a reputation you have, Al. I could easily compile hours of footage of your failures, but I, unlike you, do not waste my time on the frivolities of reality television. Though you always have been lacking in taste. Especially with that bratty girlfriend of yours— oh, my mistake, aren’t you dating the whiny weakling? It’s so hard to keep track! [laughs]

Alejandro: callate!

MOM: I’m sure Alejandro is just working an angle on them.

DAD: Whatever the case is, do not disappoint us.

[NOAH]

MOM: Hi Noah, I’m sorry, I don’t have time to record a full video, but I’m proud of you! Here are your sisters!

ISWARI: A million dollars? A million [bleep] dollars? Win it, Noah! Win it!

RUTH: Dude!! This is crazy! I know you can do this— good luck! Ark misses you! [holds up Ark who barks]

MARA: Are you insane? Why aren’t you dating Alejandro already?

Noah: shut up, mara, just because you can’t keep a boyfriend—

ANYA: Don’t let ‘em trick you! No mercy! Crush their skulls if you have to— no, wait, you’re not strong enough for that. We’ll get there!

LIYA: I say this as your sister, someone who loves you but is constantly annoyed by you— for someone who is quite literally a genius, you sure can be an idiot sometimes.

BALLARI: Okay, I literally have no idea how you’ve made it this far without an athletic bone in your body— are we sure you aren’t adopted? I’m kidding

ABS: You’re stubborn as hell when it comes to me, so you better be stubborn as hell when it comes to winning! And when you do win, get me a frozen yogurt machine, will you? I promise I won’t make you rock climb again!

JAEL: If you lose this, I’ll kill you with this racket. And then use your guts to make myself a new racket. So don’t fuck it up. Again.

Noah: [frozen, ashamed]

Sierra: well that was a mess

Courtney: ok show of hands, who felt better after hearing that? [no one raises hands]

Chris: yeah I was expecting this to be a lot more heartwarming…

Chef: chris just look at them. If they had stable home lives they wouldn’t be doing reality tv

Alejandro: can we please stop talking about this. Also aren’t you supposed to be flying the plane

Chef: oh fuck

Chris: yeah sure. I think im gonna call my mom

Everyone: …

Noah: ok so that was really shitty. Why dont we all go to first class and try and ignore our problems

Everyone: yeah ok sounds good

***

Courtney: so that sucked

Alejandro: at least your dad seems ok

Courtney: true. What are your guys dads like

Noah and Sierra: bold of you to assume I know my dad. Jinx

***

Alejandro: that last girl… you mentioned a sister who does tennis and hates you

Noah: yep

Alejandro: why?

Noah: none of your business. but… it is pretty justified

#slippery slopes #ask #anon #total drama #writing #fic #my fic

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bigfrozenfan-fanfics · 4 years ago

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A post Frozen II multichapter novel (created by @bigfrozenfan (writer) in close cooperation with HeinrichvSA (betareader))

Rating: M over all 🔞 Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply UPDATE 11/2023: Choose Not to Use Archive Warnings (please see chapter overview) Category: Multi Fandom: Frozen Relationships: Anna/Elsa, Anna/Kristoff, Kristoff/Ryder, Mattias/Halima, Honeymaren/Elsa Characters: please see character list (LINK) Additional Tags: Family, Friendhip, Frohana, Angst, Drama, Frozen II AU, Dark AU, Frozen III, Elsamaren Language: English Stats: Words: 168K/?, Chapters: 48/52 or more Status: still in working process, story written and finished soon UPDATE 11/2023: now 378 K/? words and 76/x chapters, will be finished beginning of 2024 UPDATE 06/2024: 429 K words in 81 chapters incl. epilogue, finished Important note for new readers: many chapters have content for adults! I marked them in my chapter overview with 🔞

Introduction and credits

Summary: Elsa hadn't been in Arendelle for a while and Queen Anna is starting to worry about her. She decides to visit her sister at the Northuldra camp and makes a horrible discovery. Elsa was found half dead on the Dark Sea beach, deprived of all her powers and memories. No one knows what exactly happened and even the Northuldra themselves are shocked, because other disconcerting things are happening at the same time. The lives of everyone there are threatened, especially Anna and her sister are in mortal danger without knowing it. And also Arendelle itself faces an imminent danger, because the Northuldra have an old secret, of which hardly anyone knows. But there's an ancient prophecy that has to be found and without it there will be no hope.

The story takes place about one year after the unity scene in Frozen II. It's late summer/beginning of autumn.

Credits:

I want to thank the following people for their help with my fanfic in the beginning: @fericita-s for beta reading the first two chapters back then, @the-spaztic-fantastic for the support and encouraging words in some longer posts, Athenagoddessofwar7 on reddit for his proofreading on chapter three. A special thanks goes to my friend HeinrichvSA on Twitter who is my English speaking proof- and betareader since chapter four. Since I write everything in my native language German first and only translate the story into English afterwards, he is the one who makes sure that the grammar and word and phrase choices are correct. I can say without understatement that he is the biggest fan of my story and our discussions on Twitter for over one year could fill entire books.

He has helped in the development of the plot of my story and often pointed out mistakes. The idea of using music videos to support the mood of the story came from him and he chose all the tracks. The conversation in the last paragraph of chapter 17 was his creation, and I just reworded it a bit with him together afterwards. Thanks a lot to @catastrofic-julia for her fanart she made for me voluntarily basis for the prologue because she likes my story so much. I love this fanart! Big thanks also to HARU (@ xlayers) on Patreon for the incredible good work, which HeinrichvSA commissioned for me!

Notes: All my chapters contain carefully selected music tracks. It's your own decision if you want to use them or not while reading. The purpose is to musically support the respective mood of the parts as well for the recreation of the story passages. If you can please use a browser for reading (not the Tumblr app) due to the text formatting.

It all started with an idea and a small 1.7K ficlet back then in May 2020 and some additional thoughts before, because I was convinced, and still I am, that Frozen II opened up many possibilities for a third movie. My story began with a rating T (Teen And Up Audiences) but soon it developed to a rating M (for Mature Audience). So be warned that some chapters contains violent and passionate scenes. The story is divided into four books.

Now I am about to restart the story with rewritten and edited the early chapters plus many additions, like music tracks, edits and commissioned fanart. In contrast to the rushed FII movie which happens during barely five days plus epilogue. My story spans over several weeks. All the characters in my story have been given their space to develop freely. In the process, many parallel storylines have emerged, but they always find each other again later.

For a better understanding and to get not lost I made some additional posts for you: a character list (LINK), a newly created map of Arendelle with all the locations (LINK) and a weekly growing overview of all written chapters so far, including word count and chapter titles with references (LINK).

If you want to be informed as soon I post a new chapter I can tag you in the coming posts and you never would miss what happens next! For the restart I created a new blog for a better reading experience with a special text formatting. This is unfortunately NOT displayed inside the Tumblr app, but in any browser on smartphones or tablets.

Follow me now on an epic journey during the following 52+ weeks with my Frozen III story. A new tale you never would have thought of, full of suspense, fear, love, courage, action and hate, as well as many surprising twists and turns!

Tagging: Additional to the mentioned friends I want to tag a few of my fellow readers of the first chapters back then, which are @the-sky-is-awake, @lovewillthaw-j, @gigidisney, @all-is-found, @umadatalien, @lelitachay and there are some more. I want to especially mention my new friends on the Agduna Discord server which know me there as agduna-central (AKA: AC) who also have a Tumblr account meanwhile: @catastrofic-julia, @itsmecollington, @karma26, @king-ofarendelle, @thedayirippedmypants, @queen-iduna-of-arendelle, @dewarnadalr, @samanthaspixiedust.

#frozen #frozen2 #frozen3 #fanfic #the broken bridge #summary #bigfrozenfan

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samsaintjames · 3 years ago

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okay so: fic recs

So this is gonna be really long and rambling (I'm sure), but we start with the basics.

If you're only ever going to read one and only one fanfic in your entire life you have to read Increments of Longing. It's a Jaina Proudmoore/Sylvanas Windrunner fanfic, but it's AU enough and so well written, that you probably do not actually need to know anything about Warcraft or World of Warcraft and the respective lore and backstory to enjoy it. Just look at it like a very good fantasy novel about an arranged marriage. [...]“But you would tell me what you want?” Sylvanas asked in a voice that was far too controlled to be truly nonchalant."[...] I could not even tell you why, but this line there from the second chapter? It gives me feels (and I could not even tell you what exactly I'm feeling, but yeah).

Anyway, read it (I've read it twice now)!

Okay, from the same author I also whole-heartedly recommend you search the mountain. Which is another Jaina/Sylvanas story, again AU, with Jaina being Drust. You do not necessarily need background info - there even is a map of Kul Tiras included - but you'd probably benefit from it. Particularly the early chapters, when you get to know Arthur, made me laugh and giggle quite a bit, even though the story itself is - since it's about the Drust and a civil war - a bit of a horror story/military fiction crossover I'd say. Good read.

And my kinda guilty pleasure (also from the same author) is no end in sight. It's a story about Suramar (and healing). And when I started playing WoW towards the end of Legion, shortly before the Argus patch, I absolutely fell in love with that region/city and the Nightborne - probably because I wasn't stuck on the repetitive content of it for forever lol. So this story about Thalyssra and Jaina and the other Nightborne NPCs is awesome. I was actually considering to also write about Jaina/Thalyssra, simply because just imagine the insane magic those two could do when working together (I mean they kinda do in Nazjatar), but knowing me, this will probably never get past the conception stage.

Inevitability is also absolutely amazing (it's another - you probably guessed it - Jaina/Sylvanas AU, with both of them being professors - considering I've been working in academics for the last 15 years that's kinda my jam). And I have a lot of thoughts about it, which for the sake of not boring people to death I'm gonna abbreviate (but well I'm ready to talk people to death if they are interested). One: I'd love to meet this Sylvanas. Two: I'd never have the guts to talk to her, but I'd totally want her to take me home lol (and I'm not even sure I'm gay). Three: life at universities around here is very different from - I'm assuming - the US.

(Also if you're into AUs, go check Fearless - which features witches and ghosts and is fun.)

Okay, so now we're coming to how I actually fell into the whole Jaina/Sylvanas thing. It's because of Daugthers of Sea and Snow. Which is a Frozen/WoW crossover featuring Jaina/Elsa I found by looking through Frozen Fanfics when I was bored around the time Frozen 2 came out and then completely forgot - it was still work in progress then; I found the still open tab in my browser like four to three weeks ago, saw it was finished now and devoured the whole thing. And while I was there, I looked at the other things that author had written - and that's how I stumbled upon Jaina/Sylvanas, like two years late. Which is probably kinda ironic, since I played BFA a lot (mythic raiding beginning with Uldir), loving the Storyline in Kul Tiras and being absolutely enamoured with Jaina especially after her Warbringers vid (I still sometimes humm the song) - and liked Sylvanas since Warcraft III. Sometimes life is weird.

So and after that I jumped down this particular rabbit hole while doing a thrilling backflip. There is an assortment of other stories that I very much enjoyed.

A Touch of Arcane - the first fix of political marriage AU for Jaina and Sylvanas that I got (I think it was actually the first Jaina/Sylvanas fic I read period). And boy did I get hooked to that.

Along the same lines but different are Worth the Trouble and Two Rooms.

If you're into AUs for that pairring, you'll find a lot of intereseting ones from the Author katofthenorth. The one about diving is really cute.

Stories not yet finished that I thoroughly enjoyed so far (most of them political marriage AUs - lol I'm a sucker for those okay, it's not my fault!):

Ink and Honor is amazing. I came for Jaina/Sylvanas, but I love the Thalyssra/Vereesa storyline just as much - it's sooooo cute, like even Genn ships them ^^.

threads of silk.

climb the walls.

Measure of the world. They aren't married (yet, it's a possibility though I'd guess and I haven't even reached the end of the so far posted chapters yet, but enjoyable read nonetheless).

The Lighthouse. Amazing AU, I love the idea - and it's not political marriage! I cannot wait for the next chapters.

I've dug too many holes into this thawing ground. This story gave me a lot of feels too.

Honorary mentions for stories that I'm assuming might never be finished, but are amazing reads.

Shot in the Dark. Fuck that is awesome! Secret agents and spies - okay technically snipers, but it's the feeling that counts, right? (and Tyrande in a suit is a nice bonus).

Trust in Me. Sylvanas as Jainas bodyguard AU.

Okay so... I still have like 250 tabs or something ridiculous open in my browser (that's not overstating it, it's fact, in fact I might be understating it at this point and it could already be 300) and I haven't obviously read all the amazing Jaina/Sylvanas fanfics out there yet, particularly short ones or one shots or series might have gotten lost, since I usually filter for high wordcounts only. So, if anyone feels stuff is missing, it does not mean I didn't like it, it could be I've just not read it yet.

And now for something completely different.

I want to point towards one of the coolest crossover stories/series I've ever read: Felicitas. Which is an Arrow/Highlander/Raven crossover that imagines Felicity as an ancient immortal. And it's just soooooo good, I've been following it for years. (That being said, I never watched Arrow past season 2 and I probably never will considering what I know about how the story of the show continues, I've been burned once with Bering and Wells, I'm not going there again. But that's totally fine, because Felicitas also only goes as far as Season 2.)

And then there's still waters and quiet men. I'm not even sure what to say about it. The sheer lunacy and the insane escalation present in this story should not have amused me as much as it did I think, but I remember laughing tears when reading this, because while it's actually really sad that some people might find this kind of behaviour of male characters in fiction normal, it was abso-fucking-lutely hilarious in my opinion. (That said, I've probably only read it halfway, but still, it's hilarious! Well if you have the same maybe weird sense of humor I have anyway.)

New Beginnings is a FemShep/Liara crossover with Stargate SG-1. So it's combining my favourite TV show with my favourite Videogame of all time. And it's brilliant.

So yeah that's my fic recs for the time being. If you just want a tl;dr, go read Increments of Longing. (I just cannot stress enough how amazing that story is.)

I'm only tagging Jaina/Sylvanas since most fics are about them.

#fic rec #fic recs #Jaina Proudmoore/Sylvanas Windrunner #sylvaina

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alpacaparkaseok · 4 years ago

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Where you should be

9. Kairos

Genre: Hobi x oc

Warnings: this series contains stalking, blackmail, and similar stressful/fear inducing situations. Also unrequited love, which is perhaps the most terrifying of all.

Word Count: 3.2k

a/n: this is the final installment of Where you should be. I originally only planned for this story to have about 8 chapters, so yeah. I’m sorry if this came as a shock to some of you. I have loved getting to meet new people while writing this series; Hobi stans are literal sunshines. Hobi is one of my biases, so I was happy to get to write him a series. The world needs more Hobi fanfics. Thank you for reading, for reblogging, for interacting with me! Please enjoy and thank you for stopping in!

Kairos (n.) a propitious moment for decision or action; the ‘right time’

The bus station in Busan is crowded with people waiting to board the bus to head back to Seoul by the time I arrive there. Pulling my hood down low I begin to haul my bags to the taxi area, already exhausted.

While I wait in the growing line, I pull my phone out to start looking at hotels I can stay the night at. Hopefully Pdogg got my demo for Puma and will give me some feedback.

I get closer to the front of the line, hoping that a taxi will free up soon. I really just need a bed right now. Today has been too much.

Wincing as I see all the missed calls and texts from Hobi, I decide to text him as soon as I get settled into a hotel room. He deserves an explanation.

I’m watching the next taxi pull up into a vacant spot a black car swerves into the taxi lane, stopping right where the taxi was supposed to park. Honking and cursing ensues, people who were already frustrated after a long day of travel growing angry.

All of those angry voices are hushed the moment the driver’s door opens and a familiar face appears.

Hoseok’s eyes are on mine as he closes the door and strides up the steps toward me, ignoring the people that are staring at him. I blink at him, wondering if I’ve fallen asleep and this is all just a dream. This feels like something I would dream about; it’s too good to be true.

Only when the weight of my duffel bag is removed as Hoseok takes it off my hands do I realize that this may actually be real.

“Get in the car.”

His voice is gruff as the speaks, his eyes aflame with barely concealed anger. Shrinking in on myself, I pull my hood down even lower.

He knows I can’t make a scene here.

Hoseok waits until I start walking to begin walking as well, trailing behind me like a lurking predator and closing the door behind me when I sit down.

People’s phones are flashing as he puts my bags in the trunk, and he gives a polite wave before hopping back into the driver’s seat.

The kind smile he wore for the public as he waved is dropped as soon as he starts the car again, and he begins to speed out of the bus station. My heart is pounding out of my chest, the street lamps we pass under making me close my eyes as I can hardly keep up with them anymore.

I refuse to speak first, and it would appear that Hobi doesn’t plan on doing it either. Instead he drives and drives until we’re pulling into a hotel parking lot and he’s hopping out, grabbing my things for me.

“Stay here,” he orders, giving me a look that details just how he’ll murder me if I bail. “I’ll grab us a couple of rooms.”

It’s the fact that he specifies that we’ll be getting two rooms that has me freaking out. He disappears into the hotel, leaving me with my thoughts.

Scrolling through the texts I’ve been ignoring, I begin to realize just how much I screwed up.

Someone tapping on the window makes me jump, and I look up to see Hoseok waiting for me. Clambering out of the car, my face flushes as I’m sure that he saw that I was reading his messages.

I want to ask him how he knew where to find me, but one look at his solemn expression has me closing my mouth before I can ask the question. I follow him through a back entrance in the hotel, watching his feet as they ascend the stairs.

“Let me just drop your things off in your room,” he says when we come to a stop outside of a hotel room. Swiping the card, he waits for me to enter and then marches inside. Turning on his heel, he goes to leave, not even looking at me.

“Wait!” I scramble to stop him, planting myself between him and the door. “What...how did you…?”

He’s staring holes into the space just above my head, but I refuse to shrink away from him. Slowly, those eyes slide down to meet mine.

I feel like I’ve been thrown into hell with that gaze.

“October 15th.”

I blink at him. “What?”

Hoseok sighs, his nostrils flaring. “You couldn’t wait it out, Ha-rin?” I flinch at the way he says my name. “I’ve been killing myself over trying to get us together and happy, but it’s never enough! And then you go and let some psychopath get up in your head, and just bail! You bailed before I could even wake up!”

His anger stokes my fire, and I stand up taller. “I didn’t just bail, Hoseok. You- you could have died! And you’re angry about that freaking me out? I saw what the stakes were and I stepped away. But you don’t -” I shove at his chest, “even - let - me - leave!”

Grabbing my wrists in his hands, he holds them above my head as he backs me back against the door. Leaning down so we’re eye-level, Hoseok’s eyes rake over my features like hot coals.

“What, you think the stakes are too high? You think this is because we’re together?” He laughs quietly, shaking his head. “Don’t flatter yourself. This is not the first time I’ve received death threats. It won't be the last time, either. This is my life,” Hoseok growls out, “so if the stakes are too high for you then you should have said so.”

Suddenly my anger dissolves as his words sink in. “No,” I whisper, desperately trying to backtrack. “T-that’s not-”

“Then what?” Hoseok demands, his grip on my wrists lightening a little but still keeping me frozen in place. “Because when I woke up in an empty bed, with nothing but a note saying ‘I’m sorry’ I kind of got the idea that you maybe didn’t want this. Was I wrong?” He hisses out the words, making me close my eyes against them.

I take a deep breath, shuddering at this new side of Hoseok. I think there’s a reason why I’ve never seen him angry before.

I think there’s a reason why he keeps that side of him on a very tight leash.

“You...Jihun said you’d be better off, and…” hearing myself speak I realize just how stupid this was. “I didn’t want you to get hurt, Hobi.” His eyes clear a bit and he seems to come back to his senses, releasing my wrists.

“And you couldn’t just tell me that?” He asks quietly, the bite in his voice long gone. Now, he looks exhausted.

I look down at my feet, feeling completely embarrassed. “No…? But, if you’re so mad at me, why are you even here right now?”

Hoseok looks at me like I’ve just grown a second head. “Rin-ah,” I let out a sigh of relief at the way he says my name. “This is what people do when they love each other. I wasn’t just going to cut my losses and move on with my life. Did you really think I would?”

I shrug. “Maybe?”

He reaches out to me but hesitates. “I...I’m sorry for being so angry. That was uncalled for.” I shake my head, but he continues. “But you need to talk to me, not take a bus to Busan. When you left after last night’s scare, I thought that you changed your mind about me. I thought that I lost you again.”

Now that I’m finally able to see if from his side, I groan, burying my face in my hands. “I...I’m so stupid.”

Hobi gives a startled laugh, pulling me into his arms. I go willingly, melting into his embrace. “I mean…”

Smacking his shoulder, we both laugh. Hobi detaches himself from me, running and jumping on the bed. I glare at him, walking over and shoving him to the side.

“Scoot,” I demand, squealing when he just pulls me onto the bed, laughing as I nearly bounce off of it. Wriggling around, trying to scoot away before he can get a hold of me, I laugh as his arms lock around my waist, pulling me in to lay beside him.

“Make me.”

I gasp at his brazenness, burying my face in a pillow. “How did you even know where to find me?”

“Oh, well it wasn’t that hard actually. Especially once Pdogg told me that you passed Puma off to him and told him that you’d be working remotely for a while. Busan is one of the farthest places you can go, and I know you. You’d go as far as you could without leaving the country.”

“So you drove.”

“I drove.”

“And you nearly killed a taxi driver while you were at it!”

Hobi groans, also collapsing atop the pillows. “I know, how embarrassing. Bang PD is gonna kill me.”

“I mean, what was going through your head? You sure gave those people a show. I bet you’re all over Twitter right now.”

“Correction,” he quips. “We’re all over Twitter right now. And I don’t know what I was thinking. I just saw you and I’d had an entire car ride to think about everything. I was angry, sure. But more...insecure? Yeah, more insecure than anything.”

I frown, sitting up on my elbows and fiddling with the pillow case. “Insecure? Why were you feeling insecure?”

He shrugs, staring up at the ceiling. “Like I said earlier...this kind of stuff, while not frequent, happens all the time. The threats, I mean. It’s just a part of my life, and I thought that you would have known that. So while a part of me knew that Jihun had gotten inside your head,” I shudder at the mere mention of the man, “I couldn’t help but think that you didn’t think that I was worth the trouble. So when I saw you clear down here, thinking that you could just leave me after everything we’ve been through...it hit hard. And so I wanted to make you see that I’d come all this way. That I am worth it.”

My heart splits in two at Hobi’s confession, and I snuggle in close to him. “I’m so sorry, Hobi. I didn’t even think about what you were feeling.”

He lets out a long sigh. “How are we even functioning after the past twenty-four hours?”

I laugh, shaking my head in disbelief. “I have no idea. Can we just go to sleep now?”

Hobi jumps up to turn off the lights, making me chuckle. “Yes. I would love nothing more.”

Then I remember the extra room he got. “Wait, are you going to the other room?”

He tilts his head to the side. “Other room?”

“Y’know, the second room? You mentioned that you were getting two.”

Hobi’s eyes light up with remembrance before he’s turning off the final light and finding his way to me in the dark. “Oooh, that. I was lying. I only got us one room.”

“What?”

Hobi’s giggle makes me smile. “I needed to keep you on your toes!”

♟

October 15th 2020

Puma turns out to be a hit. I get to start writing lyrics to more tracks after it hits the radio waves, Pdogg offering to be my mentor.

What we don’t tell Bang PD is that Hobi tends to be the one that spends the most time with me inside the studio.

Jihun is arrested, as well as his other friends that had a hand in threatening us.

I get new locks on my door.

And through it all, I learn about the boy that has taught me more about love than years of living in this world ever did.

Hoseok still ends up on the top floor of the building quite often, locked in that room at the end of the hallway and dancing for nobody. He once told me sometime in July or August that sometimes, he just wants to dance. It’s become his career, but sometimes he goes back to the young boy that just wanted to learn and hone his passion.

Sometimes I visit him up there, when we catch a break between the endless producing and performing. Amidst the pandemic and the aftermath of the chaos Jihun wrought, we order some takeout and eat on the floor.

Those are my favorite moments. Sitting with him with my back against the wall, stealing food from his plate as we swap stories or vent our frustrations.

I’ve learned that I can’t always take away his stress and struggles. He’s sometimes quiet, sulking about not being on tour and feeling so distant from what he’s come to expect from life. Those are the moments when I beg him to order dessert and I stay a little longer until the clouds in his eyes have broken up a little.

For the past few weeks, however, Hobi and I have hardly been able to see each other. Bang PD found out about our little relationship once Hobi’s trip to Busan hit the social media apps, some very interesting photos of the two of us getting into the same car clueing him in on our relationship. He has hardly been accommodating, holding my contract over my head every chance he gets. I swear, if I look at Hobi for more than two seconds at a time Bang PD is threatening to enforce the rules of my contract.

I swear, if I hear him say ‘you signed and agreed to this!’ one more time, I’ll quit.

He’s been keeping me busy with TXT’s new album coming at the end of October, and Hobi is swimming in promotions and final tweaks to their album.

I think he’s out with the boys filming something today. It’s quiet as I head up to the top floor, carrying my lunch with me. I enter the practice room, hoping to see Hoseok’s familiar face but find it empty. Sighing, I head over to my usual corner and sit down, beginning to eat.

I nearly choke on my rice when the door swings open less than ten minutes later, Hobi striding in with a happy smile.

“I thought I’d find you up here,” he states proudly, plopping down beside me.

“Don’t you have promos today?” I ask around my food, batting his hand away when he tries to grab some of my food.

“Oh, yeah. We’re finished though.”

“Really? That was fast.”

Hoseok smiles, nodding absentmindedly. “You haven’t looked at the news, have you?”

I pull my phone out. “...no? Why? Did you do something crazy?”

He laughs. “Maybe. I’ll let you be the judge of that.” I give him a quizzical look, immediately pulling up my news app. I scroll around for a little while.

“I’m not seeing…” I gasp as an article pops up. “What?”

BTS now owns 33.33% of Bighit Entertainment - what this means for the future of Bighit and K-pop

“You...you freaking own part of Bighit?!”

Hobi laughs, scooting closer. “Well, kind of. With the other guys. Together we own one third. Kind of cool, right?”

I look at him, utterly shocked. “How long have you known about this?”

He shrugs. “Let’s see...today is October 15th…” he starts counting on his fingers, but my mind is elsewhere.

“Wait. That’s what you said, back in April.”

He blinks at me. “Said what?”

“When you came to Busan! You said something about October 15th...was this it?”

With his heart-shaped smile, Hobi laughs. “Yeah, this was it. Remember how I kept telling you that we wouldn’t have to hide forever? You wonder why Bang PD hasn’t made us break up when he found out about us?”

I stare at the man beside me, my mind going a million miles an hour. “What are you saying?”

Hobi stands up, pulling me up with him. “Come on.” He leads me out the door, taking me to the elevator. “We own a chunk of the company down, so technically, if I were to, say, get all the boys on board with the idea of us, we could possibly convince the CEO of said company to shift a few things around on your contract.”

The doors of the elevator open, Hobi tugging me inside. He punches some buttons, but I keep staring at him like he just offered to fly me to the moon.

“So anyway, that’s where I’ve been the past week or so. Negotiating some terms with Bang PD and convincing the boys to back me up. Now today is the big day.”

The doors open up, revealing us to be on Bang PD’s floor. Pulling me along like an excited school-boy, Hobi throws open the door to find Bang PD sitting behind his desk. He hardly looks up at us, simply pushing a packet across the desk closer to us. Hobi grabs it, extending it to me.

“Here. Your new contract. It’s mainly the same as before except now…” Hobi takes this time to get a little embarrassed, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. “Now, we don’t have to worry about hiding. Not anymore.”

My eyes are glued to his face, still in shock at the sudden turn of events. “You...you did all of this?”

Hobi nods, chewing the inside of his cheek. “Yes. Of course I did.” He laughs to himself. “You have this strange idea of where you should be. You thought that you had to stay away from me even when I was practically throwing myself at your feet,” I cringe at the memory, “and then you thought you should move to Busan just to keep me safe.”

Hobi glances at Bang PD who’s pretending that he can’t hear us. Taking a pen from the desk, Hobi pulls me back out into the hallway. When he sees that it’s bustling with activity, he leads me to the stairwell beside the elevator.

“I think what I’m trying to say is that...that you should be here. With me. Through it all, we should be together. Because we love each other, don’t we? And we’re a mess and we’ve put each other through too much heartache to be good, but I love you. And I think that maybe part of love is walking away when it’s to save the other, but love is also running after each other and never giving up. So that’s what I’ve been doing. Running after this,” he holds up the contract, shaking it in the air with disdain. “Because you deserve to choose for once. You deserve to be where you want to be. I just really, really hope it’s with me. Because if it isn’t...then that just made this whole speech so much cringier.”

By the time he finishes, I’ve already made my decision. In fact, I think I made my decision nearly two years ago.

“In what world would I not choose you?” I ask incredulously. “Hoseok, is this real? No more hiding?”

Hobi smiles in relief. “It’s real. I have it in writing.”

I grab the contract, chuckling. “Does it say something in the fine print about loving you forever or else you’ll sue me?”

Hobi stands beside me, planting a kiss on my temple. “Of course it does, I have to protect my heart somehow.”

I extend my hand out to him, looking into the face that I’ve come to love so dearly. I’m not sure if I deserve him, still. I’m afraid that I’ve put him through too much pain.

How can one still love so fully even after having their heart broken over and over again by the same person?

Perhaps it’s time I learn to forgive myself the way that he’s forgiven me.

I think I would like that. A fresh start, by Hoseok’s side.

“Pen, please.”

Fin.

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