#elsie drabbles

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Hogtober Day 29: Crossed Wands

This....this got away from me and turned out a teensy bit spicier than I meant for it to be. Uhhhhhh...

results of being an impatient author writing a slow-burn fic I guess...

Dueling practice makes Sebastian excited. AO3/Wattpad

SFW - Not explicit but sexually suggestive. Characters are aged-up 18+

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“You’re doing it wrong.”

Sebastian grinned as Elsie let out a huff and cast the spell at the dummy again, earning her another disappointed tut.

“You’re still doing it wrong.”

She threw her arms up in exasperation. “Just because you repeat yourself doesn’t mean I can figure out what it is I’m doing wrong!”

Sebastian laughed as the Ravenclaw girl scrunched up her face - one of his favorite expressions she wore. Somehow, she managed to make frustration look incredibly adorable. “Your casting looks like you memorized your form from a textbook.”

“Maybe,” she clicked her tongue at him, “that’s because I did memorize my form from a textbook.”

That didn’t come as a surprise to him. Elsie was constantly working on improving her skillset, whether it be in the form of absorbing information from a book or studying someone else's techniques. It was as if once she had been given the task of "catching up to the other students her year", she didn't quite know how to stop.

"Your wand is an extension of you," he said, demonstrating a more fluid movement, then gently grabbing her arms and guiding her the same way. She had rolled up her sleeves after complaining that she was too hot from all the practicing she had been doing, and the sight of the loosened buttons on her collar along with the feel of the bare skin of her arms were a bit distracting to him. He forced himself to stay focused on the mechanics of spell-casting instead. "Think of it as a dance - one move drifts into the next."

"Are you insinuating you're a good dancer?" Her face was still scrunched, but he saw her eyes flicker tauntingly, and he was tempted to say fuck it and whisk her away to a hidden corridor.

Instead, he smirked at her, and he didn't miss the gooseflesh that prickled on her arm as he brushed his fingertips along it before he reluctantly pulled away. If only she wasn't so adamant about practicing.

"I can't go around telling you all my secrets, now, can I?" he teased. She responded with an amused snort.

"Alright," she sighed, raising her wand at the dummy again. "Once more."

It was the hundredth time she had said it, but Sebastian knew better than to insist that she take a break. She was stubborn, he had learned early on, and she wouldn't quit until she was confident she'd gotten it right. He took a step back to give her the appropriate amount of space to cast her spell.

He watched from the unfortunately respectable distance as Elsie took in a deep breath and pursed her luscious, pink lips in concentration, and all he could think about was that there were a million other things he'd rather she be doing with them instead. Had she not been so persistent in asking him to teach her his dueling techniques, he would have suggested a better way they could make use of their spare time.

His lascivious thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her spell striking the dummy dead center, knocking it backward and slamming it against the far wall. Her face lit up in a wide grin.

"I did it!" Elsie bounced on her toes excitedly and spun in place as she congratulated herself on a job well done. Sebastian thought he may have heard her rambling about how she told him so and something else about practice making perfect, but he couldn't pick out most of what she was saying as his mind wandered once again.

She hardly ever showed excitement like this - completely unrestrained elation that she only ever allowed a select few to see. He should be so honored to be at the top of that list, witnessing a side of her that she kept hidden away for rare moments such as these. The sight of her unbridled joy immediately sent a surge of affection and something else through him.

So, he did the only thing that seemed logical and grabbed her arm mid-twirl, pulling her body flush against his and cutting off her chatter as he hungrily pressed his lips to hers.

He didn't fully realize or care about what he was doing or who could be watching as he ran his hands along her sides before wrapping his arms fully around her waist, desperate to feel every soft curve of hers against him. One hand found the hem of her blouse, the other threaded in her hair as he groaned against her mouth. He nipped at her lower lip, which elicited a soft whimper from her; or perhaps a half-hearted protest - he wasn't certain. It only served to fuel him further as he tugged the material free from her skirt and lightly skimmed the warm, silky flesh beneath it.

He didn't notice the audience they had attracted until his body tensed from shock as he was doused with something cold.

"Aguamenti!"

The now sopping-wet pair screeched and yelped as they abruptly pulled away from each other and were met with the irritated and disgusted expressions of Lucan Brattleby and the other members of Crossed Wands. While Elsie ducked her head to hide her shame and embarrassment, Sebastian offered him a smarmy grin.

"You're supposed to be using the clock tower for dueling practice. Not snogging!" a scandalized Lucan exclaimed.

"R-right, sorry, Lucan," Elsie muttered, flustered. Sebastian couldn't stop feeling a sense of pride at her disheveled appearance, her usual elegant plait in disarray, her lips red and swollen, and her blouse halfway untucked and crumpled, knowing that he had been the cause of it. "Sebastian was just -"

Lucan held up a hand, cutting her off, his face going red as he tried to ignore whatever it was that he had walked in on. "I have the next match set up, so if you two are done using the training dummy, I'd like to get started."

"Actually," Sebastian pushed his wet locks from his face as he smirked at Elsie, "we're going to continue our...practice session elsewhere. But thanks for the offer."

He took her hand and ran out of the clock tower, his roguish laughter echoing in the corridors at her mortified expression and the chorus of gagging and groaned complaints far behind them. He expected an earful from her once they were alone, but he wasn't concerned - he knew how to tame her.

Practice session indeed.

[papurgaatika]

I have many ideas so I’ll probably send them as separate asks to make things less confusing hahaha! So with today’s clip (Sunday) of Pedro as Marcus Acacius for gladiator 2 talking, I’ve been overwhelmed with thots of this man 😩😩 His voice is just soooo damn sexy I cannot jesus christ ☠️ Thinking of his voice reminds me of VA!Joel too! 🤩

elsie elsie elsie!!! this was so big beautiful brained of you. unfortunately im beyond busy and got about 50% of the way through something for this and NOW its kinktober SOOOOOOO without further ado, the ramblings of my mind:

featuring everyone's favorite VA!Joel

VA!Joel setting up a poll for the listeners to pick his next themed audio and it’s a historical romance. He’s bitching and moaning about having to do a stupid British accent and act all proper, but during a movie night with peaches, the idea of doing an ancient Roman gladiator comes to him. He props himself up on his chair, jots down a few ideas that come to him (a few that he stole from watching what had her biting her lip during the movie), and hits record. “Delicate little flower,” his voice is a rich honey, pulling them in as he croons out into the microphone “they have kept you so pure and perfect for me… I cannot wait to ruin you”  You, however, have to take off your headphones and pause for a moment when you take the time to beta his audio. You grab your phone and shoot him a quick text of you’re batshit insane, u know that right??? Joel, who hates texting with all of his heart replies with a very simple: What did I do? Everything alright, Peach? Always a dolt, or perhaps just feigning innocence, a groan leaves your lips at his reply. You don't even bother to send him a response, just take a breath and restart the audio that was calling out to you like the spindle in sleeping beauty, aware of how it would knock you on your ass.  “Do not fret, my little flower. I know how to take care of you” you giggle at joel, the next night when he comes over “joel, I love you, but that was cheesy” You had written down a few lines that you had wanted to have him take out of the audio, not that they were bad, but he wanted the criticism. That’s why he asked you and not another creator online.  He gives you a completely blank look. “It worked for the audio, dont be difficult” he scoffs, poking your side, making you squeak. You go to retort, something about the flow of the words already at the tip of your tongue, but he cuts you off before you get a word in “Sure as hell had your thighs pressed together real close when we watched the movie baby.”  Your cheeks flush almost immediately, the shit-eating grin on his face not making it easy for you to get away with it. “That's not even-” you sputter “I wasn't- shut up!” you huff, burying your face in the singular extra pillow he had on the bed. You hear joel let out a cackle beside you, his breath warm against the back of your neck as you grumble about him being mean to you.

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𝑇𝑈𝑁𝐸𝐷 𝐹𝑂𝑅 𝑇𝐸𝑁𝑆𝐼𝑂𝑁 ⋆·˚ ༘

↳ mattheo riddle x fem! reader short drabble (not related to my series)

↳ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡 : 0,3k

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“are you seriously saying you’d pick radiohead over deftones ?” mattheo asked with a shocked expression on his face, his hands clutched against his chest as if he was on the verge of a heart attack.

“i’m just saying radiohead is absolutely NOT overrated and you’re lying to yourself if you think that it is !” you replied, with your tone slightly more angry.

you were currently sitting on the floor of his dorm room, shuffling through his cd collection as he watched you from the bed. the two of you had been bantering for hours about music and everything else you disagreed on as the rain was pouring outside, leaving you in a cozy and comforting atmosphere.

“deftones is much more consistent,” the brunette boy continued, dead set on trying to knock some music taste into you “and white pony is better than all radiohead albums combined.” you gasped, looking up from the cd shelf

“you did not just say that ! what about the bends ? in rainbows ? ok computer ? you can’t say anything about ok computer ! ” you declared and he laughed from his spot against the headboard.

“nope, white motherfucking pony is a masterpiece.” he ignored your previous remarks before you cut him off “it’s good, but around the fur and saturday night wrist-“ you started before he shouted

“stop it ! i won’t hear a word of what you have to say. seriously, how can you be so wrong all the time ?”

“i am not !” the ridiculous argument you two were having was the last thing on your mind when you looked up and saw him nonchalantly leaning back against the headboard, his curls slightly bouncing when he shaked his head.

“yes you are ! you’re the only person i know who managed to have the same music taste as me in artists but not in songs and it’s irritating, i swear.” you scoffed at mattheo’s pissed of demeanor and didn’t bother answering him, leaving you in a comfortable silence for quite some time.

truth is, he couldn’t care less about your different opinions in music. he did, however, care about the way the two of you had been here for hours chatting about anything and everything in the most casual way possible. he’d never felt so good around someone before, and he couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that your simple presence was enough to make his head spin. you were siting cross legged on the floor, your hair perfectly framing your beautiful face as you looked through the cds, and he knew he’d give up listening to deftones for the rest of his life if it meant having you like this.

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a/n : the next part of the “untouchable” series is a wip but i just wanted to post that in the meantime. please like/comment & reblog !!! love you <3

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[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

For the dad!tom x reader au, maybe one where Elsie is only a few months old, and reader has to go run some errands so Tom has to take care of Elsie alone for a few hours and when reader gets back home she either finds them asleep with Elsie curled up on his chest or just them playing and lots of giggles!

Running Errands

A/n: first drabble I’m posting for this au!!!

Dad!Tom Blyth x reader au masterlist

divider by @s-hyia

Brushing through your hair, you feel Tom’s arms lazily hang around your waist. “Are you sure you’ll be okay while I’m gone? Call me if anything happens-” “We’ll be fine darling,” Tom interrupts you, his lips pressing soft kisses on your shoulder as you look at him in the reflection of the mirror. 

You had errands to for the day so Tom was going to look after your three month old daughter by himself for the first time. This was the first time you were going to be away from Elsie since you gave birth to her. You had complete faith and trust in Tom as he was a dotting and loving father to Elsie.

"I know you will be," You let out a sigh, turning around to give him a hug as his hands rub your back. You look over his shoulder and notice Elsie was still fast asleep as you fed her about an hour or so ago.

You walk over to where Elsie slept, you moved her from the bassinet to your shared bed with Tom as he carefully lays back down, deciding to catch up on a few more minutes of sleep.

"Bye," You kiss Tom goodbye before lightly kissing Elsie's forehead. "Have fun sweetheart." Tom says as you give him one final look and leave the bedroom, walking out of the house.

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It was around 6pm in the afternoon when you finished all the appointments and errands you had to run. On you way back home, you stopped at your favourite pizza shop down in Brooklyn that you and Tom always visited.

When you opened the front door, it was eerily quiet. You slip off your shoes at the front door and placed the pizza down on the kitchen counter. "Tom!" You called out as you wander around the house.

Checking in his study, the living room, and your bedroom, neither him or Elsie were anywhere to be found. There was one final room that you hadn't checked yet which was Elsie's nursery.

You peek your head around the door as your lips turn up into a smile. Tom was sitting on your nursing chair, Elsie on his chest as they were both asleep, Tom's chest rising up and down at a steady pace.

You quietly walk around the room, picking up the toys that were on the ground and putting them away. Tom slowly woke up when your back was turned to him. "Y/n"

You hear Tom's hoarse voice quietly say as you turn around with a smile on your face. "Hi, my love," Tom presses light kisses on the top of Elsie's head before slowly getting up.

Following Tom back to your bedroom, he carefully places Elsie in her bassinet. The two of you watch in awe as she curls up and goes back to sleep. Your arm wraps around Tom's torso as his wraps around your waist, leaning down to press a kiss on the side of your face.

"How was your day?" He says when you quietly close the door behind you. "Very busy but I got everything done," You say in relief. You and Tom spent the rest of night eating Pizza, drinking wine, and watching movies.

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BUCKY BARNES / WINTER SOLDIER

╰┈➤ 18+ none of these stories belong to me! this is a masterlist of all bucky barnes stories i’ve read and reblogged! just thought it would be nice to have them all in one spot! (if your fic is on here and you wish not to be, please let me know!) <3

MASTERLIST • MARVEL • 11/21/24

BUCKY BARNES ONE TWO

@onceuponastory ✰ shopping spree To fully enter the modern world, Bucky decides to switch up his wardrobe first, starting with some jeans. Unfortunately, he has no idea where to start with all the new trends and styles... but the sales assistant Y/N is more than happy to help.

@jiarkives ✰ can you watch my boyfriend for me? you do the trend where you ask your followers to watch your boyfriend.

@munsster ✰ sharing a bed You're cold, Bucky's a living heater. Need I say more? ✰ road trip You think Bucky is shallow for rejecting a pretty stranger in North Dakota. Little do you know.

@rocketrhap3000 ✰ headache after your headache interrupts a passionate night, bucky sees something on social media that causes him to fear he's pressuring you into sex.

@pellucid-constellations ✰ faking it Bucky Barnes was in love with his girl—disgustingly, annoyingly so. Enough to start fights on the ice just to make sure he saw her after a game.

@winterarmyy ✰ he hates me, doesn’t he? You hurt Bucky's girl, and now he hates you.

deactivated blog ✰ lilac wine Bucky lost the love of his life before Thanos snapped his finger. The only issue with the whole ‘moving on’ thing is: there is someone else who can bring her back. There’s somewhere he can go back to being happy in this world, and he isn’t above asking the Scarlet Witch for a place in it.

@imtryingbuck ✰ neighbors Bucky’s moved next door to you and your children, your children wants to play matchmaker.

@ellemj ✰ blurred lines part 2 When choosing a female agent to send back in time to gain young Sergeant Barnes's trust, everyone's in agreement that it should be Sharon. Until Bucky, the man that you barely get along with, speaks up and lets everyone know that it could only be you.

@buckyalpine ✰ drabble ✰ bucky vs bucky Imagine time travel going wrong again and instead of 1 Bucky you have 2; one from the present and also one from the 40′s standing on the platform with him. 

@mrs-elsie-barnes ✰ back to work Retirement, a new house, a romantic evening planned, Bucky just knew that life was all going too well . Especially when he starts being hounded to return to his superhero life.

@redwing4life ✰ forgotten alarms part 2 part 3 part 4 When you get stuck in an elevator with your neighbour (who also happens to be your crush), you discover your interest in the firefighter isn’t as one-sided as you thought.

@witchywithwhiskey ✰ a halloween trick and a halloween treat you wake shortly after midnight on halloween, thinking it must've been your rescue cat disturbing you. but when you discover a naked, sleeping stranger in your bed, you're in for a much bigger surprise.

[late-to-the-party-81]

He’s a fucking menace and delights in it! 🤣🤣

Glad you enjoyed, my darling.

Like Jello

AN: Thank you, darling Holacia, for this sweet attack. He looks totally smug in this gif - like he just fucked you real good…. Set in my Ari and his Angel ‘verse, have some PWP.

Unbeta’d.

Divider by @firefly-graphics and moodboard/banner by me.

Master list | Series master list

Relationship: Daddy!Ari x Reader (Angel)

Word Count: 500

CW: Unprotected P in V sex, Dirty talk, multiple orgasms, aftercare, smug Ari

“Oh fuck! Yes! Daddy! Like that! Please! Like that! I’m gonna… gonna…”

Words failed you as static filled your brain, and your body convulsed like an electrical current had passed through you.  You could only register three things; the orgasmic pleasure coursing through your body, threatening to shut it down, the steady pounding of Ari’s hips against the back of your thighs, not missing a beat for a single second, and his deep chuckle as he watched you unravel beneath him.

As the waves of ecstasy slowed, all the tension disappeared from your body. Your arms and legs felt useless, refusing your commands. The only reason your legs weren’t lying like overcooked noodles on the mattress was due to the fact that they were still hooked over Ari’s hips, around his frankly sinfully slim waist.

Your boyfriend shifted his position, leaning fully over you, his large hands planted either side of your head. Ari’s shaggy hair flopped forwards, falling into his face, and it took all your strength just to reach up and brush it back with a dopey smile. 

Your big, beefy boyfriend grinned back, his white teeth a contrast against the dark blonde of his beard, before he sped up his movements, seeking his own moment of unbridled pleasure in the warm embrace of your body. You writhed under him, the new rhythm and angle seeking to draw more pleasure from your wrung out body.

Ari dipped his head and nipped at your earlobe.

“You got another one for me, Angel? Gonna come for Daddy again? Need to feel you milking me, baby. Feels so fucking good on my cock. Come on. Give it to me. Let me feel you.”

His breath was warm on your skin and his words were sweet like honey. There was no way your body was going to refuse him.

You cried out again, the waves slower but deeper, a soft suffusion of pleasure this time, covering your body like a blanket.

Ari groaned in your ear and pulsed inside your pussy, and you managed to hook one of your legs over his, anchoring the two of you together. You welcomed the way he gently collapsed on top of you. He might be big and heavy, but sometimes you enjoyed the feeling of him pressing you into the mattress while you both came down from your highs.

As your brain came back online you managed to raise your arms to wrap around his neck. You turned your head and pressed kisses to any patch of his skin you could reach. Ari raised his own head and faced you, dropping a kiss in return to your lips, before reluctantly drawing away from you and getting up. You watched him walk across to the bathroom while you lay in the remains of your bliss in the tangled sheets, shamelessly ogling the play of muscles across his back, as well as his tight ass.

When he returned he kissed you, soft and sweet, as he wiped a damp cloth through your folds, cleaning you up. Your eyes were hooded, a smile on your face as you watched him pull on his briefs, shorts and sleeveless tee.

“You getting up, Angel?”

“Nuh-uh.” You slowly shook your head. “Can’t. Been fucked to good. My entire body is now jello.”

Ari just smiled smugly.

“My work here is done.”

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[livwritesstuff]

Any recommendations from your Steve and Hopper deep dive? I love them and just thank you for your Steddie Dads posts they always brighten my day <3

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okay i heard y'all loud and clear. i'm working on expanding my steve & hopper drabble into a full fic. in the meantime - here are some recs from my deep dive the other day :)

The Nightly Stroll - RurouniHime

truly a top tier fic to me in general. it's the hop-POV that makes me want to write a hop-POV. peak dad-hopper energy even if there's less of that Steve-Hopper parent relationship there. definitely the one that made me say *ok but what if Steve got to be a brat about it??*

the road not taken looks real good now (it always leads to you in my hometown) - elsie (the_technorats)

hop and steve talking at eddie’s makeshift funeral. some solid (and sometimes sad) banter b/w them and definitely the sense that steve gets to just be a kid here more than he’s used to

My Heart Has Changed And My Soul Has Changed - Atalia_Gold

Hopper and Steve chopping wood together. feat. both of them fighting against minuscule emotional ranges, and also eddie thirsting after steve in the background

you play the dirt and i'll play the water - birthdaycandles

SO fun. eddie-pov in which cops get called after a bar fight and a perplexed eddie watches as hop and steve (who clearly have a whole history) interact. super similar vibe to mine if that's what you're looking for!!

also, a good handful of greatunironic's fics include a parent-son type of relationship between Steve and Hopper. All of them are totally devastating and amazing and beautiful but I particularly recommend their series eating in the underworld (a what-if situation where steve ends up in russia with hop post-season 3). The first work in the series is from Joyce's POV which, believe me, is even more devastating.

also also, I don't typically self-plug but my series the satellite and the sky has a handful of Steve & Hop father/son-esque moments with the same kind of dynamic as the drabble i posted yesterday - particularly Steve's chapters of honeydew (you love me well) and the first chapter of plant a seed (we'll watch it grow) - definitely not the main story but maybe it's worth mentioning :)

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Azriel x Reader | Soft Hands

type: fluff, drabble warning(s): none, maybe mentions of scars word count: 533 request: @elsie-bells The reader always has hand cream on her and loves to do her nails, so it's not uncommon for her to randomly grab Az's hands and softly massage cream into them, or file his nails. and he just melts! 

- all rights reserved -

A sheepish smile spreads over Azriel’s face, his gaze trained on you, on how your hands hold his bigger one. Your hands are already moisturised and now you are massaging the aloe vera scented cream into his hands.

Azriel’s marred skin feels rough on yours, just like his calluses and it tells you that it was high time for you to finally take care of his hands again. Azriel would never openly ask you for it, or even admit it that he would want it now, so you always have to take matters into your own hands — quite literally. Oh, but does Azriel love these moments. He almost moans, letting you work your magic. You take care of each on of his fingers, softly massaging his marred skin. There is music playing in the background, some classical music recorded from an orchestra from the Rainbow. You put up some candles and dimmed the light in the room before you put on a face mask. Azriel didn’t want to wear one, he just wanted you to take care of his hands. 

“We are also doing your nails later on,” you say, a small smile playing on your lips. Azriel raises a brow, slight amusement etched into his features. “We are?”

“Yes!” you express happily, and move on to his other hand after having scooped up some more cream. Azriel has his biggest scar on his left hand, it stretches across the whole back of his hand, up to his wrist. Through the dry winter air, the edges lift a little and from how often Azriel is rubbing his hand, and scratching it you know it burdens him. You put an extra amount of cream there, your thumbs carefully and ever so slightly working it in. “I remember when you told me about how you got the scars.” “It was at the House of Wind.” You smile at the memory — it is a sad smile though. “Yes, it was. We had been dating for two weeks I think and I was so proud of you for opening up, but at the same time I felt so violent about them having done this to you.”

Azriel smiles a little and closes his eyes. “My wonderful mate.”

“I still feel violent.” You bring his left hand to your mouth and kiss his knuckles. “But let’s not talk about that now, I just want good feelings tonight.” Azriel agrees and then also agrees to letting you file his nails. You do it gently and carefully, tending to each of his finger nails. Azriel smiles constantly, watching your concentrated and focused expression and falls even more in love with you in this very moment. You accept him the way he is, accept his body the way it is. You never cared about his scars, you were curious, of course, he cannot blame you for that, but it was never uncomfortable. You love him the way he is, and he loves you the way you are. And now, he loves you — if that is even possible— just a bit more, silently regarding you while you do your work, his eyes glowing with admiration and his chest warming with love. 

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[buckets-and-trees]

I read a lot of incredible fics in 2023, but these were the ones that blew me away beyond anything:

ASPEN'S FAVORITE READS 2023

Ted Lasso x Reader

Victory Lap by @ozarkthedog

Max Burnett x Reader x Nick Fowler

The Truth Will Set You Free and Reluctant by @navybrat817/Navy

Andy Barber & Ari Levinson & Ransom Drysdale & Nick Fowler & Steve Kemp x Female Reader

Giving Your Body and Soul to the Warlocks by @witchywithwhiskey

Nick Fowler x Reader

Home is a Heavy Heart by @sunshinebuckybarnes Partners in Crime by Navy Anew by Elsie Taking Care by @nickfowlerrr Clockwork AU by @sgt-seabass (plus many other characters) Sweet and Stained by @biteofcherry/Eva See Through You by Navy

Ari Levinson x Reader

Sweet Thrill by Navy Good With All Three by @blackleatherjacketz Down Again by Navy In a Field of Wildflowers with Ari by Eva Bartender FWB Ari series by @ghotifishreads +can we keep moving in the after hours? +domestic husband+Jukebox Jonesing+horny Monday to pining+make outs and more Yours to Have by Eva

M'Baku x Reader

From On High @boxofbonesfic

Curtis Everett x Reader

Sacred Hunt by Navy Branded by @stargazingfangirl18 Fulfilled by @stargazingfangirl18 The Fabric of Your Flesh by @ghotifishreads

Natasha Romanov x Bucky Barnes

Over and Over and Over Again by @drabbles-mc

Steve Rogers x Reader

Heat Inducing by Navy Make the Dust Fly by Eva A Deal with the Devil Comes with Wicked Strings by Molly Touch the Darkness by Eva A Shelter in the Storm by Molly Captain America's Sweetheart by @vonalyn And All Was Lost by Molly

Stucky

Timeless Desires by @smutconnoisseur

Stucky x Reader

A Monster, A Captain, and A Soldier by Molly

Bucky Barnes x Reader

To the Rescue by @ghostofskywalker Shatter by Navy Hot Girl Shit by @awake-dearheart You Don't Own Me by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky Send Me an Angel by Navy Tired Eyes by @lovelybarnes Bring Your Wife to Work Day by Elsie My Queen by @adrinktostopyourthirst Single Mom Reader by @buckyalpine Two Sides of the Same Coin by Navy Alcohol You Later by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky Hellfire, Take My Soul by @rookthorne A Tide of War and Broken Dreams by @sgt-seabass Metal Arm Kink by @adrinktostopyourthirst Lachrymose by @rookthorne Soft/Emotive Sex with Bucky by @adrinktostopyourthirst Warrior/Worrier by @delaber The Pineapple Contract by @buckyismybicycle Bucky with a virgin reader by Eva You Belong to Me, I Belong to You series by Molly drabble by @vonalyn Rooted in Love by @jobean12-blog Love in Bloom by Jo That's the Way Love Goes by Jo Unbound by You by @vonalyn Codename: Lazarus series by @sagechanoafterdark Halloween is the Perfect Time for Tricks–and Treats by Molly Missing You by @nickfowlerrr

[birdylion]

20 Questions for Fic Writers Tag Game

@beatrice-otter tagged me, thanks!

1. how many works do you have on AO3?

28, of which 11 are in German, 17 in English. Of the English fics, 2 are podfics and 1 is filk (for the lyrics someone else wrote). I should re-record that last one, I've become a much better singer since then.

2. what’s your total AO3 word count?

55,059 words

3. what fandoms do you write for?

Various, and rarely a lot in one fandom these days. Mass Effect and Rivers of London are my current go-to fandoms.

4. what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

What we're made of (Harry Potter: trans Viktor Krum at the Yule Ball with Hermione)

Sleepless Night (Good Omens: hurt/comfort double drabble about insomnia)

The Darkest Prison (Rogue One: pre-canon Baze/Chirrut fic about the early days of Imperial occupation and Baze's loss of faith in the Force)

Breathe, breathe in the air (Rivers of London: see my anwer to the smut question, Peter/Beverley and Peter/Old Beverley)

Bintumani (Rivers of London: Elsie Winstanley & Peter's mom have an adventure in Sierra Leone)

The first 3 are no surprise because they're all in rather big fandoms. The first one was for the "Trans Wizard Tournament" so it got lots of readers from there. The next two contain popular ships of their fandoms. The last two are a bit of a surprise, but they haven't that many kudos overall, just more than the others, and they are both from Yuletide and probably get some of their readers from there. The rest of what I write is either in niche fandoms or very niche within a bigger fandom or not in English.

5. do you respond to comments?

Yep, although I can take a while.

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Under the burning sun (Mass Effect: Kaidan and Shepard go back to Virmire to grieve Ashley)

A fic about two survivors of a mission grieving their colleague who died on said mission. One feels responsible because he made the decision who to leave behind, the other feels guilty because he was saved while his colleague was left to die. Doesn't get any angstier than that in my book.

7. what’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Phew hard to say, perhaps it's "Spürst du die Funken" (see my answer to the translation question)

8. do you get hate on fics?

Never got any hate mail, but then I don't have much of an audience either so the chances are slim.

9. do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I started recently, as in, over the last 1.5 years or so. There's one unpublished and unfinished fic that was actually the first, which only consists of a series of sexual fantasies so far but will lead to inadvisable undernegociated kinky sex between two characters who suck at communication and have loads of emotional baggage between them. There's another one that I actually published, a ... kind of weird metaphysical sex scene in which two characters have sex in the real world but also one of them has sex with the other's metaphysical alter ego on another plane of existence.

10. do you write crossovers?

I have 1 crossover WIP that I haven't touched in a long time, Rivers of London x The Old Guard, re:immortality. I tend to be intimidated by them because doing the different sources materials justice within one work sounds more challenging than if it's just one on its own.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope, but there's a half finished translation into English of one of my German fics, a HP Dean/Seamus getting together story with gray-aromantic bi Dean and gay Seamus.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes, with @shakespearerants, but it's not published yet.

Also, the vast majority of my writing output (easily 20-30k words a year, used to be as high as 50k) is for a forum-based, long-form text writing RPG, which may count as co-writing and may count as fic.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

I once wrote a 70k Harry Potter fanfic in German, a schoolgirl romance between Minerva McGonagall and Pomona Sprout (with my own character backgrounds for them). It would need much editing to be in any way presentable - the text is missing the character arcs I intended to put in it, I decided to change one of the characters' age and school year halfway in, and the ending would need a lot more preparation to be satisfying. And while I'm proud to have written 70k words of fanfic, I cannot overstate how little interest I have in connecting with others over Harry Potter these days, and I wouldn't enjoy interacting with readers about it. So I'm never going to share it and it's never going to be anything else than a first draft.

Edit: I just noticed I read the question wrong (I was very tired yesterday), but I'll keep my answer that way because the point stands: I'd like to have finished it because more satisfying than having written a 70k fic would be having it polished and published, but for aforementioned reason that's not going to happen.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Writing distinct character voices, I think. At least in German.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Dialogue! It always takes a lot of editing work to make it lively.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Ohh, lots. Basically the question is "what are you trying to achieve"? Why would the character do it? If you write dialogue in another language, which of the characters understands it, and do you want your readers to understand it? If two characters switch languages, why not say "[...] she said in French"?

The one fic in which I put the most thought about how to convey language is probably "What we're made of", the trans Viktor Krum fic, which is written from his perspective, but I elected not to add a orthographic representation of his accent, because he wouldn't be aware of it. I did give him some grammatical errors that I thought native speakers of Bulgarian might make in English - but just in direct speech and not in his internal monologue (all errors are mine there) because I assume his internal monologue to be in Bulgarian.

I did use some cyrillic, namely I used the spelling of "Hermione" from the Bulgarian HP4, from the scene in which Hermione tells him how to pronounce her name, because he would think about the pronounciation by way of the cyrillic spelling.

Also there's this sentence: "She pronounced his name ‘Victor’, as if it was English. A short i, the o as a short a, almost like ъ, and the r in that strange way English people pronounced their r, with bared front teeth." (ъ being the Bulgarian cyrillic letter for a schwa sound)

I haven't had any good opportunities to actually write dialogue in another language. One reason would be if the character was code switching, but then I'd want to be sure (in most cases) that readers who don't speak the language could still follow, so I probably wouldn't put the whole dialogue in another language, just a phrase or two, and have another character react to that. It could be fun as an easter egg for readers who speak both.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

The first story for which I tried writing a continuation was some horse book set in Cornwall with Endurance riding.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Always the one I finished last? I don't know. I'm always proud that they're finished, and they all scratch an itch.

I'm tagging @freizusein, @astronicht, @hermitknut, @weatheredlaw, @shakespearerants, @evolutionsbedingt, @perching-owl

[sleekervae]

Past Lives [1.5]

Masterlist

A/N: Hi babies! This chapter's going to be a little shorter, serving as more of a drabble, but we're getting more intimacy, more fluff, and all the feels.

Warnings: fluff, angst, generic mentioning of smut

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Christmas had come and gone in the sheer blink of an eye. And while Jade was dreading the return to Toronto winters, seeing her family again made up for it. And while her mother was grateful to have Jade home again, she made it clear she wasn't here to just lounge around. The first thing Jade and Mason did was shovel the walkway, grumbling to each other as the tiny ice flakes floated down over their heads to ruin what progress they had made.

Her old house was full, her mother had invited some of the relatives over, little cousins were running around the Christmas tree while Mason had taken to teaching them how to make wreaths out of popsicle sticks. Jade had taken to baking the kourabiedes and vasilopita while her mother prepared a delicious feast of lamb and potatoes.

The house was chaotic, loud with raucous laughter of older uncles telling stories and aunties gathering around the piano to sing old carols. The kitchen was blistering hot, but given the three feet of snow that awaited outside, Jade didn't mind. She had missed her family so much.

Christmas in South Carolina looked a little different for Austin. He and his dad had packed a couple bags to go visit his sister and her husband, who by now had carved out a comfortable environment for themselves on the East Coast. Regardless to say the family was elated to have Austin back after so long, and while it still took a little while for Austin to adjust to being back with his family, the intimate Christmas celebrations were just what he'd needed.

Austin sat amongst his family in the living room, the fireplace crackling away comfortable while they watched Miracle on 34th Street. It was snowing on Christmas Night, not harshly but it was enough for the neighbourhood kids to rejoice in. He was startled when his phone buzzed under his leg, curious to see Jade had sent him a photo. She was sitting by a window, frost crackling across the glass as the snow was obviously sitting very high, about four or five feet off the ground. She was pulling a face, somewhat exasperated somewhat amused, completely adorable.

Snowed in?

He'd texted her

Not yet, getting close. How's the snow over there?

She replied a minute later.

Smiling coyly, Austin reached over to take a picture of the snow outside the window. There was just over a foot and a half. He sent it to her, sniggering to himself as she responded with a middle finger emoji.

His father snuck a glance at him from his seat, curious but didn't press on about what was so important on that phone. But he knew, he'd seen that smile on Austin's face before, and without uttering a word, he sat back in his chair without another word, giddy.

Two weeks into the new year, Jade had the video shoot for Masochist. She wasn't sure what sort of deal Elsie had struck with whatever organization, but she managed to book out a beautiful cathedral in just shy of Little Tokyo. The strobes were being propped up, the stage was being set and the cameras and sound calibrated. Her and her bandmates were being worked on my their make up artists, chatting amongst each other about their holidays plans, light gossip, and whatever adventures they would get up to in the coming year.

Jade meanwhile was sat in her chair, dressed in tight leather pants, a white tank top and a sleek leather harness that was strapped snugly around her shoulders and waist. Dark shadows were dusted around and below her eyes and her hair was perfectly messy, she appeared as though she was ready to lead the revolution. She was reading the email Cam had forwarded to her; an invite to The Batman's premier at the beginning of March; Masochist was to be released just before the premiere date.

It would be her first public appearance in years -- her first formal one, anyway, and walking a carpet had always been a tense subject for her. Call it stage fright, call it crippling anxiety, but standing out on a pedestal, seeing flashes as opposed to faces and her own name ricochet violently in her ears was hell. No matter how often she'd beg and bargain with her management, it was slated in fine print to whatever contracts she had signed -- she had to go out there. She knew Cam felt bad for pushing them on her, but he too was binded to his job.

At least when she had to do these walks, she had Victor with her. With his hand on her hip, blue steeling for the camera; he was a nobody, and he loved the carpet moments. Thirty minutes felt like an eternity, but at least Jade had comfort that the spotlight wasn't entirely on her.

This time would be different, however.

Jade swiped the email away, a wild thought entered her brain as she opened her contacts. Maybe if she asked Austin to go? No, no, that wasn't their deal. Oh, but if she could only... wishful thinking albeit.

"Miss Theodore?" a PA approached her suddenly, a clipboard in his hand and a pager on his belt. Were pagers still a thing? "We're all ready for you,"

"Thank you," she smiled at him.

As she started walking towards the set, she had a sudden realization, her phone feeling as though it would burn in her pocket. Maybe Chris would go with her? He was a mogul in the industry, he probably wouldn't mind at all?

Austin couldn't help but wipe his clammy hand on his pants pocket, third time in, what -- fifteen minutes? The drive over to her place was frustratingly long, car horns blaring, grid lock backing up at an all time high. They were only half way through January, why were there so many people out and about?

Whilst he'd been sitting in traffic, the pet shelter on the boulevard had caught his attention. It was an independent shelter from the SPCA, colourful posters with adorable cartoon animals were plastered across the windows. Right in his line of sight was a bunny, grey, floppy ears, and a big smile. He wondered if Jade had known about this shelter, perhaps this was where she could find herself a lovely little rabbit?

He strolled up the stairs to her door, taking a deep breath in and out. Why was he so nervous? They were only going out to see a movie, the kind of platonic stuff friends always did together. But then he hadn't seen her since before Christmas, sure he'd talked to her plenty, but just being around her was like being around a flickering ball of energy, always renewing him in the most curious ways.

He rang the doorbell, ten seconds, twenty seconds, he straightened his posture as he heard shuffling suddenly. The door suddenly whipped open, revealing Jade -- dressed, but clearly flustered.

"Hey," she gasped.

"Hi," he smiled.

She glanced momentarily at her watch, "Fuck, I thought you were coming at seven, I'm sorry," she stepped aside to let him in.

"It's all good," he assured her. She was dressed in a white ribbed dress, figure hugging and falling just past her knees with white converse; one eye had eyeliner drawn on, "They always show twenty minutes worth of previews, anyway,"

"I know, still," she huffed, starting back for her room, "Make yourself comfortable, I'll be ten minutes,"

Austin couldn't help it as the corner of his lips curled, he called her back, "You look beautiful,"

Even in the dim lighting of her living room, he could pick off how Jade's face flushed, her bashful smile adorable, "Thanks. You look... decent," she teased back. Of course she was kidding, he always looked amazing to her.

Her baby grand sat in the corner, papers still littered across the top. Austin couldn't help but have his interest peaked as he skimmed the words on the open page. He felt his breath catch in his throat.

"Just put your hands around my throat Ain't been to heaven but I'm close Your love is a murder"

She was writing about him again, whether he'd ask or she'd admit it, he was feeling confident about that. At the top of the page she had messily scribbled Little Death. He was curious, to say the least, but he wouldn't broach the topic.

This was their first attempt at a non-sexual date. Ever since the two of them had started sleeping together, there was no way of keeping them dressed and appropriately distanced for more than half an hour. The whole point of "friends with benefits" was also playing up the "friends" bit. Though given the way they were dressed, anyone would pick off that they were on a date.

The first time they'd tried, he took her to a drive-in movie. Of course they were confined to the privacy of his car. One of his hands had slipped under her skirt. Oopsie. 

The second time they had tried for a cute walk along the beach. Which is a little uncomfortable for December in LA. At two am. Of course Jade had stuck to Austin's side and of course she had stared at the city lights as he hugged her from behind. For bodyheat reasons, of course. Of course they ended up at his place, getting a hot bath – and an unspecified number of orgasms. 

The third time she had invited him at her place for a hot chocolate and a film. They decided to watch The Dreamers. How could they not be affected by the sexual tension between Theo, Isabelle, and Matthew? It would have been an insult to their brains and their sex appeal if it didn’t turn into fucking. 

Maybe the fourth time it will work, Austin told himself. 

But tonight Jade had made a pact with him. No fucking. No foreplay, no dirty talking, no double entendres, no play on words and slips of tongue. So how was he supposed to keep his composure after reading that, knowing what she was doing in her music. One the one hand he was a little self conscious, on the other he couldn't help but be excited.

Not even ten minutes later Jade had emerged from her room one ankle locked behind the other. She saw he was looking at her music, though she didn't disturb him at first. He didn't back away, didn't appear uncomfortable or turned off. He only turned when he felt her gaze on him. She had on an oversized beige blazer thrown over her dress, her hair was tied back, her face fresh and flushed. She looked incredible.

"I'm ready,"

From the moment they left the house, it was the hardest fucking thing. No pun intended.

The King's Man was playing, there wasn't a lot of double entendres for them to play with. The theatre was crowded with people so they had to be on their best behaviour. She couldn't help but watch the way he sucked the butter off of his finger when he ate his popcorn. The sound he'd made was more or less the same sound he made when he ate her out.

In retaliation, she had found herself involuntarily teasing him with the way she was eating her chocolate bar, taking a bite too big and swiping some smudged chocolate off of her lip with her thumb. Again, she hadn't meant to.

His hand was on her knee. 

The heel of her shoe slid up his calf. 

They had opted to share a milkshake. 

Of course he saw the vanilla milk stain her lips. 

Of course he fixed his pants discretely. 

Jade could hardly pay attention to the movie and when it was over she realized she had barely picked up what had happened, so lost in her own head. And now they were both standing in front of the elevator.

"Did you like the movie?" he asked her.

"It was great," she replied.

He caught hold of her hand, “See, we’re doing good,” he said with a smile, “We’re doing excellent. Behaving. Platonic. Absolutely nice. Appropriate.”

Jade laughed, she was unsure whether he was trying to convince her or himself.

With a ding the elevator opened. Austin hesitated for a second: he wanted to lead her in with a hand around her waist, but he knew how easy it was for his hand to go waist-hip-ass in a nanosecond, without him even noticing. 

Both in, the doors closed. 

Shit. Austin wasn’t doing good, he realized. Did he really agree to this? Could he really send her home now? No going back at his, watching her take off those dusty sneakers and her figure hugging dress and emerge from it in green lace and silk from that lovely boutique she had confessed to frequenting for her pieces.

She smiled at him politely once he looked at her. They were both waiting for the other one to call the whole plan off so they could just get rid of the tension. 

But he kept staring at her. 

The doors opened. They moved to the parking lot. Climbed into the car. They stared at each other some more. Conversation felt somehow futile. He took the long way to get her home tonight, she didn't protest. He held her hand until they reached her house.

Jade felt her heart freeze as she realized they wouldn’t share the same bed tonight.    

“We’re here," she said. Already. 

“Yup,” he said, trying to be cheerful. 

“So, I’ll see you soon?”

“I’ll text you as soon as I get back home," he assured her. 

“Okay. Then... goodnight," she murmured, stretching to kiss his cheek. 

He half hugged her, “Goodnight.”

She got out of the car, quickly heading inside her house. As soon as she was safe inside, she saw his car leave. 

Undressing and getting ready for bed was torture. She was nervous, upset, lonely and too angry to be horny. 

As Jade got under the covers, she received his text, I’m home. Sleep tight ;)

She replied to him with a thumb-up and a heart, putting down her phone and trying to sleep. More than anything she found herself staring at the ceiling, the melody for Bossa Nova 22 was echoing in her ears.

It took Jade half an hour of nerves and frustration to decide to pick up her phone again, Can’t sleep. Would you come over?

The moment she hit send she felt ridiculous. He was probably already asleep, or it was late enough he probably couldn't be bothered to drag himself out of bed. The not two minutes later her screen lit up, so did her face.

Coming

Twenty minutes later Austin was at her door. Thank God it was late enough he could drive to her place easily.

The moment he laid eyes on her, tired and sad, he simply hugged her close and waddled to her bedroom, helping her to lay down. He took off his sweatpants with sharp tugs, his jumper also coming off quickly to reveal a simple t-shirt. 

He slipped under the comforter beside her. His body felt hot from the heat in his car but it still conserved the cold bite of the winter night. 

"I'm sorry," she chuckled sheepishly.

"Why?" he asked.

"Because I made you drive all the way back here for my needy ass," she grumbled.

Austin simpered, stroking away the loose hairs over her forehead, "Nobody made me do anything, Jade. I’m here now. I’ve got you,”

Jade relaxed at his side.

She fell asleep without a minute’s wait. He fell asleep at her side, hugging her front to his chest and combing her hair. His large hand slipped under her shirt, not seeking anything naughty, only providing a cozy warmth as he rubbed up and down her back. It had been a while since Jade had fallen asleep like this; the biggest emotion coursing through her was safety. The second was... did she dare call it love?

No, affection. She was affectionate for him. That was all, that was what it had to be.

[anomalyaly]

Glow in the Dark

(A "Secrets of the Silent Stars" Drabble)

“What are you doing out of bed?”

Elsie had stayed up late in the Ravenclaw common room to prepare for the first day of classes. She was surprised to see her little sister awake at this time of night.

“I had a nightmare.”

She patted the spot next to her for Lydia to curl up beside her, just as they had done so many times in their own home when darkness would creep in, both in the literal and metaphorical sense. 

“I don’t like how dark it gets in there,” Lydia said, her voice small and meek. “It makes me feel so alone.”

Elsie closed her book and put her arms around her sister. “It’s only your first night. I promise, it will get easier as the year goes on.”

“But what if it doesn’t?” Tears welled in the little girl’s eyes. She was only a first year, after all.

Elsie smiled softly and pulled out her wand. “You know, you’re a witch now. There’s a spell you can cast to light up the dark.”

“There is?”

She nodded sagely. “Lumos.”

The tip of Elsie’s wand illuminated as she cast it, and Lydia gasped, her face lighting up with joy.

“My wand will glow in the dark?”

She stood up on the couch and waved her own wand, mimicking Elsie’s motion. “Lumos!”

The child beamed with excitement and gave her older sister a hug. “Thank you, SiSi! You’re the best witch in the whole wide world!”

Elsie grinned as she watched Lydia run back into her first year dorm, the light from her wand guiding her way.

Sweet dreams, Lydi-bug.

AO3/Wattpad

[chaezaqueue]

WIP Title Game

I got tagged by @heylittleriotact in this game! :D

Here's their post (love their fic, also!)

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

Amrayllis Smp rip

Ascended Astarion Death Scene

Astarion Before The Timeloop

chapter 5 retelling concept

drabbles and what not

elias as pc

elsi - the dark urge (durge)

lyra again haha

Lyra Nightblade concept warlock haha my trauma **

prologue for a4tsobbaf

Reylo fix-it and venting.

** I am realizing now that this is a bad wip title. You can ask me about this but I had to quit writing it for a bit because it actually is very fucked up LMAO

I can't tag 11 People LOL. tagging @covfefeships @sweetlywingedcreation @stargatenovus and @reddest-x

[thelightsandtheroses]

Weekly Wrap Up #1

What's that? We're moving from monthly to weekly wrap-ups/rec lists?

This Week’s Fic Recs

These are just a few of the fics I’ve enjoyed this week. As always. please be mindful of any content warnings and I believe all fics/ blogs are 18+

Javier Peña Señorita - chapter 7 @lavendertales I finally caught up on this fic and damn, it was worth the wait! Let Me Love You - @thetriumphantpanda A very hot Javi one shot come away with me and we'll kiss - @undercoverpena I will read anything jo writes for the late night texts universe.

Joel Miller Observations - @ezrasbirdie I loved this fic and the sweet flirting between the reader and Joel.

Ezra (Prospect) Compulsion - chapter 8 - @iamskyereads Skye has created the most vivid and brilliant world and OFC in this fic. I adore her writing so much.

My Writing This Week

I don't know what happened to me this week, but I managed to post three different things (if we count last Saturday, which for today we will). I won't lie, I feel super proud of this achievement:

Joel Miller Your Hand In Mine [series] Drabble - you're face to face with the man who sold the world Chapter Two - there goes the fear again

Frankie Morales After Rain [drabble]

What I've Been Up To This Week

The past couple of months have not been easy and work has been super busy recently, however I still had some good experiences this week. Over the weekend, I visited a new-to-me local Indian restaurant (really lovely food), and I also treated myself to a new book.

What I've Read:

The Good Daughter - Laure Van Rensburg

Reckless - Elsie Silver

What I've Listened to, Watched or Played:

All of the Noah Kahan - Stick Season is the album I play on repeat going to work these days

I started listening to Laugh Track by the National on a work friend's recommendation as I do like the National anyway.

I have been listening to Dream Girl Evil by FLorence and the Machine on repeat since it was used in The Other Black Girl TV adaption.

I've been playing Spiderman: Miles Morales - I cannot help but love this game so far. It's really good fun

I started another TLOU rewatch because it feels autumnal to me and it will help with fic research. That's my excuse anyway 😂

I also watched Wilderness on prime, which had some definite potential and great songs in the soundtrack but didn't really work for me overall.

How was your week?

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

Dad!Tom Blyth x reader au masterlist

divider by @s-hyia

My Girl

Brunch Date

First Premiere

DRABBLES

Running Errands

Daddy’s Girl

First Priority

Elsie reacts to Tom’s blonde buzz cut

A walk in the park

Billy the Kid Set

First Priority

lmk if u wanna be in the taglist for dad!tom blyth x reader fics :)

[lcverwrites]

masterlist.

↝⠀ 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧⠀!!

marinette. 24. she/her. raging scorpio energy. currently living through targaryen brainrot. current book obsession: heartless by elsie silver.

here's a current masterlist for all my active works and drabbles, I have only written for aemond and aegon targaryen, but am open to writing for all house of the dragon/game of thrones characters!

my requests are currently open !

↝⠀ 𝗞𝗘𝗬⠀!! authors favourites: ✧ tooth rotting fluff: ❋ smut (minors dni): ♡ sad hours (angst): ♢

↝⠀ AEMOND TARGARYEN⠀!!

aemond targaryen x targaryen!reader (daemon's daughter) drabble one aemond targaryen x targaryen!reader (daemon's daughter) drabble two ✧

↝⠀ AEGON TARGARYEN⠀!!

the lovers ♢

↝⠀ AEMOND X READER X AEGON⠀!!

bad for business (modern au) ― (part two) ♡✧