#funfiction

[n-i-m-u-e]

sorry it's not funny content, just my little angry and big upset spitch

I just went to ao3 and found that one of my favorite lucemondauthors, has stopped writing one of my favorite ff. Because of hate towards Aemond in this fic. And I was so incredibly upset, I almost cried because it was a really good, sweet and lovely story. But now its finished on a very dramatic and unhappy spot. And I'm very apologies, but wHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE? Someone, who been so kind and spends time to share a their love and imagination with you for free, but instead of thanking them and enjoying it, you're so displeased that it makes the author stop working.

I will never understand this. If you don't like it, don't read it!!! What's the problem? Lucemond`s fanfiction is not on the list of must-reads for the summer or anything like that. And if you want one of the fictional characters in a fictional story to behave or not behave the way you like, WRITE YOUR OWN STORY!

[jokergirlout]

Those people next to me when I write a hardcore gay fucking

[tvchi]

TVCHIVERSE: Where Fandoms Collide and Stories Ignite

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Take This Cup

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[sibunamoments]

Kinda part ||

And then Patricia became a sinner.

She had forgotten how to feel anything but emptiness and hatred, barely bordering on dull pain. She didn't really remember how it happened: it was just that at some point everything turned dirty gray, and somewhere in the area of her heart a black hole formed, it seemed caused if not by the explosion of a star, then by a surge of despair and hatred for sure. Consciousness was now soaked from top to bottom with this poison, as if poisoning every cell of the body, leaving no chance of escape.

If she could have regained control for even a minute, she would have strangled herself.

- Patricia, damn it, Yacker, come on, open your eyes! — the guy almost shouted another night, barely noticeably patting Williamson on the cheeks.

Nightmares plagued his girlfriend for several months, and each time Eddie was more scared of it. He was horrified by how quickly, if the girl only sobbed or jerked violently, he would wake up and almost automatically hover over her, pinning her arms to the bed: Patricia kept trying to scratch her face and neck, as if trying to really get rid of the suffocating mask. The girl had to wake up from this nightmare again and again with incredible efforts, take a deep breath and stop twitching, trying in every possible way to get rid of the tight grip of the boy. Often her sharp knees reached their target, leaving no weak blows somewhere in the area of Miller's kidneys.

Friends and colleagues periodically made fun of his bruises and scratches on his body: "It was a hot night, wasn't it, boy?" one of them snorted, shoving him in the shoulder, spreading a sly grin and winking. Eddie just nodded silently, remembering in chilling horror the despair and tears in Patricia's eyes, who finally got out of the captivity of her own consciousness.

- Eddie, I tried... - she muttered, clutching her head in her hands, pressing her whole body against the headboard. - I tried to do to you... to make you... - as if in a delirium, she continued to say it, biting her lips and digging her sharp nails into the thin, delicate skin on her own shoulders.

- This is a dream, baby, you didn't do anything wrong, - he whispered, gently pulling her to him, intercepting her palms again. - It's all right.

- But I wanted it. - finally waking up, she said softly. - I don't want to remember it, but I do. - Patricia closed her eyes wearily and lowered her head as Eddie hugged her tightly with strong arms, continuing to whisper something softly in her ear.

Of all those who fell into the power of Ammut, it was Williamson who had similar problems. And let these attacks become less frequent, but every such night from time to time still exhausted and weakened the girl.

Yes, tomorrow, anyway, she would wake him up with a bubbly laugh and sparkling eyes so that he would make them his signature pancakes for breakfast, while she herself would lazily brew his favorite coffee with milk, as if nothing had happened. And he was fascinated and amazed by this: how can she step over herself like that, stay so strong and maintain this everyday ease; fooling around in the morning, kissing him so sweetly, but with the same sly smile, fishing chocolate out of his hands with the dexterity of a cat, and pouring wine into tall glasses in the evening, and biting her lips so seductively, looking straight into his eyes.

However, none of his huge T-shirt or shirt on her could hide from Eddie how much the girl had lost weight in such a short time: the skin seemed transparent, and fine lines of veins could be seen almost all over her body; Patricia was increasingly startled by unexpected loud noises and smiled nervously when he caught her combing another scratches on the neck. He didn't know what to do or who to turn to for help, knowing only one thing: despite all these "I promise I'll get over it, cockroach" and "everything will be fine, it just takes time," it's damn hard for Patricia.

And he knew that the main culprit of all this was himself.

Endlessly replaying this hellish period of their lives in his head, he tried to understand, to remember what could have led to this. Eddie accepted the fact that it was a quarrel with him, even provoked by Denby, that caused his girlfriend to lose her soul, but he felt that this was not all: of all sinners, it was Williamson who was haunted by fragments of memories that so mercilessly burst into her head, arranging a real Armageddon there.

Which means there was something else.

And the realization that it was Eddison himself made him literally howl in despair. Then, at the entrance to the house with a gate, when he decided that the most appropriate in the situation of the impending end of the world would be fervent, albeit completely sincere, speeches about his feelings, probably at that moment the consciousness, the soul of Patricia, his Patricia, tried to free themselves from the cage into which they were driven. It was probably after that she began to understand what she was doing, and therefore to analyze and remember.

That's why neither Fabian nor Alfie remembers, but she has to go back to it with every cell of her body, time after time. And now he is responsible for everything that happens in the girl's head when these memories break through and suffocate her.

— Eddie, look at me. - Williamson said softly but firmly, looking straight into the eyes of the guy, now so tired and pale, who had been staring at the lamp on their bedside table for several minutes. — Everything will be fine. I can handle it. — She smiled at the corners of her lips. - Please, cockroach, stop harassing yourself. I love you so much, - the girl froze, nervously brushing her hair off her face, averting her emerald eyes. — What you did and said is worth absolutely every nightmare.

Laughing hoarsely, he touched his lips to her forehead, which was still wet with sweat, holding her tighter, even closer to him, although it seems that this is impossible. Watching as her breathing gradually steadied and her body relaxed, Eddie tried not to betray the crazy excitement and awe that filled him.

The fear for this beautiful girl, who was now so peacefully ensconced in his arms, who had to overcome so much, made his heart fill with senseless anger mixed with such a burning desire to hide, protect, secure.

He was ready to swear that he could stop any damn end of the world if her well-being was at stake.

One word from her and he would rush into fire, water, and utter hell.

[dogreed-blog]

Legacy of Kain Fourge of Nosgoth. Canceled fun fiction.

Part One.

Warning. I created this post using a mobile phone and Google translator. In such conditions, there may be errors in the text that are difficult to avoid. I apologize in advance. Those people who mastered this text, you are real heroes :)

Hello everyone, first of all I would like to dedicate this post to the topic of the story that I created during my work on the drawings.

Due to the fact that the project is not completed, I will describe something in the format of a story. I will explain the other part in general terms.

Introduction

First of all, I want to say that this is not canon, but fan fiction and there are many reasons for that. First of all, I'm an old fan and I want to see how this series progresses. But there have been no games for twenty years. Secondly, I started with soul reaver 1 and also liked to look for materials related to the development of these games. In general, I wanted to see a mix of dark fantasy and techno thriller. But as time and recent experience have shown, a lot of fans want something completely different.

A lot of people see this series as a light fairy tale with religious overtones, and it seems to me that some of the developers do too. For these reasons, I don't see the point in doing what I planned, but I'm not going to be silent either.

Today I will tell you a story that I have collected from non-included materials and pieces of lore. I will also use my work as an example and materials from games, so that there are fewer questions and non-docks.

A little bit about game development.

And so in order to understand why many games have so many secrets, sometimes you need to look for answers not in the game itself, but in the history of its creation.

I'll start with the fact that there is a gap of seven years between the first game released in 1996 and the last in 2003. In addition, these games were not only created by different studios, but during the period of their creation, the authors faced a lot of difficulties. Starting from tight deadlines, ending with problems with communication between studios. In addition, the genre of this series often underwent a kind of renaissance due to the fact that completely different people were engaged in it, who used the developments from their games.

Therefore, blood omen 1 is a typical European dark fantasy. At the same time, soul reaver 1 has a completely different style with the beginnings of techno fantasy. And in blood omen 2, we could see locations resembling quake 2.

Vampirism in Legacy of Kain.

Before I begin, I want to touch on the concept of vampirism and its rules. This is more of a theory based on the world of the game, but I will explain the principle and use it. To create a vampire, you need to pull the soul out of the underworld. Blood is not necessary for the bodies, but for the nourishment of the soul of the being. Depending on who and how summoned the vampire, the creature's qualities and abilities will differ. Now about weaknesses. Most of all vampires are afraid of water, sunlight. The reason for this is that souls exist in an unnatural way. Thus they violate the laws of this world. The element of water represents the spirit world and the sun represents the physical world. In encounter the primary elements in a certain amount, the connections of the soul and body begin to collapse. The soul is pulled into the world of the dead, from which the vampire's body begins to burn, receiving magical damage. Depending on the strength of the soul, it is able to withstand these elements and adapt to them. Over time, the souls of vampires adapt to these conditions.

There are also ghosts of dead vampires in the spirit world. This is due to the fact that the bodies are still intact and the connection remains in force. This is how vampires strengthen their powers while in the world of the dead. To destroy this connection, you need to finally free the vampire's soul. Then the body will be completely destroyed in the physical world.

Now about my fan fiction, I will start chronologically with soul reaver 1 and finish with the first blood omen 1.

Soul reaver 1

Early Kain's empire era.

When Kain defeated the humans, he divided his empire into two parts. He fenced the northern part with a wall, and also put a shroud, to cover the sun. The southern part belonged to people. But they were given a ban on arming or forming their armies. The kingdoms were engaged in agroculture and paid tribute by people. Kain also founded a cult that idolizes itself among people. Members of this cult had more privileges among people.

Beyond the great wall in the north, the empire of Kain began. Six clans alternately kept watch and observed the order in the territories of people. Within the empire itself, six lieutenants kept order. Raziel was responsible for bureaucracy and public morality. Turel was responsible for the smoke shroud . Dumah led the eternal watch on the great wall. Rahab was in charge of food supplies. Zephon was the head of imperial intelligence. Melchiah was recruiting among the people who arrived.

Every hundred years, the brothers replaced each other in the watch for people and retired, thereby evolving. Over time, Kane imposed a ban on uncontrolled technological development in order to maintain social balance within his state.

With the passage of time, Kain increasingly distanced himself from the conduct of the affairs of his empire. He shifted this burden onto the shoulders of his children. Kain retreated deep into the northern mountains and after a huge number of years gathered a council. In order to voice the mistakes of the brothers on it and give them new instructions going forward for centuries. Raziel, the first of his children, led the affairs of his empire for many years. The power of Raziel was not limited only by its clan. Due to his successful policy with people, he had both many friends and enemies. Due to this, he had a huge favor with Kain. Which allowed him to evolve faster than his brothers. Kain gave Raziel the opportunity to sleep not a hundred but two hundred years. In the end, it played a cruel joke on him.

When Raziel woke up with a new gift and appeared at the council for the last time, it seemed to him that his crime was prematurely evolution. The crime was that he spoiled the will of the owner and took advantage of the privileges that he gave him. Thus, he tried to go against the higher authority, even if not intentionally. But he did not yet know that his accusations were based on completely different reasons.

Soul reaver 1 era.

After waking up in the Abyss, Raziel, as in the Original, will enter into a dialogue with the elder god. However, unlike the original, he will show him visions of what became of Nosgoth because of the empire of Kain. He will put pressure on Raziel's conscience and his desire to restore order so that he cleansed Nosgot of vampires, acting in accordance with his own beliefs. Then Raziel will go to his home. But unlike the original, its territory has become an eternal battlefield between several clans that have not been able to achieve full control over this place. Raziel will also come across groups of people and vampires unknown to him. From the general rumors it will become clear that Raziel was executed on charges of treason. Which puzzled him a little. In order to learn more and also understand what happened to his descendants, he will go to the lands of people. The passage to which was also on his territory. Wandering through the devastated terrain of people, it will become clear to the hero that with the collapse of the empire, people also went to war against each other.

Trying to understand what happened, Raziel will try to help a group of ordinary people by protecting them from bandits. In gratitude, they will tell him that there are only three kingdoms of people left who are at war with each other. The last kingdom that was handed over to Kain fell not so long ago. At the same time, the shroud is spreading further away from the wall, due to which crops are dying and people are becoming fewer. The peasants also ask Raziel to protect them from the strange figures that come from the destroyed cemetery and kidnap people. Arriving at the cemetery, Raziel will find an underground tunnel that leads to the territory of Melchiah.

At the cemetery, Raziel meets several groups of cultists who are fighting among themselves. From their conversations, it becomes clear that these people work for different vampire clans. They also declare that the one faith in Kain is dead with him. The ruler of the empire has not appeared since the execution of his child. Raziel also learns from the surviving cultists that the struggle between the clans began two hundred years after his death.

The territory of Melchiah resembles a mixture of a marble crypt and a slaughterhouse, where the skin is re-rolled and grown in an unnatural way. The members of his clan are also divided into brainless grotesques. Vampires that were sewn together from different parts and almost lost their minds. Before shamans who have intelligence. Some of which transferred themselves into statues, creating an analogue of gargoyles. Here Raziel will free the vampire hunters from whom he learns that there are many orders that have dedicated themselves to fighting the empire of Kain. The hunters themselves will consider him an angel of retribution, not knowing his true name. Next, Raziel's goal will be to enter the inner level of the crypt and free ordinary people. Also in the crypt, he learns that the mass Genocide of men a thousand years ago put the clans on the verge of death. As a result, they destroyed one of their own. To preserve the population.

Descending into the darkest levels of the crypt, Raziel notices that there are no laboratories or religious places of worship around, which were built in honor of the lieutenants. The crypt resembled a sealed black safe, which was unlocked by several people at once. But it looks like the safe was abandoned and I'm holding something back inside. Opening several levels of slabs the size of a room, Raziel stepped out into a red and black passage. Behind the campaign there was a huge hall full of stone presses and blades, in the center of which was a huge meat grinder for people. Raziel slowly made his way to the other end of this room.

Unlike the original, Melchiah will have to mock Raziel. He will tell him that with his promission, the members of the cult of Kain went against each other, back in the days when the empire flourished. He will accuse Raziel of blindness. While Raziel shone in the rays of glory, the Little brother had true power in Nosgth. All people went through him, and therefore he decided how and where the common food would go. He will also hint to Raziel that the betrayal of the brothers began long before his execution. And it was the Petty, confusing people's minds that started it. Ugly appearance doesn't bother Melchiah much, now that everything he wanted has already happened. The monstrous experiments that he put on himself and others made him invincible . Now he doesn't have to be afraid of anyone. Power and food themselves go into his hands, he does not need to do anything else. Melchiah can only eat and sleep while the world rots by itself. After defeating his brother, Raziel will receive not only a soul, but also part of the memories in which he will understand that his litle brother was not privy to much, but thought too much about himself.

From now on, I will only describe the details. With the help of vampire hunters, Raziel will find a secret passage to the caves that lead to the territory of Zephon. There he also meets vampires who are not like those belonging to the empire of Kain. From conversations, he learns that these are the descendants of Vorador, whom he hid in vaults. Now their time has come to find freedom and fight back against the decaying empire. With their common help, armies of people unite with hunters in caves. There they discuss a plan to besiege the underground city.

In addition, Raziel will also discover the symbols of his clan in the caves. However, the passageways will be swamped and there will be no opportunity to explore the location. Raziel will also notice that all the insignia on his territory have been destroyed. This suggests that his descendants may still be alive.

The history of the Silent Cathedral .

Unlike the original, the silent cathedral was originally built as another smoke factory. Unlike the one in the north, this structure was supposed to produce a smoke shroud from underground water vapor. However, the structure was never completed to the end. Initially, this was the territory of the Turel. But thanks to the actions of Zephon and Melchiah , two hundred years later people got the opportunity to get into this location and capture it. They also started a false rumor that the cathedral is a sonic weapon that can destroy all vampires. After a while, people founded an underground city and brought the construction to an end. However, the goal of Zephon and Melchiah was to rebuild the factory under the management of groundwater by someone else's hands. After a while, people were able to flood the abbey, where one of the Turel's residences was located. However, this was all part of the vampires' plan. From Melchiah 's memories, Raziel knows that Rahab was also part of this plan. The three of them easily captured the underground city with their armies .

After the city was captured, Melchiah went to his lands and after that, did not visit this location. From the information that Raziel learned, the city turned into a market for the slave trade. Zephon secretly raised his cultists and supplied his younger brother with some people for experiments.

The siege of the underground city.

Together with an Army of humans and vampire hunters, Raziel will need to infiltrate the city and help free the captive slaves. Most of which were located in the arena area. There was a selection between them to serve other clans. First he had to arrange a sabotage in several parts of the city. After the vampires are distracted, the humans will free the slaves and evacuate via an underground river on ships. Raziel will need to cover for them. Then Raziel will go to the upper part of the cathedral. After that, the Vorador vampires will flood the lower level, burying the entire underground city.

On this note, i wil finish part one of this fun fiction.

[luna-x-won]

ENG/RUS

Tarnished roses/Потускневшие розы

Jungwon gazes at the faded, ordinary dark roses — the last ones Jongseong gave him that evening. He left, leaving behind only a small piece of himself — a red ribbon wrapped around the slender bouquet, one of his most cherished possessions. All friends and acquaintances saw not expensive jewelry or bracelets on his wrist, but just the red ribbon. He remembered how, in a fit of anger, he threw the purchased flowers on the floor, shouting about how tired he was, saying many loud words — loud words of love and despair. Another fight, more tears and embraces, the eternal words of love and promises — to always stay together until the end.

If Jungwon could be in that place, in that room again, he would act differently. He would hold him tight, reassure him that everything was alright, and never let go. Two weeks of separation feel like an eternity. The numbers are no longer blocked, and their hearts have thawed. There is only one desire inside — to see each other as soon as possible and start anew. To meet him at the door with the beloved smell of bitter coffee, to gently trace his cheekbones with his fingers and leave a soft kiss on one of them. His legs lead him by themselves to that familiar and dear place. He stands hesitantly on the rug by the iron door, nervously fingering the ribbon in his hands. There’s no time to lose, but the young man remembers his first visit to Jongseong’s warm apartment: their shy glances and flushed cheeks, heartfelt conversations under a warm blanket, and the barely noticeable kiss on the cheek when saying goodbye.

Tears run down his gaunt cheeks, and his hand reaches for the doorbell. The loud chime presses on his ears but clears his mind. Jungwon feels his heart gradually stop when the unfamiliar lock clicks, and the door opens to reveal the most beloved and familiar person. Through tear-filled eyes, he still sees those familiar black ones in front of him. They look deeply and seriously, not revealing all their depth and thoughts. A warm touch on his wrist, the loud thud of the door, and a tight embrace. Tears stain the familiar home shirt, but he only presses closer to his body, feeling their nervous heartbeats in unison. Beloved hands wipe the tears from his cheeks, looking at him with longing and gratitude. Now, both of them promise each other that, in the end, they will finally be happy, without shedding a single tear.

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Чонвон смотрит на потускневшие, банальные тёмные розы — последние, что подарил Чонсон в тот вечер. Он так и ушёл, оставив совсем малую частичку себя — красную ленту, обмотанную вокруг худощавого букета, одну из его самых драгоценных вещей. Все друзья и знакомые видели на его запястье не дорогие украшения или браслеты, а лишь красную ленту. Вот он, в порыве злости, бросал купленные цветы на пол, крича о том, как устал, говоря много громких слов, громких слов о любви и отчаянии. Очередная ссора, очередные слёзы и объятия, вечные слова любви и обещаний — всегда держаться до конца.

Будь Чонвон сейчас снова в том месте, в той комнате, он бы поступил иначе. Обнял бы его, убедил, что всё в порядке, и никогда бы не отпускал. Две недели короткой разлуки длятся как целая вечность. Номера уже не заблокированы, а сердца растаяли. Внутри лишь одно желание — поскорее увидеться и начать всё с чистого листа. Встретить на пороге с любимым запахом горького кофе, провести аккуратно кончиками пальцев по чужим скулам и оставить на одной из них лёгкий поцелуй. Ноги сами ведут его в то любимое и родное место. Он топчется на ковре у железной двери, теребя ленту в руках. Времени совсем нет, но юноша вспоминает его первый визит в тёплую квартиру Чонсона: их робкие взгляды и розовые щеки, откровенные разговоры под тёплым одеялом и едва ощутимый поцелуй в щёку на прощание.

Слёзы текут по исхудавшим щекам, а рука тянется к звонку. Громкая мелодия давит на уши, но отрезвляет. Чонвон чувствует, как его сердце постепенно замирает, когда заскрипел чужой замок, и открывается дверь — самая любимая и родная. Полные слёз глаза всё равно видят напротив чужие чёрные. Они смотрят глубоко и серьёзно, не позволя�� понять всю их глубину и мысли. Тёплое прикосновение к запястью, громкий стук двери и крепкие объятия. Слёзы мажут чужую домашнюю кофту, но он только теснее прижимается к его телу, чувствуя одновременно их беспокойные сердцебиения. Любимые руки вытирают слёзы с его щёк, глядя с тоской и благодарностью. Теперь они оба обещают друг другу, что, в конце концов, останутся счастливыми до самого конца, не проронив ни единой слезинки.

[jollyhunter]

I once started writing a fun version of "fake boyfriend accompanies you to family gathering for three days cuz you're not ready for coming out as bisexual / or gay".

And that's it, that's the fun. There's no real hanky-panky, no love drama between them. They're best friends. And they love each other platonically, he’s like the bigger brother. He's such a hardcore supporter of you and your partner that he will do anything to make the family believe he's the doting, loving and perfect boyfriend at first but then slowly makes them question their sanity as he tears their toxic family apart from the inside as a borderline crazy killer

The fake boyfriend in question who will gladly cause mayhem at the family reunion is him, btw.

can we bring back fun fics? ya know when they weren’t taken too seriously, where we were simply writing them to feel that ooshy gooshy feeling and laugh and feel. nowadays i feel like all that matters is how intense the smut is, and trust i love smut. i am its number one fan. but i feel like its become a means to popularity, only writing it because it’s following a status quo of readers who only care about fics when it includes filth. like its not wrong to want the filth. we all love the filth. but please bring back the silly little plots. give me one bed, give me unrealistic fake dating, give me a wild crossover with fandoms that shouldn’t work together but do, give me something crazy like aliens invading or dinosaurs! like all of those things can lead to tooth rotting fluff or shaky knees smut. just bring back the feels! the silliness! the reasons why we all stay up until all hours of the night devouring these works of art!!

[pstvchld]

Hi Hi, Hello, it's me! Jup, I'm alive, and I thought for some time that I should write something again. I had a mini-project of funfiction in my mind, and I want to finally share it with you. So here I am, but I have to say some things: English is not my first language, and I'm still learning! If you see some spelling mistakes, etc., don't be shy - the comment section is open!

Main character : Harper Browning [OC]

Inspired by Marvel Cinematic Universe, but most of The Avengers. Yes, I really love these dorks, hehe.

Only two characters are my own [Harper Browning, Aleksandr Semyonov]

To Find Browning |the beginning|

May 27th, 2014

I don't really know where to start. Maybe from the beginning...

My name is Harper Browning, and I'm fifteen years old - that is what they told me. I have no idea how I ended up here. I don't remember anything, actually.

A week ago, I just woke up in the hospital. The first thing I noticed was my hands in bandages. Bandages all over my hands and chest. Deep darkness in the room and then, out of nowhere, the room was full of people. Doctors were running through hallways to the room and again and again. Asking me how i feel, do I know where I am, etc. I wasn't sure. I wasn't answering.

It was like waking up from sleep, but

I feel like I didn't exist before. The thing is , it is like I didn't exist. Nobody could tell me who I really am. Where am I from? Where are my family or friends? Do I have parents? Nobody visited me in the hospital.

Who am I?

This situation is like waking up from a coma, but what was before? It's like, I don't know.. Something like to be born once again in whole new world.

I look in the mirror, but I don't reconize the face I see. I feel like someone stole my memory or my whole self and left me by my own..

Am I even alive? Or is it a dream or nightmare I just stuck in. I can't wake up and somewhere I have real family whose waiting for me..

Doctor Connor, it was his name, I think, told me that some woman found me near the main road, in the middle of the day.

Two days later, the same woman, who actually saved me, visited me in the hospital.

''Do you remember me?'' she asked.

''No, I'm sorry'' I responded.

She only gave me a smile.

For a second, I hoped maybe she knew me. Maybe she can tell me who I am and what happened. But she didn't know either.

''My name is Natasha'' she spoke suddenly. ''I'm sorry..''

"Why?"

''If I came earlier, you wouldn't end up here.''

It's not her fault I'm at that state. Why did she apologize? I thought.

Even now, I don't have a clue what's the meaning of that. But I didn't ask.

Right now, I'm still sitting on the hospital bed. Doc Connor gave me this notebook to write down my thoughts and memories I eventually recall.

I have nothing to remind. Every time I try to concentrate, I get a headache. Frustrating..

I don't know what to do..

|12-oct-24|

[gamesscreens]

“Cos I when I stand oh those folks will run

And tell the tales of what I’ve become

They’ll speak of me in whispered tones

And say my name like it shakes their bones”

[monstroso]

highly encourage writers to get into writing for settings they are intimately familiar with. setting my funfiction in 1990s Chicago has been nothing short of delightful and doing research on local (and relatively recent!) history makes me feel more in touch with the places I love and grew up visiting.

[jollyhunter]

🤲 traumatized fictional characters living rent free in my mind 🤝

“It all begins and ends in your mind. What you give power to, has power over you, if you allow it.”

— Unknown

[we-dont-like-it-here]

if 'Dear Wormwood' left us alone in this horrible world, at least, I am hoping 'lacuna' will be there tomorrow..

[wkumo]

Birthless Yellow-Eyed Beast

... Untill today.

※Novel, written in Japanese only.

Cf. I like using DeepL for translating art featuring Caesar from my favorite creators.

[cupcakeslushie]

Okay...man. This whole Leo arc gave me so many chills and disgust already..

And it's super cool! It's very rare when funfiction makes me feel the way that I want to just have some time to go,sit ,and reflex somewhere!! Good job,I mean it,love your work,keep going!!!! <^-^>

Also,can we have some Leosagi doodles after all this angst please T-T

How bout some slight angst with a fluffy ending? (This would be right after Shredder!Leo)

[sibunamoments]

Warning: Not a native speaker. Long read.

"We must not take our eyes off Patricia."

Perhaps he didn't just take it seriously. He even took it a little too seriously.

— Patricia, wait for me, let's go together. I'm going to pick up my bag. — a light casual kiss on the forehead before Eddie disappears through the living room doors. Shaking her head, the girl smiled at her own thoughts: It turns out that she missed his presence in her life so much. Not in the general Sibun business, not in the hustle and bustle of school, but in her space, personal and so ... protected from others.

His superhero ego had been especially pronounced lately, but the fact that it was directed at her couldn't help but flatter. After all, a few months of watching him take care of KT felt like a real torture. The creature inside, which had been hissing and growling viciously all this time, was now purring affectionately, curled up in a warm ball somewhere below the navel. And suddenly she wanted to make a lot less nonsense, by the way.

A warm palm landed on the girl's waist, and the very feeling made a smile stretch across her face. Looking up at Miller, she seemed to see and feel him in a different way: tenderness, so unusual, suddenly rose in her, giving way to a kind of tremor. There was definitely no such thing before, is this really what they call growing up?

Her hand spontaneously reached out to the guy's dark, coarse hair that fell between her fingers, and Patricia tilted her head, catching his interested gaze.

— I'm happy that you're here. — She just said. Simply and sincerely, as if finally accepting his vulnerability to his own feelings and denying shame for them.

Eddie did not deny himself the pleasure of a kiss, dragging the girl on this fleeting journey. At such moments, he suddenly managed to disconnect from the worries that were now overwhelming him more and more by the minute. The pressure seemed to only increase, depriving air and not allowing it to be (or stay) that easy-going, funny guy with crazy ideas and a really easy attitude to life.

Although now everything seemed to be different in principle: their relationship to each other was filled with a special value, weight, awareness of choice. And for some reason, this whole story with the resurrected scientist seemed to only contribute to this, making them cherish every moment when their minds are not involved in solving riddles and problems, and there is no age-old dust from another crypt in their lungs. And Eddie promised himself that as soon as they were done with this madness, he would take her far away. And hide her from everyone and everything, for sure.

Yes, the vision of his girlfriend being dragged into the dark scared Eddison. It didn't excite, it didn't add fire, but it really scared him, driving him into an icy stupor. Anyone but her, no matter how it sounds. Not her. He won't be able to cope if something happens to her, he won't even try to fix this whole cataclysm if she gets hurt. To hell with it.

Eddie will be there to keep her safe. From whatever it is.

— Heu, stop this stream of thoughts in your head, at least for a minute. She whispered in his ear before another meeting in the break room. They had been waiting for the guys since lunch, quietly lounging on one of the sofas. His palm rested on the girl's sharp knee, and her fingers were fingering the strings of his braided bracelet, and this picture in itself evoked a feeling of calm.

He couldn't help but touch her. She couldn't be at a distance (read: not even a meter) from him. It seemed that now it became like their little secret language — constantly feeling each other, saying with barely noticeable movements: "It's okay, I'm here with you" or "I need your support." Holding hands at general meetings, drawing simple drawings on exposed areas of skin, touching shoulders at breakfasts and dinners, hugging each other from behind along the way, even from the craziest "run" into a house with a gate… It was as if it was already at the level of reflexes, as when Eddie instinctively takes her behind his back at the slightest danger.

— I'm fine. He moved closer to her face, running the tip of his nose over her warm cheek. — There's just so much going on. Don't worry about me. Having said that, he grinned and suddenly blew into her face, which made the girl laugh.

It defused the situation a bit. The girl was theatrically indignant, immediately grabbing Sweet's face with both hands to kiss him right on the grinning lips.

— What a fool you are! Patricia only whispered, staying extremely close to the young man. Exactly until they were distracted by Alfie, who appeared, stormily telling something and gesturing brightly.

The colleagues who came up and active discussions about the next step of the evil team captivated everyone, the high stakes of everything that was happening made the heart beat faster, and the mind feverishly pondered and threw ideas. But Eddie knew that his priority would always be this bright girl, who was now gently fingering his fingers anyway, while furiously discussing one of Katie's proposed schemes.

He really won't take his eyes off her. He just won't be able to.

[jjknanamin]

Name & Character: OVULATING ON VACATION // NANAMI KENTO FUNFICTION (Part 1 & 2)

For Part 3 & 4, click

Summary: You are both on vacation, and you are horny. Nanami is the perfect boyfriend, helps you.

Wc: Around 2.0k

Cw: fem!reader x kento nanami, established relationship, suggestive alert!, smut alert!, unprotected (reader on birth control tho), nudity, blow!job (m! receiving), fingering (m! & f! receiving), ovulation, nsfw (you are warned), MDNI (minors do not interact)

A/n: I am not native. Please inform any gramer mistakes. Minors will be blocked. This one is my first story, so I am so excited!

For Part 3 & 4, click this link

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PART 1

You were ovulating. It was approximately the same week as the month before when you went crazy for sex on your vacation without your lover. You had to look at his cute to sexy photos to satisfy yourself desperately with masturbation, but this month was different. You were already in the embrace of your partner for five years, Nanami Kento. You woke up almost suddenly with a small whine really early in the morning with such sexual desire affected by your dream. You sure were ovulating.

Even though you reached your climax just before sleep, since you had dreams that you had confidence larger than usual, that you mentioned of your boyfriend, loved him, and about to fuck him, yet you woke up. The clock on the wall was showing 5.49, very early in the morning, you usually cannot afford waking up. Your back was pressed against your lover's chest, cuddling you from behind in your bed, while you were cuddling one of his arms, the one embraced you over your shoulder, and an extra pillow. He was sleeping lightly in peace.

He was already used to getting up for your intimacy needs in the harsh week of the month, and he sure was aware of your cycle, and you knew that he wouldn't be bothered if you approached him for this.

Unconsciously you whined a little louder while stretching your body a little bit. This triggered his body as he cuddled you harder, came closer, and put a kiss on your crock of neck, took a deep breath of your scent. His right hand caressed through your body, and when landed on your bare leg, he tried to rearrange the sheets that were tangled in your legs, to cover your slightly cold skin.

It was the beginning of August, yet from time to time, you were blessed with summer rains, and the weather could be chilly in the morning. The very reason why you wore socks while sleeping. You were on vacation in a good beach territory, staying with your family in an amazing beach resort, that every couple had their own room and bath. And your windows were wide upon, welcoming the summer ambience.

After covering you successfully, he kissed you on the forehead, ready to continue sleeping. Yet, your motion was different. You turned on your other side, and hugged him in the neck, whining through his bare chest, putting a few kisses around his nipples. You were rewarded by him with a small whine in return.

"Kento-," you murmured to his neck. You put your chin on his chest and look at him with small eyes half lidded. "I want you. I want your penis in my mouth." You stroked his chin with one of your thumbs. You could feel his stubble, and this turned you even more. You were already getting wet between your legs.

He chuckled after a deep breath. He cleared his throat with a few attempts and said, "Is that so, my love?" without opening his eyes and looking at you.

You nodded in his chest. He encouraged you by lifting one of his legs from its lying position and spared you some space between his legs. You stood on your hands, sliding down through his body while giving small pecks through his torso, starting on his cheek. You finally reached his V-line, that you paid more attention to with your lips, giving deep kisses, some bites, and licks. Your lips moved to his belly button while your hands were occupied with lowering his boxer. You let him help you with that. You withdrew on your heels, he flipped his right leg over your head, lowered his boxer through his hips. You stopped him there, and took control again. While kissing his balls, now appeared just under his hips, and between his legs, you moved his boxer, and put it on the bed. You flipped his leg back over your head again, and repositioned yourself between his legs.

He had a small morning erection already, favored with your touches. You gripped him with your hand, stroked a few times up and down. He was getting harder and more voluminous to his original form. You bent over, and finally put his tip in your mouth. He released a pleasure complaint from his lips, and placed his hand on your head. You suck his tip as it was gonna give you the watery liquid so that you could live furthermore. You moved your head down on his cock, made him wet with your saliva. You took him out of your mouth, while one hand squeezing and hand-jobbing his upper area, you buried your face to his testicles. You sucked his skin above them, licked passionately. You slided your tongue from the base of his balls up to his slit, he was now leaking pre-cum, took him again in your mouth.

You were not deep throating, since you were not found of choking casually, or you didn't see your throat as a place to be fucked, and since he did not come up with such request before. His eyes were still closed, yet considering his mid to heavy breaths, he was enjoying your care on his cock, and you thought maybe he needs more of it. So you took a mental note to bring this topic up later. If he has any interest, you could reconsider trying it. However, now it was your week that your sex hormone was at its top.

His hands were on your shoulder, trying to reach down on you, to your armpit. You moved him out of your month, kissed his pubic bone which had yellow to brown hair placed on till his belly button. You continuously approached his face, meanwhile giving kisses on his torso again. You buried your face to his neck, gave enough kisses, licks, and bites every corner left and right before reaching his chin. His trimmed beard hurt and tickled your face a little. Your lips grabbed his lips, he let a moan out to escape as you kissed him harshly. He was snatching some of his hair with one hand, while the other was welcoming your arrival and gripped your cheek as you kissed him.

His hands moved to strip you. He moved your pink tank top above your head, leaving your lips for a second, letting your torso be naked. He then moved to your panties. You took the command, stood on your knees while lowering it. He finally glanced at the view with sleepy eyes, satisfied. You let your panties fall on the bed, moved to his lips back.

His hands now were sliding from your shoulders to waist, to hips, to inner thighs, and finally to your pussy. He touched your entrance with a few fingertips, collected juices, spread all over your vulva. He gave you a little smack on the hip, to a mid-degree that you most like, he stroked that hip, and gripped it playfully. Other hand kept drawing circles on your wet minor labia and entrance.

You were letting moans out of you as you kissed him on the lips. Your long hair flowed down your head to hide your joined faces, tickling his cheeks. He chuckled and bite your lower lip. "Mmm-," he muttered.

He let his ring finger, that has a ring on it, go inside of your pussy, draw circles inside as well. His middle finger followed the lead and filled you. He was stroking your walls with his fingers, readying you what you actually wanted. Should he keep fucking you like that? Yet, he sensed you did not have that much patience.

Kento cut the kiss, and repositioned you with his strong arms as your tits will be above his face. You grabbed the headboard so as not to squish his face. He kept his touches in your pussy while the other hand previously in your hip was now grabbing one boob at a time and leading her in his mouth. He was nibbling your nipples playfully. You were making quiet sex noises as he worked on you in two ends.

Your cunt was dripping enough, almost ready to go to the orgasm phase. He thought she must be ready, so he abruptly grabbed your waist with his big hands and positioned your hip on his. His one hand directed his cock to your entrance, and let you sink him in.

Finally reaching your goal, you couldn't stay open eyed and without honest reactions. "Ah, ah,-"s were escaping from your mouth while your cunt started clenching around and sucking him. Having his cock inside that sudden was not usual. Your cunt is familiar with his girth, yet instant movement caught you unexpectedly, with a new experience of a better pleasure. You fell deep on his torso. He let you adjust to his presence in your cunt, as he moved your socks from your feet, knowing that you hate wearing socks during sex, and that you would be warm enough with the intimacy. Now both of you were completely naked.

He massaged your bare feet and heels. "How is that, baby girl, talk to me." Then stroked your back, brushing your long hair with his long fingers, hugged your shoulders. "Ready to move?" he asked gently.

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PART 2

"Yes, Kento, please." you said, tried to stand on your palms, eventually on your knees pressed on the bed from two sides of his hips.

He held your waist, and assisted you to move your hips for little circles around his cock. His cock inside of your cunt was touching every corner and surface of your walls, making you feel so good. Then, he stopped holding you, giving you full control, instead dealing with your tits, watching their slight movement depending on you, giving them small touches.

You improved your circles to bigger ones, then bent over your back, placed your hands to his thighs, and started to bounce on your hips. His tip was directly hitting your front wall every time you took him in, and stimulated your G-spot beautifully.

He was watching you, his beautiful girlfriend, taking what she needed. His fingertips were on your toes, caressing wherever he could reach. He placed his palm on your tummy, long fingers touching your belly button, started rubbing your clit with his thumb. "That is it baby, go get what you need." he said calmly.

"Yess, Kento..." His adoration of you made you even more turned on, yet you were getting tired from your legs. Closer to your orgasm, the sloppier your legs became.

"Getting tired?" he asked while you were trying to move up and down on him.

"Mm..." you couldn't talk. Your movements faded away as you stood yourself, and moved your hips forward and backward on his cock.

"Let me help you, my love." He bent you closer to him, kissed your forehead. He supported himself on the bed, and started to thrust into you in a regular pace. This time you were playing with his nipples.

"Himm..." a whimper goes from him.

His pace accelerated slowly, eventually rocking on your cervix.

"Ah, ah, ah-" you were screaming. He started to rub your clit intensely again resulting in you finally hit your climax.

"Take it, love, you did a great job." He kept trusting in you throughout your relief, slowed down gradually as your relaxation took you over. "A little quieter baby, let's not wake anyone." And when he finally stopped thrusting, he circled in you as you stood on his hip, giving you extra simulation.

You were breathing heavily, as he gave you last individual sharp thrusts. He finally settled on bed, took you from his dick to his lab, got you closer to himself, hugged your waist. Your hair stuck to your sweaty neck, where he pulled you so that he could give you a kiss there.

"How was it? Did my girl enjoy?" he asked while freeing your hair from your back, exhaling your neck to cool you down.

You chuckled and nodded. Your foot was rubbing his still hard dick as you tried to seduce him more with your teeth working on his ear after your small break. "I need more." you stated.

"More?" he asked, pretending as if it was unexpected. He knew you were not done yet. If he was any suspicious at all, he would finish himself with you. No, there were other paths to go that morning.

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A/n: I wonder your thoughts, let me know in the comments, please! Part 3 & 4 will come friday or saturday, Satoru will be included as mutual friend. I might edit the errors from time to time.

Part 3 & 4 are out now, click this link! 💃

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