#gbf fanfic

[icharchivist]

archiveofourown org/ works/ 46519477 I know it's been 100 years, but I've finally done it. It is complete

Overshadowed by CrimsonShades

AU where Belial goes to kill Lucifer by himself.

oh my god you've done it. you've actually done it you mad lad.

I've read it first thing after i woke up and i'm left completely in shambles. It was a pure emotional punch in every way imaginable i don't think i'll recover from it anytime soon.

It was so good nonny. It was so so good????

I left a comment so for my detailed thoughts it'll be there.

But for some thoughts here (especially in the hopes to get the fellow Belial lovers i know are reading my post to read it):

it's an incredibly written introspective journey into Belial's head and memories, everything about it is so incredibly visceral.

If people have vibed with the way we tend to talk about Belial & Lucifer's dynamic on my blog, this is a must read, this is genuinely so fantastic, and sad, and cathartic, and i'm in awe.

Genuinely would encourage anyone who likes wmtsb to check it out, it's definitely worth your time.

as for me i'll just cry over it a bit longer.

Thank you so much for writing it nonny, and for sharing it with me. Like i genuinely can't put into words just how thankful i am to have been able to experience this emotional trip, which imo really lines up so well with wmtsb and is written SO well that it was really just. so perfect.

I loved it so so so so much, thank you sO much!!!

and again @ everyone who liked wmtsb, go read it, it's a blast, it's worth your time, please please please check it out.

Take care!!

[lexiegreynorris]

lando norris x girl bestfriend!reader texts

⭐ you and lando are back at being each other's annoying friend! how exciting!

⭐ i am back? idk yet but i’m so excited to at least post something after weeks of being MIA hehe. i hope you like ‘em! like and reblog if you do! ✧⁠*｡♡

lexiegreynorris ©

[nightmarenoise]

Bonus:

[unfinishedslurs]

Nancy's GBF (ghost best friend)

IT'S OCTOBER QUICK POST GHOST BARB FIC

She dreams about Barb every night.

She’s dreamed about her before, of course, but ever since Vecna died it’s different. She doesn’t scream. Doesn’t cry. There’s no blame placed on Nancy’s shoulders, no shrieking accusations about how it should have been her instead. 

She’s a silent figure. Unmoving, unfeeling. No matter how far Nancy reaches, or how fast she runs, she can never get close. 

Eventually, she comes into focus, and it’s awful because she seems younger than she ever did in real life. Her best friend died a child, closer to her little brother’s age than Nancy’s own now. The red shade of her hair, the exact outfit she had on, it’s all things she forgets in the waking world. But for these few minutes she can have Barb back. Even if she can never hug her best friend again, or exchange secrets, or laugh together, she still has this.

When she wakes up, it’s with tears on her face.

“Nancy?” Jonathan asks groggily, still half asleep. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

Later, when he tells her he was accepted to Lenora Hills, she’ll wonder if she could have saved their relationship if she hadn’t started lying too.

Two months after the dreams start, Barb speaks. 

“Nancy? Nancy, it’s so cold. I don’t like it here, Nancy, please–”

In that moment, Nancy can finally reach out and take her hand.

She wakes up shivering and automatically checks her surroundings. Mike bursts through her door when she shrieks, her mom not far behind him.

They both try to ask her what’s wrong, but she can’t answer, too busy staring at the dead girl in the corner.

“Nancy?” Barb asks, pool water dripping down her chin. “What’s wrong with me?”

She tries to ignore it.

She’s having a mental breakdown of some kind, that’s fine. It’s to be expected, really. She’s been struggling keeping up with school, and the end of the world, and breaking up with Jonathan. Of course she’d see Barb around every corner. Of course she’d be cold all the time. Of course. And everyone knows the first step of having a mental break is to not feed into the delusion. 

She checks with El and Will, just to be safe.

They both look confused when they open the door, which makes sense. She and Jonathan have been split up for a month, she hasn’t exactly been around. Still, they accept her inside without question.

“I need you to make sure Henry isn’t back,” she blurts out as soon as the door shuts behind her. Both of them rear back in tandem, and something clatters in the kitchen. 

“Nancy?” Jonathan pokes his head around the corner, bewildered. “Are you okay?”

“Jonathan!” She feels herself flush. Why didn’t she think he’d be home? She knows he doesn’t have a job anymore, and his friend Argyle went back to California a while ago. Where else would he be?

“Nance, you’re pale,” he says, like she hasn’t noticed. As if her mom hasn’t said the same thing a hundred times in the past few days. He reaches out to guide her to the couch, and flinches back as soon as he feels her bare skin. “You’re freezing. Let me get you a blanket.”

She turns and looks at the kids as soon as he’s out of sight, noticing the way Will is rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “I’m sorry, I’ve been having weird dreams for a while, and lately it’s gotten…worse, I guess, and I need to make sure it’s not him. It doesn’t feel like him, but I need…I can’t…”

El’s face turns into something determined, and oh, Nancy hates asking this of her. But if Vecna isn’t really dead, if they can get a headstart on his next plan, well. The sooner the better.

Ten minutes later the three siblings are sitting across from her, El tying a blindfold around her eyes as a blanket sits on Nancy’s shoulders. It doesn’t do anything to help, of course. It’s nothing like when Will was possessed but the mindflayer. The heat doesn’t bother her, no matter how many times she brings a spare blanket to add to the pile on her bed or turns the shower faucet to its highest setting. In fact, she can’t feel it at all.

“Close your eyes,” El commands. “Focus. I need to be able to see inside you.”

She grimaces, involuntarily glancing at Barb in the corner. The past few days she’s been weeping nonstop. More than a few times, Nancy has cried with her. Now, though, she looks around the Byers’s new place curiously.

Nancy shuts her eyes.

“Don’t shut me out,” El reminds her gently, and then light floods her vision. 

Barb, always Barb. When they were kids they would push each other on the swingset and dare each other to climb trees. The last time she saw her, reassuring her she’d be fine before following Steve upstairs. Vecna daring to taunt her, as if she could ever forget what she’d lost.

A million memories, some she’d almost forgotten. And then it’s over too soon.

El rips the blindfold off, breathing heavily. Jonathan hands her a tissue for her nose, looking at Nancy with so much concern it feels like it’s going to kill her.

“What did you see?” Will asks frantically. “Was it him?”

El shakes her head, confirming what Nancy already knew deep down. “It wasn’t him.”

“Then what was it?” Jonathan asks, eyes still on Nancy. She raises a shaking hand to her face, and it comes away wet.

“Nothingness,” El finally says. “And then sadness, and cold, and dark. And a light. There was a light, and a hand, and then there was warmth and feeling again. But the feelings are bad. They are not Henry, but they are not good.”

“So she’s real?” Nancy’s voice cracks.

“What? Who’s real? Nancy, what’s going on?” Jonathan asks. WIll just looks at her, concern in his big eyes.

El tilts her head. “I think so? But I do not know her. I can’t see her like you can.”

“Who is ‘she?’” Jonathan demands. “Will someone tell me what’s going on?”

“I actually have to go,” Nancy says, almost stumbling as she stands up. She takes a moment to fold the blanket Jonathan gave her so kindly. He’s still trying to get her attention, but she brushes him off as she heads out the door and to her car.

“Nance, please, I know we broke up but I still care–”

“I know!’ She says, whipping around. Barb watches curiously from the corner of her eye. “I know you do, and that’s great, really, but it’s none of your business. I didn’t even think you’d be here, so…”

“Where else would I be?”

“I don’t know, Jonathan, California?” She snaps. He rears back. “Isn’t that where you’re going anyway? Just– stop acting like this is any of your business! We broke up, we’re done, I don’t… I don’t want to talk, Jon! Just leave it alone.”

“Nancy…” he reaches out, and Nancy takes a step back. Barb appears between them in an instant, and his hand passes right through her. He jumps, swearing and turning pale. Nancy feels herself gasp, feeling warm for the first time in days in that split second before he pulls back.

He watches her silently, with those big eyes she’s always been weak to. She doesn’t have anything to say to him, or maybe she has too much to say. Either way, she gets in her car silently, driving off and leaving him standing in the rearview.

For once, she doesn’t startle when Barb jumps into existence in the front seat.

“Byers, huh?” She asks, something like humor in her voice. She always sounds distant now, like she’s underwater, or whispering from across a field. But Nancy understands what she’s saying. She always will. 

Barb sighs when she doesn’t answer. “At least his brother’s alive, I guess.”

That makes Nancy laugh, a harsh cackle that would make her jump if it came out of someone else. “Yeah,” she agrees, speaking to the ghost of her best friend for the first time, “At least Will’s alive.”

It’s not like having Barb back. Not really.

She’s bitter, and angry, and she screams and yells and cries all the time. Sweeps her arm across Nancy’s desk like she’s trying to break something, and only gets angrier when she can’t. Yells at Nancy sometimes, which she knows she deserves.

There’s the blame for her death of course, which is nothing new. She’s been having nightmares about that for years. But then there’s the other stuff. The weird questions, like, “Why did you bring me back? Why couldn’t you let it be?”

When she asks about it, all she gets is Barb turning away from her.

“Nancy? Naaaaaaancy. Nance, are you listening to me?”

She turns her head and almost shrieks to see Robin staring at her, almost nose to nose. “What are you doing?”

“I’ve been trying to get your attention for, like, forever minutes,” she complains.

Nancy looks at Steve. “It was, like, forever,” he confirms, staring at her intensely. “You okay, Nance?”

 Eddie rolls his eyes. “It’s been thirty seconds,” he deadpans.

Robin flops onto the floor. “Forever.”

“I’m starting to think getting you guys high was a mistake.”

“You say that every time. It’s not even your weed.” Steve yanks the dying bud out of his hand, taking a drag that has to be mostly ash at this point and putting it out on the ashtray. They don’t do this often, or at least Nancy doesn’t join them often. She’s not fond of the floaty feeling the weed gives her, preferring alcohol if she’s not going to be sober. But Eddie asked her to come, and Steve and Robin prefer having more people around if they’re going to get high. Something about what the Russians gave them.

She hasn’t seen Jonathan here since they broke up, but she thinks that’s less about them not inviting him and more about everyone trying to give them both space. 

Nancy’s gaze has already wandered back to Barb. It’s been a quiet day today, which makes her nervous for tomorrow. But at least during quiet days she can seem semi-normal in front of her friends.

“Nancy? Seriously, are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she tells Steve, not bothering to look away from Barb. She looks from Nancy to Steve, this new, older Steve she’s seeing for the first time, and pretends to gag herself on a finger. The pool water that never stops coming out of her mouth splatters silently on the floor. Nancy doesn’t laugh. 

“Hey.” Steve moves in front of her, slightly wobbly as he sits cross legged across from her. She can barely see Barb past his hair. “Yanno, Jonathan asked about you.”

“What?” That breaks her from her trance.

“Yeah, he said he was worried about you. I asked him why he was asking me and not you, but he said you didn’t want to talk about it. But he was, like, really worried Nance. So, like, is everything alright?”

“Do you ever dream about dead people?” She blurts out.

All three of them go completely silent, staring at her. She laughs nervously. “Never mind! Never mind, that’s weird. Wow, why did I ask that? I think I took too many hits. Where’s your bathroom?”

“I mean,” Eddie says, after Steve doesn’t answer, “I dream about Chrissy all the time. How could I not? Shit was a real life nightmare, of course it made its way into my dreams.”

Steve shakes himself. “I guess I dream about Billy, but that’s different. I mean, it’s still a nightmare, but it’s not like…” his hand drifts unconsciously to the faint scar on his forehead. “It’s not about the Upside-Down, I guess. It’s not the same as my other nightmares.”

“I have dreams where people die all the time,” Robin declares, scooching herself across the floor until she can lay in Steve’s lap. “They suck.”

“Yeah, but are any of the dreams ever…weird to you guys? Like they’re not normal nightmares? Like they’re there all the time, just staring at you, and you try to reach for them but you never can?” She asks desperately.

The three of them look at each other, and shake their heads.

“Cool,” Nancy says, palms sweating. “Me neither.”

It’s raining when Mike storms into her room while Nancy is trying (and failing) to do college prep. “What is wrong with you?”

Barb starts laughing, a gurgling, chilling sound that Nancy heard once and made her summarily decide to never make a joke again. 

“What are you talking about?” She asks, eyes flitting between Mike and Barb. “Get out!”

“That’s exactly what I’m talking about,” he accuses. “You’re not even looking at me!”

“Maybe I just don’t want to see your dumb face.”

“Fuck off!”

“Michael!” Their mother hollers. 

He rolls his eyes. “Ugh, sorry!”

[goldenteaset]

...It finally happened. Thanks to @couldtheycatchkira's Belial poll, I made a crossover fic. XD;

Title: "Monsters Who Always Tell Lies"

Rating: T

Fandoms: Granblue Fantasy and Death Note

Relationship: Belial (Granblue Fantasy) & L (Death Note)

Characters: Belial, L, Yagami Light, Background & Cameo Characters

Tags: Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Ambiguous Relationships, L Wins (Death Note), Belial Being Belial (Granblue Fantasy), Bisexuality, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Innuendo, Implied/Referenced Mind Control, (in the "Charm" sense), Inspired by Tumblr

Summary: The Kira Task Force's agent provocateur always gets his man. Much to L's curiosity.

Preview:

"Bingo, you win the prize," Belial chirped. "You're the only one for me, Elly."

"Why?"

"You're cute." Then, soft as wet silk on marble, "It's your contradictions⏤your love of the chase, not the justice that comes after⏤that make you such a catch."

L stared up at him, his eyes wide.

[multiversetravelingjournalist]

Gran Blue Fantasy Conlangs V2

If you saw my previous post on me wanting to construct a language for each of the species of the gacha game "Granblue Fantasy", My goals have shifted. You see, I came across a passage of Mark Rosenfelder's "Advanced Language Construction" where he airs out his frustration at the trend of languages being restricted to species, mostly because said species tend to interact with other species.

What I'm trying to get at is that I came to realize the species of GBF could be more widespread and mixed than I was aware. thus, I went to the nearest wiki to see what the world of Gran Blue was actually like.

I haven't gone deep, yet, but the idea of "skydoms" composed of different Islands separated by geographical (aerographical?) barriers gave me a new idea and goal that I want to pursue with the Fandom one day. This new goal being the construction of a language for each of the skydoms with some exceptions.

In my short research, I have also found one instance of an Island in the world to be mostly composed of one species. thus, I think I could still create species-specific languages if there is a group of them concentrated in a single location, Isolated languages with no relation to the existing language families that surround them. The Island I just mentioned is the "Valtz Duchy", an industrial Island with a majority population of Draphs. this could be where I consider a "Draph Language" to be spoken at with a secondary trade language spoken among the rest of the skydom the island is located in.

[archangel-vakarian2183]

Wrote my first fanfiction! Not sure it's very good, but I'm proud!

Eustace X Gran from Granblue Fantasy. Only played Versus Rising so sorry if it's out of character. Warning, it *is* smut.

[riisume]

✰ Intro ✰ (New Pinned!)

Hello! You can call me Kaebo or Rii. I'm an ADULT (he/they/she) and I'm a hobby artist who draws and (rarely) writes. I have ADHD and social anxiety, so I apologize if I seem awkward sometimes.

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This is a self-indulgent blog. I mostly draw and write about my ocs and self ships, but sometimes I'll draw fanart and write fanfics!

Some of my art, thoughts, and writing will be centered around tickling. It gives me the happy brain chemical and I like thinking about character interactions revolving around that. If that's not your thing, you might not wanna be here.

✰ I'm always open for answering asks about my ocs and self shipping nonsense. If I get inspired, I might even draw a response! ✰

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To see commission prices or see where else you can find me, >>>HERE<<< is where to look!

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[slddays]

i can't believe i fell for a gacha character. i was immune to gbf and genshin but boy did himeko do things to me when i saw her for the first time. learning about himeko, kafka, kafhime and now reading beautiful fics about them. da capo al fine is reigniting my love for fanfics. i feel like im back home from a really long trip ever since i dropped ships out of interest. its so great to be back.

[rainbowdonkee]

Jo,

Siegfried enchanted me once again. Just imagine this:

- Bistro Side Story

- sees Percy and Lancey in their outfits

"they look nice. Lancey fitting for the occasion and Percy just a tad bit casual, but still fitting"

- Vane gets shown

"why? And they gave him an ugly ha-"

-accidentally press the screen

- Siegfried shows up

- I shut up for more than 30 seconds

-I immediately screenshot him

I still don't have him. Why won't you come home 😭 But my head fanfics are thriving

I'M SO SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY!!!!!

But yeah that event is so wholesome and Siegfried gets to shine as a chef!!

Also I hope you're still playing because currently GBF is doing a roulette event where you can have free summons depending on what number you get on the roulette that day!

A lot of players or seasonal players love this time of year because you can free summon every day when the roulette resets.

I ended getting so many of my favorite characters during roulette time!

[icharchivist]

Clearly we need to make Icha cry more, is what I'm getting from this

We can't let Peten do all the work

HOW ABOUT THIS ISNT THE LESSON WE TAKE FROM ALL OF THIS!!!!!!!

[lovehotelreservation]

Hey! I want to say I love your gbf fanfic *cough* especially Belial fics *cough*. Even tho I have never played gbf. I want to download the app but there are three gacha apps that picks a lot of GB space. Ain't gonna lie, I thought when I read that Belial being horny and pervert was just a fanon version. Like I didn't believe it at first. Till I searched up and found a video of him and found out HE IS A PERVERT (Not that I mind 😳*ahem*). Anyway that's it.

Have a great day. 😊

AHFLKAF WELCOME 2 THE BELIAL BROTHER

MANS IS AN ABSOLUTE HENTAI

HE ACTS OUT IN THE MOST EXTREME WAYS 4 LUV BUT HE IS DEF A HENTAI !!!

I HOPE U HAVE A LOVELY DAY TOO!!!

[yume-kui]

❀ about me

hi! im ryn. im a 21 year old college student. im nb and use they/it pronouns. my hobbies include reading, writing, movies, music, and forming unhealthy attachments to fictional characters. frequent activities include writing fanfic, crying over 2d men, killing the part of me that cringes, and loving life. my current interests include honkai star rail, chainsaw man, ffxiv, granblue fantasy (unfortunately), and a whole lot of other things that i cant list here without making this way too long. im working on learning japanese! it isnt going very well but im trying and that has to count for something. ive had hiragana and katakana down for at least 4 years now but kanji still makes me feel like im losing it a little. feel free to send me an ask or dm if you want to chat! im pretty shy but ive been told im easy to talk to ^_^

✿ faves

hsr blade, dan heng, kafka, jing yuan, aventurine csm makima, reze, quanxi, asa/yoru, fami gbf lucilius, beelzebub, sahar, six, grimnir, siete, nier

[goldenteaset]

Slowly working through my WIPs, too! They remain suspiciously short...

Title: The Dread Decanter

Fandom: Granblue Fantasy

Category: Gen

Characters: Belial, Lucifer, Sandalphon

Tags: Suggestive Themes, Timeline What Timeline, Dimension Travel, Belial Being Belial (Granblue Fantasy), Humor, Light Angst, Pre-Slash, Communication Failure

Summary: After five years in an existence between life and death, even the ex-Supreme Primarch can get a little punchy.

Preview:

"Aww, don't look at me like that. You said you wanted Sandy to lighten up a little around you, right? You never specified how."

[skeletonstoashes]

AO3 || The website formally known as Twitter ||

I'll hopefully, eventually, get things sorted and nice on here. In the meantime, accept this post as a placeholder for a nicer one! I'm August (or Noise), and I'm an elderly man (30, sadly no gray hairs yet :c) who occasionally (and very slowly) writes fanfics. I primarily write for GBF and Fire Emblem, but I don't limit or restrict what fandoms I write for. It's entirely based on whatever my brain wishes to spit out at any given time, so this blog is multifandom. Expect a variety of things to be present here (eventually I'll write up a fandom list in the event I end up accepting requests or prompts and, also eventually, I want to collect my old RP blogs to simply link here for archival purposes and in case I end up posting on them again). I will not interact with minors. I occasionally write NSFW.

Thank you for your time, and have a lovely day!

[fategranddisorder]

Summer (Shiva)

Warnings: -

Tags: Bathing, hotspring, massage

"You know, when you said you needed help, I didn’t think it would be with taking a bath."

Shiva hardly seems ruffled at your statement, only giving you a small smile. You had quickly removed your boots before taking a seat at the edge of the spring, your bare legs dangling in the warm water.

Shiva feels Nagaraja shift, a soft hiss coming from the snake. Like the serpent knows the watchful and observing gaze transformed into admiration.

"You are the only one in trust with my back adherent."

You feel hot and it is not because of the warm water. That warm burning feeling from your neck, creeping up to your cheeks. Definitely not the water.

It couldn't mean anything, you are a mortal, your life hardly a mark on his immortal life. Yet as a strong hand rests on your thigh, moving your limbs to accommodate his large body, you are inclined to believe otherwise.

Shiva sits on the rocks that are conveniently placed where you are sitting. His lower half rests underneath the water, allowing the god to rest between your thighs, his strong back facing you.

You take in a deep breath and breathe out. Trying, and barely managing, to steel your nerves. Honestly it was easier when Shiva asked you to fight him to prove your worth.

Shiva sighs and leans back as your nimble fingers thread in his hair. You carefully move the slick strands away from his back, you are still amazed how much warmer the god before you is as your skin finally makes contact with his.

As your hands touch and kneed the muscles underneath his skin, the god wonders if humans also did this if their bonds extended beyond friendship. If you shared such a moment with someone else.

"You know, the next time, you are washing my back"

You mutter and Shiva chuckles. He could manage that small request the next time he and you would take a bath together.

The both you stay in that beautiful grove for the remainder of the day. Hidden away in the depths of forest, the season of sun and warmth on the horizon. Like a little piece of paradise