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Words: 5,103 Gabriel x Reader Warnings: none! A/N: This is part of a series! Read Part 1 first!

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The first door standing open down the long hallway was obviously your bedroom, and Gabriel wasn’t shy about stepping inside. At first, he simply stood in the center and glanced around eagerly, bouncing a little on his feet as he surveyed the space.

Cas followed him in much more tentatively, but curious as to what his purpose was.

“This is it, huh?” He strolled over to the small desk in one corner and picked up an open notebook and some loose papers, studying them closely. Apparently, nothing there really held his interest because he abandoned them quickly and started sliding open desk drawers.

“This is—I think this is what humans would call an ‘invasion of privacy,’” Cas said.

“Gabriel, I really don’t think you should—” Cas tried to argue, but the archangel simply shushed him and opened the cover. He ran his fingers over your handwriting—the impressions were deep on the page and he liked the slanting, hurried cursive. “Ghouls in Minnesota, Vampire in New York, Werewolf in Arkansas… This is nothing but hunting notes,” he said with disappointment, flipping through the pages.

“What did you expect?” Cas asked him.

“Something with a little more insight into who Y/N is, perhaps,” Gabriel said, shutting and typing the journal closed again and replacing it in the false bottom of your drawer, kicking it closed with his boot. “Hopes, dreams, roots, deepest secrets… that sort of thing,” he said.

Cas’s brow drew down low over his eyes again. “Knowing Y/N, I seriously doubt you will find any of that in writing in here…”

“Well, that’s just wishful thinking. Best case scenario. I will just have to get creative,” he said. Gabriel spun and looked at the small bedside table. There was a novel sitting on it and he grabbed it, opening it to the bookmark. “Y/N is an avid reader, hmm?” he said, more to himself than to Cas. “This is an ambitious read.” He studied the bookmark which was a folded piece of paper. When he opened it, it was a printed photo of you, Sam and Dean, and Cas. Sam had his arm draped over your shoulders and all of you were smiling for once. Gabriel stared at it for a long moment and Cas watched his expression soften into a thoughtful, faraway look. Finally, he folded it up again gently and replaced it in the novel, leaving it on your side table just the way he had found it.

Next, Gabriel went over to the dresser and glanced at Cas with a smirk on his face. “You know, it’s strange but most humans keep their delicate underthings in the exact same place—top drawer—” he said, grasping the handle.

Cas slammed his hand into the drawer keeping it closed and Gabriel looked at him in surprise. “I really think you’ve done enough spying.” Cas’s voice and expression were stern now, but it only elicited a mischievous glint in Gabriel’s golden eyes.

“Spying? I’m just trying to get to know this Y/N better,” Gabriel argued, doing his best to sound innocent. “I mean, so far all I know is she’s related to the two meatheads and hangs around with you. And, though it may be a surprise to you, that doesn’t actually tell me anything I’d like to know.”

“If you want to get to know her, why don’t you just go visit her now? Or wait and meet her when she’s back.”

Gabriel gave Cas a skeptical look. “Oh, yes. I’m sure Sam and Dean will have no problem with me sniffing around their Baby Sister. They’re not known to be particularly suspicious or protective.” His tone was dripping with sarcasm. “Especially after all those Dead Dean Days…”

Cas grimaced a little at the thought. “Well… you also saved them by facing Lucifer. They will not have forgotten that. You redeemed yourself, at least in part,” Cas said, tilting his head in his familiar habit.

The archangel looked surprisingly uncomfortable with Cas’s sincerity. “Fine. Enough snooping. Come on, brother,” he said, laying a heavy hand on Cas’s shoulder. “Let’s grab a drink and you can tell me all about losing your grace and what mortality feels like.”

Cas frowned, but he didn’t object. He was glad just to get Gabriel out of your room…

_ _ _ _ _ _

Several weeks later

You leaned your head back on the pillows and let out a frustrated groan. “UGH! Where is this doctor?!” you demanded.

Sam gave you a look. “I’m sure he’s on his way,” he said gently, trying to placate you.

You threw off your blankets and climbed out of the hospital bed onto your feet, moving a little hunched over as you rolled your IV stand with you.

“Whoa, whoa! Hey!” Dean jumped up and stopped you. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“I can’t stay in that bed another minute or I’m gonna lose it!”

“We’re not even sure if you’re going to get released today, so you might as well get used to the idea that you may have to stay in that bed for a couple more days,” he retorted. “So, get back in bed!”

You vehemently pointed a finger in his face. “HEY. You’re not my doctor! You don’t get to boss me around!”

Dean drew himself up to his full height and gave you a severe look.

You didn’t waver. “I’m not scared of you!”

This drew a laugh from Sam and when you glanced over he was shaking his head. “Y/N, please just at least sit down. I’m sure the doctor—”

“—is in!” As if on cue your doctor strolled through the door, you chart in his hand. He gave you a big smile. “Alright, Y/N. Hop back up on the bed again, would you? Let’s see how you’re doing.”

He hadn’t even examined your incision yet and the words were spilling out of you. “Can I go home today?” you asked urgently.

This elicited a laugh from him and he gave you an appraising look. “As soon as I know, you’ll know,” he said diplomatically.

You tried to be a good patient and sit perfectly still as he checked your incision but you couldn’t help fidgeting and chewing your bottom lip. The doctor straightened back up and crossed his arms. “Well, no sign of infection. Incision seems to be healing nicely, so—” “YES!” you exclaimed.

“SO,” he continued through a smile, “I’m going to release you but with very strict instructions. I need you to really hear me right now, Y/N. Okay?”

You nodded eagerly. “Yes. I’m listening.”

“NO lifting anything heavier than a few pounds—you know what, no lifting anything, okay? Absolutes seem safer with you. And you are NOT to be doing anything physical for 3 more weeks, at which time you can start with some easy physical activity. Long walks, some stretching, that kind of stuff. And you will need to get another post-op check-up around then too.”

You nodded. “Okay. I got it.”

“Now, your brothers here ARE now in charge since I can’t be there to keep you in line,” he said, a knowing smile on his face. He must have overheard you and Dean from the hallway.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you argued.

“I’m not kidding. You need to let them take care of you. And you two,” he said, pointing at Sam and Dean in turn, “need to make sure she rests.”

A gruff laugh escaped Dean. “Easier said than done.”

“I know,” the doctor said. “I’ve been dealing with her for only about a month. You two have been dealing with her for a lifetime,” he joked, shooting you a glance.

“I’m right here, you know!” you burst out. “I can hear everything you’re saying!”

The doctor laughed and held out a hand to you. “Y/N, it’s been a pleasure to watch you recover. Now be well, and rest.”

This time you didn’t have anything snarky to say and just grasped his hand in yours and shook it. “Thank you. For… not letting me die and stuff.”

He laughed and shook his head. “You’re welcome. Gentleman,” he turned to Sam and Dean who both shook his hand and thanked him repeatedly. “The nurse will be in shortly to take care of that IV and check you out. Take care.”

You watched him go with a triumphant smile on your face. Sam and Dean both looked a little anxious, however. “Oh, come on, guys! He said I’m fine. We can go home!”

“You heard the doctor though. Seriously, Y/N. You’re on house arrest,” Dean said forcefully.

“Whatever. I don’t even care. Just get me out of here,” you said climbing down to your feet again. Soon a nurse came in and removed your IV. You kicked Sam and Dean out of the room so you could change out of your hospital gown for the first time in what felt like years. Another few minutes and you were stepping into the hallway, a huge grin on your face.

Sam shouldered your bag and gave you an appraising look. “You alright?” You were still a little hunched over. Straightening up completely still made you sore.

“I’m great,” you said. “Look! I’m wearing actual clothes!” You glanced down at the sweatpants and t-shirt you had pulled on. “Sort of.”

Dean couldn’t help smiling at you fondly while shaking his head. “You sure you don’t want me to go grab a wheelchair? It’s a bit of a walk.”

You scowled at him.

“I’m being serious, Y/N,” Dean said, the gravel in his voice deepening. “You’ve only done short walks around the floor.”

“There is no way in hell you’re getting me in a wheelchair.”

You managed to make it out to the Impala, though Dean had insisted on driving right up to the exit to pick you up. You slid into the back seat and sighed. “Oh, I missed you, Baby,” you said out loud, sinking in to the familiar seat and breathing in that particular smell that always made you remember road trips and hunts and late-night cheeseburgers.

Dean smiled at you in the rearview mirror. He lowered his voice and turned to Sam. “You talk to Cas?” he asked in an undertone.

“No. It still just keeps going straight to voicemail,” Sam said. “But he texted me again… to explain the origins of pineapple,” Sam said, a tight smile on his face. “It took like 30 texts.”

“What the hell is going on with him? He’s been weirder than usual.”

“Well, he has been trapped at the bunker alone for kind of a long time…” Sam said.

“He could have talked with us if he would ever answer his goddamn phone,” Dean countered, turning onto the highway. “Maybe he’s finally cracked.”

“Who?” you asked, leaning forward and resting your hands on the back of the front seat.

“Nobody,” Dean said. You scoffed.

“That’s convincing…” you said under your breath, just loud enough for him to hear.

“Why don’t you just focus on getting all healed up and let Sammy and me worry about everything else, alright?”

“You know, it’s weird, but my cells do that part pretty much on their own. It doesn’t require much conscious thought on my part. So, if someone has cracked—”

“Nobody’s cracked,” Dean said gruffly, hands steady on the wheel.

“You just said—"

“I just said nothing for you to worry about,” Dean said finally.

You let out a frustrated growl and changed tactics. “Fine. I’ll change the subject,” you said smugly.

“Thank you…”

“Any news on Gabriel?” you asked loudly, sinking back into your seat comfortably.

There was a long, silent pause from the front seat and you could see that Dean’s grip on the steering wheel had tightened.

Sam turned partially around, one arm on the seat back and looked at you. “You know there isn’t.” “No, I don’t know that. You two are obviously keeping something from me, so I think it is fair to assume you’re keeping other stuff from me too.”

“We really don’t know anything about Gabriel,” Sam said, sincerity written all over his face.

You chewed your bottom lip anxiously. Sam took in your expression. “Have you—seen him again?” he asked.

“No. No, nothing like that but since that happened, I just have this feeling—he said we would be seeing each other again and it’s like, in my core, I know that’s true.” You looked up and caught Sam’s eyes, they were steady on your face and narrowed slightly in concern. “I know that doesn’t make any sense and I know you and Dean said he’s gone but it’s such a strong feeling. I don’t really know how to explain it.”

“I believe you,” Sam said. “For now, I guess we just have to wait…”

Many hours later, Dean finally pulled the Impala into the underground garage at the bunker and opened the door for you. Inside, an archangel and a graceless angel perked up as they heard noise in the garage. Cas shot upright and glanced over at Gabriel, who only smiled serenely back at him.

“Showtime!”

Cas gave him an apprehensive look and started off in the direction of the garage immediately. Gabriel followed, but at a leisurely pace, seemingly completely unconcerned.

But Cas didn’t know that this was mostly an act. There was a strange sensation in Gabriel’s chest and it was growing the closer he came to the moment when he would see you—meet you—for real this time, not in some mind dreamscape. He couldn’t even explain to himself why but he felt that this moment was going to change everything for him in some way—he knew no reason why that would be true. He had been fascinated with you since he first became aware again and had been thrust into some role connected with you… but he had this feeling, like a heavy block of cement in the middle of his chest sitting on top of his heart which was maddening in its oddity. It was like expectation and something more had solidified and despite all his trying he couldn’t shift it.

Dean pushed through the door into the bunker trailed closely by you, and then Sam hauling your bag and his own. “Cas?!” Dean roared. “Are you alive in here?”

Cas came hurrying around a corner in the hallway and his expression stopped all of you dead in your tracks. His blue eyes were wide and his face was quite pale, further making the shocking blue stand out.

“…what’s going on?” Dean asked. He was immediately reaching for his pistol.

“Don’t panic, but there’s someone here—”

“How is that supposed to make me not panic?!”

“Cas, do I need to get Y/N out of here?” Sam demanded over your shoulder, already trying to move around you to shield you protectively.

You were surprisingly quiet and Dean looked over his shoulder at you. Your heart was pounding in your chest. “Cas, who is it?” you asked quietly.

He only swallowed at the tightness in his throat and opened his mouth to offer some kind of explanation, but no sound came out. You felt like you didn’t really need him to answer anyway. You already knew.

“It’s him, isn’t it?”

A second figure now came around the corner and Dean dropped his duffel bag where he stood, his fists clenched.

“Welcome home, Winchester Clan!” Gabriel said cheerfully, his arms spread wide.

There was just a stretch of tense silence between all of you which the archangel finally broke again. “Dean, if you wouldn’t mind just stepping a liiiittle bit to your right so I can—”

“What the hell are you doing here? How are you here?!” Dean demanded, his jaw tensing.

“That’s how you want to start this?” Gabriel asked, a grimace on his face. “Come on, Dean. I’m here to help. I’m not here to kill you over and over again. Not this time. I promise. Scout’s honor.” He made a small cross over his heart with one finger. Gabriel tilted his head, trying to look around Dean to get a better view of you, but it wasn’t necessary because the next moment you stepped around him slowly.

He couldn’t help the small smile that grew on his face. You found the golden light in his eyes staggering, just as you remembered it from your vision.

“…you,” was all you could get out. Sam and Dean exchanged a tense glance.

He bounced a little on the balls of his feet and slipped his hands into his pockets, actually the result of nerves, but he was hoping it just made him look nonchalant and nonplussed. “Me.”

“You’re—but you’re… What are you doing here?” you asked quietly.

“I told you we’d be seeing each other again, didn’t I? You didn’t believe me?” he asked, cocking one eyebrow at you. You didn’t answer, just peered at him intensely.

He inclined his chin a little as he studied you. “Here—” he said. He moved around Cas and started toward you but was immediately met with loud yells and threats from the Sam and Dean causing him to stop abruptly and raise his hands, palms out. “Guys, guys, guys! Would you two just chill? Really! After all we’ve been through… I’d like to heal what’s left of that nasty gunshot wound if Y/N will let me. Or are you opposed to that? Because she’s in a lot more pain than she’s letting on. I’m guessing she’s hiding it so you two won’t go all crazy protective over her for the rest of her life.”

“No, I’m not!” you argued. Gabriel gave you a skeptical look.

“I can feel it,” he said. When he spoke those words there was something almost desperate in them. “Let me heal you. Please.”

You swallowed hard at the nervous lump in your throat and stepped around Dean again, giving him a small glance. “It’s okay,” you said.

Gabriel stopped right in front of you and gently touched two fingers to your forehead.

You straightened up immediately and breathed in a deep breath, completely filling your lungs, something you hadn’t been able to do without pangs of pain since you’d been shot. Your shoulders relaxed and you gave him a grateful but perplexed look. “Thanks.”

“Welcome home,” he said again, but this time it was quiet, like it was only for your ears. He rubbed the pad of his thumb over the fingertips that had just touched your skin. They felt strange, almost like the sensation when your foot falls asleep.

Dean suddenly interrupted the moment by pushing past Gabriel and heading toward the front of the bunker at high speed. Cas turned and jogged to catch up with him, wilting a little under the scowl Dean sent his way.

“Cas, you couldn’t have given us a heads up?” Dean asked angrily.

“You don’t think I tried? He broke every single phone I had and all the new ones I managed to get a hold of. And it’s not exactly like I could just fly over, is it?” he finished bitterly.

Sam stopped next to the two of them and dropped his duffel bag. “So… all those weird texts weren’t from you,” he said with sudden understanding.

Cas looked confused. “What? Weird texts? No. What weird texts?”

The Winchesters and Cas suddenly heard laughter behind them and turned to see Gabriel standing in the doorway with a satisfied smirk. Their expressions were stern.

“Oh, come on! That series of texts about the fuzzy toilet seat lid covers? The ‘bedtime thoughts’ texts? Pure genius on my part. You have to see the humor in this!” Gabriel simply watched as the muscles in their jaws twitched.

Dean rubbed a hand over the stubble on his chin. “Goddammit. What the hell is going on?” He turned and looked to Sam who was still just staring in Gabriel’s direction with somewhat wide eyes.

“It’s really not that complicated, Dean. I was sent back to watch out for Y/N. And that’s really all I know.”

This caused deep wrinkles in both Sam and Dean’s foreheads. “Okay, first of all, your definition of ‘not complicated’ could use some adjustment. I would say a DEAD archangel coming back to life is pretty complicated. Second, why does she need anyone more than us watching out for her?” Dean growled.

“Well, seeing as she was just shot and almost died I don’t think I need to really answer that question,” Gabriel snarked back.

Dean’s jaw and fists tensed and Cas stepped forward to put a hand on his shoulder to stop him from attempting to throttle the archangel. Gabriel only smiled serenely.

“That wasn’t their fault,” you argued, having just appeared behind Gabriel in the doorway, feeling sick again because you knew your brothers were already blaming themselves. “It could have been any one of us.”

“But it wasn’t,” Gabriel pointed out.

You looked suddenly weary. “I don’t know why we’re still talking about this at all. I’m completely fine. Better than fine now that I’m magically healed me up. I feel like there are more important things we should be discussing.”

Gabriel raised a finger, like he had a sudden idea. “You’re right. Chiefly, I need to know everything about you. Your likes, your dislikes, formative childhood experiences, deepest darkest secrets—”

You crossed your arms over your chest and were about to snark something back at the archangel but Dean beat you to it. “Alright. That’s enough!” he growled. “You were supposedly sent here to protect her, not be a total creep. You’ve just met her and you’re already trying to invade her privacy,” he said gruffly, his green eyes piercing on the angel’s face.

“Well, technically I think he already—” Cas tried to stop himself but it was too late and your eyes snapped over to Gabriel as he winced and anxiously ran a hand through his hair. Your mouth was hanging partially open and your expression was incredulous.

“What the hell did you do?” you demanded. When he didn’t answer and only shrugged vaguely, the corners of his mouth pulling down in a frown, you turned to Cas again who was doing his best to look anywhere but in your direction. “Cas… Cas! Look at me!”

Gabriel spun and locked his eyes on Cas as well. “Brother, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll be quiet…” he said through his teeth, keeping a forced smile fixed on his face.

“We all know you aren’t good at lying, Cas. Even a lie of omission. Are you really going to lie to me? After everything I’ve just been through?” You purposely tugged on his heartstrings and walked toward him so he had no choice but to glance at you as you moved closer. “Cas, I almost died. And you’re not going to tell me what this archangel who is supposedly here to watch out for me was up to?”

Gabriel shot you a look that was both a little stunned and impressed. “That’s low,” he said. You raised your eyebrows at him and then turned back to Cas again.

You could see the internal turmoil crescendoing until it finally burst out of him. “He went through some of your things in your room. I tried to stop him but—”

“Dude!” Sam exclaimed, his jaw clenching with anger. Dean shut his eyes against the rising tide of rage and his fists tightened. `

Your jaw dropped open again and you turned back to Gabriel and away from a very conflicted-looking Castiel. “What the hell!?” you demanded angrily. “Haven’t you heard of privacy? What exactly gave you the right to go through my room?”

He looked a tinge guilty for a moment before rearranging his features into a questioning expression. “Well, I think I should know a little about my charge—”

You shot a glare at him that was piercing and Gabriel felt his throat tighten. “Your charge? Let’s get one thing straight right now… I’m not your ‘charge’. You do not get to boss me around or make decisions for me.”

Gabriel tilted his head and gave you a peculiar look. “Well… strictly speaking I don’t think that’s true… You see, I’m supposed to protect you which means that I get to decide—”

You interrupted him angrily. “No. No, you don’t get to decide.” You looked at Cas and your brothers who all looked pretty unhappy about what had just played out. “I’m going to bed. Goodnight.” As you started down the hall, you heard his footsteps following behind you and as you reached the door to your room you spun to face him. “What do you think you’re doing?” you demanded.

Gabriel looked around as if he was expecting you to be talking to someone other than him, but he saw no one else. “Me?”

“Yes, you.”

“I’m just doing my job. You said you’re going to bed so I’m going to watch over you and—”

You angrily bit the inside of your cheek. “No. You’re not. You can stay the hell away from me while I sleep. You’re not setting foot in my room again.”

“Oh, come on! Y/N, please. You’re not really mad about—”

You turned abruptly and slammed the door in his face. Okay, so maybe you were really mad… “You know I can just appear in your room! I’m an archangel. An oak door isn’t—” The door whipped open again and you stood there fuming.

“Go away.” Your voice was quiet but Gabriel could easily hear the anger in it and for now he decided just to back off. You slammed the door in his face again and he sighed heavily, running a hand back through his hair.

Sometime later, Cas wandered down the hall and found Gabriel sitting on the floor, his back up against the wall just beside your shut door, his legs stretched out in front of him. Gabriel looked at him as he approached.

Cas didn’t say anything, just took a seat beside the archangel on the floor, stretching his legs out in front of him and staring at his shoes. Gabriel broke the silence first. “Look how far I’ve come,” he said, his tone clearly sarcastic. “I used to lead legions and now I’ve been assigned as some kind of glorified babysitter and here I am, a fallen archangel, sitting on the floor outside her door.”

“You probably wouldn’t be sitting here on the floor if you hadn’t botched that meeting with Y/N so spectacularly,” Cas mused. To his surprise the archangel actually laughed and glanced over at him.

“Yeah, I think you’re right about that, Castiel.” Gabriel sighed, leaning his head back against the wall. “I have a tendency toward self-destructive behavior.”

“When I was an angel, I mean—with my grace, so did I,” Cas said. “Perhaps there is something about being so-called ‘immortal’ that makes us reckless with our own lives.”

Gabriel sighed again heavily. “Perhaps.”

Cas looked over at him and he could see genuine worry on his brother’s face. “Don’t worry. She’ll be fine in the morning. She’s tough. Strong. But kind-hearted. She’ll let you make up for it.” Cas fiddled with the hem of his sleeve. “I see such a mixture of Sam and Dean in her.”

This only drew Gabriel’s brow down more deeply. “That’s what I’m worried about,” he said thoughtfully. “I don’t know why I was sent to protect her, but I do know how reckless the Winchesters are with their lives. And all without a single drop of grace.”

Cas’s lips curved ever so slightly in a thoughtful smile. “Yes. But selfless.”

Gabriel glanced over at his brother and felt a pang in his heart for his graceless friend. “Do you miss your trench coat and suit?” he asked him.

Cas’s eyes lifted in surprise at the question and he glanced down at his sweatshirt, picking a piece of lint off the sleeve. “I do. But… it felt wrong wearing it somehow. Like being in a suit of armor while not on the battlefield.”

Gabriel nodded and leaned his head back against the wall. A few moments of comfortable silence passed before he broke it. “I’m sorry for being such a dick since I arrived. All the phones… all the lying… all the snooping. It’s strange to say but I had a level of-—anxiety,” he tilted his head in a question, not even entirely sure that was the right word for what he had been feeling, “about meeting Y/N. And I still messed it up.”

Cas sighed again and patted a gentle hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Tomorrow is a new day.” He climbed to his feet and looked down at the archangel, a strange sight sitting like a child on the floor during time-out. “Tomorrow. Goodnight, brother.”

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brooklynboysficrecs · 4 years ago

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Ria’s Top 10 Shrinkyclinks Fics

I will admit this isn’t my preferred AU -- I won’t immediately jump on a fic just because it’s pre-serum Steve and WS Bucky. I gotta like the plot, or the premise, or be really, really intrigued by the tags, but to be fair, that’s how I am with everything that isn’t Modern Bucky and Cap Steve, so. That being said, I have read some truly fantastic shrinkyclinks stories, and I do very much love Steven “Fight Me” Rogers at his scrappiest. And these fics also tend to feature protective!Bucky which is another personal favorite of mine. Oh, but also: shrinkyclinks generally refers to pre-serum Steve with actual Winter Soldier Bucky, but a lot of people use the tag just to imply body types, and when they say WS Bucky they mean he’s all huge and muscled and sometimes has a metal arm, though that isn’t required. That’s the definition I’m going with as well, so hopefully nothing’s confusing!

1. If Wishing Made It So by leveragehunters. Before I get into anything about the actual fic, let me say this: leveragehunters is probably my favorite stucky writer. Like, hands-down, I read almost everything they write, and they’re big into fantasy stories, which is a great bonus for me personally. So, so, so many good shrinkyclinks fics by them (Even Underneath the Waves, a mermaid AU that features equal amounts of pre- and post-serum Steve, and A-mage-ing Grace with mage Steve are two of my other favorites, and they would’ve been on the list, but I try not to put more than one story per author, ya know? And IWMIS kinda wins out above the others for me, so). This story features jinn!Bucky who finds himself in the baffled hands of Steve Rogers, who is perfectly prickly and stubborn and good. Bucky’s got a terrible past with humans in general (and Hydra in particular, what a shocker) that he and Steve have to overcome as their relationship progresses, but that progression is frankly beautiful to watch unfold. I come back to this story time and time again because of how much I love these versions of Steve and Bucky getting to know one another, learning to trust each other, supporting each other through the worst the world has to throw at them. Plus, there’s a few more stories in this series if you get as hooked as I am, which is always great!!

2. Roots Have Grown by AustinB. I remember reading this and just... completely feeling what Bucky is going through. Not everything -- he’s an agoraphobic veteran, and I can’t relate to either of those, really, but he’s so... awkward about his crush on Steve. And that’s -- that’s relatable to me. But it’s precious, really, how he tries to help Steve even though he’s afraid to actually meet him initially; he becomes Steve’s sort of... anonymous benefactor? Guardian angel with money? Like, it’s definitely a sugar daddy type deal originally but I doubt Bucky would describe it like that. I don’t know, it’s cute, though, and I loved seeing Bucky opening up to Steve as they became closer.

3. Through The Woods by VenusMonstrosa, alby_mangroves. Okay, hear me out: werewolves. I fucking love werewolves in fiction; I mean, not really the romance novels you’ll see in the grocery store, but. Werewolf mythology is one of my favorite things, so seeing it in fanfiction almost always manages to lure me in. And I was so not disappointed with this story! Steve’s living alone in a cabin in the woods, which of course sounds like the opening to a horror movie, but here it leads to love. Werewolf Bucky is both charming and terrifying, to a degree, he’s a wolf, but he and Steve are fantastic together. This is another story that goes in on the trust aspect of their relationship and I for one am a big fan of that. There’s some violence, minor character death and the like, but it’s definitely not undeserved so. If you can handle that (and the sex, because there is sex in this) then I highly recommend this one!

4. The Joy of Little Things by obsessivereader, Sealcat. And so we move from werewolves to dragons. Yup. Dragons. Another of my beloved mythical creatures that I obsessed over when I was kid. Bucky’s capable of shifting into a human in this, but primarily he’s a big ol’ dragon that surprisingly doesn’t want to eat the scrawny sacrifice from the local village. Steve ends up working for Bucky, instead, and from there hilarity ensues. Steve’s obviously wary of Bucky, but Bucky isn’t at all what he’d been expecting, and they grow closer the longer Steve’s staying in Bucky’s caves. There are a couple of stories with Dragon!Bucky, but this is my personal favorite; it’s cute and heart-warming and, well. I just really like it.

5. I Just Want to Love You in My Own Language by agetwellcard, inediblesushi. So this one has Cap!Bucky (Bucky!Cap?) but again, sometimes it’s more about how Bucky looks rather than his role as the Winter Soldier. Anyway, I remember my biggest take away from this story was how adorable Bucky was in his quest to win the affections of sassy Nurse Steve, who patches him up after missions and is probably playing hard to get. Bucky uses terrible pick-up lines, absolutely awful, and he is completely unashamed of that fact. Which is, as I said, adorable. Steve, initially, does not agree with my assessment, but he gets there eventually. After some requisite drama, of course.

6. Tint & Shade by forestofbabel. Oh, god, this one hurt me, I remember that pretty clearly. Bucky is the Winter Soldier in this, and Steve is a 21st century art therapist who just so happens to resemble his late grandfather, Captain Joseph Rogers, who fought in -- you guessed it -- WWII. Like I said in the intro, if I really like the premise of something I’ll usually read it regardless of the configuration of pre-/post-serum Steve and pre-serum/WS Bucky, and this was definitely one of the fics I got into for that reason. Having actual WS Bucky interact with a modern pre-serum Steve is always interesting, given how much they don’t have in common, generally (there isn’t even really the veteran status that modern Bucky sometimes has in fics), and it’s a journey to see how and why they connect. Having Steve resemble his WWII era grandfather caught my attention, and the fic itself made me grateful that I decided to go for it in the first place. This is another one where is trust is key to their relationship, considering the mental/emotional state Bucky is in at the beginning. Very good story overall!

7. Fourth Floor by dirtybinary, mithborien, picoalloe. So dirtybinary has written some amazing stucky fics, which is why I was so excited when I saw this being posted initially (a few years ago, but still). There’s magic! Mystery! Suspense! Some NatSharon! Looking this over, I’m wondering if I should’ve saved it for the Urban Fantasy list I wanna do (and If Wishing Made It So, if I’m being honest) but I do like it for the shrinkyclinks list. The writing is great, the characterization of Steve and Bucky is great, and like, they live in what is essentially a magical apartment complex, so what’s better than that?

8. my heart tells me you are lonely, too by FanGirling. Alright, so I read this one as it was being published, and the slow burn about killed me. You know, in a good way, though. Bucky lives in Steve and his mother’s apartment building, trying to figure out where to go with his life now that he’s broken free of Hydra and gotten his autonomy back. He’s obviously wary, skittish, but he takes a liking to Sarah Rogers when she reaches out to befriend him, surprised anyone wants to be near him let alone take the time to get to know him. Steve... is not so easily sold on Bucky. And I’m not gonna spoil anything here, but the shit these two go through is intense, and I cried a lot during this fic, sometimes out of frustration because they’re both ridiculous about their feelings (of course Bucky’s fears are valid, the man has been through literal hell, but also I was internally screaming a little as Bucky continually talked himself out of getting closer to Steve.) I wanted to wrap the both of them in about thirty blankets for pretty much the entire length of the fic. God. They’re just -- they’re so incredibly sweet in this one, once they work past their issues (Bucky and Steve are both more than a little messed up from their respective circumstances, but they make it work). Mind the tags on this one, also, especially because there is a chapter that deals with attempted sexual assault against Steve (obviously not with Bucky!), but Bucky handles the situation before anything truly nasty happens, that I can promise.

9. Local Raccoon Befriends Angry Chihuahua by charlesdk. This is yet another author I really love; they have a fantastic farmer!Steve/Modern!WS!Bucky story that I love to bits, as well as other great fics. But anyway, this one. The title sold me the second I saw it, honestly, I can’t even pretend that wasn’t the deciding factor in me reading this. I don’t think I can really do any better than the summary in explaining why I recommend it; feisty tiny Steve and lovestruck grumpy Bucky are a winning combination in my book. This one does feature the boys dealing with homophobia and ableism, though I can’t recall how severe it is. So I’d just mind the tags, and if you’re alright with them, thoroughly enjoy this story.

10. The Road to Hell is Paved with Tony’s Good Intentions by pinlilli. Bucky as a mail-order Russian bride. That’s the detail that pretty much demanded I click on this fic, and oh my god, it was even better than I ever could’ve expected. Tony, in a bid to help Steve get over his awful ex-boyfriend (fuck Brock Rumlow in every universe, honestly), literally orders him a husband -- in the form of beefy James Barnes, who is a fucking gem and I will not hear one bad word against him. He does chores, it’s lovely and adorable, and you will definitely fall just as hard as Steve does. There’s some canon-typical violence in this one that relates to James’ past, but nothing super graphic as far as I remember. Again, Rumlow is a dick and should be treated as such, but he’s hardly the most important part of this fic and I urge everyone to take a look at it if they’re as intrigued by Bucky being a mail-order husband as I was.

#stucky #stevebucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #captain america #winter soldier #chris evans #sebastian stan #fic rec #shrinkyclinks #top 10

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theyearoftheking · 4 years ago

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Book Forty-Seven: On Writing

“The road to hell is paved with adverbs...”

My career path was pretty clear from a young age... I wanted to write. I wanted people to find my books at the library, I wanted people to recognize me on the street, and I practiced my loopy scrawl for those autograph opportunities.

The people around me encouraged my writing; but no one (except for the esteemed Danielle Steel) taught me HOW to write until I got to high school. My first formal writing class was actually a journalism class, and that was the best start I could have had. I was taught crisp, concise writing, absent of flowery prose, excessive words, and unnecessary details. So, I basically un-learned everything Ms. Steele had taught me (flowing locks, cornflower blue eyes, shockingly beautiful... you get the idea). So, thanks to Rod Vick, my journalism teacher, for teaching me the WHAT and the HOW of writing. And thanks to my Grandma, for keeping all those romance novels around the house.

If you weren’t lucky enough to have Mr. Vick teach you how to write, and if your grandma didn’t keep shelves full of bodice-rippers, the next best thing is On Writing. Steve is clear; he considers The Elements of Style by William Strunk Jr. and E.B. White the bible for writers. And he’s not re-writing the bible. Instead, he just gives some fun insight into his stories, some biographical nuggets, and some clear, concise rules for writers. Here are a few of those rules in no particular order:

1. “Write with the door closed, rewrite with the door open...Once you know what the story is and get it right... it belongs to anyone who wants to read it.” This is far better than Hemingway's advice to write drunk and edit sober. Your liver will thank you for this later.

2. The best advice ever: “...put your desk in the corner, and every time you sit down there to write, remind yourself why it isn’t in the middle of the room. Life isn’t a support system for art. It’s the other way around.”

This is my little corner of the dining room where I write. When I need to “close the door” I pop my headphones in and focus. When I’m rewriting, I can use my husband and daughter as a sounding board. As I type this, my daughter is grilling herself some Asian-marinated tofu, and chattering about her first day of virtual middle school. It’s perfect, I much prefer it to having a big desk in the middle of a lonely room.

3. Adverbs. Avoid them like the lovely, deadly, horribly common plague they are.

4. “The best form of dialogue attribution is said, as in he said, she said.” I had a dear friend tell me she had learned this in a writing class, and applied it to her manuscript. Her writing professor informed her most people breeze right past the attribution, and pay more attention to the dialogue itself. When writing my own manuscript, I rejected this piece of advice and instead used lots of “grunted,” “sighed” “considered” “pondered” instead. Seeing as how I’ve now head this advice from two different people, I suppose it’s time I start listening.

5. If you don’t have time to read, you don’t have time to write. So. Damn. True. Early in the book, Steve talked about how most writers have a moment where they read a book and decide, “Yeah, I could do better than this. So I’m going to!” Writers also have moments when we’re so blown away by the beauty of a turn of phrase or an image, and we know we’ll never be that damn good. Both are worthwhile experiences, but you need to pick up a damn book and read in order to have them. Steve also talks about how one can read in sips and swallows. Quick reading done in a waiting room or on a bus can be a sip. Reading done under the comfort of several quilts with a cup of tea on a cold night is a swallow. Both types of reading get the job done.

6. The difference between a novel being plot driven, or character driven. Steve claims most of his novels are character driven. The only plot driven novels he has written are Insomnia and Rose Madder, which he doesn’t find particularly inspiring. I agree about Insomnia and the damn Oompa Loompas, but Rose Madder is still an og favorite. Sorry, not sorry.

7. Maybe the most cardinal rule of all... “Never tell us a thing you can show us instead.”

Interspersed with these nuggets of wisdom are stories about Steve’s life. He talks about his start as a writer, how a paycheck managed to appear just when his family needed it the most, and his recovery after his horrific accident. And perhaps the greatest mystery of all was solved! Steve talks about a year or two of his childhood spent living in West De Pere, Wisconsin!!! Yaaaas! The most important of ALL Wisconsin references.

In case you can’t tell, I love this book. I have a well-thumbed copy I come back to for inspiration and direction. Many regard it as one of the most important how-to books for writers. Even non-writers will enjoy the biographic details as well. It’s a lovely book. <- intentional and ironic adverb use

Total Wisconsin Mentions: 30

Total Dark Tower References: 45

Book Grade: A+

Rebecca’s Definitive Ranking of Stephen King Books

The Talisman: A+

Wizard and Glass: A+

Needful Things: A+

On Writing: A+

The Green Mile: A+

Hearts in Atlantis: A+

Rose Madder: A+

Misery: A+

Different Seasons: A+

It: A+

Four Past Midnight: A+

The Shining: A-

The Stand: A-

Bag of Bones: A-

The Wastelands: A-

The Drawing of the Three: A-

Dolores Claiborne: A-

Nightmares in the Sky: B+

The Dark Half: B+

Skeleton Crew: B+

The Dead Zone: B+

Nightmares & Dreamscapes: B+

‘Salem’s Lot: B+

Carrie: B+

Creepshow: B+

The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon: B

Storm of the Century: B-

Cycle of the Werewolf: B-

Danse Macabre: B-

The Running Man: C+

Thinner: C+

Dark Visions: C+

The Eyes of the Dragon: C+

The Long Walk: C+

The Gunslinger: C+

Pet Sematary: C+

Firestarter: C+

Rage: C

Desperation: C-

Insomnia: C-

Cujo: C-

Nightshift: C-

Gerald’s Game: D

Roadwork: D

Christine: D

The Regulators: D

The Tommyknockers: D-

At the moment, I’m currently deep inside Dreamcatcher, which is just as miserable as I remember it being. Must...keep...reading... Dark House is waiting for me on the other side.

Until next time, Long Days & Pleasant Nights,

Rebecca

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kiwi-cake · 6 years ago

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Mated part 4

Werewolf!Luke

Warnings: smut

Masterlist

After the whole ordeal with Luke, Y/N went straight to bed without getting anything to eat. She hadn’t even eaten half a slice of pizza before Luke insisted she go home, but she was so tired that all she could do was crawl under her covers and close her eyes. It was annoying that she had just spent all day sleeping, and yet the minute she wasn’t with Luke anymore she felt exhausted. She didn’t know how this whole mate thing worked, but it seems like she should be fully charged after spending time with him. Maybe it took longer to get a ‘full charge’ after a long separation, or maybe their argument drained her energy again, but it was annoying either way. Especially when she got under her favorite blanket in her favorite pajamas and still felt incomplete. It was like she had been eating plain tortilla chips her entire life, and suddenly someone throws all the toppings you could ever think of into her bowl and boom she has nachos. After eating those nachos, there’s no way she can enjoy plain tortilla chips again, no matter how stubborn and rude those nachos are to her. She can protest and resist all she wants, but she’ll only end up unsatisfied in the end. The only thing that made her feel a little better was that Luke was probably feeling the same exact thing. Sure, the symptoms of their separation didn’t physically affect him as much as her (she suspects that’s due to his stupid superior genes), there was definitely a glimmer in his eye when he looked at her, like she was a precious little egg that he wanted to cherish and protect for all of eternity. So if there is any divine retribution in the world, then right now his heart is aching and his stupid long arms are wrapped around a pillow as if it was her. And the thought of that made her maniacally laugh a few times and drift off to sleep.

She definitely wouldn’t put that night on her top ten best sleeps ever. She was tossing and turning all night, and her dreams were plagued with bad memories. Well, one bad memory in particular. Her mind seemed to really love when Luke told her they weren’t going to be together, and decided to replay it over and over. And if that wasn’t enough, it also added in bits of him saying he didn’t want her, that she wasn’t good enough for him. Which is just a real nice gift from the part of her brain that held her subconscious insecurities. So, when the door to her dorm was pounded on a few times at 9am, she didn’t even consider getting up. Rebecca or her boyfriend who was always here could answer it. She heard footsteps walk to the door and the deadbolt being unlocked.

“Y/N” called Rebecca after a minute, “there’s some bloke here for you.” Y/N’s stomach flipped. The only guys who knew her dorm number were Michael and Luke, and Michael would’ve just walked in. Her first instinct was to jump out of bed and into his arms, but the logical part of her shoved that instinct deep down. “Tell him to go away,” she called back. Luke could definitely hear their conversation, but frankly she didn’t care. There was another pause before Rebecca responded.

“He said he’d give me a muffin if I let him in, so he’s coming in,” Rebecca responded, her voice muffled by what must be the aforementioned muffin. She heard the door close and heavy footsteps getting closer to her room. The kind of footsteps made by way too expensive boots. She scrambled out of bed and peeked her head out her bedroom door. It was him, of course it was him. Today he was wearing a blue flannel and she wanted to see what it felt like, but yet again she repressed the impulsive twit inside her head currently making decisions for her.

“Thought you had really good hearing or something, I said I don’t want to see you,” she glared.

“I brought you muffins,” he said with his stupid pearly white smile. Her stomach rumbled in direct defiance and she knew she couldn’t pass up a whole box of muffins from an actual bakery.

“Thank you, you can leave now,” she tried to take the box from him, but he kept a tight grip on it.

“Ah ah ah, I only have one request: you can have all 11 of these muffins if you listen to me for ten minutes,” he said to her confidently, as if he already knew she was going to say yes. She squinted up at him, considering his offer.

“You have five minutes,” she said, grabbing a muffin out of the box and biting into it hungrily. She allowed him into her messy room, since she assumed whatever he had to say shouldn’t be overheard by her traitorous roommate. She sat on the edge of her bed and to her surprise he sat down next to her. It was weird to see him in her messy room, situating himself on her full sized bed, like seeing a grizzly bear in the middle of a McDonald’s.

“I thought over what you said…” he started quietly, “you were right.” She chokes on the bite of muffin she had been chewing at his admission of guilt. She never thought she would hear him say he was wrong, not in a million years. He seems like the type who would never suggest he had done anything wrong in his entire life, let alone flatout admit it. His eyes widened at her sudden choking and he patted at her back until her choking subsided.

“Please chew your food more carefully, I won’t allow you to die before my allotted five minutes are up,” he said, “I should have taken your feelings into account. I sometimes forget that this whole thing has an affect on you.” He gazed down at her face like she was aphrodite herself, even though she definitely resembled a chipmunk who was given too many muffins at once.

“You’re just so human,” he said, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear, “Your life and everything about you is so untainted, I can’t imagine anything from my world having any hold on you.” She was in the danger zone. She could feel his words wrapping around her like a hug and pulling her back down into the deep.

“I’m sorry I lashed out at you yesterday. I just wasn’t expecting to have to explain the whole thing to you so soon, especially not after the murders.” One look into his soft eyes and she was a goner.

“What happened to them, the people who were murdered?” she asked cautiously, hoping he would open up to her for once.

“Our enemy pack, they used to show some restraint when it came to human lives. All wolves, good and bad, have an unspoken agreement not to harm humans, that way no humans get suspicious and we can preserve our way of life. But this other pack, I think there was a change of leadership. Now they’re hell bent on killing any human they can get ahold of. And you...” he brushed over her cheek lovingly, “you would be a target because of me, and I couldn’t live with myself if anything happened to you. But I don’t think I can leave you either. I think… the safest place for you is with me.” He got a very intense, determined look on his face, and she had never felt more secure.

“I like that plan,” she said. Her heart glowed when he smiled and his dimples appeared.

“Yeah?” he looked carefree again, like how he looked when he was asleep. There must have been some outside force acting on them, pulling them closer. He tilted her chin just a bit, so he had a perfect view of her raptured face, and he pressed a soft, almost hesitant kiss on her lips. In that moment, she knew her suspicions were confirmed. He had felt everything she did, the whole time. She gripped his shirt to pull him impossibly closer and he took that as a sign that it was okay to explore her mouth. She couldn’t help but let out a little moan. Everything about him was so overwhelming. He pulled away with a popping sound and she admired his swollen lips.

“I’ve been waiting so long to do that,” he said, pushing her gently so she was laying flat against the bed.

“It’s your own fault,” she giggled as he placed a kiss just below her ear.

“Don’t remind me,” he pressed his mouth against hers again, this time with more urgency. In every romantic novel she had ever read, they always say something about how kissing their significant other is like oxygen to them and blah blah blah. It’s a cliche. But as she kissed him and felt one of his hands roam over her hip, she kind of got it. Whenever she had kissed a guy before, it was always just okay. It was exciting the first few times she’d ever done it, but then it just became an annoying precursor to sex. With Luke though, everything he did was right. Every touch was exactly what she needed in that moment. It was enlightening and it only made her want more and more. She experimentally circled her hips against his and he let out a breathy moan against her lips. How could she stop after hearing that? There was already a growing bulge in his jeans, it only took a few more swivels of her hips for him to pull away with a dark look in his eyes. She smirked back up at him. He tapped at her knee and she spread her legs wide enough for him to get between them.

“You’ll be the death of me,” he said hungrily against the base of her throat, leaving a trail of searing kisses. The first rut of his hips against her clothed center was enough to make her moan again, which seemed to spur him on. It had been a while since she had anything but her hand, and the friction of his heavy cock against her would probably have her coming undone in minutes. But she didn’t want that, she wanted him inside her.

“Luke?” she whined breathlessly, “I need you.”

“I know baby, I know,” he finally pulled away from her neck, “but first I need to taste you.” He easily pulled her shirt over her head along with her sleep shorts and underwear, leaving her completely bare in front of him. She would usually feel a little shy at this point, but the way he traced over every curve on her body made her feel worshiped.

“So wet already, I’ve hardly touched you,” he said looking down at her center. He licked a thick strip over her heat, collecting her wetness, and he closed his eyes briefly as he savoured the taste.

“You taste so good, how do you expect me to do anything but lick your sweet cunt every moment of the day?” He went to work straight away, taking her sensitive button into his mouth and thrusting a few fingers inside her. She gasped at that and gripped fistfulls of his hair to keep her sane.

“You’re so tight, love, don’t know how I’m going to give you my cock if I can barely fit three fingers.”

“No, please, I have to--- I need…” the words tumbled out of her mouth. She felt irrationally desperate for every part of him, but what she wanted most was to hear him moan on top of her again.

“Darling, don’t get so worked up,” he pulled away from her center and frowned at her teary eyes, “Can’t say no to you.” He finally removed his own clothes, and his member slapped up against his stomach. She was enamored by the sight of him, so thick and angry all because of her. There was precum collecting at his tip and she longed to fit her mouth around him and suck him dry. He anticipated this, however, because he pushed her back against the pillows, promising, “next time love, won’t last if I have your pretty little mouth around me.”

“Shit, have you got any condoms?” they were both so caught up in the moment that they almost forgot.

“I’m on the pill,” she replied, thanking her teenage self for starting it. She couldn’t bear having a piece of rubber between them. He seemed relieved too.

“You’ll tell me to stop if you feel uncomfortable, won’t you,” he asked, brushing his thumb over her cheekbone, and she nodded, “good, I don’t want to hurt you.” He painted the head across her center and she gave him a ‘stop teasing’ look. When he finally entered her, it was slow so she could adjust to his size. She could tell he was trying to hold his composure.

“Jesus,” he breathed out once he was all the way in, “you’re so damn tight.” Once he was ready to move, he started out with slow, deep thrusts. They were both just enjoying the new feeling of each other. She could feel every ridge of him, and he seemed to be overwhelmed. He hid his face in the crook of her neck, nosing along where she must smell good to him. A particularly deep thrust had her grabbing onto his broad shoulders for support.

“Faster,” she breathed out.

“My girl likes it rough, eh?” he grinned and placed a chaste kiss on the corner of her mouth. Her insides fluttered when he called her his girl. When he picked up his pace, she wailed out in bliss. Every time he thrusted into her, he hit that spot deep inside of her that no one had ever been able to do. He took one of her nipples into his mouth, and flicked over the other one with his hand. It was enough to send her toppling over the edge. His mouth had gotten her halfway there before he even got inside her. She had never been surprised by her own orgasm, nor had she ever come so quickly. He felt her squeezing him even tighter and smirked down at her with his smug face.

“Usually, I’d make you ask to come, but I’ll let it slide this time,” he said, stilling his thrusts while she got through her sensitivity.

“Such a pretty face, what did I do to deserve you?” he traced over her features.

“Just got lucky I guess,” she replied, giving him the okay to keep going. When his movements started again, they were more rough, more desperate. He sucked marks into her skin and kept a tight grip on her hips. Her soft moans had turned into her practically screaming without a thought as to who could hear it.

“Shh, love,” he ran his thumb over her lips and she immediately took it into her mouth, “Can’t have your roommate hearing you. Your sounds are only for me to hear now.” She whimpered more quietly at that, and he seemed to like that it had that affect on her.

“Love this cunt,” he said, speeding up even more, “so wet and warm, and all mine. Can’t believe how good you feel.” He removed his thumb from her mouth and replaced it with his frantic lips. His hand briefly grasped her breast before moving to her clit and circling it a few times. The little bit of friction was all she needed to feel her second orgasm approaching quickly.

“Luke?” she pulled away from his mouth for a second and looked up at him. His pupils were blown wide, to where she could barely see the blue of his eyes.

“Yes, love?”

“Can--- can I cum?” she felt that intense wave in her tummy, and with the way he was fucking her and playing with her clit, she didn’t know how long she could hold it off.

“Of course baby, since you asked so nicely,” he let go of her hips, allowing her to meet his thrusts. She let the wave overcome her and her throbbing cunt must be squeezing him nicely because his hips stuttered and he closed his eyes.

“You’ll take everything I give you like a good girl, won’t you sweetheart?” he was sucking another mark just above her collarbone.

“Yes… please I want it,” she moaned breathlessly. When his hot load finally entered her, she felt complete. She circled her hips around him a few times, trying her best to help him through his high with the limited energy she had. He practically collapsed on top of her when he was done. She wrapped her arms around his neck to play with his curls contently. He pressed a few kisses to the spot he had been marking up before, then she felt a sharp bite that made her flinch. He quickly ran his tongue over the spot to soothe her and the pain was immediately gone.

“There,” he said, looking down proudly at the prominent mark, “won’t have any other wolves bothering you anymore now if they know what’s good for them.” He pulled out of her and she frowned a little at the feeling of being empty. She felt him start to drip out of her hole and she immediately clenched her thighs. He flopped down beside her and pressed a kiss to her temple. In her small bed, spooning was pretty much the only option for two people (especially if one of those people was exceptionally broad), but that was just fine with her. All of the emptiness she had been feeling last night was gone, she could hardly remember the feeling. Her mind was free of worry, replaced instead by content. All there was was Luke, holding her just right as if it was written in his DNA to do so.

“I like being in your dorm,” he said as she traced the lines of his palm.

“Why? It’s small and the RA refuses to get the heating fixed,”

“I know, it’s just easy to pretend here. If someone walked in right now, they would just see a regular guy who snuck into the girl’s dormitory building to see his girlfriend. I never got that, and if you’re tangled up in this mess, you’ll never have that,” his voice held a bit of sadness and regret, which she definitely couldn’t stand for. Not when she had never been this happy.

“What are you talking about,” she turned around so she could look into his eyes, “If I wanted to end up living in a little house with a white picket fence, don’t you think I’d have been dating one of the idiots that go to my school? That life never really appealed to me, maybe a part of me was waiting to stumble into your world, but I wouldn’t do anything differently if I had the chance. I like you… a lot, so you’ll just have to get used to me being around.” She gave him a peck on his cute nose and was satisfied with the smile that stretched across his face.

“I think I can definitely get used to that,” he grins, flipping her over onto her back.

After that morning, she was either with Luke, in class, or waiting for him to pick her up. Just the sight of his car was enough to make her heart start beating faster. She hadn’t been to her dorm in days, but she had no complaints. In fact, it was usually Luke who suggested she go back to study alone, as he was always worried his loud house would be hard for her to focus in, but it turns out it’s much harder to focus if he’s not with her, or at least in the same building. Once he realized this, she became a permanent fixation at his house. She usually got help from Calum (he’s really good with Biology), or she would just ask Clare or Ashton to quiz her with flashcards. Sometimes, when she was sitting on the couch with a textbook, Luke would plop down and pull her into his lap. He always said he just wanted to help her make an outline for the chapter, but that never lasted long when he gave her soft, intentional kisses down her neck and she could feel him pressing against her bum. No, whenever he helped her, they would always end up in the nearest room with a lock on the door within ten minutes. She would feel bashful about practically dropping her panties whenever he walked in the room if he weren’t clearly as needy as her, if not more so. He wanted her whenever and wherever he could have her, which means it wasn’t uncommon for her to wake up with his head in between her legs, or for them to take full advantage of the tinted windows in his car while in the parking lot of her university. She’d never had so much sex in her life. This did, however, mean that her social life had taken a bit of a hit. It had been probably a week since she’d seen Michael, but if she had to pick between her friend who frequently had crazy girls chasing him and cuddling into Luke’s scent as they drifted off to sleep, the latter would win every time.

Her 3:30 class was really dragging on today. It wasn’t that she wasn’t fully interested in the concept of statistical probability (which she wasn’t but that’s not the point), she was just anxious to see Luke. He had some kind of business to do last night, so she had to fall asleep in her own cold sheets and walk to school. It definitely didn’t help that the professor was lecturing 15 minutes past when class was supposed to be over. When he finally dismissed everyone, she was the first one out the door. She knew he would be waiting outside for her, leaned up against his car like always. She didn’t know, however, that he would be wearing a crisp blue sweater that matched his eyes exactly, which only made her quicken her pace even more. He had that adorable lopsided grin on his face, and his hair looked extra fluffy. She practically leaped into his arms when she reached him.

“Hi baby! How was class?” he said, wrapping his arms around her and pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“Boring. I missed you,” she grumbled. His chest vibrated with laughter.

“I saw you less than twenty four hours ago,” he teased, but then whispered into her hair, “I missed you too, loads and loads.” He was swaying her back and forth and she laughed at his silliness.

“Are you ready?” he asked and she nodded in reply. They were about to put her bag in the backseat and head back to his house when she heard someone call her name. She turned around to see Michael standing a few feet from her looking very confused.

“Y/N?” he repeated, “What happened to you?! I haven’t seen you in weeks… I thought you got kidnapped by some cult or something.”

“Sorry…” she said, drawing a blank for any excuse, “I’ve just been really busy, and I forgot to respond to your texts.” She felt like a bad friend. The least she could do was reply to him every once in a while in between hanging with werewolves and school. Michael’s eyes then flicked up to the tall man standing behind her.

“Who’s this bloke?” he said in a half whisper that even a normal human could have heard. Now Y/N really didn’t know what to say. She definitely couldn’t see ‘Oh! This is my werewolf mate Luke! I’ve been basically living with him and his werewolf pack for the past week which is why you haven’t seen me’ going over too well. She was panicking hard, and Luke must have sensed it.

“I’m her boyfriend, Luke,” he said smoothly, draping an arm over her and stretching a hand out to Michael, “I believe we met briefly in the forest a while back.” Michael looked stunned for sure. Y/N had been single for a long time now, and now suddenly she was dating the guy who yelled at her for dropping her ramen noodles in the woods. It probably didn’t help that Luke was flashing one of his dizzying smiles, which tends to make everyone a little disoriented.

“Uh, yeah, nice to meet you mate,” Michael shook his hand hesitantly.

“It seems I’ve been hogging our dear Y/N, haven’t I?” Luke looked down at her and gave her the smallest peck to her temple, “I’ll just be in the car and let you to catch up, love.” And with that he left her side all together and got in the car. It was a little freaky how quickly he could flip a switch and become this ultra-normal, charismatic boyfriend character, but she supposed he had to be good at that in case anyone ever got suspicious of them.

“You’re dating that rude arsehole from the forest?!” Michael exclaimed as soon as the car door clicked shut.

“He’s not actually rude--- well he isn’t rude most of the time,” she replied, internally smirking because Luke could hear her.

“Are you sure Y/N? I mean I totally get it if you’re just in it for a good fuck. I mean the man is a solid ten, even I’ll admit it, but if he’s holding you captive for trespassing in the forest again, just blink twice and I’ll call the police.”

“Jesus Michael, I’m not a hostage. I ran into him in the library a few weeks back, and we kind of hit it off…” it was nice to talk to someone else about Luke, even if she had to lie a little.

“Okay… just be careful not to bring any instant meals around him. You never know what could set him off,” Michael joked.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she grinned. It was good to talk to her best friend again.

“But…” he trailed off. Dammit, she knew there was a catch, “I think you owe me a night of fun after all of the stress you put me through. I’ve gone grey worrying over you!!” he pointed at his obviously freshly dyed grey hair.

“There’s a party at one of the frat houses, it’s supposed to be a rager, and I haven’t gotten wasted with you in ages,” he said, ignoring her groans.

“You know how much I hate frat parties…” she whined.

“Pleeeeeease?” he pouted out his bottom lip.

“I’ll think about it and let you know,” she said, reaching for the car door handle, “I have to go, Luke promised me ice cream and the good place closes at 5.” She hopped into the car and shut the door before he could say anything about their open-ended plans.

“Look at little miss popular being invited to a party,” the man next to her said smugly.

“Ugh, just shut up and drive,” she said, feigning annoyance as his hand took its natural place resting on her thigh.

It was a typical friday night for them after the ordeal with Michael. Usually when they got back from campus, there was some kind of issue that Luke had to deal with. Ashton or someone else would be waiting by the door and give Luke a look. Luke would press a kiss to her temple and go off to somewhere in the house. The house was so big that there was still rooms she hadn’t seen, and she liked to imagine there was some secret werewolf crisis room where they sat around a table for conflict resolution. She would then wander off to Claire’s room for some company. Claire had become a good friend over the past few weeks. There weren’t as many girls here, and most of them were more interested in rolling around in the dirt with the guys, which was fine, but Y/N didn’t think she could participate without breaking most of the bones in her body. Claire, on the other hand, was always available for a chat and a buddy to try out the latest beauty trend with (tonight it was green tea face masks). After an hour or so, Luke would be done and want to see her again like a needy little puppy. So he would poke his head through the door and that was Y/N’s cue to wash off her face mask, so she could spend some quality time with her boyfriend. Sometimes, ‘quality time’ meant him giving her a proper fuck while she gripped his sheets for dear life, but tonight it was just watch the great british bake off while she played with his

“Jesus Norman! We’re all rooting for you to win, but you won’t if you keep making boring shit,” Luke had gotten quite into the show since she introduced it to him.

“Babe he can’t hear you,” she laughed, taking out the braid she had done in his hair after realizing she’s shit at braiding.

“Whatever, it won’t be my fault when Paul and Mary send him home…” there was a moment’s pause before he spoke again, “I think you should go to that party, love.”

“Eww, why? If I wanted cheap beer possibly mixed with date rape drugs then I would’ve gone to a lot more frat parties before this,” she said.

“I know, but I think your friend is suspicious of me. You can’t just drop off the face of the Earth without people noticing. Your time with us has to be gradual, and that means going to a few shit parties.”

“But I’d rather stay here with you,” she pouted, pressing her face into his shirt and sniffling a few times.

“I know, but can you go for just a few hours please? I’ll pick you up as soon as you’re done and then we can do whatever you want for the rest of the weekend,” he could tell she was hesitating, “please baby, just a few hours to make me happy?” She had to tear her eyes from his face because she could feel a ‘yes’ trying to slip off her tongue.

“But I could do so many other things to make you happy,” she pouted, slipping off the couch and onto her knees in front of him. She played with the drawstrings of his joggers, looking up at him with her own pleading eyes.

“Oh, you’re so cute button,” he said, stroking through her hair, “but let’s focus on what we were talking about.”

“But it would make me so happy too! Don’t you want to make me happy?”

“Of course I do baby… Go ahead and take what you need, but remember we’re not done talking.” That was all the encouragement she needed to rid him of his joggers. There was already a prominent bulge in his boxers and she licked a thick strip over the material.

“Don’t be a tease,” he ordered, tugging her hair. He lifted his hips for her to slide his boxers down as well, and his cock sprung out. Her fingers ghosted over him in all his glory, from his red tip to the thick base of him. She couldn’t decide what she wanted to do first, but another tug at her hair reminded her to be quick about it. She greedily mouthed at his head, savoring the precum that had collected there, then slowly started inching further onto his length until her nose was practically brushing against his pubic bone.

“Don’t take more than you can handle, lovie,” he smirked down at her, which infuriated her. He was always so calm and collected, always in control. If he were going down on her right now she’d have been whining her head off by now. She knew he was affected by her mouth on him from the way he was grabbing at her hair with a clenched fist. She just wanted to see him lose it for her. So she suck his cock slower than she ever had before. Usually she was so delighted to have him in her mouth that she wanted to make the most of it, but this time she’s in it for the long game. She pulled off, instead giving small kitten licks to his tips while she jacked him off at an sluggish pace. One look at his face told her that his resolve was breaking. That’s when she suddenly gave him everything she had, taking him all the way down her throat. She switched between the two until he had his eyes screwed shut and his hips jolted up whenever she loosened up.

“Will you fuck my mouth please?” she asked sweetly after pulling off once more. He had a heated glint in his eye as he nodded and pushed the her head back onto his cock. He used the grip he had on her hair to guide her mouth to meet his thrusts, and she gripped onto his toned thighs to keep her hands from creeping between her folds.

“You’re so good to me baby, such a perfect mouth for me to fuck,” he always became more vocal when he was about to cum.

“Jesus, let me look at you,” he lifted her head just enough to see her fucked-out eyes and swollen lips, “such a good girl for me.” He mumbled a few other things she couldn’t hear before he came down her throat. She swallowed all of it eagerly. He had never let her swallow, always preferring to pull out and fuck her instead. As soon as she sucked the rest of the cum still leaking from the tip, she put his softening prick back into his boxers and rested her head on his thigh. He had his eyes closed and his head leaned back against the couch. His breathing was heavy, and she had never been more proud of herself. After a few minutes, he opened his eyes and started to brush through the knots he had made in her hair.

“Come her sweet girl,” he said, patting his lap. She crawled back onto the couch and could hardly protest when he kissed her deeply and moaned at the taste of himself on her tongue. She laid her head on his shoulder and sighed contently. From the heaviness of his eyes, all she had in store for her tonight was a little nap and probably more sex.

Somehow, despite her predictions, she ended up in the passenger side of his car, wearing a full face of makeup and a cute outfit, right in front of the frat house she had been avoiding her entire college career. Her arms were crossed against her chest, as they had been the whole way there. She was mad at him and she wanted to make sure he knew it.

“Can’t you at least come with me?” she whined.

“Sorry, darling, I’ve got top secret alpha business to do tonight. Maybe next time,” he looked so good in his soft flannel, and she just wanted to curl up and hide in it.

“Next time? Dear God… Aren’t you supposed to be worried about someone sweeping me up off my feet?”

“Well… that would be rather unfortunate but if some bloke wins your heart tonight, then what can I do? Besides, I’m not the jealous type,” he grinned. Dammit. He knew that she was wrapped around his finger.

“Yeah, that’s very believable,” she grumbled, begrudgingly opening the door.

“Text me when you’re done,” he said as she gathered up her coat and purse.

“Yeah, yeah whatever…”

“And Y/N?” he said, turning her back towards her, “Just know that it’s taking everything in me to refrain from fucking you in my backseat right now. Be good and stay safe tonight” He captured her lips and kissed her until she was breathless. All she could do after was stumble out of the car, mumbling about how he messed up her lipstick.

Request for Part 5 please

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manifestoonmoralmanlove · 5 years ago

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Gormless Ch. 8 - I’d rather these ball sacks havers had haverballsacks.

A well-meaning friend gave me a book series that is hilariously bad. The first book was Souless and my riffs were entitled brainless. This second book is entitled Changless and these riff are then gormless.

I mean to say I have entitled them gormless! Not that my riffs are dumb, and the effort I spend on them stupid since I’m the only one who enjoys them. HAHA!

The story is SUPPOSED TO be about how a badass lady wearing a rad-looking carriage dress hits baddies with her umbrella and bangs her hot werewolf husband. In reality it’s mostly poor attempts at being witty, flirty, and superior.

For the last book check out the brainless tag.

If you want the TL;DR version but want to read these new riffs anyway?

This story is set in supernatural Victorian steampunk England. Alexia is our NOT LIKE OTHER GIRLS protag. She is a soulless, which means she’s able to negate the abilities of vampires and werewolves by touching them. She’s recently married a big oaf, named Lord Connel Maccon. He’s the manchild in charge of the supernatural police with a zillion dollars and he’s totes super hot too ok. Their relationship is mostly arguments about how Maccon can’t tell her fucking anything. Alexia has also recently become head of ~Soulless affairs~ in Queen Victoria’s government. She has a dumb friend named Ivy, a gay vampire friend named Akeldama, a family who’s evil because they do the same shit as her but while being blonde, and most importantly Alexia is better than everyone cause…cause.

Last time on Gormless:

There’s some mysterious force that’s turning the Vampires and werewolves into humans. Alexia is in charge of figuring out that deal, and she is doing a bad job at it. Her husband is in charge of the Supernatrual Police (BUR) so he’s going to Scotland about it.

Alexia is also going north to help her husband with a crew crafted for a comedy. and oh boy I can’ts wait.

Chapter 8 – I’d rather these ball sacks havers had haverballsacks.

The next day they touch-down on Scottish soil and immediately Maccon is there. He was on his way, smelled her…what near 2,000 feet in the sky and just followed the dirigible until it landed. Yeah okay sure suspension of disbelief or whatever. You know what I’m not going to suspend my disbelief for? The fact that apparently all werewolves, including Maccon travel in wolf form and only bring a basic cloak to hide their nudity with when they transform. Apparently all places just have outfits, for every conceivable body type and size, set aside in case they have werewolf visitors. I guess they’ll all just have to never bring any food, weapons, paperwork, books, toothbrushes, gifts, or literally anything else when they travel. That seems highly practical.

He could just hold a bag in their mouth or give him a doggy back-pack. Hell, since this is a fantasy, I might suspend my disbelief if you told me that these ball sack havers had haverballsacks which were just infinity scrotums that they can literally pull whatever they felt like out. I KNOW THIS IS A DUMB STICKING POINT BUT SHE PURPOSEFULLY MADE IT SUPER UNPRACTICAL AND FOR NO FUCKING REASON RRRRRRRRRRGH!!!!!

So back to reality, Ivy officially rejects Tunstell. Tunstell then starts flirting back with Felicity and being mean to Ivy. Okay sure. LeFoux convinces the crew she should go with because the pack they’re going to see (Kingair) has a broken aethographor she says she’ll fix. By broken aethographor she means women, and by fix she means fuck.

I don’t believe I said it in full yet, but the spanker ship I mentioned earlier was housing the Kingair clan of werewolves. The humanization seems to follow these werewolves who can’t change shape, and it seems to have started when there Alpha mysteriously died. Maccon used to be Alpha of this pack but mysteriously moved over to his current pack by killing the leader there. So off to the center of the mystery everyone!

When they get to the big old dingy castle, there is a huge middle aged tough-ass Scottish woman telling them to piss off. Maccon says he’s there for BUR (the supernatural police) and not cause he used to be the Alpha there. She seems cool with this, despite having obvious animosity to him personally. Her name is Sidheag. Alexia instantly endears herself to everyone by remarking very loudly that the castle is filthy. When Sidheag threatens to throw her in the rain again, Alexia says if Sidheag would mind if she would do some dusting. This ~endears~ her to Sidheag. I suppose anybody else would think she’s a rude spoiled little shit but its protags the best day here in shitty self-insert novel #84zillion.

Half the people in the clan seem to hate Maccon, while the other half like him. Also a weird moment where Maccon introduces his whole merry band but totally leaves out Angelique…and I’m pretty sure the only reason is that the author forgot. She’s the slave of the group anyway HAHA!

We also learn that Sidheag is apparently Maccon’s great-great-great granddaughter. Alexia is not happy that Maccon was previously married before he was a werewolf and had living descendants that she doesn’t know about. 4 things about this:

1.) I couldn’t be less surprised. Maccon literally says nothing to Alexia besides, “You’re unbearable, let’s have sex woman.” We’ve all known he’s a fucking sack of dogshit.

2.) None of these relations attended Maccon’s wedding? Do they ALL hate him? That bodes well, and also isn’t surprising because I believe we have established he is a pile of puppy poop.

3.) I can forgive it, but it’s irritating to me that Alexia had never got sexual tingles, or kissed another boy before they got married. However Maccon? 100s of lovers and his spawn litter the Scottish country-side. I don’t think it was the author’s intent to wave that huge double standard around but it just bugs me.

4.) The reveal about how Sidheag is related to Maccon would have been a MUCH BETTER CLIFF-HANGER AND ENCOUNTER!

Imagine, if you will, the crew goes to the castle looking for Maccon, they run into a hostile Sidheag, Alexia introduces herself as Lady Maccon and it instantly sets off Sidheag. Perhaps calling Alexia a trollop, and says that Maccon is HER last name as well.

DUN DUN DUN! GOOD CLIFFHANGER!

We open up the next chapter with an Alexia/Sidhaeg scuffle, Alexia perhaps assuming that Sidheag is Maccon’s ex-wife or maybe even a current wife. That TRASHMAN! AREN’T THESE BOOKS SUPPOSED TO BE FUN? MORE ACTION PLZ! However before anybody is seriously injured Maccon intervenes after he heard a gun go off and settles the dispute with the truth.

So back to this sad reality. Maccon goes to talk with the Beta of the pack and the rest of the crew settle into their rooms. Alexia overhears Felicity asking Tunstell if she’s ~safe~ since they have rooms next to each other.

*YUCK BARF*

Tunstell does probably what I would have done, GET THE FUCK OUTTA THERE!

Alexia has the brilliant idea of hiding her bag (which was attempted to be broken in before) in Ivy’s room. She convinces Ivy this is a good course of action by saying that she’s hiding a gift she got for Maccon in the bag. Socks, like really good socks that she needs to check on every now and again. That’s dumb but fine.

Alexia goes back to her room to get dressed for dinner. (God that sounds so annoying, why do people like this time period again?) Maccon shows up and fails to seduce her. They then have one of their OH SO DELIGHTFUL back and forths. Where basically Alexia tries to ask Maccon about why he leaves without telling her anything? (but tells Lyall) What is going on with the Kingair clan? What’s his history with the Kingair clan? Why he didn’t tell her he used to be married? Why he didn’t think it appropriate to tell her he has great-great-great grandchildren running around? And if he has other great-great-great grandchildren running around?

These are all great questions, and I wish the writer wasn’t such a hack that answering any of them would spoil this or future books. So the most we get out of Maccon is, “I didn’t tell you because you didn’t ask and you were supposed to have children before you turned into a werewolf. Also the person who is Beta wolf now, wasn’t Beta under me.”

HAHA GREAT! Meanwhile Alexia off-handidly mentions she took a tumble (in a really forced way) so Maccon can get mad in turn for her not sharing everything with him. Alexia does this really annoying thing of pretending to be demure and sweet in order to avoid telling him. Which like,

1.) Ew

2.) Maccon is clearly not into the wilting flower business I have no idea why you think acting all coy is going to make him forgive you or whatever.

3.) Why are you hiding this from him anyway? She puts herself in danger all the time and Maccon acts like it’s, at best an annoyance. He is shown to have gotten way more upset when she does stuff like ‘Not sit with him at dinner’ and ‘Want to know anything about him.’

But in the end Alexia tells him that she fell off the dirigible but is fine. You know the reason why Alexia tries to hide the ~tumble~ from him by acting like a ninny? It’s to make their two situations seem equivalent when they’re super not.

On one hand we have a woman who didn’t immediately tell her husband about a dangerous situation she was in, even though it only happened the day before, and she wasn’t injured. She, when pressed, tells him about it.

On the other hand Maccon leaves her totally in the dark about a lot of relevant information about his past, present, and the current situation they’re in. Also Maccon doesn’t properly answer any of her questions. He just dodges it and shirks responsibility the entire time. Yet we’re made to believe that they are equals in the relationship with matching baggage. BULLSHIT! Like in all these dumb fuck titles, the man has vastly more power and we feign female empowerment because the woman pouts at this injustice even if nothing fucking changes. This is summed up best with the last lines of this chapter.

“Are you going to tell me the real reason you came back to Scotland Do not think you have thrown me off the scent so easily.”

“I never doubted you, my sweet demure little Alexia.”

Lady Maccon gave him her best, most fierce, battle-ax expression, and they went down to dinner.

THAT’S HOW THE CHAPTER ENDS! He just doesn’t answer and the author just moves the plot forward on clumsy legs regardless.

Say something nice Faps:

Sidheag is cool. I hope she’s not ruined.

Castles are cool.

The sock back and forth between Alexia and Ivy was actually kinda cute and funny. Even if it was dumb as hell.

#soulless #changless #gormless #riffing

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Oleander, Thyme, and Daed? :D

Absolutely!! :D Sorry, this took a few days too! I had many words, heh.

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Full Name: Oleander Everclear Wormwood.

Gender & Sexuality: Agender + Grey-aromantic pansexual.

Pronouns: He/Him or They/Them

Ethnicity/Species: Child of the Inbetween?? is his best guess??

Birthplace: Northern Iceland.

Guilty Pleasures: Ha, Oleander doesn’t do guilty pleasures. He likes what he likes and what he likes is nunya business~ :P

Phobias: Water in the sense of being wet; not being able to breathe.

What They Would Be Famous For: He’s pretty infamous as Lund’s former apprentice (har har) and for being an Archmage at a terribly young age, at least in the sense people know of him in a really vague sense.

What They Would Get Arrested For: He can be so lazy at times, I’m going to go with just plain ole trespassing or being Daed’s accomplice.

OC You Ship Them With: Thyme!! Kingcup too in that good brotp way, but Thyme’s the only person I ship him with ~*romantically*~.

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Hahahahahahahaha!! Best of luck ‘cause you won’t succeed. Lund has the most motivation to do so though, just out of pure spite, but he’d never get close enough.

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Horror, horror, horror! From classic and shitty, he loves bingein’ on horror films. Reading is basically a chore though so he doesn’t have a favorite there.

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: Mhm. I don’t think Oleander is well-versed in the language of cliches enough to know what his least favorite is. He doesn’t like it when the hidden big bad is revealed to be an Inbetweener (so so lazy and overdone!) or when people just split up. He’s always gonna death-glare while muttering to himself ‘why do you want to die?’. It’s just madness.

Talents and Powers: He’s absurdly talented with Anima Magic for his age and there’s …other… things… too… :)

Why Someone Might Love Them: He’s sturdy like a rock! That’s definitely a huge reason both Kingcup and Thyme like him. It’s really hard to honestly rattle him and that’s kinda nice to have in a friend, you know? He’s also a massively sarcastic little dipshit with a sharp but not cruel tongue and a love of truly bad things. He knows how to have a good time, you know? :P

Why Someone Might Hate Them: I wanna say the massive sarcastic little dipshit thing sarcasm (and it’s definitely a possibility) but I honestly feel the monotony of his voice would probably get to people first. In high doses, I imagine it grates real easy.

How They Change: Out of the three mains, Oleander probably changes the least. He starts as a deadpan snarky kid who goes to support club to basically shut up his roommate and at the end, he’s still really similar to that person. But~! That’s okay. He ends knowing more about himself and what happened to him in his past and he’s on a much healthier path for healing because of that knowledge and that kinda overjoys me a lot. c:

Why You Love Them: !!! I love his silliness! I love his bluntness!! I love his monotone sarcasm and his love of ugly awful things that he sincerely feels are wondrous!! He’s been such an old character of mine for years and years now and I still just love learning new things about him and seeing how far he’s come from his original pissy protective edgelord beginning and I’m so so so happy I finally wised up and made him the main character of Icarus. It works so much better now. Just! /love love love

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Full Name: Thyme René Oxeye!

Gender & Sexuality: Cisguy and bisexual!

Pronouns: He/Him

Ethnicity/Species: He’s from a werewolf clan, though not technically one himself. He’s a junk wolf and has a bit of fae in him too. \m/!!

Birthplace & Birthdate: Romneya Backwoods and March 20th!

Guilty Pleasures: Tabletop RPGs. He needs to run a game for Oleander and Kingcup one day, needs!!

Phobias: He has a lot of general anxieties and a nasty habit of internally catastrophizing most of his actions but as for actual phobias, not really.

What They Would Be Famous For: Raising the Dead? Unfortunately??

What They Would Get Arrested For: I’ve mentioned it before but stealing dogs, for sure! He hates seeing them neglected and he has no qualms stealing them to give them some joy~ 💕

OC You Ship Them With: OLEANDER! 😭💕💕 I love them together so much but for less obvious choices though, him and Deacon are my strictly fwb guilty pleasure and I think him and Volkamenia would be good together too. They’re both just so cute and dopey.

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: I wanna say Kingcup just because but she’s really not the type to murder. So Thyme’s roommate Deacon is gonna be my choice! They have a fun relationship. :’D

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Thyme loves documentaries so damn much, that nerd!! 😭! He knows so much useless and stupid info because of them, especially given how many bad ones he watches it. It’s ridiculous. Like Olea too, he’s not a huge reader but he likes …absurd queer adventures like River of Teeth? He’d love that kind of book.

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: Mhm. He’s really bored by gritty grimdark cynicism? Just, no.

Talents and Powers: He has his death empathy thing and Thyme totally does the Elle Woods ‘What, like it’s hard?’ thing when it comes to natural magic too, lol.

Why Someone Might Love Them: Despite his anxieties and insecurities, he’s a very outwardly bright and compassionate young man who does honestly try his best to bring some more warmth and happiness into the world.

Why Someone Might Hate Them: Oh ho ho. Outside of his anxieties and insecurities which feel like unfair hits, Thyme comes off as a little goody two-shoes at times and someone who is more nice than he is kind. It’ll rub people that wrong way for sure but honestly? Kingcup is screaming that Thyme is far too reckless when it comes to his magic!! He took a miles width chuck of the Backwoods into the Inbetween, raised a rabbit from the dead, got burned and took none of that to heart!! What the Fuck, Thyme!! Any one of those things would be bad but all of them combined?! What were you thinking!!

How They Change: 😭😭😭💕💕💕 Thyme starts off treading through a sea of guilt while spiraling downwards in anxieties and chipperly trying to pretend ‘Everything Is A-Okay! :)’ It’s not, at all. I love seeing him grow the most of out of the three, coming to terms with his connection to death and what happened in the Backwoods and actually accepting kingcup isn’t wrong about him being a reckless little shit either thyme what the fuck. By the end, I’m basically rolling on the ground in glee and pride about how far he comes in maturing into and working towards that better version of himself that’s still uniquely Thyme and It’s Wonderful!

Why You Love Them: I love his sincerity! I love his anxieties! I love his compassion and I love his recklessness, oh my god! He is my darling bisexual disaster of bisexual and the type of character I’d fell over heels for as a teen. His journey is so so much fun and while he’s no longer my main character for Icarus, I still have a massive soft spot for him (clearly). His family back in Romneya is also extremely dear to my heart, lol. I adore puppy-like werewolves who just adopt every misfit in sight because ‘we’re your family now!! :D’. Sue me.

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Full Name: Ira Myrrh Young Daedalus York

Gender & Sexuality: Cisguy & Aro Ace!

Pronouns: He/Him

Ethnicity/Species: He’s pretty human.

Birthplace & Birthdate: In the woods and he’s pretty sure it was like July 25th. Probably.

Guilty Pleasures: See his favorite genres except like Olea, he ain’t that guilty over it. :P He really loves living domestic life too.

Phobias: Having his horror rub off and fuck up Oleander is kinda high up there. Also, he doesn’t like insects or iguanas.

What They Would Be Famous For: He’s pretty famous for his ability to break things and his vague detective skills too actually!

What They Would Get Arrested For: ….everything. Grand Theft Auto is real high on the list though.

OC You Ship Them With: No one, not his thing! I do think him and Thyme’s mother Dahlia would bond (and drink) over their mutual aro-ness and their delinquent children though! FRIENDSHIP! FRIENDSHIP! FRIENDSHIP!

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Lund? His folks? Other Knights of Pandora? There’s plenty of options.

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Trashy Romance Novels and Rom-Coms until he dies!!! \m/!!

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: Blood-Family is Absolute. Some people you need to cut out of your life and cut them out viciously. Also, just badly written love triangles?? You can do so much better than ‘x loves y and likes z and can’t choose between them’.

Talents and Powers: He has a natural talent for breaking things. \m/

Why Someone Might Love Them: He’s an effortlessly kind soul who tries his best to put some good back into the world. After all the Hell his folks have tried to raise, it’s the least he can do, you know? He’s also a great drinking buddy and the type of person who won’t ever leave you to feel sorry for yourself. He probably won’t actually help much but he’ll be there for you.

Why Someone Might Hate Them: People who figure out he’s a (former) Knight of Pandora tend to avoid him like a plague. Like there’s no need to get involve with them, and Daed doesn’t blame any of them any one bit. And while he is honestly very kind, he’s still blunt as fuck and doesn’t have the best handle of how to socialize politely.

How They Change: In the story, not much. He’s already dealt with his demons the best he’s ever gonna by then start so he doesn’t have much of journey. He’s actually more the mentor type to the three leads and I love him being the figurative dad/uncle type to them all. :’)

Why You Love Them: Daed’s Daed!! Oh my gosh, he’s a frickin snake in the best way. You see him and just thinks he’s a drunk idiot weasel and he kinda is but he’s also using that as a cover to map out your whole life and motivations and plans and figuring out if he needs to Deal With You or not.

But, you know, just for fun! :D

He’s just a strange character that you wouldn’t think sincerely wants to be a dad and dreams of having a cliche as fuck family but he does?? So so much?? Living in Dead Leaves with Oleander is like his dream come true and he’s so ready to help him be the very best Oleander that he wants to be! He’s also so ready to Beat The Ever-Loving Shit Out Of Anyone Who Dares to Hurt Oleander too. He knows Oleander can handle himself but he’s been through enough already. No more, no more.

#indecentpause #thank you!!#this is a little crash course into these lovely fools #i'll probably do kingcup too later just to have the complete set so to speak~#thyme oxeye #daed york #icarus at midnight #oleander wormwood

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twxntrash · 7 years ago

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An excerpt from my novel manuscript

Context of this scene: Phoenix, a mage, and Zoe, a human, both fourteen, have recently become friends after Phoenix saved her from a werewolf mauling. Phoenix hung out at Zoe’s place, Zoe fell asleep and when she woke up Phoenix had already left. This scene is just a text conversation between them afterwards.

She waited a few seconds until the room stopped being blurry, and when it did, she noticed a scrap of paper on the coffee table. Reaching over she picked it up and unfolded it. Getting off the couch, she walked to the wall and switched on the light switch so she could read the note.

Zoe,

You snore. It’s really loud, too. I don’t know if anyone’s ever told you this before, but, it was like I was sitting next to a running lawnmower that had just ran over a broken vacuum cleaner that was also turned on. But, despite the horrid noise, you looked pretty peaceful and I didn’t want to be the jerk to wake you up. (I’ll leave that to the neighbors when they burst down the doors because of the snoring)

I have stuff I have to do. I am here on Archmage duties after all, may have forgotten to mention that it was work reasons that brought me to this nice town, (This is my first mission actually, my first mission on my own! Awesome, right?) so, sorry for ditching you. I took the liberty to mess around in your kitchen a bit before I left. You’re out of hot sauce and salt. I made you dinner, or lunch/breakfast depending on when you wake up. It’s in the microwave. Also, you might want to do yourself a favor and clean out your kitchen, especially the fridge. It’s a nightmare to find anything in it and I’m pretty sure half the stuff in there has expired.

Peace,

Phoenix A. Kahele

P.S. Ramen packets don’t need to be refrigerated you heathen.

Zoe rolled her eyes as she finished reading the letter, it was so Phoenix, she could practically hear him as she read it. The boy had also scrawled out a rough set of numbers at the bottom left of the page which she assumed was his phone number. Fishing her pockets for her phone, she pulled it out and as she walked into the kitchen, started punching in his digits and sent a text.

Zoe (8:45): Phoenix?

Putting her phone on the counter, Zoe made a beeline to the microwave and opened it up. The smell of roasted chicken worked its way into her nose and down her stomach. If she wasn’t hungry before, her stomach kicked her until she was now. Next to the microwave was a bowl of white rice with a paper towel covering it.

She had to admit, it looked a lot nicer when it was cooked and in a bowl rather than sitting in a sack next to her fridge. Zoe felt happy for the rice. Somebody went through the effort to prepare and cook it. Closing the microwave, she started to nuke the poultry and rice as her phone vibrated.

Unknown Number (8:48): Phoenix here. Who’s this?

Zoe (8:48): It’s the IRS. We’ve come to seize your rundown barn and all the cows you’ve been holding hostage. Your dog, too.

Unknown Number (8:49): You can have the cows and barn, but please leave me the dog.

Zoe snorted and programmed his number into her phone. The microwave beeped and she grabbed her dinner as another text popped up on her phone.

Stitch (8:51) Don’t tell me you just woke up. Sleeping too much isn’t good for you.

Zoe plopped down onto the couch with her food resting on the coffee table in front of her. Positioning herself in front of the T.V., she turned it on and flipped through the channels looking for something good to watch. There was Gordon Ramsey and some reality dating show. She ended up settling on the obviously not going to last fake dating.

Zoe (8:52) Okay, I won’t tell you.

Zoe (8:53) By the way. Thanks for making me dinner. Why do you know how to cook?

The chicken tasted like someone had tried to force fuse a chicken and an entire spice rack together. Except, instead of some horrifying tongue destroying amalgamation of flavors, everything worked together wonderfully and the taste ended up something divine. It felt like she was living on saltine crackers up until now.

She didn’t even remember having a spice rack, let alone a chicken to be cooked, like, where did these ingredients come from?

Phoenix was right, she did need to clean out the kitchen.

Stitch (8:54): Sorry not sorry but your fridge has less real food than the dollar menu of a fast food joint. I did it for the science. I wanted to see if I could make something edible out of that disaster area. I take it I was successful.

Stitch (8:55): Also, I have a pseudo-mom who is married to doing mom-things. Cooking included. I learned a thing or two.

Zoe (8:55): What even is a pseudo-mom??

Zoe (8:56): But not going to lie, I wouldn’t have seen you as a cooking type. You look more like the hikes and fishing type. Or even the video game kind of person.

Stitch (8:56): Do dating sims count?

Zoe (8:57): I change my mind. Feed me to the werewolf. I can’t be associated with you.

Smiling, she ate and watched as the bland mannequin of a contestant took another beautiful Barbie wannabe woman on a date. Glancing at her phone, she changed Phoenix’s contact name to something a little less Hawaiian cartoon teasing and more for magical aspect teasing.

Magic Bird (8:57): You’re just jealous that I can talk to women.

Zoe (8:59): Doesn’t count if they got no pulse.

Magic Bird (9:01): That is racist. I’m offended for all the undead out there.

Zoe (9:01): Better get your virtual waifu to make you feel better.

Zoe (9:02): Also. Why’d you leave when I was sleeping? Actually, when did you leave?

Zoe played with her chicken before chomping down on it. It felt good to be eating something that wasn’t fried, salt encrusted, greasy or tuna. She needed to thank Phoenix for reintroducing her to real food.

She glanced down at her phone as she grabbed a forkful of rice, the typing bubble was pulsing.

Magic Bird (9:05): Had to meet with someone. Faunus. Didn’t want to be late.

Magic Bird (9:05): About 8

Zoe (9:06): Responsible. I like it. You’ll make for a fine husband one day.

Zoe (9:07): Speaking of meeting up, do you want to hang out some time tomorrow?

She waited as Phoenix typed, still happily munching on her dinner. It truly was something amazing, she needed to ask him for the recipe one of these days.

Magic Bird (9:10): Awww you miss me already?

Zoe (9:11): If you can cook like this for me all the time then Hell yeah I miss you and yearn for your overheated company. But, also, I have legit questions and stuff

Magic Bird (9:11): If you like my cooking that much you should try Aella’s

Magic Bird (9:11): she’s the pseudo-mom that taught me how to cook

Magic Bird (9:12): BTW, tomorrow is Monday, right? I have something to do in the morning, but are you free in the afternoon? Or maybe evening if you have school stuff to do.

Zoe read the text and chuckled a little as she stared at the screen. School stuff? He did know what date it was, right?

Zoe (9:13): Dude. It’s summer break. I’ve plenty of free time. I’ll head over round 3, meet up at your barn?

Magic Bird (9:14): Right. Summer. School kids don’t have school.

Magic Bird (9:14) But yeah. Think you can stay out of trouble until then?

Zoe (9:15) I wouldn’t bet money on it. But, if I end up in a flaming ditch somewhere, dying a slow and agonizing death, I’ll text you.

Magic Bird (9:16) Dork.

#Cam Writes Shit #Honestly this was the main non-spoilery thing I could find that i thought would be best to post

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fanfictionlive · 4 years ago

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In werewolf AU’s why are people always pairing the alpha wolf with the omega wolf?

Ok, so I love reading au’s and I sometimes find myself on werewolves au’s. Some of the stories I’ve read are of really good quality but a lot weren’t.

There’s so many issues with this over used trope, most of them happening if the werewolf story is also an omegaverse. I’m not going to point out all the issues with most of omeaverse/werewolf au stories, I’m just going to point out one.

Now I know most novels that deal with werewolves make this same mistake, or just consciously make this creative decision that’s entirely false, and that is to pair the alpha male of a pack with an omega. Now, I do realize a lot of people like this trope, I myself have read some and some have been really well written but let’s just stop and think realistically for a second.

In a wolf pack, which is where werewolf behaviour is generally taken from, there is an alpha male and female. Of course, recent studies shows us that the wolf pack isn’t as simple as that, and that there is in fact no such thing as alpha wolves, just mature, experienced wolf looking over and educating other younger wolves. In a wolf pack generally only one male and female are allowed to mate, I read once that this is done to keep the number of pups low in a wolf pack, it’s incredible how well organized wolf packs are! Well, getting back on track, this male and female wolves that are allowed to mate are called the alpha pair, they become the elders and the parents of the young pups.

Going back to werewolves, there is always the argument that stories don’t entirely need to follow the actually behaviour of wolf packs in real life. These are werewolves, fictional characters that change from man to wolf, anything goes! Of course I respect everyone’s creative choice in their story, and I know some people like to read the kind of stories where the alpha male rules over all, like I said I’ve read some of these stories and even enjoyed a few, well written, ones. And like I said before, I’m not going to address all the issues in this trope, just one, and that’s pairing the alpha male with an omega female.

In a werewolf pack, if we follow wolf behaviour, the alpha werewolf wouldn’t mate with the omega female, it just wouldn’t happen. They’re called the alpha pair for a reason. The male and the female werewolf lead the pack so they both need to be strong and capable. They both need to support one another and pull their own weight, not just in the bedroom but amongst the pack.

Now, I don’t understand people’s fascination with pairing omegas with alphas. I understand three of five following this trend but every single werewolf story is the same! Why? Why do we have to undermine women? (Note that something werewolf au’s are maleXmale which also applies, why do we have to undermine one male over another?) Wouldn’t it be a more compelling story if the female is also an alpha who stands up for her own and also supports her alpha mate? An alpha female that is respected by her pack?

Now, going into biology. For some reason unknown to me, some writers of werewolf/omegaverses give the female alpha a penis. Ok, first of all if a writer is doing this for sexual orientation reason, or for a very good reason in the story then of course yes. But if a writer is just doing this because, the alpha female has to be dominant so she must also have a penis, then no. I really don’t understand why someone would do that for that reason, I honestly don’t. Some of these writers argue that it’s because alpha females are not fertile and can’t bear children, but why though? Why can’t the alpha female be just like any other female werewolf? Why can’t they go through heats? Why do females in a werewolf pack have to be overly dominant or overly passive? Why can’t they be in the middle? Why do omegas have to be so weak? Imagine living in that type of hell where your entire kind looks down on your for being born that way? Why put characters through something like that?

To end this rant, I want to say that everyone has their own opinion and I know some people would disagree with me and that’s fined. I’m not the be all and end all, I’m just giving my opinion on the werewolf AU.

So what do you guys think? What are your thoughts on werewolf au’s?

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vrenaewrites · 5 years ago

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CRAVE by Tracy Wolff thoughts: Chapter 0 - 21

Full video here.

In which a mortal girls goes to her uncle’s boarding school after the death of her parents, and finds it full of creatures.

CH 0 for some reason: if you’re not living on the edge, you’re taking up too much space

“Try my hardest not to freak the eff out” - if you’re gonna use expletives, use them

Immediate info dump of “if you’d told me two months ago i was gonna be in fairbanks alaska to get a puddle jumper to denali, the highest mountain point in north america”

CH 1: landing is just throwing yourself to the ground and hoping you don’t miss

I thought these quotes were weird self help quotes but then i realized they were probably the chapter titles

The fog is referred to as “civil twilight” - this weirded me out because civil blood and twilight, idk if this is a real thing? Will look it up if i remember: it is the brightest of the 3 twilight phases and it is ABUNDANTLY clear that she added the civil part to not make it straight up twilight because this book is unwitting twilight satire

He tells her it’s a short runway “because it’s hard to keep a long one clear of snow or ice for any amount of time” HE’S IN THE MIDDLE OF LANDING A PLANE ATM BRO WE DON’T NEED ALL OF THAT INFO ATM

Grace is kind of funny if not a little cheesy

“Textbook landing” - maybe if that textbook is a horror novel he’s reading upside down and backwards - i don’t know if by listening to this i’m missing the line breaks and short sentences that would make this funny, so if i am lemme know but if she didn’t break this up it’s clunky

Her uncle is headmaster of the boarding school she’s being sent to

“Despite being a year younger than my own 17 years” - did you not read this out loud? Did no one hear how redundant that was?

“According to wikipedia, heeley - hailey? - has only one major road” she’s mentioned google and wikipedia at this point and idk if i’m the only one who finds that type of thing annoying af

“In weather that’s 20 degrees below freezing, if the app on my phone can be believed” THIS IS SO ANNOYING

“The insulated helmet will keep you warm as well as protect your head if we crash” yes macy we know what helmets are and also insulation, again the redundancy

CH 2: Just because you live in a tower doesn’t make you a prince

“Is that kadmere academy?” i shout - not, is that it? They’re on a snowmobile, with helmets on, and macy understood her...and she understood macy saying they’d be there in five minutes

She couldn’t google the academy

“I half expected quasimodo to be waiting for us when we got there”

It may be a castle but at least there’s no moat or dragon

Macy has short rainbow-colored hair

She’s wikipedia’d and googled her life away but didn’t expect to not be able to breathe since she’s coming from sea level and is now up in the mountains - i’m from florida and even i know what altitude sickness is

She sees a flash of red in the window “i don’t know who it is or why they even matter” ...what does that mean?

But she doesn’t see them when she looks back and she’s disappointed, which she acknowledges makes no sense…

“I should be bowing and scraping right about now”

It’s a castle with an xbox and giant flat screen, and they have wifi AND cell service up in the desolate mountains. I went to cossayuna - 476 feet above sea level, 7 miles from a town - and NONE of us had cell service the entire time

She picks up a chess piece and it’s a carved vampire, then a dragon

Then she comes face to face with the most intimidating guy i’ve ever seen, not just because he’s hot, there’s something different and powerful though i don’t have a clue what it is”

Face too intense to be beautiful, skyscraper cheekbones????, red lips, stone-cutting jaw, bottomless obsidian eyes, obscene lashes

Trapped by his stare, hypnotized by the sheer magnetism rolling off him in waves

“Annoyance flashes through me”

He’s blocking her view of anything else - did he step between her and the chess board?? Confusion, but because of this she has to look at his long lean body

“Double-wide shoulders” gross

“Nothing to do but admit that this boy is sexy AF - a little wicked, a lot wild, and all dangerous”

“Seriously, when exactly did i become the heroine of some YA romance? The new girl swooning over the hottest, most unattainable boy in school?”

CH 3: vampire queens aren’t the only ones with a nasty bite

He quotes hamlet to her, and she corrects him for fucks sake

“I warned your uncle you wouldn’t be safe here, but he obviously doesn’t like you much”

“Welcome to alaska?” “more like welcome to hell, now get the fuck out”

“Ignoring the pterodactyls flying around in my stomach” - this is a great line if it didn’t take you completely out of the action, which it does

This whole exchange about big bad monsters is soooooo fucking cliche

And he’s talking about the chess pieces the whole time????? Am confusion.

She’s so horny for this insane man screaming at her and cornering her

She says she’s lost everything that matters and he changes, his agony visible behind “layers and layers of defenses he’s erected”

It’s calling to her own agony

They're soooo connected and staring at each other

He pulls on one of her curls and it makes her super horny

“Five minutes ago he was being a total douche to me”

Pushing him is like pushing a wall of granite

He’s got a scar down half his face that she didn’t notice until now????

“A fallen angel with a bad boy vibe for miles”

She’s touching his scar…

“I don’t understand you”

AND SHE QUOTES HIM QUOTING HAMLET IN RESPONSE

CH 4: shining armor is so last century

“Mr. tall dark and surly” would be more snarky and cute if she didn’t just have an ~earth-shattering moment of connection~ with him over their agony or w/e

Some weird instinct i don’t understand tells me not to mention that guy - the amount of times this girl has acknowledged something she doesn’t understand is so redundant and weird.

She keeps referring to the guy she spent half the last chapter basically falling in insta-love with as “tall dark and surly” as if that didn’t happen, as if he was just a dick and then he left without all the insta-love shit

Uncle finn and flint is a student...couldn’t pick any other name?

“A smile in his eyes that’s as different from the other guy’s iciness as the stars just outside the windows are from the endless midnight blue of the sky” and i’ve fallen asleep while she was spinning this long unending heavy-handed metaphor

His eyes blaze with sympathy

He offers to give her a piggyback up the stairs…

“You’re so little i won’t even notice” not lyk other girls guyz

Four guys open the door and they’re all sexy AF, tall dark and surly is among them ofc

“I couldn’t help but wonder why the icy guy made me hot and the one lending me his warmth left me cold” WE GET IT WE FUCKING GET IT WE DIDN’T NEED YOU TO SPELL OUT THE ALLUSION

“I want a name to go with his insane body and even more insane face”

CH 5: things hot pink and harry styles have in common

Macy is a cinnamon roll i love her

His name is JAXON VEGA...JAXON. G2G

Macy was so nice to her that she finally starts crying because macy is the BEST

Grace puts on a harry styles t-shirt and macy is dancing around to watermelon sugar when she comes back. This book already feels dated and it came out last month

CH 6: no i don’t really want to build a snowman

She wakes up in the middle of the night thinking about jaxon and almost has a panic attack

I hope in the actual book there is a tw for panic attacks because when i see / read about the symptoms of one or a description of one it triggers one for me

She goes exploring the castle in the dark to avoid the attack

Some guys come in wearing like concert tees and ripped jeans and she wonders if they’re ghosts, like how hogwarts has ghosts

I could swear he was sniffing me which was totally bizarre and not ghostlike behavior at all - this was cringe except i was listening to it at like 2x speed so when you hear it fast it’s actually funny

The guys corner her

They say something like “show us what you can do” and they seem to smell something about her…? They’re werewolves maybe??

CH 7: Something really freaking wicked this way comes

Hate these titles sfm

“With my thin california blood, i won’t last in the snow”

Jaxon saved her ofc and makes the guys apologize

“The moon is doing its thing” they’re totally werewolves

She thanks him and he’s like “i just made you a pawn in a game” and she’s like dude what but he’s staring at her and it’s making her hot and bothered

He wipes blood of her bottom lip and sucks it off and she finds it SUPER sexy

“This isn’t like your old high school”

He whispers in her ear “you have no idea what i know” and i’m like..okay dis kinda hot or whatever

She wonders when she’ll see him again and why it matters so much to her - bitch because he makes you horny!!!! Just say that!!!!!!

CH 8: Live and let die

It’s at this point that i stopped for the first round, and i had to ask: why the FUCK didn’t macy or the headmaster tell grace that this was a school for - obviously - vampires and werewolves? Is macy one? Is it genetic? Grace is a mortal according to the back of the book.

Grace tells macy what happened minus jax

She mentions to macy the boys didn’t have cold weather gear on and macy’s like hmmm weird idk anything about that

And they’re going to a party tonight and grace is like i don’t wear makeup i only own makeup and lip gloss and i’m like...did i accidentally re-download AFTER because here we go with the NLOG syndrome

The party is a welcome party for grace - and it’s actually a high tea??? Tf?

“I’d die without netflix”

“Have you seen this show legacies? It’s about a bunch of supernatural creatures that go to a boarding school! Isn’t that silly??!”

And then macy says, “who can resist a hot vampire?”

Guys….are we SURE this isn’t satire?

“I can’t help remembering what those guys said about the moon doing its thing when i see the werewolf on the show…”

CH 9: Even hell has its factions

Omg her dress is showing off too much of her big boobs, maybe the jeans she originally wanted to wear will be better

Macy calls her beautiful and then we get a full “with my curly hair and freckles and this color eyes i’m so not beautiful, i’m wallpaper next to macy”

“We could be fashionably absent” lol

The beads on the door don’t shock grace but they shock everyone because she is NOT LIKE OTHER GIIIIIIIIRLS

This castle is goth chic baybeeeeee the light fixtures are downturned thorny black roses where can i cop these

“The pterodactyls in my stomach are now butterflies”

She says FML. did a 50 year old woman write this. Edit: i looked, i cannot find how old this author is

Velvet wallpaper, wall sconces shaped like dragons, LET ME IN

“Self-imposed isolation” lol little did she know what a phrase in the lexicon this would become in 2020

Cliques include muscular people near the windows, soft flowery delicate people in the back of the room which are macy’s friends, super-tall literally hot people in the middle, and the black-or-white money people that seem to be more formal

She says “basketball anyone??” re the tall people lol

I am going to guess: werewolves, witches, dragons??, and vampires

Macy keeps having coughing fits?

Hot redhead - simone, hot dark girl - lily, hot asian girl - gwen

“Simone’s just bitter all the guys are looking at you”

Grace loves dr. pepper so i fuck with her

Macy’s boyfriend is cam and his friend is james, who looks at her like she is food?

“I’m just not that interesting”

CH 10: turns out, the devil wears gucci

Would i have probably picked this title as well? Yes. did it make me cringe nonetheless? Fer shure.

“Do i need some jerk trying to make me his afternoon snack?” huh???? As far as you know these are normal boys...make it make sense

Jaxon makes his ENTRAAAANCE BABY

Dressed all in gucci black - she can tell from across the goddamn room

“Jaxon is anything but regular, anything but ordinary, even here among the blatantly extraordinary”

Icy blank stare soooooo much

She calls his voice low wicked and wild

She can’t stop thinking about “running my tongue over the perfect bow of his upper lip, dragging is lower lip between my teeth”

Idk where these thoughts are coming from!!!! Baby you 17 c’mon now

I try to think of anything else, snow!

She takes a drink and it goes down the wrong pipe lmaoooo

“At least if i find a bathroom i can die in peace” lol

But he touches her and she stops choking and she’s like “he couldn’t have stopped that, i know, but…”

He stares at her as he bites the strawberry and she takes it as a threat

CH 11: in the library, no one can hear you scream

“His moods change more quickly than my bffs instafeed” I -

Oh so NOW she’ll say “the fuck you in his eyes” but she was saying freaking and eff before...did her publisher tell her only x amount of fucks per book?

She goes into the library and her body is like RUN, but she ignores it…

There are beautiful gargoyles and ornate shelves and...stickers fucking everywhere?

The gargoyle is pointing to an secret room that says students needs permission, but she hears chanting and decides to check it out since it might be one of the native languages spoken in alaskaaaaaaaaaa

“Especially because some of them only have less than 4,000 speakers left in the world” okay gracie-pedia tf?

CH 12: it’s all fun and games until someone loses their life

She meets a girl named Leah - who was the one chanting

Okay but i do fuck with the horror movie quote pillows…

Damn leah’s boyfriend died…

“Tea from homemade leaves” again...read this out loud before you put it in a published novel...do you mean loose leaves? Do you mean homegrown leaves?

Is she gonna poison her????

“What do you guys have to lie about that’s so important?” “Everything”

CH 13: just bite me

“Lol jk”

“Finish your drink” BITCH IT’S POISON

Macy and leah are being soooo weird about what could have happened to grace on her own

Apparently leah is super popular and secretive so it’s weird she took to grace so fast - is this a NLOG sitch or a “come into my web little fly” sitch?

She pukes because of “altitude sickness” aka poisoning i bet

CH 14: knock knock knocking on death’s door

This theme of bastardization of guns and roses songs is really....something.

Grace takes a mental health day because she’s still feeling weird

Flint comes to check on her and invite her to a snowball fight…?

If your character’s name is grace, i feel like you can’t use gracefully as an adjective, the same way you wouldn’t say Rue said something ruefully.

Flint kisses her cheek and i’m already waiting for this Great Value Edward/Jacob triangle

But he makes her feel ~nothing~ compared to jaxon

CH 15: so hell actually can freeze over

Macy likes flint, uh-oh

But the different groups don’t mix

“What is this, mean girls alaska edition?” - stfu

Omg her uncle checks on her and he reminds her of her dad and :(

We get sooooooo much detail about how to dress to go out into the wilderness...here is one thing i was able to find out: tracy wolff lives in texas. So i feel like she did ALL this research and then was like y’all gonna LEARN ABOUT THIS I SPENT TOO MUCH TIME!

As a girl who has never ever seen snow, i felt this fascination

She finds a gnarled up weird tree guarding a trail

“A weird sense that i should turn around - like the feeling in the library - came over me but i knew i was just being silly”

The lack of survival instinct henny

She comes across a gazebo where leah and jaxon are sitting

CH 16: sometimes keeping your enemies close is the only thing that prevents hypothermia

That’s not a chapter title, it’s an entire sentence…

Ooh they’re having an angry, intimate convo

And leah slaps him!!

“They’re looking at me like they’re the predators and i’m the prey they can’t wait to sink their teeth into” we get it, first of all. Second of all, what is with the long-winded metaphors

“Every time i catch sight of him i feel something tug at me i can’t identify, something i have no ability to explain” it’s horniness.

Then she just leaves but he catches up to her

With his sexy af hair blowing

“Trying to run away from all the thing he makes me feel when really i just want to grab on to him and hold on tight” - so what is the truth?! You keep acting like you don’t know what the feeling is but clearly, YOU DO.

“Everyone answers to me, eventually.” - we found the line used in the adverts guys!

Oh my god, what an asshat. Asshole, i would have laughed. Asshat is stupid.

It’s annoying af

Doing my best dory impression: just keep walking

“Making friends with a dr - a guy like flint” CALLED IT, he’s a dragon

Leah’s boyfriend was jaxon’s brother

Neither leah nor jaxon was wearing a jacket. BOOM

CH 17: it’s discretion, not diamonds, that’s a girl’s best friend

Not only cringe but grammatically incorrect…she coulda just said “discretion is a girl’s best friend” and we woulda got the reference….

Grace mentions jaxon in front of macy and she’s supes weird and grace is FINALLY like wtf is the secret you’re hiding from me

“She looks at me like i’m a few snowflakes short of a snowball” SOMEONE. READ THIS OUT LOUD. WHERE IS HER EDITOR I JUST WANNA TALK.

The order?! “Just a nickname for the popular boys” bullSHIT

Macy FREAKS OUT when she realizes grace has been alone with jaxon

She says he was interesting and “macy looks at me like i said i wanted to bodysurf the alaskan tundra”

Macy “We’re talking about jaxon right? Arrogance of a rock star?”

She didn’t mention “the scar that turns him from to pretty sexy af, and scary af”

“He’s not the one who tried to kill me” “you’ve only been here a few days, give it time” get her MACY!

HE WAS LISTENING!!!!

CH 18: how many hot guys does it take to win a snowball fight?

Ooh jaxon mad that grace is going to flint’s snowball fight

“His breath is so warm and soft that i can feel it everywhere, even deep inside” okay you horny bitch!!!!! Was this cringe or did i like it or both?

“The orange and dark water scent of him” ...what? Dark water is a cologne? Or does she literally mean like the dark water of the ocean? What in confusion

Her throat is always tight and dry around him, all the time, every day

Flint pops up and he is wearing a dragon beanie…

The rest of the order shows up and “For the first time the phrase got your back makes sense” to grace...are you kidding me? You never understood a very simple common phrase til now? Sure jan

SEXUAL TRIANGLE TENSIOOOOOOOOON

But she only has eyes for Jaxon...they both reach to touch each other.

“Grace” it’s barely a whisper but i feel it all the way inside myself BITCH

“Something tells me this boy and his world famous disappearing act is going to be the death of me”

CH 19: we came, we fought, i froze

Civil twilight AGAIN.

“I didn’t think screwed up and obnoxious was your type” me-OW

The snowball fight happens

Sounds like fun, the designer faction isn’t there

“Did she just do parkour against that tree?” re: Macy so close to being funny. I did exhale through my nose. Then “did you just parkour that tree?” i DID laugh

Flint climbs the tree with grace over his shoulder ‘like spider man’ and all i can think is “you better hold on tight spider monkey”

The wind is so strong it knocks her out of the tree…

CH 20: there’s never a parachute around when you need one

Flint catches her in mid-air...this man… #teamflint2020

“You’re heavier than you look” dead

He has shame in his eyes? Why?

Because JAXON IS THERE AND HE IS MAD!

And flint is SUPER MAD!!!!!!!

Jaxon puts himself between grace and flint so grace can’t touch flint

“Can i just say i’m feeling a lot like alice in wonderland here? Things get curiouser and curiouser.” stfu

I was laughing because she was like “so much for fitting in, now i might as well be painted biohazard orange” but then she said fml. Stfu

Jaxon picks her up

CH 21: I like standing on my own two feet, but getting swept off them feels surprisingly good, too

If it takes up more than one line of a google docs page IT’S NOT A FUCKING CHAPTER TITLE!!!!!

Ooh and his arms feel really good around her, REALLY good

Now he smells like orange and snow and it’s making her crazy

Macy looks at them like she’s getting punk’d

“Grace.” “what?” “shut up.” i’m dead

“I sprained my ankle, i’m not dying of consumption” “yeah well, the night is young” this made me lol despite it being more of macy’s voice than jaxon’s

Jaxon is blaming grace for falling? “You don’t see macy falling out of her tree” is he negging her rn?

She’s called him super-sexy twice in a paragraph

Macy goes to get ice bc she’s scared of Jaxon and grace says, “Et tu, brute?” lmaooo

“I can do it myself” “maybe i wanna do it for you” and macy squeaks LMAO

His scar makes his smile a crooked little smirk...who else had a crooked smirk...the vampire this is 1000% based on, maybe?

“I find myself relaxing despite myself” guys. Reading is power. Read your work out loud so you can hear when you use the same word twice in a sentence, like this.

“My whole body lights up like the aurora borealis i’m still dying to see”

They almost kiss but don’t bc macy comes back

~~~

#crave #tracy wolff #jaxon vega #katmere #cringe books #book review #reading #fiction #negative review #booktube

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the-elf-mahat · 7 years ago

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October Positivity

Supposed to be an ask meme but I’m doing ‘em all and you can’t stop meeeeeee!

Under the cut though because things got long and effusive.

Vampire: Tag someone of whom you've been a longtime fan. @zaderick! We haven’t interacted much but I think you’re a phenomenal writer and your ship with @leywalker-starsworn gives me so much life and inspiration. Also PIRATES. Mahat would absolutely be poking around the Black Maw looking for work if Coldwall wasn’t a thing. Zaderick’s a fantastic character; keep on doin’ you, pls.

Shoutout to @spencerdarthellin, who DOESN’T POST ENOUGH but when he does holy hell is it good. I want to read a novel you write someday, man.

Werewolf: Tag someone who is one-in-a-million and comes through when you need them. @addie-the-pirate WHY ARE YOU SO WONDERFUL OMG. It’s weird. Stahp. (only don’t stahp I love it and I love you frand).

Fairy: Tag someone who you see as an asset to the community at large. @clothespanda! You were throwing yourself into making good stuff happen for the guild even before you were an officer and you’ve only doubled down since. I really respect and admire your ability to bring people together and make neat stuff happen.

@thegreatnyehehe is a server treasure and we don’t deserve them.

Jackalope: Tag someone who picked you up when you were down. @jebweaver NEVER CHECKS HIS TUMBLR NOTIFICATIONS but w/e. When I joined Coldwall a year ago I hadn’t roleplayed as Mahat in forever, and she and I were both kinda hesitant and nervous about being around new people. You took the time to get to know ‘Hat, which helped me get to know her again, and I appreciate that enormously. Marc and ‘Hat are a couple of sassmouth shady cinnamon rolls and I love their friendship. Thanks for all the crime, nerd.

Phoenix: Tag someone who is a bright light on your dash. @rask-the-rogue is a beautiful human being and scary-talented like woah. I get excited honestly whenever I see you post something, but especially for your stories and art. You are such a lovely, genuine, warm presence, and Rask is such a delightful character in any medium. I know we both get pretty busy with real life, but I hope we get to keep writing together for a long time to come!

Banshee: Tag someone who has looked out for you. @oil-and-firebrand, thank you so much for checking in on me, and for engaging with me and ‘Hat even when we vanish off the face of Azeroth for a while. It means a lot to me. Also you’re an awesome RPer and I wanna do more stuff with you!

@addressroleplays I got your back boo, and I know you got mine. <3 Thanks for being my friend!

Griffin: Tag someone whose friendship for you is priceless. @eldricceverton, I’m really glad ‘Hat threatened Wolf with a knife that one time! It was the beginning of a beautiful friendship, IC and OOC. You’ve been so great and encouraging to talk to when I needed it. I’m a huge fan of the way you write Wolf and I have fuuun plotting with you. Probably almost as much fun as ‘Hat and Wolf have kicking each other’s teeth in at the fighting pit! Almost.

Minotaur: Tag someone who you see as a leader in some way. @enigmatic-elegance! The best guild leader money can buy (btw I bought you in a bitcoin auction a while back sooooo expecting you at my house later, wear the fireman hat). No but seriously you’re straight up amazing and I have no idea how you do half the stuff you do (friend stuff! guild stuff! fire stuff! EMT stuff! writing stuff! website stuff! RP stuff!) but I suspect witchcraft and the Inquisition has been notified.

Hellhound: Tag someone who you see as a guardian or protector in some way. @grannyshanny she attac she protec she stronk. You take care of your friends and I love it. Whether via copious salt directed at the enemies or just being a digital shoulder to cry on, you’re my favorite mama bear (in a gay way). I’m so glad our characters get to be family.

Unicorn: Tag someone who is So Good, So Pure™ @soapiewhitacre PLS ACCEPT MY LOVE for you it is both eternal and constant. You are the human personification of a hug and I feel lucky to get to spend time with you, IC or OOC.

@xerxes-jasper, I love how you play your characters and how willing you are to roll with the punches to make a good story, even when it gets Xerxes thrown in a lake. :D Xerxes is a Precious Baboo and a Good Spoop Son, and ‘Hat rolls her eye at his antics sometimes but trust me behind the keyboard I am giggling like a fiend.

Mermaid: Tag someone who is a positive influence on you. @thebattlesheep is best sheep. You make the world brighter and happier wherever you appear. It’s a scientific fact about sheeps. Thank you for being your gorgeous self and letting me, a hat, sit on your head all the time. It’s comfy!

Bigfoot: Tag someone who seems bigger than life. @percy-dewdancer! I really hope I get to RP with you someday in game, I enjoy your writing and Percy as a character vastly. I don’t know if it’ll ever happen since as far as I can tell there’s plenty of other folks ahead of me in line, and ‘Hat doesn’t exactly go out of her way to chat up law enforcement (though since he’s not City Guard anymore WHO KNOWS, she’s less spooked by military types than cops). Either way I’ll be over here gently stalking your posts and admiring your writing skill, tenacity, leadership, and cursing vocabulary; don’t mind me.

Dragon: Tag someone who you see as really dedicated to their muse. @caterinaprimrose! HI WE’VE NEVER MET INGAME but I’m super into your aesthetic posts and in awe of your dedication and respect for a type of character that usually gets neither. Caterina is a deeply human, fleshed-out character with a shallow sparkly surface and you portray all her facets so, so well. I hope she finds happiness again, I’m rooting for her!

@high-inquisitor, you and Archelaos are pretty much the definition of dedication to my mind; he goes through a lot of changes, but you always somehow manage to keep him himself. He’s a great character who fills a lot of roles to a lot of different people, and you play him with a determination and creativity that I really admire. We don’t RP much (I might be low-key intimidated by you shhhh), but I always enjoy reading your writing when it shows up on my feed, and think your aesthetic is killer.

That’s enough positivity for one day NOW OFF TO BURN DOWN AN ORPHANAGE.

#ask the elf #ooc #coldwall collective

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catescher · 7 years ago

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All Hallows Writing

I was tagged by @jennamoreci. Not by name, but as someone who is a writer and who wants to participate. Thank you for that and I hope you have a lovely day <3

Here’s the original post.

Just as a summary, here are the rules:

#1 – Provide a BRIEF description of your novel before starting.

#2 – Don’t use the same character for more than 3 answers.

So, let’s get started, shall we?

The Description:

Fainthaven, 1844:

Ariel Rapp is a mercenary.

With swords, guns and (a bit of) magic she takes on every job she can get her hands on, after all someone who tends to go through horses and ammo faster than some go through underwear needs the cash. And so she takes on a well-paid job a her friend Thomas wrote her about: Guarding an evening party and an exhibition of magical artifacts from a dark cult. As the cult attacks, the dark demon inside of her manifests itself, causing the authorites to lay the blame in the deaths of so many people on Ariel. Only a deal with Oswin can save her from execution: Help him find the murderer of his cousin. She accepts, not knowing that this would make her face decisions and beings far worse than her own demon - and above all the question:

Who is Ariel Rapp really?

The Questions:

1) It’s Halloween night! What is your protagonist dressed up as?

Ariel is not the type who dresses up that much. But I think she would make an exception for that particular holiday - after all, booze and sweets are a very good motivator for her. Or bribe, depending on the occassion. I think she would wear something she doesn’t get to wear otherwise - sexy/hot witch or a really, really pompous evening gown with tiara and all that jazz.

Who in your cast refuses to dress up and shows up at the Halloween party without a costume?

Thomas. He’s not stuck-up or anything, he just doesn’t see the need of doing so. The need of a costume, that is, not dressing up. A new(ish) suit suits him much better than some costume.

Which character wears the most outrageous costume, and what would it be?

I’m going to nominate Her Imperial Majesty, Empress Cynthia van Gulden, Protector of the Sea of Gloom, Queen of the Silver Isles and the Outer Reach, and Lady of Gulden. Why? Because Her Majesty is a party girl, despite being in her fifties. She would dress as an angel - lots of silver and feathers (and big ass wings!) and enough diamonds to feed a small village for months - with a plunging neckline and a short skirt looking like a tonlet with overknee boots. Overall, an outfit that wouldn’t be much out of place in a Rio de Janeiro carnival procession.

On Halloween, werewolves, vampires, and zombies are on the prowl. Which of your characters gets caught in their clutches, and which creature do they subsequently turn into?

Jefferson would be caught. He is a carriage driver, so he is out at night. Alone. And with no way of fighting back... Well, he’d be screwed. Zombies wouldn’t get him (he’s a surprisingly fast runner and he has horses, so...) but I can imagine him ending up as the snack of a werewolf or vampire.

Who wins the contest for best costume?

Cynthia, again. I already described her costume, so I give a few more reasons besides that. Among the reasons she would win, is because of sycophants (because, hell, she is the frigging Empress) and on the other hand because she is a genuinly good person - you know what would happen with those diamonds? They would be sold (for an even higher price because she wore it!) and then she would use the money for charity, new schools, feeding the poor and things like that.

Who hands out toothbrushes to the trick and treaters?

Can I use two characters? One would be Asa. He’s a dark elf, and a doctor, so he is kinda obligated. He would still hand out sweets, but mostly “healthier” snacks - dried apples or small honey cakes. Also, Kavi, because he has that whole grandfatherly thing going for him. He would hand out toothbrushes but also chocolate and other really sweet stuff as well as tell them to brush their teeth afterward. Grampa here dealt with too many kids with tooth pain in his time.

Which two of your characters decide to pair up and do an angel/devil costume together?

One is described above: Cynthia is the angel. And the devil would be His Undead Majesty, Rórdán Halloran. He’s the kind of guy who would dress up in a stereotypically devil costume - red tail, red horns, red suit, goatee, dying his hair black and a pitchfork. But even with his most devilish smile he would probably look pretty bland compared to Cynthia and her angel glitter - so she would probably try to get him to wear something more outrageously much to his chagrin.

Someone is too scared to even attend the Halloween party. Who is it?

No one I could think of. Most of my characters are ceritfied badasses one way or another, faced things most people could not imagine (even in their world!), so not even Jefferson would stay away.

If I can take my pick from deleted characters, I would pick Diana. She’s a shy orphan girl who was traumatized by her parents being eaten by a werewolf and was put through the wringer at the orphanage she stayed at. She definitely wouldn’t have fun at a party.

Who overdoses on Halloween candy and ends up sick?

Ariel. She has a serious sweet tooth. And you know what she would do when she feels only a tiny bit better? Start all over again.

Which character is most likely to place a curse/hex on someone and who would they curse?

Oh... That’s a good one. There are multiple possibilities but I think Rórdán would hex Cyrus, Cynthia’s son and heir to the throne. Rórdán doesn’t like him and think he is an arrogant, self-important prick while Cyrus thinks he is something better and doesn’t have to listen to Rórdán at all. Rórdán would use a curse that is just nasty and not lethal.

On a more humourous note, Ariel would probably try to prank Thomas with a hex, only she would fail because her magic isn’t that hot and because she is drunk enough to even think of trying it. Because she is drunk, the hex would backfire and she would walk around looking hideously until Thomas helps her to undo the curse - after he and everyone else had a laugh at her expanse.

Tag Time

My writing buddies are not on tumblr, so I can’t anyone by name, so instead it’s going to be everyone who wants to participate.

#all hallows write #allhallowswrite #fun facts about my WIP #memories lost

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ladyemberswrites · 8 years ago

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Vested Interest_chapter I

Title: Vested interest

Pairing: Aluseras( Alucard x Seras)

Fandom: Hellsing/Hellsing Ultimate

Warnings: None

Part 1/?

Summary: Seras has feelings for Alucard, and so does he, however, to Seras, she knows her master better than anyone and knows how he can be and what he is capable of and is completely unsure of her former master intentions or the length of his apparent devotion, and accompanied by an ever changing world, old allies dead, as new ones rise, she wonders if she will be able to pull through, as well as be able to maintain a romantic relationship with her master?

A/N: This is a serious canon-divergence and is apart of an Au, I’m creating, so this is kind of the first part.

“ Have you changed your mind, yet?”

Seras huffs, before chugging down a significant amount of ice, cold beer and contemplated whether or not to drink until she was too plastered to stand. She couldn’t do this now or more like she didn’t want to deal this now, it was childish of her, she knew, but! But! - UGH!

She just didn’t know what to do. Her heart said one thing, while the more reasonable, sane, logical side of her brain completely argued against her acting on impulsive emotions.

“ If you were human you probably would’ve damned your liver right about now.”

She finally removed the glass from her lips, placing it delicately upon the bar table with a click.

She looked at him this time for the first time since they’ve been here.

Here, being a bar, a bar named Igor’s, promptly named after the owner Igor, who was just as ancient as her former Master, except for the fact that he was of the werewolf variety, and except for the fact he did appear worn down by age, from the hard wrinkles by his eyes, the rigid scar that tore through his left eye sealing it shut and a strip of flesh ripped from the right side of his face, giving a grotesque view of his sharp, pearly white canines.

He was quiet, a type of no nonsense man, responded in gruff, grunts and growls and is an extremely large individual, standing a good two feet above her master. And speaking of her master, Igor wasn’t his biggest fan and wasn’t afraid to show it, since he busted up his bar in some petty fight. Breaking hundreds of bottles of expensive liquor and countless damages in infrastructure. Surprisingly, enough her master paid for the damages with 70% interest drawn from one of the his, probably many treasuries that he has hidden all over western Europe. He was a king before, at least she hopes that’s where his money is coming from, either way she really didn’t wanna know.

And grudgingly and beyond her comprehension, he let her master come back, he still didn’t like him, but left generous tips, so he left it at that. From what she could tell her master seemed quite fond of the bar. It was small, cozy even and surprisingly, sit -spot clean and she also suspects that honestly what caught master attention the most was that it was pretty quiet, never too crowded and was simplistic in design. For Seras she could almost call it home, she found the place soothing to be in, many times she found herself on raining days, lounging about and reading one of the many novels she picked from her endless library. Not to mention Igor served more than booze and had a array of coffee and teas, much to her pleasure.

But she was getting off track here, trying to avoid the topic at hand.

From the looks of it he hadn’t moved his gaze from her not once, and it unnerved her to know end, as he peered at her with half-lidded eyes and a passive gaze, which perturbed her more because of the ridiculous beard. He appeared so different……..with that thing on his face, and she desperately hid the urge to want shave it off his smug face.

“ Your one to talk, that’s your fifth glass of scotch.” she nodded towards the shot glass in his left hand, while the other supported his chin. He was also, startlingly, dressed casual, a white dress shirt and black slacks, it was a breather, to actually see him in normal clothing, and not any of his tone deaf attire that he is, so fond of wearing.

“ I don’t get as drunk easily as you, my dear.”

She stuck her tongue at him, mainly because he was right one beer was usually enough to have her slurring her words and giggling like a lune, but she’d be darned if she admitted that to him.

There was a moment of stillness occasionally sipping on their respective beverages, as they listened to the news which was currently splayed up the small television that sat at, well more like hung at an angle over the bar, it was cracked and had many wires sticking out of it, but apparently it’s been working for years, seeing that not once did it short circuit, since they’ve been hanging out here.

Seras, barely paid attention, one thing that about being inhuman these days is that human politics have no affect on her anymore and second, British politics are hell rising or anything involving politics really, and lucky she didn’t have the responsibility to vote now.

Alucard listened more closely, yet remained apathetic, it was all Greek to him, voting, elections, parliament, electoral colleges, primaries, it was all nonsense, it didn’t make any sense to him, leave it to humans to make everything more complicated than it needs to be. Everything was better when the world adhered to monarchies and systems, everyone had a place and duty, where everyone stuck to it and didn’t question things, like the good old days and none of this ……democracy?

“ Why?”

“ Huh.” his attention snapped back to reality or to woman before him. She went silent, her brows raised and her fingers tinkering with her locket that hung from her neck and rested at the valley of amble chest. He knew this look, she was thinking, trying to pick and choose her words, so he gave her, her space which was alright with him as it gave him extra time to just - look at her.

She was wearing a short, black dress, which modestly reached her knees, the prude

And had long sleeves. Her nails and lips were painted a bright crimson and her hair was left untouched as he rolled down towards her waist. After, what, he honestly, couldn’t remember, she stopped cutting her hair and just let it take a course of her own, he didn’t know about her, but to him it was the best decision she made. He liked how soft and curly it looked, how it framed her face, how it made her look mature, like the draculina she’s supposed to or more like is. However, despite this, her expression was sullen, her red lips were set in long frown, as she watched the drips of water slid down her glass.

“ Master, how long have we’ve known each other?”

“ Centuries. Why?” he was a bit taken back, out of all the ways he predicted this conversation, this wasn’t one of them.

“ Remember, back when I told you how I felt, I told you that I loved you and you rejected me.” it was more matter of fact than anything. She wasn’t upset, because she knew the answer beforehand. She knew he would reject her, and it hurt, but not as bad as it would have been if she entertained the fantasy of him being in love with her. She had feelings, but she was also no fool. But, no so many decades later-

“ Yet, after all this time, you love me, now. Why?”

She gazed back at him, her sapphire eyes filled with confusion.

He didn’t break contact, as he took another swig of his scotch, revealing in the feeling of the clear liquid burning his throat, giving him the confidence he needed to speak his mind, without hinges, without being vague about his emotions, but he was absolutely sure that by the time this conversation ends, he wasn’t going to be sober, as motioned for another drink, this time straight vodka.

“ People change, Seras.”

“ Meaning?”

“ Meaning, that I have long since stopped viewing you as just my loyal servant. You’re -you’re more to me than just that.”

“ More to you?” she should be ecstatic, yet caution was the only thing blaring through her thoughts. She new her master and knew him well, both the good and the bad, well more bad than good.

“ Seras, look, I know our relationship has been-”

“ Rocky.”

“ I was thinking tense, but I guess rocky works. But anyways, what I - what I’m trying to say is that I’m interested in courting you.”

Courting was such a odd word then again using the word dating, when referring to herself and Alucard was even stranger. Romantic interests or lovers sounds infinitely better - Wait? She wasn’t no - it’s just.

“ Seras?”

“ Huh-yes.”

“ Will you.”

“ Will I what?

“ Will you let me court you?”

“ Master, I-”

“ Vlad.”

“ What?

“ That’s my birth name. I want you to call me by it from now on.” he raised, a cautious hand, a bare hand, relieved of his gloves, to push a strand of golden hair behind her ear, gently brushing his knuckles against her cheek.

Seras bit her lip, what was she to say? What should she do? She felt the beer she drank want, desperately, to make an encore.

“ Vlad, I -I don’t know.” she whispers, peering down at her locket, again, twirling it between her slender fingers.

“ Why?” he had to stop himself from saying more, before he was starting sounding desperate.

“ What you said before about people changing.”

“ Yes, what about?”

“ Vlad, sometimes……sometimes….. people don’t change. Especially , people like you.”

“ What’s that supposed to me?” he should of taken offense to that, but the stinging pain of hurt was the only feeling that consuming him at the moment.

“ I know what you are. I’m not blind.

Please, don’t look at me like that, I’m not saying that to hurt you, trust me.

I love you, I really, really do. Sure I can deal with all your bizarre excenties, but that was only because our relationship was- well was master and servant, I could live with that then. But, now, now I don’t know if I can. Your impulsive, rude, I can never anticipated your moods sometimes, your fickle when you want to be ,not to mention cruel and bloodthirsty. How do I know you’re going to be committed, and not just one day get up and leave without so much as a single word. How do I know this isn’t all a game to you. How do I know that you truly want to love me and be my equal, if you keep shutting me out all the time or pushing me away when you don’t feel like being bothered. “ she paused moment, looking him dead in the eye to make sure she got the point.

“I can’t do this, I can’t be with you, if you’re going to act that way. I can’t.” she didn’t want to cry, she told herself, lectured herself not to cry, but the tears involuntary came forth, warm, as well as unwelcoming, burned a pathway down her face.

He was stunned silent for a while he didn’t know what to say, his mouth felt uncomfortably dry, like sand was just poured in his mouth, but try to wipe her tears away with his thumb.

“ Seras. Seras look at me.” he lowers his voice, to attract her attention. She wiped her nose and face with the back of her hand, sniffling as, she tried to gain the courage to look at him.

“ yeah.”

“ You speak the truth, people don’t change, especially people such as I, we never do nor ever will, but for your sake I’ll do anything you wish of me, I promise you that at least.

I know I’m more monster than man, and I can never be what you truly deserve, but I can do what I can, if you’d be mine.” he voice was, yet, more importantly sincere, more sincere than she could bare at the more and impulsive need to wrap her arms tightly around his neck and kiss him senseless was overpowering and that’s why she needed to leave. To leave, so she could think rationally and thoroughly.

“ Vlad. Vlad can you give me some time to think about?”

“ Of course, I’ll walk you home-”

“ No. That’s alright I want to walk by myself tonight, if you don’t mind.”

“Are you sure.”

She nods her head in affirmation, slowly sliding off her seat, to leave, however, another wave - call it a need or maybe want, but whatever it was made her lean over and press her lips to his. It was chaste and he certainly wasn’t expecting it, but he returned it with fervor, pulling her closer, and gently biting bottom lip, as she held onto his shirt for dear life. He wanted more, he wanted her, yearned for her taste and her touch, her scent alone, smelling of honey, drove him mad, but in the most delightful ways, he wanted to continue, but was suddenly interrupted, by loud grunt. Seras immediately pulled away from him, her cheeks flushed, and bottom lip swollen and her hair in slight disarray, she looked absolutely tempting - but the dirty look Igor gave him kept him doing anything further.

“Sorry, about that.” Seras smiles apologetically to the old bartender. He only tips his head in acknowledgement, quickly turning back to washing glasses.

She glances back him a shy expression kisses her lips “ Good night, Vlad.”

“ Good night, Seras.”

“ Alright, see you later.” she waves, as she particularly skips out the front door, the bell up top signaling her departure. He sighs as leans back, having zero intention of leaving anytime soon.

He jiggles his empty cup devoid of anything, but halfway melted ice.

“ Do you have anything stronger than Vodka?”

“ Why do you want to know.”

“ Because I’m going to need it.”

“ Haven’t you drunk enough.”

“ Not until I put myself into a coma that’ll hopefully last until the morning.”

“ I have a bottle of Everclear in the back.”

“ How much?”

“ 95%.”

“ Excellent.”

To be continued

A/N: can you believe I wrote this in one whole day. But anyways, this fic has been something I've been meaning to write for awhile and here it is, not too mention I wrote this with a terrible stomach ache, ugh, my belly is killing me, I just want the pain to end, but anyways thanks for reading and comments most appreciated

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