#ignore omega unfinished parts please

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[minecraftdog]

dnf | g | unconventional relationship dynamic, gender bent - trans character, wip

unfinished little thing from yesterday. this is supposed to be for me not to be so hard on myself so please forgive me that it's so unfinished. maybe one day I'll write more for it.

Great. It went to complete utter shit. Today nothing was fine and everything went to shit.

George’s shoes squicked on the green linoleum floor, while he was stubbornly refusing to run to his PE class, that he was already so. fucking. late for. Why would he run to a class he was meant to run a whole duration of? It was not his fucking fault that it was raining today, and the bus got late, and that his stupid fucking roommete came back so late last night and made such commotion during it, that George was not able to get enough of his precious sleep. Skipping lectures was nothing new for George, got best marks either way, but today it made him fucking late for his stupid PE he couldn’t skip. At least his dumb roommate Sapnap was useful for something today and went to the lectures. George was sure that with a little persuasion he would share his notes. Especially that George recently got in possession of very interesting information about his idotic roommate’s crush, the tall alpha girl with black hair, that he learnt during his gossip session with the girlies during lunch. George rolled his eyes thinking how stupid straight omegas could get, and how Sapnap was thinking he was kidding anyone around her. Good thing George was gay and no dumb alphas interested him at all.

The omegas’ changing room door banged the wall next to them with a loud thud when George yanked them with all his might in a rush trying to get the changing part over with as fast as possible. He stormed into the room without looking, throwing his backpack on the bench under the lockers. Only after yanking the shirt he was wearing off did he realize that he wasn’t alone in the room. Someone was sitting with their knees hugged to their chest on the bench in the opposite corner of the room. And they were very clearly crying,their shoulders shaking and quiet sobs only now reaching George’s ears. George immediately felt tense and extremely awkward. When it came to omegas, he wasn’t particularly emotional, but he knew that it could get very intense for them. He didn’t like dealing with it. Emotions were something that could under any circumstances get in his way of proving everyone how strong and independent omegas truly were. They were meant to get into a box and get buried deep inside where no one, even himself, could reach.

But looking at this guy something tugged his heart strings. He didn’t remember him from his previous PE classes, probably he changed a group or something. And if he did, it probably wasn’t right for him to be skipping another class. Also it didn’t feel right to ignore him and just go and run with everyone else. Especially that George wasn’t in a big hurry to be running either.

[rosethornewrites]

Monday NR, E, & M reading

The usual

Finished

Not Rated:

in longing, we will meet again, by seachronicles

"Guilt is like a parasite. It sticks to its victim and eats them from the inside out. It eats them from the inside out the same way it has been eating every part of him, bit by bit until there is nothing else to eat. It has eaten every inch of his brain until there is only rotten flesh made of regret".

-

Or:

During a night hunt, Lan Wangji makes a mistake -a miscalculation- that leads to Wei Wuxian's death.

He doesn't handle it well.

He dreams.

He wakes up on the Burial Mounts.

Explicit:

I spy, by Anonymous (2 chapters)

Lan Sizhui, Lan Jingyi and Jin Ling all think Wei Wuxian's claims that he is tired because of sex are bullshit. They decide to spy on him and Lan Wangji to prove that he was mocking them.

They were not expecting Wei Wuxian to have been completely serious about that. They, or at least Lan Sizhui, was not expecting himself to enjoy it, either.

Sod's Law, by h0peless_oblivion (2nd in a series)

“Please Lan Zhan, just this once?"

“Wei Ying, you know we can’t.”

“Why not?” he whined, petulantly pouting some more.

“Because it’s not safe. I promised Xiongzhang we were taking precautions; he’ll kill me if I get you pregnant now.”

"We are taking precautions, I’m on the pill; the chances of you putting a lil bun in my oven are tiny!"

----

or

Omega Wei Ying wants his alpha boyfriend to take him raw, just this once. Lan Zhan has concerns but he is ultimately but a horny teen in love.

What could possibly go wrong?

Mature:

these fragile bodies of touch and taste, by lazulisong (2 chapters)

Lan Wangji knows that Wei Ying is awake by the way he shifts and shudders around him, luxurious and sweet.

Unfinished

Not Rated:

An Imperfectly Remembered Life, by prettieburd (avadedrahetarra)

Mo Xuanyu didn't know when he took the internship at one of the largest companies in the city that he'd be running into a face he'd thought (hoped) he'd never see again. Filled with regret and guilt over the accident, and a dark secret about his life before the Jiang family took him in, Wei Wuxian can only hope that Lan Wangji doesn't recognize him and that he can survive the internship unscathed.

This Mo Xuanyu sparks traces of memory in Lan Wangji the day he shows up to start his internship. He can't place the too-familiar face and it bothers him, though he tries to deny the familiarity. But the more it eats at him, the harder it is to ignore the dark haired man with the easy smile that keeps reminding him of something... something important... something that's been missing...

Title from this quote:

“An imperfectly remembered life is a useless treachery. Every day, more fragments of the past roll around heavily in the chambers of an empty brain, shedding bits of color, a sentence or a fragrance, something that changes and then disappears. It drops like a stone to the bottom of the cave.”

― Barbara Kingsolver, The Lacuna

[benjaycaptain]

take some unfinished omegaverse benjay while i go veg out okay enjoy jay being a little horny shit, peace

For what seemed like the tenth time today, Ben held in a sigh. It was nearly lunch, yet he felt as if he had pulled an all-nighter. With the anniversary of his bonding approaching, it seemed more and more heads of state wanted an audience, and a good deal of them tended to be long-winded.

Perhaps lunch with my favorite person will do me some good, he thought — well, he hoped, rather.

Jay always did have the talent of easing Ben's worries, and his cavalier attitude toward what was deemed proper never failed to make Ben smile.

Just the thought of being in Jay's presence added a pep to Ben's step, eagerly turning the corner to the hallway of their room.

Ben froze.

In front of his room stood a small group of people, not exactly crowding the door but close to it, and all of them held a dazed expression that varied in severity.

It made the hair on the back of his neck rise, and it curled something ugly in his gut that he did his best to stomp down.

"Good afternoon," he said, silently berating himself for being unable to keep the edge out of his tone.

His words startled everyone into motion, some bowing before making an excuse to leave and some flat out scurrying away without a word, and Ben felt only a little better about his attitude.

If they were fleeing as if guilty, surely he did a good thing?

Straightening himself out, he walked toward his door, intent to knock until it hit him.

A smell so sweet and enticing surrounded Ben, pulling a groan out of him, and he had to actually lean against the door to steady himself. For it to be this strong, he thought, nearly getting lost in the scent. What would it be like when actually in the same room?

Ben swallowed and turned the doorknob.

And immediately had two reactions, one right after the other.

The first, he felt an uneasy mix of anger and fear that the door had been unlocked, that anyone could have came in and tried to indulge in that scent. The second, Ben felt nothing but affection at the sight in his bed.

Jay lay sprawled out on his stomach, squirming slightly, swaying his ass. At the door's opening, he turned, arching his back as he did so, part of his face blocked by the sheets as he looked at Ben. His gaze was heated. "Your Majesty," he breathed out, a smirk on his lips.   

Ben locked the door.

He never pulls his punches, Ben thought as he moved toward the bed, stopping just shy from the edge. "Do you know how many people you had lured in front of our door?" he asked, proud of himself for sounding nonchalant.

"They weren't you, so it didn't matter," Jay practically purred out, and then he flung his arm forward.

Ben barely flinched as the dagger Jay had hidden flew past him, embedding into the wood of the door. He raised an eyebrow at Jay's grin. "You would have harmed the staff?"

Rolling over again, crawling toward the edge of the bed, Jay's grin turned sly. "It would've been their fault. They should know who gets me all to himself by now." He stretched out, arching his back as his ass lifted in the air. "So, Your Majesty, will you bed me now?"

With all the restraint he possessed, Ben remained where he stood. He even remained silent. It was worth it to see Jay's bravado slip a fraction. Tilting his head, Ben spoke. "I thought we agreed not to indulge just yet."

Jay pouted. "Maybe I've changed my mind?" His pout deepened when Ben's expression didn't change. "Maybe I just want everyone to know whose heir I'm carrying?"

Well fuck, Ben thought, not even bothering to mentally apologize to his mother for the swear; given the circumstances, he was sure she'd understand.

Besides, she had told him recently that she'd love to have grandchildren some day.

"Ben," Jay said, the whine clear in his tone, "are you just gonna leave me like this?" He bat those long eyelashes, pouting with his lips.

"Maybe I should," Ben heard himself saying, "since you did this without telling me."

"We talked about it," Jay said, scooting closer to the edge of the bed, getting up to sit on his knees. "I just moved up the timeline." His hand moved, as if he wanted to reach out and touch, but he apparently thought better of it, letting it rest on the rumpled sheets.

"Without informing me," Ben said again. "I have meetings all this week."

"You have meetings all the time," Jay said with a huff.

"And if you had told me, I could have rescheduled them."

"Reschedule them now."

"One of those meetings is in an hour."

Jay's expression actually fell, the contrite plain for a moment before the bravado resurfaced. "Can't you get out of it?"

Ben watched Jay refrain from fidgeting, and he weighed the options.

They had talked about it, of course. They had to, when they finally decided to be together as more than just a fling. A king needed heirs, and it was expected that Ben find a nice omega to settle down with.

There had been offers.

But Ben had only wanted one.

Thank God Jay wanted him as well, given all his history with corrupt alphas before.

Still, Ben had wanted to take things slow, let Jay settle into the role as his mate at his own pace. He had even had to tell certain council members to fuck off when they wouldn't stop pestering him on when he would knock up his new, pretty omega.

And while Jay did confess to wanting offspring with Ben, Ben didn't think he'd be ready so soon. Something must have happened, he thought as he watched Jay give up on staying still, watched as he sank into the sheets and squirmed.

Eyebrow raised, Ben turned and walked to his desk, ignoring the quiet whine from the bed. He picked up his desk phone, turning to face Jay as Deborah answered.

"Yes, Your Majesty?"

"Can you please connect me to Evie?"

"Right away, sire," Deborah said as the line rang.

"Hello, Ben," came Evie's lovely voice.

"Do you want to tackle the trade meeting without me?" Ben asked, keeping his eyes on Jay.

"What's wrong?" she asked, concern dripping from her voice.

He was going to be in hot water once this had settled. "Nothing, something more important came up."

"More important than the royalty of your kingdoms meeting to discuss trade negotiations that have been put off since winter?"

"Yes," Ben said. He stared directly into Jay's eyes when he continued. "I have to relieve my omega's heat."

Jay groaned, and he spread his legs.

Evie hummed, her delight apparent. "Go easy on him, Ben. He probably has a good reason for springing this on you." She paused. "Probably."

"We'll see. Thank you for taking over, Evie."

"Of course, Your Majesty. I'll give word you're not to be disturbed until further notice. Have a pleasant evening," she said, flirty and mischievous, and she hung up without giving Ben a chance to say the last word.

So he said nothing as he meticulously put the receiver down, even going so far as to straighten the cord, just to make Jay sweat a little more.

"Ben," Jay all but whined. "Please come here."

"How long have you been like this?" Ben asked instead of making his way closer to the bed.

He hadn't smelled anything this morning, nothing as strong as this now.

Jay swallowed. "An, an hour..."

Ben stared. "And you're already this far gone?"

Making a face, Jay said, "I am /not/."

"Then you won't mind if I just sit here a bit, let you handle yourself first?" Ben said with a smile. He moved without waiting for an answer, taking a seat in his reading armchair, half facing the bed.

"/Yes/, I mind. Just come here and fuck me."

"Only an hour?" Ben prompted.

Petulant, Jay remained defiant for two whole minutes before he groaned. His words left him in a rush. "It's my first heat in a long while, I was told that it might be kinda strong once I quit taking the suppressants, but it didn't feel any different from what I remembered so I was just chilling in here waiting for you, but your scent..." The flush on his face had nothing to do with arousal, and Jay refused to look at Ben. "I was doing fine until you walked in," he finished, mumbling.

[writingfromkitchenator]

The Demon, The Hunter, and The Halfblood

Hi everyone!  Welcome to my latest Crowley project (despite the fact I have several unfinished).  This fic is a little experiment on my part as I’m playing with essentially two timelines told throughout the story, so I hope it works/makes sense.  I’m having a blast writing it, as I always do with Crowley, but there’s just something special about the two female characters I’ve added in (I love it so much!).  These will be posted every Friday.  I hope you can all enjoy this too!

Masterlist

Crowley x Original Female Character

Series Warnings: A/B/O series, some Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alpha x Omega, obligatory smut warning here (as usual, no under 18′s please, specifics will be within chapter warnings as needed), violence, blood, fluff, angst, major character death, possession, swearing

Chapter 1

Words: 1,903

“No,” Crowley said hotly, glaring at the three men in front of him, his foot just before the edge of the devils trap.  “You really think I’m going to give you lot anything when you’ve trapped me in this? In all the time you’ve known me, have I ever given anything so willingly?”

“We’re past the point of asking anything Crowley,” Dean snapped.  “We’re telling.  You’re not going anywhere until you do.  You’ve put this off for far too long.”

Crowley snorted.  “Is that so?  And just exactly what leverage do you have to be able to even think about trying that?”

Sam was watching him though, watching the unease hidden beneath the annoyance, and he knew that something different was going on, something was making him very uncomfortable.  “We can keep you here for as long as we need to.”

His assumption was correct when Crowley flinched slightly, quickly covered by a scowl.  “What?  Not worried about Hell falling apart while I’m not there?”

“No.” Dean and Bobby said together.

“If you just give us an answer Crowley, you can be on your way.”  Sam said, ignoring the surprised looks from the other two.  “You have to know something, you always know something.”

“Because I’ve actually got brains on what I do with that information Moose,” Crowley snarled, rolling his eyes.  “And the last thing I’m currently going to do, is give that to you.  Now, if we’re done with this little conversation, I have matters much more important-”

“We’re not done here,” Dean said.  “As Sam said, we’ll leave you here for as long as we need to before you tell us what we want to know.”

The frustration was starting to show in Crowley’s expression.  “Do you even realise what I have at stake here?  The longer you leave me like this, the worse it gets, and frankly, I’d much rather not let it get to that point.”

“What’s that even supposed to mean?”  Bobby asked. “What can be worse than running Hell?”

Crowley huffed impatiently, his eyes flashing.  “That is none of your business.  That is between Madelyn and I, and it’s been perfectly kept under wraps for the last four years so-”

Crowley froze and an odd silence fills the room.

“Bollocks.”  He mutters under his breath, seeing their confused expressions, and he quickly straightens his suit out, brushing away some imaginary dirt.  “What are the mullet expression for?  I think I’ve made myself clear.”

“Madelyn?”  Dean asked quietly, a quiet anger hidden in his voice. “As in our sister, my twin, Madelyn?”

“Madelyn’s dead,” Bobby said carefully, but there was pain and anger building in his expression. “Are you telling me that she’s been made a demon?”

Crowley sighed heavily, knowing that he’d messed up and there was no way out this, but still, he stayed silent, trying to hope that there was a way out of this.

“You son of a bitch!” Dean snapped, walking forward, pulling an angel blade off of his belt.  “What the hell have you-”

“I haven’t,” Crowley snapped, unfazed by Dean’s approach.  “And she is very much alive and well, if you really must know, still perfectly human.  She is absolutely going to kill me for letting you find out.”

“Why?”  Sam asked, breaking the silence from the other two, Dean and Bobby still trying to process this.  “We saw her die, we burned her!”

Crowley rolled his eyes. “No, you saw and burned what I wanted you to see and burn, carefully organised by Madelyn and I.  Now, if you’ll be so kind, I am well overdue to go back, or are you actually going to still ignore that?”

“You’re not going anywhere,” Dean said quickly.  “Instead, you’re going to tell us where the hell she is so we can go and pick her dumb arse up.”

“I don’t think so,” Crowley clipped.  “And for your information, she’s certainly smarter than any of you.”

Bobby’s eyes narrowed on him.  “I feel like I’m pointing out the obvious here, but why are you willingly working with a Winchester?  Especially Madelyn.  You two despise each other.”

The uncomfortableness in the room grew and Crowley cleared his throat a little.  “That is between Madelyn and I.”

“Oh you bastard!”  Sam and Bobby quickly grab Dean to pull him back. “You son of a-”

“Is that really the best insult you have?”  Crowley asked tiredly.  “It does get rather old.”

Sam and Bobby dragged Dean from the room, leaving Crowley more than annoyed and agitated as the door shuts behind them, starting to pace in the trap.

“Bloody bastards,” He growled, pulling his phone out of his jacket and going to Madelyn’s name, starting to type a message.  “Why is it only urgent when it’s for them?  It’s not like lives aren’t at stake here.”

Dumb and Dumber have found out darling and I’m a little stuck. You may have to move soon on your own.

Crowley stared at his phone and the longer he went without a reply, the more the panic began to set in. His feet carried him back and forth in the circle and he could feel tension setting in along his neck and jaw, his teeth grinding.

Surely it couldn’t be worse than he thought?

Madelyn, some sort of response would be nice?

But his phone remained obstinately silent and a cold feeling sunk low into his stomach.

“Hey!”  He called loudly, not bothering to hide the note of panic in his voice, just wanting to get this sorted and quickly.  “If you idiots are done, I really need to go!  Something is wrong!”

It was Sam that answered the door, eyeing Crowley with an odd suspicion.  “What is wrong?”

“None of your business,” Crowley snapped.  “But you need to let me go so I can go and sort it out!”

“No,” Sam said, shaking his head.  “You’re going to tell us where Maddie is and we’re going to go and get her.  This doesn’t need to concern you any further Crowley.  This is our family and we’ll deal with it.”

Crowley was a little glad that he was trapped in circle, otherwise there wouldn’t currently be much left of Sam.  “Your sister’s life is in danger, is that not enough for you?  I’m the only one that can get there quick enough to intervene with whatever is going on.  Be reasonable!”

Sam stared at him for a long moment, a small look of confusion coming to him as he observed him. “Then let us handle it, it may even give Dean enough time to calm down.  After all you’ve done, that’s reasonable enough.”

Crowley’s phone turned over and over in his hand, still remaining silent, and he knew that he was quickly running out of options.  “Look, I’ve never asked you boys for much,” He ignored Sam’s raised eyebrow.  “But give me this.  Please.”

“You know I can’t do that Crowley,” Sam said.  “Now, we can keep going around in circles or you can give me that address.”

Crowley hated it all, hated it with every fibre of his being, and he silently swore that he’d get the three of them back for this, especially if, and his silent phone and gut was telling him so, something had happened.  They just weren’t going to understand.

Angrily, he told Sam the address and then went silent, refusing to say anything else until he knew what was happening with Madelyn.

“Are you going to be right here Bobby?”  Sam asked as he and Dean jumped into the Impala.

“Did you forget who built that?”  Bobby asked. “You boys just go and make sure that your sister is okay.  I can deal with whatever Crowley has planned, if anything.”

It was clear as they drove that Dean was still furious, Sam often casting him a glance but it was some time before he was game enough to break the silence.

“So, who are you angry at more?”  Sam asked as calmly as he could.

Dean let out a huff. “Honestly, both of them.”  Sam waited and Dean eventually snapped again. “Madelyn had no right to fake her death and Crowley certainly had no bloody right to keep it from us, no matter what the hell was going on.  If he’s so much as laid any sort of finger on her then I’m going to be back here sooner than he make any sort of annoying arse comment and beat his arse in!”

Sam grimaced, having a growing, sinking feeling that he knew what was going on, but deciding it was better to lie to Dean when he was like this.  “I’m sure it’s nothing like that.”

There was no missing the side long glance from Dean.  “Don’t pull that Beta shit on me Sam, Madelyn’s crossed the line now.  We may have done some stupid shit to each other, but this takes the cake man, it really does.”

Sighing, Sam shakes his head.  “All I’m saying Dean, is that there’s no point in going Alpha until we know what’s going on.  Madelyn’s never been the simple Omega type, we’ve known that all her life, and she’s hardly going to take any shit from Crowley, whatever he’s got over her.”

Dean growled. “Right.”

“Dean-”

“Just drop it Sam,” Dean said.  “Let’s get there and find out what’s going on from her.”

Sam sighs and gives a small laugh.  “Right.  She’s always the talkative type.”

When they pulled up outside a house several hours later, Dean’s mood worsened, getting out of the Impala and slamming the door, uncaring of what attention he drew.  “Maddie!”

Silence greeted the two of them and Sam just rolled his eyes at Dean as he hurried up the front steps ahead of him, banging on the door.  “Madelyn!”

As Sam walked up the steps as well, Dean peaked through the glass on the side of the door.  Almost instantly his gun was in his hand.

“What is it?”  Sam asked, drawing his own gun.

“The house has been ransacked,” Dean said.  “Do you wanna see if you can get in the back?”

They both managed to pick the locks and walk in, guns raised, but apart from the ticking of a clock and their own footsteps, the house was empty and quiet.

“Shit,” Dean said. “What the hell is going on?”

“Let’s check upstairs,” Sam said, taking the lead, glass crunching under his feet, trying to ignore the mass of broken items and furniture, his heart racing a little. “Maybe whoever was here left something behind?”

“Or hopefully Maddie did.” Dean said following.  “Something is not right here Sam.”

“I hate to say Crowley warned us,” Sam said.  “But-”

“Don’t finish that sentence man,” Dean said, pushing past Sam to check the other end of the hallway. “I’m already dreading telling him that Maddie is-”

Dean goes silent for a moment as he opens the last door, whatever he was seeing sinking in.  Sam’s about to ask what was going on when-

“Son of bitch!”  Dean spat, fury in voice.  “I’m going to kill both of them!”

Sam frowns, reaching Dean and looking over his shoulder to see what was getting him so angry.  His stomach sunk when he saw the pinks, purples and blues that filled the room, a pile of soft toys in the corner, and a bed that had all but been torn apart.

“Ah.”

[blouisparadise]

There were so many amazing bottom Louis fics posted or completed during the month of July. We really hope you enjoy this list. Happy reading!

1) Bound (To Falling in Love) | Mature | 958 words

Note: The sequel to this fic is #2 on this list. 

Harry and Louis innocently cuddle on the couch until things get heated.

2) Nuh Uh, Honey | Mature | 1170 words

Note: This fic is a sequel to this fic, which is #1 on this list.

So this is the ending of Bound (to falling in love) but with more detail. Long story short, Louis and Harry fuck.

3) 100ft Away | Explicit | 2479 words

Harry opens Grindr for a hookup and ends up with more than he bargained for. It all works out in the end.

4) I'm Looking for Closure | Not Rated | 2503 words

Note: This fic is the third part of a series. You can read the previous parts here.

“Say you can read my mind.” Harry said to Louis as he pushed Louis down onto the mattress. Louis squirmed as the covers rubbed against his skin.

“I can’t read your mind.” He said simply to Harry as he reached up to put his hands against Harry’s chest, trailing them down to Harry’s narrow hips.

“My mind is saying that I should just… just fucking go back in time. Go back so I could be your first.” Harry said, leaning down to lick into Louis’ hot mouth.

Or They finally fuck, sorry, I mean, make love.

5) The IT Fic | Mature | 3112 words

A fic where Harry is Pennywise & Louis is Georgie... Louis goes down to the sewers & Harry fucks him with a balloon as a condom.

aka a pwp that i wrote for shits and giggles. & yes, louis is of age

6) Souls | Mature | 3890 words

The first time Harry showed Louis two ghosts.

7) The Unfinished Fic (With an Ending) | Not Rated | 4013 words

Note: There is no smut in this fic, but it contains omega Louis, so we’ve included it in this monthly roundup.

Louis greatly regretted all of his life decisions up to this point. Okay fine, maybe not all of them, but definitely a vast majority. After all, if he’d not told one little white lie about loving cricket just to impress a fit guy at the pub, maybe he wouldn’t be stuck at what was, one hundred percent, the most boring “sporting” event of his entire life.

8) Save You Tonight | Mature | 4841 words

Note: There is no smut in this fic, but it contains omega Louis, so we’ve included it in this monthly roundup.

Louis is a headstrong Omega in charge of his own life. But he's more than grateful when an Alpha comes along when he needs it the most.

9) Whisk Me Off My Feet | Explicit | 5054 words

When Louis locks himself out of his apartment in just a pair of novelty underwear, he hopes his new neighbor can come to his rescue.

10) Can You Feel the Fever | Explicit | 5113 words

Note: This fic is a sequel to this fic.

Tour has Harry exhausted. Luckily exactly what he needs is waiting for him in his Sacramento dressing room.

11) Gotta Catch 'em All | Not Rated | 5186 words

Louis loves Pokémon GO, he gets a little crazy and ends up ramming into a guy. Harry gets mad, calls him a brat and treats him like one. Oh, and they're in central park.

12) I Just Can't Get Enough Of You | Not Rated | 5466 words

Or the one were Harry got inspired from watching Louis on The Late Late Show.

13) Why Don't We Go There? | Explicit | 5654 words

Louis is a perfect model for Abercrombie & Fitch. Harry is a grungy, tattooed model for Hot Topic. When Louis walks in on Harry changing for his photo shoot, things only grow from there... including their dicks.

14) Act Out | Explicit | 6721 words

Harry and Louis try to spice it up a little for their 10th year marriage anniversary. Cliché role play ensues.

15) Life Imitating Art | Explicit | 6881 words

Note: This fic is the fourth part of a series. You can read the previous parts here.

Louis is taken on a very real journey through his fic back catalogue - life has never imitated art so salaciously.

16) You Can Show Me Your Heart | Explicit | 6935 words

Everyone knows about the unsinkable Titanic, which tragically did just that in April of 1912. However, not many people know the story of the Carpathia - the ship that raced to rescue and aid the survivors of the Titanic when the distress call came through. This is the story of the events leading up to the luxury liner crashing into an iceberg on that fateful spring night. More than that, this is the story of how two of Carpathia’s passengers - Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson - met, fell in love and helped over 700 people in the cold Atlantic water.

17) Kisses and Coffee Breaks | Explicit | 9350 words

Midterm season was finally here and all Harry wanted to do was study, however his boyfriend, Louis, seems to have a better idea.

or the one where Harry just wants to study and Louis needs Harry's cock.

18) Swallow The Knife (Outtake) | Explicit | 11186 words

Note: This is an alternative scene to fic #25 on this fic rec.

Alternate sex scene from Swallow The Knife.

19) We've Been Here Before | Mature | 11536 words

Harry goes to Louis in the wake of his sister Felicite's death, and Louis asks Harry to help him clean up a family cabin he is ready to get rid of. Along the way, they attempt to heal many things, even those that they thought were long past.

20) With Words Unspoken | Explicit | 18341 words

The one where Louis is lost, Harry is an excellent tour guide, and age is no barrier to finding the love of your life.

21) The Aurora Zone | Explicit | 19633 words

The one where Harry is busy crossing off his bucket list while Louis is busy falling for the guy he's supposed to hate.

22) Be Mine, Dear | Not Rated | 20104 words

The one where Louis just wants to meet his mate, and all it takes is for him to get a new neighbor.

23) Deflower Me | Explicit | 20154 words

Everyone is 19 and horny, and Louis just really wants to get fucked by Harry.

24) You Are Half Of Me (And I Am All For You) | Explicit | 24731 words

Note: This fic has a mention of BH.

One Direction, an obscure indie rock band, is about to embark on their first cross-country tour, living out of Louis' beloved van named Patricia.

Harry is in love, and Louis is oblivious. Or is he?

Featuring skinny-dipping in Texas waterfalls, getting lost in the desert, stargazing under the New Mexico sky, performing in front of crowds that grow in size each night, and falling in love on the road during the greatest summer of their lives.

25) You Are In My Bed, But Your Heart Isn't | Not Rated | 25595 words

Rock Band AU. Louis is an omega who fucks around, doesn't know the meaning of "feelings" until he starts crawling into Harry's bed at night. Harry gets jealous easily and they all write a lot of songs about each other.

26) Play Me A Memory | Explicit | 26932 words

Louis lives with his nine-year-old son Jake in a peaceful beachside community on the east coast of Australia, working as an entertainment coordinator at the local five-star resort. Harry is a recluse who lives on millionaires row and writes musical scores for blockbuster movies. When the roots of a wayward willow tree create havoc at his home, Harry is forced to stay at the resort while repairs are carried out.

27) Book Worm | Explicit | 37018 words

Note: This fic has mentions of BH.

“Dad said this is his very favourite place to go,” Leon divulged, much to Louis' embarrassment. 

“Did he?” Harry's olive eyes flicked to Louis, lips quirking in a way that didn’t match his beige cardigan.

“Yeah and he said you have the best books. May I look?” He asked, smiling winningly.

Leon had inherited Louis' blue eyes and his mother's dark hair, his smile quickly becoming a replica of his father's.

“You may,” Harry permitted and Louis set Leon down.

“Don’t destroy anything,” he instructed. “And if you so much as crease a page then bring it to the till because I’m going to have to pay for it...”

Leon raced straight to the back of the shop and threw himself onto the beanbag seat front first.

“I put the Kama Sutra back on the top shelf, by the way,” Harry told him with a dimpled smile. “You left it by the Hungry Caterpillar.”

28) Waiting for the Tides to Meet | Explicit | 59637 words

Soulmate AU. Everyone is born with heterochromia — one eye is their own eye colour, while the other is the colour of their soulmate's. It's only when they meet their soulmate for the first time that their own eyes match properly. After a hazy night at a frat party, Louis wakes up to blue eyes and the shocking realization that he had met his soulmate, without any sober recollection. Seven years pass where Louis comes to terms with the fact that he'll never know who his soulmate is. Then one fated summer, a beautiful green-eyed photographer arrives at Louis' workplace, with promises of endless laughter and a familiar feeling in Louis' heart.

29) Swallow The Knife | Explicit | 76168 words

“You came,” Louis says, still breathless, clinging to Harry, uncaring that his sweat is getting all over Harry’s presumably clean dad shirt, or that he’s making Harry hold up all of his weight.

“Of course I came,” Harry says. He shifts, one arm curled underneath Louis’ arse, the other spreading wide in the middle of Louis’ back. “If I ignored you every time you pissed me off we would have stopped being friends a long time ago.”

Louis already knows that, of course. It doesn’t do anything to stop the pleased squirm in his belly every time Harry proves it, though. They fight like nobody’s business, both of them too stubborn to pull their punches when they’re arguing, and it used to get them in trouble, but they always make up.

Adrenaline makes Louis loose-lipped, and they both know it. He tightens his arms around Harry’s neck, buries his face in his hair. “I missed you,” he confesses, quiet. “Doesn’t feel the same up there by myself.”

30) There You Are | Explicit | 82237 words

Note: This fic has a mention of BH.

Harry’s entire life has fallen apart - in one night, his carefully planned future is suddenly uncertain.

Then he meets Louis.

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Ereri/Riren fanfiction and my recommendations

 Okay I have HEARD YOU HOES and I understand ya’ll want some recommendations since ereri fanfics either 1) aren’t being made as much 2) are unfinished and have been since 2007 3) have a lot of rape or graphic depictions of rape in them and all three of these things suck. So here is a list of my favorite ereri fanfictions AT THE MOMENT: they are subject to change. 

Forget Me Not  by Rosedon

Summary: 

They were nothing more than dreams. Nothing more than further proof of an imaginative mind. That's what Eren tried to convince himself as he laid eyes on the stranger with an all too familiar face. It was the same face that had been haunting his sleep for months now. Could this be some bizarre coincidence? Is it possible to dream of someone before having met them? Or perhaps they had met...long, long ago...in a world much different from our own.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17571881/chapters/41413844

Summer Sweat and Sausages by momohime69

summary: 

Eren lazes around during the summer after his first year of college, wondering what he is doing with his life, going to school for a major he doesn't even enjoy and trying to outshine his perfect stepsister Mikasa. He's also oddly turned on by his stepsister’s revisiting uncle Levi, who Eren doesn't remember at all. They piss each other off a lot, then grow an odd bond of companionship—then Eren realizes Levi was shunned by his family some odd years back for coming out as gay, and for some reason, Eren's budding curiosity gets the better of him. Tensions run high, pants slide off, and Eren sweats from more than just the summer heat when he gains an abnormal craving for Levi’s "sausage." Humor and drama ensue and so does an absurd amount of smut. Outside of sex, feelings are also involved—and they soon crash hard into the ground.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2412461/chapters/5336297 

Die Flügel der Freiheit by eren_writes

Summary: 

Hi. My name is Eren Yeager.

I'm an average student – average looks, average grades, average life. Well, mostly. There was one small aspect that set me apart from my fellow students. My weekends are not spent partying and boozing at a friend's house or swatting up on my studies.

You'll find me in the company of rich (often married) men, performing acts too impolite for a blurb in exchange for money.

This is the story of one such encounter and the series of events that surrounded it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8574619/chapters/19659412

I Saw What You Did Last Night by novabxmb

Summary 

"Oh my God."

"Oh my God."

"Fucking hell."

"I was witnessing Eren and Levi...Eren and Levi..."

"What a fucking night this turned out to be..."

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7416823

Night Drive by shotgunsinlace 

Summary 

Working as a desk clerk for Sina Enterprises isn’t the most grandiose job out there, but it sure beats every other option Eren had jotted down since graduation. Troubled past behind him, Eren strives to make a name for himself by not fucking up the only good thing he has going for him. But when a certain foul-mouthed and dapper executive waltzes through the lobby doors, Eren is more than willing to set aside his “no fraternizing with the higher-ups” rule. However, the engagement ring on Levi’s finger proves to be a deal breaker. It was supposed to be a one night stand, one night to get each other out of their systems, but the two of them bit off more than they could chew.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1181866/chapters/2410666

Bring Us Back by CreepyLittleLullaby 

Summary: 

Eren couldn’t even control his body as it seemed to escape from his grasp, he was practically watching this go down from a first point of view now. No control, just a cold feeling he knew so well as dread, fear.

He clawed at his inner conscious to stop, to look around damn it, he was ignoring the corners as if nothing has ever bothered him. Didn’t his body know better by now? Look! Be ready! By God please! He could be here! Yet, he acted as if nothing was ever wrong. Now that he caught a glance at himself as he passed a window.

He didn’t have any scars, nothing, what was this? A dream?

The house seemed to disagree with him, he was still thinking it through, until his body reacted before he did, a shout, and then an empty feeling. He looked down, seeing a gaping hole in his chest, which was steaming, the pain was so bad, until he felt something slicing the nape of his neck wide open and he fell over.

He heard a someone screaming, and then nothing at all as if everything went black and faded out.

Like death.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7809394/chapters/17820868

A Lifetime Apart by ReluctantHero 

Summary: 

Levi feels a strange connection with one of his regular customers. There’s something oddly comfortable about him, like a forgotten familiarity of a lifetime already lived and a lifetime about to begin. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17480054

Never a Rose by PlayingChello 

Summary: 

Levi owns the petal Wings Flower shop and enjoys it as well as he can. At least until the new tattoo shop next door starts blasting music and irritating his work flow. He decides to take it upon himself to tell the shitty owner to turn it down. But there are just a few things standing in his way...  NaNoWriMo 2014 Winner 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2651924/chapters/5924318

Temporary Mistake, Permanent Fix by ChappytheBunny 

Summary 

Mistakes happen. A slip of the tongue, a broken glass in the dishwasher, or an embarrassing typo in the middle of a text message. They're small hindrances to everyday life, yet they can all be fixed by either an apology, a dust pan, or an asterisk. There is one thing -- and only one -- however, that Levi has never considered to be a mistake, and that is a tattoo. It's not because he's been a tattoo artist for over a decade, and it's not because he's owned his own tattoo shop for half of that. It's because he's a man who lives by the past and believes in its importance. So, why? Why erase something that, at one point in time, you wanted to be a part of your body forever?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2024142/chapters/4390239

Last but not least my favorite fanfiction of ALL time an alpha omega one 

RedHeat by sciencefictioness 

Summary: 

Eren is one of the few Alphas who go into rut without the presence of an Omega in heat nearby, and after suppressing it for nearly two years, the drugs are no longer working. As a last resort he heads to an Omega refuge, hoping to find a suitable, but temporary, mate. When he finds one lost in a fatal 'red heat', he'll do whatever it takes to ease his suffering.

When Levi's fist sounded out against the wood, the Alpha did not open it right away. Leaned into it, pressing his forehead against the smooth surface. Felt the pull of the Omega on the other side, just as he had that first day in the shelter. A whole new kind of gravity that tugged him not down to the earth but straight towards Levi. The laws of the universe shifting to bring them closer together, and Eren could not resist their inevitability.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3948190/chapters/8850871

I have so much more fanfiction to share if you all want anymore recommendations or are looking for another fic let me know and I’ll make another one of these. A personal shoutout to Rosedon for being an awesome fic writer (they wrote the first fic on this list) and another shoutout to ReluctantHero who wrote “A lifetime apart” that fic made me cry. ReluctantHero is such a nice and genuine person just ugh so much feels and none of these have major character death I promise- they won’t shatter your insides. If you want more information on these fics just message me or send in an ask and I’ll get to it. 

[a-panda-reads-act-omega]

ACT OMEGA PART 7

THE 19/10/16 UPDATE

Alright hi people. Gotta fun story for you! I’m sick. So yeah, the end. I’m huddled up in my room, experiencing an uncomfortable amount of stomach pain, and I. thought “hey! why dont i just do a liveblog?” and now im here. prepare youreselves, we’ve got a whole 4 pages today! lets just get started.

Oh right, we left off with these fellas. Jasprose looks more than happy to bother this guy, and Erisol looks like he wants to jump off a cliff but cant because he floats.

ERISOLSPRITE: fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Jesus, not to good at socializing are we Erisol?

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Hey you! ERISOLSPRITE: nope nope nope nope nope.

Ok yep, he wants no part of this. I fuckin love Erisol. I mean. The fusion, not the ship. 

JASPROSESPRITE^2: HEY!! ERISOLSPRITE: leavve me alone JASPROSESPRITE^2: Stop that. ERISOLSPRITE: fuck thii2 fuck that fuck evverythiing. ERISOLSPRITE: and fuck you e2peciially.

Ok guys I’m relating to Erisol on an uncomfortable level. Also this conversation so far is golden. 10/10.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: I said stop it! ERISOLSPRITE: iill do wwhatever the fuck ii wwant. ERISOLSPRITE: wwho the hell evven are you anywway? JASPROSESPRITE^2: That’s my line! JASPROSESPRITE^2: Do you have any idea how baffling it is to have some random drifter appear now of all times? You’re a complete stranger! 

Its just about as baffling as everything else that happens in this fucked up story. PLUS, Jasprose, you were going around looking for fun. dont you be sassy with the depressed asshole for it.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: I mean, it's a welcome surprise and all, but I'm still perplexed!

Man I wish Jasprose did cat puns now.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Here I thought we were finally done with all the pointless bullshit. 

We’re never done Jasprose. It’ll always just keep coming. BUT I GOTTA DISAGREE WITH YOUR CLAIM THAT ERISOL IS POINTLESS BULLSHIT. ERISOL IS THE TRUE FUCCKIN HERO OF HOMESTUCK FOR BEING THE ONLY ONE TO POINT OUT HOW FUCKED UP IT ALL IS.

God I hate that I relate to Erisol.

ERISOLSPRITE: actually forget ii evven a2ked. ERISOLSPRITE: ii ju2t met you and ii already hate evverythiin about you.

Gasp! Could this be black love at first sight?

ERISOLSPRITE: and not the 2leazy kiind eiither. iim talkiing about the mo2t platoniic of loathiin my pump bi2cuit could po22iibly mu2ter.

Oh.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Well, if you aren’t going to tell me your name I’m just going to call you whatever I want. ERISOLSPRITE: or... ERISOLSPRITE: you could go awway. 

Oh my god I feel bad for him. He just wants to be alone to wallow in his own self-hatred/pity. Which is weird, because normally I would hate somebody who wallows in his own self-hatred/pity.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: So tell me about yourself, sad sack! JASPROSESPRITE^2: How’s sprite life been treating you? ERISOLSPRITE: ugh.

Ugh indeed. Does anybody enjoy being a sprite? I mean, its great to be alive again (unless youre erisol), but other than that you just become kinda irrelevant. Gotta be kinda jarring to see life go on without you.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: I mean, two dull troll dopes in one? What a waste of a perfectly good kernel. JASPROSESPRITE^2: Where did yours even come from? There are precisely ZERO empty kernels remaining in this session. I would know! JASPROSESPRITE^2: The only logical conclusion to draw here is that timeline shenanigans are somehow involved.

Jasprose, thats the only logical conclusion anybody can ever draw. I’m guessing though, that Erisol was just on LOWAS during all that retcon bullshit? I think. None of this makes sense anyways though.

ERISOLSPRITE: wwho knoww2? maybe 2kaiia ju2t got bored. ERISOLSPRITE: but 2ure, wwhatevver. let2 go wwiith that. 2ound2 2en2iible enough. JASPROSESPRITE^2: I knew it! I love being right. ERISOLSPRITE: holy 2hiit, are you obnoxiiou2. 

I know, Jasprose is the best kinda obnoxious. It’s like this perfect blend between playful and snarky. 

ERISOLSPRITE: ii diidnt thiink iid evver fiind 2omeone ii hate more than my2elf but youvve done iit. ERISOLSPRITE: ... diid ii ju2t 2ay that out loud. de2perate much??

Of course you are, you’ve always been desperate. Also, auto correct is hating these quirks.

ERISOLSPRITE: the fact that ii evven entertaiined that thought and contiinue twwo talk twwo you iin2tead of nopiing the fuck out of here remiind2 me of ju2t howw depravved ii really am, and that the only thiing keepiin me from obliiteratiin my2elf ii2 howw much of a deranged kiick ii get out of my owwn 2ufferiing.

HNN youre so perfectly pathetic I love it.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Wow, are you a trainwreck or what?

No kidding Jasprose. Like, theres nothing this guy can do to ever be happy.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: You know, I think I might actually hang around a tad longer. I happen to find trainwrecks and other horrific disasters morbidly fascinating. ERISOLSPRITE: evvery moment ii spend wwiith you iis hell.

I can sum up this whole conversation so easily.

Jasprose: haha youre patheticness is fucking priceless Erisol: kill me

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Then why not leave? I’m hardly chaining you to the spot here, green cheeks. ERISOLSPRITE: ... ERISOLSPRITE: twwoo much effort. JASPROSESPRITE^2: See? Riveting.

He’s already explained this though! he literally just wants to see himself suffer.

Nice panel. thats all I have to say on the matter.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: So now that we’ve established you’ll keep up our conversation purely out of apathy and an acute, masochistic sense of self-loathing...

Yes, yes exactly.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: (Also apparently some form of conflicted caliginous attraction to me. Aint that a doozy?)

HIUDNSA <3 FUcking love you Jasprose.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: How did you end up here? WHY did you end up here? ERISOLSPRITE: ii a2k my2elf that evvery 2iingle day. JASPROSESPRITE^2: Yes, yes, you hate yourself. I get it. Can we please move on? I need details! ERISOLSPRITE: fiine wwhatevver.

Oh wow, is he chilling on the self-hatred thing? who would’ve thought.

ERISOLSPRITE: ii followwed an orange biird guy twwo thiis planet that came from fuckiing nowwhere. ERISOLSPRITE: but then he kept tryiing twwo mumble hii2 2tandup routiine2 at me 2o ii fucked off.

Yep, that sounds about right for Davesprite.

ERISOLSPRITE: ii wwandered around debatiin the pro2 and con2 of fiinally 2elf-de2tructiing untiil 2ome 2ort of wwiindy 2hiit 2tarted happeniing.

Oh cool, John’s big quest thingy. Also, that’s kinda morbid... Like, I get this is part of his self-hating schtick, but he was literally contemplating suicide.

damn.

ERISOLSPRITE: iit managed twwo dii2tract me from gnawwiing exii2tentiialiism for a miinute there untiil ii stopped giivviing a 2hit and movved on. ERISOLSPRITE: then an iindi2crimiinate periiod of tiime pa22ed and 2uddenly you 2howwed up. ERISOLSPRITE: 2tiill deliiberatiin on that explodiing thiing by the wway.

DONT you fucking dare blow up you green asshole.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Prrr prrr, I see! So both you and Davesprite came the same way I did. JASPROSESPRITE^2: How intriguing. JASPROSESPRITE^2: But enough about how; let's move on to why. JASPROSESPRITE^2: So, Señor Fishface, what are your plans? Any unfinished business you might want to attend to? In need of a GUIDE, purrhaps? ;3

Jasprose, I think the last thing he wants is for you to guide him.

ERISOLSPRITE: meh. ERISOLSPRITE: not really. JASPROSESPRITE^2: That’s hardly an answer! Aren’t you curious about the cosmic significance of your continued existence? ERISOLSPRITE: fuck no. ERISOLSPRITE: iin fact that ii2 pretty much the thiing ii am the lea2t iintere2ted iin. JASPROSESPRITE^2: Well that’s just boring. ERISOLSPRITE: doe2 that mean youll leavve? JASPROSESPRITE^2: Let me think about that... JASPROSESPRITE^2: Nope! 

This poor fucking guy, Like, he needs to ollie outie outta  here quick, because his submissive self-hatred is almost making me feel bad for enjoying this conversation.

ERISOLSPRITE: fiigure2. ERISOLSPRITE: wwhat2 evven the poiint? ERISOLSPRITE: lookiing at 2kaiia ii can 2ee another uniivver2e frog ha2 2howwn up and relea2ed iit2 vva2t croak thiing. ERISOLSPRITE: wwhich mean2 the game i2 ovver and the player2 are probably reciievviin the ultiimate rewward a2 wwe 2peak. ERISOLSPRITE: 2o there ii2 liiterally nothiing left twwo do be2iide2 wwaiit around for an opportuniity twwo croak a2 wwell. JASPROSESPRITE^2: Now hold on a second! JASPROSESPRITE^2: I’m not so sure about that, actually. ERISOLSPRITE: wwhat noww?

Hm.. Im not sure if enlightenment is the first thing or the last thing this guy needs. Honestly I think he just needs a break.

pffFHAHA, JASPROSE WITH THE SINGLE PAP AND STARE INTO HIS SOUL

And he just

wants to die.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Well, while I was ignoring your dismal yakking, I think I’ve figured it out!

Goddammit Jasprose.

ERISOLSPRITE: (wwhat are you doiing.) JASPROSESPRITE^2: I am almost certain now that you appearing wasn't pointless after all! ERISOLSPRITE: (...)

She’s gonna say something that’ll make him feel more shitty, isn’t she.

JASPROSESPRITE^2: Of course, I thought so at first. But then again, I bet Rose also thought that of me when I initially sprang into being only a few hours ago. And I turned out to be fairly important for the final climactic battle, didn’t I? ERISOLSPRITE: (*2iigh*) JASPROSESPRITE^2: I also thought Davepeta was fairly pointless but I agree with them now, that is definitely not the case. In fact their destiny has the potential to be quite grand!

Where are you going with all this? Come on Jasprose, don’t say something stupid to him. 

ERISOLSPRITE: are you goiing twwo get twwo the poiint anytiime 2oon. JASPROSESPRITE^2: Don’t interrupt!! ERISOLSPRITE: (wwhy me.)

I dont know man, they just dont see how great you are. 

JASPROSESPRITE^2: As I was saying. Let me dumb things down for you: Even though it may not be immediately evident how you’re meant to slot into place amongst the great puzzle of causality, that doesn’t mean a purpose isn’t waiting somewhere in the brush to pounce upon your puke green sprite tail! JASPROSESPRITE^2: And I definitely want to be here when that happens.

Is it just me, or is Jasprose giving off Vriska vibes? I’m not sure what she means by she wants to be there when it happens, but it’s feeling like she could start getting all controlling over his “destiny.”

OOH HI KIDS! I’m hoping we get to see some interaction soon. It looks like John’s hanging out at the door, so probably not from him. BUT these other pairs might be interesting to see.

Dirk/Jake: Yeah this one was pretty obvious, I’m not sure with all the. timeline shenanigans, but I’m guessing they’ll need to work out some relationship issues.

DAD/Calliope/Jane: Not much to say on this pairing, other than it might be interesting if we get to see DAD talk? He probably wont though, let’s be honest.

Dave/Karkat: Ohh yis, the gay ship that nobody can agree on. WELL I CAN AGREE WITH MYSELF, and what myself thinks is that they are fucking precious together.

Jade/RoSE OH FUCK: OK DONT MIND ME JUST SHIPPING. Ahem. So THIS is a pairing we haven’t seen a lot of, despite them both being from the same session. WHICH IS INTERESTING, because they have a really neat dynamic. AND ALSO I FUCKING SHIP THEM

Kanaya/Roxy: This should be interesting as well! Again, I’m trying to wrap my head around timeline shenanigans, so who knows how much Kanaya knows about Roxy. But Roxy did the matriorb thing! And I feel like Kanaya is seriously gonna admire Roxy, which is likely going to be adorable.

Terezi/Endless Void: Seems like they’re enjoying a nice staring contest. Even though she’s blind-

ALRIGHT THATS ENOUGH OF THAT! We got a dialoglog to open

JASPROSESPRITE^2: We’re simply going to have to wait and see. :3 ERISOLSPRITE: yeah 2ure wwhatevver.

Waiting and seeing. Oh, I guess that’s not as controlling then. Though it is kinda unlike Rose to stand by and let the game do it’s thing. . .

HMMMmm.. . .

alright that’s the end of thaat. For only 4 pages, I think I made that reasonably long. Anyways, I’m gonna end this now. BYE.