#in other words it's Day 102 but finished

[daily-leon]

[g0dlyunsub]

make you mine.

spencer notices that you’ve been skipping a few too many team socials.

pairing :: spencer x fem bau!reader

warnings :: romantic confessions, mentions of alcohol, mental health, hurt/comfort, plenty of fluff, spencer is a huge softie

word count :: 2.3k

author’s note :: don’t think i’ve written anything where reader and spencer confess their feelings for each other?? anyways here’s to more hurt/comfort 

accompanying song :: sugar by brockhampton

“who’s up for drinks at o’keefe’s?”

a loud cheer erupts as the elevator doors open and reveals garcia standing in front of the entrance with a gleeful smile.

“count me in!” jj raises a hand and emily promptly follows suit. the two giggle as they lean in to embrace the tech analyst festively decorated with bright red jewelry.

when rossi declares the first round’s on me! the room breaks into an even louder celebration, whistles and applause sounding left and right.

moving past the crowd with a few happy chants of your own, you finally settle in your seat and stretch. sighing, you shuffle through the pile of case files sitting on your desk and stuff several into your shoulder bag. you tie up your hair and take out a pen from your pencil holder. once again exhaling with a deep sigh, you flip through the remaining manila folders, ready to document all of the evidence after today’s investigation.

“you’re coming, right?”

you crane your neck to your left to identify the source of the voice and see morgan, hands on his hips as he scans your face for your usual smile teeming with enthusiasm. you offer a feeble smile instead, shaking your head as you point to the case file you’re working on.

“i’d really love to, but… this paper isn’t going to write itself.”

“oh come on, not again. when’s it due?”

“tomorrow noon,” you mumble, gently rolling your head to the side to relieve the pain that’s been begging for release.

“you’re kidding. well, text me if you need a hand, or if you just want company.” morgan pats your back and turns around to leave, but not without first flashing you a wink. you watch as he slings his arm around garcia’s shoulder and as the rest of the team follow the pair out of the office, each giving you a wave before they disappear into the elevator.

“you’re not going?”

you turn around to see spencer, who’s just coming out of hotch’s office and holding a case file of his own. he turns off the lights upstairs and walks down the stairs, stopping once he’s in front of your desk.

“oh, um, no. i just need to finish writing this up really quickly, and then i’ll head back.”

you brush a strand of hair behind your ear and turn in your seat to get back to work, but spencer pulls up a chair beside you.

“that’s the third time in a row you’ve said no to them. you okay?”

you sit still for a second, unsure of how to respond. when spencer leans his elbow on the side of your desk, you know he’s not going to leave without an answer, so you look back at him hesitantly.

“yeah, i’m good. what’s keeping you here?”

“i just left a request to take two days off.”

“oh, nice. yeah, you seriously deserve a break,” you nod and offer a small smile. despite your friendly expression, the tiredness in your voice overrides your genuine words. before you can expose any more of your sluggish lethargy, you revert your attention back to your documents.

“yeah, and so do you.”

you turn to meet his gaze. a serious expression overtakes his usually lax face, tense facial muscles raising his brows and clenching his jaw.

you don’t know how to dispel the air of its building tension so you chuckle, playfully hitting him in the arm and shaking your head. “oh no, that’s- that’s not necessary. i’m fine, spence. besides, i took a break pretty recently.”

you rub your forehead tiredly as you speak and cock your head to the side, as if waiting for spencer’s dismissal so that you can get back to work.

“you haven’t requested a day off in 102 days. that’s 2448 hours.” spencer lowers his chin and studies you with his unwavering eyes. you feel your heart flutter alarmingly at his stare; you swallow slowly.

of course he’d be the one to count the days, no, the exact hour, since your last break. you try to play it off again by nudging him in the elbow, but he looks way too serious, concerned even. your arm hangs in the air with no warmth to latch on to.

“do you want to talk about it?” 

when spencer leans forward, you feel your throat run dry. holding your breath, you weigh your next words very carefully.

“spence, i’m fine. i don’t need the time off.”

“too late.”

“what?” your jaw sets uncomfortably when you hear spencer’s response, and a hint of amusement flickers in his eyes before he quickly narrows them.

“it wasn’t just my request that i submitted. i put in yours as well.”

“wait- wait what?” 

“yeah, hotch just wanted me to leave a physical copy for the sake of documentation. but he approved both of our requests before we even landed.”

“hold up… spence, you just… why would you do that?”

surprisingly, you don’t feel mad. yes, he’s just submitted a leave request without your permission, but maybe this is what you needed. someone to force you to take a break, because otherwise, you’d just work yourself to your death.

“like i said, you haven’t taken a leave in 102 days. constantly overworking yourself is detrimental and can lead to burnout because of the buildup of fatigue. in the long run, it can impair your memory and thinking. so,” he says as he grasps the pen out of your hand and closes your folder, “do you want to talk about it?”

as if he’s perfectly hit your pressure point, the tiredness you’ve been masking this entire time instantly unwinds. you let out a deep, weary sigh.

“you know, two weekends ago, when we went down to south carolina to investigate that case? and i stayed back for a few hours?”

out of the corner of your eye, you see spencer nod.

“well, i met up with a friend from college. we just hung out, you know, tried to catch up with each other.”

when you emit a stressed laugh, spencer reaches for your hand. he gently kneads your palm, and you take it as a signal to continue at your own pace. you turn your head to the side so you can take in the sight of him more fully.

“as we kept talking, i realized how she has so many friends, so much fun outside of her work. she’s even getting married in two months. and i just thought… i honestly wished for a second that she was a little more lonely, like me.”

you close your eyes, instantly regretting your confession. are you really making him listen to your childish concerns? you wish he’d laugh at you, dismiss it as plain stupidity and tell you that you were right to keep it to yourself. but he won’t, because he’s spencer reid.

spencer watches you intently, at how you force out a laugh and brush the tears that are welling up in your eyes. he observes the way you shake your head and refuse to look him in the eye.

“i’m so selfish, aren’t i? this whole thing–it’s so stupid. what am i saying, what am i even doing, wishing for something so foul?” your face crumples as you speak, and the words trail off into an absorbed mumble between your sniffles.

“it’s not stupid. you’re not selfish,” spencer hums quietly, lightly brushing his fingers against your cheek and dragging his thumb across your eyelashes to sweep your tears.

a strangled sob spills from your throat, and you lean into his touch, burying your cheek further into his palm. spencer waits patiently for you to recollect yourself, and coos a constant stream of it’s okay in your ear.

“at first, i thought it was the job, spence,” you finally utter your broken thoughts with a dry laugh, “but then i saw how everyone else was dealing with it. emily, jj, garcia. and then i realized, it’s me.”

spencer swivels your chair and draws you closer to him, so your thighs are lying between his legs. like a confused puppy, you let out a small yelp of surprise.

“you need to understand, y/n, that it takes time to find your rhythm, whether that’s at work, with your social life, or just a new place. so don’t compare yourself to others, because we’re all worried about something, and we’re all at different stages of coping.”

his longing glance breaches your lips, and you lower your eyes shyly. his soft-spokenness, undivided attention, and effortless verbal magic read your emotions like an open book. you don’t have to hide. the tears fall, fast and hard.

“let it all out. it’s okay. it’s always okay to cry, but you know what’s not okay? bottling it up all the time.” he pats your knees and rubs his palms across your trousers soothingly. 

“bottling your feelings constantly, it’s what psychologists call repressive coping. numerous studies have found that repressive coping has been linked to a less resilient immune system, higher vulnerability to cardiovascular disease, as well as proneness to certain mental health conditions, including anxiety and depression,” spencer continues while looking at you sympathetically with his soft brown eyes. 

slowly, you coil your arms around his neck and hold him in a tight embrace. 

“you’re not really fair, spencer, you know that?”

“what do you mean?”

“you can’t just cite all these cool facts when you speak. i don’t have an argument to toss back at you.”

spencer pulls away from the embrace slightly, and looks down at you with eyes full of mirth. he bursts into a small spate of giggles, and it’s contagious, because you also exhale a bubbly laugh.

“i can’t help it,” he breathes quietly, and the air that exits his lips tickles your eyelashes.

spencer continues to watch you with the same stare a sculptor would possess over a block of marble, and breathes warmth into your body. you finally let your arms loose and withdraw from the hug, grinning shyly.

“let me finish this report, and i’ll head back with you. what am i even going to do with the two days off anyways?” 

“i was thinking that we could check out the steam engine festival that’s happening downtown? the 611 is actually the sole surviving member of fourteen class j locomotives produced by the norfolk and western railway, and there’s going to be special excursions reserved for interested passengers.”

you laugh as spencer happily goes on his ramble, and you go back to writing your report – this time with a rejuvenated spirit.

“be honest, spence. you submitted my request because you wanted someone to go with you to this festival, didn’t you?”

“what? no!” spencer shakes his head, but your suspicions only grow when he starts fidgeting with his fingers.

“if you say so,” you grin cheekily, “but i could really use a drink tonight. you coming?”

spencer nods. he waits for you to finish up your edits and sign off the last page of the document, and helps you pack the rest of your belongings into your bag. with a boyish smile, he offers you his elbow, and you loop your arm in his. 

there’s a lot to be thankful for, a lot to be hopeful for, and a lot to love spencer for.

“spencer?” you ask quietly. spencer hums back in response. 

you don’t know why, but a sudden wave of confidence washes over you, urging you to say your next words without holding back.

“i like you.”

you thought your years spent concealing your feelings for spencer would have culminated in a much more formulated confession, but it’s too late to retrace your steps.  

almost immediately, spencer looks at you with widened eyes. you’re almost scared he’s going to abandon you and run away in a nervous flight, but he stays put, his cheeks flushing with the shade of deep red.

“y-you can’t be drunk already,” he stammers and then abruptly chuckles, making you wonder if he’s just attempted to respond to your confession with a joke.

but maybe you are drunk, drunk from the hazy feeling of love and the highs of spilling the emotional torrent earlier. you furrow your brows and fix your stare on the office floor.

“no, spencer, i like you as in i really like you. like, romantically.” 

spencer hesitates this time, moving only to press the elevator call button. you think you’ve just screwed up, right then and there, because his brows shoot up in surprise while his lips thin into a line. 

but then slowly, he smiles, his hazel colored eyes light up, and his gaze darts left and right excitedly. 

maybe all of the stars have aligned perfectly, because the air starts to collapse in on itself rapidly, and he stoops down to press a shaky kiss on your lips. it’s unlike anything you’ve ever shared with him, so different from when he hugs you, when he ruffles your hair, when he pats your back. it’s so tender and he leaves you to glow in the warmth of his lingering touch. 

it’s only after he does this that you realize that you’ve actually just confessed to your coworker, the man you’ve had a crush on for so long, the reason why you show up to work with a smile. before you can second-guess anything, spencer grabs your wrist and pulls you in. it starts with small pecks, but then he works up to a bigger kiss; by the time the elevator arrives, you’ve fully melted into his arms.

“2190 days.”

you look up to meet his blissful gaze with your own love-tainted eyes. “hm?”

“that’s the number of days that have passed since i first met you and started to work with you. i uh,” spencer swallows, toying with the strands on his leather bag nervously. 

he opens his mouth, only to shut it immediately after. he looks at you with a shy smile, the bashfulness dimpling his cheeks, and then clears his throat.

“i like you too.”

[asumofwords]

Smoke, Fire and Ash

Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence, death, forced marriage, and inc3st. Tags will be added as the fic goes on. Blood, gore, major character deaths.

This is a dark!fic. 18+ only. Read at your own discretion. Please read the warnings before continuing.

Summary: You are the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. You are forced to navigate the difficult surroundings of your upbringing and the eventual disintegration between your family and the Hightower's relationship. What will happen when your older and estranged uncle suddenly takes a more sinister interest in you? (Dark!Aemond x Reader)

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Characters: Aemond Targaryen X Reader, HOTD characters.

Note: Oh my god.... Everything is happening ARGH! I'm actually going to try and post updates daily now for this, bar Sunday for the next Sublet chapter. I am just so excited to finish this series! Hahaha, anyway, I've loved seeing all your reactions and theories!! <3

Chapter 102: Envoys to Dragonstone 

When you had returned to your chambers, it was a blur of movements and thoughts, but one in particular seemed to absorb all the rest. Its dark tendrils wrapped around the others, pulling them into the dark with it, thus making its size almost immeasurable until all other thoughts were devoured by it, gone from the light, and all that was left was it. 

War was coming.

With shaky hands you grasped a piece of parchment and sat at the table. With the ink pot and quill, you rolled the parchment flat beneath your palm and began to write. 

You wrote as though your life depended on it. 

Because it did. 

And with each swift flick of your script, a blaring word in particular seemed to have broken loose from the feeling of hopelessness. A word which had been whispered and cried. Spoken and sneered. A word that had fuelled your hope, and created your despair. A word that you knew, now more than ever, was a need to act. 

Dracarys. 

And so you wrote until the page was full, and tears leaked from your eyes at knowing what was to come next. 

Loss. 

‘Mother and Father, 

To write to you under the present circumstances does little to steady my beating heart, but it is something that I know will ensure that it keeps doing just that. Beating. 

Aegon is dead. Slain at the hands of Aemond. 

And now he is King. And I, Queen.

The treaty is lost, and at the risk of another war coming to take us all, I must beg you, bend the knee.

Bend the knee to Aemond. 

If you swear him as King, he has said that he will allow you to live on Dragonstone and carry out your days there safely and happily. 

If you do not bend the knee, war will break, and I will not survive it.

You will not survive it. 

None of us will. 

My only consolation is that if you do, we shall all live, and that I will be able to see you again soon.

I suspect I am with child, Aemond’s child. And if the promise of your own flesh and blood upon the throne does not satiate your need to rule, then know I hold no grievances towards you. It is your birthright, just as it is mine.

If you do not bend the knee, you must send star fruit to the Keep so that I know of your decision, and may feel its sweet nectar upon my tongue once more before war breaks out. It is the only way I will survive this all, and it is the only way that I will know that you do not hate me for asking you of this. 

It was not my wish to depose my mother of the throne, nor my father, or my dearest brother Jacaerys. I beg for your forgiveness. I shall go to the Godswood and pray that you will forgive such an offence, and pray that the Gods will forgive my sins too.

Until then, I wait to hear of your acquiesce to Aemond and I's rule, or the delivery of star fruit to the keep in barrels full. 

Yours forever,

Queen Y/n.’

Tears slipped past your eyes, and you had not even heard Aemond enter the chambers, nor sense him standing behind you as he read your letter. It was only until he touched a lock of your hair at the back of your head did you know that he was there. 

“Are you ready?” He asked softly, cool patience in his tone.

You turned your head to look up at him.

Were you ready?

Would you ever be ready for what was to come?

If your parents bent the knee, that meant you would rule as Queen, like you had always wanted, and at the side of Aemond. 

But if they didn’t?

No.

They would come. 

Just as you asked.

More tears fell, and Aemond swiped them away gently with his thumb, “Issa iā qopsa geralbar bona ilagon gō īlva.  Yn nyke gīmigon bona hēnkirī, hae mēre, kosti.” It is a difficult road that lays before us. But I know that together, as one, we can.

“Iksan nāpāsagon ñuha lentor.” I am betraying my family, You sniffed, another tear trailing down your cheek hotly.

Aemond frowned sadly at you, helping you to stand.

“Iksis ziry drēje?” Is it true? He asked quietly, “Issi ao lēda riña?” Are you with child?

You knew in your bones that you were.

Although there were not many symptoms but the inklings of sore breasts, you just knew. You knew instinctually that it was true. That the Gods had given you and Aemond another chance of being parents, and you would not lose that opportunity again.

You nodded, another tear rolling down your cheek, one of sorrow and joy.

Aemond bent his head down to kiss you gently, lips brushing against your own in reverence, but his hands upon your face showed the true excitement that he held back. They were firm, and tight, and almost tingled against your skin. 

“I am scared.” You breathed.

“I will keep you and my child safe.” Aemond looked you in the eye, sincerity on his face, a hand coming to press gently at your stomach.

You smiled sadly at him, “Not if war breaks.”

“Even then. I will not lose you, or our child. You are the most precious thing in the world to me, my one and only love. Not even the Gods could take you from me.” He promised.

Your heart soared as you nodded up at him, rising on your tiptoes to capture his lips once more. He whispered an apology against your lips, and you couldn’t help the small sob that escaped.

“Please do not make me choose.” You whispered, hands holding the sides of his face, stubble brushing against the scar of your palm, the reminder of your union and love always there.

“You have already made your choice. Now they must make theirs.”

Aemond left you in the chambers alone to deliver your letter to Otto Hightower and Ser Criston Cole, who readied themselves to leave by ship that very evening. They would arrive to Dragonstone by morning. 

And you would get your answer from the skies.

DRAGONSTONE POV

The morning broke the same way that it had before.

The sun rose above the waters surrounding Dragonstone, and cast the volcanic island in a glow of golden light. There was a light breeze that morning as the maids had opened the windows and balcony doors to Queen Rhaenyra and King Daemon’s quarters. 

They had been dressed and readied, and broke their fast together. Little Viserys and Aegon the Younger tottered around their chambers, playing with tiny toy dragons that had been carved from wood. 

The couple eventually made their way down to the study, Rhaenyra having gotten word from the men at the Red Fork that a certain war dragon had been spotted in the skies, and not seen to have left until almost a dozen days later.

As Rhaenyra shifted the letters at the large desk and Daemon sat lazily before the fir with one leg crossed over the other as Little Viserys sat on his knee, stories being whispered into the young boys ear as Aegon the younger sat on the floor playing with his toys, the door to the chambers were rapt by knuckles thrice in quick succession. 

“Come.” Rhaenyra beckoned, and watched as the doors were opened swiftly by a Ser Erryk Cargyll.

The twin gave a short nod in greeting before apologising for his intrusion, “Your, Grace, there is a ship, just west of Dragonstone.”

Rhaenyra stiffened in her chair, and Daemon snapped his head to the man, quietening his whispers.

“It flies the banner of your brother.”

Rhaenyra stood from her seat slowly, Daemon going her with his son in his arms, the boy nestled against his side.

There had not been a ship to Dragonstone since the day Otto had come to watch her daughter be wed to her half-brother.

“Notify the council, have them be ready.” Rhaenyra commanded, and Ser Erryk bowed his head, leaving the chambers at once. 

Rhaenyra and Daemon stared at each other, Viserys fussing in Daemon’s arms, sensing the tension that mounted in the room like a storm.

“Do you think it’s a trap?” Daemon breathed heavily, smoothing hair away from his sons head as two of Rhaenyra’s maids entered the chambers.

Daemon kissed the top of the boys forehead before handing him to one of the girls, the other scooping Aegon the Younger into her arms before exiting the chambers. 

Rhaenyra moved around the desk, coming to stand in front of Daemon, “I believe we should be ready for it.”

By the time the two entered the Chambers of the Painted Table, the Small Council of Queen Rhaenyra were already standing around it in wait. Jacaerys stood off to the side, his Lady Wife, Baela beside him. 

Lord Corlys stood to the side of Baela with Princess Rhaenys and their other granddaughter Rhaena, all who wore black and red, with hints of blue, as was their new and old House colours. 

All other Lords and Maester’s stood at the other end. 

“When should they arrive to shore?” Rhaenyra asked, forgoing a greeting as she walked swiftly to the head of the table with her husband.

“Within the hour, Your Grace.” Came the response of Maester Gerardys.

Rhaenyra nodded, looking amongst the table before she jumped into action. 

“We need to be ready for whatever my brother Aegon has planned. Patrol the skies and the sea. Have men at the ready for anything.”

Jacaerys stepped forward, “I shall ride Vermax.”

Rhaenyra nodded, though her heart raced in her chest.

The last time she had allowed her children to take to the skies, only one came back.

“I’ll take Moondancer, Your Grace.” Princess Baela declared.

Rhaenyra gave the girl a small smile, “Good.” She turned to face Rhaenys, “Take Meleys to the sky. If Aegon or Aemond are to come on the backs of their dragons, we will need numbers and you are one of our best.”

Daemon was the next to speak, “I shall take Caraxes-”

“-No.” Rhaenyra argued, “You will stay with me. I need you at my side.” Turning to Lord Corlys, she requested the presence of his ships, “Have four of your ships ready at port.”

The older man nodded, moving swiftly out of the chambers to command them.

“You said there was only one ship?” Rhaenyra questioned the Maester.

“Yes, Your Grace. Only one has been spotted.”

The crown weighed heavily atop the Queens head in that moment, the first time she had ever truly felt the weight of it.

At first when Daemon had crowned her, it was foreign, but with time, she grew to not notice its presence, as though it was another set of braids atop her head. But now, she felt the heavy weight of it all, pressing down on her skull, hyperaware that she had a duty, and it was about to be tested.

Once the ships had been pulled to the docks, and her dragon riders had taken to the skies, Queen Rhaenyra and her King Consort, Daemon Targaryen, moved with the Queens Guard down to the meeting point of the path where they had stood before. 

When greeted with Aegon’s terms. 

And then later with the return of their daughter.

But this time, they waited and watched as the heads and banners of the Green three headed dragon came towards them, and they did not once sense that they would be reunited with their daughter once more. Instead, Ser Otto Hightower was flanked by Ser Criston Cole and members of her brothers Kings Guard.

Above them, three dragons flew in circles, watching from above. 

Waiting. 

Ready.

Ser Otto Hightower, in all his lithe glory, came to a stop before Queen Rhaenyra, looking all the more like a weevil that had crawled into a farmers grain.

For he was a pest that had wormed its way into her fathers life, and become the driving force of the usurpation of the throne, her daughter and sons deaths, and the removal of her surviving daughter to her half-brother.

Ser Otto was a man that Rhaenyra as a child had hoped and prayed that her father would have seen through. That Viserys could have seen the man before him was a mask, a shell, and hid his true intentions behind duty and tradition. But Viserys had been blinded by the wolf in sheep's clothing, and Otto’s lies had been strengthened by Daemon’s love for her.

Viserys never did get to see the ruin that his inaction would become.

Daemon, the once Rogue Prince, stood at his wife’s side diligently, as he had promised to do, large palms resting upon the two swords that flanked him, one being the Dark Sister blade. He struggled to not sneer at the man who had taken everything from him.

Taken his daughter from him. His brother.

“We come as envoys.” Otto began, Ser Cole staring at Daemon, his own hand atop the hilt of his sword.

Daemon had not forgotten Cole's place in all this either.

Crispin Cole.

Rhaenyra looked down at the men from her nose. Despite being shorter than them, she stood uphill, and gave the illusion that she was above them.

And she was.

Where she was Queen, they were mere Ser’s.

“King Aemond the First-“

“-Aemond?” Rhaenyra interrupted sharply, worry coursing through her chest, “Did my brother Aegon drink himself to death in his cups?”

Otto reached into his coat pocket, the Queen’s Guard shifting as they watched his movement carefully. Long fingers pulled apart his lapel and dove into the inner pocket, grasping the rolled parchment from their daughter.

Daemon shifted atop the balls of his feet.

Lord Hightower held out the scrolled parchment, green insignia stamped into its papery surface with wax, “A letter from the Queen.” 

“Queen?” Daemon snipped, looking at the parchment. 

Ser Erryk stepped forward to grasp the letter, armour shuffling as his eyes darted to his twin, Arryk Cargyll, who stood behind Otto Hightower.

It was a sad day for either twin, seeing their other half on different sides of a silent war. Their eyes met, if only briefly, all hurt and betrayal, before Erryk took the scroll and delivered it to Rhaenyra.

“King Aegon is dead. And in the line of succession, Aemond has taken his place.”

“What about his remaining son?” Daemon questioned, looking at the scroll briefly before back at Otto.

Otto held his hands behind his back, “Maelor is too young to rule at such a time, and Aemond has taken the Iron Throne.”

Ser Erryk held out the parchment for his Queen to take, which she took whilst keeping her eyes upon Otto, much like her husband, who continued to talk. 

“Bend the knee to the King, swear your fealty to him and he shall allow you to remain here as the Lady of Dragonstone, whereafter your son Jacaerys the Lord of Dragonstone, and Joffrey Lord of Driftmark. The Queen has agreed to send word to you now that the treaty has ended with Aegon’s passing.”

Rhaenyra hastily unrolled the parchment, ripping the green wax insignia of the three headed dragon off the paper, the wax crumbling onto the stone below. Violet eyes roved over her daughters script whilst Daemon read over the top of her shoulder. 

The Queen felt a tide of rage.

“I will not bend the knee to a usurper and kinslayer who is not even second in the line of succession. He has no right to the throne.” She hissed at the Hightower Lord, “Where is the Princess?”

“She is Queen Consort now, and shall live her days with the King in peace and safety. Your blood sits upon the Iron Throne, Rhaenyra, something that should satiate your desire for war. Bend the knee to Aemond, blood not be needlessly spilt again.”

Otto spoke like an old man telling his daughter or wife to buy something from the market that was not needed, and not at all like a man who was preventing a war.

Daemon quietly seethed beside his wife, looking at Otto, and having read two words that gave him the permission he so desperately sought. Daemon shifted, hand pulling the Dark Sister blade from her sheath and stormed forward.

“Fuck this.” Daemon sneered.

Ser Cole stepped toward him, and from above a dragon screeched.

It was a blur of guards, and the sound of men and their blades being unsheathed filling the air.

Ser Erryk Cargyll stepped to the side of Daemon, if not slightly more forward, blocking the blow of Ser Cole’s blade as Daemon moved towards Otto, whose eyes were wide in shock. Queen and King’s Guards met in the middle, a blur of bodies as Rhaenyra stood firmly, planted as she were.

Watching. 

With a swing of the Dark Sister blade, Daemon sliced through Ser Otto Hightower’s shoulder, the blade cutting through flesh and bone as though it was butter, carving down to the middle of his chest.

Blood sprayed from his wound, and the older man cried out into the air, the beating wings of dragons loud above them.

As the King Consort pulled his blade from the Hightower Lord, who stumbled backwards on shaky legs, Daemon swung the Dark Sister blade into the air once more, connecting with his neck.

His body landed on the floor before his head did, which rolled downwards into the chaos of the guards and knights who fought, mouth open and eyes wide.

Ser Erryk blocked another swipe of Criston’s blade, who came at him harder and faster, anger and desperation in his eyes. Ser Arryk, his twin, steadily approached the two as he battled through the sea of fighting.

A few of Aemond’s men had turned back, running down the path to try to get back to their ship, to send word to the King, but a large shadow loomed above them, and with a cry, Baela screamed out her deathly command for the very first time.

“Dracarys!”

Moondancer, a slender and pale green dragon with pearl like horns, opened her jaws and a plume of fire was cast over the Green deserters. The flames devoured the men entirely, who screamed in agony, trying to outrun their burning flesh, before dropping to the floor below, silent and stiff.

Baela, to prevent any more attempting to escape, landed against the path, the large claws of her dragon digging into the stone sides, much like how Rhaenyra had, many moons ago.

Moondancer screeched, head down and long at the backs of Aemond’s men who turned to face the dragon in fear, swords lifted in a pathetic last chance of defence. 

It was an opportunity that Rhaenyra’s men did not let pass. 

And an opportunity Daemon didn’t either. 

The Dark Sister blade cut through three men, and Jacaerys upon Vermax landed behind the Queen and her men, a subtle threat, and a vow of protection for his Queen Mother.

Vermax growled deeply, teeth bared, whilst Rhaenys continued to circle atop Meleys from above, searching the skies for any sign of her cousins.

Ser Cole, sensing that he was fighting a losing battle, did not give up, and came at Ser Erryk brutally. The twin stumbled backwards, Arryk moving towards Cole’s side as Criston's blade barely just missed the twins face.

But as Ser Cole was occupied, and Rhaenyra watched from behind stony faced, he did not see the shadow that passed behind him, nor did he anticipate the thrusting of the Dark Sister blade through the pummel of his chest.

Ser Erryk Cargyll took advantage of the opportunity, and turned to face his twin brother, a man who was the exact image of him bar small scars upon their bodies, and if you had asked Arryk a year before, he was taller. Their swords clashed together, moves and skill mirrored as both men had grown and trained together side by side.

Daemon Targaryen, the once Rogue Prince and now Rogue King, a man who was seasoned in war, and battle, and swordsmanship, stood behind Ser Criston Cole, blade in hand as it penetrated through the top of his chest under his shoulder. Blood dripped from its tip thickly as he looked down at it, eyes wide in shock. 

Daemon’s silver hair, now streaked in blood, lifted gently in the breeze that rolled past.

The drops of Ser Cole’s blood was loud in Rhaenyra’s ears as she looked at the man dubbed ‘The King Maker’.

With a large boot, Daemon kicked the knight off of his blade, and onto his knees.

Ser Criston Cole landed with a thud, looking up at Rhaenyra, eyes darkened by hatred. The blade in his hand had fallen to the ground, and blood dripped down from his wound thickly, splattering across the stones like many of his other men. 

Rhaenyra looked down her nose at the man, lips pulled back in a sneer.

It was quiet on the path, the only sound Rhaenys’ dragon calling out from above, and the sound of blood on stone. All other fighting was drowned out by the rage that pumped through her veins.

And as though connected through a bond, like rider and dragon, Daemon stood behind Ser Criston Cole, The King Maker; a man who had been sworn to Rhaenyra once before, a man she had once been intimate with when she was a young girl, a man who had witnessed the Gods affirmation that she was fit for the throne, a man who had aided the usurpation of the throne, a man who had broken his oath to the cloak, and Daemon heeded the Queen’s wordless command.

Daemon swung the Dark Sister blade one final time.

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[mannatea]

Fanfiction writing and posting culture has shifted so much over the last 20 years. Every time I read anything on r/fanfiction, not only do I lose brain cells, but I feel like a huge, huge part of fanfiction culture has moved toward reading only completed works and avoiding engagement at all cost, but particularly until a work is finished. There was a post yesterday by someone celebrating the fact that a fic they had on alert updated because it had "been so long" since the last update: it was a wait of one and a half months.

That isn't that long for a writer with a spouse and/or children and/or a busy career and/or someone busting ass at school and/or a life outside and off the internet.

While a lot of comments did chastise this person for their perceived idea of a long wait for an update, there were also a few comments from readers proclaiming that this was why they never read incomplete works.

Heck, there were one or two (upvoted!) comments about how writers should simply pre-write everything if they wanted feedback.

Don't get me started on the posts by people that read hundreds of fics a week and yet never comment. "Gosh, I wish I there were more fics for xyz." As if there's not something they can do about that by simply commenting on the works that do exist to show the authors the content they made has an audience!

As a fanfic writer specifically, I find this weird attitude toward the creative work of other people more than a bit discouraging (and sometimes deeply uncomfortable). Fanfiction, like fanart, is a social experience. I create a thing and then others engage with it to encourage me to do more of the thing. I am not a machine and I do not exist for your entertainment or pleasure, but the way fandom leans these days would lead you to believe authors and artists exist for the purpose of consumption.

I am a whole person and doing this costs me my time. For a long story, many many hours of time.

I don't think it's asking too much for people who took the time to read a story (and in particular those who enjoy it) to engage with it.

This doesn't even touch the weird "I only read completed fics" mindset and how it feels to see that sentiment echoed as an author.

"Just write it all in advance before posting it then." Do you even know how long it takes to write a story—to write a longform fic with a plot to completion?

Break Open the Sky was 102,000 words long (and this is short compared to a lot of longfics, so keep that in mind). Even if you assume a writing speed of 1,000 words an hour (generous, because some difficult passages will be much slower to write), that is a whopping 102 hours. That doesn't include the time I had to spend to go back and re-read to continue the story. That doesn't include outlining. That doesn't include note-taking. That doesn't including mapping out locations and distance for travel. That doesn't include editing or formatting to post, either, which took hours per chapter.

I have to sacrifice something else to be able to write. No video games, no movies, no books, no television, no nap, no goofing off online.

Comments become a big motivation, especially on a WIP. It doesn't feel like a waste of time then, to get a little less sleep or take a little less time for yourself; it gives the writer something to look forward to: interaction and socialization with fellow fans. And I don't think the cost is that high for a reader compared to the hundreds of hours it might have cost me to be able to show it to them in the first place.

But nope, r/fanfiction is really out there complaining that fics don't update (even though they didn't bother to comment) and that longfics aren't finished before they start being posted (even though they still don't comment as the story is being posted) and then complaining that there aren't enough fics for [ship]/[trope] even though they are really out there refusing to engage in fandom in a meaningful way that might encourage authors whose work they enjoy to continue to create.

TL;DR: creation costs time.

[isamajor]

June of Doom : day 16 to 20

Another batch of @juneofdoom prompts ! This time, lots of our fav Dwemer nerds ! :DDD (and some mild spoilers on Nebs personnal quest, I tried to keep it relatively vague so that it doesn't spoil people but those who have done the quest will understand I think)

16 . “At least it can’t get any worse.”

The Dragonborn had wanted to cut through the snowy mountain. If they had the agility of a goat on the steep and slippery slopes beaten by the icy winds, this was not the case for everyone. Lucien and Kaidan found themselves stuck on a half-sheltered ledge. With the few supplies they carried, they were able to make a fire, sacrificing Lucien's books in the process for lighting it.

“At least it can’t get any worse?”, Lucien muttered, trying to maintain a shred of optimism.

He had barely finished his sentence when a gust of blizzard rushed in and extinguished their meager fire.

“Great.” Kaidan groaned. (104)

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17 . “You don’t want to do that.”  (Mild spoilers on Neb personnal quest?)

The Dragonborn stared in disbelief at Nebarra's friend, the weight of their words sinking in.

"You don’t want to do that.", the Dragonborn pleaded, voice trembling.

Nebarra, standing next to them, clenched his fists. "You don’t understand," he growled. "I can’t let that happen."

The Dragonborn’s heart pounded as Nebarra advanced, desperation evident in his voice. The Mer shook his head. "There is no other way. He said this could avoid another war."

The Dragonborn knew how much the war had traumatized Nebarra, and that he was ready for this kind of desperate measure to avoid another one. (102)

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18 . “I’m fine.”

Remiel clutched her head, wincing as another wave of pain throbbed through her skull. "I’m fine..." she insisted, forcing a smile as she stumbled slightly. She had been working tirelessly on the Dwemer automatons, her sight suffering from the strain and causing intense headaches.

Lucien frowned, stepping closer. He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "You don’t look fine, Remiel. You need to rest."

"I said I’m fine!" she snapped, regretting the harshness in her voice immediately. She took a shaky breath, trying to steady herself, but the world around her seemed to blur and spin. (100)

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19 . “This can’t be happening!”

Lucien crumpled to his knees, hands trembling as he clutched his hair. "This can't be happening!", he cried, his voice cracking with despair. He stared at the lifeless body of the Dragonborn, the scene around him blurring as tears filled his eyes. He began to sob uncontrollably, his mind unable to grasp the reality of the situation and to accept it. Everything felt distant and surreal. Inigo placed a comforting hand on Lucien's shoulder, his own sobs stuck in his throat, unable to make a sound. Lucien threw himself into the Khajiit's arms, stifling his pain in his friend's shoulders. (104)

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20 . “I can handle it.”

Remiel winced as she inadvertently scraped her thigh against a jagged piece of automaton in the dimly lit Dwemer ruins. The pain shot through her, but she brushed it off with a forced smile.

"It's just a scratch..." she muttered. "I can handle it."

Xelzaz noticed the blood staining her trousers and frowned with concern.

"Remi, that looks pretty bad. You should let me take a look."

She shook her head stubbornly, waving him off. But when the throbbing grew unbearable, she put her hand on Xelzaz' arm.

"You were right. Actually, maybe it's worse than I thought." (101)

[eddies-mattress]

The Munson's

Dad!Eddie Munson X Teacher!Reader.

Warnings: Fluff, mutual pining, small age gap (Eddie is 30 and Reader is 25), that's pretty much it.. Reader had a lot of animals and maybe a little suggestive language but NO smut.

Word Count: 6.5K

Not my GIF

Eddie Munson had become a Dad when he was 24 years old.. He had a one night stand with a woman named Lisa he'd met at the hideout and she fell pregnant.. Eddie was completely involved with the woman and they even became a couple.. They argued a lot but they loved eachother and neither of them had a 'traditional' family so they wanted to at least try for their child.. Once their daughter Avery was born Eddie felt so much love it was overwhelming. He loved Lisa but for once he loved someone more than her.. Not long after Avery's birth Lisa became a different person. Eddie and her didn't know eachother and the only reason they'd even been together was because of their daughter. Lisa found someone else and she became a real party girl.. She was out every night and Eddie was at home with Avery.. It wasn't long before Eddie found out about Lisa's other man, they broke up. Lisa got Avery every other weekend and was fine with that. She wasn't much of Eddie's-Wife material but she tried for a while before she met her new boyfriend. Eddie had Avery every week and on the weekends Lisa didn't have her. After the break up Eddie moved back to the trailer park to be closer to Wayne because everyone needs help.

Avery was a carbon copy of Eddie. She had big brown eyes and pretty brown curls.. She was shy but once she got to know you she was outgoing and extroverted like her Father..

Now Avery is five years old and going into Kindergarten after finishing her year in Pre-school..

Y/N had graduated from Hawkins High and went to collage in Indianapolis and after graduating quickly got a job at the local elementary school as a kindergarten teacher.

That brings us to the very first day of Kindergarten. Lisa had to work so Eddie was bringing her in alone.. He liked it better that way anyhow.. He made sure to get up early and made a small breakfast for his daughter before waking her up.

"Avery.. It's time for school.." He whispered as he gently shook his little girl. She groaned and glared at him as her eyes opened and her eye brows scrunched. "I don't wanna go.." She whispered. "And why not?" He asked and she rolled over. "What if they don't like me.." She whispered looking at the wall. "What if my teacher's mean?" She asked turning over to him. "Oh baby.. They're gonna love you.. And I'm sure you're teacher is gonna be so nice.. She's gonna love you." He said and she shook her head. "I don't think I feel good." She lied and he chuckled and rolled his eyes as he put his hand on her four head. "Nope. You feel just fine to me." He said as he lifted her up. She whined and tried to push him away but he tickled her sides. She squealed and pushed him away. "Okay! I'm not sick!" She said and he stopped. "I made you waffles. Go eat." He said with a smile. She did as she was told and made her way to the kitchen. Eddie opened her closet and turned on the little light at the top.

He got out a pair of denim overalls, a white short sleeved shirt and a pair of white socks. Once she was done eating Eddie got her sticky syrup hands and mouth cleaned and then got her dressed. Once she was ready he got her hair brushed and pulled back into a ponytail. He took a couple pictures of her for Lisa before loading her and her backpack into his van. They made it to school on time and as he watched every kid walk in with their mother he felt a little guilty.. But he got her and her backpack out of the van with a smile on his face. "Ready baby?" He asked and she gave him a slight smile before she nodded.

They walked in and found Avery's classroom. Room 102, Ms. L/N. Eddie held Avery's hand as he walked in. Ms. L/N was talking to another child and mother with a big smile on her face.. Not a fake one either.. A true real smile.. Eddie felt a little embarrassed as he felt his face heat up slightly.. She was gorgeous.. He internally calmed himself down.. High school him having appeared for the first time in years. When the teacher turned around her eyes met with Eddie's and she smiled and made her way over. "Hello there.. What's your name sweetie?" She asked bending down in front of Avery with a smile as Avery hid behind Eddie's legs only peaking out behind him slightly. "I'm Avery.." She whispered barely audible. "Hello Avery, I'm Ms. L/N." She said with a smile. She looked up at Eddie and stood up and held her hand out. "Ms. L/N." She said with a smile and Eddie held his hand out to her. "Eddie." He said with a smile and she chuckled lightly. "Munson, yes?" She asked with a smile having read the names over and over again all morning.

She was wearing a pair of green overalls and a white sweater under it. "She's shy." Eddie said with a smile. "That's okay. Today's a big day.." She said with a smile as she looked down at Avery who hid again. "We won't be doing anything hard hunny." She said smiling down at her. "She can pick a seat." She said before tending to the other student. "Where do you wanna sit babe?" Eddie asked and Avery looked around. There were a few kids from preschool one being a little girl she'd even made friends with. Avery looking at her and little Kennedy smiled and waved. "Wanna sit by her?" Eddie asked and she nodded happily. "See. Not so bad." Eddie said with a smile as he walked her over to her seat. "Hi Avery!" Kennedy happily greeted. Melissa, Kennedy's Mom gave Eddie an awkward smile.. She didn't like metal head Eddie much.. Melissa was quick to kiss her daughter goodbye and make her way out.

"Daddy, do you think you could stay?" She asked and Eddie smiled sadly. "No baby. I gotta go to work.." He said brushing her hair back. "Maybe another day?" She asked and he smiled and kissed her forehead. "You're gonna have fun.." He whispered and she sighed. "She's pretty.." Avery whispered with a smile as Eddie looked down at the floor in his bent down position. "She is. And she's nice just like I said she would be." He said gently poking under her chin with his thumb. "I love you." He said kissing her forehead as she replied with an "I love you too Daddy." Before he made his way out the door while Avery tried to hold back her tears..

Y/N was quick to make her way over to her desk once all the parents left. "Alright everyone." She called and the room quieted down. "I'm gonna pass out papers for everyone. Does everyone know how to spell their name?" She asked and they all nodded. "Great." She gave them a sweet smile. It was a coloring page that said 'This is my name' On the top. And then on one side of the bottom it said 'My name starts with' And then the other side of the bottom said 'It has this many letters'. "I'll also be taking a picture of all of you for another coloring page for your parents for your first day of school." She said with a smile. She passed out the coloring page and then went around to each table and pulled the kids over to a little yellow back drop and took all of their pictures. By the time that was done everyones papers were done and the craziness started up again. Y/N clapped and every kid did the same back on beat. "Why don't we all sit on the carpet in a circle. We can introduce ourselves." She said and they all happily made their ways over.

Y/N sat in the circle with all the children on the carpet. "We're all gonna go around and say our names and our favorite animal. I'll start." She said trying to keep things simple to not overwhelm anyone. "I'm Ms. L/N. My favorite animal is a bat." She said with a smile. "You go next." She said to the little girl next to her.. Once it got to Avery she got a little nervous.. But Kennedy was going before her and other students had been able to do it so she calmed down. "My name is Kennedy. My favorite naminal is a kitty. Cause I have a fluffy grey one." She said with a confident smile. Y/N nodded to Avery with a smile and Avery looked at no one but Y/N as she spoke. "My name is Avery and my favorite animal is a dragon." She said with a smile. "That's awesome." Y/N said with a smile. Once that was all done they did a few more number pages and coloring pages and finally it was time to go home.

And for the first time in his life Eddie was on time for two things in a row. As he made his way inside Avery ran to him with a smile and a hand full of papers. "Look what I made Daddy!" She said in excitement completely ignoring his outfit covered in grease. "That's awesome baby." He said kissing her cheek. "She did great." Y/N spoke with a smile and her hands folded in front of her. "I'm glad she came out of her shell." Eddie said with a smile. "She did. And she mingled and she was just a big sweetie." She smiled as she spoke and Eddie was getting that feeling in his stomach again. "Oh! I've been passing out papers to all the parents. Every Friday I like to have a different parent come in and bring a treat and be my little helper for the day. It also just makes for the end of the week to be very special and easy." She said with a smile. "That's great. I have off most Fridays." He said with a smile.

Eddie works long hours Monday-Thursday but since it was her first day of school he made sure to not be scheduled for a long day. Usually Eddie drops Avery off at school and Wayne picks her up and later when Eddie gets off work he walks over and picks Avery up.

"There is a dress code.. Just business casual like me. No ripped pants no graphic tees." She said with a smile. "It can be rather annoying but it is what it is." She said rolling her eyes with a smile. "I think I have a Mom coming this Friday. But I hope I get to see you next Friday." She said with a smile as she walked away to a different parent. Eddie couldn't believe it.. Did she just flirt? Eddie added it up to friendly conversation.

After he got Avery in the van and himself and they were leaving Avery had a cheeky grin. "You have a crush on her." She said with a smile and Eddie chuckled. "Now, why would you say that?" He asked and she giggled. "Your face gave it away. You were all red." She said with a smile. "Oh stop.. That's your teacher Avery." His smile never left.. He'd gotten caught red handed.. "It's okay Daddy. I like her." She said with a smile. "You should take her on a date." She said with a smile. "I can't do that doll." He said and she frowned. "Well why not?" She asked in that sassy tone she only uses with him, her Mom and Wayne. "Because baby. She don't like me." He said pulling into the trailer park.. What he didn't know.. Is that Y/N was beating herself up just as much over her little crush on Eddie..

A couple of normal weeks went by with Eddie dropping off little Avery and Wayne picking her up.. Until finally he put in a paper to come on that Friday.. Y/N was ecstatic..

And when that Friday rolled around and Eddie stayed after the late bell rang she was so excited. She gently held Eddie's arm above his elbow as all the kids quieted down and stared at their teacher and the strange man in their classroom. "This is Mr. Munson, Avery's Dad. He's gonna be our helper today." She said with a smile. "Who wants to start with Dr. Seuss?" She asked and they all cheered happily. "Mr. Munson is gonna pass out coloring pages with words to finish on your desk.. We can do them once we're finished with Green Eggs and Ham." She said with a smile.. Eddie could feel a soreness when she took her hand off him.. He wanted it back in the place it once was.. But instead he passed out the paper she asked him too.

Once the book was over all the children ran to their seats to color and finish their papers. Y/N walked over to Eddie with a smile. "If you want to just walk around and if anyone asks for help, help them out.. For example if it's a B that they need.. Ask what letter makes a bah sound." she said and he nodded as she smiled up at him.. He had set out an outfit special for this.. A pair of khaki pants and a tucked in black button down.. He felt ridiculous.. but in his head it impressed Y/N.. And it did. She was happy that this metal head could find something within the dress code to wear.. What she didn't know was that he'd borrowed most of it from Wayne.. Eddie was talking to a little boy named Jaxon at a different table when he over heard Avery talking to Ms. L/N.

"Are you single?" She asked and Y/N giggled slightly. "I am not married." She said with a smile. "Do you have a boyfriend?" She asked and Y/N giggled again. "No. I do not." She said smiling at her as she bent down. "I think you should go on a date with my Daddy. He likes you." Avery said with a confident chest. Eddie quickly turned around with a bright red face.. Y/N looked up at Eddie with just as bright of a face.. Then she smiled and brushed Avery's hair back. "I don't know about that Avery." She said with a smile. "I do. He's got a big crush on you. Get's all blushed up when he picks me up from school. He thinks your pretty." She said and Y/N giggled as Eddie let out a scolding "Avery!" "Did you hear that?" She asked and Eddie's face scrunched as he walked over. "She didn't mean that." Eddie said and Y/N pulled him to her desk so none of the kids could hear and gossip to their parents. "So you don't have a crush on me?" She teased. "Well.. I wouldn't say that.." Eddie said with a smirk as he assessed the situation. "Here's my number Mr. Munson. I am free this weekend by the way." She said handing Eddie the paper as Eddie watched her walk away to help other students out before looking at Avery who sent him a not so subtle wink as he shook his head.. At the end of the day Eddie waited for all the kids to leave before walking over to Y/N. "Tomorrow? I'll pick you up at 2:00." He asked and she smiled and nodded. "Sure." She said and he couldn't help but be gitty over their cliche crushes.

Eddie was so excited.. Lisa would be taking Avery this weekend so he could go on his date with no chance of cancellation. Avery got out of school at 2:45 and most days they get home about 10 minutes later. Lisa gets off work at 3:00 and picks Avery up right after so Eddie always has Avery's bag packed in advance. "Hey baby, are you ready to go to your Mama's?" Eddie asked and Avery nodded slightly. "Don't look so sad. It's only this weekend." He said and gave her a gentle kiss. "Are you gonna go on a date with Ms. Y/N?" She asked sitting at the table while Eddie gave her an orange he had peeled. "Yes, but maybe don't tell any of your little friends." He said and she nodded. "Why?" She asked. "Don't need no rumors going around about your dad." He said and she nodded. "Can I tell my Mom?" She asked and he thought for a second. "Maybe wait a little." He said and she nodded. "Why?" She asked and he sighed.. "Because baby. I just wanna make sure we actually like eachother." He explained. "Gotta make sure she'd be good for us." He said and she nodded with a scrunched face. "I don't understand you Daddy." She said before walking away from him. Eddie smirked and looked down as he stood up trying to hide his laugh.

When Lisa pulled up in her 95 black Honda Civic Eddie called for Avery. He picked up her bag and held her hand as they walked out the door. Lisa leaned against her car with a pair of sun glasses and her blond hair pulled back. "Hi baby." She said giving Avery a hug before helping her into the car. "I'll pick her up at 6:30." Was all Eddie said before saying his goodbyes to his daughter and making his way inside to get ready for his date.

It seemed the night went quickly and 1:00 came even quicker..

Eddie wasn't sure what in the hell to wear on his date.. He hopped in the shower and washed his hair.. He'd finally upgraded from the two in one he used in high school to shampoo and conditioner.. Once he was out of the shower he dried himself off and pulled on a pair of boxers. After that he put on a heavy coat of deodorant. Eddie pulled on a clean pair of jeans, a simple white t-shirt and a black leather jacket. He felt nervous.. Y/N was a teacher.. She was a good girl.. And he just felt the complete opposite as that. But time came that he had to leave and he checked the paper Y/N had wrote her address down on.. It was a small house near Dustin's old place. His mother still lived there.. Dustin was now a student at MIT. He lived in a small apartment nearby with his now fiance Suzie.. Eddie and Dustin often talked on the phone together.. But Eddie hadn't mentioned Y/N yet.. He hadn't told anyone just because.. It's a little inappropriate for Eddie to be going on dates with his daughters teacher..

Eddie was holding a bouquet as he knocked on the door of Y/N's door.. He heard a loud bark at the door and backed up slightly. "Brutus. Down." Eddie heard a sweet voice say and the barking stopped. Y/N opened the door and Eddie felt his heart leap at the pure look of the dog.. He was a big ass pit bull just staring at him.. He was fully grey with big blue eyes. He was sitting beside her silently and Y/N stepped away from the door. "Come in! Please." She said with a smile and Eddie listened to her. As he walked in the intimidating dog began to shake as his tail wagged and he let out a loud bark. "This is Brutus. He's a sweetie.. Looks are deceiving." She said putting her hand on the huge head of her dog. "He's so excited to have company." She said as she smiled down at him. "He's handsome.. Can I pet him?" Eddie asked hoping the answer was yes. "Oh yeah!" She said. "Done." She said and Brutus borderline ran over to Eddie as he bent down and he gave Eddie a wet lick on his face. Brutus had scars all over him.. "He's a good boy. But he's huge so we had a lot of training." She said with a chuckle as Brutus ran around happily grabbing his toy. "These are for you." He said and she smiled. That was when Eddie noticed her outfit.. She had on a black skirt and a white sweater with a pair of black healed boots on. Her hair was pulled back and she had on seemingly light makeup..

Brutus brought Eddie over a toy and he looked at Y/N. "He's great with people. Don't be afraid of him." She said with a smile and he nodded. Eddie tried his damnedest not to judge based on looks but Brutus was huge. "He's a cane corso pit bull mix. Or at least that's the breeds that came through the most. There's a couple more in him but they couldn't tell me all of them." She said running water into the vase. "I got him from a shelter when he was around 2 or 3. I've had him for 3 years." She said smiling at her puppy. Eddie gently grabbed the toy and gentle was the wrong option because Brutus was quick to start a game of tug of war.. "He was a fighting dog.. Yet he still has so much trust in people. It breaks my heart." She said setting the flowers on her counter. Eddie was fighting for his life with the rope toy.. Brutus letting out grunts of pure happiness. "That's where all his scars are from?" Eddie asked damn near out of breath. "Yeah. They found him all mangled up and on the blink of death at a farm house with about 20 other dogs." She said and Eddie felt his own heart break. "Yet he loves other dogs and he loves people." She said as she walked into the living room. "He doesn't like squirrels much though." She said with a chuckle as Brutus finally one the game and shook the hell out of his toy before sitting on the recliner like he owned the damn thing.. Which he did. "Shit he's strong." Eddie said as he caught his breath. "He has a bite force stronger than a lion." She said as she bent down and kissed his nose and he responded his a kiss of his own on her nose. "He's my baby." She said petting his ear as he tilted his head in happiness as his tail went crazy.

Then a big brown cat came walking out of the hallway. "That's the problem child." Y/N said with a chuckle as she looked at the cat. "Her name is Luci. For Lucifer." She said with another giggle. "He's moody and got a bit of a rude side.. I have another cat around here somewhere. He's the better of the problem children." She said with a giggle. "Tank!" She called with a pspspsps and Eddie could hear the running and meows and you could feel the annoyance radiating off of Luci. A skinny orange younger looking cat came in the room and ran right to Y/N as she scooped him up. "They're all rescues." She said kissing Tank's face as she scratched his head and he let out meows of delight. "Luci was gonna be put down the day I got her cause she's mean and nobody else wanted her. Brutus was waiting for someone special to come in.. And this guy.." She said walking closer to Eddie so he could pet the happy orange kitty. "He's a couch claw-er.. Two people brought him back to the shelter. Poor kitty's barely two and had a week before they put him down." She said hugging him. "Sorry! I don't mean to ramble on about my animals." She said setting the cat down. "No! No! I don't mind. I can see you have a passion for them." Eddie replied. "During the summers I try to volunteer as much as I can for these little dudes." She said giving Luci a pet on the head as she grumbled. "I wanted to be a veterinarian.. Then I found out I'd have to put animals down and opted for the next best thing. Kindergarten teacher." She giggled and Eddie laughed a long with her.

"You're not wrong. Kids are a lot like little animals." She said with a smile. "I think dogs listen a little better." She said with a smile. "Anyhow.. How about I get these two put away so my furniture doesn't become the victim of a knife crime." She said lifting Tank back up and walking him to a back room. "I have a couple more animals back here if you'd like to see." She said with a smile. Eddie was more than excited to see what she had. She put Tank in a room and put Luci in another. "That's John.. She's my corn snake." Y/N said pointing at a large cage with a thick orange snake in it. "Those are the fresh water fish. And that's the salt." She said pointing at the two large fish tanks next to eachother. "What's she named after?" Eddie asked and Y/N chuckled a little. "She's a corn snake. So I named her after Johnathan Davis of Korn." She said and Eddie felt like that alone made him wanna marry her. "That there is a rosy boa. His name is Axl." She said with a smile. "After Axl Rose." She said with a chuckle. "He was my first snake." She said with a smile. "Also the nicest of the three. And Brandi my gopher snake is the meaner of the three. Bites like a mother fucker too." She said looking into the third cage. "Wanna hold Axl?" She asked and Eddie quickly nodded. She opened the cage and carefully pulled out the grey and orange snake. "I've had him the longest. I got him when he was a baby. I was about 16 when I got him." She said with a smile. "So he's about 9." She said running her fingers over his scales as he slithered slightly up Y/N's arm. "I got John when I moved to Indianapolis for collage. She was about a year old when I got her so she's about 8 and Brandi I got when she was 6 about a year ago. So she's 7.. Her previous owner was scared of her because their bites are a little more painful but.. I mean.. If your afraid to get bit don't get a snake." She said rolling her eyes. "Wanna hold him?" She asked and Eddie nodded and Y/N passed him over.

"I always wanted a snake.." Eddie whispered looking at the snake climbing his arm. "He's cool as hell." He said with a smile as Y/N smiled and nodded her head. "My Mom was livid when she found out I bought him.. I'd been asking since I was like 9.. I was told no every time but once I had my own job I saved up for a cage and everything I needed and then I bought him." She said with a smile. "I know we have a date to get too.." She whispered looking up at him and he shook his head. "Babe. We've got all day." He said and she smiled. "As long as we're having fun.. We could do this all day." He said with a chuckle as her smile turned into a laugh.. Eddie loved the sound she made as she laughed.. Or even when she talked. Eddie had never felt like this for anyone. Not even when he was with Chrissy did he feel this way. "How do you feed them?" Eddie asked. "The little cages above their big ones.. I don't feed live. It was a little hard with Brandi at first but she was quick to acclimate to frozen." She said and Eddie nodded along to her words.

After they put Axl back it had been almost an hour of just her introducing him to her pets. "Want me to show you around a little?" She asked and Eddie nodded happily.. His hair shaking on his head as he did. "Luci's in my bedroom.. She can get mean with Tank cause he's way more hyper than she is.. She's an older lady and he's close to being a kitten still. I wanna get another cat closer to his age so he'll have someone to play with when I'm not here. Tank is in the empty room. It has a couple cat towers and a bunch of toys.. And then theres this room with the reptiles and fish." She said as she touched each door. "Over there is the bathroom." She said pointing out of the hallway and into the kitchen. "And theres a second bathroom in my bedroom." She said and he nodded to make sure she knew he was listening. "It's been like an hour.. Do you wanna maybe.. get lunch?" Y/N asked and Eddie nodded. "Yeah.. Yeah." Eddie said as she pulled on a jacket. As they walked out to Eddie's van he was quick to open the door for her before making his way to the drivers seat.

"Where do you wanna go? There's a little diner like 5 minutes away." He said and she smiled and nodded. "Sounds perfect." She said and he nodded with smile. Eddie drove them to the diner and after Eddie parked he ran over to her side and opened the door for her. And as they walked in he again opened the door for her. They were seated and handed menus and Eddie couldn't take his eyes off her. "How long have you been teaching?" Eddie asked and she looked up from the menu in her hands to look at Eddie.. He loved her soft doe eyes.. They were sweet but held more behind them.. And Eddie craved to learn what that more was.. He craved to know more about her and who she is..

"I've been teaching Kindergarten for 2 years now. I started collage right after I graduated high school and started working right when I graduated collage. "Shit.. You're a hard worker huh?" It wasn't a question Eddie needed her to answer. "I try." She said with a smile. After they ordered food and their drinks they went back to talking and laughing with eachother.. Even after one date Eddie knew he made the right choice in taking Y/N out for a date. "Do you wanna.. Maybe hangout at the arcade or something?" Eddie asked and she nodded happily. "I'd like that." She said with a smile. After Eddie paid for their early dinner they made their way to the arcade Eddie had been playing at since he was a kid.. And so had Y/N. "You graduated from Hawkins right?" Eddie asked and she smiled. "I did." She said with a smile as they walked together. "You know.. On um.. Your last senior year.. In 86.. I was a Freshman." She said and he perked up at that. "You graduated with Henderson?" He asked and she giggled. "I did." She said with a smile. "Really?" He asked and she nodded. "I was a cheerleader." She said with a giggle. "And God was I jealous of Chrissy when you started dating her." She said looking down as she admitted something she'd kept hidden since she saw Eddie. "Ready?" He asked with a smirk. "Yeah.. 15 year old me couldn't stand it.." She said squeezing her hands together.

"You really had a crush on me when you were younger?" He asked and she nodded. "Oh yeah. If Freshman me knew where I was.. Who I was wish right now.. I think she'd pass out." She said and he chuckled. "That's funny huh.. Cause now I'm taking you out.." He said and she chuckled. "What happened between you two?" She asked and Eddie chuckled. It had been so long ago it seemed. "We just.. Drifted apart. I stayed in Hawkins and she went off to collage. Found other people and a bigger world than just me." He said feeling now sadness, regret or feelings of wishing things could be different. "I'm sorry Eddie. That must of sucked." She said gently brushing her hand against Eddie's and he looked over at her and shrugged. "We were kids. I don't have negative feelings about it anymore." He said and she nodded. "What about you?" He asked and she shrugged. "I had a few boyfriends here and there. Nothing ever ended up right." She said and he nodded. "Their loss.." He said and she let out a scoffing chuckle. "But it's my gain." He said letting out a heavy flirt. "Really now?" She asked and he nodded. "Oh yeah babe. Cause let me tell you this now.. I'm gonna take you on so many other dates." He said wrapping a playful arm around her shoulders as she laughed and wrapped her arm around his waist.. If you'd have seen them on the street walking you'd have thought they'd been together for years just by the way they look at eachother alone.

They played at the arcade for hours.. They'd finished eating by 4:00 and left the arcade at 8:00.. They'd been hanging out for 6 hours and they didn't want to stop.. At 8:15 when Eddie pulled into Y/N's driveway parking next to her car. "Eddie, I don't do this often.. But um.. Would you wanna come in?" She asked and he smiled that big goofy smile as he looked into her eyes. "Absolutely." He said and they went into her home together.. "I um.. I can make food." She said as she pet the excited dog. "I gotta feed these guys first." She said with a smile as she pressed kisses to Brutus' face.. Then she made her way back and opened the two doors and Tank ran out and happily ran around rubbing against Y/N's legs while Luci slowly came out and rubbed on her in a much less dramatic way. She got some food out to make for her and Eddie before getting three bowls out and measuring the proper amount of dry food before adding wet food to all of the bowls. Then she put the cars back in their respected rooms to eat and feeding Brutus last. "Sit." She said holding her hand up and he listened. She sat the bowl on the floor and his tail began to wag. "Go." She said putting her hand down and he ran to his bowl.

Y/N made chicken for the both of them with a side of potatoes and a jar of gravy.. It took about an hour to prepare the entire meal properly and made both of their plates and then sat down at the table to eat.. "So um.. When do you wanna do this again?" Eddie asked with a smile. "I have Avery next weekend.. But she can go see Wayne for a night.. Or um.. Or.. the weekend after." He said and her smile never faded as he spoke. "Next weekend will be great." She said and he smiled big at that as he put another bite of potato in his mouth. "Fucking awesome.." He spoke and she continued to eat with a closed mouth smile on her face. Once dinner was finished Eddie helped put food away and the dishes.. The clock on her stove read 10:12. "Do you um.. Wanna crash on my couch.. Or is that coming on too strong?" She asked and Eddie smile as he looked down at her. "Can I kiss you?" He asked and her face heated up and turned the color of a tomato. "Yeah.." She whispered and he smiled as he pressed his lips gently to hers in a closed mouth, passion filled kiss. Once he pulled away he just pressed his lips right back down this time putting his hands on her cheeks while she wrapped her arms around his neck. The kiss was full of passion.. And dare I say.. love.. "Holy shit.." Eddie whispered as he looked down at her. "I wanna stay.." He whispered and she nodded and gave him another kiss. "Why don't you skip the couch?" She asked and he nodded.. He was completely serious now.. "I um.. I have a couple pairs of pajama pants that might fit.. My Dad left a few here last time he was in town." She said and he nodded. She opened the doors to the rooms her cats were in and Tank ran out but Luci was laying on her bed..

She opened her bottom drawer and pulled out a pair of black spandex shorts and blue pajama bottoms. "Do you need a shirt?" She asked opening a different drawer and pulling out her own pajama shirt.. "Please." He said and she walked over to her closet and pulled out a korn shirt for him to wear. She handed him the clothes and gave him a small smile. "I'll get dressed in my bathroom.. Call me when your dressed." She said and he nodded.. He couldn't believe he was spending the night.. Eddie had gone on dates.. But none like this..

He got himself dressed in the pajamas he'd been given. He called out to Y/N once he was done and she came out with her hair down and makeup off with her own pajamas on. She went into the reptile room and turned on the night time lights for them on before turning all the lights in the house off and making her way back to her own bedroom.. She turned the lamp beside her bed off before turning the ceiling light off and they climbed into bed together.. Eddie knew this wasn't a sexual sleepover.. And he was more than fine with that.. They spent the entire right cuddling and occasionally waking up and kissing one another gently.. In the morning it wasn't awkward.. Y/N made breakfast with Eddie with even more smiles and laughs. Eddie didn't leave her house until about 6:15 when he had to pick up his daughter.. And he was so disappointed to have to leave.. But he was so excited to see Avery..

As he pulled into Lisa's apartment building he was excited to see his little girl. Lisa brought her down and Avery ran to her. Lisa said her goodbyes to Avery and gave Eddie her bag. Once they were alone in the car the first thing Avery asked him was "How was your date with Mrs. L/N!" She was so excited as she asked him. "It was magical Avery.. I think I'm falling in love." He said and Avery smiled at his words.. She felt like a little Cupid..

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A/N

This was a longer fic! I'm very proud of this one! Hope you enjoyed. <3

[ramonaflow]

20 Q's for Fic Writers

Thank you for the tags @hippolotamus @a-noble-dragon @mammameesh @smallumbrella369 @likerealpeopledo-on-ao3 @flowertrigger and @demora00 ❤️🥰

How many works do you have on ao3?

60. 50 of those are drabbles though.

What’s your total ao3 word count?

18,832

What fandoms do you write for?

Schitt's Creek. I had a go at writing for Shoresy too but only once lol

Top five fics by kudos:

Straw-Blonde Hair

102 Words

I don't know what I'm gonna do, left to my devices

Summer Days

Getting Carried Away

Do you respond to comments?

I do. I'm often overwhelmed and don't know how to respond but I cherish every single comment.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

None of them. There may be an angsty little drabble here and there but I don't tend to write it.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

All of them.

Do you get hate on fics?

Not so far fortunately.

Do you write smut?

It's pretty much all I write.

Craziest crossover:

I haven't written one.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No.

Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

No. I would love to but I think I'm too shy.

All time favourite ship?

David/Patrick 🥰

What’s a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

All of them? I'm so stuck right now.

What are your writing strengths?

I have no idea. I'm still a baby writer and trying to learn.

What are your writing weaknesses?

So many. Like I said I'm still very new and trying to learn. Dialogue tags are probably one of the things that stand out. And pacing? Punctuation.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I like to read it but it's not something I've done.

First fandom you wrote in?

Schitt's Creek.

Favourite fic you’ve written?

I think it's probably Summer Days which is a very silly fluffy piece. I really like writing about them pining for each other. I also like you're all i want which is just a short bit of smut which is quite unloved on ao3 but I did receive some wonderful comments on.

Open tag because I think I'm the last person to do it so I'm sure everyone has already been tagged. If you see this and you haven't been tagged but want to take part, please tag me so I can read your answers 💜

[cnnmonbimee]

20 questions for fic writers

Tagged by @milkteamoon thanks for the tag milk <33

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 28! Which isn't that much but I never thought I would write that much to begin with :D!

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 115,038 I wish to write more this year since I was in a slump last year 😤

3. What fandoms do you write for? Most of my fics are JSHK, but I've written a Hyouka fic for a zine and an (unexpectedly) x reader fic for The Ssum. I have two original works there too though!

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

..Everything? (地縛少年花子くん | Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun | Toilet-bound Hanako-kun (Manga)) (1,695 words) kudos: 113

Two Lips, with hues of cherry and honey. (地縛少年花子くん | Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun | Toilet-bound Hanako-kun (Manga)) (4,936 words) kudos: 102

Reason For Another Tomorrow (地縛少年花子くん | Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun | Toilet-bound Hanako-kun (Manga)) (14,236 words) kudos: 89

Just Like Us (地縛少年花子くん | Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun | Toilet-bound Hanako-kun (Manga)) (3,797 words) kudos: 79

Bright as helios, Beautiful as anthos, a True Helianthus (地縛少年花子くん | Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun | Toilet-bound Hanako-kun (Manga)) (10,055 words) kudos: 67

Honestly speaking, '...Everything' isn't my favourite and isn't my best either, so I have no idea why it's there 😂 The others are probably because they're long enough to be there, but I do like seeing Tulips, Just Like Us, and the Bridge fic being there.

5. Do you respond to comments? I usually do! and I, myself love to leave comments! Most of my inbox are filled with replies to the comments that I wrote instead! I like interacting with both my readers and other writers :>

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? The only thing that came to mind is Tulips. The first chapter ended hopeful and the second was sad xd Though, I wouldn't really say it's angsty! It's more to bittersweet I think. I have another lesser-known fic that has, not really angsty, but the ending was a little messed-up xD

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Most of my fics have happy endings since I usually write fluff.... I think...

8. Do you get hate on fics? Never yet! I was a bit scared when I posted tsunene fics and even moderated the comments xD but no one ever left anything mean there!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Very very mildddddd in my opinion. And I rarely write smut because I'm shy (pfftt) The only ones I have was for tsunene and they were only making out;; another one is something that I just posted yesterday as a ficlet. If I ever want to seriously write one day though, maybe something sweet like vanilla. I'm a simple person u_u . And I like it when it involves feelings <3

10. Do you write crossovers? I never thought of writing crossovers :0 they aren't really my thing. But I do think they're fun for crack though!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? No, i think?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Nopee I don't think my fics are widely known to have them translated Xd but who knows, maybe one day!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Noooooo someone co-write with me someday :);;;;

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Hananene, of course!!! You won't really get any other answer from me u-u I do wish to be more diverse in the future though! And I did entertain in the idea of writing threesome like hananenetsuka or hananenekou but never actually did it ;;;

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Everything in my never-ending wip list u_u Some of them are big fics that I'm itching to write but never have the time.

16. What are your writing strengths? I'm good at writing feelings, I think? I haven't done any self-evaluation lately. Oh but I really love metaphors!

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I usually have a hard time to make my writing more descriptive. Sometimes they feel too bland u_u and since English isn't my first language, some of the dialogues don't sound natural and casual like I wanted it to be.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I never thought of this before and don't know if the fics I'll ever write have the settings for this xd

19. First fandom you wrote for? JSHK is what really got me into fanfiction. Before that I always have this impression that fanfics are usually /reader only, which I'm not really fond of (Should have discovered more!!) I started as an avid jshk fics reader, and never thought of writing my own to be honest! Love the fact that I tried <3 it's why I'm here.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? Wahhh I think my most recent favourite is A beautiful heart like yours (is mine to hold), which is a fic I wrote for Tsunene Week 2023. I think it's my most well-written piece :') it's the only one that I don't get icky feelings when rereading it. Others are 'The Reason for Another Tomorrow', also known as codename: Bridge fic, and the first ever fic I've written for the fandom, If I Were The Moon, Would You Be My Sun?, which isn't my best writing but has a really special place in my heart <3

Thanks for the tag Milk <3 I'm just tagging whoever I have in mind so don't feel obligated to do it! This is just for fun <3 @voidjelli @insipidenvy @miss-sternennacht @thatsrightdollface @doughnutboii @krispyt @wingsonghalo @etheralisi @kawff33 @kinkymoonaf

[kotemf]

20 writer asks

Thank you for the tag, @lonewolflupe.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

29 but a lot of them are just oneshots around 1 000 words.

2. What's your A03 word count?

206,827! I had no idea it was this much tbh, last time I checked I had like 150k, lol. I'm actually proud of this achievement, especially since it hasn't even been a year since I started writing fan fics.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Star Wars, usually Clone Wars but I write so many weird AUs that it doesn't even matter.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Cody Learns to Love with 644 kudos

Cody Learns to Live with 150 kudos

CodyWan Oneshot with 102 kudos

Another Chance with 99 kudos

Visible Confusion with 98 kudos (no idea why this work of all the works I have has so many kudos...)

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I have no idea, I usually write happy endings or more like the fics that are supposed to have angsty endings are the ones I haven't finished yet. For now it's probably my fill for day 5 of CodyWan Week 2024 but it's not really the ending that's angsty, it's the stuff that happens before that...

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I don't know, I have a lot of happy endings but I'm going to mention A Lifetime Supply Of Homemade Meals And Knit Sweaters For The Coruscant Guard which is one off my fills for CorrieWeek 2024 and I really wish this thing got more attention so this ending is happier than the other ones because I said so :).

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not really, I only received one hate comment in my entire "career" and it was some hater who got banned before I even read that comment for commenting hate on many works so that wasn't directed at me. I'm glad that everyone I've met are polite.

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

No. I have no iterest in reading nor writing smut. Also my mom reads my works.

10. Do you write cross overs? What's the craziest one you've written?

I don't really like crossovers, they tend to get confusing and I like it when everything makes sense. Hope that makes sense.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No and I search my more popular works in the browser just to be sure from time to time since I've heard horror stories of fics being sold on Amazon and stuff.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No. I was playing with the thought of translating my works into my native language but decided against it since it probably wouldn't get much attention anyway and, more importantly, Star Wars in my native language sounds incredibly cringe. Like I'm sorry, I love my language, ok, but translated Star Wars is terrible.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No but I would love to.

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

Uh... hard to tell. Probably CodyWan or Foxiyo. I also love SabEzra but I've never written anything from the Rebels era.

15. What's a WIP you'd like to finish but doubt you ever wilI?

That Was Not Supposed to Happen. This is my... second? fan fiction ever and I still love the idea but I haven't written it in so long and the parts that I've written already would need A LOT of editing.

16. What are your writing strengths?

So... I'm not sure what exactly this question means...

If it's about what I write the best, you tell me.

If it's about how I write, I have this huge almost super power I would say because I literally go, sit down and write. I can even skip the step of sitting down. I never realized how much people usually struggled with getting into the writing mode and stuff until I got Tumblr. Like sure, sometimes I get a block but I usually really just decide I want to write and then just write.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I want to write about topics I know nothing about. I write about stuff I know nothing about. Like I write about children but really, it's just my imagination of how a little child would act. Or for example any social workers reading my Cody Learns to Love Verse would probably be surprised at how the galactic social services work. Because I just made everything up.

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

Actually, I use the fictional language of mandalorians - mando'a - in dialogues quite a lot since I headcanon that the clones speak it and I also love mandalorian culture. I don't think I would use any real life languages in fan fiction but if I was writing an original work, I would sure include some of my native language and also some Spanish because I love Spanish.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Star Wars. I still write for Star Wars. I don't think I'll ever write for anything else in the near future because there is still a lot of Star Wars stuff I haven't explored yet and my obsession isn't fully satisfied. I want to read Jango Fett: Open Season in the near future so probably expect some traumatized baby Jango.

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

A hard question but probably Cody Learns to Love since I'm still proud of finishing a fic with over 100k words.

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NPT: I can't really think of anyone to tag but whoever wants to participate can.

[theoriginalladya]

20 Fanfic Questions

I was tagged by @bioticbooty. Thank you, friend!

Tagging @mtreebeardiles @tiny-banana-time @shadoedseptmbr and @wrathoscribbles and anyone else who wants to participate.

How many works do you have on AO3?

153 stories across 40 series

2. What's your total AO3 words count?

2,700,745

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly Mass Effect. Some Dragon Age in the past and some crossover worlds with ME (World of Darkness, WWII, etc.). Potentially Baldur's Gate 3 in future if the muses start talking.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Ever Constant - My Dragon Age epic fic. FemCousland/Nathaniel Howe, pre-Blight through Dragon Age: Origins. (103)

Dribbles & Drabs - a collection of writing prompts for various pairings, mostly Mass Effect related, mostly Caleb Shepard but also includes Michael Shepard, Kristofer Shepard, Tessa Shepard, Abbots (Abby Williams/Major Coats) and a few others. (102)

Found Family - A Collection of Drabbles - specific writing prompts from the Dribbles & Drabs collection related to Caleb Shepard/Kaidan Alenko and their kids. (92)

Destiny's Road - married Shep/Shep AU pairing set in ME1, first of the three game related stories. (83)

Destiny's Fate - divorced ShepShep AU pairing set in ME3, third of three game related stories. (64)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do, yes! I love to hear from readers!

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably either Bury Me In Willow , Give Me Peace, or Never Alone.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Difficult to say, but Shepard in Sherwood is a pretty fun, positive one.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I have two or three times, unsolicited comments from people who believe their opinion matters more than how I want to tell my story.

9. Do you write smut. If so what kind?

It depends. I have in past, I do on occasion these days, but it's very rare because I'm just not that comfortable writing it. I tend to stress a lot more when writing smut, too.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Several, actually. Most of mine are crossovers with historical time periods rather than fandoms (though there are a couple) ME/World of Darkness, ME/WWII, ME/ME Andromeda, a couple of ME/Celtic Ireland, and a new ME/American Revolution idea. I have a couple ideas for ME/DAO crossovers, but have yet to start them.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

A couple small, old ones.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Translated, no. Podcasted, yes.

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Yes. In 2022, @happychica and I began writing Caleb Shepard in her Modern ME series, The Town of Norman in the story, As Luck Would Have It

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

mshenko and femshenko. Okay, who am I kidding, anyone and Kaidan - Alenkoats (with Coats), Reylenko (with Reyes Vidal), Parasenko (with Gianna Parasini). Another very high fave of mine (because of Caleb and Kaidan) is Abboats - Abby Williams/Major Coats.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I would love to bring all the hundreds of ideas I have drabbled on (but not shared), or started but haven't gotten back to, but it probably won't happen. For now, I just take it a day at a time and hope the muses will keep inspiring me so I can get more done.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Plotting.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Just about everything else. I have moments where I sort of go 'zen' and can get good things going, but it isn't consistent for me, and I wish it was. Still, I'm constantly working on them, so I hope I have at least improved them somewhat over the years and will continue to do so.

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

I have done, to a point, with fics, but not usually more than an expression here or there. If I do, it's usually French because I have the most experience with it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Dragon Age

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

This is like asking me to pick which of my children is my favorite!!!

(Okay, so I only have one kid - but I have TONS of stories!!!)

For now I will say anything with Caleb Shepard. He has been such a wonderful learning experience for me and continues to be, and I love how his world has been turning out - past, present and future. Can't wait to share it all!

[thepatchycat]

hellooo! 👋

i hope it as okay to tag you in the WIP game!!! 😅😅 you have so many cool projects underway!!

I would love to hear more about your Defiance series! Side stories and spin offs?! What a world you must be creating! 🤩

thanks and have a lovely day !!☀️

Certainly! :D I don't always respond to tag games, but I do always appreciate being tagged in them. This one especially makes for a nice excuse to ramble about projects, and I'm delighted to talk about Defiance~

I'm pretty sure Defiance (the main fic) is the second fanfiction I've ever worked on in earnest and also my first and only longfic (not counting some sort of journal thing for Pokemon X I think I started many years ago, as I quickly lost interest in that project; otherwise, I hadn't really tried my hand at writing fic until 2020, despite reading it for much longer). Back in early 2021, with far too much time on my hands and having recently finished binge-watching all of The Clone Wars TV show, I felt very strongly that Fives needed to live and everyone deserved a happier ending, so I started planning a fix-it (actually the idea may have begun cooking back even before I finished the show, but February 2021 is apparently when I created the first doc).

It, uh, spiraled a little.

The planning/notes document is currently sitting at 102 pages (~46k words) of loose outline, worldbuilding notes, character notes, media notes, etc. The fic document itself is at 127 pages (~49k words) of stuff ranging from rough outline to fully written chapters and outtakes. There is also a Sheets file with timelines so I can track who is where, and when. The Sidestories doc is for ideas that would probably take place during Defiance but not be part of the more central plot, like bonus side chapters, and the Spin-offs doc is for other fic ideas that would take place in the same universe—some of which have graduated to their own documents. Though I've not been making consistent progress in the actual writing and have a very long way to go, I am lost in this sauce.

Anyway, the general plot of Defiance is as follows: unbeknownst to Palpatine and the general public, a timely intervention saves Fives' life. This allows him to actually explain himself to the Jedi, who along with the clones investigate the chips further and work behind the scenes to prevent Order 66 from happening while trying to figure out how to take down who's behind it. Critically, despite their suspicions they do not have hard evidence of Palpatine's involvement, so most events parallel canon up through ROTS with the investigation/preparation taking place discreetly, until the train hops off the rails to avoid sailing off the cliff.

If you'd like a sneak peak snippet, here's the first page or so of the main fic below the cut!

Something is wrong. The Force is muddled with a constant and indistinct unease, as it has been for years now—moreso on Coruscant than anywhere else, to Shaak Ti's perceptions. Its warnings are difficult to discern with any specificity. Even so, it murmurs them now. And Shaak possesses her own instincts, enhanced by the Force but extant outside her connection to it; these, too, whisper to her that something is wrong, as she watches Knight Skywalker leave the Jedi Temple conference room to find Captain Rex and investigate the situation with Fives. They are the best fit to track him down and the most likely to confront the rogue clone without further violence. Shaak warned Skywalker that Fives has been acting differently without his chip, that he may not be the man they knew—though she herself is reluctant to believe it—and the Knight and Captain are plenty capable of handling themselves. They will be all right. Still, something is wrong in a way she cannot yet define, and so Shaak Ti decides to join the hunt. Since the Jedi have not been asked to search for Fives, she does not contact the Coruscant Guard when she leaves the Temple. Instead she steps out of the building, pulls up the hood of her cloak, and makes for one of the speeder bikes kept at the Temple for general use. It whirs to life under her hands, and she rides to the nearest transportation portal leading down into the undercity. As she descends, passing speeders of all makes and sizes, Shaak Ti considers what she knows. She is well aware of her own struggles in becoming emotionally attached to the clones; her role on Kamino requires her to balance her care for them as people with the need to defend the galaxy. But many of them, such as Domino Squad, inevitably leave an impression. She watched Echo and Fives grow from bickering cadets to determined protectors, some of the best of their brothers. Her belief in their character during their final tests had not been misplaced. And yet, over these past few days Fives repeatedly defied the Kaminoan doctors, removed his chip, claimed something about a conspiracy, then attacked the Chancellor and fled. Shaak cannot deny these facts, and she must not allow personal feelings to cloud the truth. Then there are the Kaminoans. Shaak clashes frequently with their attitudes toward the clones, the way they view them as products rather than sentients. Nala Se’s arguments for terminating Tup and assurance that the chips are not a problem fall in line with her position as a manufacturer. And Shaak is well aware that the Kaminoans have not shared all of their secrets with her, as she is not owed them. But the medical scientist's resistance had been… spirited. None of this paints a clear picture. As they concluded in the meeting back at the Temple, the Jedi need more information. The familiar sound of a military engine hums past, and Shaak turns her head to watch a pair of gunships heading down the portal through one of the military lanes. She swerves out of the civilian traffic and dives after them, further and further below the surface of the city.

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #102

I finished one of the orbs today. The other one still needs work (and yet another layer of epoxy… sigh…), but this one is done:

Huzzah. I wonder what kind of price it might fetch. Or maybe if one of my friends really likes it, I'll just let 'em have it. Why not.

Yesterday, I finished this New Game cycle of Salt and Sanctuary. I stream it on Twitch every now and then because it amuses me.

And it just occurs to me, you might be very confused. "Lumine!" you might exclaim, shocked. "You are normally such a gentle soul! Why do you play this horribly violent and frightening video game?? What would prompt someone like you to cut zombies into bloody chunks with a comically oversized pair of scissors in such a detached, precise, and almost terrifyingly clinical fashion??? Should I be scared????"

...And the answer to that is simple. For every New Game cycle, I am on a rescue mission. And no. No you should not be scared. The game offers me no other way to interact with the zombies, and I'd like to minimize their suffering. I don't hate them.

…I imagine that the above statement has done nothing to assuage your confusion. Indeed, you might be even more confused. So I'll try to explain. Though if you haven't played this and intend to someday, you might not want to continue reading.

The character you play in this game begins on a boat. The story given is that you're supposed to be part of a crew escorting a princess across the sea for a marriage alliance. As you play through the game, it becomes clear that the "princess" is nothing more than a slave in noblewear, and the entire ship and its crew are sacrifices for an entity called The Nameless God. In the middle of the voyage, the ship gets attacked by brigands, and I guess also a giant freaking Kraekan called The Unspeakable Deep. You can win this fight, but it's very difficult, so most novice players lose. Win or lose, you black out. And when you come to, you're on some unknown island.

So then you wander around the island. You probably end up noticing that the island is full of walking corpses. You'll find a few friendly faces amongst all the things that want to kill you, but the fact of the matter is that most of the things skulking around are either monsters, or humans who are now broken, shambling, and invariably hostile shadows of their former selves. The only thing for it, at least until you reach the end, is to disable them from attacking you. And in this world, there is precisely one way to do that. But, just as you respawn when you get felled, so do they.

And then you meet the Scarecrow. Supposedly, the Scarecrow is the voice of the Nameless God that rules the island:

…And for sure, at first glance, all his words certainly sound super duper conceited and evil and scary. And to be sure, this character really used to piss me off at first; the thought went like, "what a pretentious drama king; he's talking all big and like I'm nothing, only to fall down in the end, like every other bloodthirsty wannabe who tries to get a piece of me and ends up instead with my comically oversized scissors stuffed through their skull. How pathetic."

But you know? By now, I have dozens of playthroughs of this game. I have invested literally thousands of hours in this. And after a while - reading the lore in the skill tree, reading the descriptions of monsters, and the descriptions of various items… things started to click, I guess.

One of the things that clicked was this set of lines, which I initially took as threatening:

Such a brave, foolish curiosity. It will struggle then. And it will bleed. And it will fall. And one day, when it finds itself beaten and broken, gasping for air, choking on its own blood and tears… …that will be the day that it kneels. And I will consume it.

My initial response to this was, "why don't you go fuck a cactus? maybe some time with a couple of these might change your attitude:"

...After all, what other people do with consenting succulents in their spare time is no business of mine. It's supposedly a free country or something.

But then… I realized. This entity has been on this Island for probably more years than I know how to count. This entity has seen countless souls succumb to the Island. For him, the part where you kneel and get consumed is nothing more than what seems like an inevitability. He is describing to you the most likely trajectory of things, NOT necessarily the thing that he wants.

And you know? Yes, the entity does call me "foolish", but from his perspective, trying to go toe-to-toe with him is like trying to fight the sun. You CANNOT fight the fucking SUN, so "foolish" seems fair. But he also calls me "brave", and his stance, quite explicitly, is one of curiosity. So if I read these lines clinically, without adding implication, what I see is an entity that is surprised and awed by me and my determination to do the impossible. Also in his favor is the simple fact that so far, this entity is the only one that uses the correct pronouns for me. I will take any pronoun thrown at me, but only because people are not comfortable referring to me as "it".

It's established that this entity, this Nameless God, who supposedly deigns to speak to me through this freaky Scarecrow thing, is trying desperately to become a Candlelit Soul. And, in a misguided effort to become Candlelit, he keeps taking the sacrifices and eventually the souls of the ruling class (corrupt evildoers) back in the "real world" (the island is certainly NOT the "real world"). In his preying upon the greedy and corrupt, characters like mine end up becoming collateral damage. The island is shaped by the memories carried to it by the people who end up there. Or at least, this is how I understand it.

But this part stuck with me:

While they scurry to and fro, I am. While they cherish their petty deities, idols, and false lords, I am. While they fight their trivial wars, live and die for mortal kings and scoundrels, I am. All priests of false gods kneel to Me. All kings of empires great and small kneel to Me. Life kneels to Me. Death kneels to Me.

…And you know. If you read it through a more ordinary, human lens, I can see how this would be interpreted as self-important arrogance. But it's important to remember that this entity is NOT human. So then it becomes important to interpret the words at face value, rather than apply any sort of implication. So from that, I gathered an interpretation that is closer to, "As long as living things continue to act from a place of fear, cruelty, and greed, I must continue to exist. So much life is lived from a place of fear. And so much death is delivered to living things in the name of fear. I am the avatar of fear and despair, therefore, all things done from that place is an act of kneeling to me, whether I like it or not."

…And for sure, this entity must not like it, because if he did, why would he be trying so hard to exit his existence by becoming Candlelit in the first place? As I understood it, this entity came into being as a result of the various cruelties of existence; he does not DEMAND, per se, that mortals make sacrifices to him - they just do, for the sake of their own corrupted agendas. And he's trying, as far as I can tell, to exit being in this role; if he becomes Candlelit, then he gets to escape. We've already established that he is awestruck and curious about me. As the entity that rules this island, if he REALLY wanted me to kneel, he could simply appear and smite me while my level is low, over and over again, every time I reanimate, until I become a mindless husk like the zombies that shamble around - it is established that you lose a little bit of yourself and your sanity every time you die and are reanimated. Instead, he simply watches me, almost shyly, maybe even full of hope, as I grow stronger, and occasionally stopping, almost like a lost puppy, to ask me questions that, by now, just seem very lonely to me. Questions like:

Does it wish to know Me?

…and…

Does it know what I have done?

…Interestingly, if you answer "No" to the first question, he responds as though he is hurt by the rejection. And if he really thought himself above me, he would neither deign to speak to me, nor be hurt and angry that I don't want to know him.

And… here's another thing. I am 10000% certain that this entity's existence must be one of IMMENSE suffering. Whether or not he realizes, HE is the one kneeling, all the damn time. What we see when speaking to him is the man on the cross - broken, bleeding, rotted, and partially eviscerated. This Nameless God claims that the man on the cross is nothing more than a vessel that acts as his voice, but… I can say for certain that that's absolutely not true. The Nameless God would LIKE you to believe that he is the big, scary-looking candelabra'd thing that you fight in the end, but that's just an illusion that crumbles and fades easily as soon as you strike the final blow. It's not him. It's a lie. This image you fight is merely a projection of what he WANTS to be.

No, the Nameless God is waiting for you in the room beyond, broken, bloody, bound to his cross, and likely in unimaginable amounts of pain. And I know that he is the man on the cross because you have the option to become the Nameless God. When you speak to him in the next room, the position of his head makes his silence look almost pleading; I think he is silent because he does not know how to say, "Please help me."

Your options are "Take Helm" or "Do Nothing". If you take the helm, then YOU become the one bound to the cross. You take his place, and presumably, he gets released from the prison that is this Island; he gets to know an end to suffering. He gets to know peace. "Do Nothing", knowing what I know, reads callously to me.

So every time I get to the end, I take the helm - not because I want to rule the Island, but because I want this entity's suffering to end. I want to take his place so that he can move on to the next thing, so that he doesn't have to hurt anymore, so that he might have an opportunity to heal. Choosing to take his place instead of choosing to return to the world of the living is the kindest thing I can do. One of the main themes of this game, repeated over and over, is getting back up and trying again after having been felled, and of the determination to keep learning, growing, and moving forward, even in the face of overwhelming difficulty. And so, I assume that if I take his place, then he, too, can get back up. He can be in a position where he no longer has to kneel to the pain he is in. He can choose something else. He can ascend to being Candlelit.

…I'd do the same for you with even less hesitation. I would take your place on any cross so that you might be free to go. So that you might be free to mourn, to weep, to fall to your knees… and then get back up. To decide to try again, despite the obstacles. To make different choices. To be brave enough to choose kindness, even when things hurt. To ascend into acting from a place of compassion and courage, instead of kneeling to your conditioning and pain.

Sephiroth. You gotta get up off your knees okay? If that's you going around saying weird things and doing mean things (I'm not sure that it is you, but whether it's you or Jenova is not relevant to me; my unconditional positive regard for you remains the same), then if you keep going on like this, it's not going to end well for you. And what's more… you can't claim that you're better and stronger than everyone else, but then act in the same cruel ways as the people you've grown to resent; it's a logical fallacy - surely someone as smart as you can see that, can't you?

Mirroring the same cruelty that was given to you for most of your life doesn't suit you. Being enslaved to the conditioning that leads you to being codependent doesn't suit you. Acting from a place of fear and pain doesn't suit you. Surrendering to the memories you carry doesn't suit you. You're better than this. You're so much better than this. So come on… please reach for the hands extended towards you. Please strive towards the voices of those who love you and believe in you and your fundamental goodness. Please.

I'll write to you again soon. I love you. Stay safe.

Your friend, Lumine

[jungk0oksthighs]

I posted 4,021 times in 2022

That's 4,021 more posts than 2021!

3,008 posts created (75%)

1,013 posts reblogged (25%)

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I tagged 1,896 of my posts in 2022

#ask - 618 posts

#replied on phone - 473 posts

#jungkook x reader - 117 posts

#jungkook - 110 posts

#oto spoilers - 102 posts

#jungkook series - 90 posts

#jungkook ff - 88 posts

#jungkook angst - 86 posts

#jungkook smut - 85 posts

#oto - 66 posts

Longest Tag: 131 characters

#pls if u don’t enjoy the series that’s okay!! honestly i’m not offended but please don’t interact with it if you’re not enjoying it

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Pi Gasu Series Collection

vampire!jungkook, donor!reader, explicit smut, angst, death, vampire au, fantasy au. 18+ content minors dni 🔞 new banner created by the magnificent @jkshandsomegirlfriend - thank u!

Prologue

An introduction to Jungkook’s world

Divine Sinner

In which you encounter your first vampire, or five

Divine Sinner pt.2

Jungkook reconsiders your last conversation

Twin Roses Between Twin Thorns

You visit your family for the first time in a year

Memories That Last For Eternity

Jungkook needs you to donate, now

Damned If We Do, Dead If We Don’t

Donating blood for Jungkook is taking its toll on your body

The New World

You discover a shocking truth that leads you to Euphoria

One Of Me, Two Of Us

Jungkook doesn’t take your threat lightly and agrees to help

When Two Become One

Jungkook has been keeping a close eye on you since you learned about your lineage

1,977 notes - Posted June 23, 2022

#4

Her | First Love 

bestfriend!jungkook, tattooist!jungkook, F2L, angst, fluff, smut

Word Count - 7k

Jungkook has had it bad for you for a very long time. Warnings: swearing, mentions of puberty and sex, angst, unrequited love, high key very cute

MINISERIES COLLECTION

Jungkook has been madly in love with you for as long as he can remember, from the moment he laid eyes on you in preschool he knew you were the one. Ridiculous isn’t it? How someone can know something of that magnitude at three years old. But he swears blind to this day that he’s known it his whole life. You were both playing in the sandbox, building what you deemed to be magnificent castles when in reality they were nothing more than sad looking piles of sand and dirt. It was the way you shared your spade with him without hesitation, the way your eyes lit up when he’d finished his castle, the way you hugged him goodbye even though you’d known him less than four hours. That was it, that was the moment Jungkook swore to himself that he would marry you one day. You’ve been best friends ever since.

Y/N Jeon. He wishes.

At the ripe age of thirty and several failed relationships later, here you both are – still best friends, still single, still not married to each other. He scoffs, his tattoo client visibly tensing from the sound.

“Sorry, I wasn’t laughing at you.” He chuckles, shaking you from his mind like he’s managed to do every other day since preschool, “Sometimes I get lost in thought and zone out when I work… It’s weird, I dunno. I’m sorry.”

The woman whose ribcage he’s currently drawing on smiles at him, she’s around his age but judging by the silver band and modest diamond on her ring finger she’s just being friendly. “What were you thinking about?”

At this he pauses, underneath his face mask he’s grinning but he doesn’t know for sure if his client can tell, “My first love… actually my only love.”

“How long have you been together?”

“Hmm…” Jungkook contemplates lying to save face, but perhaps a late night therapy session with a stranger paying him is what he needs right now, “Actually we’re not together… She’s been my best friend since we were three.”

The woman’s jaw is on the ground, eyes blown wide, “What?! How does that even happen? Does she know that you love her?”

“She does, I told her last week on a camping trip.” He nods once, briefly changing the needle he’s using to a thicker kind for shading.

The woman laid in front of him has a point, how does something like this even happen?

“So I guess I should start from the beginning…”

-

At three years old Jungkook was behind on a lot of milestones, he wasn’t wholly non-verbal but he was shy around new people and preferred not to speak what little words he did know at that point. To say he was nervous about being away from his parents for the afternoon for his preschool tester day would’ve been an understatement. He wailed, he sobbed, he screamed, he pretended to be sick… He did everything in his power not to go. But he’s sure glad he did.

“Hi Jungkookie!” The teacher clapped excitedly upon his arrival, “It’s nice to meet you!”

Jungkook shifted awkwardly in place with teary eyes, his mom had just left the building and he remembers clear as day how he struggled to keep it together. After he hung his coat up he decided to venture into the outdoor playing area, he figured it was probably quieter there. As an extremely introverted child he was disappointed to see that someone else had the same idea as him already, a girl, sat in the sand pit wearing a pink dress with sunflowers on the skirt. She was the cutest thing he’d ever seen, her hair in pigtails and her smile brighter than the sun itself when her gaze landed on his small body in the doorway.

“What’s your name?” Even her voice was pretty when she spoke, Jungkook recalls the way that was the first time he’d ever experienced butterflies. “My name is Y/N… It’s okay if you don’t want to say yours. I don’t mind. Do you want to play with me?”

Kook nodded shyly, he made his way over to the sandpit and it wasn’t long before he was totally engrossed in helping you build your ‘princess castle’ if he remembers correctly that’s what you’d called it. Even though he was too nervous to speak you kept rambling about anything and everything a three year old would know about. The sun, the sky, the way sand doesn’t taste very nice and you recommended that he doesn’t put his sandwich down onto the dirt. No, you offered to hold his sandwich instead when he needed to stand up for a moment. You were his first friend, his only friend at that point. And he already loved you.

When the afternoon came to an end Jungkook remembers how disappointed he was to say goodbye, your dad had arrived in a big silver car which looked expensive for the time. He was impressed, he liked cars. Your excitement upon noticing your father waiting for you in the reception was undeniable, you practically squealed until you realised that meant it was time to say goodbye. Your soft features made a frown, you even looked cute when you were sad.

“That’s my daddy!” You pointed to the man you vaguely resembled who wore a suit that day, “I have to go… Will I see you tomorrow?”

But Jungkook was too afraid to speak.

“It’s okay.” You reassured him with a smile, your nose scrunched slightly before you spoke again which made him smile back, “I hope I see you again! I had fun! Bye!”

As you made your way over to the door with messy steps he found himself chasing after you, his little legs carrying his weight fast enough to easily run ahead of you.

“My name is Jungkook.” He pouted, “I had fun too.”

The next thing he can remember was being pulled into a hug, your tiny chubby arms wrapped round his middle as though it was second nature. You were warm and your hair smelled like coconuts. It didn’t last long but the memory of your grin when you waved goodbye is something that’s forever engraved into the walls of his brain – even now.

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2,162 notes - Posted June 21, 2022

#3

Stay With Me Series Collection *completed*

exhusband!jungkook, singledad!jungkook, unplanned pregnancy, EX2L, angst, fluff, smut

all chapters and drabbles will be uploaded in chronological order

Drabble 1 | Preview 

Forgotten Memories

Nostalgia

Hope pt.1

Hope pt.2

The Date

Secrets

Take Two

Nausea

Communication

Perfect

Seven pt.1

Seven pt.2

A Star In Your Sky | Finale

2,866 notes - Posted June 12, 2022

#2

Over The Odds Collection *completed*

ceo!jungkook, sugardaddy!jungkook, smut, angst, fluff, S2L

All chapters & drabbles will be updated in chronological order (banner created by the multitalented @opaljm THANK U SM)

Teaser | 1.6k 

In which you first encounter billionaire Jungkook and his best friend Taehyung.

Terms and Conditions | 5k

Jungkook makes you an offer you’d be a fool to refuse 

The Contract | 4.k

Being different to his usual sugar baby, you convince Jungkook to make some changes to his contract

➳ Drabble 1 | Blank Cheque | 1.2k jk pov ➳ Drabble 2 | Best Friend | 1.4k jk pov

Publicity | 4.4k

You and Jungkook go on your first official date 

➳  Drabble 3 | Unrequited | 1.5k jk pov ➳  Drabble 4 | Regrets | 3k  

Do Your Worst | 6k

You and Jungkook go on a trip

➳ Drabble 5 | Best Friend pt.2 | 1.9k jk pov

The Confession | 5.5k

Jungkook reacts badly when you bump into your ex in the club

➳ Drabble 6 | Best Friend pt.3 | 1.6k jk pov  ➳ Drabble 7 | 134340 | 1.2k

파트너 | 6k

In which you meet Jungkook’s parents

➳  Drabble 8 | Fallout | 3k jk pov ➳  Drabble 9 | Outside | 1.4k ➳  Drabble 10 | The Argument | 1.4k

Between Us | 4.4k 

You drunkenly admit how you really feel about Jungkook to your best friend Jimin

➳  Drabble 11 | Weird | 2.3k ➳  Drabble 12 | Regrets Pt.2 | 2.5k ➳  Drabble 13 | Slow Down | 4k jk pov ➳  Drabble 14 | Ruthless | 1.8k jk pov

Celebration | 4.6k

Your family host a welcome home party for Ruth

➳  Drabble 15 | Relevance | 1.8k ➳  Drabble 16 | Best Friend pt.4 | 1.9k jkpov

The Pretender | 6k

The series of events that lead to the leak

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My #1 post of 2022

happy birthday loser; jjk x reader; 18+

summary: after three years of simping over your roommate, you give him one hell of a birthday celebration. idiots to lovers pwp oneshot. literally zero plot

warnings: explicit smut, mutual thirsting, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, squirting, loud filthy (unprotected) sex. wrap before u tap

a/n: happy birthday jungkook! this is my first oneshot in 4+ years so be gentle w me please, usually i prefer to write series but i wanted to challenge myself and ofc write something special for everybody's favourite maknae's birthday. enjoy!

word count: 8k

On Thursdays you cook burgers for dinner.

But today isn’t just a regular Thursday.

It’s your roommates birthday, his twenty-fifth to be exact, so when you ventured to the grocery store last night you were sure to pick up the ingredients for his favourite meal in preparation for tonight. Samgyeopsal.

Pork belly is his favourite meat, you’ve been subjected to many a conversation about how tasty he finds it, how it’s the right balance of protein and fat, how it goes with anything, how he likes to wrap the succulent meat in lettuce leaves before submerging it into sauce and shoving it into his mouth.

It’s his favourite food without a shadow of a doubt. And so you’ve taken it upon yourself to cook it for him on his birthday. He is your favourite person after all, without a shadow of a doubt.

Jungkook moved in with you three years ago, at a very dark time in your life when you were wallowing in your post-breakup blues. You initially met the triple threat of tall, dark and handsome Jungkook at an open mic night when he struck up a conversation with you at the local bar.

As if being gorgeous isn’t enough, he’s a very talented singer and guitarist too, he and his grungy rock band like to play at bars and clubs on weekends. When he’s not busy at his nine to five as a software engineer, where he’s due to be leaving any minute now.

The more you got to know him you quickly realised he’s somewhat of a loser. Not a loser in the sense of having no friends and nothing significantly interesting about him – not in the slightest. Jungkook is a loser in the sense that he’s extremely introverted, painfully so, and lacks social skills.

He prefers to stay home after a gig, he doesn’t care for parties or girls or even much alcohol. He loves the quiet life, spending most evenings glued to his laptop to play videogames or sat beside you on the sofa binging something on Netflix. When he's not running his expert fingers over the nooks and crannies of his guitar.

Truthfully you’ve been kind of infatuated with him for a while now, he’s just so endearing and rib-shatteringly hilarious without even trying. It’s hard not to fall for him. His smile is earth-shatteringly perfect, his touch more so. You are but a woman after all, and a woman has needs and desires just like everybody else.

Jungkook being what you both need and desire daily.

At the time you met him a relationship was the last thing on your mind. Him moving into your spare bedroom was just a way to make up the rent and bill money your ex-boyfriend used to pay. But now you’re three years single save for the very occasional one night stand and Jungkook has never looked more appealing.

Maybe it’s the way he helps you reach snacks on the highest shelf when your tiptoes fail you. Perhaps it has a little something to do with the sweet melodies that flow from his pierced lips, flooding the apartment whenever he showers. It could be the fact he likes to ‘air-dry’ and parades around the place wearing nothing but a damp towel after said showers. Or it might have something to do with the way the supple skin beneath his big brown doe-eyes crinkles when he smiles.

But maybe, maybe, it’s because he’s everything you never realised you were looking for – until it quite literally showed up on your doorstep and moved in.

Okay so maybe you’re down bad for your roommate, but who in their right mind wouldn’t be? If you had to pick one word to describe Jungkook it would be… Perfect, handsome, funny, sweet, sentimental, ripped, gorgeous, talented. Any of those work just fine, it would be an insult to simply pick just one.

One of the many perks about living with Jungkook is that you’re both organised messy people, sure there’s some clutter here and there throughout the apartment but you both know damn sure what junk is where. Your personalities match, you don’t make the rules, they just do. All your friends say it, as do his friends. You'd be a show-stopping couple for sure.

It’s just that well… The man is somewhat emotionally constipated, can’t smell what’s right under his nose no matter how many hints you’ve given. Like a nose-blind lion on the prowl, there's a willing zebra right here, but he hasn't seemed to notice.

Wearing low-cut shirts at dinner, skirts that are a little too short, always making sure your makeup is clean and dewy looking even when wearing sweats. The innocent flirting that’s nowhere near innocent on your end. You shower him with compliments on the daily, being sure you don't appear too indifferent or nonchalant about it. You mean every compliment you've ever given him.

You like him, but you didn’t realise how frustrating that would prove to be giving his obliviousness.

But that all ends tonight.

You’re wearing a simple black slip dress, the smooth fabric ending just below the curve of your ass and the straps are so dainty that he’s bound to notice your exposed cleavage. Maybe even the lace trim of your sheer bra too, complete with a matching thong of course.

It’s not uncommon for you to get dressed up randomly, even before Jungkook moved in, you’ve always liked making an effort and looking pretty. It makes you feel good, confident even. You even went as far as to shave today, ensuring you're extra smooth, yknow just in case.

It's been a whole eleven months since you invited a guy back here, and the outcome was less than satisfying. Much like all your sexual endeavours, he got his and all you got was the ick. You haven’t seen the guy since.

It’s been a hot minute since Jungkook invited a girl back here too, maybe even over a year now. The way your roommate likes to saunter around half-dressed with long, messy brunette hair and a wicked smile has always affected you, made your mouth dry and your panties damp. Truthfully you don’t understand how a guy like that is single, well maybe it's because he doesn’t appear to have a radar for women, but you’re grateful nonetheless.

Black helium balloons fill your lounge, the big ‘25’ being the most obvious. You’ve spent the day mentally preparing for this, you want to show him how much you appreciate everything he does for you and celebrate his birthday properly. From him always prepping extra breakfast in the mornings just to make sure you’ve eaten, to his inked fingertips giving you back massages when you’ve hit the gym a little too hard. He’s usually the one to cook dinner most nights, so tonight you want to return the favour with a smile.

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[the-bad-batch-baroness]

Ooo, curious about those! From the ao3 wrapped: 3, 10, 15 and 29!

Remember to hydrate!

Mireeee, my beloved 💚 Yes, of course I will answer these for you!!!

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

My vampire!Fox fic "Queen of Hearts". It is arguably the best fic I have ever written, and my longest one-shot to date. I love everything about this fic. The setting, the plot, the characters, the tension, the world building, and the hidden themes are all top tier.

10. What work was the quickest to write?

So, anything from my 100 Follower Celebration would be the quickest work I ever wrote. Those had a max of 100 words each. Some of them took longer than others because I would teeter on 98 or 102 words and have to figure out a way to shave it back. The most popular drabble from that event is "Let's Get Physical."

15. What WIP(s) are you taking into next year with you?

*cracks knuckles* I thought you'd never ask. This answer is for all my readers who are desperately waiting for me to update my series fics. (Fics are listed in order of importance for updating/writing) "Infectious" - Plan to update in the first quarter and complete by the second "A Man's Worth" - Plan to update in the first quarter and complete by the second "Beloved" - Plan to update in the first quarter, but no plans to complete in 2024 (This fic will be a long series. I already have 20 pages of notes written for it) "Of Frogs and Clones" - Plan to update in the first quarter and finish by the third quarter. NEW FICS Mermaid!Tup x Reader AU (series) Hound x Reader (one-shot) Cody x Reader (one-shot) Phoenix Squad (one-shot)

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

Ooooooh, this is a tough one!!! I have so many favorite lines that I've written!!! Maybe I'll have to give you a few... I love all of the banter between Fives and Kix in Chapter 1 of "Beloved", but this was my favorite: “Contraception isn’t one hundred percent effective,” Kix explains. “Abstinence is, but we both know you don’t have any of that.” There was a lot of great banter and humor in "Fortunately Unfortunate" but this was one of my favorites: Violet’s jaw drops and she turns to you. “Are these guys for real?” “I assure you ma’am,” Sinker says. “We are, in fact, real clones.” You start to snicker and Violet throws her hands up in defeat. “You know what, I’ve had enough for one day.” She takes her dusty and torn apron off and tosses it on the ground with the rest of the debris. “I do not get paid enough to deal with clowns!” “Don’t you mean, clones?” Boil asks.  “I meant what I said!” Violet yells back as she navigates around the debris to the exit. And then there's this scene in "Queen of Hearts" that I adore: “Fox!” you yell. “What are you doing in my bed?” Fox doesn’t move, but mumbles into the pillow. “Sleeping.” “Why are you sleeping in my bed?” you demand. Fox nuzzles the pillow gently. “It’s comfy.” Your mouth falls open at his answer, but you really aren’t sure what you were expecting. “How did you even get in here?” “The door,” he murmurs sleepily.

AO3 Wrapped Asks

[kingedmundsroyalmurder]

Tagged by @batrachised. Thank you!

1-How many works do you have on AO3?

102. We will not discuss the number of fics posted on the ff.net account I maintained in high school.

2-What's your total AO3 word count?

298,956. Lower than I would have expected, actually. My longfic days were primarily, again, in high school, so on AO3 it's mostly shorter one-shots.

3-What fandoms do you write for?

Currently on a Blue Castle kick. Previously my main fandom was Les Mis, mostly bookverse, and prior to that I spent a decade or so as a Harry Potter girl. I have dabbled in other things, but none of them deeply enough for me to consider them actual fandoms that I am in.

4-What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

In the darkest time of year -- Hadestown, post-canon. I believe this is also the fic with the most notes on tumblr.

The Black Sheep and the Mad Muggleborn: a love story -- HP, post-canon. I really liked writing this one and, like all my HP work, now have deeply conflicted feelings about it.

And I could be enough -- Power Rangers 2017, character study. I only wrote 2 fics for this movie and I adore them both so much.

Stormforged -- ASOIAF, alternate ending. This was written for Femslash February and represents the sum total amount of time I have spent thinking about ASOIAF since reading the first four books in a week during standardized testing week back in high school.

We rose with voices ringing -- HP, alternate post-canon. Can you tell I default to song lyric titles a lot and also enjoy musicals?

5-Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I am trying to be better about this! For a long time I didn't because I hated everything I wrote the moment I published it and the only way I could publish at all was to throw a fic out the door and never think of it again.

6-What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

You know, I'm not sure. I haven't done full on angst in a long time. Probably either Waiting for sunrise (LM) or With nothing to remember (also LM). Honorable mention goes to Real in its consequences (still LM) which exists solely to take a ridiculous premise seriously.

7-What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

It's new and still my beautiful child, so this one goes to Ties That Bind, Bonds That Strengthen (TBC).

Oh! Honorable mention to The title of citizen (LM Animates-verse). It's... it just has to be read to be understood, tbh.

8-Do you get hate on fics?

Not since the old aforementioned high school era ffn account, where I once got flamed for writing het. Ah, the good old days. (It wasn't even endgame het, lol.)

9-Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Nope. I've played with some fade to black and a couple, like, sensuous bed scenes, but I find it boring to read so I don't write it.

10-Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I have come to love crossovers, honestly. I like putting characters into Situations. Can't think of any particularly crazy ones though.

11-Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I've ever found or been told about, although realistically with how much I've written and how long I've been doing it I'm sure there are some out there.

12-Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, but I can't off the top of my head remember which ones, unfortunately.

13-Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

No. I am a dreadful co-writer. I will, however, build a world with you at the drop of a hat. Shout out to @steelplatedhearts for the PoTC mermaid worldbuilding we did years and years ago that I still think about fondly.

14-What's your all-time favourite ship?

It varies. Right now unfortunately it's the two leads from the Forbidden Hugs story, which is unfinished original fiction. Fandom wise, I still like me some Logic and Philosophy.

15-What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Anything started earlier than this year, unfortunately.

16-What are your writing strengths?

I like to think I have gotten decent at having an entertaining narrative voice without it being too distracting.

17-What are your writing weaknesses?

Plot? What plot? Plot is when people sit in rooms and have conversations about their feelings, right? What do you mean Events must occur? I'm calling my manager, this doesn't sound right at all.

18-Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Mostly feels needlessly pretentious, honestly. I don't know if I've ever really even considered it.

19-First fandom you wrote for?

HP, starting at age, oh, 14 or so.

20-Favorite fic you've ever written?

Again, Ties That Bind is still my beloved child, but I have a huge soft spot for both Power Rangers (2017) fics. Oh, and underdog fav status to Never go anywhere, never see anyone, the nichest of niche crossovers where Mary Bolkonskaya befriends doesn't-even-get-a-canonical-first-name Aunt Gillenormand.

Tagging @lemeute, @manyswarmsofbees, @amarguerite, @ohhgingersnaps

[thesilverlock]

Everything Mist and Astral Said to One Another (English Dub Version)

Episode 20:

[ Technically, they don’t speak to each other in Mist’s debut episode. Unless you count the very last inner monologue of “Number 96, are there more memories like you?” from Astral.]

Episode 38 & 39:

Mist: Leaving so soon, Astral? Astral: You again. Number 96. How is it you are here, did you break your seal again? Mist: Correct. We all decided it was time to act. Astral: You all..? (…) Astral: Does this mean the other Numbers are giving you your power? Mist: Naturally! We all agree that our time has come, it is time to act and to destroy! Astral: Destroy-? Are you saying that we exist in order to bring destruction to the world!? Mist: What other purpose could you and I have? (…) Mist: Your destiny lies with us, remember your mission.  Astral: (glare) Mist: The time has come at last! Come and join us, Astral! (…) Mist: Give up! We will absorb you! (…) Mist: Utopia got away but you will pay the price. Lacking Utopia’s protection you will be helpless to resist us, your concern for humans must have weakened your mind. Astral: (grits teeth at) Mist: Now! Numbers! Join with me! Absorb Astral so that we can complete our mission of destruction! Astral: What are you doing?! Mist: All these Numbers are under my control now but I need more power. You will be assimilated next! (…) Mist: There is no escape, Astral. You are going to fulfill your mission whether you like it or not. There is much we have to destroy. Astral: (looks back at him defiantly) (…) Mist: Gotcha. Astral: (cries out and struggles) Mist: There is no escaping your fate, Astral. You will join with me and become me. Astral: (glares) (…)  Mist: He failed badly, just as you failed, Astral. (…) Mist: Ghh! It feels like I am losing my hold on you! Astral: That is due to the bond between Yuma and me. We out power you. Mist: Impossible! (yells in pain as he disintegrates) 

Episode 89:

Mist: Astral~ Astral: You! Number 96. Mist: You are not powerful enough to defeat the Barians. Astral: I thought I had finally seen the last of you. Mist: Well luckily for you, you were wrong. You need my aid, Astral, and you know it. Release me from the confines of this key and in return I will lend you my help. Astral: You know I will not accept your offer. Mist: Do not dismiss me so quickly. I know that you are stumbling around hopelessly in the dark, you do not have the strength to continue on alone. You need me. Face the facts, Astral. You may be light but I am darkness, light can only shine in the dark, without me you will never be complete. (…) Mist: You will not win until you accept the one thing you lack. You need my help. (…) You have me all wrong, I am here to help. This opponent is testing Astral in order to see if he is worthy of keeping the Numbers. Astral: Worthy? Mist: Astral. You know I’m right. You also know that you need my power to defeat him. (…) Take my advice and think it over carefully before you turn me down, Astral. Just remember; this is not the human world, I wonder what will happen to your friend Yuma if you lose. (…) Astral: All right, Number 96, I will free you! (…) Number 96, make sure you fulfill your end of our bargain! Mist: (evil laughter) I promised that I would help you win this duel and I will. You must summon Dark Mist, quickly! (…) Mist: And now we can finish him off! Convinced yet? Surely you must see now that you do need my power, the power of darkness. Astral: (narrow-eyed stare) (…) Mist: Astral you kept your word and set me free. Thank you. And I promise you there will come a day when you need my dark powers once more. We will meet again.  Astral: (glares as the other disappears)

Episode 101 & 102:

[ Gonna be skipping the duel jargon and lesser taunts and whatnot, cause I don’t really count it ]

Mist: Nice to see you again, Astral. Especially in such a perfect setting for an all-out duel. Here’s the Number, shall we start? Astral: So you being here, does this mean that you’ve teamed with that Barian?! Mist: He sought me out and begged me to help him, I felt bad for the boy and I agreed. Now I will duel you and defeat you! Astral: That will not happen! (…) Mist: Things are different now Astral. I’m much more powerful, and there’s no way you can beat me! Both: Let’s Duel! (…)  Mist: That was impressive, but you don’t think I’m stupid enough to take damage for nothing, do you? Astral: Meaning? (…) Mist: Say whatever you like but I bring much more than cards to this duel. This Labyrinth of Screams is a trap that makes every one of your moves extremely dangerous, and so, if you win - Yuma doesn’t! (…) Mist: Well, Astral, even someone as clueless as you can plainly see that I am in total control of this duel.  (…) Mist: It’s over, Astral. Astral: As long as I have a turn nothing is over, 96. My move. Mist: What’s the point in continuing? Your defeat is inevitable. Astral We shall see. Mist: We shall. (…) Mist: Why fight? Give up. Astral: I will not. Victory and defeat are never known until a duel ends. Mist: You only have 100 LPs left, yet you still have hope. Hope is your enemy. You put your hope in the hands of a human who swore he was your friend to the end, but the second he thought it would do him some good he lied to you, betrayed you. That friendship, it’s a burden, a weight you’re forced to carry. But you put your hope in the wrong place, Astral. You put your hope in Yuma Tsukumo, a traitor. Fact is, the only real hope you have is me. Astral: And how is that? Mist: You mean you haven’t figured why you can’t absorb Chaos Numbers? It’s so obvious! Astral: (exchanges a look with him) Mist: You don’t have my power! You can never gather all the Numbers without my help, Astral. You allow your emotions to get the best of you and as a result you still try to protect your friend the liar.  (…) Mist: Well Astral, I think it’s time you and Yuma said your goodbyes, don’t you? Astral: This duel is not over yet. Mist: Hah! You only have 100 LPs left, why don’t you give up? Astral: (intense glare) Mist: (backs up and scowls) All right, I end my turn! (…) Mist: You may be clever, but I still have the advantage! Astral: I think not. Mist: What? Astral: In fact my victory is now inevitable.  (…) Mist: You knew exactly what you were going to do before the duel even began, didn’t you!? Astral: Of course I did. Mist: (snarls) But how? Astral: Quite simply, you overestimated your strategy and underestimated Yuma and me. Mist: You..! How dare you make a fool of me! (…) Astral: I did not win but I did not lose. Mist: How frustrating. (…) Mist: Well, Astral, we’ll settle this another time. Astral: I have no doubt we will…

Episode 110 & 111:

[ still skipping most of the duel stuff ]

Mist: Well, look who it is! Yuma and Astral. (…)  Astral: My deductions were correct, you are the one causing havoc in both our worlds.  Mist: Yes. I am. And I’m not just destroying your worlds, my unrelenting power is devastating Barian World as well.  Astral: You are trying to destroy all our worlds? Mist: That’s right. When I’m through, there will be nothing left. (…) Mist: Shall we get started? I’ve been looking forward to our rematch! Now say goodbye to your friends!  Astral: The danger of this duel has increased exponentially.  Mist: That’s correct, aren’t you a clever one?  (…) Mist: You don’t know when to give up, tell the boy he can’t win. Astral: You are wrong, we cannot lose! Mist: Oh, really? (…) Astral: Number 96, you have caused enough harm here today. It is time for your reign to come to an end. Prepare for your defeat, because I am feeling the flow. (…) Now, Number 96, let us duel! Mist: Fine by me, the little kid wasn’t much of a challenge anyway. Hopefully you won’t disappoint me~ (…) Mist: ASTRAL! You can’t get rid of me that easily. You may have won the duel but I still have enough power to finish you once and for all!