#is because i was outlining a historical au for the series…

[siilvan]

IT'S GIVING JEALOUS-IN DENIAL-GRUMPY-SIMP!MAKAROV I- im crying

oh god i've never seen that first pic, the way he's leaned back and sorta manspreading… good lord i need him in ways disastrous to feminism. till he forgets his tragic past. gonna make him forget he wants to take over the world, save humanity frfr

*ahem* this, uh… i'm not responsible for this drabble, loosely bloodsport-based but more or less just simping, enjoy bestie 🤭

(little bit of suggestiveness BTC, y'all have been hungry for him anyway <3)

ангел – angel (pronounced as written, with a hard 'g' lol)

мое небо/moye nebo – my heaven

he is not a man often annoyed by the "small things" but this, this sight has his blood boiling beneath his skin.

you're standing across the room, about fifteen paces away, chatting with one of his captains. a loyal soldier and a fine field commander, often successful when fulfilling his orders, and makarov's willing to admit: not an unattractive man by most standards. the captain is allowed to walk behind him for a reason, he's pleased with his work.

but, he is just a captain. he holds only a sliver of the power that makarov holds. of the people in the room, he is a mere ant, something that he could crush under his boot in a fit of rage and the only quarrel would be disposing of the body. why are you so interested in him? are you not drawn in to the strength, the pride, the influence that makarov has?

he shifts in his seat, leaning forward and letting his eyes narrow at the sight. your back is to him, but the captain— oh, the captain knows very well what the look makarov sends his way means.

you've encroached on my territory.

makarov doesn't hear the next words quickly stuttered out by the man, but it's shortly after that he nods in farewell and darts out of the room. like a child being scolded; the smile that pulls at the edge of his lips gives away his feeling of cruel satisfaction. no matter how esteemed any of his men may be, he stands alone at the top.

you blink at the door after the captain darts out before visibly shrugging and shaking your head. you turn around, eyes immediately finding his, and some unfamiliar sensation tugs at makarov's heart when he catches the glimmer of familiarity in your gaze.

he shifts again, leaning back into a more relaxed position. with your attention on him once more, he can allow his shoulders to drop, his rigid posture to soften. just keep your eyes on him.

"let me guess – that excuse of 'i need to clean my knives' was actually meant to mean, 'my commander is glaring daggers at me?'" you ask, crossing the space in a leisurely stroll, far more collected than when you first arrived several weeks ago.

he chuckles, lifting a hand to signal to his soldier standing nearby. "warden, give us some space."

the masked woman's gaze flits between you two, before she responds with a single nod and a clipped "yes, commander." she marches out of the room and the door clicks shut behind her, leaving you standing alone in front of him.

"if he has time to chat, he has time to work." makarov says, his hips briefly lifting as he adjusts his position, head lolling back just slightly to look up at you.

"that's a shitty way to boost morale," you comment, mouth briefly twitching up into a bemused smile nonetheless. "why did you really send him away?"

he dismisses your question, shaking his head. "i suppose i shouldn't be surprised that a woman of your position is observant, should i?"

you smile, again, wider and longer this time. "no, you shouldn't." you mutter.

for a moment, you two are left in that position, locked in a stalemate of neither person wanting to make the next move. observing the other, attempting to read their thoughts through nothing but minimal body language. you shift your weight from one leg to the other, hands clasping in front of yourself as you tilt your head to the side slightly, barely noticeable.

your next move.

makarov says nothing more as he pats his knee, silently giving a command. it's not a question, not a request— there is no uncertainty in the action.

he catches the flash of hesitation that crosses your face, and in reply, he offers his hand. the red light cascading over the room could almost be mistaken for an omen, a sign of what is to come in the distant future as soon as you place your hand in his.

he pulls you forward, gently, urging you to close the distance yourself. take the final leap.

carefully, you step forward and place your legs on either side of his, knees pressing into the plush cushions of the sofa as you let your weight rest on his thighs. your free hand, originally awkwardly sitting at your side, comes to rest on his bicep before lightly skating up to clutch his shoulder, the crisp fabric of his suit soft under your touch.

he draws you closer still, arm moving to circle around your middle, bringing you forward until your chests are flush, your rapidly-beating heart a contrast to his own, thumping steadily as he lifts your hand to his lips, pressing an uncharacteristically chaste kiss against your skin.

"he is not worth your time, ангел." he murmurs, lowering your hand.

"and, you are?" you ask, brows lifting curiously with the question.

"by birth right, i am," he replies quickly, voice low but confident. he isn't hiding the confession, he's reserving it for your ears alone. "no matter how many men may catch your eye for a fleeting moment, no matter how many think they stand in front of me in the queue for your hand, i will always be at the front, even if i must eliminate the competition to do so. i was born superior, i alone am worthy of your grace, мое небо."

a small part of you wants to argue, to tell him no, he has to earn that privilege, but a far larger part of you keens at his words, at his hands on you, gloved fingertips dancing along your spine and digging into the plush of your hip.

"you seem awfully confident for a man silently begging to be touched." you mutter, a sharp exhale escaping you when his hand leaves your hip to slowly slide up your side, thumb trailing along your front and stopping just below the curve of your breast.

he chuckles, dropping to a gravelly whisper as his lips hover mere inches from yours, dark eyes boring into yours and rendering you immobile.

"kiss me, then." he says, unabashed. "please, ангел." he adds after a beat, tongue darting out to wet his lips. the darkness in his gaze gives way to hunger, like a beast eyeing prey, waiting for it to run so he can give chase.

you draw in a breath, metaphorically and physically swallowing down the hesitation that bubbles up again. he has you right where he wants you, caught in his trap, but as his hands push you down, his hips raising again to press right into your clothed core, you find that you suddenly don't care.

you practically fall into his embrace, cupping his jaw and pressing your lips to his, matching the predator in hunger; like a rabbit leaping on a wolf instead. his firm grip becomes almost painful as he tugs you impossibly closer, his hand coming up to the nape of your neck, holding you in place against him.

you should have expected him to take over, to reclaim his spot in control. the most makarov will ever do is share, which alone is an honor, but he will never completely give his control away.

you're falling deeper, watching the light fade as you burrow farther into the earth, further into the pitch blackness that is him. it's hard to care, nigh impossible to think about anything else when you're so far down the rabbit hole.

worry about his touch, his lips, the satisfied rumble in his chest when he practically purrs your name against your lips. everything else can wait.

[inthedayswhenlandswerefew]

you reblogged an illustration of the titanic recently and why could I see you writing a titanic/hotd AU crossover in the future 😆😆 I would be into any AUs you write tbh haha

Okay y'all look, here's the deal, I will spill a tiny bit of tea

I have 2 separate HOTD au series already outlined and ready to go, and I am very excited about them!!!!!

They are both somewhat historical in nature

Yes I have been reblogging clues related to my lil baby fics 🥰 (and no, no further hints!!!!! for now 👀)

But I need to take a break for a little while because I am very tired/stressed with work and my brain feels like I have forgotten how to write, so now I have to go chill like an invalid being sent to the seaside to recuperate

My best guess is that Secret Series 1 will be posted from April-June and Secret Series 2 from June-August, coinciding with the airing of HOTD Season 2

As always, thank you so so so much for reading and caring about my writing!! I truly adore sharing these stories with this wonderful little community, and I am very much looking forward to being back with more fics soon 🥰💜

[lazlolullaby]

The Secret Saturdays: Post Script Season AU

so this is set a little bit after the series ends, give the Saturdays a few months to rest and relax.

And then they get a call from Argost's lawyer.

Tldr: the Saturdays have to film a season of Weird World in order to get legal access to help the cryptids that are stuck there. (I mean they are absolutely breaking and entering to get to them fast, but. Legal is better.)

Below is an outline/not!fic

Argost's will was a mess to figure out. And he stipulated that the Saturday family get the mansion and legal access to the cryptids, on one condition:

The Saturdays have to Finish Weird World. 10 episode mini series 42 minutes an episode.

It's Argost's final revenge, making the family that was hurt in these walls stay there for an extended period of time. Expose them to all of the stresses and pitfalls of fame.

Just by nature of being a "wrap up season" with another cast (and presumably crew, it's unclear if Argost + Munya handled all of the filming and editing themselves.). The Weird World fanbase is not going to be happy.

There were press releases, opening interviews, etc confirming that the tone wasn't going to be the same. but the backlash was immediate. Full down voting on Rotten tomatoes. Calling "woke" and "forced diversity" because Zak is mixed race and Drew isn't "technically American".

The Saturdays know they're not in it for the fame, the show is an obligation, not a passion. But it still hurts a bit.

"what, do you think we can actually copy Argost? Live up to his level of theatrics? He's passionate about his things, we're passionate about ours."

The tone of the show is more pg-13 rather than nearly R. More edutainment than horror stories. "Things like what we want our son to actually watch."

The episodes follow a pattern: cold open with a single handheld camera a la Blair Witch Tapes. Then the opening credits.

then it's standard 2 camera sitcom. The overarching plot is the Saturday family study cryptids, and while Argost is "away", he needed someone to take care of the house. Things like tending to the garden, exercising the cryptids, returning cryptids once they've healed, returning illegal artifacts, etc.

The first episode is introducing the house, the set up, the Saturday humans. That they can't just get a tent and sleep outside; a fast moving Zon yanks it out of the ground.

At the end of episode one: "Zak, I know you think you're ready. But you are not immediately going to befriend a cryptid. They are literally traumatized animals and might be unpredictable. Do not think that you're special because you know what you're doing. You're still in as much danger as anyone else."

And at the end of the hallway: glowing red eyes. Zak: "please let me be special." And a huge gorilla cat walks up to him. Cut to credits.

Second episode introduces Fiskerton, Komodo, and Doyle. ("We have to be very clear that Drew and Doyle are siblings right up front." "Why?" "Luke and Leia." "Say no more.")

Episode topics: basic hiking safety, tick prevention and care, stretching before exercise, a trip out to the lagoon for scuba diving, (big shout out to this fic), basic first aid, basic american sign language, PTSD care with Fisk + Drew, lab safety, disability care with Doc's blind eye, even racial discrimation when Zak and Doc go into town for supplies. Because they're going to get cancelled anyway Zak found it funny to include LGBTQ+ rights and history, how many animals have homosexual tendencies, transgender clownfish, polygamous animal relationships and so on.

Cryptids are always seen in the background/being worked on. Drew focuses on historical research, Doc focuses on science research.

The running joke is every episode they keep mentioning Yetis or alluding to Yeti mythology but they never actually show one on screen.

Of course there's bonus features like a gag reel, Zak flubbing lines and Fisk standing in for him, Komodo tripping everyone and general hugs and head smooches.

There's a post show Q and A a year later going over some "odd choices" in production. And debunking the persistent fan theories like Argost is the Blackwell's long lost father, Fisk is Kur and just hiding it, things like that.

Zak sometimes uploads quick PSAs to the Weird World twitter equivalent. Either quick sentences or short videos. He keeps it as a side hobby, more interested in teaching people than any ratings or fame.

And to throw some Omniverse into the mix:

When aliens are revealed to the public, Zak puts out a short video about learning about different cultures and acceptance.

When public opinion of Ben 10 becomes sour, Zak reaches out to Plumber Public relations. He breaks down Will Harangue's most recent monologue and advises how to spot manipulative editing, logical fallacies, and propaganda.

Ben tries to get a spot in Zak's channel to boost his influence, but Zak steadfastly refuses unless Ben can come up with a PSA. "You made me write an essay. And you made it easy."

Zak invites aliens to talk on his channel, and it does a lot for public opinion of aliens.

[oddmawd]

For the 35 questions, can I ask you about numbers 8, 9, 12, 19, 21 and 25? Thanks! *sends hugs*

8. Which character(s) do you find easiest to write?

i don't find Doffy or Smoker to be particularly difficult? once i outlined each story and determined their motivations, it's been easy enough to keep them on track in terms of characterization and development (though i was intimidated by doffy early on)

also Brook in The HΩuse on Rumbar Boulevard has been a joy to write, he's a breeze and SO MUCH FUN

9. Which character(s) do you find most difficult to write?

i've been poking at a Marco (One Piece) fic and tbh he's tough, it's hard to nail his demeanor and speaking voice (i refuse to add 'yoi' all over the damn place when writing in english LMAO)

also Kurama (YYH), but not because i personally have trouble writing him per se...i just have a very specific characterization of him in mind and it's pissed people off before (like bro people are SO PRECIOUS ABOUT HIM!??? wtfffff)...i have felt self-conscious about my plans for him in The Sight Unseen as a result...also the OC i've paired with him isn't the fandom's normal OC archetype for a kurama fic and i've gotten the rudest fucking comments about it saying Rei is not "special enough" for him LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOO.........it's wild what people find acceptable for this fictional blorbo (like they think they can somehow dictate which OCs are 'allowed' or not) but you do you booboo, live your truth, LMAO

12. Tell us about a WIP you’re excited about.

oh god how long we got? LMAO

i've been posting lately about The Art of Queen Sacrifice, my upcoming Doffy/OC fic...it takes place in an AU setting that's more in line with a historical pirate setting, with no Devil Fruit powers, and i'm really eager to show it to you all....OBLIGATORY MOODBOARD REPOST:

i also have a ton of OCCULT PIECE stories to share...i have fics planned for Marco, Katakuri, Shanks, Mihawk, Pedro, Crocodile, Buggy, Sabo, and many more...i just love exploring the lore of that gigantic AU, and every story is a new opportunity to map out new connections and the history of the modern, urban fantasy AU setting

19. Do you prefer canon-compliant, AUs, or something in-between?

it's one or the other and NO in-between at all

i love writing canon compliant shit...There's Fire and The Grasp of Gilded Strings are both as canon compliant as they can be considering One Piece is unfinished, and i designed both stories to fit seamlessly with canon without disrupting it...i want them to read as additional side-stories that complement the canon, and for both of them, i'm achieved that (though of course future Smoker or Doffy developments during or post-Egghead, which is where we are now in canon, could derail my plans)

tbh, setting things post-canon for complete series is my overall preference when remaining canon compliant...canon can never "unmake" anything i write when the series is complete, and i used to write exclusively for completed series before falling in love with One Piece

on the opposite side of the spectrum, OCCULT PIECE is a clear indicator of how much i love completely AU settings...i love making my own playground within the bounds of fandom <3

21. Favorite pairing to write for? (platonic or romantic!)

i don't write pairings of canon characters, so OC/CC is my preferred pairing to write (and read)

25. Have you ever daydreamed about side adventures/spin-offs from your fic? Tell us about them!

SO MANY OMFGGGGGG

the entire OCCULT PIECE world is alive in my head and i daydream about it constantly...i think Sanji is at work in the Baratie restaurant in the OCCULT PIECE world and he occasionally serves meals to the couples in the OccP universe, so it's funny to think about him serving Zoro and the Witch on a date

i think about Rei and Kurama going dancing a lot...also i headcanon that she's the OC in The Hunt sometimes, and if that story is their married life, i can't help but think about what she and Kurama got up to on their honeymoon LMAOOOOOO...planning on writing that one down someday because it's gonna be 🔥

also i daydream the conclusions of There's Fire, Beyond the Fracture and Gilded ALL THE TIME, i've basically lived out those stories a million times already LMAO

FIND THE "35 Questions for Fanfiction Writers" LIST HERE

[mirjam-writes]

It's been a wild ride!

This week I'll start posting the final part of Be Still My Soul, my Good Omens Human AU that's set in Finnish history. It has been my first longfic, a trilogy with over 150k words combined. It's my baby, it has taught me so much, and brought me so many friends in the fandom. In the spring 2018 I participated in a live action roleplay series about the Finnish civil war, and dove deep into the research hell while preparing my character. I felt I wanted to write a story set to that period, and started plotting a Sherlock AU (my main fandom at the time). It didn’t quite fit, so I forgot about it for a while. 

In 2020 I read a book called Good Omens, and realised there is a TV series. I fell head-first into fandom hell. 

In summer 2021 I remembered the old story idea, and realised Aziraphale and Crowley fit to the narrative of opposite sides perfectly. During one long car drive I plotted the first outline for this story (mostly what would later become part 3). 

September 2021 I started writing. I decided to call Azirafel’s horse Milto, in the memory of a horse I knew in real life, who had just died. 

January 2022 I asked HKBlack to beta for me. I had the first story arc almost done (we didn’t call it a trilogy at that point), and told her the whole story would be 15 chapters long. Now, 32 chapters later, she will tease me about it forever. We become friends on the way! My writing was super clumsy back then, and she did a lot of work teaching me better English!

May 2022 I started posting the first part, and finished by Midsummer. 

October 2022 I started posting part 2 and finished by Christmas. That was the part that exploded the most, it was supposed to be five chapters long, and ended up being 14 because I severely miscalculated how much more historical context I needed to write in for an audience that isn’t Finnish.

In July 2023 (this week!!) I’ll start posting this final part—the story that I originally outlined on a piece of paper in a car two years ago. 

It feels unreal. Thank you for following my journey 🧡

[idridian]

M, T and H for the fanfic asks? c:

thank you kindly hehe <3

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

i'm going to go out on a limb and assume that you're mostly interested in death note things here? ;) please note that 'on the back burner' in my case means that i lost interest at some point and it's now up to random chance whether i ever regain it lmao, so don't get excited for any of these (anytime soon)

half-written fic i abandoned halfway through in which watari builds a machine to satisfy L's sexual needs, because i saw the human washing machine and thought "what if that, but horny?"

snippets of a fic where watari is a vampire and L is his primary, unwilling source of nourishment

another entry to the spoiled monster spinoff series, in the extremely early planning stages (aka i don't even have an outline, only a few vibes-based ideas for moments/scenes and background info jotted down)

for non-dn stuff:

i'm desperately trying to convince my brain to cooperate with me to write more rpf, of the heterosexual variety this time. this one has the highest chance of getting done; i just need to get in the mood

i was going to write incest fic for "shadow of a doubt" and then i immediately got really distracted by a lot of other things. don't have a strong concept yet, but once i do... well, i just might

there are many more fics in various states of incompleteness hanging around my online workspace, but none of them are for fandoms i'm obsessed with currently, so they're very, very low on the list of priorities. like i said, it's random chance >>;

T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?

i tend to avoid second-hand embarrassment and contrived misunderstandings plot lines because i find the former mortifying and the latter obnoxious. i also don't really read most popular AU settings (coffee shops, high schools, historical, etc) and crossovers, but it's less of a 'can't stand' those situation and more that they don't really interest me. i prefer to play with my dolls in their original settings. mostly. sometimes i will drop a gay astronaut into fnaf, but that's a rare exception lol

there's also a smattering of kinks i don't read because they don't appeal to me, but i'm not going to go out of my way to list them here publicly. ain't nobody's business :P

H: How would you describe your style?

a grainy black and white picture of all my favourite authors (fic or otherwise) stacked on top of each other wearing a trenchcoat, painted over with leftover watercolours from third grade which somehow managed to survive in the back of one of my desk drawers this entire time and which i'm too sentimental to throw out

...that is to say, 'an amalgamation of everything i've interacted with in my life time'

[direwombat]

problem: i really want to write the viking au because i desperately want to try my hand at writing in a much more historical voice but also i don't want to commit to another multichap longfic (which is what my outline for the fic is turning into) so...

*implied that i'll also post on tumblr

[laufire]

writing woes: may

in general

I decided that this month I needed take a break from my current stories and set those aside for a bit. Instead, I did quite a bit of outlining for longer, future (hopefully mid-long term) projects, often accompanied by writing a bit of them as well. I haven't decided yet but I might end up sharing some excerpts, beginning this month, as part of WIP Wednesday or what have you. Just Because.

original fiction

I mostly did some outlining for "The Leech of Wonderland" (a dark spin on historical and paranormal romance told in epistolary form), and for "Chasing Fanny" (toxic yuri love triangle between a private dick with some medium talents, the femme fatale who once seduced her and betrayed her, and a sob sister with journalistic aspirations who becomes interested in their stories, set in the late 30s). I intend for them to be, respectively, my July Camp Nano and my NaNoWriMo projects. They both used to belong to a larger universe, but I decided they worked best as independent stories. Ideally I'd want to keep them short-ish, but I fear the first one might get away from me if I'm not careful lol.

I also pondered a lot over "The Redstart's Ledger", a longer original series. It tells the story of Latoya and her band of misfits, who I've mentioned before. I've decided the first installment will be my 2025 project, once I'm done with the first draft of "Underground Elysium" (whose first act is done! Now the other four, starting this month).

fanfic

I was kind of all over the place on this front lol. I made a lot of additions to my outline files for plenty of WIPs, mainly the Jason Survives AU series, but also my Damibats future fic, the Jaytim ghost story, and the Jason & Dick Prison Break not-an-AU.

I also wrote scenes here and there for the amnesiac!Jason WIP and even had the sudden impulse to touch some old, semi abandoned projects (one about Natasha Stark, the genderswapped version of Tony Stark from Earth-3490; another about the Wayward Sisters, mainly focused on Claire and Bela; and at last, my vampire!John Silver idea). It was fun to switch things up.

For this month... I have a few complications this upcoming week in my personal life, so I'm going to keep it lowkey by focusing on the kissing prompts in my inbox. After that, business as usual: the young justice cartoon wip, Underground Elysium's next act, and maybe one wild-card if I have the time.

[displayheartcode]

2022 wrapped

tagged by @ginwiz! hi, hannah!

tagging @ginisbetterthanfirewhiskey, @corneliaavenue, @takearisk-ao3, @sweeethinny  and to anyone who wants to be proud of their accomplishments!

Post the top 5 works you're most proud of that you released in 2022 (not necessarily your most popular)

no strange land (a marvellous light, robin/edwin) – I am very proud to say that I was the first person to post a fic on ao3 for this series.

on the other side of the door (harry potter, harry/ginny) – Another fun exploration with a Gender AU, but this time I focused more on the shared trauma. What does it mean to like a person who has shared a piece of a monster's soul, how much flower and sunlight imagery can I cram into each 100-word segment, etc.

heart, i implore you (the scholomance) – While I didn't love, love the trilogy, I was fascinated by El's moral fiber as a protagonist. So, why not put her in some AUs where she considered taking the low road, especially to save her mum?

the earth remembers its own name (percy jackson and the olympians) – The idea came to me when I was listening to the musical soundtrack. It was suddenly 2007 again and I was fascinated about a girl who was turned into a pine tree. Something I was satisfied about writing was each liminal dream.

never say there is only death for you (moon knight) – I had so much fun with my references when I wrote this. I had an old haggadah out so that I could properly quote the folk song for the title, web pages about Sephardic herbalism, a highlighted copy of my old prayer book from Hebrew School... I originally found the lullaby La Moza y El Huerco as the epigraph for Ninth House, but a cousin's grandma (she speaks Ladino!) showed me the melody years back. That being said, please never ask me to transliterate anything from liturgical Hebrew. It wasn't worth the headache.

your top 4 current WIPs that you're excited to release in the new year

no gods stronger than death (the old guard) – I have the outline from a Big Bang event that I never had time to join. Historical urban fantasy! A cursed family mansion! Murder!

keep you like an oath (harry potter, harry/ginny) – This rewrite haunts me.

untitled hp fic (harry potter) – This is the angst fic :-D It's different from my usual stuff, but the planning is fuuuuuun!

all flowers in time bend towards the sun (there is someone for you) (harry potter, harry/ginny) – I won't lie that this Practical Magic AU is mainly in the works because I love the title.

do i have a fifth? idk

your top 3 biggest improvements in your writing over the past year

I branched out more!

Took the time and gave myself breaks to not write but to also focus on my original stuff!

Reminded myself to have fun!

your top 2 resolutions (ways you wish to improve your writing/blog) for the new year

Write longer fics! Drabbles are near and dear to my heart, but sometimes I want to take the time to write something much longer.

Branch out to more AUs. Write something full-fledged instead of a series of snapshots.

and your number 1 favorite line you've written this year

It's actually from an unfinished nanowrio project!

thank you!

[quaranmine]

i was going to make a post like "shoutout to my wips that probably won't get posted in 2022" but instead here's my current projects:

i'll be waiting here til the stars fall out of the sky: OKAY. I DO PLAN TO POST CHAPTER ONE BEFORE CHRISTMAS. so it will make it by the end of 2022, but it's obivously my biggest and longest running project. it's currently 25k with 5 chapters, since i'm trying to write 5k per chapter. it might go all the way to 17 chapters with my outline.

for those who somehow don't know its plot, it is a massive fanfic picking up at the end of htbahb and S8, dealing with the concept of trying to reunite all the hermits after they scattered before the moon fell. the main povs are grian (boatem group) and ren (rendoc group) with some recurring side povs from people like false. it is also a long-form look at trauma, grief, friendship, and letting other people help you

a fic variously known as "the heart is just another organ" and "that's alright, i'll just find a way to bite": this is a 7.7k watcher grian wip that is a) a different interpretation of him being a watcher than i normally use and b) supposed to overall deal with grian's like....tendency to kill everyone he cares about in the traffic series. like. grian is NOT a great guy in any of the games, but i dont think he's a bad person overall, but he's also very murderous and???? IDK! it's just interesting. he can be so violent and cruel, but also not, but also he didn't have a choice in some of this, but also he DID have a choice for a lot of it, and it's just...complicated.

this fic is also variously devastating in several ways, contains some of my favorite descriptions i've written, and i definitely plan to eventually finish it however it looks like i might not make it before we get the 4th life series lol. i wrote 7.7k words and i have not made it out of S6, let alone to 3rd life whoops. im chewing on the grian in this fic hes soooo

tumble town gothic: i think at this point that might actually be the title. i explained this concept in discord and people were like "wtnv vibes". i used the "gothic" part based on those posts that people would write (in turn referencing southern gothic style.) basically there is an eldritch Creature that lives in tumble town, that the town has learned to live around (it would be hostile to them, but they respect it. that's what tumble town is built on, right? respect.) and jimmy basically tries to bait it into killing joel LOL. i like this one because a) it's fun to worldbuild for a western town b) it's fun to write jimmy and joel being variously awful to each other and c) mild horror concepts.

the moon, and other misbehaving celestial entities: THE FAMED HITCHIKER'S AU! god i love this fic so much. im probably biased because it's my own writing but i think it's hysterical. this idea came to me when i had a hgttg Moment rereading the book and was like hey. the two things that hermitcraft season 8 and hgttg have in common is that earth get destroyed in both of them! and from that the fic was born. it's about 5k words so far, but very early into it.

grian and pearl are both siblings in this fic, and also aliens. and also kind of from the future but they failed to get back to their own time period and decided hermitcraft was nice so it's whatever. pearl was an architect, and grian got a job with the Guide in the time traveling divison. because, of course, the best way to ensure their publication is historically correct is to have their reasearchers visit other time periods! grian got lazy and did all his research on one planet on evo by manually shifting the time periods and the watchers got mad because he didn't have permits to do that :/ so he ran away but his space-time machine broke and stranded him in S6 of hermitcraft. pearl tried to follow but due to timey-wimey stuff didn't make it til S8. much like ford saves arthur in hgttg, the two of them save boatem at the last minute before the moon crashes. grian is confident they can go back and save all the hermits, because he has a time machine! except, ah, of course he doesn't have it anymore--

half of the plot is similar to the book, and the other half is totally divergent. there's not really any 1:1 characters so apologies, we have no zaphod or trillian or marvin characters. (that said, i have to somehow manage to fit zedaph in this fic just for the sole reason that his entire YT-online persona name is inspired by hgttg) this fic also ended up being so doctor who-core with the inclusion of time travel that it's almost a crossover of that too LOL

various lonesome dreams-verse fics: i have one 1k wip of a story about jimmy + chronic pain, under the idea that his listener powers of destruction often affect him too. because as someone with an autoimmune disease it's a very familiar concept... i also have a wip from double life about the similarities between the whole listener idea and the wardens/deep dark. i also have a long-term goal to write a story where they break OUT of this cycle of death games and that jimmy is key in it. none of these are particularly finished

my goal for 2023 is to finish the top four because i'm very attached to all of them as concepts!!!

[ourdramaqueen]

7, 10, 17, 29 for the writers ask! 🖤🖤

Well that was fast, @realmermaid333! Oh boy, let's see if I can answer all of these...

7. How many ideas for fics do you have right now?

That's a bit difficult to answer! So outside of The Sexual Education of Wednesday Addams series (a.k.a. PT verse), I currently have 6 fics that have rough outlines, two of which are based on Kinktober promtps I didn't have time to write, but I like the ideas a lot so I want to write them eventually. Then there's a doc where I've dumped random ideas or prompts in, but which are less likely to see the light of day. And of course then there's TSEoWA/PT verse, where I have two stories in active development (i.e. partially written and published), and I'm currently working on researching/plotting out the future of the verse, with the number of potential fics being... well, only limited by my interest and capacity to write, really. So there's a lot!

Then there's several ideas for The Boys (including the one fic that I still need to finish from when I got sidetracked by Wednesday), and for Frodo/Éomer and one for Éomer/Lothíriel (Prince Imrahil's daughter, whom Éomer married in the first year of the Fourth Age (IIRC), according to the LotR appendices) which are in various stages of writing but I got stuck on...)

10. Is there a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

I certainly did not expect Private Tutor to blow up the way it did! I generally try not to put any expectations on my fics, because it's impossible to tell how any one of them will be received.

17. What's something you've learned about while doing research for a fic?

Oh my gosh.

So much in depth anatomy (and not just sex related) while writing Private Tutor. Like I didn't know that the space in your vagina (and other tubular structures in your body) is called a lumen.

A lot about Anglo-Saxons and their lives, Old English, and horses when I wrote (You Get Me) Closer, my longest Frodo/Éomer LotR fic.

Flower language when I wrote How do I passive-agressively say ‘fuck you’ in flower? (Butcher/Hughie, The Boys).

A bit about the porn industry and the reality of porn shoots when I wrote Kinktober Day 21: Pornography (The Boys, Butcher/Hughie, Becca/Butcher)

A lot about US high schools, International Baccalaureate schools, and various areas in Brooklyn, Queens, and Long Island, NY as well as details about public transport (or lack thereof) in those areas for Line Without a Hook (a Butcher/Hughie high school AU I cowrote, and which was my most popular fic previous to Private Tutor).

Lots about royal titles (concentrating on the British system) and how to properly address each of the nobility for How The Honourable Hughie Campbell, son of The Right Honourable The Viscount Inwood, Was Promised to His Grace the Duke of Voughtland, But Instead Became the Bondmate of The Right Honourable The Lord Flatbush (a Butcher/Hughie pseudo-historical Omegaverse AU for The Boys).

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

Hmm... I am never certain that I will never post a fic that's a long-term WIP, and I don't have any wholesale cut scenes really - usually they just get heavily rewritten, and I don't keep the old version. Fic idea that I don't plan on getting to... Oh I recently had this one, based on the news that Hunter will participate in the poker tournament Bryan Cranston is organizing to benefit the Entertainment Community Fund: Maybe Tyler has a secret weekly poker night with various individuals who you'd never think would hang out together. Old Mrs. Johnson who's a sweet old lady with one of those pocket sized dogs, but absolutely cutthroat when it comes to poker. Connie from Uriah's Heap. Various other odd people. He's the only teenager in the group, and it might have been his boss from the Weathervane who thought he had potential because he's by far the best at covering up his irritation with customers.

If anyone wants to adopt this plot bunny, please do! I would be useless at it because I know nothing about poker.

Oops, that ended up a little more elaborate than planned! I hope it was interesting, @realmermaid333! 😘

[glystenangel]

Better in Love

Bodyguard!Toji x Brat&Afab!Reader (Historical AU)

Series Summary: you're the daughter of a feudal lord, and Toji becomes your bodyguard. then, you fall in love

Chapters: 4/5

Chapter Summary: you catch up to toji

Status: Completed

Tags/Warnings: 18+ MDNI, airport chase scene but a ferry instead, straight up sex lmao, like oral sex (f and m receiving), multiple orgasms, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, dom/sub, praise/slight degrading kink, one mention of cervix f*cking, dacryphilia, dirty talk, pet names, begging, toji likes talking to the kitty okay, he also gets pussydrunk!, dumbification

~4k

thanks for reading and enjoy<3

Ch. 4 - Together

The local villagers were just starting their day, the sun kissing the tiled rooftops and anything below still tinted blue with fog, as if the night was clinging onto the day’s heels.

You had scoured the crowd for a familiar, bulky form as you ran among the townspeople. For miles, you had no luck, but continued running until you were outracing the misty outline of the ferry coasting along the shore and heading towards the docks.

At first, you thought your eyes had betrayed you, but you finally made out the sight of Toji with a bag of his personal belongings slung across his back and patiently standing among other hopeful ferry passengers.

He sensed your stare before you could even call out his name, readily catching you once you pushed past the others waiting for the ferry. You wrapped your hands around his neck, immensely grateful that you had caught him in time.

“What the fuck- What are you doing here?” Toji loudly exclaimed, setting you down and grasping one of your heaving shoulders with his hand.

You failed to respond, far too winded and emotional to do anything but gulp in deep inhales of air.

“For God’s sake.” He griped, staring up at the sky as if he was at a total loss of what to do with you.

Toji pulled you aside, sheltering you from curious onlookers and moving his hand to pinch your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, “Are you hurt? What’s wrong?”

You shook your head, but tears pooled your vision. He swore as you began to tremble, and the affection you held for him flooded your chest as he fussed over you despite being prepared to leave you from the very port you were both standing on.

“Please stay.” The short, helpless plea was all you could muster.

“Doll, I can’t.” Toji curled a strand of hair behind your ear with a defeated sigh.

“Yes, you can.” You wrapped your arms around his torso, knowing you were being ridiculous as you stared up at him with resolve. 

He hesitated for a moment, and you found yourself snapping.

“If you’re going to leave, don’t be a fucking coward and leave without telling me. Maybe I’m not your favorite right now because of all the shit I pulled recently, but I at least deserve a goodbye! I guess I shouldn’t even be surprised. You always have to have the last word, don’t you? You piece of shit!”

Your fiery outbursts made his scowl deepen with every syllable, and he groaned with irritation before locking eyes with you.

“You are such a fucking brat. You know what your problem is? You don’t give a damn about what anybody else has to say, even if it’s what’s good for you. You’re rash, and you’re selfish. Why do I even love you?”

You froze, “What?”

Toji clenched his jaw, sliding your arms off of his body and trying to step away from you.

“Go home, please. I won’t be able to leave if you keep popping up. I mean it, you’re getting married.”

“I don’t care! I’m not going home…and I love you too.” The stubborn admission lingered in the air for a moment, and Toji walked to the edge of the dock before retracing his steps back to you. You steadily held your stance, watching the internal battle in his eyes. 

“Fuck. Fuck!”

The next thing you knew, his hand was wrapped around your throat and his lips were passionately crushed against yours.

Your entire body rushed with adrenaline, and you all but melted when he tenderly slid his hand to the back of your head. Time seemed to slow, and your hands moved to cradle his face. The coarse feel of his scarred lips against your plush ones was extraordinarily addicting, and you were certain your heart would give out when Toji pulled back and licked his lips, as if he wanted to savor how good your kiss had tasted. He sank his forehead into your shoulder with a desolate sigh, his lips brushing loosely against your neck and sending shivers through your spine. You encased him in your arms, feeling the vague sensation of the corner of his mouth tugging upwards against your skin.

“Fine. You win.”

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The ferry departed without Toji, and stunned bystanders stared after you two. Not because of the ruckus you had caused, but due to Toji’s insistence on carrying you the rest of the way home. He hoisted you to his side, his muscular arm securing you in place and your head resting at the nape of his neck.

“I can walk.” Warmth surged into your cheeks and up the tips of your ears.

“You ought to be grateful, princess. Your little stunt worked, and now I’m carrying you. Unless you want me to catch the next ferry?” He inquired, turning to look at you.

You immediately shut your mouth and shook your head, hugging his neck and burying your face into it.

The rich sound of his laugh resounded against your ear, “Thought so.”

He adjusted his grip on you, and the feeling of his palm against your thigh made you bite your lip. Every shuffle of your body against his as he walked enticed you, and you couldn’t complain about being able to freely admire the attractive features of the fearsome swordsman.

“You’re staring.” Toji said, keeping his eyes focused on the path.

“I’m just so happy.” It was the truth, you couldn’t focus on anything or anyone else. The inability to stop touching him was majorly present as well. You fondly combed your fingers through his hair, pecking joyful kisses along his jaw and by his ear. 

“Calm down.” He warned unconvincingly, his fingers making indents into your soft form.

“I can’t. You’re so handsome.” The sincere compliment was paired with a dreamy sigh and more enthused kisses.

“God, woman.”

In spite of his annoyed tone, a smile broke across his features before he swiftly pushed the side of his head against yours in an attempt to distract you.

It didn’t work, and you happily nuzzled back into his collarbone.

“Do you not like my kisses?”

“What kind of question is that?” 

You grinned at his gruff reply, tracing a line down the center of his throat with a finger.

“I wonder what your favorite place to be kissed is.”

He stopped in his tracks, “You’re going to get yourself in trouble.”

“Maybe I’d like to be in trouble with you.” You whispered, pressing your lips to his neck as proof.

He swallowed thickly, and you could hear the raspy want in his voice as he gripped you more solidly.

“Let’s find a hotel, yeah?”

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As soon as you had gotten into the hotel room, Toji and you reiterated your feelings for each other in frantic kisses and touches until you fell onto the bed. The futon was plush with a thick comforter, and Toji’s back nestled into the blanket while you sat on top of him to deliver hurried kisses along his neck. You slid his dressings and upper garments off, admiring the strength and tone of his bare chest.

“You never told me what happened to your arm.” You gingerly traced over the remains of his shoulder, and he let out a snide chuckle.

“It was just some guy I got in a fight with.” He cupped your cheek, bringing you down to press your forehead against his, “I’ll tell you all about it, after I give you all the trouble you’ve been wanting.”

Toji crushed your lips together, and you could hardly breathe from the intensity. You had messed around with some suitors and servants before, but this was undoubtedly different, heartfelt yet passionate. He chased your every inhale with his tongue, clutching his hand around the back of your neck as you grinded against his lap. You went back and forth over the tented fabric between his legs, agonizing over how hard he was already. Fluid seeped onto the front of his pants, staining them with an imprint of your mutual neediness.

“Hey, come here.” Toji panted, moving his hand down and tugging at your hip.

“What?” You drew back, and he repeated the request.

“Just come here, sit on my face.”

Your face heated at his lewd suggestion, but you crawled closer. Toji’s hand squeezed at your ass until you were hovering over his lips, and you lifted up your dress for him to take in the sight of your throbbing folds sheened with precum. He licked his lips before kissing your inner thighs, and you shivered in anticipation.

“You’re so wet. Ready for me to taste, aren’t you?” He looked up at you, eyes clouding with want and making another wave of slickness seep out of your untouched pussy.

“Sit. All the way.” Toji grunted, and he securely wrapped his hand around your thigh.

You fully sat, letting out a whimper when you felt the searing protrusion of Toji’s eager tongue. Your whole body tingled as he began licking at your core with growing enthusiasm, and moans started spilling out of your mouth from the rough surface of his tongue attentively exploring your sopping walls. He tipped his head to the side, lightly biting your clit between his teeth, as if he truly wanted to eat you before thinking better of it and cushioning the callous graze with a sloppy press of his tongue. The severe contrast had you flinching against his mouth.

“Ah, Toji! Mmh!”

A languid stroke of his tongue made you buck into his face, and he let out muffled sounds of satisfaction as he pressed you down further. Fuzzy sensations seeped across your mind, and your hips stuttered as you tried to mash yourself faster on his tongue. 

“S-so fucking good. I’m shaking.” You squeezed your thighs together, savoring the way his tongue had to thrash itself more forcefully into your dripping pussy from the clenching of your tremulous thighs.

His every motion was practiced and thorough, and he paid close attention to how you whined at him wetly lapping at your clit. You reached back and ran a couple fingers over his throat, bouncing harder on his face whenever you felt him swallow another mouthful of you. Your orgasm was growing as he swirled his expert tongue between your legs, and you threw your head back at the sheer bliss igniting your system as he ate you into oblivion. 

You messily rode his tongue with nothing but your wanton pleasure in mind, pulling on his hair with reckless need. He fervently sucked and licked at your delicate seams, molding his lips around your sensitive nub until your orgasm compelled you to aggressively wind your hips down into his face.

Once he seemed sated by your cum on his tongue, you lifted your hips from his mouth and he looked up at you with hazy curiosity.

You crouched down and started kissing a line down from his collarbone to his hip bone, taking care to be extra gentle on the thick, purplish scarring at his side. He had a happy trail with coarse hair, and the sight of it leading lower into his pants gave you the urge to lick at the skin of his stomach. You wet the thick hairs and defined abs with your tongue, bringing curses to Toji’s lips as you drew figure eights on his lower abdomen. Lifting your chin, you could feel his hardon poking against his pants and towards your throat.

As your hands started hastily untying the fabric around his waist, he raised his head to watch you push aside the fabric and gasp at his giant cock springing forward. The entire length was stiff and the head was swollen, feverishly pulsing with the dewy shine of precum and aching for your attention.

An unsure puff of breath left your hips, fanning the head of his cock and making him shiver as you met his eyes, “Can I touch it please?”

“Go ahead, princess. It’s all yours.”

At his encouraging words, you carefully fisted a hand around his cock. Your fingers couldn’t even touch your thumb due to his heavy thickness. Not knowing how sensitive he was, you squeezed it with minimal pressure, but noticed the tip excitedly oozed a fat, new droplet of precum anyway. 

His head dropped back as you worked your hand over his dick and the squishy swell of his balls, watching the skin stretch and the veiny sides quiver from your careful fondling. He was so big that you had to use both hands, bringing the flat of your palm to smear the precum around his flushed tip. Toji seemed to be doing his best to be patient, but when you gave the head of his cock a tentative kitten lick, he let out a groan and grabbed a handful of your hair.

You paid no mind to the pressure of his hand, kissing along his entire length before slowly running your tongue up from the base and sucking hard at the precum seeping from the tip. You let your lips pop as you unwrapped them from the swollen area, staring up at the lustful expression on Toji’s face as a string of drool connected your bottom lip to his boner. Then, you followed the thread until the top of your tongue met the underside of his cock again, sliding as much as possible into your mouth and hollowing your cheeks. 

“Fuck, I love that look in your eye.” He yanked at your hair, the motion pleasurably stinging as you bobbed your head on his cock more devotedly. 

The back of your throat was beginning to receive bruising force, and you gagged on every ridge bumping against the sides of your throat. The extra spit only served to lubricate the motions of his cock, and you could feel Toji bulging against your neck as tears streamed down your face.

“Your throat’s so tight, can’t wait to see how it compares to between your thighs.” He crouched over and dragged his hand down to your neck, rubbing a thumb over where your neck swelled with his unwieldy cockhead.

Muffled moans left you as you picked up the pace, reinvigorated by the thought of Toji’s dick stretching out your cunt until he filled you to the brim with his seed.

“Holy shit, did that motivate you? Want your sweet little pussy fucked by me already?” He gave you an adoring look, lifting his hips and a wild look of satisfaction spreading across his face.

You hummed a curt response, circling your tongue around the tip of his cock and continuing to obediently guide it down your throat. At this point, frothy spit was leaking from the sides of your mouth and your eyelashes were thoroughly dampened.

“So good.” He drawled out, the rhythm of your efforts making his eyes glaze over and strained noises leaving him. His hips met every greedy gulp of your throat, and he fucked your face more urgently with every passing second.

A louder, far less restrained groan escaped his lips and a sinful sense of triumph filled you as his cum hotly coated the sides of your throat. You dutifully swallowed every drop, and Toji was breathing hard by the time he collected himself enough to lift you to his lips and give you a grateful kiss.

Your sore lips were pliant to the earnest swipes of his tongue, and your lashes fluttered when he mercifully broke away after placing a final, brief peck on your mouth.

“Hm, looks like we both taste good, don’t we?”

At that, you pulled him into another kiss, soreness be damned.

He sat up and easily hauled you into his lap with one hand, and you molded yourself around his well built stature, wrapping your legs around his lean torso and intertwining your arms around his neck. As you whimpered into his mouth, he knelt down with care before hungrily pressing you into the futon.

The feathery blankets surrounded you, and Toji pried off the fabric restricting your bare skin from his view. 

To your surprise, he paused to trace his fingertips along the smooth skin of your body, green eyes mesmerized by every dip and tempting curve willingly exposed for his loving attention.

“Gorgeous.” He reverently mumbled, and your heart squeezed at the genuity in his compliment.

Still, you couldn’t help but tease him.

“I’m sorry, what was that? Louder, please.”

Toji glanced at you with a knowing smirk as he slotted himself between your legs and draped your thighs on either side of his hips, “I said I’m gonna fuck you senseless.”

“Liar.” You claimed, though you felt your pussy throb more ardently at his words. His hardness had returned, the milky sheen of your spit and his cum lightly glistening on its surface. 

“We’ll see about that.” He pulled your waist closer, and you involuntarily bucked your hips when he started slapping his rigid girth against your slick heat.

You emitted a wanton cry, and he darkly stared down at your vulnerable expression.

“I think I’ve been a little too nice to you.”

Without further warning, he began to slide his impressive length into your pussy, and the sting from just the inflamed head was so sharp you let out a cry accompanied by fresh tears filling your eyes. He moved closer still, letting your walls suck at half of his girth until you could fully take him and your tears spilled onto your cheeks, hot and salty.

“Do me a favor and cry some more, will you?” Merciless pounds slammed into you with increasing brutality as he grasped your hip and rose higher on his knees, “You look prettier when you cry.”

Your legs instinctively locked behind his knees, and he swore watching you fist at the sheets above your head. Every time the angry head of his cock nearly slipped out of your entrance, you fiercely pushed your hips closer to catch it again. Your pussy was so exasperatedly drenched that wet slaps obscenely resonated from your colliding bodies. Freckles of each other’s excitement splattered messily against your thighs, white dots decorating your stomach and Toji’s tan abs.

“This loud enough for you now?” He mocked, fastening his pace and making you twitch uncontrollably due to the incredible stimulation.

“H-hah, nng T-Toji. Please!” You squeaked, fixing your vision on his massive cock charging into your eager cunt. Your walls readily enclosed every stiff stroke, licking at his hardness just as you had been earlier with your tongue. The rocking of your hips into his made chills race up your spine, and you could feel any remaining sense you had surely replaced with the intoxicating sensation of becoming cockdumb for Toji.

“So obedient now that you’re stuffed with my cock, huh?” He slowed down, plugging your walls so tightly that your tongue lolled out with sick joy.

“Mhm, I’ll do anything. Please, Toji, fuck me some more? Please?” You reached for him, but he ignored your pleas, pinning your wrists above your head to watch you fail to sink more of his heavy cock inside of you.

He guided his cock out until your pussy was clenching uselessly around air, and he allowed the tip to teasingly prod at your hungry entrance.

“You gotta say thank you first princess. I’m already working so hard, don’t you think?”

The gratitude spilled out of your mouth without another thought, “Thank you Toji, thank you so so much. Thank you for spoiling my needy little cunt, want your big cock fucking me so bad.”

His eyes filled with lusty mirth at your thankfulness, and he rammed back into your dripping hole.

“Good girl. Keep it up, yeah?”

Every slap drew polite and breathy thank yous from your lips.

“Thank you, thank you. Mm, thank you. Oh-Ah! T-thank you, Toji.”

“The sweetest darling, just for me.” Toji wolfishly grinned, and you trembled with pleasure as he continued harshly rutting into you. You could feel your wetness sloshing around his cock, and your hips almost wanted to retreat from the overwhelming advances of his hips. He didn’t allow you to run though, unrelentingly demolishing your tender pussy while holding your watery eyes captive in the devilish green of his own.

A scream left you as spasms erupted from your center, forcing your eyes to roll back and jolts of bliss to wrack your body. Warm dribbles of cum coated Toji’s rigid cock, and he let go of your wrists to watch you quiver and moan under him.

Once you could breathe and properly see again, he pulled out and straightened to nudge his hand beneath one of your thighs.

“I think we can do better than that.”

Before you could question it, he effortlessly folded you so that your knees were pressed to the sides of your head and your legs were spread wide to expose your leaking pussy. He helped you wrap shaky hands around your ankles, and then looked at you approvingly.

“Say please when you’re ready.”

Toji kneeled above you, hand resting against the bottom of your thigh, and his cock hovering inches away from your painfully empty core. The grooves of muscle reaching up from his hips and abs outlined his cutting figure with precision, and the sight from below was enough to drive you wild.

You couldn’t wait for even a second, “Please.”

The reentry of his girthy cock was more careful than the first, but he began hammering into you even more viciously than before. The new position allowed him to go much, much deeper, and irresistible orgasms ripped through your body until you were incoherent and deliriously accepting every mind numbing thrust against your cervix. The back of your scalp buzzed with sinful delight, and the motion of his hips jut into you more and more sporadically.

“Fuck, you are addicting. Gotta keep fucking you.” Unruly, whiny pants left him as he madly drove his cock into you.

You shuddered at his words, your heels digging into his back as he brokenly continued.

“Can’t believe I was gonna give this up. Too fuckin’ good. Don’t wanna stop. Shit - God, I love this pussy.”

“Toji.” You couldn’t take hearing his filthy thoughts, your pussy contracting further at his claims.

“Oh, looks like she loves me too, huh? Yeah? You love me, don’t you?” The tone he used towards your pussy was condescendingly direct, as if he were talking to a dog, and his eyes were mesmerized by the sight of his monstrous cock bullying your insides until your cum foamed around the pulsating veins.

You couldn’t take it, shrieking as you came for another countless time. As your vision clouded with ecstasy, Toji followed closely, releasing a satisfied groan as he came into your overstimulated pussy. Sweat sheened his forehead as he caught his breath, and you squeezed around his spent cock until you were sure every hot drop of his cum had painted your insides white. An exhausted wince passed your lips as he pulled out and manhandled you into a sitting position.

He kissed you, sweet nothings faintly recognizable on the skin of your cheeks and neck as he peppered you with loving touches.

“The fucking best. I love you so much.” His hand came to wrap around your waist, and you leaned into his chest with appreciation.

“I love you too.”

You reciprocated his affections, though weakly, and he noticed your gaze drift down to the damp spot of cum your pussy was staining the sheets with.

“Here, I’ll clean you up.” He began to offer, but you shook your head.

You dazedly pushed down on your stomach, watching your meshed juices seep out of your pussy in awe and dipping a finger between your folds to drizzle the creamy mix of fluid onto your tongue.

As you ran your tongue over the remaining stickiness along your finger, you inadvertently made eye contact with Toji. His eyes narrowed, and he swiftly grabbed your wrist with a commanding voice.

“Lay back down.”

Want punctuated every word, and you kissed the space between his knuckles before lifting your head to deposit a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth. 

“Make me.”

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End Notes:

dudes this is twice the length of the other chapters ygrfuhkdjs honestly i could've split it in two but i DIDN'T FEEL LIKE IT LOL

hope yall enjoyed ;) next chapter is the end</3

tag list: @brumous11

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[cadriona]

WIPs and Bunnies

Came back to edit this post a bit, so here’s the ao3 account and below are the current ongoing fics and potential fic ideas I guess? might make a complete fic collection under a line break idk

Current Ongoing Fics(?):

Mora for a myth (complete)

potential mora snippet/oneshots (kokomi chapter)

atla x genshin cross: beidou, ningguang, keqing, and yelan yeeted into atla via reincarnation (book 3).

feral!beidou au: baby beidou is adopted by haishan and co., there are consequences (assumed longfic, currently has like 700 words to its name and im actually going to make an outline for it) (progress since last update: nil)

Amnesia au

superhero/vigilante au (ongoing)

anni video inspired au

...trigun stampede ep12 canon divergence amnesia fic (chap 1/5?)

mermay beiguang! i blame the vashwood big bang server (affectionate)

Plot Bunnies (the list that I look at and cry):

arcane x genshin: beiguang gets yeeted into runeterra 2 years pre plot and accidentally adopts most of the main cast (longfic?) idea yeeted

Yeet Liyue cast into Marvel via reincarnation and watch the fires as they give fury an aneurysm

at most would be series of tumblr posts??

tokyo ghoul au?? also beiguang, see post here

idea yeeted to plot bunny graveyard

...beiguang witcher au (probably yeeted, because i am a petty person ig)

miscellaneous crack fics that spawn willy-nilly

EDITED: JUNE 30 AND IM DONE MY DEFENCEEEEE

Completed fics (see below the cut)

Beiguang fics:

mora for a myth

5 times ning saved beidou and the one time beidou returned the favor

Beiguang weiqi match in the forest

modern au chaos

fireman au crackfic

good omens au

mafia au

post ningguang dress reveal crackfic

crackfic (there are a lot of finches)

post jade chamber fall

vacation pre drinking event

beidou dies, ningguang suffers

sickfic! to fix the hurt no comfort of the prev fic aioehgaoie

dragon god beidou and human ning (...lemons)

soft morning after (unrelated to prev)

beiguang week fics as nicknamed by prompts

first time (lemon)

moonlight (werewolves and midautumn)

dragon and phoenix (set post mora for a myth)

vacation (post bartending event)

toys (LEMONS, also set in taro’s dragon god beidou au)

family (beidou meets ning’s parents)

hurt no comfort as inspired by yet another art by taro lmaoo

xianxia oneshot for the genshin femslash server zine

...sex pollen

soulmate (shared pain) au

spy x family au

possessive ning that can see an eldritch god au...?

Others:

mona/keqing wing au

mona/keqing historical fantasy

ATLA au where beiguang, yelan, and keqing are yeeted into the elemental nations

Eisara wings and healing

shenlan 3+1 meeting fic

yelan matchmaking beiguang

eisara modern semi-mafia au

guiping fic: a final melody (oh singer of the dust), much character death, much author’s misinterpretation of history

[feeshies]

Rating shirts i wore in middle school

1. National Sarcasm Society (like we need your support)

Awfully bold of me to wear a shirt about sarcasm when younger me had an even harder time detecting social cues.  Tbh I wasn’t even that sarcastic, but I wanted to be because all of the cool anime characters I liked were sarcastic loner types, but I was too much of a beta who depended on the approval of others to absorb their mannerisms into my personality.  Also this isn’t the exact shirt I had.  The one I did wear was beige and made out of the worst material.  It was this stiff, rough, burlap-like shit that was just a sensory nightmare to wear and it’s why I don’t have nipples anymore 3/10.

2. Careful [or] you'll end up in my novel

What novel?  No seriously, what novel were you working on?  Was it your alternate AU Naruto fanfiction which you posted on ff.net back in 2006 and never updated after the first two chapters?  Or was it your edgy short story series about a bunch of teens escaping a testing facility because you watched Elfen Lied and thought “this is the pinnacle of art”?  Because you didn’t finish that one either.  Your 7th grade math teacher isn’t shaking in her boots because you threatened to immortalize her in your novel, Dante. How about you finish the outline of one of your stories before you start throwing around empty threats.  0/10.

3. Black Death European Tour

I loved this shirt so much that I saw a picture of it online and I printed it out to show to my classmates during a presentation before I got the actual shirt.  I still think this slaps and I wear band shirts a lot anyway so it would fit in nicely with my current wardrobe.  And I was just about to order a new one (the original was lost) when I remembered “oh right.  we’re in an actual plague.  this might be in poor taste”.  The ones who suffered the most during this pandemic are those with historic plagues as their special interests.  8/10

4. The Coitus

This one is going to be a deep cut.  At age 12 I was at a music event and this local band (The Coitus.  Not Coitus.) was playing.  They’re like this experimental electronic band and I was getting big into The Avalanches at the time, so when I heard them this blew my goddamn mind.  I rushed over to buy a shirt.  They looked kinda hesitant to sell one to me, but they did so anyway.  My dad asked me if I knew what “coitus” meant and I said that I did because I didn’t want to look like an idiot who impulse-buys band merch without knowing better.  I didn’t know what “coitus” meant, but I wore a shirt with that word plastered on the front all summer and it made so many people uncomfortable 10/10

5. T-shirt from the Iowa Writer's Workshop

This is a placeholder image because I can’t find the graphic on the actual shirt.  But this was a shirt for a writer’s workshop in Iowa.  I’ve never been to this workshop.  I’ve never been to Iowa.  It was a gift from my grandma.  10/10

[oh-three]

7, 11, 17, 18, 34, 41, 58, 65, 78 and 94 for the ask game

7) Tell us about the plot of the first fanfic you ever wrote.

Oh god.

It was a Transformers fic, three chapters long, about Hubcap (red version) getting kidnapped by Decepticons then rescued by Blurr and Ironhide. It's actually pretty cringey, and I hate the dialogue so much. My writing has improve so much since then.

11) What’s something neat you’ve learned while doing research for something you were writing? Also, how much do you worry about doing research in general?

[TW- slavery]

I don't worry about research too much, unless it's like historical or medical stuff (occasional Wookieepedia use aside).

I did write a Pirates Of The Caribbean fic a year and a half (or two and a half years) ago, spent days researching slavery. I learned all kinds of stuff from that, stored it on a document for safekeeping. Have this on there:

Slaves were scrubbed and their wounds filled with hot tar before auction. The unsold and frail were often sold by scramble auctions, where after agreeing a flat rate, plantation owners would race to grab the best workforce.

17) What is your favorite line you’ve ever written?

I don't really memorize them, but whenever I look back on a fic and read one of them, I remember how much I love it. For the sake of saving time, here's one from A Hand In Refuge:

Because even though his master had discouraged the voicing of his opinion, the desire to share had lingered deep beneath his rigorous teachings, waiting oh-so-patiently to arise.

18) What is your most and least favorite part of writing?

My most favorite part of writing is watching it turn from outline material into fully fleshed out conversations and ideas. There's a certain magic to watching it happen, to comparing the two afterward.

My least favorite part is figuring out how to pick something up again from where I've left off. Really struggling to start the next chapter of my Cobb Vanth series at the moment. I know what I want to do, I just don't know how to execute it.

34) How do you name characters and places?

Honestly? I usually just run a name generator until I come upon one that just fits. Something that I like the sound of aesthetically, something that feels like it suits the personality of the character receiving the name.

41. What is the weirdest story idea you’ve ever had?

I'm part of a (now -inactive) Discord server with a few other Pirates Of The Caribbean writers. Went to a feed store one night, shared a few pictures of chicks staying warm.

That turned into me writing a story about Jack Sparrow smuggling a couple pocket-fulls of chicks onto the Black Pearl. It's the most random thing I've ever written, and I love it.

58) What is the last thing that a fic made you google when you were writing it?

"hyperspace lane"

Yeah, I was trying to figure out what skylanes were called. I got there.

65) What is your favourite title for a fic you’ve written? 

Me, who's written over four-hundred fics: ...

I've Seen Things In This House I've Never Spoken Of is a good one. It's a Spider-Man fic, the title itself being a quote from one of the characters.

When The Suns Grow Low, The Fight Only Gets Tougher is the title of the first fic in my Cobb Vanth series. I don't even remember how I came up with it, but I really do love it a lot.

Solus Tome (Alone Together) is another favorite, the fic surrounding the Bad Batch and Fives, an AU in which he survives and they find him. The first part of the title is in Mando'a, the translation being the part that's in parenthesis.

I'm going to stop there before I get ahead of myself.

78) How do you choose where to end a chapter?

Yeah, that's always a tad difficult.

I usually just chop it up between scenes to make it a bit more natural, though I sometimes cut it in the middle of scenes for the sake of length consistency or dramatic effect.

94) Do you prefer dialogue or description?

I really like both, if I'm being honest. I can't say I prefer one over the other. I love description, going in-depth on how things look, but there's just something about nailing a character's line that is pretty magical itself.

[millllenniawrites]

enchanted (Poe Dameron x Reader)

part one of dear love of mine

summary: The last thing you wanted was to fall in love. That was your sisters’ job, to marry and have a small army of children for your mother to dote on. But when the man courting your eldest sister brings a mysterious guest to stay with your family for the summer, you may not have a say in the matter.

words: 1.5k

warnings: afab!reader; reader has a last name; regency au for the aesthetic but it’s historically inaccurate for the *vibes*; slow burn; sexual themes throughout; eventual smut; warnings will be added as the series progresses

a/n: the series i’ve been talking about for months is finally here!! Totally was supposed to post this yesterday but I forgot. I started outlining this after reading @writefightandflightclub ’s Regency Femdom Week 2020 fic Of Rears and Vices and watching Bridgerton was like taking steroids so here you go!! I haven’t done an actual series in a long time so i’m super stoked about this whole thang. this is a short chapter cause I want you guys to get to know the universe and the characters but the next few are gonna take some time because they are long bois 

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You sat at the window, looking down at the long drive that led up to your estate. Lord Barnes was supposed to arrive before lunch and, though your stomach rumbled, you didn’t take your eyes off the horizon.

“You’re almost more nervous than I am.” Ana called.

You blinked quickly to allow your eyes a moment to adjust from the bright light outside to the dim interior of her room. Your sister stood in the doorway, her hair glinting in the sunlight. Her blue dress complimented her features and, even without the sun, you were sure she would have been glowing.

“You remember that I’m the one he’s courting, right?” Her slippered feet whispered against the floor as she crossed the room, hopping up into the window seat across from you.

“Of course I remember.” You flailed your leg out, striking her in the shin with your foot. “It’s only the happiest day of my dear sister’s life.”

She tossed a scrap of paper into your lap. On it, scrawled in a neat print, was yet another declaration of love from the strapping Lord Barnes for your sister.

You read aloud, “My dearest, Ana, how I do miss your gaze. The stars here are truly incomparable, having seen your eyes— Is this what men think is charming?!”

She snatched the paper from your hands. “I think it’s charming!”

As you laughed, you snorted, sending her into a fit of giggles right alongside you.

“I really do think he’s going to propose this time, Ana. And you know I’m happy for you.”

The summer prior, Lord Barnes had been in town on business, settling assets after the tragic death of his father. To distract himself from his mourning, he had begun going door to door, learning the names of the people who lived in the county he had so suddenly inherited.

Ana had not stopped talking about him since and, if his letters were any indication, he was just as charmed as she was.

“Of course I know that.” She turned around, flopping herself back into your lap. “You also know that by my marrying Lord Barnes, I’m helping you secure a suitable match.”

“A suitable match!” You couldn’t help but laugh again. “For Siena, yes. For me?”

“You cannot keep your nose in those books forever! I cannot let you. Don’t you think you’ll get lonely in this big house all by yourself?”

“A marriage would simply hand over our family’s legacy to whatever man decided to sign the papers. I do not think that is what Father would have wanted.”

She rested her elbows on your legs and leaned her chin onto her palms. “I think Father would have wanted you to be happy.”

With a roll of your eyes, you shoved your poor sister out of your lap and onto the floor. She landed with a soft grunt and a flurry of skirts and immediately tried to clamber back into your arms.

Ana loved to remind you that you would be tasked with taking care of the family property once your mother passed. She had seen it as such a burden that, even as the eldest of three girls, your parents had decided she could pass on the responsibility. Siena, the youngest of the three Dean daughters, was just as enamoured with the idea of marriage as Ana was, so the future of the estate had passed to you without complaint. Their wish was to be romanced and married. Yours was stability. And with your father gone, your mother wasn’t about to keep any of you from your true wishes.

Siena was in her room, no doubt pruning and prepping for the arrival of Lord Barnes — it didn’t matter that she wasn’t the sister he was coming to visit, she had reminded you —  and you did miss her presence as you and Ana shoved at each other and grappled for her letter. It was moments like this was you cherished, knowing that soon, handsome men would arrive and sweep your sisters away. Your house would be left empty of two of the most precious things you had ever beholden.

“Girls!” Your mother shouted, breaking you out of your thoughts.

You and Ana squished yourself together in the window seat. A dark carriage had begun it’s way up your drive.

“Girls!” She shouted again. “Come down here!”

You and Ana raced out of her bedroom and down the long staircase. Both out of breath by the time you reached the bottom, you clutched each other.

Your mother and Siena stood side by side, their arms crossed. They were mirrors of each other, their coiled hair pinned into place and eyebrows furrowed in distaste.

Siena turned her nose up at your giggling, but you could see a glint of playfulness in her eye. Though she tried to appear sophisticated, her twelve-year-old spirit wasn’t easily quelled, much to your mother’s dismay.

“Are you sure you’re ready to get married, sister?” Siena’s voice was soft, more like silk than sound.

“He hasn’t proposed yet. You needn’t be so serious.” She skated over to Siena and wrapped her arms around her sister’s middle, swinging her around.

“And when the Lord Barnes proposes, Ana will be quick to get ready. Just you watch.” Your mother winked at you before grabbing Ana’s arm, pulling her off Siena. “They are about to arrive. Go look presentable.” She shooed both your sisters towards the front doors before limping along behind them.

Mister Kirk, your family’s butler, stood off to one side. He was a thin man, the grey hair atop his head so thick that it looked as thought he might topple over at a moment’s notice.

You nodded your head to him. “Thank you for the work you’ve done setting up for our guest, Mr. Kirk.”

“It is my job, Miss Dean.” He said softly. Your sisters would have teased you about the fondness in Mister Kirk’s face had they been there, but the opening of the front doors had thoroughly distracted them. “And it is guests, Miss. More than just Lord Barnes is set to join us for the summer.”

You cocked your head but didn’t dare say more. It must have been a new development. Why else would your mother not share this with you?

You didn’t wait for Mister Kirk to elaborate, heading towards the open doors of your home.

The carriage pulled up right in front of the steps. A footman hopped down from the back of the carriage, setting a stool out before opening the door.

Lord Finneas Barnes stepped out of his carriage, grinning up at your family. “Hello Ladies Dean!” He called, waving grandly.

You all curtsied, a chorus of ‘Hello Lord Barnes’ causing his smile to widen further. “There’s no need for the formalities. Please. Call me Finn.”

Everything about him was refined, down to the buckles of his shoes. His dark hair had been done in waves, tight to his head, giving him the impression of wearing a crown. And he walked like it. His smile was sweet, but everything else about him oozed boldness and masculinity.

You could have sworn Ana nearly swooned beside you. A curious mischief glittered behind her eyes.

When you looked back to the carriage, another figure was stepping through the door.

The stranger tossed his head, his thick curls bouncing back away from his eyes to reveal his sharp features. He was dressed in blue, clearly a military uniform. Various pins on the front of his coat winked in the sunlight. His dark eyes quickly took in your family waiting on the steps and his dark eyes stalled when he reached you. Mouth quirking in a slight smile that had your heart racing, his gaze passed on.

The two men ascended the steps. Your mother curtsied again, the rest of you following behind her.

You could not take your eyes off the mysterious gentleman.

“This is General Dameron, I presume?” Your mother asked.

“The one and only,” Lord Barnes boasted, clapping the gentleman — General Dameron — on the back.

The General bowed. “Thank you for hosting us while the Barnes estate is renovated, Lady Dean. Your invitation for me to join Finn here was the best surprise I’ve had since the Coast.”

The Coast. You vaguely remembered hearing about the war from the girls in town last summer. They’d had brothers and fathers go to fight — and come back victorious, if your memory served you — but as your household was of only girls, you hadn’t been particularly invested in the news of battles that did not impact your family.

“It’s not a problem.” You heard your mother say.

Ana griped your arm, viciously whispering, “He’s quite handsome,” before dragging you back into the house.

You glanced back over your shoulder at the General and your mother politely discussing something — the topic of conversation could have been the weather for all you heard of it. It was as if your ears had been stuffed with cotton.

The General’s dark eyes met yours again and your breath caught. You tore your gaze away, snapping your head around to face forward.

It would be the last you’d see of him for the rest of the day.