#it is a creepy but heartwarming fic

[thewinchestah]

"Chega de Saudade" - Alastor X Reader fic

Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader.

Summary: When Alastor breaks into the V's building seven years later he expects to find a lot of things, lot of obnoxious, enraging, tacky things. He did not expect to find you. The Radio Demon does not take betrayl lightly and you have to live with the consequences of selling your soul to his worst enemy. Better yet, you have to live with the consequences of selling your soul to Vox and Alastor finding out. The soul you sold because Alastor left you for 7 years. Safe to say, it's a mess. A pretty, angsty, dark and delicious mess.

Warnings: Alastor is in Hell for a reason,general hellish violence,general hellish creepiness,eventual smut, i carioca coded valentino bc i can and bc he is very carioca sorry everyone,blackmail, Soul Selling, author is really invested in politics and decided to micromanage hazbin hotel canon, Corruption, Extortion, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, but nothing too explicit,mature themes in general, canon divergence, Not Canon Compliant, Eventual Smut, Alastor gets insane in this one you've been warned, fear play, Possessive Behavior, posessive sex, big bad radio demon is gonna fuck up the guy who stole his girl and will make it everyone's problem, Reader-Insert,no y/n,no beta we die like men here, i feel bad for tagging vox in this fic cause i think it's a disservice i really hate him and i make it clear so vox stans be warned, it's hell i hope y'all remeber ethics are fluid, posessive!Alastor, unhinged!Alastor, Isane!Alastor

Taglist: honestly only my queen @jyoongim i have no credibility to tag anyone anymore after being away for so long. If you wanna be tagged on future updates just let me know!

A/N:HI HEY BUNNY ANON IF YOU ARE STILL HERE THIS ONE FOR YOU!! Hiii everyone guess who's back. I had this fic cooking for a while now, actually i had a lot of writing cooking but in a very Ao3 author fashion a lot happened. You see i was on this writing streak and then my 15yo dog died while i was out of state. I had to go back on anti depressants and take a sabbatical. I got a new puppy and she's the light of my life. Got super sick, won a horse show. My first plan for this fic was having the first 3 chapters done and ready for debuting together because i always feel i'm lacking when i show up with only one chapter lol. After a while i realised i needed to get this first chapter out too see the light of day if i wanted to write again so here it is. This fic is a bit different from my other Alastor fics and i have a rough outline of 5 chapters so i think this beast will be more than 20k words long for sure. I decided to get a little deeper into Hell's politics and all the "no one ever thought of using heavenly weapons against hell even tough Hell's ancient and the best worst of humanity and demonkind is here". I call that bullshit sorry i'm brazilian i'm well versed in shady politicians and shady politics and unfortunatly, dear reader, you are in for this ride too. This fic kicks off right after "Stayed Gone". Also did i mention i'm brazilian and that my works are heavily inspired by brazilian media. This entire fic was inspired by one of my favourite songs of all time "Chega de saudade". And let's be real, Alastor and bossa nova are the perfect match. So yeah, english is not my first language and this isn't beta'd so sorry for any confusion or mistakes. Thank you so so much for reading my fics and always leaving the most kind beautiful and heartwarming feedback. I hope i can still deliver a nice story to my darling readers.

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CHAPTER ONE: chega de saudade a realidade �� que sem ela não pode ser.

In the first year you were calm and collected. There’s a perfectly reasonable explanation to why he is gone. Is he even gone, gone? He’s coming home soon, you can feel it. 

In the second year you convinced yourself there were signs everyone explaining why he was gone and when he was coming back, you were just too oblivious to them before. But everything can be a sign when you are delusional.

In the third year you cried so much you felt you were constantly drowning. You barely left home and some thought you were gone too. Gone to him.

In the fourth year you finally gave in and took the deal. Lack of self-preservation and machiavellian schemes working together to create a trap for him. He would come home out of anger, ire. But you can't outfox the fox.

In the fifth year you decided to scour hell and beyond after him. You went to places just to taunt him. Paranoia became your best friend, blood sweat and tears as you repeat “This time it will work, I'm sure of it”. Can a lie be said so many times it becomes the truth?

In the sixth year you accept defeat. You buried him deep and went about like he never existed in the first place. Isn’t it mystifying how this city screams his name?

It’s the seventh year now. The alarm on your phone rings and rings and you feel like scratching your face off. It’s time to meet your damned executioner.

Rolling out of bed you open the curtains to let some light in. The penthouse from the V’s building has a great view of Pentagram City, looking down you get the feeling of dystopian sci-fi that is so characteristic of the technology district. Limelights, digital outdoors, and big opulent, oppressing screens greet you like a constellation of dead stars, long distorted from their original purpose and form. 

You follow processional routine as you get ready. Choose a beautiful dress, put on make-up, and do your hair. It all feels like preparation for a sacrifice. One thing you learned from Alastor is that appearances are the best strategy and you intend to greet your handmade battlefield like a roman legion. 

Alastor. Even thinking of his name hurts, especially today when you need to face the consequences of your actions, the consequences of his actions. He is gone, he left you. And now Vox owns your soul. You blame your fall from grace entirely on him, he forced your hand, he made you do it. Out of desperation, out of defiance, you sold your soul to Vox so he would come back and save you, so he would come back out of hatred, anger and ire to tell how foolish you were, how betrayed he felt.

Betrayal. Selling your soul to his sworn arch enemy should be treason worthy of him dropping anything he was doing to come and punish you, to address you. You just wanted to get a reaction out of him, proof that he still cared. That he didn’t just get bored of the empire of terror he fought so hard to build in Hell. That he didn’t, deep down, just disregard you like a shiny novelty, to be left when it got old. 

You dry the persistent tears that insist on falling with clinical coldness. You are past feeling sad now, you don’t even feel angry anymore. You are past any emotion really, you just want to get this over with and get back home.

You went about your deal with Vox in many different ways, sometimes you felt like it was a good alliance, a slap on Alastor’s face. A side quest to gather as much information from the V’s inner circle, a social experiment. The truth is, during these past almost four years you were a mental gymnastics pro to justify your new arrangements. The cognitive dissonance required to live with the decision of being forever tied to Vox was an herculean task and boy he didn’t make it any easier on you. He would never be as refined as Alastor when it came to torture but there’s something about the coldness and calculated reality of the television business that was it’s own type of Dante’s inferno.

As soon as he got word of Alastor’s disappearance the TV overlord was on your scent, and he wasn’t shy about it either. You dodged him and led him on for almost four full years before finally giving in, everything was more or less under control during the early years of Alastor’s disappearance. 

Until you saw the angel army leaving.

  Death and gore were all around you. The sky rained blood. You couldn’t breathe. You tried to take a step forward only to realize you were knee-deep in demon blood. Adam was particularly ruthless this time, he seemed to have realized the unbalance in Hell’s power structure with one of the most prolific demon overlord’s absence and took full advantage of it. You choked on the sulfur filled air while the portal closed and Adam threw a last middle finger at the Pride Ring. A clawed hand offered you support as you were about to fall, your heart skipped a beat, for a split second you felt elation. In that split second a thousand thoughts, four years of misery and confusion passed through your mind like a movie. You were sure this was Alastor, showing up after the unprecedented carnage of today’s reaping. With the next heartbeat came the delivery of the most cruel reminder: the hand reaching for you was Vox’s. Alastor doesn’t care about anything anymore, not even losing territory. 

The TV overlord was covered in thick, red blood and looked vindicated, a wide chesire’s cat grin on his face. Baptized in carnage, Vox had finally triumphed for the V’s.The V’s were now a force to be reckoned with in Hell, there’s no argument to be made.  A good chunk of Alastor’s territory was now under their control, and everything that came with it too. Including you. 

“My darling doe, be careful, we can’t have you hurt after the battle is won can we?” 

Darling doe.

You threw up at the casual cruelty of the name Alastor called you with such affection being desecrated by Vox. He still supported you as you spilled your guts, you��d blame it on the nerves, the adrenaline, the reeking smell of death. Not on the fact that you knew he finally won, that the thing that broke you was to hear your name like that, on your lover archenemy’s lips. After that it happened. You sold your soul to vox. Of course he coerced you into it, and you were so mad with grief and betrayal that you felt like betraying Alastor back was the just thing to do. Pettiness and paradoxical hope dripping from your lips as the whole thing was done. 

Every year this same flashback assaulted your mind as you got ready to meet Vox on the anniversary of your deal. It never went past the look you gave those pixelated eyes as he held you on that barren land, stopping right there when you made the decision that finalized your ruin. You still wouldn’t, couldn't face what really went down when you formalized your deal with Vox. Those memories were suppressed and tucked in under layers and layers of regret and self-hatred. 

You gave yourself a final look in the mirror. No makeup smudging this time, you were getting good at numbing your feelings. Just a few tears, no more sobbing.

The yearly meeting with the V’s after the extermination was the perfect cover actually, everything was done in a way that it seemed like you were all cooperating. After all, you did hold a very good knowledge of the inner workings of Alastor’s deals, subordinates and territory. You knew who the V’s could “call in favours” and how to keep the peace. Or as close to peace as peace came when an abrupt power transition happened in Hell. You were a valuable asset to anyone really. Articulated in politics, masterful at the art of persuasion, kind, soft, charismatic, assertive, all in perfect balance, and frankly, breathtakingly beautiful. It wasn’t without reason that Alastor fell for you and that you became his most trusted advisor. You and Rosie were able to conceal his absence and manage his affairs for good two years and the better part of the third without raising any suspicion. Of course, the bigger they are the harder they fall and now you were walking down the corridor of the V’s building carrying a bulk of important intel that would dictate the fate of the Overlord power structure for the next year, at least. 

The hallways of the building changed a lot since you first walked them. As the V’s grew in power, the building grew in grandeur. It was now an imposing beast, looming over Pentagram City. Modern corporate architecture that incorporated the savage capitalism of Vox Tech. Savage, cold, sterile, overbearing that’s how being inside the lair of Hell’s most up and coming trio felt. The tall ceilings and big glass windows were exactly what you would expect of a broadcasting network and silicon valley Big Tech company combined. As an esteemed guest, you got the privilege of staying in the coveted penthouses, with someone to attend to your every wish and demand. You also got an idea that Vox went a little extra with your treatment as a form of flirtation, he has been trying to convince you into moving in for a while, every time you stayed in, your usual penthouse had some shiny new thing that was  made just for you, as he repeatedly emphasized. 

This year’s token of affection was a makeup mirror-gadget-thingy, that looked out of a Totally Spies episode. You had to admit to yourself that this was way more thoughtful and useful than the gifts from the previous years. The thing was cute, practical and would come in handy, which was a big improvement. Vox had tried to sway you with all types of guns and high tech devices in vain. Well, there was also that embarrassing stance with the wire flowers with a hidden recording device. Needless to say that after that entire debacle Vox learned that he may own your soul but you weren’t a damsel in distress and you would reinforce your side of the bargain if he went too far. 

You reached the elevator and went in, pushing the button for your destination. 

The earlier you start this the earlier it is over, you remind yourself.

The panoramic elevator descended to the well guarded conference room, the guards didn’t bat an eye to you entering. You realized you were becoming a familiar face around here, that made you dread what’s ahead of you even more.

“There she is! Hello princesa, I missed that pretty face!” Valentino greets you. He’s the only one inside, sitting on the edge of the table.  Well, that’s unusual… you think. Vox was always the first to get to the post-extermination meetings, plus he always gave you a slightly early timetable so he could have some alone time with you. Something must be going on.

“Hey Valentino, it’s nice to see you too! What gossip do you have for me today?” you give your best chirpy tone to the love moth. Look, you know how bad Valentino is, he is despicable really, even to your standards. But ethics are fluid, to say the  least, in Hell. The acclaimed porn king was surprisingly engaging to talk to. He was fun and actually treated you like a person, which was paradoxical in itself, considering how infamous he is for exploiting and commodifying souls. You drove yourself mad with theories of possible agendas behind Valentino’s kindness towards you, but it was the simplest of answers really, for some reason Valentino liked you and he never denied himself of what he liked.

“You have no idea! We have a lot to catch up on, did I tell you about that bitch who was trying to spy on us?” a set arms gestures to you to sit down next to him. The next 10 minutes are spent talking frivolities with the moth. You’re not complaining, it's nice to get your mind off this dreadful day and you don’t get many. 

Valentino, as always, has a lot to say, little goes on in Hell without him knowing who, what, where and why. Information, gossip, rumors, facts, if a single out of context word can be weaponized  you better be aware that he knows. Pentagram city can be divided into districts and ruled by lots of different overlords, still, Valentino’s intricate web of influence and coercion stretches across all territories. Another poor soul manifests here and goes somewhere they should not be, talk to someone they should not talk to, discover something they should never know. All cases of “wrong place at the wrong time” are happily solved by a large sum of money from the moth and suddenly another thread is weaved into his web of knowledge, another secret  made his. Valentino doesn’t operate like most Overlords and that’s where his power  lies. He bribed and fucked his way into every major circle, every  overlord’s inner circle, Hell’s best kept secret. If you were anyone in the hellish afterlife Valentino either fucked you or fucked someone very close to you. 

Knowledge is power, and Hell’s gossip girl was proof of it.

You swallowed a lump you didn’t know existed, hearing the moth talk about how things changed in a matter of hours during the early post-war made you even more aware of the severity of the intel you were carrying. It was earth shattering (no pun intended) information. 

Angels can be hurt. Angels can be killed. That meant a completely different way of existing in the afterlife, if this information goes public, the consequences are unpredictable and dire.

You don’t feel excitement knowing you technically can fight back, you feel pure dread.

To be completely honest, you feel like these “news” are not really news. You were pretty acquainted with politics back on Earth and this whole “omg no one knew about this! even though this was staring us right on your faces! is total bullshit. Hell is ancient, the exterminations are not a new thing, and there are some pretty smart people down here. To think that millenia after millenia masters of torture and skilled killers never thought of using heaven’s own firepower against them is wishful thinking at best. Sure, maybe after a few generations most sinners, even those who have power, may have been kept out of the loop about the chick in the holy army’s armor… but not knowing this at all just feels like a pretty convenient case of collective amnesia. 

Convenient, that’s exactly what this is. It’s brutal, but that’s Hell. A scheduled massacre is a blessing to those who rule to maintain, reinforce and extend their power. And if you get lucky enough, empires will fall and you will make your move. 

Vini Vidi Vici, that’s all you need to know about how Hell's politics work. 

It’s true that with every massacre the Angel Army gets more and more brutal and unhinged. What was once justified as righteous mercy killings to stabilize the ever growing hellish population now is just a display of cruelty, these angels kill for sport. There have been rumors floating around of how the disproportional annihilation tactics are preparation for something bigger for a while now , and with the demonic royal families either operating totally off Pride Ring or being completely MIA, it is no wonder those influential enough are starting to get restless. 

And that ties back to your first point, the thing that got you picking the skin around your nails while Valentino gossips. There’s a reason why this is being revealed now, you know how creating a narrative works, a few smart words and ideas become beasts of its own. A beast of its own that will tear anything on its way with the right fuel. The V’s have fuel to spare. Whose interest is that this information stayed hidden? Whose interest is that this information was allowed to be shared now? 

Hell is constructed by layers and layers of complicated militias and parallel governance, each one a locked room of secrecy that is impossible to enter without a huge amount of connections and power. 

“In a world of locked rooms, the man with the key is king. And, honey, you should see me in a crown” Valentino wisely said to you once. He’s a man of many many keys, and right now you are holding the fucking master key under your arm. 

Speaking of Valentino, he notices that you dozed off and snaps his fingers, grounding you back to reality. 

“My, my. You must have extremely sensitive information today to keep you from hearing the nastiest, hottest gossip of the moment babe” He takes a hit from his cigarette, an elegant and sensual move straight from an Old Hollywood film. The heart shaped smoke rings caress your face and for an instant you feel hypnotized, nodding your head profusely. 

“But I already knew that” behind the rose coloured shades, you see a playful wink from his infamous red hot eyes. 

The porn overlord quickly snaps his head towards the huge automatic doors, that open and reveal Vox and Velvette walking side by side exchanging looks between them that scream conspiracy.

“Sorry about the wait, my darling” Vox purrs on your way, stopping behind your chair and placing his hands on top of it, fingers dangerously close to your neck and shoulder. He pushes your hair to the side and lingers there, on your neck. “but as they say ain’t no rest for the wicked, am I right?” Velvette takes her seat beside Vox’s empty chair, meticulously placed in front of you, polite pleasantries leaving her mouth. She’s still a mystery, you never know her true stance on you, she keeps you on your toes. Does she like you? Does she hate you? Does she even care? 

“If you say so, boss!” you give him your best pageant smile. “So, who’s climbing up the ladder of the food chain today?” You bat your eyelashes at him. Your performance begins.

“Aw baby, you know I love when you call me boss! keep talking dirty to me” Vox lands a wet kiss on your cheek and makes his way to his chair.

 Right in front of you, so he’s always staring at you, drinking in your every move. You cannot fail, you cannot falter. 

As much as you’ve gotten used to pretending, pretending you like the V’s, pretending you don’t feel disgusting inside for being here, pretending you don’t hate Alastor for putting you in this situation with a burning passion but still missing him so much you feel someday your heart will stop beating in protest to him absence, it’s still hard. Especially when Vox touches you. Your eyes focus on cybersharks swimming behind Vox’s seat and concentrate on keeping your awarding winning poker face. 

“This year looks really promising I will tell you that! The orders for both your weapons and tragedy porn cameras doubled since the last extermination! I will give credit where credit is due, that fuckboy Adam knows how to put on a show!” he snaps his fingers graphs, stats and footage appears on the various screens. But it’s all irrelevant, it won’t matter when you spill your secret. 

“Lot’s of veeeery interesting happenings but I thought this year we might… start differently. Let’s forget the profit talk for now, change things a little. Did you guys see anything out of the ordinary? Did something stand out?!” he spins around his Big Boss ™ chair and stops with his hand under his chin, leaning in to you like a schoolgirl with the hottest new gossip. 

“Oh! I heard things -” Val also leans in getting closer to the TV overlord face. 

Vox’s grin shrinks, lifting a finger in protest 

“We know, we know, you always hear things Val” he replies in a monotone tone

Velvette, who spent this entire time typing away on her phone, interjects 

“Look, don’t take this the wrong way girlypop” finally looking at you she asks, or rather, states the million dollar question “ but what Vox means is that we know you have something  big cooking inside those files, so let’s drop the bullshit and go straight to it” 

The doll puts her phone down, she knows how important this is, how this secret will probably dictate how things will go from now on. You can call Velvette many things, but she is clever and under all that attitude and posh accent lies a brilliant strategist. 

“Plus, we all know you are contractually obligated to tell anyway, so spill, and can make this quick and painless to everyone involved” 

Right, your cartesian, empirical proof that angels can be killed.  Caught on the scene of the crime with the gun in your hands. 

You don’t waste anymore time, the words leave your lips like you’re choking with the threat they present. You tell them everything: where the exorcist was killed, how he was killed, the golden ichor blood that oozed from the wound, where the body was hidden. Everyone is silent while you speak, even the mechanical sharks seem to have stopped swimming to listen. 

After that you don’t remember much more of the meeting, it felt like you took the backseat of your own mind, the overwhelming feeling of dread making you so out of breath. Something is coming, something fucking coming and you can’t breathe. Anxiety sets under your skin like a second skeleton begging to crawl its way out and you find yourself sitting in one of the lavish anterooms of the V’s building. 

“So, the cat’s out of the bag then” you recall hearing Vox saying when, as if on cue, a few moments before the meeting was being declared over, the emergency broadcast about the reduction of the extermination date from a year to six months was issued. You four watch the transmission and you wonder if that’s what it feels like to get the news of the end of the Cold War, the doomsday clock finally hits midnight and we are nuking each other out. 

Mutual destruction assured. 

Your mind wanders back to your life on earth, if life up there is better or worse these days. You died so young, everybody told you, your Untimely Demise a big topic of conversation that you yourself didn’t know much about. But nothing, nothing in all of your living years and your years from Hell to eternity could prepare you for what comes next.

“So the Radio Demon is back in town! Why is he hanging around? What does it mean for your family?” 

The news hit your ears like a tsunami and you feel dizzy. It’s easy to find a big screen here and you are running to the closest one before your brain can even compute the words. 

Alastor is back, Alastor is back, and he didn’t come find you.

The next sound wave is even worse, dragging you ashore to your feelings without any reprieve. 

“Salutations!

Good to be back on the air! Yes, I know it's been a while, since someone with style treated hell to a broadcast

Sinners, rejoice!”

This isn’t a prank, there are no cameras and a sadistic tv host waiting for your humiliating reaction, instead all pairs of eyes in Hell are glued to the screen watching as the two Overlords fight it out. 

Thus, no one notices how your entire body shakes and your vision goes black. It’s too much, and you grip the rails from the stairs that lead to the foyer for dear life. Your heart is beating out of your chest. No one notices how you cry, how you whimper Alastor’s name like a prayer, how the tears run down your face and you feel paralyzed. You want to run, a million thoughts per heartbeat making your head swim. The best you can do is collapse on the floor. So you do, you collapse trying to catch your breath as you plan your sweet escape, how you are going to Houdini yourself out of this situation right to his arms.

“Tune on in

 when I'm done, your status quo will know its race is run”

You want to kiss him, you want to slap him, you want to tell him how much you missed him, you much your fucking hate him. You want him to drag you to his rooms and make you pay for cursing him out. You want him, you want your Alastor back. You cannot breathe.

“Oh, this will be fun.”

and then all the lights go out.

There’s a beginning of an uproar happening, the electric building dies a quick and unforgiving death, demons run around and Vox is flying down the stairs trying to do damage control. But even he is failing to keep his composure, because he knows. Oh how you know too. 

Alastor is like a natural disaster, a shattering force that bends everything on its way with the sheer force of will. The inevitable reckoning that comes to your town, that judges and executes everyone that you love. 

And now he is here. 

You see the burning red hot pair of eyes first, their predatory gaze hold the entire room hostage, looking for his prey and then they land on you. 

The piercing intensity of Alastor’s eyes, the flickering reds of damnation itself, regard you with surprise, elation and something more. So overbearing those eyes are, they make you shiver, bearing the weight of his gaze that penetrates deep into your soul. Your soul that is not yours anymore, it belongs to the man he hates, the man he despises. 

The Radio Demon’s towering frame closes the distance between you two in five long strides, you do your best to keep yourself upright and not cower at the sight of him. He looks like Rapture and righteous torture, coming to deliver your setance. Vox knows his sentence is being delivered here and now too, so he runs, runs to you.  You feel static and an electrifying pull, metal clinking. A chain. A glowing blue chain on your neck and Vox’s pulling it tight.

“What? what the fuck is going on? what’s this?” snapping your neck quickly towards Vox you whimper, you beg. The few seconds you stopped looking into Alastor’s eyes causing seething rage inside the deer demon, ire that makes the room tremble. 

‘“Talk over the radio, that way everyone can hear, baby” Vox says straight at Alastor, like it is a shooting gun. The look on the TV Overlord is maniac, a sideway cocky smile that drips pettiness. Just because Vox clearly lost this battle, with all tvs and electricity on petagram city going dark, it doesn’t mean he can’t still forever tarnish this victory. 

Alastor’s demonform covers the already dark building in opaque, thick shadows, radio static picks up around the room like a tornado chocking the majority of the unfortunate demons that are still inside, in a desperate attempt to seek shelter. 

No words leave the radio host’s lips as he grows even taller, breaking the posh entrance of the building, debris flying down causing even more damage, the tall glass windows shatter in a million pieces courtesy of his tentacles tearing down everything on their way. The sounds of destruction and despair are loud but you haven’t been listening to the world outside you and your returned lover’s radio dial eye’s for a while. A doe caught in the headlight of his eyes the best you can do in brace for the inevitable impact that is coming your way.

In a flash of his scarlet eyes a fire ignites, the flames born from it are unnatural, behaving like a hive mind to kill and destroy.

 You always knew that facing Alastor after these 7 years would not be easy, but you never imagine your reunion like this, in the midst  of pomppeian fire, a wild raw power, the oncoming storm that is Alastor when he attacks. 

Vox knows this fight is over, his ego hurt and today’s accounts always written as a victorious comeback from the Radio Demon, nevertheless, between the three of you Vox will always know who really won, who drew the last card, had the last laugh. He did, holding Alastor’s girl on a leash because he owns her. The soul of the woman the Radio Demon dared to love is his, the man Alastor despises with a burning passion, and that’s enough for now. 

The raging flames circle the three of you and without much more flair Vox drops his act, your chain disappearing from your neck. You drop to the floor, branching yourself on all fours. You consider crawling your way to Alastor, so you can explain, so you can cry, so you can beg. You don’t know for what exactly you will be begging for: your life? his forgiveness? his punishment? you just know a lot of begging and pleading will be involved. 

But the decision is made for you.

“Run, run my little darling doe” Vox commands “Run and do whatever you need to do” 

You get up on your feet in a completely ungracious move and Alastor’s out of the room instantly. The flames never touch you on the way out, the outside world greets you: a cacophony of screams, sirens, burning sounds, the infernal orchestra that becomes the soundtrack of your life.  

“Oh, and by the way” Vox screams from the threshold of the decaying building “we just got news that your place on Cannibal Town got trashed by some wayward sinners during extermination. But don’t worry you can always come home here, come home to me!”

You do your best to ignore his taunting, and you pray to whoever is listening that Alastor didn’t hear it. But it’s futile, the pavement where he is stepping cracks a dark cloud of static and shadows trail after him. He definitely heard and felt the implications of these words. 

“Al.. Al!” you scream running after your lover. 

Fuck, you’re still in heels, and those aren’t your running heels.

Kicking the damned shoes off you run faster, you cry harder and plead faster.

When you lived, your life always felt a bit surreal, weird stuff happened to you that you couldn’t really explain. People always joked that screenwriters of your life were the most creative people alive, the thing that happened to you never happened to anyone else. You died young, with a big, full life ahead of you, but you took this as gospel to your afterlife, after all everything related to your death was a mystery to you. But the things that happened to you living or dead were a raw reality impossible to make up.

 The uncertainty of your death only fuels your resolve to fight for the life you found in the afterworld. 

“Al, wait!” you are starting to get truly desperate, you need to get to him otherwise you are pretty certain you will drop dead here and now.

 “Alastor please, please listen to me” your voice failing, you finally choking from the smoke, from the suppressed tears. If Alastor doesn’t hear you now you are not sure you can carry on after him, you’re too tired too scared. You him to save you like the damsel in distress you are right now so bad.

Alastor dramatically comes to a halt. 

“I. am. Not. Having. This. Conversation. Here.”  his voice is staggered, still. Filled with static and a murderous edge to it. His long arms catch your wrist and pull you close, flush against his chest, you almost stumble but a powerful arm around your waist locks you tight to him. 

It’s the first touch in seven years, your legs shake at the realization that he’s real, he’s here. You lock your arms around his neck, the familiar fabric of his overcoat, the soft strands of his hair, they all feel like coming home.  

Something inside Alastor snaps when he remembers, when he feels how small you are in comparison to him, only one arm securing you safely to him. Some paradoxical fight starts inside him, wild wild want, wild wild rage against tameness, the docile calm you bring whenever you are at his side. 

The world disappears for a few seconds as darkness engulfs both of you,  inside the black moving vacuum only the two of you exist, greeting each other in bloody homecoming. 

Alastor takes you back to the Hotel, landing with a low thump inside his room. For a second his hand supports the small of your back, preventing you from falling forward. After all it’s been 7 years since you shadowtravelled with him, he knows you are terribly out of practice. 

His consideration towards you only lasts this precious second thought, because he makes his way across the room, creating as much distance as he can between the two of you. Your touch disarms him, he is aware of that since the first time your hand brushed against his, the first time his lips ghosted on top of your knuckles. If Alastor is touching you he is extremely likely to get soft, to remember how much you mean to him, what you do to him, so he will be merciful. And right now the last thing the deer demon wants is to be disarmed, to show you mercy. He can feel your betrayal burning inside his veins, clouding his judgment with ire and jealousy.

Alastor doesn’t fight those feelings, on the contrary, he lets them take him by storm adding fuel to his already bad temper. That’s the only way he can face you now, that’s the only way he can make you understand. 

You don’t get any time to gather your bearings, from the corner of your eye you notice a forest. His room is bigger on the inside and has a fucking conservation area but that’s hardly the most pressing matter at the moment. The pressing matter at the moment is that you are getting whiplash from touching your demon lover for the first time in seven years and his subsequent refusal to touch you, stationing himself across the room to you.

Why isn’t he with you? by your side as you ride the shockwaves of today together? You are scared, but above all you feel overwhelming sadness. 

“How did it happen?” he finally snaps, breaking the deafening silence. It’s the first time Alastor regards you, directly, in 7 years and the weight his words bare is so heavy you wish for more of the silence. “Tell me, how did it happen?” his eyes are wild, dangerously close to radio dials. 

“How did it happen? You tell me Alastor! You left me, you fucking left me!” you wish you could be your usually articulated self, you rehearsed this conversation so many times in your mind and in none of them you started with such venom on your lips. But it has been too long, and maybe the poison from all those years alone and afraid beside Vox drips through. 

The Radio Demon sees the tears that fall profusely from your big doe eyes, and they sting more than an acclaimed torturer like him could have anticipated. Alastor finds himself still disarmed, because with every single glistening tear that falls he can see how hurt, how scared you are. He is the only one allowed to make you scared, he owns your fear.

But that’s the problem isn’t it? He owns nothing. Vox does. And that realization turns him back to feeling seething rage. 

“So my mere absence is enough to change your devotion? Is me being here the only thing that stopped you from falling into his arms?” more poison. By the end of the night you both will choke on it. 

“Al.. Al” you are sobbing now, your throat tightens and it’s hard to breath it’s hard to speak. “ I had to do it. You don’t get it, you don’t get it.” your voice breaks “hemademedoit, hemademedoit!!”. You swallow half the words, whimpering, as if you say it fast enough the action will quickly become the past, as if the memories won’t haunt you. And yet the memories flood your mind

A dim-lit room, the smell of blood and something burning.

“He is gone baby, and he isn’t coming back”

Electricity makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. 

A stranger’s hand pushes the hair to the side of your face, dread creeps up inside of you.

“This is the only way my dear, the best decision you can make” 

The same stranger’s hand grab you by the waist 

“I’m the only one who can protect you now, you know that right?”

eyes that make you freeze, it’s hard to think. eyes that make it hard to say no.

“If this is hard for you, you can pretend that I’m him” 

a wrong type of static pricks your lips 

“This won’t hurt” 

a shockwave hits your body and it feels like you are being split open

You have to steady yourself on the closest piece of furniture. You cower as the repressed memories from the night you finally gave in to Vox assault your mind, trying to make yourself as small as possible, like he is coming back to do it all again. Cries and incoherent words leave your lips and you don’t know if you actually said what happened or if this entire time you have just been crying. You entire body hurts as you hyperventilate “Al, I’m so sorry” you whisper 

That’s what undoes Alastor, you curling yourself in a ball, defeated and scared at the ghost of the man he hates. You looking away from him like you are undeserving of him, of his punishment, of his love. Like you are tainted. Alastor can’t make the exact words of your confession about how it happened, but he heard enough. Vox would never make you come to him willingly, Alastor knows that. Whatever Vox did - and Alastor has a lot of ideas of what he did - he will pay double for it. 

 Alastor’s blackened heart shatters when he calls your name and you don’t look up to meet his eyes, like you always do. He was always your lantern for when you were drowning. He meant to break you, hurt you like that. He just wanted to make you come to him, beg for his forgiveness, beg him to soothe the pain. 

“Mon coeur, my sweet darling doe you are safe” Alastor voice goes so soft it hurts “Don’t fret, it’s in the past, it’s over, you are safe with me now as you are meant to be” he coos.

Still, you can’t read your lover’s mind. So you don’t know his heart is shattered, you don’t know how much he loathes himself for letting this get this far. You are so caught up on your own feelings, reeling the rage and the memories that you miss the softness of his voice and his outstretched hard and you inevitably choke on the poison. 

“No. No!” you snap “You don’t get to say that. You have no right to say that!” you scream as you get up “I’m not safe, I will never be safe because you weren’t there to protect me, you promised Alastor, you fucking promised” the poison is now inside you, heartstopping waves of hurt consume your body and sprit. Right now the same burning passion that makes you heart beat for Alastor makes you hate him too. You were never good with ugly feelings, you always pride yourself for being soft to be strong. Your kindness and act of rebellion during the hellish reality you lived. You were never good with bad feelings, so you do something you never thought you’d do.

You shove the Radio Demon, that man you love so much it drives you to insanity. You shove him because the shame is too much, all the ugly feelings ball up inside, convincing you that you don’t deserve him, that you already lost him. And you won’t survive his dismissal. 

You never talked back to him, you never raised your voice. Not because you were afraid to, but because you never had to, hence the reason why Alastor is so taken aback that your pitiful attempt of violence actually moves him from where he was standing. 

Alastor shoves you back, pushing you up against the wall with a searing kiss. He kisses you like you are his last chance at salvation, like he wants to be redeemed. He licks your lips as you struggle to catch your breath, pushing his hips hard against your core, making you straddle him. Alastor doesn’t grant you a moment of reprieve, his lips come crashing down on yours again, his tongue inside your mouth dancing to a madman’s tune. He does what he does best, he takes and takes and takes. He takes your breath away, he takes all the callous words that threaten to leave your lips, aimed at him. 

You succumb to your demon lover, your nails dig into his skin and he moans inside your mouth, he bites your lips enough to draw blood. In the end Alastor is still Alastor, and of course he gets all hot and bothered when fighting. You feel delirious with the taste of his lips, your blood and your salty tears mixing together, an unholy ambrosia. His hardness press just the right way to make you sing creating a current of desire after a seven year long drought. 

His hands are quick, ridding up your shirt making he grab your ass and then your hips, strong enough to bruise. His clawed finger is already tweaking your nipple that way he knows you love. Your bravado melts, in perfect synchrony to when he sinks his teeth deep into your neck, drinking everything: that wretched poison that tarnished your words, the sacred warmth of your blood. You moan his name like a prayer that he promptly answers, he’s kissing you like a drowning man again, your blood on his lips painting your lips red like you both just drank from the holy grail, his hand cups your other breast and you vow to never speak to him like that again, only if it’s gonna get you up against the wall like that with him. 

And then he stops. 

“I hope this kiss haunts you” he says, voice still drunk with desire, low and threatening. He swiftly moves you off him, walking away and creating the same distance from when this all started “haunts your every breath, finds its way inside your every waking moment until you are mad with regret” 

You are bewildered, eyes widening in disbelief. What is he doing? How can he go from 0 to a 100 so fast? 

“I hope this kiss haunts you, so you never forget that you were the only woman who ever had me at the palm of her hand and you decided to throw it all away with that calamitous cynicism of yours.” 

So that’s what’s happening. You can never expect to beat a master at his own game, Alastor is still cruel when he is merciful. When push comes to shove he will always win. There’s only so far you can get with taunting his repentance,  playing with his heart laid bare at your feet, filled with sorrow and begging for forgiveness. He was ready to apologize, to dry your tears and soothe your fears, worshiping your delicious body and the ground you walked on. He was ready to admit that this was half his fault until your venom stung him beyond the realm of spoken word. 

“I understand it now, it must be hard for you to cope with your own decisions, your own failings, so you take it all on me. I hope you remember this when you come back to beg, on your knees for my forgiveness. And trust me, you will.” Of course Alastor would torture you with the knowlodge of his guilt and despair, the loss of his benevolence, the promise of desire and carnality. He will always be a torturer at heart, and you forgot that’s the first rule you need to always remember when dealing with him. 

“You’ve got your demons darling” never was your precious pet name said with such disdain. Static starts to gather around you, and in a flash his hand is on your neck

“and they all, Look. Like. Me” his voice is distorted when he finishes cursing you, there’s a tempest behind his eyes that entraps you, the burning red of his irises condemn you. 

The Radio demon is a raging fire, an oncoming storm. But he is also meticulous, cruel and calculating, if you dared to question him, to step on the grace he gladly gave you, you clearly were aware of everything he did to lull his absence. All the plans and contingencies he made to hush your worrying thoughts about him and bathe your threshing heart on tranquiline waters.

And you decided to mock it. To mock him and his love for you. 

You are crying again, but this time Alastor is fucking glad he was the one to hurt you, to reduce you to a mess of regret and tears. 

Tonight in Hell, power shifts from one Overlord to another. Sinners plan and freak out accordingly.

 But their machinations are all meaningless. 

The 7 years you spent away from Alastor made you sad, the three years spent on Vox’s side made you bitter. The V’s operate on poison, it’s their fuel. And maybe the poison drips through.

Tonight you drank the poison and it broke you.

Tonight, for the first time, the poison broke Alastor too.

[lifeafterartsch00l]

The answer is yes, yes they have plz see below~

✨MY FAVE KAKAIRU FICS✨

A change of pace this week from the usual sasunaru programming to celebrate Naruto’s gay dads, feat. my terrible memes

As per usual, I’ll try and find the authors to tag them, if you know who they are on tumblr, plz tag them in the comments! 💖

He ships it

Worship by decaf_kitty

Careful it’s hot 🥵

Beloved decaf kitty, may your coffee never be bitter, may your pillow be the perfect temperature, and you never get writer’s block ❤️ amen! Please read this one shot it’s AMAZING

“Additional Tags: Slow Build, Romance, Resolved Sexual Tension, Explicit Sexual Content, Begging, Inappropriate Use of the Sharingan

Summary: Late at night, Kakashi and Iruka randomly meet at a ramen stand... One little conversation later, they're in Kakashi's bedroom, with Iruka on his knees, and a blushing Kakashi staring down at the sensei between his bare thighs”

Kintsugi by The_Rivers_Dark

She ships it

I excitedly followed each new chapter release of this fic 💕 most incredible descriptions of intimacy, a fantastic writer 💕 also Tsunade tries to meddle and it’s just terrific (read it to find out if it works tehe) 💕 so wonderful, a comforting fic like a warm hug (but also really sexy idk man I’m not a writer clearly haha).

“Additional Tags: Mutual Pining, Hurt/Comfort, less hurt more comfort, Comfort, hurt comfort that turns to comfort, hurt comfort that turns to comfort erotica, comfort erotica, Erotica, mutual pining to mutual love, Love, Romance, Smut, Shameless Smut, Sex, Explicit Sexual Content, come for the erotica stay for the comfort, come for the comfort stay for the erotica, if it’s broken fix it and never let it out of your sight again, painting with muted colours never suited my literary palette, Tsunade as a cockblock device and a meddler, plot arc what plot arc, pacing what pacing, Whirlwind Romance, we’re all about the comfort here, Roommates, And then they were roommates, Eventual marriage, Marriage, they get married at the end, Getting Together, Sweet/Hot, Happy Ending, for all you Kakashi-level perverts out there sexy tags include but are not limited to, Frotting, Mutual Masturbation, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Hair-pulling, Nipple Play, 69 (Sex Position), Spanking, Fingerfucking, Blindfolds, it doesn’t count as a threesome if one of them is a shadow clone, Sweet, Spicy, sweet and spicy, Rimming, Snippet beta we die like Akatsuki villains only to be resurrected again, Domestic, Cuddling & Snuggling, Idiots in Love, Light Bondage, versatile lovers, Top Hatake Kakashi, Top Umino Iruka, Belonging

Summary:

Kintsugi: The Japanese art of repairing broken pottery by mending the areas of breakage with lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold, silver, or platinum. As a philosophy, it treats breakage and repair as part of an object's history, rather than something to disguise.

(Iruka gets heavily injured in a mission gone wrong. Problem is, Tsunade knows he won't stay in the hospital long enough to recuperate. Kakashi finds himself volunteering to be his carer. As they get closer, the tension between them reaches a boiling point. Complete.)”

Unspoken by RenGoneMad

Incredible canon-compliant rewrite where Kakashi and Iruka meet much earlier (kind of, you’ll see). And Kakashi has a long time cruuuuuuush 😜 the banter/flirting is really cute. The pacing and development of the relationship is so so good! The way the author gets into their heads is just great. Both 🔥 & heartwarming! ❤️

“Additional Tags: Romance, Slow Burn, Anbu Hatake Kakashi, Fluff and Angst, Hatake Kakashi-centric, POV Hatake Kakashi, Secret Identity, Canon Compliant, Canon - Manga, Complete, Kissing, Sexual Tension, Obsession, But not unhealthy or creepy, Pining, Stalking, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Character Study, Implied/Referenced Suicide, (as complies with canon)

Summary: The memorial stone should be a place to mourn the dead, a place to remember the many sins and failures that haunt Hatake Kakashi.

To Iruka, it's a place to speak to his parents, and the mysterious ANBU who listens.

Follows Kakashi from ages 14 to 29, and the many ways Iruka changes his life”

The Outcasted by yeou_bi

Sensual, erotic, all without anything explicit (yet?). They way they’re falling in love is so cute 😭 Just lovely ❤️ I hope the author writes more chapters! 😊🤞🏽

“Chapters: 3/?

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Additional Tags: Hospitalization, Illnesses, References to Illness, Loneliness, POV Alternating, Present Tense, Skin diseases, Slow Burn, Denial of Feelings, Nausea, Touch-Starved, Touching, Hurt/Comfort, Pandemics, Dysfunctional Relationships, Developing Relationship, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Internalized Homophobia, Bullying, Discrimination

Summary: During the outbreak of a mysterious disease, Kakashi finds himself sharing a clinic room with Iruka.

What begins as simple moments of sharing the same burden slowly turns confusing. When physical touch could mean an infection, it also becomes a commodity that's hard to come by for those who are recovering”

Thank you to all the talented authors! 💕

[happilyfeatherafter]

Happilyfeatherafter’s ficrec Fridays

Happy Dean Winchester's 45th birthday week, and happy Friday! I was absolutely blown away by everyone's incredible posts for Dean this week, you guys. It made me all emotional.

Back with my fourth week of fics I've read and loved recently. If you missed last week’s you can find my previous rec lists here for more!

26 January 2024

american oracle by @handsliketruth and whiskeyjuniper (@satinsolace) I spent all last Sunday reading this one and it was such an immersive experience! An earthquake shakes something loose in the bunker, seemingly trapping Dean, Cas and Sam inside with it as they attempt to fix what's gone wrong, only the bunker isn't going to make it easy for them! Super creepy, twisty, reality bending and really beautifully, unsettlingly written. Whatever's happened is messing with their minds, and the creeping horror of real or not real persists, but even through that the Dean and Cas of it are really fascinating in how they navigate their intense feelings for each other. I was also incredibly impressed with how the effects of canon wrapping up were woven into the plot in such a powerfully potent way, exploring fate, free will, and the future. Really a stand out (and I know a lot of you have been reading it because I found this fic open in no less than three separate tabs in my bookmarks when I came to read it myself. So adding one more rec to the pile!)

Slouching Towards Bethlehem by @norahastuff (art by @logsdrawsthings) is a brilliant and seamlessly written missing conversations DCBB fic set in seasons 4 and 5. The dialogue is so on point for that era Dean and Cas, at times I had to remind myself what came from the show and what was brand new. As they navigate their way towards the apocalypse, and Cas watches over Dean in reality and in dreams, it seems hard to find solace. But in getting to know one another better, they both question their parts in the grand plan, and also find peace, connection, and company in their deepening bond.

A Fic About Dean’s 45th Birthday by @scoobydoodean both does exactly what it says on the tin AND made me cry lol. After Mrs Butters plants the seed in his head that he's too old to celebrate his birthday, Dean gets a little upset, but he doesn't let on to anyone. The poor man just wants to be appreciated and celebrated on his birthday! But he feels guilty about causing a fuss, and anyway, he can still show his love through making sure everyone else's days are marked for the occasion. But on his 45th, his family is acting a little suspicious, and they seem to want him to stay away. Angsty, sweet, give that man his krispy treats!!!! Check out Dean with Scoobies.

found it here in your love by nevernevergirl (@yorkesteins) is another Dean's birthday ficlet, but taking a 180 spin on it. Cas has plans. LOTS of plans. Dean deserves to be celebrated. But some pesky snow has derailed Cas' thoughtfulness, and despite his best intentions he's awfully upset about letting Dean down. "In which learning to live your life after nearly two decades of saving the actual world is a process. They're doing it together, though." Sweet, domestic, heartwarming love (even when there's a tantrum involved.)

Plus shout out to @angelsdean's I spy Dean's birthday game, @dean-isms's birthday party watchlist, and ALL of the incredible fic, art, AMVs and edits you made. TALENT.

[camille-lachenille]

End of the Year Fic Rec

I was tagged by @echo-bleu and @dreamingthroughthenoise and it was very difficult to select only five fics for each category but here's my Must Read fanfics list, mostly Silmarillion but with a few LotR and one Hobbit. Also, I cheated at some point so you have one more fic rec as a treat

Recommend up to 5 series or multi-chapter fics from 2023 that everyone should read (multi-year WIPs count, if the last update was in 2023).

We will make this place our home by @leucisticpuffin

Summary: Elrond and Elros are sent to live with their distant cousins in a house that is crumbling slowly to pieces. They aren't especially happy about this. For Maedhros and Maglor, the twins are a rare chance to start living again.

Why you should read it: This is a whimsical, heartwarming yet bittersweet at times story about finding one’s place in a new world and what makes a family, grappling with the ghosts of the past and the pain of being a child left behind. Also the most exquisitely written modern AU (the style is just chef's kiss!) I’ve read so far, 100% recommend it!

Maglor is an Eldritch Horror by @thescrapwitch

Summary: After thousands of years singing to the sea, Maglor has become something strange and terrifying. But he still loves his family, and his family still loves him.

Why you should read it: Sometimes, family is a Half-Elf, his wife, their children, a shy and whimsical bard and the Eldritch kidnap grandfather who haunts the house; or how to write slightly creepy fluff. This series is pure heartwarming material and giving Elrond the happiness he desserves.

The Day the Horse-Lord wed the Lady of the Seas by @colinnoahmayhare (rated M)

Summary: After the War of the Ring, Lothíriel, Princess of Dol Amroth, finds herself at the receiving end of the search for peace and prosperity by being used as a pawn in an alliance made between kings and princes. Married to the King of the Riddermark, Éomer, she has to navigate being a foreigner in a foreign country, being a Queen to a King, and to learn to live and love with a man she hardly knows.

Why you should read it: This story is an intricate, gut wrenching exploration of what happens in Rohan after the War of the Ring, featuring delightful worldbuilding, lots of politics, revenge and honour. Now with Familial TraumaTM and Couple AngstTM for extra flavour!

And the Stars Shine the Same by @runawaymun (rated M)

Summary: After the Éothéod revolt against the Wainriders, the northern tribes seek to form strong alliances with their neighbors. Lord Frumgar tasks his son Fram to lead the delegation to Imladris. With him, he brings gold, fine horses, and two young thralls chosen by his father to be given to Lord Elrond himself. Elrond is conflicted to say the least.

Why you should read it: Do you like pre-canon Third Age history? Do you like worldbuilding about a few names from the Appendixes of LotR? Do you like found family and Good Dad Elrond? Do you like complex characters learning how to live with their traumas? This story is for you! (Just mind the warnings in the tags)

The ghost you dress up as (knows how to haunt) by @deadqueernoldor (rated M)

Summary: Maedhros was not the first Finwëan to be captured and taken to Angband, nor did he remain there the longest. Ranyatinwë, twin of Caranthir, was the first.

Why you should read it: Tinwë is such a complex character, 50% spite and 50% trauma, and this whole story is so, so promising already! (Really, you should read all the Strength of our Bonds series for extra unhinged, spiteful and unrepentant kinslayer Tinwë. I support women’s rights but in Tinwë’s case I firmly support women’s wrongs). This is pure post-Angband angstfest and dysfunctional siblings caring for each other in their weird way. If angst can be a comfort story, I found it.

Recommend up to 5 single chapter fics/one-shots (long or short) from 2023 that everyone should read.

Life in Miniature by @thescrapwitch

Summary: Turgon uses his hobby of building cities to recreate Gondolin, this time on a much smaller scale.

Why you should read it: For re-embodied Finwëan rebuilding their relationships as they work together on a miniature city; a heartwarming and really nice metaphor.

Hearth Fire by @dreamingthroughthenoise

Summary: Findis and Feanor speak before the Flight of the Noldor and share in their grief the best they can.

Why you should read it: Because there are so few stories centered around Findis and her feelings about her family and this one is so interesting and well written. Also, Findis is my Blorbo and everyone should read about her until they're consumed by the Blorbo.

your veins are empty of dust by @echo-bleu

Summary: Anairë finds her late one day in her workshop, surrounded by slabs of stone larger than her. Nerdanel is hammering forcefully at one of them, the barest hints of an elven shape already taking form in the marble. Bitter, stinging tears run down her cheeks and into her collar, and her arms ache with exhaustion.

The body is only barely sketched, but the face is already chiselled, smooth curves and angular cheekbones.

Fëanáro emerges out of the marble, looking like he’s about to take life.

Why you should read it: For a heartbreaking dive into Nerdanel's grief, her friendship with Anairë and how Nerdanel's art becomes her way to cope with loneliness and grief.

see it fall, child of war by @swanmaids

Summary: Elwing's time runs out.

Why you should read it: Because these may be the 740 most impactful words I've read about Elwing since I discovered the Silm fandom.

soldier keep on marching on (waiting on that morning sun) by songofswiftsunrise

Summary: Boromir lives. The world is the smallest bit brighter for it.

Why you should read it: Do I need a more convincing argument than what the summary says? Boromir lives and everyone is happier. I love a good fix-it and this one is very well written indeed.

Recommend up to 5 fics NOT from 2023 that everyone should read (oldies but goodies.)

The Carpenter’s Son by Zimra (rated M, warning for rape/non-con)

Summary: An untold story of conquered Dor-lómin, in which an Easterling carpenter has a child by his Hadorian slave.

Why you should read it: This story explores in a very interesting way a par of canon that is almost never mentionned (except in the Narn). The main character is attaching and I really cared for her and her son. The hindsights in the slavers' minds are chilling with their realism and this whole story is just so well written. Also, it ends on a note of hope.

And what I am needs no excuses by aurembiaux

Summary: Sam has always been in love with Frodo. It's only that it takes him forty years to realize that he is.

Why you should read it: Probably the most heartwarming and relatable self-discovery story I’ve ever read; set in England from the WWII to the 80’s, with all the social changes that happened in this time period. Featuring Supportive Dad (and Friend) Sam as the main character and a whole bunch of introspection. One of my all time comfort read!

Mark of a Warrior by starryeyedknight

Summary: After the funeral for Theoden, Merry wakes up to a problem experienced by many a young man after a night of heavy drinking. The ink on his arm doesn't appear to be washing off… 

Why you should read it: This one shot explores the relationships Merry formed with the RIders of Rohan, the grief he has in common with them and how he found his place amongst the riders, all of this with delightful humour and lightness despite the initial situation.

Dancing with my punchlines by LiveOakWithMoss (rated M)

Summary: In which the sons of Fëanor throw house parties, the beer is terrible, 20-something hipster elves act like their drama is as bad as it is in canon, and macking on cousins is fair game.

Why you should read it: If you like a good old modern AU with tons of drama of various sorts, amazing ace representation and general Finwëans shenanigans, this is the story for you.

Old Maggie Took by @deadqueernoldor

Summary: The headcanon about Maglor, second son of Fëanor, lives hidden in the Shire? Yes.

Why you should read it: My ultimate comfort read series; featuring mouth-watering descriptions of food, kidnadopted fam and Maglor being an overgrown hobbit and trolling everyone in ME and Valinor. This is fluffy, this is silly, this is prefect.

Recommend up to 5 of your own fics (completed or WIP) from 2023 that everyone should read.

Dreams of Doom (rated M, warning for Major Character Death)

Summary: “She runs in the dark, alone. Where her feet carry her, she knows not, and her heart is heavy with dread. Someone - something - is watching her.”

Niënor from the moment she arrives in Brethil to her death.

Why you should read it: Because this fic is my firsborn child and I am insanely proud of it, especially since I went so out of my comfort zone to write it. It features two of my obscure blorbos and I poured my soul into it.

Ice Age(s)

Summary: Ice skating through the ages, from Idril learning with her grandfather to Elrond perpetuating the familial tradition.

Why you should read it: This is a fluffy fic, mostly, and it's also a gift for the amazing @echo-bleu. I also wrote it in a sort of trance in the middle of the night, passed out the moment I posted it and had no memory whatsoever of what I had written upon waking up in the morning, yet I still love this fic dearly.

I never wanted to walk in your steps

Summary: Tilda was ten, the same age Sigrid was at her birth, and her world was collapsing more than when Smaug had destroyed Laketown.

Why you should read it: Because I privately call this fic Hobbit angstfest. I took a sad, doomed ship and asked myself "how can I make it sadder?"

ar ámen apsenë úcaremmar

Summary: Few know of Findis the Faithful, eldest daughter of Finwë, who never lost hope for her family.

Why you should read it: I took my obscure blorbo and set her in a medieval-ish AU. It's sad and a little hopeful too and there's a lot of Quenya interspaced through the story.

Quiet morning in Gondolin

Summary: Idril and Eärendil spend some time together before the city wakes up.

Why you should read it: I'll put the link to the beautiful art that inspired this ficlet and let it speak for me.

And I tag everyone I tagged in this post who hasn’t already done this fics rec tag

[scullygazer]

Hi everyone! I never really post fic on here ever but I signed up for the AO3 bingo and I *think* I may have something for my first square 😊

This is "Crack Treated Seriously"

Tagging: @ao3tagbingo

Cutting it Close

10:57 AM- Fox Mulder's apartment

"Morning, Scully" Mulder said as he let her in and she quickly walked past him the moment he opened the door

Scully sat on the couch and let out a huge sigh "Good Morning, Mulder"

"Hmmm... judging by the way you walked in and were so quick to sit down, I'm not sure how "good" this morning is for you" he said, both with a smile and some concern.

He then noticed something different. Scully was in a typical casual Sunday outfit for a morning that she hadn't attended church with her mother. Jeans, a purple sweater... and a bucket hat???

What was this? Not Scully-like, for sure.

She must have sensed his confusion. Or the fact that he was staring at the top of her head and barely moving his eyes.

"Okay, you're probably thinking 'why the hat'" she said softly

"It's nice" he said "I've just never seen you wear one before like that. I had no idea you even owned a bucket hat."

"It's a long story" Scully began to explain...

The Previous Saturday, 3:32 PM

"Come on, aunt Dana, your hair is pretty! I wanna play with it!"

Scully had been babysitting for over four hours. Her energy battery, despite three cups of coffee and one Diet Coke, was nearly empty.

"Alright, Rachel" she replied slightly reluctantly "go ahead" she said as she squatted down and then sat on the floor while 4-year old Rachel sat on the couch behind her with her "Aspiring Hairdresser" kit next to her. It consisted of a hairbrush, a comb, a few ponytail holders and some hair clips. "Simple and safe enough", Scully thought.

Rachel began with the brush.

"Be gentle, Rach." Scully said, kindly. She wasn't one to want to crush a child's dreams but Ouch, she could feel that brush ripping through her ginger bob.

"I'm sorry, auntie Dana"

"It's okay, sweetie" she reassured her with a slightly pained smile. She was still feeling that brush even though Rachel had put it down.

What "Auntie Dana" had not counted on were the safety child scissors in Rachel's possession. She also didn't count on the fact that she was sleepy enough to get lost in her own thoughts for five minutes... enough time for Rachel to be a little creative.

Suddenly, Scully came to as she saw small chunks of red hair on her sweater. Her red hair.

"RACHEL SCULLY!!!" WHAT DID YOU DO???" Scully snapped. She began to touch the top of her head and then immediately ran to the bathroom for a look in the mirror.

Oh shit.

"Auntie Dana, I'm sorry!!!" Rachel said, beginning to cry. "Do you hate me now?"

Scully sighed. "No, I could never, Rachel. Just give me the scissors and never ever do that to anybody again ever. Promise me."

"I pwomise" Rachel said

The young girl jumped up towards Scully and Scully bent down to pick her up for a hug. She just couldn't stay mad at her. Rachel looked a little too much like she did at her age and her curiosity also was a trait the two shared.

Charlie, however... she had a bone to pick with her younger brother once he got home.

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Mulder's Apartment-

"I see" Mulder said. The story was honestly somewhat heartwarming for him. He felt Scully's pain (he even recalled Samantha doing something similar at that age with him as her "client") but the fact that even as an aunt, Scully genuinely loved her young niece so much. He knew she one day needed to be a mom. She loved kids and was incredible with them. He had also noticed that numerous times on cases. Hey, she even was gentle with the creepy ones they had encountered.

"Yeah" Scully said after removing the hat. It actually wasn't quite as bad as Mulder had expected.

"Scully" he said

She looked up at him "What?"

"You do know you're still beautiful, right? You know you're still the most beautiful woman in the world to me?"

Scully began to feel little tears form in the corners of her eyes

"I love you, Mulder" she said, grinning

"I love you too" He smiled

He pulled her in for a hug and kissed her completely bare forehead

"But do you want to see someone about this? I know a guy who is open Sundays..."

The End

A/N I refuse to accept that Charlie is estranged from the rest of the Scully family. I kind of see him as maybe being a divorced dad and having a couple kids. I want to believe (lol) he has an older son (the one who watched Babe on repeat, like Scully mentioned in "Home") and then Rachel. Writing this however makes me want to write more MSR stories with kids in them in addition to all the smut stuff I'm working on. If anybody has prompts, send them my way please and I'll love you forever 😊

[ilovedthestars]

Murderbot Fic Rec List: Ghosts

October is approaching, and it seems like a good time of year for some ghost stories!! (These are not all horror, and some aren’t even scary—if you’re looking for actual chills I’m not the person to go to, lol. These are just stories with ghosts.)

Mayday, Mayday, Mayday by TheSteelChimera 638 words, Teen And Up, Creator Chose Not To Warn

Ghosts aren't real, all evidence points to the fact that human superstition is just that, superstition.But wormholes are strange places, and the MNTS Perihelion knows that ghost ships are very real.

A ghost story featuring ART, and the last echoes of lost ships. The mysteries of wormhole physics are a perfect explanation for hearing voices in the void. I also highly, highly recommend the podfic by DevilWithABirdDress, which has some echoes and effects that absolutely enhance the spooky atmosphere.

Ill Omen by avg 5,511 words, General Audiences, Creator Chose Not To Warn & No Archive Warnings Apply

Despite the positive attributes of a ship ghost, there is one omen associated with its presence: no member of a ship blessed by its presence shall ever set eyes on it. It only ever becomes visible to the crew of a doomed ship.

An alternate universe ASR where Murderbot is a ghost!! Binding souls to survey habitats as a security service is absolutely something the company would do if it had that capability. Supernatural suspense and haunting as protection—the fantasy/sci-fi flavor of this one is very cool.

The Stowaway by Masu_Trout 2,712 words, Teen And Up, No Archive Warnings Apply

I wasn't even worried. That, I think, was my first mistake. Far outside of Corporation Rim, Murderbot meets a cargo bot with a strange story to tell.

A gem from wayyy back in the archive, published in 2017 when only ASR was out, but still impressively consistent with the tone of where the series has gone! Murderbot hears a ghost story that it doesn’t really believe, but then again…. This one also has a podfic available. the past is no forgotten promise by lunaTactics 1,942 words, General Audience, No Archive Warnings Apply

"It should have been creepy. I had been in places like this that were really creepy. But this wasn't. Maybe because I knew where the humans and augmented humans who had last used this ship had gone, that their descendants were running around all over this system." How can the ghosts of the past be frightening when they love, and are loved?     Remember us. We are a promise to you that there will always be hope.     You are home. The ghosts of the Pressy speak to their successors. Or, Murderbot is empowered to pursue the ideal SecUnit's rescue because Preservation's ideals support it.

A heartwarming ghost story, to finish off the list. Sometimes ghosts aren’t trying to scare you or keep you away—they want to welcome you home. This one gives me emotions (enough that I made art about it) and also has a podfic available.

If you have any favorite ghost stories from the Murderbot fandom, or otherwise spooky/seasonally-appropriate ones, please feel free to add on other recommendations! There’s several that I haven’t read myself but have heard many good things about.

[agirlwholovesrockstars]

faith, trust and pixie dust

☆AGATHA'S MASTERLIST☆

summary : you're in college and your roomie is a metalhead to your surprise he's not mean, despite your differences in style, you and him made an unexpected beautiful friendship with him

warnings : 18+ Eddie Munson x FEM!reader, Steve Harrington x FEM!reader, language, the story set in MODERN, they're both 20!, reader is an avid Disney fan in this, Eddie and reader are affectionate with each other but VERY platonic friendship!, very wholesome story, Eddie being a cutie, reader having a crush on Steve 🤭 a slight reader and Eddie having the same fears and little sad backstory (not so very triggering) but it will end up very heartwarming at the end! :))

what to expect : FLUFF🩷 like seriously, pure freakin' fluff fic in this, READER AND EDDIE WOULD BE BESTIES FOR LIFE AT THE END!

note to reader : I hope I am not mistaken, I haven't read anything that the reader is a fan of animation so I'm gonna make one that represents us geeks who loves to watch cartoons :))

author note : I'm projecting myself in here, if you didn't know it yet, I'm a cinephile so yeah literally any kind of genre! I love films and animation! I hope y'all enjoy this one 🫶🏻

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You can't even believe it, you're roomies with a metalhead

It's not what you expected on your freshman year but in a good way, you're just appalled

It makes you giggle a little whenever you came home to your dorm

The setting and the design of the room is so different, it's so very obvious that the two of you have different taste

Yours is more playful, the colors are lavender, baby blue, light pink in the bedsheets and for as him....well.... the most rock n' roll arrangement that you ever seen and to be completely honest

You kinda dig it

He is not what you thought he would be, you thought he would be a bully, mean, rude, messy or worse an asshole

To your surprise, he is a very kind and thoughtful dude, maybe even the best roomie/classmate that you could ever ask for

Plus, he's a gentleman! He's real sweet whenever he comes home he always brings you food for dinner even you don't ask for him to do it

While on the way to the University, you really thought you're going to spend the rest of the year dealing with some creepy dude, you decided to switch rooms to another and you have to admit that you got scared when you found out that a boy is going to be your roomie

You remember your first encounter together

"Damn" he stumbles on the door with his heavy baggage, clutching on his guitar hardly like it was the sacred thing ever

You turned your heel around to unpack your stuff, you got locked eyes with a rockstar on the front door

He immediately turns confused as his eyes roams around the room "Am I in the right room?"

You ignore his remark, you question him "Who are you?"

"Eddie Munson" he clicks his tongue as he try to introduce himself again "Well, actually it's Edward Munson, I prefer to call myself Eddie Munson a lot more"

You got amused to his personality, you chuckled "You're in the right room, Edward Munson" you say as you continue your task

"You're my roommate?" Eddie checks his paper one more look at it and turns his eyes back to you

You felt like from the tone of Eddie's words, it made you think like somehow he reads your mind before you can say anything, he says

"I could go to the headmasters office, you know, to change our situation better, it-it's the best for the both of us, so uh- if you're bothered that me being your roomie, no hard feelings here" he grabs his two heavy baggage and the guitar, he puts them down outside as he looks for school's staff

Judging by the way he behaves and it seems like he is a responsible kid, you changed your mind

You put down your boxes on your bed as you run outside of the room to find Eddie, he is now talking to a school's staff

"Oh no" you muttered, you quickly ran into the dorm's hallway as you apologize in the process for the other students bumped into you whilst running

You overheard Eddie's saying "Can you consider this" he gestures to the paper as he hands out to the school's staff

"I would like to change-" before he can finish you cut him off

"Change the bedsheets!" you say out loud not that you mean to but you're trying to catch up with your breath

"Uh- sorry" you cleared your throat, you carefully snatch off the paper that Eddie has given to the school's staff

Eddie couldn't be more confused as ever as he darts his eyes on you and the paper that you holding behind your back

"We would very like to change our bedsheets, it's kinda bit dusty and I have allergy to it" you shrug with your eyes saying "Please"

The school's staff stares at you and Eddie, grabs the walkie-talkie and says "I need a room service at-" looks at you for an answer

"Room 203" you say

"Thank you for alerting us, call us and you know where to find us, if you have any more concern" gestures at the school staff office just around the corner

"Yes, Thank you so much" you say as you both watch the school staff walk away

"Phew! That was close" you wiped the slight sweat from your forehead

"Why'd you do that?" He furrows his brows as he scans your whole face

"You're not as bad as I think I thought you would be, so, I'm sorry for like thinking of you that way" you smile tight-lipped, ducking your head down at him

A warm smile grows on his lips "Hey, it's alright, I told you, there's no hard feelings here"

"I suppose we can start over?"

"Sure, we can" he replies, as he starts to walk back to your room, you follow him walking beside

The whole dorm hall is noisy, lots of parents saying goodbyes to their daughters and sons, a group of friends screaming at each other as they celebrate for god knows what, packages and luggages everywhere

You and him start maneuvering towards the pile of stuff on every each of the room, as you both reach back at the place where you both was before

He lets you go in first, he starts carrying his things again and grunts as he puts them all down

He closes the door, he winces at the sound on going noise outside, he sighs the moment he heard the bird chirping in the window

You and him both faces crumpled up at the sound on the next room, loud banging and table screeching on the floor

You both turned around to face each other and laugh at the same time when you both have the same look

"Couldn't they get any more louder?" You joke

"The walls are thin, I'm afraid" he sarcastically says

He's right, the walls are too thin and you can hear other people's conversation if they're wouldn't be so loud about it

"You know what, I'm a bit peckish, you want to come with me?" Eddie says as he puts his hands on to his pockets as he waits for you to answer

You look over to your unfinished packing and it's been hours since you arrived and it's not bad to take a break from it

"Yeah, sure, Eddie" you say as you grab your small sling bag

"I feel really bad not knowing your name" he says as you go down the stairs

"It's Y/N"

"Ooh great name"

"Thanks, my dad gave it to me"

He nods and smiles at you as you both go inside the café, it's the only one that is near in the university, you breathe in the aroma of coffee in the air

"I assume you're a musician?" He lets you go in first again in the line

"Yeah, I am" he digs out to his pocket for his wallet

"What can I get for you? Miss?"

"One Alfredo Pasta and One Iced Caramel Macchiato, large"

"I'll have the Breakfast Platter and a Hot Cold Sweet Foam Drink, large as well, please"

"Breakfast Platter, huh?" you comment as you ready for your payment

"It's the Breakfast of Champions" he says as he made a rock n roll sign at you aggressively that it made you laugh

You both take turns on conversations about yourself and him

"I have a band back at home" he says as he chews on the Hungarian sausage

"No, shit?!" you swallow as you twirl your fork on the pasta

He chuckles "Yeah, I've always wanted to have a band of my own, we're on a break for moment because, you know, I chose Bachelor Of Arts in Music, we need to go for college and stuff" he says as he ates the scrambled eggs with waffles

"I get that, you miss them, don't you?" You say as you put the twirled pasta on your mouth

Eddie isn't homesick of the town that hates him, he is homesick because of the people that he love and care for are in it

"Yes, I do" he smiles for a moment as he remembers the memories back in Hawkins, he begins "How about you?"

"For starters, I love animation ever since I was a kid, that why I took Bachelor in Digital Arts"

He smirks at your Alice In Wonderland wallet that he saw earlier "That's why you have so many Disney related in your room"

"Oh that" you chuckled "Yeah, I am unashamedly being myself"

You're shocked at how he encourages you in that "As you should! Never let anyone else change you because you're different from them, Just be who you are, you will attract the right people for you"

"Like you?" You smirk at him and he laughs while holding to his chest

"Yeah, just like me"

"I'm starting to like you, Eddie"

"Likewise, Y/N" he winks at you and you rolled your eyes playfully

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You always laugh a little whenever you remember the memory of your blossoming friendship together back then

You're both at 3rd year and your goal is to graduate together

You and him made acquaintances over the years of the studying in the university

In overtime, it seems like it always ends up the both of you hanging out together

It also feels natural and if you look back of what you think of him again, you wouldn't believe yourself that you're bestfriends with a rockstar

You made the perfect decision of not letting him go in the first place, you found a great friend and a real friend that you know you can count on

You will always choose him over than some douchebags, you love that he doesn't mind you about being yourself, he even listens genuinely to your rambles about what you love the most, you couldn't be more grateful that you have a bestfriend like him

When you fell asleep on your desk, he always carries you into bed without any malice, you feel safe around him

Sometimes when there's no classes, others will go out and get drunk, meanwhile you and him would rather spend the entire night watching films and gush about it afterwards

He's so sweet when you find out waking up falling asleep on his bed, tucked in with his blanket, when you accidentally crash in there after a long exhausting day, you found him sleeping on your bed

You and him grow more and more close, giving each other's hugs, he even lays his head onto your lap while you're reading your textbook, he sometimes fell asleep in there and you always let him, he even lets you wear his bandshirt clothes when you ran out of clothes to wear especially when the damn washing machine in the basement always turns out to be out of order, you're gonna cross over the other side of the road just to wash your clothes sometimes you're too tired to do that

He always helps you to general cleaning your dorm room, he is so helpful and doesn't even complain about it, he just knows what to do without you telling him what to do

Your parents met him, they thought, he was your boyfriend and you know it that he is biting back a huge fit of laughter

You snickered slightly when you couldn't help it

You finally met Wayne, he visits when the sembreak begins, he likes you, he frowns a little bit when he finds out that you and him are not dating, either way he still loves you

"I would love to come with you and visit your hometown someday, Eds"

"Sure thing" he smiles at you

"And also I want to watch you perform!"

"My dear, he brings the best shows ever" Wayne says to you throwing his hands up in such admiration

"Oh my god?! I need to see it immediately!"

Eddie suddenly grows shy and he keeps saying "Wayne, come on, don't embarrass me"

"I'm not embarrassing you, I'm just so proud of what you become, my boy"

He became flustered and started fiddle with his rings "But you already seen me play, sweetheart"

"Yeah? Playing your guitar in our dorm room doesn't count"

"You really wanted to see me play so bad, huh?" He taunts

"I really do, like hello?!? It's my first time to have bestfriend like you! Eddie!" You annoyingly exclaimed

"Okay, fine maybe on Holiday's, You will visit my hometown and see me play with my band"

"Yes!" You cheered on excitement and Eddie just laughs on your enthusiasm

"But what about your family? Hon? Don't you celebrate your Christmas with them?"

"Well, they say I could go spend anywhere that I want this time.... so" you shrug

"So, it's a plan then!" Eddie mirrored your excitement

"Yeah" you grin at him and Wayne just smiles as he both watch you gawking about the plans for upcoming holidays

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Your parents gifted you, a new sets of clothes to wear and other things after they visited you on sembreak

You're ready, you're now settled to go with Eddie in Hawkins in the holidays

For as long as you can remember, you never have friends that takes this long, you always get used to seasonal friendships that didn't last longer than your new found friendship with Eddie

"Are you decent? sweets?" He says before he enters the room

You try to smooth out the crease of your short skirt and your loose long sleeved off shoulder top with cute designs on the front, you were your Nike's

"Yeah- I'm good" you respond

He dramatically taken aback "Wow, you look ravishing"

"Pfft, shut up, Munson" you say as you sling your bag around your shoulder as you double check the dorm room to see if you missed any important to bring

"No, I'm serious!" He holds his hands up

"You're never serious about anything, Eds" you put your hand around your waist and narrow your eye on him

"Well, that's true, but I meant what I said back there" he places his hand on his heart with a puppy look on his eyes

"You're only serious when you're so focused on your music sheet for Mr. Hudson" you start teasing him

He squeals at the mention of his professor's name and it made you cackle

"Jesus, that man was no joke, Y/N- he was scary!" He shudders

"Yeah, it looks like it" you jokingly said not looking at him as you check around once more

"If I never passed that project, I wouldn't have a Christmas vacation"

"I remember the fear on your face when you carefully look at the grade of your project"

He scoffs at you as he shakes his head

"It turns out that you passed! You're too hard on yourself and you worry so much- good thing you have a friend like me to take care of your drama" you roll your eyes at him as he drops his jaw at your words

"I'm the dramatic one here?!" He says with a unbelievable tone on his voice

"Yes, you are, Eds" you wink at him teasingly

"Yeah, says who cries while watching The Lion King"

You turned around to face him annoying expression sitting on your face

You want to wipe that smug look on his face

"It was emotional!"

"It was emotional!" He mocks you as he sniggers

You scoff at his action and you walk away from him, not responding at him because he irritates you

You hand up the dorm room keys and you shake it and it makes a sound a clinking keys and he turns off the light, checks the bathroom, and closes and locks door on his way out while you're leaning your back in the wall outside as you wait for him

"Aww, don't get too mad at me, sweetheart" he says as he put his hands together on a playful smile

One thing about Eddie is that you can't fight off the smile that is coming to your lips whenever he tries to brighten up your mood

"I will if you refuse to watch Disney movies with me, it's still on" you say pointedly as he puts his arms around your shoulder as he leans in to kiss your on top of your head

Eddie walked you inside of his van, helps you get up on his passenger seat

"So? What do you think?"

"I like your RV, it's nice"

"Wait- til' you see the rest of my family" he beams at you and there's such happiness filling into his eyes

If you're excited he is much more excited like you do too

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You both left the university early because you know it would be a long ride but it wouldn't be so boring because you have your bestfriend

He stops over to a gas station and thank goodness, there's a different restaurants to choose from

He doesn't wanna wake you up, you're so peacefully sleeping and he knows that you haven't been sleeping a lot lately since you're too excited for this road trip with him

He goes down and orders two cheeseburgers with fries and two vanilla milkshakes

He keeps glancing at the window to check on you

He goes back to the driver's seat and puts the two vanilla milkshakes on the cupholders and puts the brown paper bag on his lap

He holds your cheek carefully, he caresses it slightly patting it to wake you up

You groan around to face him, your eyes fluttering open, you feel a bit dizzy since you haven't ate anything yet, your stomach growls at the smell that lingers inside of the vehicle

"Join me, darling?" He flashes you a cheeky smile as he holds up the brown paper bag and a milkshake

You giggle as you rub your eyes, he hands you the cheeseburger

You and him both ate in comfortable silence

With his mouth full he says "We're like maybe in a half a mile now but still it's gonna be like a long drive, so, I suggest if you need something you better do it now"

"How many hours that we are in?"

"My guess is maybe 3 hours or 4 hours I think?"

You check your watch, you guys left in 7am and it's 10am already

"Oh, we're on the road for 4 hours now"

"Hmm, are you getting bored now?" He jokes

"No, not really, I like it, it's peaceful"

"I wish there's some more people like you" he says

"Why is that?"

"I don't know- other people will be like whining about how far it is and you're just like-"

"Like what?

"you're enjoying it"

You laughed "Of course! I'm enjoying! who do you think I am?!?"

"You're Y/N?"

"No, silly! I'm your bestfriend!" You hold his hand and his heart warms at your touch

"As long as I'm with you, whenever I'm with you, I will never be bored of every single thing we do, even with the normal stuff like this!" You point out to the steaming cheeseburger

He chuckles at your gesture as he takes a sip of his sweet beverage

"Never, huh?"

"Never ever will be, Eds" you squeeze his hands for reassurance as you both continue to eat your food

Eddie watches you as you sigh in content while eating cheeseburger and he always likes to watch you eat your fave combo

Dipping the french fries in the milkshake

You're so unreal, he never thought he could make another friend like you

You crumpled up the foil as you finished eating your cheeseburger as you throw it back on the brown paper bag

You told him you're going to the restroom even you told him a million times that you can go there by yourself but you know him- he wouldn't let you go alone, so you just brush it off and stop with the endless debating

He is so protective of you and it just really makes you happy

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The drive to Hawkins has been the most calming and really refreshing thing ever

You popped a music tape inside as you await for his reaction

He is never been so mean about to your tastes, it was just not really his thing, and you love him for that, just vibes along with you even isn't much of a bigger fan like you

The song starts and it's The Zombies - Time Of The Season

"No fucking way!" he laughs in disbelief while tapping his fingers along with beat on the steering wheel

You start swaying from your seat as you ask him "What?"

"You listen to this?!"

"Why? Is it bad?"

"No! It's just- sorry, sweets, it wasn't what I expected"

"Aside from me being a Disney fan, There's a hidden rockstar underneath" you wink at him and he just laughs more

"Well, aren't you just full of surprises"

"You shouldn't be surprised at this point, I wouldn't be listening to your hard rock music back in the dorm if I didn't like it, you know" you say as you sing along to the song

"Dang, I should've known, could've at least taken a note from it" he pretends to think deeply and it you start laughing

You both take turns singing along to the song as he tries to mimick some of the singers voices and it makes you giggle

🎶As he taken?

Anytime?

To show

To show you what you need to live

Tell me to slowly

Tell you what

I really want to know

It's the time of the season of loving🎶

He bops his head at the instrumental part and you start to dance onto your seat

It just feels everything, you never felt this much happier, shared laughs, sing-along, eating together

Eddie is the bestfriend you could ever ask for

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You saw the sign "Welcome To Hawkins" and you scream gleefully, you glance on your watch it's 3pm

Eddie laughs at your reaction as he says "Don't hurt yourself we're almost there"

The time you arrived in the Forest Hill Trailer Park

There's a bunch of kids roaming around the area, There's three guys that match the same shirt that you saw with Eddie that says "Hellfire Club", you assume that is Jeff, Gareth and Chris his bandmates, they look even better in person

On the other side there's 5 people that might be just as the same as your age, you thank to god that Eddie introduce them to you while you're looking around his photo album back in the dorm

Nancy, Robin, Jonathan and Argyle and Steve....the sight of him distracts you, he is hella attractive, Eddie didn't lie about him, you finally saw the marvelous hair that he has, it looks really good you can't deny it

You're too shy to compliment your bestfriend sometimes, he always made you feel pretty but you never gotten the chance to say that he is also looks so handsome

You assume the kids are Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Max, Erica, Jane and Will

"They're gonna love you, I give you my word, sweetheart" as if he can read your mind he pats your shoulder as he smiles at you

"Thanks, Eddie"

"No problem" he says, he take one last look at you before he goes down to meet his friends

Your heart flutters at the sweet reunion

"Hey, guys!"

"Eddie!"

The kids run to hug him as if he can hug them all the once entirely, they crowded him, you can barely see his posture, the only thing you can see from him is his massive brown locks of hair

"I miss you too" he says to each one of them

"How are you, man?" He made a handshake to the man that he told you his another bestfriend, Steve Harrington

You thought he couldn't be more attractive in pictures but to see him in the flesh, makes you even more nervous, there's a slight butterflies on your stomach with the way you see him smile

My god, there's no way you're crushing to his highschool bestfriend

You slowly open your the door and you walk towards them, all of them are extremely loud and you're gonna get used to that a lot from now on

Eddie heard the door open and he turns to you, they went silent and you can feel the stares taking you all in

Eddie gladly put his arms around you as they await

"Guys, This is Y/N, my freaking bestfriend in college, she's awesome" he proudly saids as he leans in more to squeeze you makes you feel less nervous

His bandmates groan, when they thought you're Eddie's girlfriend, Jeff won the bet you overheard Gareth and Chris start bickering with each other

All of them start walking towards you

"Hi! I'm Dustin! Dustin Henderson, did he tell you I'm his favorite bestfriend?" He raises his eyebrow

"Er- Yeah he did?" You look up to Eddie for help and he whispers "I got you"

"Henderson, There's no competition to who is the best" Eddie says as he stands closer to Dustin

"But it's the truth right?"

"Nah, Jeff is my first mate" he teases as he rans off away from Dustin as he follows him

"Oh my god, ever since he is such a dork!" You exclaimed while giggling

"I know right?!- Oh it's Robin, Robin Buckley" she says as she aggressively shakes your hand

Another girl coming in your way as she laughs at your confusion in your face "That's when you know you're talking to Robin, She's always energetic- I'm Nancy, Nancy Wheeler" she points out the guy with checkered polo "That's my boyfriend"

"it's a pleasure to meet you both"

"Hey, new girl! What can you say about Hawkins?" A long haired guy with a Surfer Boy's Pizza cap speaks up to your side, Nancy clears her throat

"Oh right, I'm Argyle" he gently shakes your hand

"And I'm Jonathan Byers, and that boy over there is my brother" he grins at you

"Hey, don't steal my introduction!" Will shouts as he comes to your direction from where you standing

"Sorry about that, I'm Will, Will Byers" he is such a charming kid, he smiles at you while shaking your hand

"Oh yeah, you're the one that Eddie told me that you love to paint right?"

Will smiles that reaches to his ear "Yes, you got that right! That's me! So you like art too?"

"Are you kidding? I love art!" You and Will both raving about each other's interests

"We got a geeks under the loose" Robin smirks

"There's more where that came from, Hello, I'm Lucas, Lucas Sinclair" he shakes your hand

"And I'm Max, Max Mayfield, I'm his girlfriend"

Lucas whispers to you "Don't ever call her, Maxine"

"What's that?"

"Nothing"

You giggle at them

"I'm Erica, Erica Sinclair, I'm Lucas sister" judging by the tone of her voice, she is very sassy, you don't want to mess with her

"You're very pretty" a voice so soft it sounds like it was a whisper, you turn around to look for the girl and it falls down on the cute but also very beautiful

"Oh? T-thank you"

"I'm Jane, Jane Hopper" she says with a kind smile

Another boy comes to her side as he intertwines his fingers with her "I'm Mike, Mike Wheeler, I'm her boyfriend, I guess you already meet my big sister, Nancy"

You nod at him "Yeah, she is very sweet"

Jeff, Gareth and Chris are the next ones to introduce themselves to you

Jeff is the first one to shake your hand while two are sniggering behind his back

"Hi! I'm Jeff and I play the bass guitar for- he offers his hand to shake hands with you

"Corroded Coffin" you smile as you take his his hand

"See? No wonder, my guy loves you" Jeff says to his friends

"Too bad they aren't together" the one with curly short haired guy with red and black checkered jacket

Jeff nudges him "Ow! Okay I'm sorry- I'm Gareth, I play the drums" he sloppily shakes your hand but you don't mind it anyways

"I'm Chris, I play the rhythm guitar, it's very nice to meet you"

"You too" you smile at them

"Got that all in your head, Y/N?" Robin laughs when you take a minute to look at all of them

"Yeah, I can remember all of you"

"There's one more that you missed though"

You tense up, that voice, you already knew who it is

You turn around your eyes fall for the ultimate heartthrob, you quote Eddie's words inside your head

You gasp a little, he's even more pretty up close

"I'm Steve, Steve-"

"Harrington"

"Yeah, I know who you are"

He chuckles, he looks right on your shoulder he runs his thumbs over your knuckles as he warmly shakes it

Oh, you feel might faint for any second now

"I hope I get a good first impression" he says, his hold on you he lets it linger for awhile until you before you can turn around to see where he's looking at- It's Eddie

"Are you okay? Sweetheart?"

"Y-yeah, I'm fine, I'm just a bit overwhelmed"

Overwhelmed by his bestfriend's beauty

"Oof, I'm so sorry about that Y/N" Nancy apologizes but you wave her off

"No- it's okay, I'm really happy to finally meet you all I know this place really means so much to Eddie" you smile to look up to Eddie who is already staring at you with a smile on his face

All of his friends smiles at you and him

"We should probably get going now" Jonathan says

"Yeah, I bet you both are begging for a good night's sleep because I am" Argyle yawns and you chuckle

All of the kids bid their goodbyes to Eddie, telling him they will visit as they can, Nancy hugs you before she leaves with Jonathan, Robin told you that Steve is crushing on you, you refused to believe, it's the first time you met him, she made it sound like-

Love at first sight?!?

Unbelievable, There's no way, you shake off at the thought, the last person to go home is his bandmates

You feel like they're up to something as you heard them snickering away from Eddie the moment you appear

"Where's Wayne? By the way?"

"Oh, he works at night and comes home by the morning, but I already told him that you're spending the holidays with us... so"

You hum in response, you look around the trailer, you smile in delight when you eye the mug collection

He carries his duffel bag and your knapsack inside

"What do you think of my family?"

You like that term that he uses, he treasures his people so lovely

"They're really great, Eddie, I love them already" you smile at him

"I told you so, they're going to love you as much as you love them!" He says as he shrugs off his jacket

"Got anything else in mind for dinner? We could call for food delivery, if you want" he checks the refrigerator, we need to do some groceries, he thinks to himself

It's very embarrassing to not have anything at the moment since you're his guest

"I really don't mind at all, Eddie, but Pizza would be good"

Eddie might get scared of how you easily read his mind like that- he'll do the same thing to you- it's like you're both think alike

"Pizza, sounds nice" he says as he closes the refrigerator door and headed towards the telephone

"I assume, Pepperoni and A&W?" A smile tugs on his lips

"You know me so well, Eds" you flop down on the couch as you lean in

He shrugs as his expression looks like he's saying "Can't help it"

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You thought your feeling of getting "merry" on Christmas Eve was long gone but you finally bought back to it

The celebration happened at Steve's house, the house looks so freaking expensive as your curious eyes look around at the beautiful interior design of his home

You didn't know that Steve from afar is watching you with a smile on his face

Everyone is there, full of enormous Christmas decorations everywhere, the dinner was so joyful that your cheeks hurt for too much smiling

You went home with so much blissful feeling with Eddie, throughout the entire evening he's making sure you're not missing out

"You look astonishingly good, Eds"

Eddie raises his eyebrows to your compliment, you've never complimented him before

"I know- it's a shocker" you say as you drop yourself onto the couch and let out a deep sigh when the soft cushion hits the spot on your back

"Why, thank you my friend" he says with a British accent, you snorted

He takes the seat beside you while putting his arm over you as you rest your head on his chest

"So, what do we do now?"

"Hmm, okay so, you made me try Scoops Ahoy, Surfer's Boy Pizza, I finally saw you played with your band at The Hideout which is super freaking insane!" He laughs at your words as he squeezes you

You went silent for a bit as he swings his head to look at you

You look over to your lists for christmas activities, you lift up your head and turn around to face him, you grin devilishly at Eddie, he can't ignore the mischief from your eyes

He's taken aback at your expression as he finally catch up to what is going on

"Oh no, it's not-"

"Yeah- it is! Today is the date!"

"This is a nightmare!" As he remove his arm around you making your head hit the cushion hardly it made your head bounce

You tutted "God- don't be such a killjoy! Eddie! Come on- it's gonna be a lot of fun! It's like watching films-"

"Yeah, but in animation" he groans

"I said while we're here I told you, we're gonna have a Disney marathon with a mug of hot chocolate in our hands!"

Eddie facepalmed at your words as if he is making the hardest decision on his life

He stands up and ignores for a minute of your protest

"Eddie Munson! You made a promise to me!" You held up your pinky finger to him

He chuckles "It's not metal!" he reasons with you

"There's some metal in it- why'd-" you give up to argue more as you shook your head at him

"Why don't you just try? Please? For me? It's my first Christmas here and I want all of the activities we made are memorable as possible" you say as you pout at him

He turns back to look at you and thinks for a moment, he blinks "Alright, alright, fine!" he groans in frustration

He goes back sitting beside your with his arms crossed

You put the Fox and The Hound you smirk to yourself as you testing the waters to see if he gets lost in the film

Eddie "The Cryer" Munson, your bestfriend, you made him cry so bad as he grips on the pillow shakily weeping

You already seen this film and it never fails to make you cry again, you swallow a laughter from your throat as you watch Eddie sobs beside you

You hand him over the box of tissues as he blows his nose while still crying in the process

"What the hell did I ever do to you, Y/N?" He turns to face you with stains of tears from his eyes and a bit swollen

You finally let out your suppressed laugh as you pick few pieces of tissues as well "Who's the dramatic one, now?" You smirk

He glares at you as he sniffles when the credits starts to roll

"You have some more?" He says

"More of what?"

"Disney movies!"

Oh, you got him right in your claws, he is invested and hooked

The look of stunned in your face makes him impatient

"Have you seen Atlantis : The Lost Empire?"

He shakes his head

"How about Hercules?"

"No"

"Please, don't tell me you haven't seen Brother Bear" you close your eyes as you peek your left eye out

His nose scrunches up "Yeah, definitely haven't seen anything from what you just mentioned"

"Eddie, what are you doing?!?" You snap at him

"I-I'm watching Disney movies w-with you?" He confusingly answers

"No- I'm saying why in the world you haven't seen them all yet?!?"

He laugh out loud "Okay, well maybe I have seen one and only one that is special"

"And that is?"

"Peter Pan"

You gasp "No kidding? That's a Disney classic!"

"Yeah- Wayne rented a VHS of it for my 7th birthday"

"Aww" you pinched his cheeks

He chuckles as he pushed your arm playfully

"Just make yourself comfortable because I already set the greatest animation films of all time!" You told him proudly as you cross out the first film that you watch on your list

"I think we're even now" he gives your hot chocolate, your wide-eyes darts back and forth in the thermos that he mysteriously hide and prepared earlier

"Oh, Eddie! You're such an amazing bestfriend!" You squealed in excitement

He laughed at Emperor's New Groove

He got traumatized by Cruella DeVill in 101 Dalmatians

He loved the friendship in Zootopia and the message behind the film

While Oogie Boogie from The Nightmare Before Christmas starts playing he says

"Now, this is metal" he says as he jams into the song as he ates the jumbo white squishy marshmallow

"Told you, this would be fun" you say as you crunch a buttered popcorn on your mouth

Eddie turns to face you as he tries to say something but he wants to let you know that he is eternally grateful for this friendship

"Hey, Y/N"

You're chewing as you lick the butter from your fingertips "Yeah?"

"Can I have a sec?"

"Oh, sure" you reach down for the remote and pause it

"I just wanted to say that I'm so happy and truly thankful that you're here with me, you know, letting me into your life, being your friend and it's just-" he breathy laughs "I just can't believe a made another friend, not just a friend, a real one."

Your eyes shines so much filled with joy as you flash a fond smile at him

"Me too, Eddie, I've been dying to talk to you as well never gotten the chance but here we are" you shrug as he took your hand to hold it

"You know, I haven't told anyone about this but I was so scared of my first day at college because it's such a cultural shock to me, the new environment and the reason why I'm so terrified of failing on one of my subjects because Wayne worked his ass off to get me to college and I don't want to let him down" he blink back the tears on his eyes

"I thought I wouldn't able to make friends because that's not Hawkins anymore, it's a different place, out of my comfort zone, as much as I hated the town has given to me"

You hold his hand tighter as he moves closer to you

Back in the University, you can tell he's having a hard time to open up to you and you don't want to push him for it

"I was blamed for something that I didn't do and my whole life I've been called as a town freak, yeah I've taken every shitty thing in that school, the bullies, the hate and all of that nasty shit" he angrily huffs

"You don't deserve that Eddie and I believe you've done nothing wrong"

"You do?"

"Yeah, Eds, you just continue to be unapologetically yourself and you shouldn't be ashamed of what you truly are"

You genuinely smile at him , you're honest he likes you for that

From that moment, Eddie knew that he had found another purest soul just like him

"I didn't mention to you before, that I hardly make any friends that stays with me"

"You're crazy, right?"

You chuckled "I'm serious! For the 20 years of my life, you're the only one that remained this long like this is the most longest friendship that I ever had"

"And I'm going to make it last, no wait- scratch that" he pauses

"We're going to make the most of it" he says as he starts to embrace you

You pulled back to look at him "I feel awful for not asking how you feel back in the University, I wish I could've at least help you out with your thoughts" you placed your hands on his shoulders with a concern look on your eyes

He smiles widely at your words "I knew I was right about you"

"About what?"

"My bestfriend"

You flash out a cheesy grin at him as you hug him back again

You're both back at being bestie shenanigans again

"I've heard this rumor about you having a crush on my bestfriend?"

"Who?" You ask dumbly

"You know who" he remarks with a raised eyebrow

"Steve Harrington?" He says as he nudges you in the elbow, with a playful smirk on his face

You scoffed at him as you laugh "Knock it off! Eds, now pay attention at the movie" ignoring the way your stomach flutters at the mention of his name

You both sat together as Sally and Jack sang their song together while he moves forward as he take in the most pleasing scene

"Do you have more?! I need more!"

"Oh my god, what have I done to you" you say as you search for more Disney films that he haven't seen yet

This will go on all night and you couldn't even more happier spending Christmas Eve with your bestfriend

[qwimblenorrisstan]

lesson learnt was so good!! the boys were casual enough to be heartwarming, but also knew not to be creeps. i miss that sometimes in the cod fandom lol

thanks for sharing it with us!! got me thinking of maybe reader forgets about their numbers, but ends up wearing price’s jacket out by mistake and bumps into him or one of the boys?

dunno, just hope we get to see more of them ☆

tyyy, I love all the fics with the more dark tropes, but I’m with you when some can feel a lil creepy and forced and generally more oc than the canon characters (No hate to the dark!fic writers, y’all doing gods work) but I’ll def be writing a part two soon with a lotta 141 fluff🫶🫶

[bnesszai]

May I know your top 3 favourite Dazai ships (either platonic or romantic) and why? Thank you ❤️

hello anon!

skk (romantic/platonic) - i could go on for a while but I'll try to keep it short. These two have so much trust in one another, no matter how much they try and claim otherwise. They know the other has their back. No matter what the situation, no matter how much time has passed, just. no matter what. They also definitely do hate each other because they see the worst of themselves reflected in the other BUT they also see the best of the other despite these parts, even if they try and deny it. They bring out the worst and the best in each other. When they're together, they don't have to have their guard or facades up. Together, they can enjoy the things they typically don't get to, such as arcades or just being stupid for no good reason. They can find their lost childhoods and the essence of who they could have been in a different world within each other. They also understand each other on such deep level. they don't even need words or signals. They just know. They also believe in the humanity of the other despite, once again, how much they try and deny it.

kunicuuzai (romantic/platonic)- kunizai on its own is okay, but i prefer all three together for reasons that are probably just stupid and personal but meh. anyway. You have the above dynamic but also added in you have Kunikida who is an idealist. He is someone who never wants to see someone die before his eyes. He is a self-sacrificing, bleeding human who has seen horrors but always chooses good (i have some hcs about a delinquent past but that's a different story). He can help Dazai and Chuuya see their humanities and the good parts in themselves that they feel they have lost. He can soothe over some of their aches and pains in a way neither Chuuya or Dazai can do for themselves or each other because Kunikida has never been in an organization that has asked him to kill ruthlessly, relentlessly. He also is the only one who can keep their bullshit shenanigans to a more tolerable amount (that said, he also loves shenanigans. he also loves safety and getting home on time for dinner). Dazai and Chuuya help Kunikida see the more fun things in life and how it can be okay to deviate from his schedule sometimes. Sometimes, it's okay to be horribly selfish.

Dazai and Oda (platonic only)- I was a lil torn between saying Oda or Atsushi or Ango for my platonic relationship, but ultimately, Oda did have the largest impact on his life (I have gone on rants about him and Ango before and probably will do so again). Anyway. There is the way Chuuya understands Dazai, but then there is the way that Oda did. Oda could see the deep lonlieness inside of Dazai. He could see that Dazai is too smart, too clever, too something to ever find something that will fulfill him in life. And that's heartbreaking. And yet, Oda tried his best to help Dazai out. He kept him company, he indulged him (I'm pretty confident Oda always knew Dazai was lying about his injuries), and he surely taught Dazai many things and comforted him to the best of his abilities when he could. Oda understood Dazai as if Oda had lived a life inside his body (i cannot think of a less creepy way to describe this sorry xD). Oda understood Dazai. Oda called Dazai a friend. Oda cared for Dazai and encouraged him to at least find the beauty in life, to atl east use his talents for good, even if none of it will ever make Dazai truly want to live. It's incredibly heartwarming and tragic all at once and GOD. reading tdipud (both sides) and Beast really makes Dark Era hurt that much extra. In every fic I write, I want Oda to be alive so they can be happy together as stupid friends, but his death is so vital to Dazai's development that I have not been able to bring myself to keep him alive thus far. Perhaps someday I can let them be happy (doubtful).

[uncannycerulean]

Favourite Fics of June (HP version)

I'm taking inspiration from the fantastic @stationintern who's just made a list of favourite June reads, so I decided to share mine in ascending word-count order:

Adeste Fideles by marycontraire (T, 1.4k words, Seamus/Dean)

Set in the 7th year, while Dean is on the run, this fic is a short yet beautiful slice of life… every sentence packs a punch, this is one to come back to.

Hold Back the Tide by @andithiel (T, 2k words, Draco/Harry) I had the pleasure of beta-ing this fic, and it actually made me squeal. A fluffy & funny 8th year fic about daring to love out loud. (Bonus points for swoon-worthy Neville) 

A small step for a boy by @serenaew (G, 2.6k, Severus & Harry)

This is Severus raising Harry after he’s been saved from the Dursleys. It’s sweet and fluffy*, and Severus is a great parent, yet his characterisation is perfectly believable!! Also lovely writing - the pacing, the mood, the descriptions are all spot on. *(tw past canon-typical child abuse)

Rosmerta’s Special Brew by lumosatnight (T, 6k words, Rosmerta/Andromeda)

The perfect fic for pride month, this is so charming and silly and uplifting. It’s a story about how Madam Rosmerta became the unofficial Queer Crisis Counselor for Hogwarts, and that one time she needed help herself. 

Beneath The Wave by Moonflower_Rose (M, 30k words, Draco/Harry)

The one where giant rabbits have to be returned back to a creepy island, Harry cooks all the food and Draco is dramatic as ever. Mythology, cottagecore Harry and a dangerous adventure - this fic has it all! I honestly enjoyed every bit of it. 

The Horcrux Hunt by @lostmykeysie (M, 142k words, Remus & Regulus, background wolfstar)

I don’t even know where to begin with this fic! It’s simultaneously funny and serious, heartbreaking and heartwarming, the perfect Reggie-lives AU… I have never read a better characterisation of Remus, and I utterly fell for this one! (Beware though, it is the first part of two, so you may get hooked)

[squibstress]

HP Rec Fest - Day 26

Prompt: A fic with an ending you can't stop thinking about @hprecfest

Haeligeweille

Characters: Argus Filch, Mrs. Norris

Creator: redsnake05

Rating: T/PG-13

Word Count: 8,052

Summary: When two Unspeakables set out on a bright summer day to continue their arcane research into holy wells, no one, least of all Argus Filch and Evadne Norris, expects it to end as it does. The bitterness of life without magic is pervasive, corrosive, and there is little light to find their way. One day, though, they'll walk that sunny path again.

Why You Should Check It Out:

"Haeligeweille" is a marvelous fic that does one of my favorite things in fandom: it visits a character that's played largely for fun in canon and gives him a backstory that is touching, thought-provoking, and very believable.

The author shows us how Argus Filch became so attached to Mrs. Norris and how they came to Hogwarts together in the wake of a tragedy. The story lyrically weaves different and very complex types of magic into a haunting story that makes Argus human and paints a relationship between him and Mrs. Norris that is both heartbreaking and heartwarming.

Monster Mash: I Asked My Love

Pairing: Minerva/Severus

Creator: Milotzi

Rating: M/R

Word Count: 1,202

Summary: Severus Snape would like to have a conversation but gets ignored

Why You Should Check It Out:

Lyrical, creepy, obsessive—this is observant Snape at his mordant best, a brief ghost story about love, loss, and making uneasy peace with the outcomes of our lives.

[toxicanonymity]

A little😬 personal message/love letter💌

Tw: fluff and lots of praise💕

I’ve been meaning to write this for some time but your awesome milestone seems like a perfect opportunity to congratulate you and express my gratitude! Was hesitant to call it a love letter cuz it might sound creepy😅 but I remembered WHAT we enjoy in these parts and creepy is kinda the highest praise so I’ll stick to calling it a LOVE letter! Which it IS!💜

I’ve been reading your stories for some time now, but surprisingly not as long as I thought. 🤔They’re such a big part of my day/life/heart now that I could swear I’ve been enjoying your work for a long time. But no, just a few months or so. At first I’ve been lurking around, scared to comment on/reblog the depravity of it all😝, but your talented writing sucked me in real fast and I decided to let my depraved self free. Also there was an urge to shout at you about how amazing your stories are! So let me do just that.

I love you, your stories and everything you share with us! Your writing is incredible, the characters are so vivid in my mind that I feel I could touch them/ and hell I’d love to hehe😏 The other day I was about to comment that your NW-coded Ghostface was so true to NW character with his talk and all, but stopped and thought to myself ‘wait, of course she described him perfectly, it’s HER character!!’😅 So I guess in my mind your Joels are authentic Pedro boys like Javi p, Dieter etc.

The writing process that you shared amazes me! I respect it so much! You put your soul into it and dedicate so much thought, care and time to it! Thank you!🙏

And giiiirl the range on your writing!!👏Your stories can be scary, angsty, fluffy(YES I said it) and funny! And I wanna highlight this word FUNNY! Another thing that gripped me by the “balls” in your blog is your sense of humour. I value it in people greatly. I love your subtle jokes and often cackle reading your fics and answers to asks. And last but definitely not least your smut be smutting like no one else’s. 🥵👏🙌🙌🙌

Also you created a whole ass community for your readers, and I think not only your writing but also your amazing personality is the reason why we feel so welcomed and comfortable on your blog. Thank you for this too!💜

I love fanfiction and there’re so many wonderful writers on this hellsite but you’re definitely my favourite!🥹

If you ever need any help, advice or whatever from silly little me I’ll be there for you! Sending you a hug and two hundred white roses jttJoel style😁🫂💕💕💕 love you!

And sorry for the wordiness😬

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I've been writing Joel for less than three months and it rly does feel like so much longer that we've been interacting. Y'all are honestly a huge part of my day/life/heart, too.

It makes me so happy when people embrace themselves, depravity and all. When you embrace yourselves you embrace me and each other, too. I've never acknowledged a milestone before, but I realized it's not really about me, it's about "the community," like you said. And nothing makes me happier than people feeling welcomed and comfortable here. And what you said about the community, that's when I thermal printed this lol. 🖤

The fact that you imagine night walks as a distinct pedro boy is like the highest compliment I can imagine for a Joel. And thank you for saying that about my range 🥹 it's cool being notorious but I do enjoy variety 🖤 I def try not to take myself too seriously so I'm glad you enjoy those lighter moments and that they don't nullify the smut completely. 😅

I remember that time you were literally the only one who laughed at my silly joke, and I was like, I can always count on you, and it was a heartwarming moment lmaooo, Found it. It's true, I can count on you, and will not hesitate to take you up on it when I need advice. Thanks again for spraying the water bottle into my mouth when I was in the stepdad boxing ring with myself.

I let my SO read this and I think he "gets it" now -- that it isn't just posting depraved shit for internet strangers (he was supportive of that too, though lol). So thank you for putting it into all these beautiful words. 💖

Lots of love and an ipad and iphone to you from trouble!Joel.

🖤🖤🖤

[yandere-writer-momo]

Monster F-er Presents: Grimm’s Darling Fairy Tales!

A mix between Brother’s Grim and Disney Movies brings you the magic of sweet dArK adorable, and heartwarming PoSsEsSiVe romance between the Darling Reader and the main character/s of each story! Including magic, dEaTh fantasy, GoRe and finding your true love! yOu BeLoNg To ThEm-

As your being forced against your will to stay and never having the chance to go home-

So stay for awhile! Either lay down in bed or sit in a chair and read each and every story, until it satisfies you to your heart’s content! WhY aRe YoU cRyInG?

You can’t leave, why would you want to leave??? Is there someone who’s making you scared? Who is it?! We’ll KILL them so they’ll never bother you again!! WHERE ARE YOU RUNNING!?!??!!!

ErRoR eRrOr ErRoR

What do you think? I tried to do a spine-chiller type of thing here (I don’t know if it was good or not since this is the first time doing it) with a few ideas on some classic Fairy Tales but with some Rizzy Twists (Or Twists you think would work better)

Sorry if that was creepy or not creepy enough (Did you get some Goosebumps?)

If you’re curios, I can send you the Starring List of Each Baki Character with the star; Darling Reader! (It’s just the Name Titles and ‘Star Actors’ for each Story, along with the simple Plot Line, but with a Twist!)

Example;

Little Darling Hood

Characters: Reader (As ‘Little’ short Darling Hood as the cute little baker, who comes to Jack’s ‘aid’ not realizing her mistake)

Jack (As the Hunter/Lumberjack of the town that lives deep in the woods all alone secretly the infamous Big Bad Werewolf that terrorizes nearby villages by devouring their cattle, livestock and foolish hunters that think they can kill him)

Plot: Jack Hanma is the Hunter and Lumberjack of the small village and falls sick, but his size and stoic demeanor makes everyone too afraid to help him, except for sweet and kind Reader, who decides to go to his cabin to take care of him! (With a basket full of medicine, pastries and the meat and vegetables he gave her as a gift yesterday)

However, Reader doesn’t realize that ‘poor’ Jack isn’t sick, but he’s actually in his Heat Cycle trying to stay away from said cute baker to not scare her (But now that she’s in his cabin, he’s going to devour her whole, and not in the way she thinks)

Jack please be gentle, you wouldn’t want to scare your mate would you? Let her know she’s safe, after all she accepted your proposal! That’s why she came to you with the food you gave her before your cycle started, to show you can provide for her better than anyone else, and she came to CARE for you, like a kind and loving mate should do!

And before you ask, YES Jack will look a cross between Human and Werewolf at the moment (He looks bigger to, but it’s his very soft and fluffy fur that makes him look beefier than he usually looks, which is covering his entire body minus some of his face)

I hope this wasn’t weird (My ADHD is running wild right now and I can’t stop it) Proceeds to stare into the distance with a deranged look realizing how much of a freak I really am I really like your stuff and I’m know for getting to hyper-fixated on things I really like (Your writing is the stuff I like)

Another potential fic to add to my queue.

My WIPs so far

Kizaki x fem!reader x Yandere Hanayama 🌶️

Yeti Sikorsky x Sacrificial Bride reader x Dwarf Gaia

Orc Jack Hanma x princess reader (450 special)

Biscuit Oliva x Sugar baby reader 🌶️

Werewolf Jack x R.R.H reader 🌶️

Collab with @de4thbl4de 💕 (might hold a poll for who we should write about)

[kjack89]

hey I love you and your fics sm that i think i might have developed a crush on you cuz i am painting how would it be to live with you, who can create so many incredibly heartwarming love scenes... sry that sounds creepy but i just want you to know that you are such a good fanfic writer!! and i would be very much prepared to have your book if one day you suddenly announce the publication of your works!! 😉

First and foremost, I personally don’t find that creepy (ymmv of course) 🥺 though I do feel like you should be warned that living with me is actually not nearly as exciting as you might think seeing as how I mostly don’t move from my chair.

Secondly, I’ve been holding off on saying anything because it may not actually come to pass but…I think I’m going to try to turn An Agreement Between Gentlemen into an actual novel 😱 While it needs a lot of editing, mainly to better establish the characters absent the Les Mis connection, as well as to get rid of the Lady Whistledown stuff, it’s the closest thing I’ve ever written to a novel and since it’s already like 80% there, I figure, you know, why not.

Of course I have no idea what to do once I actual get it edited to a publishable point but I figure that’s future me’s problem 😅

All of which is to say thank you, I love you too, and maybe some day soon you will actually have a kjack89 book on your shelf!! ☺️

[elliesbelle]

hi hi hi belleee ♡(ᐢ ᴥ ᐢし)

just needed to come tell you, i’ve been binging your series fic ‘nobody compares to you’ all day and i am in awe and in love. like seriously. first of all, the way you portray ellie feels so canon to her character ughhhh… your worldbuilding is so good, and the plot is amazingly original and noteworthy, but also implements so many little pieces of tlou within it… it’s so heartwarming.

the detail you put into your writing feels so evocative, has me giggling, gasping, swinging my feet, and talking at my phone screen at every twist and turn. like reading your stuff feels like i finally successfully shifted to my desired reality. you are so talented, and i’m so happy to have stumble across your writing — (hope you don’t mind that i am currently building a little nest on your tumblr page for me to live in…)

i will stop gushing creepily now but you are awesome here are your flowers ◟(ᵔ ̮ ᵔ)͜💐

mmkay bye for now <3333

omg thank you so v much!! this was such an amazingly sweet ask to receive and i promise i didn’t find it creepy at all ♥︎

thank you for appreciating this series so much! i put so much time and effort and thought into it, and having that acknowledged is so rewarding

i love the tlou universe so much that writing fics for it gives me so much joy and i hope to give y’all joy thru my writing as well ♥︎

[call-sign-shark]

https://youtu.be/nHzryjT9d5w?si=jde0oEYsNLmuJZh-

*breaths* HELLLO AND WELCOME TO MY RED TALK !!!!! ITS BEEN MONTHS SINCE I DECIDED O WAS GOJNG TO DO THIS AND LO BEHOLD YOU HAVE DONE IT AGIN SHARK 🦈

(Also another thing on why I haven’t been able to send any asks as much was because life has been kicking my ass lately and sometimes just seeing your works helped me get through some tough times. Also ps.

I got Covid 🤠 and got sick a couple of weeks after thanksgiving while also being on my period and suffering from a lot of stuff but I would like to say thanks so much for being one of the people to help me through the times I was going through because your work keeps me entertained whenever I feel bored)

Bravo 👏 shark 🦈 you deserve several nominations for this amazing writing and you have shown time and time again that no matter the circumstances and trials and tribulations, you continue to pump out works that I could only dream of making and posting for the world to see.

Also, ORIEJSJAJAHAHABDNDNDNDJDJ

Shshjejejwhwuffjjrjejejesksksk

What was those creepy fics about being cannibals heaven and auther I mean and I thought nick was bad 😭 I was so scared I had to go hug my mom for 5 minutes 😭😭😭😭😭

Also I wanted to take this small moment to say you are beautiful and phenomenal because of what you done and just how amazing you would be in general to probably meet someday. But I digress

(Pictures at the bottom)

(Me when I can’t wait to see heavens heart break when she finds out that auther is dead) I can’t wait and I might maybe listen to some even more sad music because I don’t feel depressed enough 😝

But yeah thanks for coming to my red talk and I hope you have a merry Christmas 🎁🎄

THE SHIA INTRO. I’m laughing sm.

Welcome back Jovin, I think you can’t imagine the smile you’ve put on my face when I saw that you posted a new episode of Red Talks in my inbox.

1) I Hope you’re feeling better right now, COVID and periods is such a shitty combination. That must have been extra painful, babe. You’re super brave for going through it. Also Im sending love and positive vibes for your life, hoping things will settle down soon. I am honored my works helped you a little bit during this harsh period of your life.

2) Thank you so so much for your nice compliment about the next chapter of Heaven in Your Eyes. I’m so relieved it’s out after almost two months of struggle! I surely don’t deserve your heartwarming compliment about my writings, but thank you so much. From the bottom of my heart. You and the other mutuals are what motivates me. You sincerely help me too. 🖤 And pretty sure you are a fantastic person too, would love to chat around a coffee with you.

3) LMAO!! Sorry for traumatizing your with The Woods Whisper. And to think it was supposed to be far more graphic and disturbing than it already is! This is a AU I’m super proud of even thought it isn’t popular. (Still have to reply to comment though, but I didn’t cause I posted it when my anxiety was at its worst IRL)

4) And finally, your dream of watching Heaven’s breaking at Arthur’s death will soon come true… My advice is to already prep the saddest playlist you can find. 😈

Arthur is unhappy tho