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lovestruckelf · 3 months ago

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We Saved Each Other (Legolas x Reader Short Story)

Read on Ao3 "We Saved Each Other -Chapter 1"

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CHAPTER 3: A03 or Tumblr (HEAVY NSFW)

Summary: Reader and Legolas are ordered to keep a band of orcs away from the Woodland Realm. Their love for each other is their greatest strength as Reader saves Legolas from the blade of an orc and he returns the favour by guiding her back to health during the weeks after the battle. Their love flourishes into something deeper as they tentatively tip-toe around each other, wanting something more but being too reluctant to approach the subject until the tension becomes too much and they both finally fall into each other.

Note: This will likely only be a two chapter short story, possibly three depending on where it takes us. The first chapter is the lead up to the reason why this story was originally written as I didn't want to write a smut piece with no plot. Hope you enjoy it! Kudos and comments are so appreciated.

Pairing: Legolas x Reader (female elf)

Warnings: head trauma, stabbing, angst, smut, virginity loss, fluff fluff and more fluff.

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For the second week you had woken up in the healer's rooms under observation after slipping into a coma for the better part of a month. The last thing you remember was battling a small group of rouge orcs that were trespassing within the King's forest. Your squad along with 4 others which were led by the prince had been ordered to remove them with haste. The sound of metal on metal and arrows flying through the air could be heard in all directions. Being the experienced warrior you are you were more than capable of holding your own as you took down orc after orc as though it was child's play. As always, your main concern was looking out for and protecting your closest friend and the other half of your heart who always fought alongside you. With the prince in your sight at all times, you continued to fell the foul beasts with both your knives and arrows. Glancing around to check on Legolas, your heart dropped when you noticed an orc coming up behind him with it's sword raised as the prince was already engaged in a hand to hand battle with another beast. Without hesitating you went to load an arrow into your bow to save the prince but your quiver was empty and you hadn't realised. Panic set in as you knew that you would not reach the orc in time before they cut down the light of your soul and you made a quick decision that left you defenceless. You yelled across the way, "Legolas! Behind you!" hoping your plea would reach the prince as you threw your long elvish knife with deadly precision and it embedded itself in the orc's skull.

With a deep sigh, you took a moment to recover from the shock and felt relief that Legolas was ok. That was until you heard the prince call out at you, "Y/N, ON YOUR RIGHT!" but before you could turn your head to see what Legolas was warning you of, you felt the sharp sting of a small blade pierce the side of your body and the scream that left your mouth echoed through the forest. You had no weapon with which to protect yourself as you brought your hand up to stop the swing of the sword the orc was hurling in your direction. Connecting your hand with the pummel of the sword and stopping it from running you through, you heard the prince yell out as he was frantically trying to reach you. You were looking directly into the orcs hateful eyes now and heard his evil laugh as he grabbed the hilt of the blade still embedded in your side and twisted. Letting out a blood-curdling scream, your sight was temporarily blinded from the pain of the action along with being headbutted with such force by the orc in front of you. Dropping to your knees, your vision was blurred but your hearing was still acute and you heard Legolas' screams and rapid footsteps approaching but so did the orc. The disgusting creature knew he was out of time and just before the prince reached you both, the orc raised the handle of the sword high above you and smashed you violently against the side of the head just above your right ear. You fell to the ground hard as darkness took hold of you and did not relent until you woke within the healing chambers of Mirkwood almost four weeks later.

During your recovery, Legolas did not leave your side. When you eventually woke from your coma he was there and each morning after that as your eyes adjusted to the new day's light, he was there still. This morning was no different as you looked over to the side of the bed and found the elf you loved most in this world sat within the chair resting, his hand moulded into yours as you both slept. The wound in the side of your body was healing well and the pain in your head was slowly fading with time. You had insisted that you be allowed to return to your own private chambers to continue your recovery but the healers and the prince would hear none of it, concerned that you may have sustained greater injury that was not able to be seen. Being kept for observations was the final decision and even though you wanted nothing more than to rest in your own bed, you agreed for the sake of your best friend. The compromise was that if all was well and your body continued to mend after two weeks of observations then you would be allowed to return to your chambers and this morning marked the agreement.

Slowly you moved to sit up and while your wound was healing well, it was still tender and you tried to not make a sound as you shifted your body back up against the headrest. Sensing movement, Legolas' eyes snapped into focus and his body jolted awake looking at you with great concern. "Shhhh, my love," you began, squeezing his hand reassuringly, "it is well." Legolas sat on the edge of his seat eyeing you over, making sure all was in fact well. You began speaking again, "Good morning, my prince. I really wish you would take proper rest within your chambers. I am quite alright now." Looking up into your eyes while shaking his head slightly and holding your hand in both of his now, Legolas responded, "Good morning, my y/n. I trust you slept well?" Looking back into his eyes with the same amount of love you smiled, "I think you know the answer to that already. You never leave my side. Please, take some rest." Legolas brought your hand up to his lips with both of his and laid three gentle kisses on top of it, "I shall rest when you are back on your feet, meleth nin". You smiled down at him as you watched him press his lips against the back of your hand and you felt love spreading throughout your body. "Well while on that note, this new morning officially marks two weeks since we came to our agreement.". You watched the prince with curious eyes wondering how he was going to respond. With your hand still within both of his and his breath gently caressing the back of it, you noticed he did not move or say anything. Instead just sat there as he understood your meaning.

Trying to get his attention once more, you removed your hand from his grasp and gently placed it against the side of his face, "My love? Did you hear what I said?". Legolas subtly nodded his head and let out a defeated sigh, "Yes, meleth. I heard you. I just do not completely agree with the choice but a deal is a deal. You are still healing and must not push yourself to the point of beginning the recovery all over again. Your tenacity is one of the many things that I love about you, but you must look after yourself and listen to your body. Can you do that please? For me?" You felt that your heart would burst from the words spoken from your beloved which were full of love and concern for you and you couldn't help the smile that lit up your face. This was not lost on the prince who was thoroughly confused, "I'm serious, y/n. Do not make me worry for you". This elicited a small chuckle from you which further confused the prince, "I know, my love, I know. Forgive my actions but I believe you would be concerned for me whether by my choice or not." Legolas playfully scoffed a little, "Well, yes, I suppose you're right. Just don't make me worry more than is absolutely necessary." Grabbing his hand now, it was your turn to bring it up to your lips as you placed a small kiss upon his knuckles, "You have nothing to fear. My recovery continues and I will feel much better from the comfort of my own chambers."

You saw a small wave of reassurance wash over Legolas' features as he moved to sit back comfortably in his chair. His hand remained within yours and you couldn't help but listen to your feelings telling you there was more on his mind. Gently squeezing his hand to get him to look at you, you decided to ask him. "Legolas, there is more you're not telling me, is there not? Do not feel as though you need to hide anything from me. What troubles you?". With a deep sigh, Legolas sat foreword once more and gently ran his thumb over the top of your hand while deep in thought. Watching him and allowing him to gather his thoughts, you wondered what could be plaguing his mind. "You are still not completely well, y/n. It worries me you being on your own within your chambers. What if you have a fall and reopen your wound? Or worse, fall and hit your head while it is still healing in ways we cannot see? There would be no one there to help you until it would be too late and I cant... I cant..." the prince's trembling voice fell silent as his head hung low and he shook it, fighting back the tears. Your heart lurched in your chest as your heard the turmoil in his voice, "Hey, shhh shhh, my love. Please, look at me." you gently requested as you tried to bring his face up to look at yours. He allowed you to guide his eyes up to look into your own and what you saw left you heartbroken. Glassy eyes that were full of unshed tears bore into yours and you gently ran you thumb over one of his cheeks. "What can't you do, my love. Tell me". Legolas' eyes closed as you asked him to finish his earlier statement and the unshed tears fell down his face. Opening his mouth, a shaky breath escaped before he began speaking at a volume no louder than a whisper, "I can't... lose you again, y/n. I can't."

Legolas' words left you speechless and you brought your legs around to hang them over the edge of the bed to bring your body closer to the prince's, providing him comfort. "Oh, my love. You won't lose me, I promise. I'm here and I'm staying." you swore as you brought your arms around his shoulders and he placed the side of his head against your chest wrapping his own arms around your waist, silently weeping. Running your hand through his hair to soothe him you heard him speak, "But I did lose you, y/n. For almost four weeks I did not know if I was ever going to look into your eyes again. Hear the sound of your voice or be able to caress your lips with my own. I was living in hell and then my father came to see me and spoke of what would happen should you have left us. I couldn't breath let alone bare the thought of living in a world without you in it. Especially knowing that I was the reason why your life was in the balance in the first place." The prince took a breath and a moment to collect himself before continuing, "When you woke, I felt as though my life had purpose once more. The relief was like nothing I had ever experienced. It was like my life had started anew and a new sun shone upon me for the first time. My soul embraced yours as it returned to us and hasn't let go." The sheer amount of love and pain in Legolas' words had you breathless and shocked. "My love, I'm so sorry to have put you through all that emotional turmoil." you said as your hold on his body tightened, trying to ground him to the present.

You felt Legolas shake his head against your chest before he moved away to look at you. Bringing your face between his hands, he brought your forehead down a little so he could gently place his lips upon your forehead before replacing them with his own. You both closed your eyes as you took in the presence of the other and let the intensity of the moment wash over both of you. Legolas whispered, "Do not apologise, meleth. It is me who should be seeking forgiveness as you protected me and left yourself defenceless. Your loyalty almost cost you your life and for that, I shall never forgive myself." Bringing your hands up to hold the top of his which still held your face, you gently shook your head, "Would you not have done the same for me? No forgiveness is necessary. It was an act of love, not loyalty, and should it had been my last, I would have gone onto the next world with a full heart knowing you lived by my hand." Legolas gently moved his face away from yours slightly to look into your eyes and you saw a mixture of admiration and love within them as he took in your words. The next thing you felt was his lips upon yours as he kissed you passionately in response to your candour. The amount of love flowing through Legolas in the moment had overwhelmed him and it was the only response he felt he could provide after hearing you speak. His thumbs caressed your cheeks as he kissed you desperately and your hands rested on his wrists, caressing him the same. The kiss was long, intimate and spoke more truth than any words ever could.

Reluctantly breaking the kiss, the prince brought his hands down to hold yours within your lap as he moved closer to the edge of his seat, closing the gap between you both. "Meleth, I am aware of our agreement regarding your return to your chambers as of today. If I may, I have one more request if you would listen to it?" You looked at your beloved and nodded your head encouraging him to continue. Taking a deep breath, Legolas found his courage, "If you would have me, I would ask to join you in your chambers to ensure your health and safety until you are able to truly take care of yourself without assistance. I would request separate sleeping quarters are made up so you can be comfortable with your own space as needed." The request had shocked you as people of your realm did not share chambers until marriage but you understood Legolas' concern and if you were being completely honest with yourself, the idea excited you a little which you kept hidden. "My love, we are not wed nor have we even spoken upon the idea. Would your father even approve of such a thing?" you asked reluctantly, not wanting to know the answer. Legolas tightened his grip of your hands and smiled, "I have already spoken with him about it and it took some convincing but he saw my reasoning and agreed that you would need support for at least a little while." Your heart jumped at his response and you tried to hide a smile that wanted to overtake your features. Seeing the hidden smile, the prince couldn't help his own smile as it lit up his face, "Don't pretend to be happy with this new development." he teased and you gave him a playful smack on the side of his arm. "Is that how you thank someone who is looking out for you?" Legolas joked. You said nothing and just sat there beaming at him, trying to hide your full excitement. The prince continued, "So, will you have me as a temporary roommate then?" Looking back into his eyes you nodded without hesitation, "Of course. I wouldn't say no to the Prince of Mirkwood heading to my every request."

Legolas chuckled and playfully kissed your lips again before standing, "Do not get used to it, my lady." He moved to walk away from your bed and your hand instinctively tightened around his, "Where are you going?" you asked almost too urgently. Smirking down at you and kissing the top of your head, the prince spoke once more, "No where, meleth. Do not fret. I am getting a healer to look over you again before I take you back to *our* chambers." The way he said 'our' sent a shiver down your spine and it settled directly in your core. This sensation was brand new to you and you were not sure of what to make of it. What was this feeling he had pulled from you just now? You barely had time to consider it as Legolas returned with a healer who examined your still healing body. After some moments, the healer looked at both you and the prince before giving you the all clear to be moved. Legolas reached out with both his hands for you to take them as you gently stood from the bed. Once on your feet and steady, the prince brought his arm around your waist and pulled you in closer to him so he could fully support you. The proximity of your bodies and the way his hand felt flush against your waist had that shiver flowing through you again in all the same places as before. Legolas felt your heart jump, the beating increased and vibrating throughout your body as he held you, feeling his own body temperature spike in response. Certain muscles growing tense and hard as he uncomfortably walked you towards your chambers. This temporary roommate situation was going to be very interesting.

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disregardcanon · 8 months ago

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this probably seems like a weird question from your end,but why do fanfic writers care so much about comments? aos already tracks hits and likes, sorry ""kudos"", so why are comments such a big deal to the point that people will stop writing?

okay, so i'm going to take this question very seriously and i promise it's not to make you feel bad. this is a comprehensive explanation of reasons that comments are important for me, both as a writer and as a reader

engagement vs numbers game

seeing trends

buy-in

community building

engagement vs numbers game

let's look quickly at two different fics of mine. this is the kudos count for a fic called Of First Kisses and Burnt Lips

it's old. it's been up on ao3 for almost 11 years now. 258 people liked it enough to leave a kudos, 12 people liked it enough for a bookmark, and it's been clicked on 3,859 times.

i have no clue what almost any of these people on ao3 THINK about it. beyond "huh. sure. i'll kudos that". compare this to its crosspost on ffn, where i got 5 reviews

3/5 mention it being cute. 3/5 give appreciation to me for taking the time to write it. 2/5 praise the writing itself from the attention to detail with grammar to the craft. 1/5 is an "um..." which is hard to decipher but appreciate and 1/5 is a silly reaction, but it's a reaction! look, someone felt a felling reading my thing! that made me giggle!

looking at the stats here from a purely numbers perspective, my fic DID better on ao3. it got a lot more kudos than it ever got faves or reviews on ffn. but those ffn comments are still what i think about when i remember this fic.

sure, a shear number like hits or kudos can be comforting and motivating. i'm definitely not telling you to NOT leave kudos! but the fics that i've come back to, recently, are the ones where i don't have a lot of kudos but i do have a few people who are invested in the stories and leaving comments to tell me

2. seeing trends

lets look at a few of the comments on my fic The Maid of Honor Made Them Do It

so just in these two comments, we see both commenters hone in on the same detail: my choice to include a special christian music playlist that this characters' friends made for her. a few other people in this thread mentioned that same detail, so i know this bit really worked well! it's great feedback that lets me know that a good chunk of readers agree with my characterization here.

these readers zoom in on specific details that they really liked! things that made them laugh, the absurdity of the concept, enjoying reading it, and that they could see it staged, which is a HUGE compliment for a work in a fandom for theater.

i've always had trouble with imaging where characters are in a space, how they're occupying it and moving, and how to use that for characterization purposes. however, i got more than one comment on this fic about how people could see it staged! that means that i'm improving in an area that i've always struggled with. that's huge. it makes me want to keep working on this thing! it makes me feel like what i'm doing here matters, because lots of people are picking up on similar things! they're invested enough to give me a comment! and it makes me want to keep writing for the hatchetfield fandom because some people are invested in my work here. that is BIG! seeing trends in the way that readers experience your story helps a lot with writer buy-in for a project and also for writers self-analysis.

as a commenter: this helps me JUST as much. when i really dig into what i enjoyed about a fic to tell the writer about it, that helps me analyze and articulate the strengths and things i might want to take away from the storytelling, and that makes my writing better too!

3. buy-in

this is a comment on a series that has less than 100 kudos across three fics, but has thoughtful, appreciative comments on each work. it's called Melting Pot

the commenter deleted their ao3 account. they may be one of the people who commented on the next fic, which i posted recently. they might NOT have been! honestly, it doesn't matter that much to me. this person gave me a gentle and nudge about a fic that matters to me and mattered to them at the time, and they were part of the push i needed to get back to it.

from a commenter perspective, i know that hearing a kind word can help someone keep up their motivation to write, even when i can't write in depth comments the way that i like to!

just recently i only had the time to comment "nice update" on a favorite fic of mine called Teeth That Turn. but they know that i come and i read and they know and talk to me by (user)name. because they know i care about this thing they care about! and it's way more fun to do something like this when i know i can chat with the author about theories and thoughts and ideas. and this isn't a "wow aren't i so cool other writers like me! tehehe" bragging thing, it's just evidence for the case of why comments matter?

if i didn't want this to be a two way buy-in, i'd ONLY read published fiction, you know? we're all playing in the sandbox on the playground and i like what they made. they like that i like what they made :) we're scheduling a play date to fight with sticks after school my mom said it's okay!

4. community building

now i know that i just mentioned above here why i like being a commenter and how it helps authors, as well as why i like HAVING commenters as an author. i'm still arguing those things as a lead up to this section, where i have two other points to make about community building here too.

1. you can comment on OTHER comments! if you go through and read to see what other people are saying, you can agree with them. you can add some commentary! sometimes you can make a joke! and i've only ever had fun responses from something like that. authors tend to love that their fics are getting such a response that people are talking to each other about it! like look!!!!!! my thing got you to talk to someone else about it holy shit?!??!

2. commenting on fics in your fandom builds you a good reputation and makes other authors you comment on more likely to read YOUR fic. i'm not going to post any screenshots on this one because it would be embarrassing for everyone involved, but there have been authors that i really admired who gave my stuff a try after i commented on theirs. and they've told me that's why they tried it! like obviously it's not just networking or whatever, but it's really nice to have someone give your stuff a try because you've been enthusiastic and thoughtful about theirs.

and you make friends this way! fandom friends! who want to talk about your blorbos! you get to go on little play dates in cyberspace with cool people who like what you like. you don't ever HAVE to be a writer, of course. if you don't want to throw your hat into the ring or make art or edits or gif sets or anything, that's cool. no one ever has to participate in fandom outside of their comfort zone! but if you want to, you know that you'll feel more welcomed if you have some people in your corner for it, and making friends in a space, screaming about how much you love the characters you love, and remembering that fic authors especially are just fans too will help you feel like you "deserve" to exist in the space. maybe you don't write, but you go here too. you've got a space in the fandom and your comments don't have to be, like, perfect literary essays for authors to appreciate them and get a motivation boost from them still existing and us being able to go back to them and go!!! look!!! i don't suck!!! this person liked what i did so i'm okay! :)

#anons #writing things #ao3 things #the case for commenting

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musicalmoritz · 4 months ago

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Good Femslash Fics Already Exist

With the whole push for more femslash in fandoms, I’ve never understood the amount of hate I see femslash “fans” direct towards existing creations. There’s nothing wrong with wanting more variety, I do too, but every time someone brings up the fact that femslash fan fictions are already being written someone opens their mouth to say “yeah but those suck.” And then they proceed to read 300+ atrociously mischaracterized mlm fics. They complain abt plotless fluff and then read the exact same pwp scenarios over and over again

And hey, if you don’t want to read femslash that’s totally fine. You don’t have to pretend it interests you. I’m someone who actively looks for femslash and my only problem has been a lack of content in smaller/male-dominated fandoms, the fics themselves are cute af. Ya’ll are missing out on some real masterpieces by labeling all existing femslash fics as “boring,” some of my favorite fics ever are femslash. If an mlm ship invades the tags just filter it out, filter out every mlm pairing in the fandom if you have to. AO3 gives us that option for a reason

I’m not saying we don’t need more variety, but we’re not going to get that by shitting on writers who actively put in the work to make more femslash. When I started writing femslash consistently it was very discouraging because I’d seen soooooo many people online saying they want more femslash fics, yet nobody was reading mine. Then I looked at the stats on other femslash fics and they were the same, really great fics were barely getting any hits or kudos. It kinda sucks knowing that an mlm fic I wrote in 3 hours got more kudos than a wlw fic I spent months on (for pairings of relatively equal popularity). This seems to be the biggest roadblock for people wanting to write femslash, no one supports it. Even tho fandoms claim they would support it, they never do. It’s something I’ve learned to stop caring about but not every writer is gonna push through

This brings me back to a comment I saw about “boring, hair-braidy wlw fics.” That description really stood out to me, and to this day it makes me feel a little self-conscious about my old femslash fics that were “boring” and “hair-braidy.” But then I came across a fic for this one pairing that had actual hair-braiding. It was incredibly well-written and meaningful, exploring how both characters struggled to ask for help but they were able to recognize each other’s dilemmas and help in subtle ways. They did this, of course, by fixing each other’s hair when they both felt helpless to do anything with it. Such a simple way to express a very deep bond. This made me reassess the way people talk about femslash fics, and the way I’d been thinking of them myself. Is fluff really that much of a crime?? Do all cottagecore-type fics really have no substance?? Do femslash fics have to copy exactly what slash fics are doing, or are they allowed to have their own tropes??

My attitude towards the overload of plotless fluff wlw fics is “this is a good starting point.” We need more people writing femslash, more variety in what is written, but that doesn’t mean what we have is bad. I critique wlw fic tropes a lot but I always give the disclaimer that I actually love the fics themselves, I just want to see more of a different thing. And I comment on every femslash fic I read (every fic I read in general but especially femslash), I try to leave something thoughtful to let the writer know I appreciate the effort they put into their work. You’d be surprised how many writers said they were encouraged to update a fic or write more femslash because of a positive comment I left them. Engaging with fics will give you more of a good thing. It has so much more influence than that video you’re about to make talking about how there’s no good femslash fics. When you say things like that it actually discourages people from writing, and makes them feel bad about things they’ve already written. Support femslash writers guys, it’s sexy

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sequinsmile-x · 12 days ago

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Keep My Hand in Yours

A quiet Saturday morning goes wrong, and the team finding out about her relationship with Aaron is the least of Emily's concerns.

-x-

Hi besties <3

It feels absolutely wild to say that this fic takes me over 2.5 million words of fanfic. 2.5 million words of Hotchniss!!

I'm cooking up a fic to celebrate the milestone (y'all know I love a milestone...I'm a water sign, I'm emotional haha) but for now I just want to say I appreciate every single one of you and all of the comments/kudos etc that you leave on my fics. It truly means the world and I love this little corner of the internet.

As always, let me know what you think <3

-x-

Warnings: mild peril, canon typical violence

Words: 4.8k

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Emily wakes up slowly, drawn from sleep by a hand skating up and down her back, warm and newly familiar calluses chased by shivers they created on her bare skin. She groans and buries her face in her pillow, blindly hitting out at Aaron as he chuckles at her.

“Good morning to you too.”

She opens one eye and looks at him, fighting a losing battle against a smile as he captures her hand and kisses her knuckles, “Morning,” she replies, furrowing her brow when she sees he’s dressed in a pair of jeans and a polo shirt she knew had been in her closet, “Where are you going?”

Aaron smiles and leans in to kiss her, his lips stamped against her cheek and then her lips as she turns her head to capture them, “I was going to make you breakfast, but you don’t have any eggs.”

She grumbles and wraps her arm around his neck, pulling him and the warmth that seemed to follow him like a shadow closer to her, “I don’t need breakfast,” she mumbles, kissing him again, “I need you to get back in bed.”

“I’ll only be gone for 30 minutes,” He laughs and pushes some of her hair out of her face. He runs his knuckles down her cheek, the impossible softness of her skin making his chest tight just like it always did. She was everything he always knew she’d be and more, and the four short weeks they’d been together had been worth every painful thing he’d been through to get to her, to them. He swallows thickly to push back down the three words they hadn’t exchanged yet, “Then I’ll come back and cook you breakfast, and then I’ll get back into bed with you.”

She hums, “What time do you have to get back to Jack?”

“He’s with Jess and Roy this weekend,” he says, “So I can stay as long as you’ll have me.”

Emily’s cheeks ache with the smile that spreads across her face, love for him warming her from the inside out, threatening to spill out of her in the safety of her bedroom and his embrace. He’d become her safe space when she came home from Paris, had been the one person who truly understood what it was to put yourself back together after you’d been so brutally torn apart. Bit by bit, all the feelings she’d felt for him, everything she’d stuffed down into the deepest parts of herself ever since Foyet had attacked him, started to make themselves known. She’d loved him for a lot longer than the four weeks she’d had him, had wanted to kiss him years before she’d leant forward one evening in his apartment and stamped her lips against his.

It was early days still, she knew that, but she also knew that this was it, that he was it. With anyone else, she’s sure it would terrify her, that it would have her running as far away as possible, but with Aaron all she wanted to do was run with him. To grab his hand and go wherever life led them both.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Agent Hotchner,” she replies, stamping her lips against his before she lets him go, “You and I both know I’d keep you here forever.”

“And we both know I’d stay,” he smiles at her, and she can’t help but cup his cheek again, her thumb pressed into his dimple as she drags him in for one last kiss, “I should go.”

She hums and wraps her arms around her pillow again, “Don’t be surprised if I fall asleep before you get back.”

He watches as she settles back down, her eyes drifting shut as she sighs contentedly. He’d always known she was beautiful, even when he was still married to Haley. When he looked back on it, he knew it was part of the reason he’d been so cold to her at first. His attraction to her something that poured gasoline on the fire of his mistrust of her, guilt sparking in his gut every time her smile made his chest warm or her laugh had him suppressing a smile. He’d always known she was beautiful, but she’d never been as beautiful as this - laying in her bed, her hair a mess and her face free of make-up. It felt like a privilege, something he wasn’t entirely sure he deserved.

He chuckles as he stands up, “I wouldn’t expect anything else, sweetheart.”

“Shush,” she says, pulling the covers tighter around her shoulders, her smile pressed against them as she breathes in his scent, “I’m sleeping.”

She’s asleep again before he leaves the apartment, lulled to sleep by the residual warmth and safety he’d left behind. She slips in and out of slumber, and finally gets out of bed when she can’t settle any more. She frowns when she sees the time and realises Aaron has been gone for close to an hour, and it makes concern flicker in her gut. She gets out of bed and slips his shirt over her head and walks into the kitchen to get her phone to call him. She furrows her brow when she hears sirens outside, but ignores them as she tries to call Aaron, her concern getting worse when it rings twice before going to voicemail.

She blows out a breath and tells herself that she’s overreacting, that he’s likely at the cashier and paying, that he’d got distracted by picking out flowers for her as he had before. She settles onto the couch and picks up the remote, smiling to herself when she switches it on and sees the local news. She wasn’t one for watching it herself, she thought that there was enough doom and gloom in her life because of her job, but Aaron watched it all the time. She’s about to change the channel, to find one of the reality shows she secretly loves, when the rolling bulletin across the bottom of the screen catches her attention.

Breaking News: Local convenience store held hostage, one known gunman inside.

Time slows down around her, the air thick as she struggles to suck in a breath as she waits for the anchor to say something, to make her feel stupid for worrying and immediately thinking the worst by saying it was a store way across town. When they discuss the story, when they say it’s the store she knows Aaron has gone to, she feels nauseous, her stomach rolling with it as she scrambles for her phone.

He was just going to buy eggs. He was making her breakfast. He was just buying eggs so his gun was still in her safe.

Her thumb lingers over Penelope’s contact in her phone. She knows if she sounds the alarm, if she calls her and asks her to contact everyone else, that she’ll be doing more than letting them know Aaron is in danger. She’ll be letting them know about the relationship none of them knew about yet. They were planning on telling the team soon. Dave was hosting everyone for dinner in a week and that felt like the perfect time, mutual ground to explain to their friends that they were together now.

She shakes off the thought and calls Penelope, knowing she’d much rather deal with all of their questions by herself rather than not have their help.

“Peaches, what are you doing calling so early on a Saturday?”

She blows out a breath and heads towards her bedroom, her phone sandwiched between her ear and her shoulder as she starts to get changed, “Pen, hi. Something’s happened to Hotch.”

___

He spends too long looking at flowers.

He eventually settles on sunflowers, even though he’d bought them for her before, because he knows they are safe for Sergio. The cat may not exactly be his friend, but Emily loved him and therefore Aaron did too. Even if that love was returned in the form of scratches on his chest and two torn-up silk ties.

He’s looking at the eggs when he hears it, when there’s a commotion at the front of the store that distracts him. There’s a scream followed by shouting, but he’s barely able to register what’s happening, barely able to think about the fact he’d left the apartment to simply buy some eggs, when there’s a man standing at the end of the aisle waving a gun around, pointing it at him as he demands Aaron comes to the front of the store with everyone else.

Aaron’s belt feels heavy, the absence of his gun almost weighing him down as he puts his hands up, the carton of eggs and the flowers hitting the floor, and does as he’s told.

This couldn’t be the way he went out, not after everything. He wasn’t going to die in a strange twist of fate after everything he’d survived. He wasn’t going to leave his son without any parents.

And he wasn’t going to die before he told the love of his life how he felt about her, the words he wished he’d said as he left her less than an hour ago heavy on his tongue.

He was going to live, because, for the first time in a long time, he had so much to live for.

He sits on the ground with the other people unfortunate enough to be in the store just at the wrong time, and he jumps when his phone rings, the sound cutting through the forced silence they are all in.

“Give me the phone,” the gunman demands, and Aaron nods and swallows thickly as he hands it over, Emily’s name and picture staring up at him for only a second before the man pointing a gun at him drops it to the floor and stands on it, the call coming to an abrupt end as the screen cracks. Aaron watches the man carefully, his focus on his shaking hands, wide eyes, and uncovered face. It seemed like this was done on a whim, in a fit of rage for one reason or another, and that it was unlikely he had an exit plan. “If everyone listens to me, no one has to get hurt.”

Aaron had done his job long enough to know that wasn’t true.

___

She flashes her badge when she arrives at the scene. She takes a deep breath as she steps past the barricade and does her best to slip into Agent Prentiss mode, to remind herself she wasn’t here as a girlfriend worried about her boyfriend. She stares at the store, at the place she’d gone to countless times, and wonders how yet another place she’d gone to without thinking had now been marred by violence, how she’d ever walk through the aisles looking for whatever she wanted for dinner without thinking about the fact Aaron had been in danger there.

“Bella.”

She turns and sees Dave, Derek and JJ behind her, and she walks towards them, forcing a smile on her face she knows they’ll see through, “Did you guys all carpool or something?”

Derek shakes his head, “We just all got here. Reid is on his way. Garcia has gone to the office, she said she’d be more use there.”

Emily nods, her gaze drifting back to the store behind them and the temporary command centre the local cops had set up, “Good, that’s good.”

“How did you know Aaron was in there anyway?” Dave asks, and Emily closes her eyes and blows out a breath before she turns to look at them, ready to give the answer she was sure would only create more questions.

“Well-”

“This store is significantly closer to your place Emily than it is to Hotch’s,” Spencer says, appearing behind everyone else, his eyebrows furrowed as he says what the others hadn’t realised yet, “There are three convenience stores and two grocery stores between here and his apartment.”

She sighs as she watches the moment it clicks for everyone else, sees the mix of emotions that pass over their faces as they realise what she and Aaron had kept hidden from them.

“Well I’ll be damned,” Dave says, shaking his head as he smiles at her, a spark in his eyes that infuriates her given the circumstances. They fall into silence, all of them just waiting for someone to say something first.

“What’s happening?” Spencer asks, his brow furrowed as he looks back and forth between Emily and the rest of them.

“Hotch was at Emily’s place, Spence,” JJ says, patting him on the shoulder, her lips pressed together when he just looks more confused.

“What? Why?”

“Well,” JJ says, flicking her eyes to Emily’s, “When a man and a woman love each other very much-”

“Can we stop please?” Emily says, crossing her arms over her chest, “Yes, Aaron was at mine,” she clears her throat, “We’re together.”

Derek furrows his brow, “How long has this been going on?”

“A month,” she replies, “And I’m sure you have questions-”

“Damn right we have questions,” Derek replies, his jaw tight with anger that only serves to make her angry.

“And we’ll answer them,” she huffs out a breath, “Most of them. But for now can we please focus on getting him out of there?”

The reality of where they were, of why they were here on a Saturday morning, seems to sink back in and they all nod. Derek’s shoulders loosen and he swallows thickly, his irritation and mistrust still painted all over his face.

“Have you spoken to anyone yet?”

She shakes her head, “I got here just before you.”

“Then we’d better get going.”

Dave takes charge and talks to the local cops, something she’s grateful for when they ask why the FBI are interested in a case like this, sure that her response would have been a lot more forceful than his calm ‘one of our own is in there’. They find out the gunman, Neil West, is an ex-employee of the store, and that his ex-girlfriend is the cashier currently in there. Penelope pulls his history - a story of stalking and assault charges that turn Emily’s stomach - and makes her more nervous. She’s sure West doesn’t have a plan, that he’s devolving as they just stand there outside unable to do anything, and it makes her feel sick, any pretence that she’s just here as an agent, as a member of Aaron’s team, disappearing by the second.

The team spreads out, all of them helping the cops in whatever way they can. Emily feels frozen, the three words she couldn’t say earlier stuck in her throat, her lungs full of what felt like cowardice how she was faced with the thought that she may not get the chance to tell him that she loves him.

“Why didn’t you tell anyone?”

She sighs, “Derek-”

“Secrets never end up being good for any of us,” he says, shaking his head as he looks at her, “Especially yours.”

She scoffs in disbelief, a humourless laugh sticking in her throat, “You have got to be kidding me,” she shakes her head, “You’re not equating my relationship with Aaron to…” she swallows thickly, her jaw tight as she holds back everything she wants to say, sure if she started she wouldn’t stop, “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Because you two didn’t tell us anything.”

“It’s been a month, Derek,” she says, “A month. We wanted to know where we stood with everything before we got everyone involved.”

“And that took a month?”

“No, it took me maybe a few minutes to realise that I’m in love with him, but-”

Derek’s frown slips away as he cuts her off, “You’re in love with him?”

Before she can answer, before she can even catch up with what she’s unintentionally said outloud, a gunshot rings out from inside the store. It feels like time stands still, like she’s underwater and she can’t hear anything apart from the echo of the gunshot in her head. She tries to move forward, tries to get to him but she can’t, like she’s frozen in place. Everything around her speeds back up and she realises Derek’s arm is around her middle, that he’s holding her so tightly her feet are no longer on the floor.

“Derek, let me go.”

“I can’t princess, I’m sorry,” he says, holding her tighter as police storm the building, “We both know he wouldn’t want me to.”

She stops fighting against him because she can’t anymore, all of her energy thrown into not crying, into not letting the pre-emptive grief settle into her chest, because if someone in there had got themselves shot trying to be a hero it would be Aaron. Stupid, loving, considerate, Aaron. It feels like a lifetime passes before they hear anything, every possibility playing out in front of her in a mix of static and vivid technicolour as she thinks of her life with and without him, fractures of everything that could and might not be slotting together until she feels nauseous. She feels stupid for letting herself get carried away with the thought of a future with him, for letting herself think for one minute that she’d be able to hold on to him. She’d never been able to keep anything good for long.

When she eventually hears the crackle of the radio of a nearby cop she sucks in a breath preparing herself for the worst because life had never been too kind to her.

“We need a medic for a gunshot wound to the gunman’s shoulder. All hostages are on their way out now.”

The relief almost makes her knees give out, and she’s sure if Derek still hadn’t been holding her they would have, that she would have collapsed under the weight of it. He doesn’t let her go until the doors open, until Aaron is in sight. She runs towards him, her heart in her throat when she sees a cut on his forehead, and she throws her arms around him, not thinking about the team just a few feet behind them.

“You were gone a lot longer than 30 minutes,” she says, her throat tight as she pulls back to look at him, her eyes fixed on the cut on his head. She reaches out to touch it but stops short of doing so, worried she’d hurt him as her brain catches up with her.

“Sorry,” he replies, catching her hand and kissing her knuckles, “Time got away from me.”

She laughs humourlessly and leans forward to kiss him, her hand on his cheek as she holds him in place, “Aaron…”

She almost says it, almost admits that she loves him here and now, but she stops herself because she wants it to be something just for them. Not something that one of their friends or a stranger could overhear. They had so little that was just theirs, and now their friends knew about their relationship they’d have even less, so she wanted this to just be for them.

“I know,” he replies, because he did, his own confession heavy on his tongue before he swallows it down, and he stamps his lips against hers before he pulls back, “I’m okay.”

She looks at his forehead again, “What happened?”

“He was devolving, kept waving his gun at his ex-girlfriend and I saw where it was going,” he clears his throat and looks over at the team, their gaze burning into his side, before he looks back at her, “So I did what I had to do.”

She shakes her head, “You disarmed him.”

He brushes some of her hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear, “I did what I had to do. He hit me with the gun before I took it from him,” he repeats, “You’d have done the same thing.”

She sighs, because she knows he’s right, “We need to get you checked out,” she says, linking her fingers through his and leading him towards the medics. He opens his mouth to argue, to tell her that he’s fine, but she raises an eyebrow at him, “No arguing. You’re getting that looked at.”

“Okay, sweetheart,” he says, squeezing her hand, her residual panic following her like a perfume, the scent of it clinging to her skin in a way he knew it would for days, “I’ll let them look at me,” he looks back over at their friends, at the way they weren’t even trying to hide the fact they were staring at them, “I take it that they know.”

She hums, “Thanks to Reid and his strange amount of knowledge about all the places you can buy groceries between here and your place they figured it out pretty quickly.”

“I’m sorry you had to deal with that by yourself.”

“They weren’t too bad,” she replies, smiling when he raises an eyebrow at her. She wants to talk to him about Derek, to find out if there is more to know about his poorly hidden comments about her and Ian, but she doesn’t want to talk about it now, not when they’d had such a hard day already. She smiles at him and leans in to kiss him, her lips catching the corner of his mouth, and they both know it’s more for their audience than either of them, “Now we know you’re okay they probably won’t hold back.”

He winks at her, “Bring it on.”

She doesn’t leave his side when he’s being checked over, listening intently to the paramedic’s advice like neither one of them had never taken a blow to the head before. Once he’s bandaged up, and she’s assured more than once that he doesn’t need to go to the hospital, she finally feels more relaxed, her hand still wrapped in his as they walk towards the rest of the team.

“Oh god,” he says, turning back to look at the store that was now cordoned off, “I need to go back in.”

“Honey, it’s a crime scene,” she says, squeezing his hand, “You can’t go back.”

“But I didn’t get the eggs, we have nothing for breakfast.”

She rolls her eyes at him, because of course he was worried about the eggs when if things had been different he could died, “Aaron-”

“I have a solution for that,” Dave says, a grin on his face that makes Emily glare at him, something that only seems to encourage him, “Why don’t we all go out for breakfast? My treat.”

“That sounds like a great idea,” JJ says, pulling her phone out of her pocket, “I’ll let Pen know, she can join us.”

“Oh god,” Emily says, turning her head and pressing her forehead against Aaron’s shoulder, “We’re never going to hear the end of this.”

___

“That wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.”

Emily chuckles at Aaron as she closes her front door behind them, “It wasn’t bad for you,” she says, her hand on his back as she slips past him, “But Pen asked me a lot of questions about our sex life when we went to the bathroom.”

His eyes go wide, and the embarrassment that tinges his skin pink only makes the white bandage on his forehead stand out even more, “What?”

She smiles and wraps her arms around him, tugging him and his warmth closer. She basks in it, soaks it all in because for a moment today, she thought she’d lost it forever, and she leans in to kiss him.

“If it makes you feel better,” she says, kissing him again, “I was very complimentary.”

“Oddly, sweetheart, that doesn’t make me feel better,” he grumbles, unable to fight his smile when she looks up at him, her teeth sinking into her lower lip, “How complimentary?”

“Oh very complimentary,” she says, running her fingers through his hair, her nails scratching lightly at his scalp as her eyes flick to his forehead, “Do you need any painkillers or anything?”

He shakes his head and stamps his lips against hers, “I’m fine, I promise.”

She nods, not entirely sure she believes him, and she reaches for his hand, “Let’s go sit down.”

She sinks into his side the moment they settle onto the couch. She wraps both of her arms around one of his and holds it to her chest, and she rests her cheek on his shoulder, her eyes drifting closed as she breathes him in. She tries to commit it all to memory - all the things she may have taken for granted even just this morning. The press of his skin against hers. The scent of his cologne. The warmth that she never wanted to live without. He knows what she’s doing, because he knows he’d been doing the same earlier. Desperately trying to remember what she sounded like when she first woke up, or how she felt pressed against him just like this - idle moments of beautiful normality he once thought he’d never get again.

“I really am okay, Em,” he says, hooking his finger under her chin and making her look up at him, “I promise.”

She smiles tightly, “I know…” she says, swallowing thickly, “I know you are, but earlier…” she shakes her head at herself as she chokes back tears she refuses to shed, “I didn’t know you would be,” her smile trembles, “I was scared.”

He cups her cheek and pulls her close, the bandage on his forehead rubbing against her skin, “I know. I was too,” he kisses her, “But I’m right here.”

She nods and suddenly she doesn’t feel close enough to him. She shifts so she’s in his lap, her side pressed against his chest as he holds her close. She tilts her head so she’s looking up at him and she cups his cheek. Any fear she’d had that morning about it being too soon is gone, replaced with a strange sense of calm because it felt right. For as many arguments as there were to say it was quick to know she loved him and that she wanted everything with him, there were just as many to say they’d been slow. That they’d let countless opportunities pass them by over the years and she wasn’t going to let this one slip by her too.

“I love you,” she says, a weight lifted off her chest the moment she says it, “I love you so much.”

He smiles, his cheeks aching with it as he pulls her in for a kiss, unable to stop himself before he replies, “I love you too, sweetheart. I love you so much more than I can ever possibly explain.”

She kisses him, her hand on his cheek to hold him in place as if he’d want to be anywhere else. She rests her forehead against his and sighs contentedly, “It’s not even lunchtime yet and I’m exhausted.”

“I think we’ve earned an indulgent nap,” he replies, kissing the tip of her nose and smiling when she scrunches it up, “But why don’t we watch one of those reality shows you pretend to hate first.”

“You say that like you don’t enjoy them too,” she hums and reaches for the remote. As she flicks through the channels she can see him watching her out of the corner of her eye and she turns to face him, “What?”

“You’re beautiful,” he says, kissing her forehead, “That’s all.”

“How hard exactly did that guy hit you in the head?” She jokes, and he rolls his eyes at her, stamping his lips against her forehead one more time before he pulls back.

“I should thank the guy really,” he says casually, and she raises her eyebrow at him, making him suppress a smile as he shrugs, “If I’d have known a blow to the head is what would have finally made you say you love me, I would have been held hostage weeks ago.”

She scoffs, choking on a laugh she couldn’t hold back if she tried. She shakes her head at him and lightly slaps his shoulder, narrowing her eyes when he captures her hand and kisses her knuckles, “Don’t joke about that.”

“Too soon?”

“Far far too soon,” she mumbles, resting her head on his shoulder, “You’re lucky I love you, even if you do have a terrible sense of humour.”

He wraps his arms around her and kisses her temple, “I really am lucky,” he replies, feeling the smile she hides against him, “I’m the luckiest guy in the world.”

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anomalyaly · 3 days ago

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Secrets of the Silent Stars

SotSS Part 2 is underway!

I'm about 2/3 of the way through chapter 1, so it'll be coming soon! In the meantime, Part 1 is complete if you would like to read it or catch up <3 It can be found here [AO3/Wattpad]. Kudos/Votes/Comments are appreciated ALWAYS.

Anyways, here's the prologue of my story to celebrate part 1 being complete!

Tags: Mature themes (violence, death, abuse, trauma, etc), Sebastian Sallow x F!MC, Ravenclaw OC, Slow burn, Fifth year (part 1), check each chapter for tags

"What in God's name is a 'Hogwarts'?"

Sixteen year old Elsie Corvin sat at the top of the stairs of her parents' home in London listening to her father speak sternly to an elderly man in odd clothing. She scooted down a step as she tried to remain out of sight but still able to observe their discussion, her curious dark eyes peeking out from behind the banister.

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," the interesting man said. "Your daughter has a gift. We'd like for her to be able to hone her talents. She would be studying at one of the most prestigious wizarding schools in the world."

Her father raised an eyebrow at that. "Prestigious?"

Elsie had to hold back a scoff. Of course that would get her father's attention.

Ever since she was born, Elsie's entire life was planned out for her. Her father was a man who strived to be a part of high society. He had a steady job in finance which gave him the upper hand in social circles. They weren't exactly the top tier of the upper class, at least not in the sense that they lived in a manor and had many servants. But her father's name was definitely one that was highly regarded by the locals.

Her parents fully intended on sustaining and growing that wealth - what better way to do that than to arrange a marriage with the eldest son of a family from one of the higher social circles? She was their eldest daughter, and she was expected to set an example of being a proper young woman.

Their plans had all but fallen through the floor when Elsie's magic came to fruition. At a dinner party, no less, when she had unintentionally sent cutlery flying in the direction of the father of her future betrothed.

He had managed to duck out of the way just in time, but not before he and everyone else in the room witnessed the cutlery that had taken off seemingly of its own accord. Elsie hadn't felt sorry about it - his sexist comment was deserving of more than some sharp eating utensils aimed at his head. But she was surprised to find out that she had been the cause of it without lifting a finger.

For so long, she had found herself going along with whatever her parents asked of her. She had become complacent in normalcy after she grew tired of arguing with her parents over it. When she found out that magic existed, it was like all the stories she read, the fairytales that she had used as her own personal form of escapism, came true all at once.

A group of magical people who stated that they worked for something called the 'Ministry of Magic' showed up later explaining that they would have to 'obliviate the muggles.' Elsie didn't know what they had meant at the time, but a few days later, it seemed that the Fairfaxes had forgotten about the incident.

She received a letter soon after - by owl, to her intrigue - inviting her to Hogwarts as a fifth-year student.

While, according to the letter, students were forbidden from using magic outside of school if they were under seventeen, her 'special circumstances' allowed for a man called Eleazar Fig to help her develop a basis for spell-casting before the start of term, when he would also be accompanying her to school. Elsie presumed that the strange man speaking with her father must be this 'Fig' person.

"I assure you, your daughter will be well taken care of," Fig said again to her father.

Her mother chimed in. "I don't understand. How can our daughter have magic?"

"Your daughter appears to be a bit of a 'late bloomer.' It is quite unusual, but we will do what we can to ensure that she catches up with the rest of her classmates."

Her parents exchanged concerned glances. Elsie was surprised they weren't arguing with him and insisting that she stays here - though the fact that Fig was most likely a powerful wizard, it was probably intimidating to her non-magical parents. Muggles, she had heard him say.

"In the meantime," Fig continued, "I would like to provide your daughter with a baseline of what is studied, particularly with spell-casting, so that she has a sense of control over her magic before term begins."

"Like a tutor?" her mother inquired.

"Precisely."

Her father made a face, clearly displeased about the idea of magic being practiced in his house. The fact that she would be attending a school, getting an education outside of learning to be a proper wife, and with mixed company - it probably made him extremely uncomfortable.

"I'm not certain I'm willing to allow it," he said coldly. Elsie recognized the tone as one he used to gain the upper hand in negotiations. It gave her chills.

"I understand it's a lot to take in, especially with your daughter's circumstances. If you would feel more comfortable, we can practice elsewhere. But I would like to see her a few times a week until the school year, as she is already four years behind," Fig said, unphased.

Elsie found herself impressed by the man's calm demeanor. Many people found her father's gruff attitude intimidating - it was refreshing to see someone who didn't shy away from him.

"This is nonsense!" her father exclaimed, and Elsie jumped as he slammed his fist against the wall. Her mother put a hand on his shoulder as if to say don't anger the powerful wizard, darling.

Fig sighed, and Elsie could see him trying to hide his exasperation from where she sat.

"This will be an excellent opportunity for your daughter to have an astounding education," he tried once more. "Think of it as a...magical boarding school."

Elsie's mother brightened at that.

"Oh, a boarding school?" she said excitedly. "Arthur, this could be good for her. Perhaps she'll finally be able to make some proper friends."

Her father, while strict and set in his ways, always tended to melt whenever Elsie's mother used that tone on him. While boarding schools were seen as 'lower' than being taught by a governess or finishing school as Elsie had received, her mother was much more progressive as she hadn't been born and raised in Britain.

Generally, Elsie had a difficult time making friends. She loved to read and learn (courtesy of her mother), but sharing intellect was considered a faux pas amongst women in her social circle. In addition, her father's intimidating status and the fact that things seemed to go wrong around her, she was never truly able to fit in with her peers - it was as if people could sense something was different about her. Now she understood why.

Her mother, although she still hoped the best for Elsie, wasn't as opposed to boarding schools if it meant Elsie had a social life. It seemed that her mother had faith that this school would have students that matched her "caliber." Though, based on what Elsie read in her acceptance letter and what Fig was saying, starting as a fifth year was considered unusual. She would already stand out awkwardly amongst her peers.

Elsie sighed and leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. She waited with baited breath for her father's answer.

After a few tense minutes, he finally nodded.

"Very well. I will go upstairs and discuss this with her."

"There's no need," Fig said, holding up a hand. "I believe she's got the idea."

His gaze flicked upwards to her spot on the stairs and Elsie froze. She hadn't expected Fig to know that she had been listening in the entire time.

Fantastic, she thought, he probably assumes I'm a busybody now.

Her parents turned to look at her.

"Miss Corvin." Fig gestured for her to come down the stairs. She pulled herself up using the banister and walked down. Maybe she could salvage his first impression of her.

"Sir?"

"We haven't been properly introduced," he said, and there was a kind smile on his face as he spoke. "Professor Eleazar Fig."

Elsie nodded politely, her guard still up. If he was a professor of a prestigious school, Elsie would have to make sure he was impressed by her. "Elsie Corvin. It's a pleasure to meet you, sir." She bowed her head humbly.

She could feel her parents' eyes on them. Always judging.

Professor Fig seemed to appraise her. She wondered what he was thinking, and she hoped that it was positive. He didn't seem stern or intimidating.

"I've spoken with your parents about teaching you the basics of magic and wizarding culture before you begin your fifth year at Hogwarts. I trust you read your letter?"

Elsie nodded. "I did, sir. I'm also to get...supplies?"

"Indeed. There's a place not too far from here that I will accompany you to in order to ensure you have everything you need. We will also meet twice a week, so that I may help you get acquainted with using a wand and controlling your magic."

Her parents seemed to fade into the background as Professor Fig pulled out a wand out of thin air and handed it to her. She eyed it curiously. My own wand. Just like the stories.

"Unfortunately, you will have to use a second hand wand for now. We will get you a proper wand once the term begins, but you can use this to practice the spells that we learn."

Elsie turned the wand over in her hands. If she hadn't known better, she would have thought it was just a brown stick, aside from the fact that it had a handle. But as she held it, she could feel the power in her flowing through it, as if it was an extension of her. If she had only known how, she would have started casting every spell immediately.

Fig smiled at her awed expression. After she felt satisfied at her inspection of the wand, she looked back up at him.

"Are we to begin practicing now?"

Fig looked amused. "Would you like to begin practicing now?" he asked.

Elsie was desperate to learn. This magic in her was something new, something different from anything her parents could have planned for her. She wanted to explore every avenue of it as soon as possible.

"I would, sir, if that would be alright with you."

Professor Fig's face broke out into a wide grin.

"Then I suggest we get started."

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diazsdimples · 3 months ago

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Fic Writers Meme

Tagged by @inell

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

277,040

3. What fandoms do you write for?

9-1-1 but I did write a bunch of British Actor RPF back in high school lmao

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Buck's Baby (By Accident) (Buddie) How can this be wrong? (Bucktommy) For the rest of my life (for the rest of yours) (Buddie) Sweet child of mine (Bucktommy) The heat of the moment (Buddie)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I do, even though it takes me a second sometimes. I always appreciate people putting in the time to tell me what they thought of my stuff!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

None of them? All my fics have happy endings

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

Probably For the rest of my life (for the rest of yours) just for the hopeful Buckley-Diaz family feels but honestly any of them could work

8. Do you get hate on fics?

The occasional "this wouldn't happen in canon!!" and I'm like yeah! That's cause it's fiction!! But other than that, not really no.

9. Do you write smut?

9 of my 19 fics are smut and my smut fics are usually my longest. So, yep!

10. Do you write crossovers?

Nope but I do write AUs based off premises from other things? Sort of?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Kind of? I deleted a fic once bc it wasn't a vibe for me (it was a request that I didn't love and didn't know how to say no) and the original requester of the fic, with whom I'd fallen out, messaged being like hey!! saw you deleted it!!! good news is I copied it into google docs before you could!!! Which I did not love

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

I am currently co-writing 2 fics with @hippolotamus and one with @theotherbuckley, when I remember they exist 🫣

14. What is your all time favorite ship?

Buddie will always be my go to for writing. I'm compelled a lot by Bucktommy and Buddietommy (and Eddietommy lbr) but for the most part if I come up with an AU, it'll be a Buddie one.

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

Single Dads AU or Frostpunk AU. They've just been around for so long that I feel like people have either forgotten or are sick of them and I just have No Beans for them

16. What are your writing strengths?

Oof I don't know, I think maybe coming up with plots/ compelling storylines

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I feel like I struggle most with describing things and emotions and if there's a scene that very emotion heavy it'll take me a long time to write it because I agonise over the correct words to use.

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

I wouldn't unless I had someone who spoke the language who was able to help guide me, mostly because I don't want to make mistakes

19. First fandom you wrote for?

British Actor RPF (specifically Tom Hiddleston/Benedict Cumberbatch

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Play me like a fiddle is my baby, will always be my baby, and it is my most beloved. 34k of Music Nerd James with a whole load of Buddie feels and closet sex. Idk, I peaked there tbh

NP tagging @theotherbuckley @hippolotamus @daffi-990 @buckera @watchyourbuck

@spotsandsocks @bidisasterevankinard @bigfootsmom @wikiangela @jesuisici33

@rainbow-nerdss @steadfastsaturnsrings and anyone else who wants to share their stuff! (And if I forgot anyone, I apologise)

#james writes #tag game #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #buddie fics #bucktommy #bucktommy fics #911 abc #911 fics #tommy kinard #fic game

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laura1633 · 2 months ago

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Fic writer interview thank you for the tag @481boxboxbaby and @souvenir116

Tagging @saviour-of-lord and @ilyarozanove (not sure if you have been tagged already and no pressure if you don't like tag games!) and anyone else who wants to do this feel free to use this as your invite.

How many works do you have on AO3? 155 - Wow okay I don’t know how I ended up writing so many.

What's your total AO3 word count? 1,076,320

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? 1. Preloved 2. Good Boy 3. A million times over 4. Weak 5. My Pretty Princess

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I try to respond to comments and I have gotten a lot better at it. If I have ever not responded it's because I have left it too late and then panic over whether it's still appropriate to respond!! I read all comments though, it’s the biggest motivator so thank you to everyone who leaves comments on fics, I appreciate you all <3

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending? Either ‘One last night’ or ‘Hitching a ride’ Both are open ended though.

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?There are a lot that have happy endings but off the top of my head I will go with ‘A million times over’. It’s just an overall short cute one-shot.

Do you write crossovers? No

Have you ever received hate on a fic? If I have then I have forgotten about it because I can’t recall any hate coming in. I am sure there are plenty of people who hate my stories though, I’ve just been lucky they haven’t told me about it!

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yes I do and lots of it. Almost any kind. Dom/sub, pain play, tentacles, omegaverse, lots of kinks, nice soft sex, loss of virginity. I would definitely say varied!

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not stolen but hmmm I have seen something very close to what I have written.

Have you ever had a fic translated? No, not that I have seen anyway. I have had people ask before but I am not sure if they ever actually translated them.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? No but I have spoken about it with @481boxboxbaby unfortunately I am disastrously disorganised so I don’t know if I should really inflict that on other people 😂 I do think it would be fun to have a fic with a set up and then multiple authors taking a chapter each to write the scenario from various drivers points of view. That would take a lot of organising though.

What's your all-time favorite ship? Lestappen

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?There are so many of them, I have a folder full of random wips that will likely never be finished. At the moment I am fighting my way to try and finish a cowboy Max au one shot, I have started it and deleted it soooo many times, I will finish it though, it’s just not clicking right now!

What are your writing strengths? I guess maybe just having a certain level of creativity when it comes to coming up with ideas. That can also be my downfall because there are too many ideas pinging around for me to concentrate on one!

What are your writing weaknesses? I always say that my writing style is more about a general vibe rather than it being grammatically correct 😬

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? I’ve personally never done it. I’d have to use google translate and I wouldn’t trust that it would read properly.

What was the first fandom you wrote for? F1

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?Charles/Oscar or Max/Rico Verhoeven. I will get around to writing them eventually

What's your favorite fic you've written? It’s probably recency bias but the fic I am writing and posting right now “Preloved” is probably my favourite. I think it's also super encouraging when people are commenting and enjoying the story so it has made the whole thing more enjoyable. I will definitely be writing some more multi chaptered fics going forward. Of the one shots maybe The Sweetest Deal because it plays into my love of babygirl Max.

#Fic Interview Game

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chuuyaspinkmotorcycle · 1 month ago

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Fanfic Writer Interview

Thank you to @ohhcinnybuns for the tag <33

How many works do you have on AO3?

Eleven, as of now! There's quite a few I need to update though, haha. I've got more fics in the works, as well as updates for those already published!

Your top 5 stories by kudos/likes:

I Am You and You Are Me (23,152 words), ongoing, T - a crossover, what-if story about the regular bsd world and the Beast world colliding.

2. What's Wrong, Love? (3,946 words), oneshot, T - Dazai knew Chuuya, in and out. The redhead would never cry, always a strong soldier. Yet here he was, shedding tears in Dazai's lap. Something was seriously wrong.

3. Please, Save Me (4,784 words), oneshot, M - Dazai Osamu stood on the train tracks, ready for the embrace of death. And as that moment comes, he truly believed he was going to die. Except... he doesn't?

4. Sleepy Times (2,536 words), oneshot, G - Dazai, the ever-good partner, knows all of Chuuya's tells. And when Chuuya seems like a walking corpse on their drive to a safe house, he's quick to realize the problem. He's got a beyond sleep-deprived slug on his bandaged hands.

5. Burning Bright! (12,449 words), ongoing, T - Chuuya always worked hard in his young life, balancing a part-time job with full-time college. He makes it work. But when his favorite actor (and crush) Dazai Osamu walks into his boba shop to get away from fans? It turns Chuuya's world upside down.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try! I know I've got a few I still need to respond to, but I promise I read them and I appreciate them so much!! I just tend to forget to respond after reading the email notification since Ao3 doesn't have any other notifications after that :')

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Ohhh it's two and they're not published yet haha. But they had me tearing up writing/thinking about it. As for published, it's Four Seasons (Warning: MCD) or To Be Human (more angsty hurt/comfort).

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

So I have a bad habit of jumping between projects A Lot soooo I haven't actually written many endings, just mapped them out. For published, though, I'd say The Feels or Sleepy Times.

Do you write crossovers?

Apart from IAYAYAM's Beast x Canon world crossover, no. I love seeing art or fics that set the bsd characters into other worlds, but I'm not creative enough for that lol.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

I don't think so? I've received spam but nothing like hate.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

In my head~ but I actually will be attempting to start writing it soon! I created a 18+ acc over on twt to explore it as well. When it comes to smut, though, I adoreeeee when it's tender or a first time.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yeah :') there was a website back in Julyish this year (2024) that stole a ton of works from Ao3 and put it on its own. Last I knew, the site was taken down, though!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yep, into Russian! The link is under What's Wrong, Love? !

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope. A friend and I have created threads off our texts using both our ideas, but never actually co-wrote them.

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

SOUKOKU. I've been here for three years already and I fear there is no escape.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I've got a few that are just dumb little ideas, like one is labeled Port Mafia Family Adventures and is supposed to be oneshots in a series of crack shenanigans in the pm, especially when skk were there together. Now that I think about it, it'll prolly get turned into a thread or two on here and twt hehe.

What are your writing strengths?

Uhhhh not fully sure. Lily said I captured teen!Dazai very well in a wip the other day so there's that? Skfdkjsjfs

What are your writing weaknesses?

Staying focused/on track... it shows in my writing imo. I'm also not very good at dialogue and I think I can still get better at descriptions and characterizations.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

YES. always yes. I want it as accurate as possible, even if people don't know how to read it. It makes it so much more real, especially if, say, the main character doesn't know the language and someone (the villain, for instance) is telling them something in that unknown language. Makes it feel like you're in that character's place not knowing what's going on.

What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

Hmm if it was gonna be anything, it'd be from either fe3h (sylvix + yuri), zelda (zelink), or hq (kenhina) but my mini hyperfixations on those never last long enough for me to write anything </3

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Ooh. That's hard. I honestly love all of them? Like there's none I regret writing, they're proof that I can focus on something and produce it well enough to publish. I also really like all the concepts I've published so far, as well as most of the ones in my wips <33

Tag Time! @hibiscesque @calmlb @altaiiriss @bloodsherry

#fanfic writer interview #bungou stray dogs #skk #dazai osamu #chuuya nakahara #malaikayaps #tagged randomly #no pressure to do this!#if anyone else wants to do it you should tag me in it so I can read it <3

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definitelynotshouting · 2 months ago

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fic writer interview!

shamelessly yoinking from @karliahs bc this looks fun as hell to do :]

How many works do you have on AO3?

32 fics total, between my main and rough draft pseud!! which feels like a really small amount, honestly-- i think my private WIPs list is MUCH higher 😂😂😂😂 if we're counting my very first (and very abandoned) ao3 acct too, then that number is bumped up to 35!!

What's your total AO3 word count?

163,211, and a good 65k of that was written this year somehow??? according to my statistics ._. lowkey crazy to think about

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

paid for it with all of my blood (BNHA | 8,452)

at times so self destructive (BNHA | 4,554)

lost in the dark (he's got a heavy heart) (HC/LIFE | 3,618)

or we can just have conversation (MSA | 1,834)

the art of rawgabbitry (BNHA | 1,609)

if youve been following me since my bnha fics in 2018 you deserve a veteran's discount

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i used to answer every single comment i got, honestly, unless it came by years after i posted it-- the only reason i dont as much anymore is because it gets REALLY overwhelming for me to respond to everyone after the initial barrage 😅😅 the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak etc etc. but i do read every comment and appreciate them SO SO MUCH, and whenever i find one particularly moving or want to just reassure people im still working on something i'll respond to those :]

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

not counting the wips that just never got finished and left off before their main shit could resolve, id say at times so self destructive (BNHA)-- i mean i LITERALLY ended it with izuku potentially dying 😭😭😭😭

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

tbh i dont think i write happy endings so much as i write hopeful, bittersweet, or open-ended ones-- i tend to like catharsis more than fluff when it comes down to it. but out of my fluff fics i think honey it's starting to storm (HC) is one of the genuinely sweetest ive written. my runner-ups on that would probably be when the smoke does finally pass (TMA) and or we could just have conversation (MSA) :]

Do you write crossovers?

not typically, and ive never published any, but i am definitely not immune to them 😂😂😂😂 i think my most niche crossover ive actually written (never to see the light of day) was a Nine Lives of Chloe King and Supernatural fic that was the definition of self-indulgent rot. only a little less niche than that was a Mortal Instruments and Supernatural crossover (theres a running theme here lol) lying in snippets on an ancient google doc in my oldest gmail acct. reread that one recently and its shockingly coherent for being written in like. 2016. id even call it decent (though theres a lot id change up if i were writing it now)

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

idk if it'd be considered hate but once i wrote a fic inspired by someone else's when i was very new to ao3, let them know (i didnt know about the "inspired by" option back then), and they got mad at me in my comments section because in their words, "its better than mine" 😭😭😭😭💥💥💥💥💥💥

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

YOU COULD SAY THAT

as for what kind, honestly whatever strikes my fancy-- usually character/relationship studies, or just a fun focus on character intimacy. love 2 be asexual<3 love 2 write asexual sex<3

i had a discussion with my qpp recently about how in all honesty the smut i write is pretty tame, its just the character emotions written behind it that makes it feel a bit deranged. smth smth scarian is a chemical explosion. u understand

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not to my knowledge!!!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

yeppers!! the art of rawgabbitry (BNHA) received a translation to Russian, which i always found a bit funny because rawgabbitry is. one of my least favorite works ive ever written, if only for the type of comments it tended to receive back in the day 😭😭😭😭

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

ive never managed it honestly-- i get a bit precious about my process, which can make it hard to collaborate on that level. but its something ive always wanted to grow enough as a writer to try :]

What's your all-time favorite ship?

not so much of a singular OTP type of guy as i have favorite pairings per fandom im in-- that being said rn its scarian :P

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

pretty much all of my dsmp wips honestly. i may surprise myself someday, but for now i just have zero urge to actually finish any of them

What are your writing strengths?

like my pal karliahs im gonna rip these from the comments ive received 😅😅😅 but id definitely say imagery is my strongest skill!! i have a very strong imagination, and tend to see fic scenes as movie scenes in my head which i then transcribe into written format. id like to say im also really skilled at characterization and realistic dialogue that captures character voices very well!! and frankly i just love emotional realism so much i cant NOT write it, its always leaking into everything i do

What are your writing weaknesses?

i tend to get a little too funky and abstract with my descriptions sometimes-- that can work for some scenes, but grounding everything so that it feels more real and makes actual sense to the reader is something i often have to do on the second, third, and final passes

also to every person who has to crack open a thesaurus to understand what i write, i am so fucking sorry😭💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

no thoughts beyond if its not a language you're proficient in you should probably get that checked over by a native speaker, just in case :P

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

fairy tail..... ff.net was a dark place

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

crying sobbing wailing as i desperately beg my brain to start writing that post-canon siffrin and odile relationship study. unfortunately i dont think i can have more than one longfic on my docket at a time so it shrimply must wait

What's your favorite fic you've written?

to the surprise of absolutely nobody, i'd have say lost in the dark (he's got a heavy heart) (HC/LIFE) :]

No obligation, but im tagging: @raichett, @kayawolfhorse, @boonbeenblade, @sillyfairygarden, and @grimfey !!! And anyone else who wants to do this ofc :]]]❤️❤️❤️❤️

#shouting speaks #tag meme #tag game #my fics #THIS WAS A LOT OF FUN HONESTLY!!!!#txt

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bucky-barnes-diaries · 2 years ago

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Masterpiece of Art

Pairing || Mob!Bucky x Wife!Reader

Summary || Your husband gives you an anniversary present that has you looking like a goddess—a masterpiece, perfection in every way.

World Count || 886

Contents & Warnings || Fluff, Mild Smut — [N]SFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, explicit content/language, implied sex and sexual activities. Lots of fluff as well!

Authors Note || This is for @the-slumberparty Week One Slumber Party Game. I chose A Diamond Necklace. Thank you guys for hosting! This was such a fun piece to write and it turned out perfect <3

Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

You can also read this story on AO3 and Wattpad! But remember to come back to this post and Reblog to show support! I would appreciate it if you left a Comment, as well as a Kudos/Vote on whichever platform you decide to read on :) Thank you!

Mob!Bucky Masterlist

It was yours and Bucky’s one-year wedding anniversary. And to celebrate, you were going out on a lovely fancy dinner. You and he were getting ready in your shared his and hers grand closet—piecing together fabulous formal wear that would fit the occasion for tonight.

You were almost entirely ready. Hair and makeup were done beautifully. And the dark purple dress you wore fit your figure to perfection—accentuating your curves and features. It was just the jewelry left to choose and match with your outfit. You pulled out rows of the expensive ones you owned and hunted to find the perfect ones.

The ring on your finger was an easy pick—wedding ring, of course. It always stayed on, and the significant meaning of the ring was the most perfect accessory you could ever wear. And for the earrings, you chose a pair of your favorites—the ones Bucky gave you on the first Christmas you celebrated together. But as you scanned the various necklaces, nothing really stood out. They were all, of course, beautiful in their own way, but nothing really struck your fancy.

“Hmm, what to choose from?” You mumbled to yourself as you tapped the fingers on the glass cover.

That was your husband’s perfect cue to make his way over to you.

A familiar arm wrapped itself around your waist and pulled you into a perfectly toned chest—a place that had been your home for the last three years. You hummed in contentment and closed your eyes as a perfect set of lips ghosted across your jawline before peppering soft kisses down your neck. A flow of pleasurable tingles spread throughout your nerves at the tender and loving affection.

“What are you looking for, princess?” Your husband mumbled in the curve where your neck and shoulder met.

“A necklace to go with the outfit. Is there anything that stands out to you?”

“Actually, there is, but it’s not something you own. At least not yet.”

Before you could ask what he meant, he turned you around, and in his hands, he held a deep blue velvet box. Opening it up, you were presented with the most stunning piece of jewelry you’d ever laid your eyes on—a diamond necklace. It outshined the rest of the jewelry you owned, but it wasn’t anything too heavy—it was a perfect balance between subtle and grand—elegant and simple. You were in awe of it, and Bucky chuckled at your speechlessness.

You almost didn’t want to touch it—your fingers only lightly brushed along the edges. You didn’t feel worthy of wearing such a masterpiece of art. But before you could voice your thoughts, Bucky pulled you to the full-length mirror and stood behind you.

He laid the necklace across your collarbone and clasped it at the back. The gems against your skin were a beautiful perfection, putting a finishing touch on your attire for the evening. You touched the necklace proudly now. A smile on your face as you examined yourself in the mirror.

Your insecurities from before were all tossed to the side once you saw how it all fit together, and especially by the way your husband was looking upon you in complete adoration.

He wrapped his arms around you again. “Gorgeous,” he muttered as he kissed your shoulder, lingering his lips there for a moment before resting his chin on the same spot. “You look like a piece of artwork, my love. Happy anniversary.”

“It’s beautiful, James. Absolutely perfect,” you uttered as you touched the gems one last time before cupping the side of his face with your hand. He leaned into it, kissing your palm and smiling in contentment at the tender touch.

“You are beautiful, princess. Absolutely breathtaking.” His warm breath brushed against your skin as he spoke, and you gasped at the sensation. “It’s you that makes the necklace perfect. Without you, it would just be a dull piece of nothing. Insignificant. Nothing of value. You make it worth something. It’s you that brings out its beauty. Only you.”

His loving declaration of your aesthetic quickly became sensual as his previous soft touches and praises turned into erotic ones.

“You know what will be even more perfect?” He mumbled against your skin as he slowly glided the tip of his nose down the column of your neck, making you purr and close your eyes in delight. “When I have you home later tonight. In nothing but that pretty necklace as I take your gorgeous body that belongs to me. Kissing and touching every inch of your divine skin.” He continued his journey towards your shoulder, leaving open-mouth kisses across it. “Fucking you so good that you’ll scream my name all night long.” And then back up your neck again. “What do you say, princess? Does that sound like the perfect evening to you?”

He pulled you closer to his body, and you felt his growing bulge digging into your ass, making you whine in need to have it deeper in you. It looked like the evening may be cut short, and you would jump straight to the delicious dessert part.

You didn’t mind at all. An evening of sex and pleasure with your husband was nothing you could ever say no to. You could do the fancy dinner another time.

“It sounds perfect, James.”

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biconickyoshi · 2 months ago

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Currently in a long ass line for early voting (PLEASE VOTE IF YOU LIVE IN THE USA BTW, so many of our rights are at stake!!!) and I got a kudos email from ao3 for The Avatar and the Fire Prince… so I went to check and I now have 3,002 kudos??? 🤯😭

I just wanna say thank you so so SO much to everyone who has taken the time to read this fic - I never in my wildest dreams could have imagined that it would ever get this much attention when I first started posting it way back in January 2022. I even gave up posting for several months after the first couple chapters because I wasn’t confident in my ability to write, and was overcritical of myself. But since December 2022, I’ve done my best to keep up with updating TAatFP at least once a month, and I’m proud to say that I’ve been able to keep up with that fairly well for the most part.

TAatFP is a labor of love and truly one of the only things I’ve ever managed to maintain a vested interest in almost 3 years after starting it. I still literally think about this fic every day (even if I don’t always write for it every day, and I’m so glad I do lol.

It’s really funny to me that despite being a superfan of AtLA since 2007, I was not even a Zukaang shipper until late 2021 when I had my epiphany about the ship, and now it has become my top ship above anything else in any other fandom despite not even being canon! I’m SO happy that TAatFP has opened so many people’s eyes to the potential of the ship!

Anywayyyyy I hope you all have a great Halloween! I’m going to be spending the next week playing Dragon Age: The Veilguard (I took off work for it lmao), so I apologize if the next TAatFP chapter is posted later than usual - though I’ve already managed to get a large chunk of it written thankfully, so hopefully it won’t be too much later than usual.

(Also, I’m sorry that I haven’t gotten to responding to comments for the last two chapters for those who have taken the time to leave them - it’s been a busy couple of months, and I really need to just sit down and answer them all in a chunk 😅)

I appreciate all of you so much! ❤️❤️❤️

- KJ

#my fic #the avatar and the fire prince #taatfp #zukaang #atla #atla fanfic #avatar the last airbender

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theladyofbloodshed · 6 months ago

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is it okay if i ask why you’re thinking of deleting everything? i hope you’re doing okay friend 🩷

It is a combination of many things. Thank you for checking in <3

I'm over SJM's works. I still have so many ideas for fics but I feel like why should I bother? She half-assed the source material and I spend so much of my time writing about her characters or trying to deepen the canon material - for example in AU ACOSF with the Illyrian traditions regarding tattoos or the events in the Spring Court. I love writing but I don't feel like the effort I put into it is worth it anymore as I'm getting less and less comments or likes. (Thank you to the faithful few who are always there for me, I appreciate your support so much and it's for you guys that I'm not throwing the towel in now).

I'd rather focus on writing my original works but they get very little support from people who read my fics. I have something like 14000 kudos on AO3 and if even a 10th of those people supported my own books or even just shared one of my instagram posts, it would help me greatly. I'm just a bit disappointed that the expression of love for my fanfics doesn't then carry over to my original work which I am far prouder of and care about more. I gave away the 1st book of The Story of Old on my birthday, I gave away The Witch and The Monster last year. I'm not doing it to make money as I don't really make money from it - anything I do earn goes back into commissioning art to try and get more people reading. I'm more and more frustrated that I can't boost my books further, so I wonder if I'm just not a good writer - but I have over 400k hits on AO3, so what is it?

Sometimes I find it to be very cliquey on here with little friendship groups which is good for them, but it can feel like standing on the fringes a lot of the time.

I moved countries a few months ago so I'm very home sick. I miss everything about home as much as I love it here too. The language is completely different and most people do not speak English. I don't have a job or a car so I feel like I've lost all of my independence at the moment. We're living with in-laws and I'm so desperate to be in my own house as I've lived alone since I was 18. I lost a good friend a few weeks ago and had her funeral this week but my residency permit still hasn't arrived so I couldn't travel and had to stream the funeral which only added to my homesickness. All of these things have just put my mood down even more.

#anon asks

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metaphoricgibberish · 7 months ago

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Nights Like This One: V.

"Sarah had never had a woman in her life, no mother, no one even close to fulfilling that role, and that, despite how desperately he tried to push it down, ate away at Joel, filled him with such sloshing, heavy guilt that he rarely allowed himself to harp on it because it hurt too fucking much. He could only do so much, be so much, and regardless of how much he tried to make his daughter's life full and happy, he knew there would always be a hole, a biting, gaping mother-shaped hole in her life."

paring: joel miller x ofc rating: 18+ mdni word count: 4.4k a.n. hi. happy father’s day— here’s a little something for all my fellow friends with daddy issues. also, just a friendly reminder to please comment on the fics you're enjoying! and not just mine, though that would be super appreciated. it's always a little disheartening to spend so much time writing something only for it to silently tick up in hits and kudos. we can't tell what ya'll like and don't like if you don't tell us! anyway, have a lovely day, hope you're all healthy and happy <3

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havendance · 6 days ago

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Tagged by @acediscowlng and @dustorange!

Tagging: uhhhh, I don't know who has or hasn't been tagged and I am too tired to figure out so if you haven't been tagged yet and you're interested, consider yourself tagged by me!

number of stories posted to ao3: This is the year I got involved in multiple niche archives so counting up everything gets a little more tricky. I posted a total of 26 fics this year! (17 to ao3, 3 exclusive to Superlove, and an extra 6 on CFAA). I also did a lot of prompt events and writing challenges this year so a lot of these works are shorter, only 8 being over 1500 words.

word counted posted for last year: 41,501! Less than last year, but I got into a really good writing grove last year whereas this year I had to worry about graduating and finding a job and actually driving on my commute instead of writing.

fandoms i wrote for: It’s all DC comics baby (except for the short Saga fic I wrote)

pairings: A bit of everything really. I think Helena & Barbara is the combo that stands out. Been thinking more about Helena/Dick as well though I only wrote a little thing for it.

stories with the most kudos, bookmarks and comment threads: Batman for Dummies comes out on top, but since I only posted the epilogue for it in 2024, I’m ignoring it in favor of Help! I was Reborn as Robin’s Father! which makes since as the fic I wrote that’s probably the most accessible to the larger fandom audience.

work i’m most proud of (and why): Hmm I think probably either Delta T or Cassanda Cain: Orpheus Special #1.I’m just really happy with how both of them turned out.

work i’m least proud of (and why): I as a manner of policy, don’t like to talk about my negative feelings towards my fics publicly, but I have to say probably white knight | black knight. This was my first time doing a mini-bang event and I feel like this fic could’ve used about 6 months of time to sit and a second draft but with the pressure of the deadline, I couldn’t give it that. I’m hoping I can look back and appreciate it more later, but for now it’s still got that feel of it in my mind.

share or describe a favorite review you received: I have gotten so many lovely comments this year and you all are wonderful, but I want to give a shout out to Scilly’s comment on Fatherhood for Dummies because you are like the Jack and Dana expert to me so I was so glad that you liked it <3 Also Melo left a wonderful comment on Wild Roses that I treasure.

a time when writing was really, really hard:

white knight | black knight 😔 I just hit a wall there and needed to keep pushing. Figuring out how to write the first scene between Cass and Shiva in Cassandra Cain: Orpheus Special #1 was also tricky but satisfying when I was able to get it done.

a scene or character you wrote that surprised you:

Hmm I’m not sure if anything really did. There was a whole Helena & Barbara subplot that sprouted up in Delta T but I don’t think that was really a surprise lol.

a favourite excerpt of your writing:

how did you grow as a writer last year:

I tried a lot of new things last year, a chunk of which has not actually seen the light of day, but whatever. I signed up for a lot more things and wrote a lot of little stuff.

how do you hope to grow this year:

Hmmm, I think I’d like to work more on tackling my multi-chapter fic ideas. So far I’ve been able to do it with ideas that have a limited number of chapters, but I have ones that feel less structured that I keep foundering on and I want to get them on page! (See: the spyral fic, the knightfall fic I still think about sometimes, I have a War Games idea that probably won’t come to anything, Black Queen)

who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer, beta, cheerleader, etc.):

I would like to give shout outs to Zahri for always leaving lovely comments, Mika for my Cass week stuff, and Scilly whose posts have given me several ideas to poke away at <3

anything from your real life show up in your writing last year:

I actually don’t think so. Though I did write that one self-insert…

any projects you’re looking to starting (or finishing) this year:

I sort of touched on this already but I really want to get back to the Robins don’t make great roomates universe this year! I’ve got a few different wips I want to get finished up and some ideas I’d love to get to (Nightwing: Year One, that Spyral fic) but I’ll have to see where things take me!

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monkey-banana41 · 1 month ago

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Fanfic Writer Interview

Many thanks to the awesome, amazing @hibiscesque for the tag! Very honored to do this <3 It's been a busy year for writing, so let's goooo~

How many works do you have on AO3?

In total 47~! For 2024, it's 41. (BSD really jumpstarted my writing juices XD)

Your top 5 stories by kudos/likes:

Not surprising all BSD (and also all SKK) XP

Always At Your Service, My Master - Oneshot / Explicit / 9,155 words - Written as a request for the BSD Gotcha4Gaza, it features DaChuu and their time before events of the Dark Era. It explores their relationship and unspoken feelings with a hint of spice and steam. Chuuya also wears a maid outfit. Because Dazai.

Forever My Loyal Servant - Oneshot / Explicit / 7,560 words - A short story for Bottom Dazai Week 2024. Takes place in the Beast universe, exploring the pining, the angst, and the unspoken feelings between Dazai and Chuuya. Also (makes attempts) to explore the power dynamic between the two of them, as they spend every night together. Angsty and sad. So many feelings when I got to the end ;w;

Our Unstoppable Destined Love - Oneshot / Mature / 6,401 words - Another Bottom Dazai Week story. Uh, Dazai in a dress while being the mafia boss is what got me started on this one. Just Dazai and Chuuya having a good old time while they're on the job. Whoops.

Finding Love in You - Oneshot / Mature / 11,871 words - Written for Chuuya Week 2024. Chuuya is the royal king, and Dazai is his newest wife. They start off on the wrong foot, but Dazai just can't help but wooed by him. It's such a cute little story <3

May You Be Mine? - Oneshot / Mature / 10,251 words - An office AU in which Chuuya is the custodian and Dazai is the office worker. It was supposed to end sadish, but then somehow, it turned out to be cute. Re-reading this makes me wanna eat chocolates made by Chuuya. Dazai is so lucky!

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! I respond super slow, but I eventually do! It's neat to interact with others, and it's a way of showing my appreciation to the lovely readers who enjoyed the story <3

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I like to write angsty stories, so a lot of the stories tend to have bittersweet/sad endings. But I think it's a tie between The Wicked Truth Among the Gentle Lies and The Unobtainable Glass Soul. The first one is SKK and... oof. Without giving too much away, the line between reality and desire is harsh. :') As for the second one, it is a FyoZai story, and it was written for Dead Dove Week, so the DD ending is... tough to swallow. Poor Dazai. The emotional pain killed my heart T_T

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Dreaming of You, Fated to be With You, in particular Chapter 5. It's a super sweet and cute AU in which Akutagawa is an archeologist/explorer and Atsushi is cursed as a tiger. The interaction between them is just down right adorable and hilarious sweet, especially since Atsushi can't communicate using regular words due to being a tiger. It's such a light-hearted, fun little AU.

Do you write crossovers?

Not yet. But I once thought about a crossover between Demon Slayers and BSD. It'd be fun to see the characters interact.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Knock on wood, I haven't!

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes. Alongside complex, layered issues and thought provoking emotions.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Luckily, I haven't. Hopefully it stays that way.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! It wasn't a BSD story. It was for a story I wrote called A Punishing Gift. It was for an otome game, Piofiore, featuring the pairing, Yang / Lily. I'm still super honored and humbled that it was widely loved by the reader who did such great working translating it into a masterpiece.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! I've written with Lily (another Lily; she sadly isn't on tumblr) on plenty of stories. It's always such a blast bouncing around ideas and seeing the characters lose it because of such said ideas. (Always up for co-writing with my moots and anyone in the community! Co-writing is so much fun <3)

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

That's a tough one. A toss up between SKK and Fyozai. But also SSKK, Kunizai, and DazAtsu. Okay, I just love these pairings too much to choose only one T_T

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Uhhhh... all of them. The WIP list is endless. Although I'd love to continue the two stories I did for the SKK Summer Exchange 2024 - Seeing My in You and Living a Life of My Own. My brain already has scenes and ideas for the next chapters, but... the time ;w;

What are your writing strengths?

I've been told it's transitioning in between scenes and characters' introspective thoughts. I also have lots of fun writing villains and their characters, exploring their motives and learning that they're very human despite what the they do.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Writing way too much when it's not needed sometimes. I get really into the story and the character, then forget that it needs less words, more clarity lol!

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I think it depends on the feel and intent of a given situation that is happening in the story. For myself, I don't do it too much, as I'm not sure I do it justice, writing dialogue in another language.

What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

For fandom, it's Demon Slayers, JJK, and Pandora Hearts. Without rambling too much, the worlds are so fascinating and the characters are equally fantastic. Would love to explore lots of ships for all three series. For a particular ship, I'd love to write Emily and JJ from Criminal Minds. Their dynamic is peak.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

All of them! I had so much fun writing each and every single one <3

Tagging: @theroadtosomewhere, @bunnys-tales, @aurorahrt, @falloutjuli, @xerx, @apatheticanvas91305 (no obligations! many apologies if already done >_<)

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