#lovelink fic

[dr-ethan-ramseyy]

Something That I Want

Pairing: Jonathan Hayes x Reader (Lovelink)

Word Count: 825

This is not timely at all and I'm pretty sure nobody cares about this except me, but I wrote it anyway! I'm coming back to lovelink after an extremely long break and catching up on Jonathan's route. I didn't like what happened after the solo lunch with his parents, so I wrote this instead.

“Hey baby,” Jonathan grinned, jogging up to you right after his parents had left the lunch they had asked to have with you alone. 

“Hey,” you smiled as he hugged you, then the two of you walked towards the beach with his arm around your waist. 

After you found a place to settle into the sand, he looked at you expectantly. “So? Looks like you made it out alive?”

You laughed. “I did. It was… nice.”

He quirked an eyebrow. “Ooookay. Did you talk about me?” He smirked.

“Of course,” you grinned. “Turns out you’ve always been too handsome for your own good. I heard it got you into all kinds of trouble.”

He laughed, pulling you closer to him. “I guess that’s a fair point. Anything else?”

You hesitated, not sure how much to say or how to say it. You definitely understood where his parents were coming from, but you also felt like they put you in a really tough spot. You hated to feel like you were stuck in the middle between Jonathan and his family.

Jonathan noticed your hesitation, and turned to look you into the eye more clearly. “Sweetheart, what is it? Did something happen?”

“Well. They just… they asked me to talk to you about something. And I feel a little weird about it. Because it’s not really my business... Or theirs, honestly.”

He furrowed his brow. “What did they ask you to do?”

You took his hand in yours and held it in your lap, focusing on how grounded it made you feel. You took a deep breath. “They want me to try to convince you to leave the army.”

“They… what? Why would they ask you to do that?”

You tightened your hold on his hand slightly, watching the muscles flex in his arm as he digested the information. “They said that you wouldn’t listen to them, but you might listen to me.”

He was quiet for a while. You looked at him, and when you did, he just sighed. 

“They’re worried about you,” I said. “They’re just really worried about what could happen. Especially after…”

“Yeah. I know,” he said. After a moment, he swallowed audibly and murmured, “how do you feel about this?”

“Well, I feel weird about them trying to get me to team up against you.”

“No, I mean… Do you agree with them? Do you want me to quit?”

This was the question that you had been dreading. He searched your face, his blue eyes piercing into yours. You knew he could tell that you didn’t want to answer. Finally, you said, “I want you to be happy. That’s ultimately what I want. And I know your job means a lot to you.”

“But if it was up to you. If you could tell me to stay or to leave, what would you say?”

You shook your head, “It’s not my decision, Jonathan. I want you to do what you think is best for yourself.” 

He let out an incredulous laugh. “I’m asking for your input here, baby. What do you want me to do?”

You could feel tears welling up in your eyes, not wanting to be completely honest because you knew how much he worried about you. “You know I worry about you, Jonathan. When you were gone last time… I felt like I couldn’t breathe. And then when I found out you were injured…” You trailed off and shook your head. “I’ll never stop worrying about you. I’ll never stop being scared about what could happen. And I know how much pressure this job puts on you, and I know you’re good at your job, but I see what a toll it takes on you. So if you’re asking what I would want… I guess the answer is I would want you to quit.”

Before he could respond, you jumped in, with, “but I am not asking you to do that. I truly want you to do whatever you think is best. If you don’t feel like your time in the army should be up yet, then you keep going until you’re ready to stop, okay? This isn’t about me.”

Jonathan was quiet for a while, lost in thought. He pulled you into his arms and buried his face into your neck. “Thank you for telling me. And thank you for not trying to convince me to do anything,” he said quietly into your skin. “But you’re wrong.”

“I’m wrong?”

“You said this isn’t about you, but it is. I’m not making decisions for just myself anymore. I need to be making decisions for us, for our future.”

“Jonathan, I will stick by you no matter what you do. You don’t need to worry about that.”

He kissed you then, gently, threading his fingers through your hair. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you, too… are you okay?”

“I’m good. You’ve just given me a lot to think about.”

[queen-of-boops]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks for the tag @rebelrayne!

How many works do you have on ao3?

I have 57 somehow.

What's your total ao3 word count?

669,991

What fandoms do you write for?

LITG

Top five fics by kudos:

Like No One's Watching (Ozzy/MC)

Truly, Madly, Deeply (Bobby/MC)

Leather and Lace (Lucas/MC)

Deep Dive (Levi/MC)

Uninhibited (multiple pairings)

Do you respond to comments?

Yes! I used to never respond, but I love it now. If someone's taking the time to read my fic and comment, I want to let them know how much it means to me.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Missed Messages, but hey, the prompt was unhappy ending.

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

Ummm, most of them tbh. I love fluff and almost always give my characters a happy ending. Maybe How I Met Your Mother just because it's set so far in the future compared to when they met.

Do you get hate on fics?

I have, but I wouldn't say it's consistent.

Do you write smut?

Lol, yup. All of my most popular fics have smut and one is entirely smut.

Craziest crossover:

Craziness might be a stretch, but I have an Are You The One? crossover and started posting my Too Hot To Handle crossover last week.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes, but not in LITG

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not a fic, no.

All time favourite ship?

Outside of just any of my favorites/MC, the one ship I will always read is Lucas/Henrik.

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

It's not even a WIP cause there's nothing written down, but a Levi Villa fic.

What are your writing strengths?

Always a hard one to answer, but I'd say FTL fluff or emotional smut.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Descriptors and metaphors, they always fight me.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

It's fine as long as it serves a purpose. Like nicknames and curses are fine, but two characters having a full conversation in a language they both understand isn't really necessary imo.

First fandom you wrote in?

Lovelink

Favourite fic you've written?

Deep Dive. I just love Levi, love the trope and setting, and adore my OC in that fic.

Tagging: @lucas-koh @i-boop-you

[0shewrites0]

20 questions for fic writers

thank you for tagging me @rebelrayne 🫶🏼

How many works do you have on ao3?

20

What's your total ao3 word count?

539,557

What fandoms do you write for?

Love Island the Game, Romance Club fandom, The Originals (and I guess you could say LoveLink because I had characters appear in a LITG fic?)

Top five fics by kudos:

1. Dead of Night

2. Seamless

3. I’m Yours

4. liquid gold

5. crossroads

Do you respond to comments?

Yes! Always! Maybe not right away but I love getting comments, reading them and replying to them 🥹

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don’t know, I guess it would be the ghost of you because rainbow isn’t that angsty. It’s more hurt/(a little)comfort?

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

There are so manyyy 😂 But for the sake of it, I’ll put a thief and a liar here

Do you get hate on fics?

No and I’m glad I don’t. I only had someone ask why there was such a difference in the level of writing between I’m Yours (literally my first ever fic) and Seamless. Which, duh. And I should probably give I’m Yours a rewrite but I honestly couldn’t care less. It’s a part of my journey 🥲

Do you write smut?

Yes and I think it’s fun!

Craziest crossover:

I’ve not really done crossovers.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No but I feel like if that happened to me, I’d be heartbroken.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No.

All time favourite ship?

I thought I’d say Lucas/MC but now I don’t know? I’ll write anything as long as the ✨hyper fixation✨ hits, ya know? And I read everything as well. I’ve read so many great fics where I absolutely loved the pairing.

Lmao in case you couldn’t tell, I’m fucking indecisive 💀

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

A chaptered fantasy AU. I have so many chapters written (unedited) but most days I’m not really feeling it 😩 It’s been sitting in my drafts for forever.

What are your writing strengths?

I’ve had a lot of people in comments say that my character analysis is great and that way I can bring them to life in a realistic way? And that I can portray them and their thoughts and emotions really well 👉🏼👈🏼

What are your writing weaknesses?

Definitely the language. I’ve tried writing in German but it’s horrible. It’s so cringeworthy and I can’t even imagine putting that on a platform even though I’m native and obviously have alllll the vocab skills I’d need. But English is only my second language and I’m still struggling, sometimes so much that I can’t even sit down and write because I get so frustrated.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I love it!

First fandom you wrote in?

Love Island the Game

Favourite fic you've written?

I’ve loved writing It was meant to be you so so much 😮‍💨

tagging @willkimurashat @mercedesdecorazon @crimswnred @libelle949 @perfectlysunny02 @operationnope @ellegreenwxy @eskiix @ariendiel 🩷

[redspacewriter]

3, 4, and 5 for the ask game please!

Mo! Lovely, thanks for stopping by.

3. What's your favorite fic that you've written?

I pretty much change my mind when it comes to my favorite. Currently, it's definitely Black Canary.

4. How many WIPs do you have right now?

Far too many. The goal is to get them posted, the problem is that I never finish them. So here's a few I'm working on: The Bird Cage, Villarosa, Lucky*, Wreck Lass, Perfect Match and a few others with working titles.

5. What's a fic idea you've had that you will never write?

My intention was to write a villa au that involved a cross-over with of litg and lovelink . I wrote a one-shot that alluded to the idea, the series is sadly never gonna see the light of day.

-- a list of fanfic writer asks

[duskwood-by-daylight]

Happy Hour

Summary: You want everyone to get along, but of course these boys have to make it difficult.

Warnings: cursing, drinking, awkwardness, Marco

Word count: 1270ish

A/N: I've decided on the title Say It Now for this series, inspired by the Nick Wilson song. As always, 18+, minors DNI. Don't steal or copy or whatever. Feedback always appreciated.

The tentative reforging of Taylor and Marco's friendship is a slow process, but you've been trying to help in any way you can, starting by encouraging Taylor to meet Marco at the bar near your job. Although if you're being honest, you'd rather get Taylor all to yourself for some catchup alone time. "I'll try to join you two after work, okay?"

Taylor frowns at you and even over video chat, you can almost taste his displeasure at the idea. He groans, "Fine. If it'll make you happy, I'll do it."

"Good boy. I'll see you then."

"Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. Sally called me earlier."

You don't want to be that person, but you feel your neck tense at the mention of her name. Forcing your voice to be completely level, "Oh? What did she want?"

Taylor grins and you realize he can see your discomfort, "Don't know. I missed the call. I texted her, but she never answered. I guess she wants to talk about everything."

"Yeah." Ninety-eight percent of you is perfectly fine with Sally and Taylor talking and continuing their friendship, maybe even exploring their feelings, but two percent of you wants to threaten her at weapon-point and dare her to touch him. It's a big two percent. "I need to finish uploading my files for work tomorrow, so I'll talk to you after I'm done."

"Hey, good luck on your presentation, love."

"Thanks, babe. I'll need it."

"You won't." He blows you a kiss before the screen goes dark.

Real boyfriend. Fake boyfriend. Real lover. Pretend best friend. Pinning down a title for Taylor is near impossible in your mind. He's all those things, but if you based it on your feelings toward him, you'd land on partner. Partner in crime, partner in love, partner. Your thoughts drift to Marco and the prospect of seeing him again. The last time hadn't been very pleasant, watching the wedding fall apart before your eyes. You've spoken to him a few times since, but the conversations have been hollow and simple. Taylor has managed to avoid him for the most part, stating he doesn't want to get involved in the drama Marco is sure to bring, most of which is unspoken. "He says he loves you. He wants you. I'm tired of fighting him for this kind of thing. Can't we just be for a little while? Can't we just exist without Marco inserting himself in the middle of it?"

Taylor idly folds and unfolds his napkin, trying to stay focused on Marco's story, but his mind keeps wandering to you and how excited he is to see you again.

"You're not listening." Marco grins, knowing the faraway look in his friend's eye. "What's up?"

He sighs, finally meeting Marco's gaze. "You know, I never thanked you for introducing us, me and Y/N, I mean. She's really great and… thank you." Marco's expression stiffens a little but he hides it by taking a drink. "Now that things are done with Sally, I know you want to go after Y/N. Before you do, I need you to know how I feel about her. I want it to be clear."

"Do you love her?" Marco's tone suggests he knows the answer already, but sincerely hopes that he's wrong.

Signaling the bartender for another whiskey, Taylor contemplates, "I might."

"Well, I do." Marco sips, "I can't believe you've been her fake boyfriend this whole time."

Taylor holds the glass against his lips before speaking, "Dating might have been fake but the orgasms are pretty real."

Marco splutters, "what?"

Taylor runs a hand back through his hair. Seeing his best friend look so rattled makes him feel a certain smugness. Sure, he might come off as an asshole, but he knows exactly what his own feelings toward you are and Marco being Marco won't change them. "Did you expect me to just… sit back and serve her up to you, gift wrapped and ready to fuck? Because that won't happen, Marc." Taylor finishes his whiskey in one swallow, turning to glare at Marco. "Ever."

"No, but I want a chance because I think she has feelings for me, too."

Taylor opens his mouth to respond, but falters when he spots you entering the bar, standing up to wave you over. "We'll talk about this later. Hey, lover!"

"Hey guys, hope I haven't kept you waiting."

Taylor immediately moves and gives you his barstool, helping you into it. "Here, love. You can take mine."

"Thank you, babe." You quickly kiss the corner of his mouth.

"How was work? I see you survived the big presentation."

"Exhausting. I could use a drink or ten."

Marco flags the bartender down and Taylor uses the opportunity to softly kiss your cheek, slipping his arm around your waist. "I'm glad you're here, my love. I've missed you these past few days."

You lean into his shoulder, "I missed you, too."

"Here you go." Marco passes you a glass, your favorite drink reflecting inside.

"Aw, you remembered. Thank you. What have you boys been up to?"

They both start talking and you slowly let yourself fade into the background of the conversation, hoping the guys will ignore your lack of input. It's been a terribly long day and frankly you've been more worried about this moment than the presentation. Taylor must sense your hesitancy after a bit because he clasps your hand on the bar, giving it a light squeeze and holding it there until his phone rings.

"Excuse me, it's my boss." He steps away and leaves you with Marco and of course he would leave me with Marco.

"So how have you been?" Marco's cheerful facade has receded a little, revealing his anxiety.

"I'm okay. Have you been doing better since the breakup?"

"Oh, yeah. It was rough at first, but I've had the time to really think about things and decide what I want in life." He turns his focus fully on you and instinctively you know what he's going to say. Don't. Don't do it.

Fortunately, Taylor reappears, "Looks like I'll have to cut the night short. My boss needs a copy of our most recent shipping orders and they're on my laptop."

"Aw, honey, I just got here." You can't help but pout.

"I know, love. I'll call you when I get home though. I promise."

Marco walks you to your car since Taylor left in such a hurry. You're already thinking of crawling into a relaxing bubble bath with Taylor on video chat and hardly paying attention to your walking companion. "It was good to see you."

Digging the depths of your purse for car keys, you vaguely agree, "mhm."

"Look, can I be honest with you?"

"I would rather you didn't."

"I care about you and I want to take you out on a real date."

"Where are my fucking keys?" You're ready to upend the contents of your purse onto the ground when Marco holds them up. You quickly snatch them away from him and turn to your car. "Thank you."

"Are you even going to say anything about what I said?"

"Marco." Truthfully, you don't really know what to say. It isn't a new confession or admission. "You get that I don't want to be with you, right? Like… I've made it pretty clear and I'm already kind of dating Taylor."

"Fake dating. Let me take you out."

"So if I agree to one date, you promise to leave me alone about it?"

[gutmeats]

ive started writing fics in a notebook instead of on my computer and i write "<fic or scene> DUMBEST VERSION" and let me tell you. i have been WRITING.

[kokokabana]

Dominic, Adam…

We’ve had two dates so far. One of which was cut short due to a crazy ex and one of which you said the three words to MC.

We aren’t even official and yet you guys drop the L bomb?!

[shadyelizabeth]

Samira

[dr-ethan-ramseyy]

What I Wish Had Happened

This is what I wish had happened at the end of that last Marco/Hugo update. To be honest, I’m not a huge fan of how their story has been going, and I’m entirely sick of the Sally situation, so my mind kind of wandered and this was the result. 

Pairing: Marco/Hugo x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Sally turned to you, eyes bright and expectant after asking you to be in her bridal party. You were taken aback and had no idea how to respond. How could you? This was not going to plan at all. You were hoping this would be the day that Marco finally admitted that you were the one he was meant to be with… but now the wedding was back on, Sally hadn’t even let Marco finish what he was going to say, and now she expects you to be in the wedding? It was all too much.

You looked at Marco, who was looking back at you, his expression just as shocked as you felt. 

“I...I… can’t,” you said, suddenly feeling like you couldn’t breathe. You got up from the table and quickly walked out the back, needing some air and needing to get away from them. 

You staggered outside, taking deep breaths to get air into your lungs. You felt like you were panicking, like your world was coming crashing down on you. 

“Y/N?” A soft voice that you knew so well came quietly from behind you. You squeezed your eyes shut and took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what you knew you had to do. 

You turned around slowly, your eyes filling with tears. 

You were still breathing heavily and Marco took a concerned step forward, cupping your face in his hands. “Breathe, Y/N, you’re okay. I’m here, just look at me.”

“I can’t,” you choked out, more tears falling.

He wiped them away with his thumb. “Can’t what?”

“I can’t do this anymore, I’m sorry,” you said, pulling away from him. 

He looked dejected, and said, “What do you mean? Y/N, talk to me.”

“I can’t be friends with you and pretend things are fine, and I can’t go on stupid double dates with you and Sally, and I definitely can’t be in your wedding. I’m sorry, I’m done, I have to be,” you said, starting to walk away.

Marco took hold of your wrist, desperately holding you in place. “Y/N, please don’t. I thought we were friends!”

You spun back towards him, your anger spiking. “I never wanted to be your friend! Marco, I am so in love with you, it’s killing me. Have you ever for a second thought of all this from my point of view? You spent so long telling me how awful Sally was, how she never paid attention to you, not the way that I did. Then you told me that you were in love with me. You said that to me, Marco. You told me that you were ending things with her and that you would pick me. You told me we would be together, then you disappeared, and when you came back, you told me you’re still choosing her, but you wanted to keep me in your life. And I was just supposed to be okay with that. Do you have any idea how that felt? Did you even think about what you were putting me through?”

He stared at you, shocked. He looked like you had slapped him. “But.. you and Taylor…”

“It wasn’t real. He thought if we pretended to date, you and Sally would get jealous and realize who you’re really supposed to be with. I’m sorry, I know that was manipulative and messed up, but we were desperate, and it didn’t work anyway, so I guess you don’t have to worry about it anymore.”

“You...what?”

“I know, I’m sorry. Look, Marco, I love you, so I want you to be happy. If Sally really makes you happy, then I’m glad you’re staying with her. But I can’t keep waiting around and hoping that someday you’ll pick me. It hurts too much. And I can’t stand there and watch you marry her. So, I have to go.”

He looked like he was about to cry now. He reached out for your hand and you reluctantly let him take it. “Don’t go, Y/N, please.”

You pressed a hand to his cheek, studying his face for the last time. Tears welled in your eyes again and you blinked them away. “Bye, Marco,” you said with a sad smile before turning away and not looking back. 

~~~

Weeks passed. Marco had texted and called a few times, which you left unanswered. You were doing your best to move on, but it wasn’t easy. You felt like a part of you would always love him. 

Your phone pinged one Saturday night when you were chilling at home. You sighed when you saw that it was Marco. You opened the text just so he would see that you were deliberately ignoring him. The texts kept coming though. 

Hey, Y/N.

You’re really gonna leave me on read again?

Okay, I deserve that. I understand that you don’t want to talk to me, but will you at least read until the end? I have some things I want to say to you, and I guess this is the only way. If you still don’t respond… I guess that’s my answer. 

First of all, I’m so sorry for what I put you through. You’re right, I wasn’t thinking of you when I chose to stay with Sally. I thought it would be easy and safe with her, and I was being selfish and stupid, especially when I just expected you to be my friend like nothing had happened, after everything I had said to you. I am so truly sorry, Y/N. 

The truth is, I’ve never felt as strongly about anyone as I do about you, and that scared me. I was scared to start something new and deal with the fallout of ending things with Sally, so I was a coward and you got hurt because of it. I’m not trying to make excuses, it was wrong of me, and I’m so sorry I hurt you so much. 

So… I ended things with her. Finally. Officially. Completely. We’re done, and everyone has been informed the wedding is called off. 

You sat there for a few moments, completely baffled. This is what you had always wanted, but was it too late? He sounded sincere, but how could you be sure he wouldn’t break your heart again? 

I’m so sorry it took me so long, but if you’ll let me, I want to spend the rest of our lives making it up to you. I love you, Y/N. I love you so much. I would love another chance, if that’s still what you want. 

Whatever you choose...just, be happy, okay? You deserve the world, Y/N. I want you to be so happy, even if it's not with me.

You took quite some time thinking everything over, knowing that you were still in love with him, and knowing that you had to go see him. 

A few hours after his last text had come in, you were knocking on Marco’s door. He opened the door quickly and looked shocked but happy to see you. “Y/N?”

“Hey,” you said tentatively. 

“Come in,” he said, moving into the living room. You walked in, staying standing and staring at him, not sure what to do. “So, I guess you saw my texts,” he said, sounding nervous. 

You nodded your head, unable to take your eyes from him. “You meant it?”

He took a step closer to you, so he was only a few paces away. “Yes, of course. All of it.”

“You ended it?”

“I did.”

“And she knows?”

He laughed humorlessly. “She knows. Everyone knows.”

“And you...love me?”

His eyes softened and he looked like he wanted to reach for you, but thought better of it. “Of course I do. I love you so much, Y/N.”

“You want to be with me… for real this time?”

“I really do,” he said, cautiously taking a step closer. 

You felt tears prick at your eyes again. “Please don’t break my heart again,” you whispered.

He looked like he wanted to cry too, and he took your hands in his, looking at you with such love in his eyes. “I won’t. I swear I won’t, I’m so sorry.”

Finally, you let go of your resolve and fell into his arms, burying your face in his neck. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, too.”

[rainwolfheart]

Writing prompts

2021-10-31: Not actively taking prompts. I'll update whenever that changes! Just been way too busy to write fic lately.

I'm currently accepting writing prompts! If you send me a DA one, it'll likely be filled on Friday for DA Drunk Writing Circle.

I write in English and French, and I'm comfortable-ish writing dialogue in Spanish. (if you're looking for a french-english translator for a fic, hmu?)

I take any kind of prompt. If you need inspiration, here are a few lists I like: classical literature prompts, DA prompts, DA dialogue prompts, DA codex prompts 1, DA codex prompts 2, Trans Bingo cards, fic title prompts (send me a new title and I'll write a summary, or send me one I've already written a summary for and I'll write an excerpt)

I post prompted fics on Tumblr and repost them on AO3. Please let me know if you want to be credited anonymously on either platform, otherwise I will credit you for the prompt :)

Main DA pairings and topics

Feryn Aeducan x Leliana

Alistair x Dael Mahariel

Anders x Hamish Hawke

Anders x Nathaniel Howe

Branna Cadash x Lace Harding

Branna Cadash x Josephine Montilyet

Gaël x Marfisa Trevelyan

Bethany Hawke x Marijke Kader

Marian Hawke x Isabela

Marian Hawke x Isabela x Merrill

Marian Hawke x Merrill

Nathaniel Howe x Velanna

Isabela x Merrill

Dael Mahariel x Merrill

Josephine Montilyet x Rafael Trevelyan

Dorian Pavus x Rafael Trevelyan

Sigrun x Velanna

Marfisa Trevelyan & Rafael Trevelyan

The Bull's Chargers, Inquisition agents, multiplayer characters (Dalish/Skinner, Charter/Tessa, open to other ships)

Gen: team bonding (especially DA2 cast)

Gen: mage resistance/rebellion stuff

Gen: post-Inquisition Solas-hunting shenanigans (Tevinter Nights vibes)

Gen: crossovers and AUs (I've written Exandria AU and modern AU stuff before, feel free to suggest others)

More details & other fandoms under the cut

I can also write other people's OCs or a generic/ambiguous PC, and certain other characters and ships; don't be afraid to ask! A few notes:

I won't write anything focused on Aveline, Cullen, Oghren, or Sten (unless it's critical of them), or anything pro-templar, sorry.

I'm also not very experienced writing certain characters, such as red!Hawke, Sera, and Vivienne. But I'm up for a challenge!

I am always, always down to write characters as trans. I write Fenris as transmasc and Hawke as AFAB nonbinary unless otherwise specified. My Hawkes, Mahariel, Trevelyan and Kader are all trans.

I headcanon Josephine as ace, so I'm not comfortable writing smut for her.

If you send me a NSFW prompt, I may tone it down to my comfort zone. I'm new to writing smut and prefer vanilla stuff.

Other topics I'm currently open to writing

Check, Please! (Bitty/Jack, Holster/Ransom, Lardo/Shitty)

Critical Role (Allura/Kima, Beau/Jester/Yasha, Caleb/Essek, Caleb/Molly, Fjord/Jester, Keyleth/Vax, Percy/Vex; used to write Caduceus/Fjord and always down to write them as friends or queerplatonic nowadays; OC blood hunter siblings Sol & Hala)

Lovelink (MC x Adam, Ana, Blake, Charlie, Cpt. Muffin['s human], Dahlia, Dominic, Dr. Vile, Jake, Keanu, Milena, Nicholas, Rose, Ruby, Sage, Tiros, Vitoria, Zayn)

Star Wars (Finn/Poe/Rey, Finn/Rose, Greer/Joph, Black Squadron fun times)

The Witcher (maybe? I'm familiar with TW3 and started watching the Netflix show. Geralt/Yennefer or Geralt/Triss)

Bullet-point/short paragraph meta or headcanons (things like "headcanons about the M9's favourite foods" or "which DA story choice do you prefer out of these options and why")

Poetry (free verse or haiku; you can try sonnet, blank verse, etc. prompts, but no promises lol)

Short original fiction (especially high fantasy, fairytale-inspired, historical fantasy, near-future sci-fi, space opera, dystopian)

Very short plays and monologues (I tend toward postmodern/postdramatic/poetic stuff)

[kittidot]

@anotherrennell reminded me we never got our drunk texts after Albert’s night out ... so here’s my take on our 🍬 and 🌶 boy when he’s drunk near the beginning of talking to MC.

Sorry the formatting is shit but you get the idea 😂

[redspacewriter]

what if you weren’t afraid: lies make friends

One-Shot | Link to AO3

Aviel wasn't sure she wanted to know the results of the Lie Detector Test. Her best mate, Gary was sure she'd do well. She was honest. But, how honest can you be when you're hiding from your feelings?

— for the lie detector test prompt by @litgwritersroom.

[duskwood-by-daylight]

The Few Things

Damien is feeling anxious but you've got the perfect solution.

Warnings: cursing, cockwarming, anxiety, cuddling, if I missed any lemme know

Word count: 750ish

A/N: It's been awhile! I know I mentioned the new Damien face claim but here we are again. It's much too late for me lol. As always, 18+, minors DNI. Don't steal or copy or whatever. Feedback always appreciated.

Bang!

Damien swallows hard and forces himself to focus at the living room ceiling, counting backwards until his heartbeat slows. He's never hated living in the city more than this moment; every sound is amplified and panic inducing, car alarms, doors slamming, whatever that constant fucking thumping is upstairs. He knows there will always be days like this but knowing doesn't make this one any easier. Unable to pinpoint the root his fear, he uses the techniques his therapist suggested, hoping his brain will just lay off for a single goddamn minute. Using his thumb, he idly spins the fidget ring you bought him just for these times, when his nerves feel too… nervous.

He glances down to where you're tucked between his body and the couch, head resting against his shoulder, legs tangled with his, your eyes following along the movie on screen. Matching his breathing to yours, he gives you a squeeze and kisses the top of your head. Focusing on your weight at his side makes the waves of anxiety recede a little.

"You okay, baby?"

He hates that you know he's upset without even looking at him but he loves how you can read him so well. Emotions storm together and now he's irritated with himself. "Yeah. No. I don't know. Didn't sleep worth a damn last night. I feel so fucking anxious and I don't know why. I'm trying to not bitch about it. Sorry if I'm annoying you."

You lean up and kiss his jaw, ignoring the television, "It's your job to annoy me. How can I help?"

"Being close to you keeps me calm but I don't want to smother you." When you tilt your face toward him, he forces a smile even though his heart is threatening to beat out of his chest. "I really love you, pretty girl."

"I love you." You lightly rub his chest, hating to see your man so out of sorts. His bouts of anxiety and panic are less frequent since coming home, but no less intense. "I've got an idea, honey. Trust me?"

"Down, boy." You giggle, tracing your hands over his tense shoulders. "I'm gonna keep you warm while we lay like this for the rest of the movie."

"More than I trust myself, sugar." His eyebrows raise when you reach into his sweatpants and free his already half hard cock. You gently stroke his length while wiggling your shorts down with your free hand. "Sex is your idea? Not that I'm upset. It's the best idea you've ever had." He steadies you while you straddle his hips, sliding down onto him.

"Wait a minute. We're not having sex?"

His confusion makes you grin and you lean forward, pressing your lips to his furrowed brow. "Not right now. Think of it as advanced cuddling. Just relax, baby." You kiss along his jaw and gaze down at him warmly. "You have the prettiest eyes, you know. They change between green and blue, but right now, they're perfectly in between."

"Only get that way when I'm looking at something perfect."

"Cheesy."

"Facts are facts." He exhales deeply, now glaring at the ceiling for a different reason. "Do you have any idea how difficult it is to keep my composure right now? I want to flip you over and fuck you into this couch so bad." He shifts a little, taking the opportunity to languidly raise his hips into yours.

"Oh, believe me, I can tell, Mr. I Don't Like To Brag. As much as I want you to rearrange my guts, let's at least try this."

"Well, get comfy then." He relents, "I'll try this. Only because you asked me to and only because we're absolutely gonna fuck later." You scoot down enough to lay on his chest, securing the blanket over you both. "It does feel good to be with you, sugar. Would feel better to be fucking the shit out of you, but this is good, too." His fingers lightly trace down your spine until his palms settle on your skin. "You're so warm."

You spend the next twenty minutes trying to not clench your muscles in any way, which is a lot more difficult than you thought, considering how deep he is and how much you'd like him to fuck you into the couch. Finally, the credits roll and you lift up to check on Damien, who hasn't made a sound since he wrapped his arms around you. He's sound asleep, breathing deeply with his chin resting against his shoulder.

[mechatimagines]

Question, should I keep posting my fics on here or just post them on Ao3??? Every time I post my fics on here I get no traction what so ever half the time. I don’t know if it’s worth posting them on here anymore.

[gutmeats]

ok i like salvatore's route. i just wish that between chatting with him there were scenes where we get to wander around the villa by ourselves. we've been there like a week in game its stupid we dont get snippets of what the mc is up to

[pacificprincen]

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