#lovers to enemies to lovers

[bringinghometherain]

You know what trope I wanna see more of? Couples who have been married forever who are estranged but still in love but estranged. You know me better than any other person on earth. I haven't seen you in three years. I never stopped loving you. If I have to spend another minute in your presence I will murder you. I'm hurt and I need you right here with me. God you're such a dumbass. You're the only one I trust to do this job. I want you out of my sight.

[babybenn]

[cyclopssun]

sketchers (lesbian ver) bc i can’t art rn

txt: An occasional dream

and we’d talk with our eyes of the sweetness in our lives- David Bowie

Baby, you were the love of my life- Harry Styles

[invalidstories]

Enemies to Lovers Dialogue Prompts

"You drive me insane, you know that? I can't seem to get you out of my head."

"Every time I see your face, I want to punch it but kiss it at the same time. What's wrong with me?"

"You're infuriating. I don't know why I bother with you." "Maybe because deep down, you know I'm right." "Don't flatter yourself. I just enjoy the argument."

"I kind of missed having you around." "Oh, please. Spare me the sentimentality." "I'm serious. Life's been dull without your constant bickering."

"You're the last person I expected to turn to for help." "Believe me, I'm not thrilled about it either. But desperate times call for desperate measures."

"You're not as tough as you pretend to be." "And you're not as heartless as you'd like everyone to believe." "Keep telling yourself that."

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but... I think I'm falling in love with you." "Well, that's unfortunate." "Shut up and kiss me already."

"I hate that I can't stay mad at you." "Trust me, the feeling's mutual."

"You're infuriatingly attractive." "And you're... tolerable, I guess." "Gee, thanks. Remind me why we're not ripping each other's heads off right now?"

"I never thought I'd see the day when we'd be on the same side." "Yeah, well, life's full of surprises."

"Stop trying to kill me 24/7!" "Fine, but I can't promise I won't annoy you to death instead."

"You're infuriatingly persistent, you know that?" "And you're infuriatingly resistant. What's it going to take for you to admit you like me?" "Oh, please. Don't flatter yourself."

"Just because we are a thing now, I don't lose my right to insult and hate you sometimes."

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[ggensblog]

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part four: the bachelorette party

contains: remus lupin x fem!reader, modern! no magic! au, poorly-written dialogue, alcohol consumption, swearing, awkward/tense interactions, unedited, I think that's it- if I missed anything let me know !

word count: 2.1k

15 days until the wedding...

You look at the clock to your left for what feels like the millionth time in the past 10 minutes. You’re trying to blend out your makeup as quickly as you can, but time seems to be working against you. You know you shouldn’t care all that much, James and Lily requested a house party just with friends instead of a separate bachelor/bachelorette party. They requested a casual vibe- but you couldn’t help but care as you fussed over your hair once more.

You had gotten home from work late, and Pandora decidedly couldn’t find anything to wear, which meant you were extraordinarily late for the function. Far past the respectable “fashionably late” you had hoped would be the case before Pandora’s hair dryer stopped working.

You put the finishing touches on your makeup, spraying your face down with setting spray and walking out of your bathroom into your bedroom. 

“Dora, are you almost ready?”

“No! I have no idea what I am going to wear!” 

You rolled your eyes, grabbing your half-full water bottle from your bedside table. Pandora sounded like she was on the verge of tears but you knew better than to worry about your melodramatic roommate and risk getting in the way.

“It’s just a party-”

“But it’s the last party before Lily is MARRIED!”

You pause, racking your brain for some kind of solution, then it hits you.

“Just wear that blue dress from Marelene’s birthday.”

There is a pause to the chaos and then you hear what you assumed to be a sigh of relief from down the hall.

“This is why I keep you around!” You laugh and down the rest of your water then go to put on your shoes by the door. You felt good, having picked out your outfit as soon as the plans were settled because you knew you wouldn’t have time the day of.

“Did you remember the gift?”

You don’t get an answer right away, and then pandora peeks her head out into the hallway.

“It’s on the couch,” Pandora smiles and shuffles back into her room. You wander over to the couch only to find it empty

“No it’s not!”

Another second of silence before you hear “Shit! I meant on the kitchen counter!”

“How do you get those mixed up?” You say this more to yourself than anything, and pick up the neatly decorated bag with your gifts for the happy couple.

Pandora finally rushes out of her room, looking just as fabulous as you thought she would, and quickly throws on a pair of shoes before the two of you head out the door and towards Marlene and Dorcas’s flat. Lily claimed hers and James’ house was still a tornado disaster zone from all of the last minute preparations they were dealing with.

As the two of you climb the last couple stairs up to the flat, you can hear music seeping through the door. Once you enter, you find yourself met with a majority of unfamiliar faces. You were aware that there would be a lot of people wanting to celebrate the happy couple- after all, James and Lily were some of the loveliest people you had met- but you didn’t think it would be this crowded.

Pandora seems to disappear from your side as soon as she saw Xenophilius, leaving you to wander into the kitchen for a drink. You find Barty sitting on the counter, and Evan leaning against it next to him.

“There she iss!” Barty raises his arms and pulls you into a hug, “Where have you been?! The party started ages ago!” Barty shouts louder than he needs to in order to be heard over the music.

“It takes time to create this masterpiece,” You offer a little spin, laughing lightly. “And Pandora couldn’t find anything to wear in that giant wardrobe of hers of course.” You grab a marker and a clear plastic cup and write your name across it before helping yourself to the vodka and cola.

“Well it’s about time you got here, you have a lot of catching up to do…” Evan trails off behind you. You turn to find him holding a shot up for you. You sigh and place your drink down on the counter next to Barty and take the shot from Evan.

The three of you make eye contact with one another before downing the shot and immediately going for another one.

2 more shots later, you’re feeling comfortably tipsy and sip on your mixed drink.

“So… did you bring what’s-his-name tonight?” Evan asks, trying to hide how nosy he was. You shake your head, “No, Stephan is working tonight. But he’ll be at the rehearsal dinner.” You take another sip of your drink before Barty opens his mouth.

“Remus brought his date, she’s a pretty little thing. I think they work together or something.” Your stomach drops, and Evan shoves an elbow into Barty’s side. You pay no mind to the two of them beginning to bicker as your mind races.

He brought her here? Does she know Lily and James? How long has he been seeing her?

You shove your thoughts down, telling yourself it wasn’t a big deal.

It IS a big deal…

Your stomach suddenly feels off and you down the rest of your drink, then make another.

“I’m going to go find Pandora.” You excuse yourself from the kitchen and wander around the flat until you spot her with Xenophilus and Alice by the window.

“Hey lovely! How are you finding the party?” Alice greets you, her voice light.

You smile back at her, “It’s great- Do you lot mind if I steal Pandora for a second? We have to give Lily our gift.” Pandora’s head turns to you and she nods, grabbing your arm and the gift and dragging you over to where Lily is standing with Mary, Marlene, and another girl you didn’t recognize. 

“Lily!!” Pandora cheers and hugs her friend. You hug Lily after and offer the other three girls a smile.

“I’m so glad you two could make it! I don’t know if you’ve met Emmeline yet,” Lily gestures to the girl you didn’t recognize. She was stunning, you noted, her black hair was silky and fell over her shoulders. And her eyes seemed to pierce into you as she made eye contact. You smile and offer to shake her hand, which she accepts.

“It’s nice to meet you-”

“Remus is bringing her to the wedding!” Mary announces with a large grin on her face. Your heart seems to stop, and you have to remind yourself to breathe. You think you’re able to get by, to just brush it off and change the subject, but of course your dear beloved roommate has to open her mouth.

“Oh that’s so crazy, this is his ex-” You kick her leg. The tension is inescapable now, and it’s suffocating you. You retract your hand and grab the gift bag from Pandora. “Well we don’t mean to interrupt you guys, we just wanted to give Lily her gift,” You stretch a smile across your face and offer the gift to the bride-to-be.

“Awe you didn’t have to!” You wave her off and tell her she can open it later before excusing yourself and taking your drink to the opposite side of the flat.

You find regulus looking over one of the bookshelves in the living room, people dancing around him. The drink he holds is generally untouched and you ask to join him. You must have some kind of distressed expression because the raven haired boy raises a brow and his drink to you.

“Rough night?” He asks, you raise your glass to him similarly.

“No, just- it’s complicated…” You take a sip from your cup and stand with regulus in much needed silence for a bit. You watch people dance, and drink, and laugh like nothing else matters.

Eventually Dorcas stumbles over to you and insists that it is time for you to dance. You, against your sour mood, let her and soon find yourself surrounded by sweaty bodies dancing and moving in the middle of the living room. You down the rest of your drink and let yourself let loose a bit, laughing with your friend and closing your eyes while your limbs flail around you.

You move your body to the beat, slowly forgetting the tension of the night. You don’t know how she did it, but Dorcas must have read your mind when she insisted that all you needed was a good dance.

Your hair sticks to your neck as you continue to move with Dorcas, grabbing her arms and her hands and throwing your head back in bliss. When you open your eyes again, it’s like a magnet draws you to make eye contact with Remus. He’s now standing with Emmeline and Mary where you were earlier.

You hold the eye contact longer than you should, but the alcohol in your system is making you bolder than you would be. You drag your arms down from their place above your head, sliding them down your sides then back up as you move your hips to the music.

It’s agonizing.

You look away first, finally, when Marlene joins the group you and Dorcas have formed. You decide to pay no mind to how good Remus looked, and whether Sirius actually convinced him to put on eyeliner tonight and how it made his green eyes even more beautiful from across the room.

You kept dancing until your feet were sore. You had no idea what time it was at this point, but you knew that it was time for you to find something to snack on. You leave the dance floor and wander back into the now empty kitchen.

Every kitchen you enter must be cursed or something because as you enter, Remus walks in behind you. The swinging door shuts behind him and the music is muffled slightly.

“No Stephen tonight?”

Of course someone must have told him about you bringing Stephen to the wedding. This seems like your friends’ favorite topic as of late.

“No, he was busy.” You’re short in your response, then add “I met Emmeline, she seems… nice.” You finish, and grab a cracker from a tray that was out.

“She is.” Remus fold his arms across his chest and leans against the fridge. 

You swallow the last bite of your cracker, “Good.”

“Good.”

The air is stale not just with the stench of sweat and alcohol, but with the bitterness of contempt. You drag your eyes away from Remus once more and reach for a grape. Why was he still standing there? Why are you still standing there? 

“You’re really bringing him to the wedding?”

You bring your gaze back to the tall man, “Yeah, I am. Why do you care?” Your tone is harsher than you mean it to be.

“I just thought you would have more respect for yourself.” Suddenly you no longer care about your tone. Your eyebrows draw together in frustration.

“What’s that supposed to mean? At least I’m not jumping from girl to girl. How long have you been seeing her anyway?”

“Oh fuck off with that.” You’re almost positive that it’s the alcohol talking. Because even in your worst fights, Remus would never question your character. 

Your shoulders drop. “Whatever Remus.” You begin to walk out of the kitchen, “See you at the wedding. Or-” You stop and turn to him, now standing almost chest to chest, “Actually I hope I don’t- I don’t- I don’t want to see you with her.” With that you push the swinging door open and walk out, night ruined, and significantly more sober than you had been moments prior.

You find Lily again and give her one more hug, offering a ‘congratulations’ to her and James, then spot Pandora to let her know you’re headed home.

“Do you want me to come with?” Concern crosses her face, but you can tell she isn’t actually quite ready to leave. You shake your head and tell her you’re just tired and not feeling well.

The look she gives you this time tells you that she’ll be expecting to talk about it later and let’s you go.

You opt to take an uber home, and let the night wash off of you in your shower once you’re home.

Then, as you lay in bed, staring at your ceiling, you find yourself unable to think about anything other than the bitter taste in your mouth.

a/n: i am so sorry it took so long to get this part out omg- i was deathly ill for like a week and then i had to move across the world, and now i'm in school from like 7pm-2am every night- guys why is this fanfic curse literally haunting me ;-; anyway I hope you enjoyed! 2 parts leftttt

taglist: @daydreamandforget , @moonlightremblack

[sixteenhearts]

Max doesn’t even get the chance to reply before Charles pushes past him, shoulders tense as he storms off.

Probably to check on Pierre.

And suddenly, Max’s chest feels tight.

Because for one, brief second, he thought Charles came here for him.

To see if he was okay.

But no. It was never about him.

Max exhales, feels the fight drain out of his body. His limbs are heavy, his heart heavier.

He adjusts the ice pack against his bruised knuckles and starts walking back to Red Bull hospitality.

Picking up the broken pieces of himself along the way.

Even after all this time (I'm still into you) updated! Read more here! 💕

[livefromtheloam]

Very little about Tumblr surprises me, but how we didn't collectively lose our minds about Sea of Stars, I'll never understand.

[grunklebongrip]

Kaiju x Gravity Falls AU

(Godzilla Falls AU?)

Okay so my fiancé made a joke about a crossover between these two universes the other day and then last night we both popped off so let me try to be as cohesive as I can about this.

In a world where monsters of old roam the world once more, two camps reside:

Protect the creatures, and treat them as part of nature. Their only crime is that they’re too big, but we could learn from them, and perhaps live in harmony

These creatures are dangerous and a threat to humanity. They are unpredictable, and their sheer mass alone leaves us vulnerable, not to mention the additional fallout, strengths, and efforts to rebuild after each attack

Stanford Pines definitely belongs to the former, and in fact is enmeshed far beyond his own curiosities and professional inclinations. Rather, he is one of a pair destined to protect, nurture, and call upon the Queen of the Monsters herself: Mothra. (Yes, Stan and Ford are the Shobijin, the twin “fairies”, I’ll have to flesh this part more out later but Ford having to convince Stan to join him is a major part of this story)

Fiddleford McGucket, his lover, lab partner and confidant, had come to join Stanford in his quest to study and understand the Kaiju, especially when it came to finding and monitoring Mothra. However, throughout their time together, he witnesses firsthand the terrors these beasts are capable of, and he fears for the safety of humanity with them running rampant.

“Destroy it before it destroys us all!”

He tries to tell Stanford how he fears Mothra even in her larval state, and he insists they join together in the fight to kill all monsters. But Stanford can’t. And he especially cannot harm Mothra, informing him she especially is no threat to humanity, but rather a keeper. A protector, as well, in fact one of the few creatures capable of aiding, taming, and persuading Godzilla to fight on their behalf. He understands her, he hears her, he knows what she can do, and he believes firmly in the capability to coexist. He is set to continue his studies.

Fiddleford, however, cannot. They breakup. He submits designs for a MechaGodzilla, which he believes will have the capability to destroy these monsters, and he quickly becomes one of the most prominent names in the fight against Kaiju.

Over the years, both teams are called upon for various reasons. Sometimes a Kaiju leaves seriously injured, sometimes another mech is destroyed—and sometimes the only hope available in the face of these creatures is the alliance of Godzilla and Mothra. Fiddleford and Stanford see each other in passing, see each other’s name and accomplishments in the paper, still angry the other won’t see their side.

But then, decades after their fight, decades after breakup, decades after they insisted their mentalities could never co-exist—a new threat presents itself. And this time, it’s far beyond the world they know.

A team of intergalactic space terrorists lead by the insidious Bill Cipher have garnered the power of a beast long prophesied: King Ghidorah

The two factions must unite, and Fiddleford and Stanford must work together again, mech and monster, to save the world, ALL its inhabitants, from a threat unprecedented.

[chronic-escapixt]

His Rose ~ Part 1

(Kai Parker x Bennett OC fanfiction)

content warnings/tags ~ Dark fiction, CNC, dubcon, yandere, murder, abuse, trauma, smut, stalking, innocence kink, dacryphilia, manipulation. Minors DNI

I don't claim ownership of The Vampire Diaries or its characters. All credits go to the rightful owner(s). I only own my original character(s).

Word count: 1.6k

K.P. Masterlist

Bonnie's life was on the line.. again.

The Other Side was collapsing, time was running out and as the anchor to the crumbling realm, she knew she wouldn't be spared. She stopped at her home and let Rose know. The news absolutely crushed her sister. Rose felt like she just got her back from when she died last summer. Becoming the anchor was her second chance at life but now it was being ripped away. Rose didn't even have time to argue a solution before she squeezed her in a tight hug and said goodbye. She was out the door, dashing off to pull Elena, Damon, and the others back from the Other Side.

Rose watched as the door shut behind her, wiping the wetness from her eyes before charging into Sheila Bennett's in-home study. From her life as a practicing witch and occult studies professor, their late grandmother had shelves full of ancient grimoires, scrolls, texts and items so she ought to have something that could save Bonnie. As the minutes ticked by, the piles of useless books stacked around her grew with her desperation.

"There's nothing here!" she muttered, slamming the heavy grimoire closed. The force rattled the desk and the shelf above it, knocking a scroll down in front of her. Rose blinked away her frustrated tears and lifted the dusty scroll, blowing it with her breath to reveal the Latin handwriting and symbols.

After pulling her friends back to the living world, Bonnie anticipated the approaching light. She glanced back, meeting Elena's solemn gaze. They all gathered behind her, no words left to say as they watched their beloved witch meet the very fate she had saved them from. She knew she couldn't save herself and she accepted that. She only hoped that within the next few moments she would find peace with her grams and father.

The moment she closed her eyes, she felt a jolt of energy lance through her. Something changed. When she opened them, she was amongst the others but Rose stood a few feet away, the wind of the collapsing dimension tossing her brown curls, the white light reflecting off her face.

Horror gripped her when she realized she was no longer linked to the Other Side, Rose was.

She offered Bonnie an apologetic smile as she watched tears bead down her shocked face.

"I love you, Bonnie," she uttered just before the light consumed her completely...

and she was gone.

The brightness subsided as the wind around her settled to a calm hush. Rose could finally open her eyes and found that she was standing in the same place, at the boarder of Mystic Falls but everyone had disappeared.

She dashed around town calling out Bonnie's name, looking for her, their friends or anyone but it was completely deserted. She stopped to catch her breath in the middle of the town square, the usually bustling epicenter was empty. That's when panic set in, worrying that she was actually dead, though this didn't seem like the “peace” described or even hell. For that matter, she didn't feel dead, in fact she felt very much alive something she realized when her stomach growled. “Dead people don't get hungry," she told herself as she walked into the Mystic Grill. Much like everywhere else, the Grill was desolate. She made her way into the kitchen and found it fully stocked with alcohol and food that seemed up to date, so the town couldn't have been abandoned too long ago, she thought. Rose made a quick sandwich and walked toward the bar when her eyes fell upon the bulletin board. She nearly dropped her plate when she read the date on the calendar.

May 9th, 1994.

It didn't take long for him to notice that things were different. After 18 years of complete solitude, he grew accustomed to the consistency of the realm. His strong ability to detect the presence of magic, made it all the more obvious to him when the young Bennett witch touched down in his prison world. He tracked her down to a Virginian town called Mystic Falls where he first saw her in the living room nose deep in a grimoire. He slipped through an unlocked door and watched her silently out of her view. He figured she was looking for anything that would explain where she is or how to escape but she likely wouldn't find anything in those texts. Luckily for her, he planned on revealing everything...

In due time.

Just over a week passed and unbeknownst to her, Kai was watching the entire time. He’d stay up while she slept, curled up with her fuzzy plush lamb she called lamby. Most nights she’d clutch the stuffed toy to her chest and just cry herself to sleep. Like a sad shelter commercial, he enjoyed the pathetic display, though he hated the little white lamb with a passion, fantasizing about how much more she’d cry if she woke up and it’s head was cut off.

He observed everything, from her tendency to talk to herself to the she way she put tension in her lips when she was concentrating on the Latin of her texts. Clearly, she was a beginner and her general naivety would come to his advantage once he finally decided to make his move.

Rose swayed her hips as she rounded the corner, pushing her grocery cart while singing along to ‘I Wanna Dance with Somebody' by Whitney on her Walkman. He sat in a fold up lawn chair in the center aisle of the otherwise empty market, munching on a bag of pork rinds and watching with an amused grin, wondering when she would finally notice him. After deciding on a box of Count Chocula, she finally turned from the shelves and their eyes met. Her mouth fell open as she paused the tape and lowered the headphones from her ears. He smiled and gave a slight wave.

“Were you there the whole time?” She blurted breathlessly, taking him in. His face had a pleasant balance of soft and sharp features that made him both cute and intimidating and a mischievous glint in his blue eyes. The dark brunette wore a hooded jacket styled over a graphic tee, denim jeans and worn out converse.

“Yeah, I didn’t want to interrupt. You sounded amazing by the way.”

Her cheeks burned, “t-thank you… umm who are you?”

“Sorry, manners, I’m Kai. Nice to meet you.” He set aside the bag and stood up from the chair. Her eyes followed his ascent until he stood fully, towering over her. “And you are…?”

Her ears got hot. “Oh right! Rose- I’m Rose… excuse me, I haven’t spoken to another person in a while. I promise I’m not normally this awkward…” she sighed and averted her gaze downwards.

Kai shoved his hands in his pockets, “can’t be any worse than me I've been here since the very beginning.”

“You’ve been all alone for 18 years?" she uttered in disbelief.

Kai forced a laugh, “It's not so bad. There’s no traffic, everything’s free and privacy isn’t an issue… now, there is the crippling loneliness but that only creeps in once in a while.” He casually plopped back down on his chair and grabbed his chip bag.

“There’s no way out of here, is there?” She sighed.

"Nope, not unless you happen to be a Bennett witch…” he scoffed as though the thought were incredulous and popped a rind in his mouth.

Her eyes lit up. “Wait, I am! I am a Bennett witch.”

Kai grinned, “well then the odds just got a lot better.”

“So, is Kai short for something?” She asked as they walked back to her place. Kai offered to push the cart for her.

“Malachai,” he replied.

“Malachai,” she practiced softly.

“But I prefer Kai,” he tagged on.

“What about you, Rose is short for what? Rosemary or… Rosalie?”

She giggled. "You’re close, it’s Rosalina but I prefer Rose.”

“Rosalina... that's pretty, much more fitting if you ask me.” The way he said her name made her want to bite her lip but she opted to return his smile instead.

“This is me,” she announced when they came to her house. She led him inside where he was kind enough to help her put away the groceries.

“So, what is this place?” she asked.

“One of many prison worlds created by the Gemini coven. Anyone who opposes them is gifted their own personal hell dimension. I got mine on my 22nd birthday.”

“That’s horrible. Why would they do that to you?”

He sighed, “most of it is coven politics- what you know and who you know, ya’ know? Long story short, my family betrayed me for more power. I don’t really like talking about it.”

Rose understood and decided not to pry. “So, you know how to get us out of here?”

Kai leaned forward on the counter while he explained the Gemini coven always left a back door to their prison worlds and it was called an ascendant. Under the direct light of a solar eclipse a Bennett witch is to use her magic and blood to activate the device and transport them back to the real world. “We’re going to need a locator spell to find the ascendant. Without my magic, I haven’t been able to find it.”

“When is the next eclipse?” Rose asked.

“Time works a little differently here… the month of May repeats itself over and over, starting with the 9th. Every third time May 9th comes around the eclipse happens.”

"The last eclipse just passed a few nights ago… that means we have about three months to wait.”

“On the bright side, we have plenty of time to find the ascendant,” He noted with an optimistic air. It amazed her how he managed to be so hopeful and positive even after being trapped for 18 years. “After all this time, 3 months is nothing,” he murmured.

She thanked him for helping her with her groceries. “Well, I’m going to make stuffed chicken for dinner. You can stay if you want.”

“You just met me and you’re asking me to stay for dinner… I mean, I could be a serial killer,” he finished with a charming smirk.

“You’re too nice to be a serial killer,” she put matter-of-factly while taking out the chicken breasts.

“Ted Bundy was nice,” he retorted.

She smiled at his wit. “Are you staying or not? Because I need to know if I’m making one chicken breast or two.”

Kai relented, “Oh, alright. How can I say no to stuffed chicken?”

[seramilla]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Carmilla Carmine/Sera (Hazbin Hotel), Carmilla Carmine & Sera (Hazbin Hotel) Characters: Sera (Hazbin Hotel), Emily (Hazbin Hotel), Carmilla Carmine (Hazbin Hotel), Sir Pentious (Hazbin Hotel), Lucifer Morningstar, Charlie Magne | Morningstar, Adam (Hazbin Hotel), Lute (Hazbin Hotel), Odette (Hazbin Hotel), Clara (Hazbin Hotel), Zestial (Hazbin Hotel), Vox (Hazbin Hotel) Additional Tags: Past Relationship(s), Fallen Angel Carmilla Carmine, Angst, Heavy Angst, Angst and Tragedy, Dark Past, Canon Divergence, Character Study, Enemies to Lovers, Internalized Homophobia, Secret Relationship, Eventual Smut, no beta - we die like adam, Sera and Carmilla were a THING once, Will they ever be again???, Rating will change Summary:

When Sera learns that Charlie Morningstar's redemption program actually works, she appeals to an old colleague, Carmilla, for answers. What this means for both Heaven and Hell, neither are certain. But in Sera's quest to find a solution, old flames are rekindled, and Sera begins to question her own place in Heaven's divine plan.

ME? POSTING ACTUAL FIC IN THIS ECONOMY? IT’S MORE LIKELY THAN YOU THINK!

[nastylillad]

[passions-and-pupils]

are you really an LMK and enemies to lovers fan if you don’t simultaneously ship Wukong with both Macaque and Pigsy?

[mattheo-riddles-princess]

Twin Sized Mattress Masterlist

Adrienne Celeste Potter agrees to an interview with The Daily Prophet about her time with The Marauders. While the interviewer thinks she is just getting the story about why the band broke up, Vega tells her the whole story; starting from their 7th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

TROPES: Forbidden Love Close Proximity Lovers to Enemies to Lovers Best Friends to Lovers Jealous Love Secret Dating Fake Dating

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Interview 1997 || Adrienne

[wayfaringstrangxr]

LOVE PAWSONA - Jarvan

Tagged by: @nameaprice

Tagging: you <3

[invalidstories]

Memories

From this prompt by @girlwithherheadinthestars

Warnings: un-edited writing extravaganza, violence, emotional distress, memory loss, betrayal, trauma

It was a moment of happiness, that had taken many years and difficulties to reach. Villain and Hero were standing at the altar of the grand ballroom of the opulent hotel, surrounded by friends and family, and ready to exchange their vows and pledge their love for eternity. The soft glow of candlelight was dancing across the room, casting shadows that seemed to sway to the rhythm of the music. The ceremony began, and the officiant's voice filled the room, speaking words of love and commitment.

It was a perfect night filled with every desire they wanted, but it didn't last long. Just as the officiant was about to pronounce them as partners for life, the doors burst open, and Supervillain stormed into the room with a menacing gleam in their eyes. Their cape billowed behind them as they strode down the aisle, their presence casting a shadow over the joyous occasion.

In the following moments, their lives changed for the worse. Supervillain activated a memory loss ray, unleashing a blinding flash of light that enveloped the entire room. Villain and Hero were struck by the ray, their consciousness fading as memories of their love began to dissolve into nothingness.

When the villain regained consciousness, disoriented and confused Supervillain acted as their love, reassuring them that the gaps in their memory were nothing more than the side-effects of the medicines they had after the little accident.

Meanwhile, the hero was heartbroken to hear the news from their sidekick that the villain had gone missing. They vowed justice and revenge against anyone who stood in their way.

Years later, they met again.

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As Villain finished their latest heist, walking towards the exit with a triumphant grin spreading across their face, they failed to notice the approach of an hero.

"Where do you think you're going?" came the sharp command, cutting through the air like a knife.

Startled, Villain whirled around to face the source of the voice, their heart sinking as they laid eyes on the Hero standing before them, clad in their iconic costume and emanating an aura of determination.

As Villain squared off against the hero before them, a sense of déjà vu washed over them, the presence of the hero surprisingly familiar. The criminal brushed off the feeling, focusing instead on the task at hand.

With a determined glint in their eye, Villain launched themselves into the fray, their movements fluid and precise as they clashed with the hero in a flurry of blows. Despite their best efforts, Hero struggled to keep up, and before long, they found themselves knocked off their feet, tumbling to the ground in a heap.

Seizing the opportunity, Villain closed in on their fallen nesmisistheir heart pounding with adrenaline as they reached out to tear away Hero's mask. But as the fabric fell away, revealing the face beneath, Villain froze, their breath catching in their throat.

"HeroCivilianName?" they whispered, disbelief coloring their voice as they stared into Hero's eyes.

Hero's eyes widened in shock, their heart racing as they struggled to process the revelation. No one alive knew their true identity—no one except...

Before they could finish the thought, Villain removed their own mask, revealing a face that mirrored Hero's astonishment. Tears welled up in Villain's eyes as a flood of memories came rushing back, the weight of years of confusion and heartache lifting from their shoulders.

"I thought you were gone." Hero choked out, their voice thick with emotion as they reached out to embrace Villain, their arms wrapping around them in a tight hug.

Villain returned the embrace, their own emotions running high as they listened to Hero's story of how they had believed Villain to be dead all these years. In turn, they shared their own tale of deceit and betrayal at the hands of Supervillain.

As they stood locked in each other's arms, the weight of their shared past hung heavy in the air. But in that moment, surrounded by the wreckage of their shattered memories, Villain and Hero found solace in each other's embrace, united by a bond that even the cruelest of villains could not break.

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