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myokk · 4 months ago

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before it felt like a sin, ch. 1

pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

word count: 3000

summary: Eloise never wanted to be different.

And yet, her differences are what have defined her life up until this point: growing up as a squib in one of the most prominent wizarding families, being exiled to muggle society, and then attending Hogwarts at the age of sixteen.

She finds herself thrust into the life she should have been prepared for from birth but was denied. As she navigates this new life and her new precarious position in her family, she must come to terms with the fact that maybe what she dreamed of her whole life isn't turning out how she ever expected it would.

a/n: Hi everyone!! I decided to post this here too...I'm slowly going through everything I've written so far, and I want to post each chapter here as I edit them. I'm hoping that this can be a way to a) get back in to writing more, and b) get better at my art as I make full illustrations for each chapter. Let me know what you think!! :)

There is nothing quite as horrible as being a muggle, Eloise thought savagely as she ripped out yet another stitch in the landscape she was embroidering. At least, it was supposed to be a landscape. Maybe with her head tilted to the left and with her eyes almost closed so everything blurred together, it might resemble one. She did just that, trying her hardest to make out some recognizable shape and blast the stupid practice of manually pushing colored thread through a fabric in some sort of -

“And what is this, Miss Babbit?”

Eloise jumped at the sound and looked up at the scowling face of her teacher, and then quickly back down at the tangled thread in her lap. Behind her, she could hear the hushed giggles of the other girls in her class.

“Oh! Er…it’s -”

“How long have you been here?” the woman interrupted.

“One hour…I just -”

“Don’t be smart with me. I mean, at this institute.”

“Five years.” Eloise glared down at her embroidery as if it had personally offended her. It wasn’t like she was actively trying to be bad at everything, but she had the distinct disadvantage - how had it ever come to be that she would be at a disadvantage to muggles? - of not having spent a lifetime being prepared for muggle society and all that it entailed. The last five years had been a monotonous, endless cycle of lessons designed to turn her into the perfect lady: French (a waste of time as Eloise was already fluent), embroidery (a waste of time as the things she embroidered weren’t actually useful), dancing (a waste of time as she was already engaged to be married - why would she bother trying to woo another silly man?), and her most dreaded class of all: etiquette. No matter how many years had been spent trying to assimilate into muggle culture, her thoughts still got muddled when she tried to remember the steps to a dance, or how to properly address the son of a duke.

Did it really matter, anyways, what the other girls thought? She had pretended her whole life to be the daughter she thought her parents had wanted - now she was simply pretending that she hadn’t been thrown into the muggle world without a second thought. What was a bit more pretending - that she didn’t care? That she hadn’t been tossed aside without a second thought?

“Exactly. Five years. And yet, you have shown no progress whatsoever. This -” a finger jabbed accusingly at the embroidery - “is absolutely horrendous. If your parents hadn’t continued to make such a sizeable donation every year, I would have deemed you a lost cause and sent you packing when you first arrived. How your family ever managed your betrothal to the son of an earl is beyond me.”

Eloise grimaced at the mention of her fiance as her teacher clapped her hands together to get the attention of the class - a wholly unnecessary action due to the fact that it was already being given. “Class is dismissed. Please collect your belongings and put them in the correct place. Remember, as future wives and mothers, you must be organized in all aspects of your life. Many of you will be managing important households and the slightest misstep -“ a slight glance to Eloise out of the corner of her eye - “can cause the biggest of scandals.”

Eloise raced to gather her things and leave the classroom before everyone else. No matter how many years had been spent at the school, she couldn’t help but hate sitting through the classes amongst the judgmental stares and snide remarks. Although things had started out shaky at the finishing school - to be expected, really, when you’ve grown up in wizarding society and then are then forced to live as a muggle - it still stung that after all these years, she still hadn’t found a friendly face. She was treated as if she were a pariah: it was as if the other girls just knew that something was different about her. But…wasn’t that the great irony of it all? She wasn’t different than them. She was a filthy squib.

When she first arrived at the school, she was an anomaly. A twelve-year-old girl who didn’t know how to play the piano or who the queen was. It was clear to everyone that Eloise wasn’t the charity case of the school - her parents were obviously quite wealthy - and yet they seemingly wanted nothing to do with her. Whereas the others got regular letters and visits from their family, it was as if Eloise were an orphan. Nothing new to her of course, but to her peers this otherness aided them in her ostracization.

Upon entering her room, she was abruptly pulled out of her thoughts. Something wasn’t right. Everything seemed the same: a twin bed perfectly made opposite a small wardrobe, a plain wooden desk placed between them. The weak afternoon sunlight shone through the window, illuminating her desk. But…there.

That…

Placed on her bed, resting on the pillow, was a letter.

She never received letters.

Eloise shoved her embroidery under her bed and hungrily grabbed at it, pausing when she saw the address. Miss E. Babbit. The Third Bedroom on the Left… It seemed vaguely familiar to her in a way she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

As she read the letter, though, it became apparent to her exactly why this was. Although not exactly the same as the one her brother had received six years earlier, it quickly became apparent that this was a Hogwarts letter. For her. For Miss E. Babbit.

Hands shaking, she set the letter down on her desk and sat on the edge of her bed. She smoothed her hands over her skirt over and over, taking comfort in the familiar softness as she tried to even her breathing.

How was this possible? She had all but accepted the fact that she was a squib. The shame of her family, a dirty secret to be hidden away and never talked about or mentioned again. Her parents had suspected as much by the time she had turned seven without any signs of magic whatsoever manifesting around her - not even a basic transformation of brussel sprouts to sweets during dinner. It was ultimately confirmed, however, when her own Hogwarts acceptance letter never arrived. She had spent the whole year before her banishment daydreaming about her life at Hogwarts, still optimistic that there could be something magical inside of her. Her brother, Leo, came home every holiday with wonderful stories of his new friends and teachers, and the subjects he was learning at school. Even back then, at twelve years old, Eloise hadn’t been sure if he was actually hopeful she wasn’t a squib, or if he had been trying to prolong the fantasy for her before it all came crashing down.

Although she had had five years to come to terms with her new life, there was still a small part of her that hoped. A small “what if…”. She had tried time and time again to squash that tiny ray of optimism that would escape every so often, tried so very hard to cultivate a hard exterior that wouldn’t let any sort of vulnerability shine through. And that optimism was a vulnerability, after all. It was that vulnerability that had made it absolutely impossible for her to fit in the muggle world, and made it so that she didn’t really want to try.

Five years to come to terms with the fact that she needed a new purpose for her life and…

…not anymore?

Eloise grabbed the letter and greedily read through it again, drinking in all of the words. She paused at the end, thinking. Was this a forgery? Some sort of awful joke orchestrated by her brother? Leo had never been cruel to her in the past; in fact, he was the one who always encouraged her and was the most probable source of the small optimism that remained within her. However, she had no way of knowing how he had changed since she had last seen him. It had been, after all, five very long years. And not once had she heard from him, even though he had promised her through huge sobbing gulps that he would never abandon her. Maybe their parents had slowly poisoned him against her. It would be right on the nose for them, after all.

Looking at the envelope again, however…Third Bedroom on the Left…no. It was too specific. Nobody in her previous life had any reason to even want to contact her again, and nobody in her current life even knew what Hogwarts was, let alone have the ability to convincingly forge a letter just to have some fun at her expense.

A light, bubbly feeling began to spread throughout her body as it sunk in that this was real. She was going to Hogwarts. Soon, a - squinting at the letter again - a Professor Fig would be contacting her and giving her things to study. A huge grin slowly spread across her face and she hugged the letter to her chest as she fell back on her bed. She read through it again. Was it the fifth time already? It felt as though no amount of times rereading the letter would ever be enough.

Eloise got up and walked over to look at the calendar on her desk. She was surprised to see that September 1st was in only two days. The days at the finishing school moved in such a strange, sluggish way. They all felt the same. Monotonous. French and Latin and embroidery and household management and Merlin even knows what else all blending into each other in an endless parade of dusty classrooms and gossip and boredom.

The light feeling left her in an instant as, after years of practice, the optimism was squashed back down. But how will you even get to London? And, her brain added sneakily, you haven’t even shown any signs of magic. Maybe you’ll just be returned back here after they realize their mistake.

No, she thought fiercely, gripping the letter. Until -

A tapping came from the window. A tentative smile returned at the sight of a tawny brown owl with another envelope in its beak. She ripped it open as soon as it was in her hands (again addressed to Miss E. Babbit) and along with the letter a small, purple pouch fell out of the envelope and onto her bed.

Miss Eloise Babbit,

I am pleased to be the wizard charged with such an important task as escorting you to Hogwarts in two days’ time. It is something extraordinary to be accepted in your fifth-year, and as such, I expect extraordinary things from you. I have enclosed a small pouch along with this envelope, and in it are some items that will be vital to you in the upcoming days. I have included books for you to study at your leisure, and a small gobstone that will bring you to our rendezvous point in London. All you have to do is touch it at noon on the 1st and you will be transported instantly.

Your family has not been informed of your acceptance. I am sure you understand why - at this, Eloise scoffed quietly to herself - which is why I will personally be your escort.

I am looking forward to meeting you and bringing you to the sorting ceremony in two days’ time.

Yours,

Eleazar Fig

The handwriting was tiny and spidery and cramped, but it didn’t stop Eloise from reading it with the same vigor as the previous letter and as many times. Finally, she turned to the small pouch that had fallen onto her bed when she opened the second envelope. It must have had an invisible extension charm, because it was filled to the brim with books on basic spellwork and general wizarding history. Professor Fig had no way of knowing, but Eloise had already read many of these books and many more during the year her brother had started Hogwarts, as she had needed to know absolutely everything about what would be awaiting her. A few years may have passed since she had stepped foot in her family’s library, but she couldn’t get the books or their contents out of her brain even if she had wanted to. She had really wanted to forget everything she knew about the magical world when it was confirmed she was a squib but it was a futile effort. As she zoned out during her piano lessons, she would find herself mentally going through the movements to cast different charms.

It was painful to be thinking about things from the life that had been ripped away from her, to know that what she was thinking about would never come to pass, that she would never be able to wield magic - and yet she couldn’t find herself able to stop.

As Eloise picked out one of the books and settled into her armchair, a steely resolve overcame her.

She would prove that she deserved to be there, and was just as capable as any of they were. She would make her parents regret ever discarding her like she was nothing.

She was worthy. She was capable. And she would prove it.

The morning of September 1st dawned cold and rainy. Absolutely perfect.

Eloise had pretended to be sick the night before, and no one had suspected a thing when she stayed in bed long after all of the other girls had gotten ready and headed to breakfast. As the last of the chattering faded away down the hallway, Eloise finally got out of bed and prepared herself for the day. It was difficult to sit still long enough to braid her hair. Her fingers wouldn’t stop trembling and she had to restart countless times. Finally, she tied the black ribbon at the end into a neat bow and turned to the drawer of her desk to retrieve the small purple pouch she had hidden away.

Everything she deemed important enough to come along with her had already been placed inside: the books from Professor Fig, the hair ribbons gifted to her by her brother many years ago, and some clothing. Nothing else was coming with. She needed the fresh start. Besides, anything else she might need would be supplied, as her acceptance letter had specifically stated that any school supplies would be provided to her.

Waiting the hours before noon came along proved to be more difficult than Eloise had imagined. Time seemed to be moving slower than the molasses that had come with the breakfast sent up to her, the steady patter of the rain becoming a sort of metronome keeping time as she paced back and forth. Wasn’t there anything that could distract her, even for a bit? She glanced at the clock. Only five minutes had passed since the last time. 10.35.

The second hand ticking away in tandem with the sound of rain splashing against her window.

What if this was all a trick? What if she arrived at Hogwarts, and they turned her away because they realized they had made a mistake? After all, why would they admit a sixteen-year-old? Surely she was too old; every other student had started Hogwarts at the age of twelve and had shown signs of magic much earlier than that. She still hadn’t shown any signs of magical capability whatsoever, and didn’t feel any different than she had before receiving the letter. It had to be a fluke.

As her thoughts started veering into the melancholy she was prone to, she shook her head. No. Today was a happy, exciting day. She wasn’t going to squash the optimism down today, not when she needed it most. All of these thoughts she was having were simply that: thoughts. Not reality. Hogwarts never made a mistake, and in all of the history books she had read, she couldn’t recall an instance of someone being turned away at the door. Granted, she had also never heard of someone being admitted so late. But, better to focus on what she did know, which was that she had gotten the letter. It must be right in its assumption that she had magic.

Trying to pass the time was easier said than done. She ended up quizzing herself on all of the charms she had memorized in the books sent by Professor Fig, moving an imaginary wand in the precise movements needed to successfully cast and focusing on her pronunciation. She had studied all of these forms late into both nights she had had the books, and when she would eventually close her eyes to sleep, the wand movements were all she saw.

Eloise was determined that she would receive pity from nobody. Nobody was going to look at her like she was lacking. She had gotten enough of that to last a lifetime, and now that she was given this opportunity she wasn’t about to waste it.

When noon finally struck, Eloise was ready and waiting. She eagerly grabbed the gobstone that was sitting on her desk and felt the familiar tugging sensation in her navel as she was whisked away to London and the beginning of her new life.

next chapter

#im just writing this fic for fun & since I’m editing it a bit #I thought it would be fun to challenge myself to do full illustrations for each chapter #(the reason I started these fanarts in the first place was for this🧍‍♀️)#if you actually read this I would love to know what you think!!#I keep going back & forth between wanting to make a master list and also explain my tag system on this tumblr #but at the same time I like the chaos…🤔#well let me know!! or if you have any suggestions!!💓😙#it starts off a bit slow but this story is VERY canon-divergent #and will have a lot of mythology/magical theory/pureblood society etc etc #i dont expect these to really get much traction bahahahahahaha #but im going to have a lot of fun rereading my fic & making these illustrations🥹💓#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanart #hphl #hogwarts legacy oc #hogwarts legacy mc #eloise babbit #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy fic #oh also???? how do you format these things??????????????? anyways the chapter is up on ao3 and honestly the whole fic up to chapter 22😆😆#but if you have any suggestions lmk!!!!#like do I put the warnings for the whole fic on each chapter?? put only the chapter warnings??? literally this is me: 🧍‍♀️#a poor confused technology grandma

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the-hole-in-terzos-shoe · 4 months ago

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Master List for all my Fics!

So I accidentally deleted my old master list many months ago, and haven't had the time to make a new one. I am sorry about that! Hopefully this new one suffices 🥰 let me know if there's anything I can fix!

I can't really adhere to taking requests, but I promise I'm friendly; hit up my DMs and tell me all your wild headcanons 😈

Color key: Fluff, Smut, Implied Smut, Angst

Updated: August 5th, 2024

Terzo (Papa Emeritus III)

Dream Come True (Implied Smut but it's pretty obscene) Ao3 (I am actively writing the follow up for this, I promise <3)

Morning Friction (Smut) Ao3

Trying To Resist (Lot of Fluff/Implied Smut) Ao3

Intro to Romantic Literature (Professor Terzo) (Fluff/Smut) Ao3

Intro to Romantic Literature: Prologue (Professor Terzo) (Fluff/ Implied Smut) Ao3

Let's Get These Heels Off... (SMUT) Ao3

The Papa You Belong To (Implied Smut) Ao3

Songbird (SMUT) Ao3

Premier Amour (Medieval Knight Terzo) (Smut/a lil Angst) Ao3

Stupid Love (Cardinal Terzo) (Fluff/Smut/

Friends to Lovers) Ao3

Get on Your Hands and Knees Right Now (Catboy Terzo) (Smut) Ao3

Cast Out (Fallen Angel! Terzo) (Fluff/Smut) Ao3

Looking for your Cardinal? (Mentions of Cardinal Copia x Reader) (SMUT) Ao3

My Dirty Little Secret (SMUT) Ao3

My Only Ghost Fanart

Copia (Cardinal Copia/Papa Emeritus IV)

Call Me Little Sunshine (Could be read as any Papa, but I kinda had Copia in mind) (Dark Themes, Horror, Abusive Relationship/Implied Smut) Ao3

My Muse (Cardinal Copia) (Smut) Ao3

Taking Care (Papa Emeritus IV) (Angst/Fluff/ Smut) Ao3

This is a One Time Thing (Implied Smut) Ao3

Bundle of Joy (Pure Fluff) AoЗ

Now Paint a Pair of Eyes (Papa Emeritus IV) (Fluff/implied Smut at the end) Ao3

If you had Life Eternal (Cardinal Copia) (Fluff/ Touch of Angst) Ao3

HCs about Copia with an Antichrist Lover (Fluff/implied Smut)

Terzo AND Copia

When a Paradise is Lost (Angst/ Fluff/Smut/Friends to Lovers) Ao3

Paradise Found (sequel to above fic) (Angst/Fluff/Smut/Pregnancy) Ao3

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firawren · 3 months ago

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My Beast/Belle smut master list

For ease of pointing my monster fucker readers to my Beast/Belle smut, here's a master list of all the fics and chapters I've written with some sort of sexual intimacy between Beast in his beast form and Belle, from most graphic/kinky to tamest.

🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ "Breeding a fresh start"

🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ Chapter 11 of "Transformation"

🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ "A scent there that wasn't there before"

🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ Chapter 10 of "Transformation"

🌶️🌶️🌶️ Chapter 15 of "Transformation"

🌶️🌶️🌶️ Chapter 16 of "Transformation"

🌶️🌶️🌶️ Chapter 9 of "Transformation"

🌶️🌶️🌶️ "Scent doesn't lie"

🌶️🌶️ Chapter 8 of "Transformation"

🌶️🌶️ "Air heavy with the sound and scent of rain"

🌶️🌶️ "Warming up"

🌶️🌶️ Chapter 13 of "The Rose Brides"

🌶️ Chapter 9 of "The Rose Brides"

🌶️ Chapter 11 of "The Rose Brides"

🌶️ "Rose-scented bath water"

If you read and enjoy one of these stories, please leave me a comment! Thanks friends!

(Believe it or not, only about half of what I write is smutty, and only about half of that smut is Beast/Belle. So if this isn't your cup of tea, check out my complete master list for non-smut and/or non-monster stories.)

#monster fucking #monster fucker #monster lover #monster love #monster kink #monster smut #monster x human #monster romance #beauty and the beast 1991 #the beast #belle #belle x beast #sexy times #master list #fanfic #my writing #my stuff

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dark-tides-interdimensional · 2 years ago

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Rick Master List

Intergalactic Asshole (5/5)

Rick stoops to new lows to get what he wants.… Rick Sanchez x YOU! 18+

Memory Lane (2/2)

You lose your memories and Rick comes up with an... ingenious way to try and get them back…. Rick Sanchez x YOU! 18+

The Butterfly Effect (4/5)

Your much needed alone time is gatecrashed by a post-adventure needy Rick…. Rick Sanchez x YOU! 18+

Grick’s Anatomy (2/?)

You're a nurse covering a shift and unfortunately for you, Rick is your last patient…. Rick Sanchez x YOU! 18+

A Gambling Man (3/3)

You and Rick make a bet…. Rick Sanchez x YOU! 18+

If You Let Me (one shot)

Birdperson finds Rick after a three day bender…. Rick Sanchez x BirdPerson! 18+

Down Where It’s Wetter (1/?)

Against Rick’s instruction you take a dip in the ocean. Chaos ensues…. Rick Sanchez x Mr Nimbus x YOU! 18+

Integrity (one shot)

A sad story about Rick and his bird…. Rick Sanchez x BirdPerson! 18+

Dimension Hoppers (one shot)

You wake up in the night needing a glass of water and stumble upon Ricks new side hustle…. Rick Sanchez x YOU! 18+

Fanart

Rick Prime Comic

Loneliest Man in the Universe

Yesterdays

Bad Santachez

#rick sanchez #rick and morty fan fic #rick x reader #rick sanchez x reader #rick sanchez x you #rick sanchez x oc #rick sanchez x birdperson #rick sanchez x mr nimbus #mr nimbus #birdperson #rick sanchez fanfic #rick sanchez fanfiction #master list #my writing

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whiscey · 5 months ago

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drop your devastating banana fish fanfics list bestie 🙇🏻‍♀️

AHSHWJEVJ YES OMG thank you so much for this ask!!! i have a very very long list of fanfics that i love so im not gonna put every single one here, but here’s a list of my favorites :)

note: 1) of course please be mindful of the tws— most of these have the usual list of the tws associated with ash’s trauma; 2) i don’t read anything that complies with the canonical ending cause i cannot handle that lol; 3) the first half of this list is just purely devastating, and then the second half is mostly just hurt/comfort; 4) the order in this doesn’t mean anything

I fell in love with a war and nobody told me it ended (by ihavenomorals): very shorter-centric; retells the canon events in his perspective (with it being heavily implied that he’s in love with ash); definitely very devastating, i cried multiple times while reading it

dead birds and bloodhounds (by ihavenomorals): also very shorter-centric lol; incredibly devastating for similar reasons as the last one (i also really really loved the ending of this one)

Streetlight angel. (by chaos101): this one’s also shorter-centric; a lot of pre-canon shorter’s thoughts about ash; i do not have words to describe how much i loved the whole “streetlight angel” thing

New York, New York 1980 (by wbss21): ash-centric; talks about precanon ash living on the streets (no shorter); genuinely so so heartbreaking

Just offscreen. (by chaos101): focuses on ash; please be very very careful with the warnings, this really graphic and can be very triggering; i almost feel weird recommending this one cause it’s not really meant to be read for enjoyment, but it’s very well-written and really really impactful so i do want to include it; almost threw up the first time i read this (and i mean that as a compliment to the writing, not in the sense that i personally found it triggering), it was so incredibly devastating and gut-punching

how strong the blood (by ihavenomorals): nadia-centric; it’s about nadia’s experience raising shorter on her own; one of the only fanfics i’ve read that focuses on nadia and i loved it so so much

Odour of Chrysanthemums (by nyanja14): eiji’s-mom-centric; eiji’s mom’s perspective on ash and his relationship with eiji after they move to japan; this was so cool ahdhwje, i loved how much depth and backstory they gave to eiji’s mom; one of the less devastating ones on this list, but it’s still so sad in its own right

like a peach (by Quintessence): asheijiii; eiji takes care of ash’s wounds (canon-compliant, takes place around when they rescue ash from dino) and they talk about how he sees himself; definitely a lot more hurt/comfort than pure devastation but the way ash sees himself is so heartbreaking :(

Hydrangea (by Bleed_Peroxide): jessica-centric; first half is jessica’s thoughts as she gets to know more about ash and then second half is an expansion on that one scene where jessica asks ash about what foxx did to him; also more hurt/comfort lol, but i love found family sooo much

Even that could be forgiven. Even Ash. (by chaos101): focuses on max and ash; obviously had to include this since i literally requested it lmao (don’t get me wrong tho– that’s not the only reason why it’s here; it’s here cause i love this fic a lot :3); ash thinks max is going to punish him for talking back to him and max comforts him; hurt/comfort

You’ve paid this world more than enough. (by chaos101): also focuses on max and ash; pretty similar to the last one but i just had to include this cause i love it so so much; hurt/comfort

Safe and Sound (by Dodici): focuses on shorter and ash; pretty short but so so impactful (literally took my breath away ahdvwjeh)

I wish that things had been different. (by chaos101): focuses on ash and griffin; it’s about ash’s reunion with griffin after he starts recovering from the effects of banana fish; this was so emotional and well-written abdvwjbd

Down toward the Healing (by Dodici): asheiji; part of a series (i recommend the series as a whole honestly, but definitely this fanfic in particular) called Eight Million Gods; it’s about ash struggling to find a therapist who works for him; the writing is so beautiful in this and i personally find it somewhat devastating in the sense that it’s a big reminder that healing takes time and a lot of effort

Feed My Body. Feed My Soul (by Wings_and_Feet): asheiji; it does have one (consensual) explicit scene, which is important to the plot but can also probably be skipped over if you’re not comfortable reading that; talks about ash’s relationship with food through eiji’s perspective (please be careful with the trigger warnings)

To Sleep; Perchance to Dream (by Wings_and_Feet): asheiji; it’s about ash and eiji’s post-canon life in japan and eiji’s family’s reactions to eiji being ash back home; literally one of my favorite post-canon japan fics ever, it’s soooo good; a lot of hurt/comfort

Pain Management (by Wings_and_Feet): asheiji; discusses ash’s struggles with addiction as a result of his experiences at Club Cod (not elaborating on this cause of the triggering content); i haven’t read many fics that talk about this, so i thought this was really interesting lol (and also it was very well-written)

Just because I love you. (by chaos101): asheiji; ash sickfic combined with ash and eiji talking about the horrible “he’s not your salvation” stuff blanca said to ash; genuinely one of my favorite sickfics ever (although that’s not really entirely the focus of the fanfic but like still)

How to love someone back. (by chaos101): asheiji; i saved the best for last :3; this is a character study of ash and it’s literally one of my favorite fanfics ever – please go read it, it’s so good aksjdke

bonuses :D (these count as bonuses since you requested devastating fics and these are pretty fluffy lol):

What you’ve been waiting for. (by chaos101): professor ash!! this fic is so sweet 🥹 i love it so much, it’s one of my comfort fics

the Childhood at Eighteen series (by armjail): asheiji; these are my other two comfort fics, they’re both so incredibly wholesome 🥹🥹

#woah this took a lot longer than i thought it would #literally spent hours combing through my bookmarks to make this list #also oops this kinda just became a master list of all my favorite fanfics #but anyways i hope you enjoy :3 #there are a lot more amazing fanfics that i couldn’t fit on here #so if you ever want any more recs then i got you 😌#banana fish #asheiji #shorash #and more™️#banana fish fanfiction #fanfic rec #fanfic #ao3

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thecapodomme · 25 days ago

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ON THE WAY....

" I may have been born in these streets, but I refuse to die in them. I'm done being a product of my environment. It's time to become the architect of my own destiny, to build something that lasts, something that matters. And I'll be damned if I let anyone or anything stand in my way, not even my own past." -Terry

I need you

A/N: Another One! Enjoy!

🏷️ You're it:

If ya'll FWM. @babybratzmaraj @tvchi @megamindsecretlair @westside-rot @notapradagurl7 @browngirldominion @henneseyhoe 🥹

The fluorescent lights flickered in the dimly lit room as Terry counted stacks of cash at a table in the restaurant's back room. his mind wandering to the tiny life that Depended on him Just hours ago, he held his newborn son Terry Jr, for the first time. His heart was heavy with love he never knew could exist. But , now back in reality that seemed like a distant dream. He shrug his shoulders and reached up to stretch.

The door Burst open and Demetrius strode in, his presence commanding the room,. Terry looked up, expecting one of his crew to be barking orders for something new. But instead found himself staring down the barrel of a gun.

“What the fuck, Meech?!” Terry froze in place his words demanded an answer. His voice was steady despite the fear coursing through his veins. “ You trying to rob your own brother, Nigga?”

Meech laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. Rob you? Nah, lil bro. I’m just making sure you remember who’s in charge here.”

Before Terry could respond. A loud crash echoed from the entryway of the kitchen, Meech’s head snapped toward the door, his fingers tightening on the trigger.

A moment later, a figure stumbled in the room, clutching a bleeding wound. Your usually vibrant eyes wide with pain and fear.

Terry’s heart stopped. The woman he had grown to care for, the one who had shown him a different path, was now caught in the crossfire of his brother’s madness.

“Meech, what have you done?” Terry whispered, his voice barely audible over the ringing in his ears.

Meech just grinned, a twisted expression that sent chills down Terry’s spine. “ Business, lil bro. Nothin ever personal , My Nigga. You know how that shit go.

As you collapsed to the floor, Terry Realized that he was no longer just fighting his own life, but for the lives of those he loved. And in that moment, he knew he had to find a way out. No matter the cost.

The room spun around Terry as he rushed to your side, his hands trembling as he tried to stem the bleeding from your wound. “ Fuck, Fuck, … No” He pleaded with God under his breath, patting you and holding you to his chest. “Stay with me.”

“You’ve gone too far this time, Meech” Terry Growled his voice low and dangerous. “ She Doesn’t deserve this shit.” Angry tears welling in his eyes as they threatened to fall against your skin.

Meech sneered spittle flying from his lips. “Deserve?! Nobody deserves shit in this life. You think the world owes us somethin’, little brother?

Meech kept the gun trained on you. His finger twitching on the trigger. Your hair plastered to your face your shallowed breath making the strands move. The blood tinged ends once a deep honey blonde now dripping.

“We take what we want, we take what we need, That’s the only way to survive in this game.” Meech continues his voice loud and deepening with passion.

Terry looked at the sight of you. His mind raced, trying to find a way out of this nightmare. He couldn’t, No wouldn't’ lose you. Not after everything you both had been through together. Not when he finally had a reason to fight for something other than survival.

In one swift motion Terry lunged at Meech, Knocking the gun from his hand. The two brothers grappled on the floor, fists flying, grunts and curses in the air.

As they struggled, You managed to crawl toward the back door, your strength was fading with every movement. Reaching out, your fingers brushing against the handle. “Dammit…’ before collapsing once more.

Terry felt a surge of adrenaline as he landed a solid punch to Meech’s jaw sending him reeling. He scrambled to his feet, grabbing the fallen gun and pointing it to the back of his brother’s head.

“It’s over, Meech,” He said shaking with emotion. “You’re Done, I won’t let you hurt none else I care about.”

Meech Laughed blood trickling from his split lip. “Care About? You’re so weak lil nigga! Yo’ ass will never be anything more than a Pawn in this game.”

Terry hesitated, the gun wavering in his hand unable to get a good grip. He knew Meech didn't mean it but something told him he may be right, in a way. The life of crime had shaped him, He’d followed in his big brothers footsteps, and molded him into the man he was today. Could he really walk away from everything he knew?

“I -I- Can’t do this no more Meech. I’m Sorry, “ Terry whispered, tears streaming down his face behind gold rimmed carrera sunglasses.

Pointing the gun at Meech. He took a deep breath.

“Do it Mothafucka!”

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malarkgirlypop · 1 year ago

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Masterlist

Requests for one-shots are OPEN! ❤️

About me:

My name is Kate I go by she/her pronouns, I’m 23, just happy to be here really this fandom is so supportive! Have a look around, and don’t be scared to message me!

My OC's

Lemonade (Eugene Sledge x Fem!OC):

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

MEDIC! (Donald Malarkey x Fem!OC) COMPLETED: Moodboard 1 - 2 - 3 - 4

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38 TW

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie: (Donald Malarkey x Fem!OC AU)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

BoB x Reader

Ronald Speirs:

Green-eyed Monster

Edward Tipper:

Warriors part 1

Warriors part 2

Joseph Liebgott:

Goody part 1

Goody part 2

Goody part 3

Bull Randleman:

He's the Boss Part 1

He's the Boss Part 2

He's the Boss Part 3

He's the Boss Part 4

David Webster:

This is for you

Eugene Roe:

Come Away With Me

Lena Riggi:

Lie with me?

Skip Muck:

I just want to feel ok again

EDITS:

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#masterlist #band of brothers #band of brothers fanfic #my oc character #My OC #My writing #My work #donald malarkey #fanfic #band of brothers imagine #Edward Tipper #ronald speirs #the pacific x oc #hbo war #Eugene Sledge #the pacific #I finally made a master list #I wanted it to be more pretty but idk how #please help me lol

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claymoresofinfamy23 · 8 months ago

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Masterlist two!

(Ran out of space on the other one)

Request rules

All smut marked with a 🫠

Main masterlist

Cody Rhodes

Leather, fury and love. (One shot)

Damian priest (2)

Dean Winchester

My amazing moots!

@queenofthetable

@alyyaanna @claymorexpunisher @mini-rhodes @southerngirl41 @purplegirl20 @darhknight @judgementdaysunshine @there-goes-thefighter @harmshake @wrestlersownmyheart @thesamoanqueen @whydontyousaeso @xtripleiiix @ayeeitsali ily you all so much!!

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whichcouldmeannothing · 6 months ago

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vienna waits by @oatflatwhite

(minnie's holy grail: 1/?)

Gale told Alex back in the stalag that he’d fallen in love with the big birds as soon as he’d flown in one; kissing Bucky is like that. There’ll be nothing else after it. / V-E Day. The morning after.

THIS FIC IS A TRUE FINALE TO THE SERIES. do you miss how annoying these idiots are? do you miss yearning like your forefathers did? do you like reading lines that make you eat the floor? then READ THIS FIC!! short and sweet and sosososo good, i was reading this to summon myself into the clegan mood bc iphigenias' clegan fics are one of the best in the fandom. their whole account is perfect for clegan lovers <33

painting in the cover is this one, and for more details, click here

(this was so fun to do! cant wait to make more!)re

#minnie's holy grail fics #masters of the air #mota fic #mota fic recs #clegan fic #clegan fic recs #gale buck cleven #buck cleven #gale cleven #john egan #john bucky egan #bucky egan #fic recs #fanfic covers #THIS WAS SO MWAH #ive alw wanted to bookbind for fics i loved but. logistically difficult so #this is what i got #i have a list ready on my ao3 dontchu worry guys #read this

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flusteredfools · 7 months ago

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Bearitt's DCA AU's & Fics Master Post

Green for in progress Purple for finished Blue for (fics) not started Red for dropped Orange for on hold

Faeful Hearts - Fairytale AU - Fae Sun x Fae Moon x Artisan Y/N

Ao3 Main Fic Listing

Ao3 Side Drabbles & Art (some chapters feature NSFW content)

#faeful hearts - tag for AU

#faeful arts - tag for tumblr art

Faete Reversal - Fairytale AU - Artisan DCA x Fae Y/N

Ao3 Main Fic Listing

#faete reversal - tag for AU

#faeful arts - shares AU tag for art

Product Testing - "Canon" - Staff Y/N x DCA

Ao3 Fic Listing

Flustered Fools - Slight Canon divergence AU - Staff Y/N x DCA (nsfw - eventual smut fic)

Ao3 Fic Listing - not available yet!

Fazrule Fitness Plex - Legend of Zelda Crossover AU - Zora Sun x Zora Moon x Hylian Y/N

Ao3 Fic Listing

#fazrule fitness plex - tag for AU

The Lighthouse Keeper's Keepers - Semi Detroit Become Human AU - Android Sun x Android Moon x Mer Y/N

Ao3 Fic Listing - not available yet sorry!

#the lighthouse keeper's keepers - tag for AU

Glitter Goo You - Slime (monster) Y/N x DCA

Ao3 Fic Listing - not available yet sorry!

#glitter goo you - tag for AU

A Superstar of our Own - Abandoned Child Y/N / DCA

Mostly Fluff/comfort story of the DCA becoming a new parent

Hypno-Clips - Yandere Eclipse x Y/N

Dark love story, not a true happy ending, at least not for y/n

Prized Possessions - Demon DCA x Author Y/N

you finally got that cabin in the woods you always wanted but it came with a bit more than you signed up for

Sherlock & More Art Thieves - Cozy Mystery AU - Sherlock-esc Tinkerer Y/N x Gang Leader Sun x PI Moon

you run a corner store book cafe with the help of a self appointed brother bot named Wattson, with your high observation skills and deductive reasoning the local police sometimes like to pick your brain over coffee. Too bad those skills don't seem to work when it comes to picking up on romance.

Comet Get StarStruck! - Idol AU - Idol Y/N x Idol Eclipse x Manager Sun x Security Guard Moon

The Genderfluid Duet of Star and Eclipse's popularity is on the rise! Fans just can't seem to get enough of how the duo mixes up their performances gender roles and vocal parts, both singer's vocal range and singing voice really stuns a crowd!

Lucky Star - Fortune Blessed Y/N x DCA

After attempting (and mostly succeeding) at saving a Jackalope as a child Y/N gains a clover like scar and some crazy good luck. After a lot of trial and error, they realize they can pass that luck on to others but at the cost of gaining a lot of bad luck of their own.

But when they discover how someone could use it more than them, how could they not swap their fortune?

Lost then Found - After the Fire AU - Condo Manager Y/N x DCA

Running the slightly worn down Condominium wasn't your original life plan but things change. And after hearing about the lonely robot from the kids who stay in the unit next to you, you just couldn't help but be curious.

Summer Daze - Summer Camp AU - Camp Counselors Y/N x Sun x Moon

There's nothing quite like spending time in the great outdoors, enjoying silly crafts, campfire songs and smores... and maybe even a summer romance that could put the season's heat to shame.

Quick Guide to my Heart - Museum Guides Sun/Moon x Gift Shop Worker Y/N

They're not all that nice to you, but you can't blame them seeing what they have to deal with every day.

Runaway Rails - On the Run Y/N x Outlaws DCA

You needed to get away by any means necessary, and that ends up being a cargo train that ran through your small town

You didn't expect that same train to be hijacked and robbed that same night though

We Can Serve You Better - Cursed Royal Y/N x Royal Guards Sun & Moon (Mature - Nsfw)

Ao3 Fic Listing

Ao3 Drabbles & Art Listing

#serve you better au - tag for AU

Fazco's Sanctuary on Pandora - MechRomancer Y/N x Clip-Trap (Mature - Nsfw)

The MechRomancer stumbles upon some abandoned Hyperion Caretaker AI's while searching for supplies for Sanctuary.

After deciding to let them take over Deathtrap as the machine's main AI, you end up bonding with them more than you had originally planned.

Once a MechroMancer now a MechRomancer

Love Delivered - Delivery Truck Driver/worker Y/N x DCA

TransMasc Y/N, in charge of the Gift Shops/Day Care supply/stock drop offs three times a week

Strong/Natural buff muscle (not ripped for show)

Can and does lift the DCA when needed (and they can't get enough of someone able to lift them)

The Power of Memory - Human Y/N x Spirit Sun x Spirit Moon

Y/N's father is a contractor and moves them around a lot for work - fixing up run down houses and flipping them

He takes on his most challenging project to date when Y/N is a child - a property left abandoned for being "cursed" after a tragedy took the life of two families

Y/N befriends the childlike spirits while their father works on fixing up the place - just happy his child is keeping themself entertained with their imaginary friends so he can work

after a few years of consistent work the place is fixed up nice and proper and they move away to the next project

years pass by and Y/N happens to see the property being listed for a fraction of what their father was able to sell it for - longing for the more simple joy they had in their youth they decide to buy it and make the move; forgetting that there might be more to their childhood imaginary friends than the remembered

How to Train your Familiars - Witch Y/N x Phoenix Griffon Demon Sun x Sea Dragon Demon Moon

Lonely abandoned and outcast child witch stumbles upon a strange mutated egg

was ordered to destroy it but instead runs away with it, doing their best to take care of it until it hatches

surprised to find it containing more than one demon, both wanting to be their familiar, having heard their voice and care while growing instead the egg

My Midnight Monster - Vampire Moon/Graveyard keeper Sun x Cryptid Researcher Y/N

There's been rumors of people going missing from the next town over, along with weird activity in their cemetery

You're a Cryptid Lover and can't resist poking around to see what might be causing it - even if you're not welcomed

#fnaf dca #fanfic #master post #master list #I've got sooo many I want to make #they rattle my brain all the time

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