#my life has been turned completely upside down over the past year just because of megacorporations battling for control over the metaverse

[aurosoulart]

decided to make a reel of my augmented reality artworks done over the past few months and MAN, it’s.......... suddenly hitting me just how absolutely nuts all of this is

six years ago, virtual reality was still firmly in the realm of science fiction. but now? not only is it real - but it’s possible to have a career working completely inside a virtual world where you have godlike controls over creation. (editing physics, light, gravity - and spawning things into existence on a whim? mind-mindbogglingly, this is somehow just my average workday)

I regularly spend so much time in-headset that it’s started re-wiring my brain; I think of landscapes and buildings as potential canvases for 3D digital artworks, and I sometimes struggle to differentiate virtual objects from reality. (I’ve tried to place real objects on virtual tables, and I instinctively step over/around virtual objects because of how REAL they appear and behave.)

our brains work by building a picture of reality via our sensory input, but what happens when that input is completely virtual? virtual reality is showing us that not only are our brains easily tricked, but that this is already happening even with the technology in its infancy. people using avatars with full-body tracking report ‘phantom sense’ sensations to virtual touch, heat, and cold - and haptic gloves & suits are in development that blur the lines between realities even further.

what will a world look like where we interact with cyperspace as if it was real? where you can meet with anyone, anywhere, in a virtual world you can both touch, hear, and (probably someday) smell or even taste? where job training, 3d design, therapy, education, etc. are all revolutionized by XR in the same way personal computers revolutionized them already?

what does a future look like where we don’t interact with digital media through a screen?

I don’t have the answers, but I think change is encroaching rapidly upon us all - and I think it’s gonna hit us faster than any of us can realize.

[xoxobuckybarnes]

Stucky Fic Recs

@gabulinkasposts asked for some Stucky High School, College, and Sports recs, so here are some of my favorites:

High School AU

Lost Boys and Broken Toys (Rated: E, Words: 204K) by KK_Banyu

Summary: When 17-year-old Steve Rogers moves from Brooklyn to Manhattan with his mother, he's eager to attend his new high school and meet new friends. He looks forward to trying out for the track team and involving himself in the visual arts. Although Steve is ready to face any challenge head-on, he still finds himself haunted by an incident from his past--when his childhood best friend disappeared under mysterious circumstances. If Steve leaves Brooklyn now, will they ever have a chance at reuniting? Jamie Pierce has been a resident of Manhattan for as long as he can remember, ever since being adopted at a young age. His memories of his life before then are fuzzy at best. Now 17, he's finding more and more that his home life and relationship with his father are not typical compared to other kids and is struggling to reconcile with these differences. When Steve and Jamie cross paths at school, their spark is immediate, but somehow, both boys share the inexplicable feeling the thing between them is different--more than just a horny, teenage crush, their connection feels deeper, more like coming home. But that's impossible--they've never met before...right?

Then I'd Be Another Memory (Rated: M, Words: 190K) by Kellyscams / @thebestpersonherelovesbucky

Summary: Seventeen-year-old Bucky Barnes has it all. He’s the captain of the basketball team, has a great social life, his choice of ivy league schools, and was just announced as his class’s valedictorian. Senior year is going perfectly. Until he gets assigned to be a peer mediator to Steve Rogers – one of their class’s biggest trouble makers who doesn’t know how to keep his mouth shut and goes around picking fights with everyone. The last thing Bucky needs is to get mixed up with Steve and his pretty blue eyes and soft blonde hair and heart-melting smile. Even if it turns out he’s not quite what Bucky’s thought all this time. Even if maybe someone just needs to listen to Steve’s side of the story. Even if Steve’s heart is so much bigger than Bucky could have ever imagined. Because Steve Rogers is so not worth becoming friends with. Again. Bucky learned that lesson years ago. Unfortunately, there are some things that Bucky just can’t control. Steve Rogers – and the way Bucky feels about him – is one of them.

Conundrum (Rated: M, Words: 45K) by this_wayward_life

Summary: Bucky Barnes is not popular in the slightest. He's overly sarcastic, has no interest in fashion, and everything about him screams "Do Not Approach". And Bucky is totally okay with that. It's his last year in school, anyway - and unless his entire year level turns out to be evil aliens, he doesn't care about any of them. Then Bucky meets Steve Rogers. Steve is handsome, friendly, sweet, funny and completely irrelevant to Bucky's life. Bucky is determined to ignore him, but Steve has a life of his own - and he's determined to have Bucky in it.

Tripping On Stars (Rated: M, Words: 32K) by goldheartedsky

Summary: When Bucky Barnes finds the school’s golden child, Steve Rogers, passed out and not breathing in the locker rooms from an apparent drug overdose, his world turns upside down. After performing CPR long enough for the ambulance to arrive, he struggles to understand how someone with everything going for him could throw his life away like that. Over the next few months, they grow closer and closer and Bucky starts to realize that maybe they’re both holding onto more secrets than either of them know.

Your Shadow Weighs a Ton (Rated: M, Words: 72K) by me (xoxobuckybarnes)

Summary: Steve Rogers is a little lost in the world right now. His mother is gone, he's about to be evicted, and he's just been arrested. Just when he's about to lose everything, George Barnes, his public defender, rescues him, taking him in, acting as his legal guardian. With a new temporary family, comes a new friend: George's son, Bucky. Bucky Barnes has had a bit of a rough go the past few years. But he's come out on the other side stronger than ever and ready to start his senior year of high school. Even better, he's got a new friend to battle high school with: Steve Rogers. Steve and Bucky have met each other exactly when they needed each other most. Each one is exactly the type of friend the other one needs. And perhaps, there might be something more than friendship on the horizon...

College Au

Alkynes of Trouble (Rated: E, Words: 11K) by yammz / @yammz

Summary: “Doing nothing would be helpful,” Bucky said before he could stop himself. He averted his eyes from what was sure to be another kicked puppy expression. “Look, I’m just gonna be real with you. I can’t fuck up this lab. Fury’s got open positions in his lab, and I need to look good for those, okay? This isn’t just a checked box on my requirements,” he told him honestly. “It’s nothing personal but--” “But you’re smarter,” Steve supplied, a sad smile on his lips. He ducked his head, a motion that simply would not work to make him seem small. He was way too big for that. “I get it.”

Not the Same River at my Fingertips (Rated: E, Words: 11K) by giselleslash / @gigi-gigi

Summary: Steve desperately needs a ride home for Christmas but the last person he wants to take help from is Bucky Barnes. There’s a one night stand gone badly and four years of hurt feelings and misunderstandings between them. Of course there's a road trip home that goes perfectly smoothly.

That Boy Is a Problem (Rated: E, Words: 10K) by 2bestfriends

Summary: In which a twinky little goth punk named Bucky puts a leash around Steve's dick and he's really into it. (The leash is a metaphor. For now.)

He's All That (Rated: T, Words: 88K) by crinklefries / @spacerenegades

Summary: “That one,” Tony says gleefully. “I pick him.” “Him?” Bucky hisses. “Steve Rogers?” “Bet’s a bet,” Tony says smugly. “Make Steve Rogers the class president by the end of the year.” “Motherfucker,” Bucky curses. Then he takes a fortifying breath. He can do this. He’s Bucky Son of A Senator Barnes. He runs a hand through his hair, messing it up in the front just the way he knows men and women like it. “Fine,” he says. “Okay. By the end of the year. Easy.” *** When Bucky Barnes--son of a state Senator, future president of his fraternity, and co-captain of his college’s soccer team--gets unceremoniously and very publicly dumped at a party, his entire reputation hangs on by the thinnest thread. Drunk and humiliated, he does the only thing that makes sense--he makes a bet with Tony Stark. Now Bucky has the length of the school year to take Steve Rogers--small, asthmatic, environmentally-conscious art nerd, political activist, and complete social disaster--and turn him into the student body president. How many misunderstandings, shenanigans, and college tropes will abound before Bucky realizes that Steve Rogers, well, he’s all that?

Learn Me Hard Oh, Learn Me Right (Rated: E, Words: 60K) by AHM1121 / @love-ha-fge

Summary: “Have you always struggled with math, Steve?” Dr. Potts asked. The blush crept higher as the same shame that he had felt since the second grade crawled up his spine. “You’re not the only one.” She assured, handing the papers back to him. “Luckily, you can get one-on-one tutoring at the student center, your tuition covers two sessions per week.” “Thank you ma’am.” Steve accepted the paper and stood, sliding his backpack over his shoulders. Making his way out of her office he paused when she called his name. “Ma’am?” “Ask for Bucky Barnes.” Her lips turned up at the name. “He’s one of the math majors that I oversee, haven’t had a student work with him who hasn’t passed.” No pressure, Steve thought. “I’ll make sure to do that. Thank you Dr. Potts.” “Good luck Steve.” He didn’t need luck, he needed a miracle.

Home for the Summer (Rated: T, Words: 1K) by Ladyjaybird

Summary: Steve is really glad his best friend Bucky is back from college for the summer. And the little touches and sweet compliments Bucky keeps giving him aren't bad, either. But Bucky is just a naturally flirtatious guy, right? Or is something else happening here? (Spoiler: yes)

Sports AU

Citius, Altius, Fortius (Faster, Higher, Stronger) (Rared: M, Words: 50K) by MarcellaBianca

Summary: Steve Rogers. James Barnes. One, an NHL star with dreams of finally capturing an Olympic gold medal. The other, a former World champion and Olympic silver medalist, now a current coach and choreographer for the top flight figure skaters in the Russian Federation. But before all of that.. they were Steve and Bucky. Until they weren't.

Targeting (Rated: E, Words: 140K) by queenmabscherzo / @queenmabscherzo

Summary: Steve and Bucky end up playing for rival college football teams.

Fixed Links Circumnavigate (Rated: E, Words: 30K) by paperstorm

Summary: Steve’s eyes stay glued to Bucky on the television, and he tries to be happy for him. He tries, with everything he’s got in him, not to feel like in a split second, in 10 little words – the Pittsburgh Penguins are proud to select forward James Barnes – that he just lost Bucky forever. Bucky is drafted into the NHL. Steve loves him in secret, and from a distance. An accident ends Bucky's career when it's barely started, and Steve is left to pick up the pieces.

lane lines (Rated: M, Words: 132K) by sparkagrace / @sparkagrace

Summary: Steve Rogers has spent his entire life swimming and now is poised to take the Wakanda 2024 Olympics by storm. The only thing he’s missing is a friendly rival to help get him there. Enter Bucky Barnes, who doesn’t seem to take the sport quite as seriously despite his raw and enviable talent. Steve hates him. Bucky doesn’t care. That makes Steve hate him more. - aka: the Olympics swimming AU that nobody but me asked for

Okay, so he can play... (pretty's got nothing to do with it) (Rated: E, Words: 50K) by darter_blue

Summary: This is supposed to be Steve's year. He's meant to be taking his team to finals. He's meant to get signed to his dream club. He's meant to have it all. Until in walks the new kid, with his beautiful face and his tiny shoulders and his long hair and his graceful skating. Who doesn’t look anything like a proper hockey player. Who's going to ruin everything. Bucky Barnes is about to bring Steve Roger's world crashing down. And Steve is about to realise that's a good thing. Maybe the best thing that ever happened to him.

Howitzer (Rated: E, Words: 11K) by spacebuck / @spacebuck

Summary: Bucky Barnes, figure skating champion, is forced to switch his skates for hockey ones when he leaves for college. Problem is, he's never played hockey before, and now he has to be good enough to get the scholarship he needs. Enter Steve Rogers, Carter University Men's Hockey player, who's decided that he'd do anything to get this guy on his team. Cue five am runs, overwhelming classes, new friends, plenty of snow, and a sport that's fast becoming a way of life.

Full Count (Rated: M, Words: 50K) by Ink_Dancer

Summary: Full Count: a baseball term referring to a situation during a player’s at bat where there are three balls and two strikes on him. As this is the maximum one can have without either walking (base on balls) or striking out, this is generally expected to be a very stressful situation for both the pitcher and the batter. The pitch that is then thrown on this count is expected to be the one that decides the batter’s fate, and carries with it a certain expectation of change. It’s known as the payoff pitch: it’s the payoff for a long wait. or: a stucky au that takes place in the world of Major League Baseball, in which Bucky is a catcher, Steve is a closing pitcher, and their lives are stuck in a perpetual full count—until life throws the payoff pitch and they end up on the same Dodgers team.

Going Yard (Rated: E, Words: 41K) by Brenda / @brendaonao3

Summary: Going Yard: Baseball vernacular for hitting a home run. This is the love story of shortstop Steve Rogers and pitcher Bucky Barnes, estranged childhood best friends about to be reunited on the same team. This is a love story about New York's other baseball team, the Avengers, and their quest to claim the National League East division title. This is a love story about going home and new friends and team bonding and first loves and how the people you're the closest to can also drive you the craziest. But mostly, this is a love story about baseball and the boys of summer who play it.

Armbands & Bandwidth (Rated: E, Words: 61K) by sopdetly / @poedinson

Summary: Steve Rogers, captain of the Philadelphia Forge and the US Men’s Soccer National Team, keeps his head down and leads his teams quietly but effectively. Carol Danvers, captain of the Philadelphia Marvels and the US Women’s Soccer National Team, sports a pink-streaked fauxhawk, demands equal pay, and is anything but quiet. When Carol asks Steve to start a podcast with her to promote their teams and spread their love of the game, Steve thinks it’ll be a fun experiment and his agent thinks maybe he’ll start showing some personality. What Steve doesn’t expect is to meet a devastatingly hot producer. For his biggest secret to come to the surface. For this one offer to change his entire life.

wholesale change (Rated: M, Words: 83K) by biblionerd07

Summary: Steve Rogers, captain of a losing NHL team, has taken so many bad penalties this season he's worried he's going to get set down to the minors as punishment. His agent comes up with a plan to make Steve irreplaceable to the fans--a reality dating show. Where the contestants want to date Steve.

Lessons in Falling (Rated: M, Words: 28K) by lillupon / @lillupon

Summary: Bucky is a diver stuck in a rut. His synchro partner treats him like a deadweight and his coach keeps threatening to cut him from the team. After his spectacular failure in the FINA World Diving Championships, he’s ready to take a break from the sport. And then he meets Steve, a brilliant newcomer to the competitive diving scene in search of a synchro partner.

Going for Gold (Rated: E, Words: 58K) by me (xoxobuckybarnes) & art by heckalecki / @heckalecki

Summary: A long time ago, Bucky and Steve used to be friends. From the moment they met on the youth soccer field, they were inseparable, bonding over their love for the game and planning for a future together where they both got to do what they love. But Bucky hasn't seen Steve in four years. Not since their friendship ending fight. Bucky achieved his dream, became a professional soccer player, good enough to play for the U.S. Men's National Team. When Steve Rogers shows up to write a book about the Men's journey to the Olympics, Bucky's shocked. And a little angry. Can Bucky and Steve get over their fight? Can they ever have that friendship they once had?

[goldenseresinretriever]

Snitches Get Stitches: Prologue

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Part of the San Diego Dogfighters universe

Summary: Jake Seresin, golden boy of the NHL and Captain of the Dallas Stars makes headlines when he unexpectedly signs with newly-formed San Diego Dogfighters. When your future seems at the verge of crashing down, you receive the opportunity of a lifetime to become the team physician for the Dogfighters. You never expected to be working directly with your favorite hockey player. Jake has a secret and you have a job to do. Will he be able to trust you enough to help and will you be able to trust him with your heart?

Series CW: 18+ ONLY, swearing, car accident, suggestive language, medical inaccuracies, hockey inaccuracies etc. No use of Y/N.

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: This is a repost of my completed series, Snitches Get Stitches. It was originally posted in October-November 2023, and was lost when my blog was deleted.

Series Masterlist // Next Chapter

Two weeks out from the end of your fellowship should have felt better. Fifteen years of work and you were so close to the finish line that you could taste it. You’d worked your ass off, topped your classes over and over, sacrificing every bit of your social life, sleep, and general welfare to guarantee that you’d have your choice of job once you came out the other end, and you had. That was at least until three months ago when everything came crashing down. A misunderstanding, a miscalculation, something that felt so far beyond your control and the past fifteen years had been swept out from under your feet. Now you refreshed your email in desperation instead of excitement. You were sitting on a dragon’s hoard of student loans and not a single job offer. The downside of being at one of the top fellowship programs in the country was ironically the same as the upside, they were extremely well-connected. As a result, you were basically blacklisted by every potential employer.

Anyone else would question how you did it, getting out of bed like nothing was wrong and going to your fellowship with a professional smile plastered on your face as if everything was right with the world and you’d be on your way to the first day of your dream job in just two short weeks. It turns out that delusion is highly motivating. You’d refresh your email every morning as if an offer was going to suddenly appear, then go about your day as if maybe this evening something would show. At least that’s how most days went. Today everything that could have gone wrong, had. Your alarm hadn’t gone off because your phone was dead, your charging cord seemingly having given up its last breath sometime over the last twenty-four hours. Then the hot water had been out, for the third time this month, so you were shivering like a drowned sewer rat as you hauled yourself into your car, running too late to make your tea.

Even the Anaheim sun couldn’t seem to warm you as you pulled onto the highway toward Los Angeles. Not even five minutes later a piercing chime sounded through the vehicle and your dismayed gaze fell on your gas light, shining bright since last night, when you had been far too exhausted to brave a seedy gas station in the dark, relegating it as a “tomorrow problem.” Tomorrow was here and you swore defeatedly as you made your way to the next exit, issuing irritated commands at your phone to find the nearest gas station. You swore your whole attention was on the road as you did your best to follow the monotone directions from your speakers as you pulled into the gas station when the motorcycle flashed across your field of vision, fast but not fast enough. You screamed as your brain caught up to the sight in front of you. You don’t remember putting the car into park in the middle of the entry to the gas station and vaulting out of the vehicle, burying your panic as you go into doctor mode, rushing to the aid of the driver sitting up on the asphalt.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, sir are you alright? I’m a doctor.” You sputtered as he turned to look at you, a rueful smile on his face.

“Oh, no worries, Doc, I’m all good.” He scratched the back of his neck as he looked over to his motorcycle which lay abandoned a few feet away. “I need to remember I’m not twenty-five anymore.”

“Sir I’m afraid I’m going to have to insist that I check to see if you have a concussion.” You glanced around, searching for something. “Especially since you weren’t wearing a helmet.” You couldn’t help the annoyed purse of your lips. He chuckled, nodding as you squat down next to him, fiddling with your phone to turn on the flashlight.

“So, you’re a doctor, huh kid? What kind, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Sports medicine, and I mean yes I’m a doctor, I’ve graduated from medical school, but I’m still finishing up my fellowship so I’m not employed as one yet per se.” You sat back on your heels, satisfied that he really was alright. His eyes brightened at your words.

“Sports medicine? What sport are you working with?”

“I’ve worked with a bunch of different ones through my fellowship but my dream job is hockey.” If you ever got a job that was.

His face split into a huge grin. “You don’t say? When do you finish your fellowship?”

“Two weeks… why?” You suddenly remembered that this man was a total stranger as his questions became more specific. It was at that moment that your brain finally exited doctor mode that you realized that he was in fact not a total stranger, not really and you recognized exactly who was sitting on the concrete not even five feet from you. “Oh my fucking god, you’re Pete Mitchell.” The words tumbled out of your mouth in a rush before you could stop them. He barked out a laugh as he extended a dusty hand to you.

“The one and only.” You stared at his hand like you were wondering if it was safe to touch, which is ridiculous. You worked with star athletes for a living and you’ve never gotten star-struck. But that was within the four walls of your job, where you were completely and totally in doctor mode, not squatting in the driveway of a gas station. You shook your head, unsure of how long you’d left him hanging before taking his outstretched hand and shaking it, introducing yourself. “It feels ridiculous to ask, but are you an Anaheim fan?” He asked, flashing his signature grin. You flush, embarrassed.

“They’re my second favorite but my dad’s a ride-or-die.” Pete laughed at your brutal honesty. “But, I mean, everyone who’s everyone knows you.” You sputtered. “You have one of the longest records in the NHL. 26 years is a long time, and with three cups on top of that? You’re practically hockey royalty.” He smiled, seemingly amused with your floundering.

He stood then, helping you up with him. “Could I get your information?”

“Oh yeah, of course. I’m so sorry about your bike, is it good to drive?” You gave the abandoned motorcycle a worried look. “I’m sure my insurance can cover whatever repairs you need.”

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that.” He shook his head gently, laying a fatherly hand on your arm. “I actually wanted to offer you a job. Well, an interview, I’m not actually authorized to offer you a job, not my department.”

“I mean I did hit you with my car, WAIT WHAT?” The full effect of his words hit you like a truck. He laughed again.

“Sweetheart, I promise you I can take care of the damages,” giving you his best I’m a multimillionaire retired athlete look. “And as for the job? I’m serious. You’re clearly responsible, professional, good in a crisis, and the team I’m working with is looking for a physician. Unless of course you’re already committed to another job?”

“No! Uh, no, no I’m not.” Shame crept up your neck. “I really appreciate this, Mr. Mitchell.” You stammered as you fumbled for your wallet and produced a business card that you offered to him, doing your best to hold back the tears of gratefulness threatening to fill your eyes.

“It’s not a problem at all, Doc. I’ll be in touch, and please, call me Mav.” He handed you a piece of paper in return and you stared down to see his signature scrawled across it with a brief note Congratulations on such a talented daughter. - Pete “Maverick” Mitchell “Tell your dad I said hi.” He said with a wink before turning away from you to his motorcycle. You stood there, frozen in shock as he got the bike upright and drove away with a wave. The moment he was out of view, the tears escaped your eyes. You’d been desperate for someone to take a chance on you, but never in your wildest dreams would you have expected that person would be Pete fucking Mitchell.

[alicerosejensen]

Shades Of Cool

So here is the angst as promised. I have a lot of requests in messages and I will try to fulfill them, but now I want to write something sad. There was already a similar text, but it did not say exactly how the reader died.

Warning: mention of suicide; the reader has suicidal tendencies; longing with a bad end; Leon is hurt but holding on; Leon!Vendetta

(Depression is my profession, huh.)

Leon knew you had a failed attempt in the past. Everything has been documented for a long time and is in your medical file, the information of which Hannigan requested at the request of Leon when you first met him. Just to make sure you has nothing to do with Umbrella or other bioterrorists. Of course, you did not have any dark spots in your biography that would have made another chip on his heart if he knew that you were one of those who create bioweapons or have any dealings with them.

Except one.

“Suicide attempt…two years ago. Poisoned by sleeping pills. According to the medical records, she was barely resuscitated." Hannigan's voice came out with a sly grin as Leon's heart sank.

But why?

Leon did not ask you because he realized that he opened that page of your life about which you did not want to tell him yet and had every right to do so. However, you still remembered that sad look of his when he came to your house and hit his shoulder against the door frame. You never told him about it, but you suspected that he knew. You had a few cuts on your arms, but you lied to him that your cat left them for you as a child. Complete nonsense and Leon, holding your wrist in his hand, ran his thumb over deep footprints, looking intently at them.

"Never do that again" from his serious tone, everything inside turned upside down and, meeting with the blueness of his eyes, you lost all words and thoughts, feeling only shame in front of him. As if your problems are too small compared to his and how could you do such things with your body when he sees horrors literally every day? Goosebumps ran down your spine as Leon's lips touched each of your scars as he kissed them. “If something is bothering you, we can solve it differently”

But you didn't know how to decide otherwise. This is something that Leon should have understood before the irreparable happened. Leon was afraid to build relationships, and you didn't believe that someone could love you. Like it was impossible. But if Leon dared to let you get closer to him, to his heart broken into many parts, then you inflicted another knife wound on him.

Pictures of your meeting, communication, joint meetings, ringing laughter, everything revolves before his eyes as a bright kaleidoscope around one colorless event.

His indifferent face seems to show no emotion as he stands in front of the bed, peering down at your lifeless body sprawled on the clean sheets.

He didn't come home to you to find you dead.

But you're so tired of everything. Always not good enough. Never smart enough or pretty enough. There was always... there was always something missing. Eventually something started telling you to stop everything again.

Leon didn't need you. He preferred to while away his days in bars or in correspondence with Ada Wong, which he probably thought you knew nothing about. For everyone, you were too stupid and naive to notice clearly obviously, but you noticed ... you just didn't always show it. Maybe of course you took everything to heart, but even your family constantly inspired you that you were not as good as the rest. This was the reason for the first attempt. But love is short-lived, like a candle in the wind. So you went out like a candle, leaving behind only a dissolving haze. This sea of endless self-loathing covered you in endless waves, plunging you deeper and deeper into a dark abyss from which you no longer wanted to get out. At some point, you just realized that no one will even notice if you leave.

Suppressed by childhood fears, these deep wounds never healed. And the pain was too real, even though you somehow charmed Leon with your inner light and agreed to be with him, you were still alone with this pain.

There was so little good in your life that in the end even Leon turned out to be something negative that finally knocked you off your feet, made you drown, even though he remained your most beloved person. You were always very close to him and very far at the same time, because it was Leon who set the distance. The only woman he could let in without fear and looking back was not you at all.

And yet there was something that brought a smile to the face until the very end. Moments when Leon said that you belong to him and he is obliged to take care of you but in fact even he threw you away as an unnecessary thing.

You are so tired... Leon finally pushed you away after the death of his entire squad. He didn't need you anymore, no matter how hard you tried to help him, he just left without a word, taking the bag with his few things, leaving you in the middle of the room broken like a doll.

With slowly flowing tears on your cheeks, broken from the inside, and only when the door finally slammed shut behind him, you felt pain in your knees when you fell, hitting them on the floor. No word could describe how you felt when he left "us" behind. It hurt more than any betrayal, forcing you to roll onto his side of the bed and touch his nonexistent face. No one could help you forget him, and you were so tired of falling asleep thinking about him, unable to stop loving him. It was so cruel. You literally choked on your own howling and coughing, choking on tears.

He didn't even have anything to say to you. He just left when he saw fit, kicking you out of his life.

You thought pain was the worst feeling, but worse was the endless silence inside you that followed Leon's departure. Not even going to delve into the reason for the distance, as if out of spite, your whole family began to put pressure on you again, condemning you for a small mistake. As if a huge black cloud clouded whole life. You didn't want anything else. There were no tears, no sadness, no joy. You have always been worse than others. From early childhood. Even at your crappy job, you were considered worthless, which eventually led back to the only solution to the problem.

But even if you died, you would create unnecessary problems for your family with a funeral, and they certainly would not want to do this. The guilt was precisely because of this: the knowledge that someone would take the time to prepare your body for burial. But the upsides of your death seemed to far outweigh the few downsides when you were holding a full vial of sleeping pills in your hands.

That's why you corrected yourself. Cleaned up the house, had a nice chat with the upstairs neighbor while she complimented the dress you bought, thinking you were probably going on a date; made the bed with new linens, took a shower and put on light makeup before pouring a full glass of water and drinking sleeping pills one after the other until you emptied the whole vial and your poisoned body collapsed on the bed, staining the pillow with a thin line of blood running from under your nose and mouth.

However, even outwardly you did not look like a sleeper. The heartbeat gradually slowed down, and you plunged deeper and deeper into the dark bottom, from which there was no longer a single chance to get out. There was not even a farewell note, although you wanted to apologize to everyone for the fact that those around you spent so much time on you, but all their hopes were crushed. So death really was a deliverance from all problems.

You just finally solved all your problems in one single right way.

And Leon hated himself for leaving you for months without saying a word. However, something affected him in New York that he rushed to you as soon as the plane landed back, banging on the door of your small apartment to no avail.

This time he wasn't even drunk. Beaten, bruised, but completely sober and alive, unlike you. Because your heart hasn't beat in at least four hours, so your lips have taken on a bluish tint.

"Sweetheart, I know I acted like a fucking asshole but please let's talk. Open the door, I know you're home"

The comic of the whole situation was that the door was actually open, you deliberately did not close it so that in the morning your friend would find you.

"I love you... I was afraid that I might lose you too if I was by your side, but now I understand that I was an idiot! Please, let's talk, I don't want to lose you anymore."

Nothing.

Leon took a deep breath, resting his forehead on the door, trying to hear your steps or movements. Silence. But he knows that you are at home - he saw the open window. He knew that he acted like a son of a bitch, he knew that you had every right to hate him, and yet he wanted to return you.

Another series of knocks followed by no response. Leon accidentally put his hand on the door handle, and then with a click it opened, causing him to freeze in place in amazement. Leon pushed open the door into a dark hallway, and the dim light from the next room made him move further inside, shuddering slightly as the chill of the night ran down his spine.

"Sweetheart?" He slammed the window to a distinctive click, but you still did not respond to his voice.

Your phone was on the table, and next to it was an empty vial of some pills with an almost empty glass of water. Leon unlocked your phone by looking at the list of recent messages, but there was nothing interesting about them. However, taking a vial in his hand and reading the name on the label...

You definitely didn't have any sleep problems! A flash of insight, backed up by the knowledge that you've already had one failed attempt in the past, made Leon's heart sink and freeze as he entered the bedroom and saw your silhouette lying on the bed.

"Baby..." Leon quickly ran up to you, after a few seconds of silent stupor.

Leon turned your body towards him, feeling for a pulse, rubbing your shoulders. The sight of gore on your face for some reason raised a flash of accumulated negative feelings. Pressing your head to his chest, Leon flipped the lamp button to light up the bedroom a little and swallowed the bitter lump in his throat when he saw the lifeless pallor.

"Don't you dare die, do you hear me?!"

You didn't hear. Leon scooped you into his arms, hugging you, whispering something in your head while he searched for the phone in his pocket. While the ambulance was coming, those minutes seemed to drag on forever. Any attempts to bring you to your senses, to at least open your eyes a little, were not blamed for success.

But it was unbearable when the doctors declared death in an unimaginably dry voice without even trying to do anything, despite his furious cries after your body was immersed in a black body bag. Leon just watched silently as the ambulance drove away and the police considered that death by suicide was not worth close attention. "Unrequited Love" would then be whispered among themselves as Leon read a copy of the autopsy report that Hannigan got for him, looking at him with a regretful look.

The following days passed in black despondency and alcohol. Leon would like to burn out all the feelings from his heart for you along with the endless guilt for leaving you. It feels like it's rotting from the inside. There is not the slightest desire to look at you dead, but he comes ... He comes and looks with an empty, otherworldly look at the same serene you. Already in a different dress, but still beautiful, albeit lifeless. he would like to make love to you now, hold you in his arms and luxuriate in bed. Count your moles, cover your back with light kisses and hug you. He would like anything now, but not to see you dead. His hand covered yours with his thumb, running over your knuckles as if remembering what it was like to hold your hand. Some looked at him in bewilderment, but Leon didn't care anymore. He gently stroked your face, trying to ignore the urge to smash everything around from the purest rage and despair that filled it.

But in the end, when all other senses recede, when the lid of your coffin closes forever, only a black, empty nothing remains inside Leon.

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the parts we rearrange | f. morales | 1.5k

frankie "catfish" morales x f!reader

summary: Frankie is a father first, and this past year has been anything but easy. [wc: 1.5k]

tags: 18+, mature themes, fluff, maternal abandonment, brief mention of infertility, FLUFFFFFF, just frankie being a dad, not edited

a/n: first frankie fic! for a fluffy frankie friday! pls be kind, comments and rbs are SOOOOOO appreciated.

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You and Frankie had been together for about a year and a half now. You understood his worst parts and forgave him for the invisible scars he carried. It wasn’t an easy love, but it was well worth it at the end of the day. 

Eight months ago, everything changed. On a Sunday morning, just like today, a knock at Frankie’s door flipped his world upside down. His ex Gabrielle, was there to drop off their daughter Ana for a week with Frankie. You would make yourself sparse because it was what Gabi wanted, and next Sunday, Ana would go back with Gabi for two weeks. Except this time Gabi never came back.

All she left little five year old Ana with was an apology letter to Frankie. The details didn’t matter, but Gabi couldn’t do it anymore. She was done being a parent, leaving Frankie to completely change his life around. 

At first, you didn’t know if he was going to be able to do it. Frankie completely broke down, terrified of being a full time parent. He had spent the last four years co-parenting as a single father, and even that wore him down on good days. He loved Ana more than anything, she was the centre of his universe. He knew he had to step up to the plate, and with the support of you Pope and the Miller brothers, he got his shit together. 

It delayed a lot of plans you had with one another, and put a strain on your relationship. At the end of the day you knew Ana came first and you didn’t blame her, but you did find it hard to cancel vacations and delay moving in together. 

What made up for all the cancelled plans, was the light Ana brought into your life.

The way she would get excited when you promised you’d sleepover at Frankie’s. How she would fall asleep on the couch tucked between you and her father. The mornings where she’d have endless energy for a kitchen dance party. It was the relationship you wanted that Gabi was too insecure to let you have. 

You weren’t sure you ever wanted kids, infertility ran in your family and you didn’t want to set yourself up for heartbreak. Somehow, you found something so much better though, you found Frankie and Ana. And that was enough. 

You knew this would be hard weekend for the two of them. It would be their first Mother’s day without Gabi. Ana knew she wasn’t around anymore but she still didn’t completely understand why. 

“Dad when is mom coming back? I want her to play dress up with me!”

“Mi bebe,” he would sigh. “Mama just needs to be alone for a while, why don’t we play tea party instead?” 

Sometimes redirecting her would work, sometimes she would thrash and cry and ask for her mom. It would break Frankie’s heart and all you could do was watch. 

You woke up Sunday to soft kisses being placed over your shoulder. You hadn’t planned on staying the night last night, but after Frankie put Ana to bed he needed you. 

He needed you to be there for him, to make him forget the heartbreak the morning would bring. To love him, hold him, and make sure he would feel supported the next morning. 

You were in just his t-shirt as he lavished you in soft kisses as the morning light streamed through the curtains.

“Thank you for staying last night, hermosa.” 

“Mm, of course Frankie,” you turned to face him in bed, intertwining your legs, and gently kissing him. 

You kissed him soft and slow, as you lips moved against one another you felt him physically relax. 

“I don’t know if I can do it,” he whispered, “She made a craft at school, and yet has no one to give it to.” 

You ran your fingers through his hair and kissed him delicately on the forehead. 

“It’ll be okay Frankie, let’s just make her pancakes and take things as they come. She’s a smart kid and she’ll be okay.” 

“Mi amor,” he kissed you gently. “Gracias.” 

As if on cue you heard Ana get up and go to the bathroom, signalling it was time to start the day. It’s likely today will be long and emotionally exhausting but you will get through it together. 

As you went to the bathroom, you heard a shriek of joy from down the hall. As you walked into the kitchen you smiled at the scene; Ana was on Frankies hip and they were singing their favourite song from Moana while they collected all the pancake ingredients. 

“You ready for Morales world famous pancakes, kiddo?” You asked.

She sang your name along side a “Good morning!” And ran to give you a hug. 

“Good morning to you!” You sang back, Frankie smiling at the two of you from the kitchen. 

It warmed his heart to see how Ana took to you. You had endless conversations around whether or not Gabi would eventually be okay with you being in her life. Most of which would end with a “She will warm up to the idea eventually!” From Frankie. 

“Dad, is Mama coming today?” Ana asked. 

Frankie looked at her sadly, longing in his eyes for the day she would understand. 

“No angel, Mama still needs to be alone?” 

“Do you think she’s ever coming back?” Ana looked up and asked you with the world in her eyes. 

You looked at Frankie for guidance, not sure how to proceed. 

He came over to the two of you and crouched to her level. 

“I don’t know, mi amor, but you’ve got us,” He said softly. 

You crouched too, to wrap her in a hug. She would probably never fully understand why her mom left, not for a long time at least. In that moment you vowed to be there for her, help her on her hardest days, and be the person she needed when Frankie wouldn’t understand. 

“I made something for you at school,” She smiled up at you. 

“Oh, that’s so sweet,” You smiled at her. 

“Mama would have been mad if I had given it to you, but I want you to have it,” You could see the conflict she was facing. 

“Go grab it! It’s alright,” Frankie said, tickling her sides as she went earning another big squeal from Ana. 

She ran to her backpack at the door, you looked at Frankie and he just shrugged. This was a surprise for both of you. 

Ana came running back with a craft that was mess of pink yellow and orange construction paper. 

She held it out to you. You took it in. 

It was a Mother’s Day Card, made for you. Your name on it and everything. 

‘Happy Mother’s Day! I love you!!’ 

She had hand drawn a flower and a picture of you two holding hands on the inside. Your heart melted in your chest and you brought your free hand to your eyes to wipe away your tears. 

“Is it okay?” She asked the world in her eyes. 

“It is more than okay,” you crouched to meet her. “I love it and I love you.”

You grabbed and pulled her into a large bear hug and rocking her back and forth. You didn’t see it but you knew Frankie had the biggest smile on his face, and was probably also a bit teary eyed. 

When you pulled away she ran over to her father. 

“Well, I don’t think I’ve been this happy in a long time,” you said. 

“Me either, Mama,” Frankie smiled at you. 

“Can we have pancakes now?” Ana groaned, the moment coming and going as quickly as possible. 

“Well, if we are going to have Mother’s Day breakfast, we are going to do it right!” Frankie announced. 

“You,” he pointed at you, “Back to bed! And you,” pointing to Ana, “And I are going to make the best breakfast in bed you’ve ever seen!” 

So you took your card and went back into bed. You snapped a quick photo and texted it to Pope. He was thrilled that Ana had taken such a big step in your relationship. 

You settled into bed reading a bit of your book as you listened to pans rattling in the kitchen, Disney songs on full blast. Not long after you heard someone running down the hall. The door swung open and Ana jumped onto the bed next to you. 

“Happy Mother’s Day!” She said giving you the biggest hug she could muster. 

Frankie walked in shortly after carrying a breakfast tray; it had pancakes, yogurt, granola, orange juice and coffee. 

“Thank you!” You exclaimed. 

The flowers you had bought earlier that week were wrapped in newspaper on the tray. You smiled at the “present” sure that Ana said you needed one and Frankie grabbed the first thing he could find. 

You all sat together eating breakfast in bed, stealing kisses from Frankie while Ana would cringe. The day you were so anxious about ended up being one of the best days in your relationship, finally feeling like you and Frankie were a family. It was a beautiful thing to be loved, and Frankie and Ana made sure you never forgot it. 

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❀❂✤ Come Back — Bradley x OC [Maggie Brooms] – Complete

Eight years ago, Bradley Bradshaw was just a college boyfriend who broke your heart. Now, he’s back in your life after a coincidental reunion, and he’s adamant about starting up a friendship. Will it be possible to be just friends with Bradley, or is he inevitably going to end up ruining everything you’ve spent the better part of a decade rebuilding?

❀❂✤ That Summer — Bradley x Reader – Complete

One night during the summer you turned eighteen, you woke up to a surprise. Your father, a retired Navy Admiral, had posted bail for the son of a former colleague who was now orphaned and had gotten himself mixed up with the law. Instead of letting him get lost in the judicial system, your father signed himself up as Bradley Bradshaw’s guardian to prevent him from going to juvie. You were explicitly told to stay away from the boy in the attic room. But as the summer went on, you and Bradley struck up an unlikely friendship that turned into a forbidden relationship. Bradley tipped your world upside down, challenging everything you had once thought you knew. How could the two of you think it would end any differently than it did when your father called the cops the night he found the two of you in bed together?

❀❂✤ Golden Hour — Bradley x Bob x OC [Dr. Olive James]

Willow, Georgia. Barely even a town, just a speck on a map that you tried to wipe off, mistaking it for a crumb. You’re the outsider: a fancy New York doctor, fresh out of a failed engagement, with zero primary care experience. You’re also the new town doctor, taking over for a recent retiree who was beloved. His son, Bob Floyd, is the other physician at the practice, and takes an immediate dislike to you. But you were looking for a fresh start, and Willow doesn’t seem all that bad if you can get past the fact that there's only one restaurant in town. It helps that you've caught the eye of Bradley Bradshaw, the town attorney, despite the fact that you vowed to take a break from dating. How long until you start to make friends in a town where social circles have been set in stone since elementary school? And what will it take to make Bob Floyd see you’re not as bad as he wants to believe you are?

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❀❂✤ His Best Friend's Wedding — Bradley x Reader – Complete

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw has been your best friend for a decade. He’s also your fiancé’s best man. So when he shows up at your hotel room the night before your wedding, it’s just because he’s your friend, right? 

The Stranger — Bradley x Bob x OC

Bradley Bradshaw left an impression — after finding him naked and passed out after a night of drinking in your front yard, he’s anxious to never see you again in his life and relive the embarrassment. But there’s something about him you just can’t let go. He’s a project, and you hate to admit you love a fixer upper. Bradley is hesitant to let you in, but you’re persistent. Is he making a massive mistake?

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❂ Too Far Gone — Bradley x Reader – Complete

Your life changed forever the moment you fell for Bradley Bradshaw. But his life wasn’t an easy one to fit into. He had more baggage than lost and found at JFK airport. You were always one for a fixer upper. Bradley could be your ultimate passion project. But was he too far gone for you to save him? 

❂ Darkness — Bradley x Reader – Complete

Darkness surrounds your life with Bradley. But every time he pulls away, you pull him back in. It's your job to save him from the darkness.

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Something About Fate...

Chapter 1

Summary:  Y/N has been homeless and living on the streets of Dallas, Texas since the start of Covid. Until one day, a handsome, green eyes strange notices her and turns her whole world upside down.

Warning: Homelessness, fear of sex trafficking, brief mention of past relationship. Brief mention of almost assualt.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader (eventually). 

Word Count: 2700

A/N: This series is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! This series will contain mature content eventually, and therefore is unsuitable for persons under 18 years of age! Anyone under the age of 18 will be blocked for my blog! Thanks so much for reading! I hope you all enjoy this series!

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Y/N shivered as she pulled the thin jacket she was wearing closer to her small, underweight body. She watched in silence as the people on the street passed by her from her spot in front of the streetlamp where she sat cross legged, with her paper cup in front of her. Some would glance at her, sometimes in disgust with judgment plastered all over their faces. Some would even go as far as to actively take a step away from her to put some distance between them. Other, more kind people, would drop a few coins into her cup, most of the time with barely a glance at her. 

If she was lucky, she might even have enough money to get a sandwich from the little shop she sat just across from tonight; at least, that was the goal. Then she would wander down to the park and break into the splash pad bathroom to shower in what was surely going to be a painfully cold shower, but even though she was homeless, and currently begging to eat every day, she was going to at least be clean as she could manage anyway. 

She only owned a backpack full of belongings, some of which contained two changes of clothing, and on Tuesdays, she’d sacrifice eating her one meal a day to go to the laundromat and do her washing. Today was Monday, so if she didn’t want to not be able to eat for the next two days as opposed to one, tonight would have to be the night that she collected enough to get her a sub that she might be able to stretch for a few days. Which meant she had to hope and pray she could gather up enough coins to go and get something before they closed at 8 pm, it was already 6, and she was running out of time. During the winter months though, it was harder because there was already less traffic on the streets than normal, and right after the holidays, people were exceptionally tight with their money, and therefore, she missed a lot more days of eating than she cared to admit. 

This wasn’t always life for Y/N. At one time, she had a job, she had an apartment of her own, she’d even planned to go to college to become a nurse. Then, covid struck, and the man she thought loved her left her for another, prettier woman, or at least that’s what the dick had told her. She lost her roommate at that point, and then covid came, and she lost her job too. The world shut down around her. No one was hiring, no one was open. She fell into a downward spiral she couldn’t come up from, and now, here she was, living on the streets, begging money from people to eat more than once a week if she was lucky. 

It wasn’t that she wasn’t hirable, it was more the fact that when you fill out a job application and have no place to put down as a permanent address, it’s a red flag for businesses. They immediately don’t want to hire you, no matter how great your credentials are. 

She wasn’t addicted to drugs or alcohol the way some where that lived on the same streets she did, and she quickly learned that a halfway house for women wasn’t safe when she was almost assaulted twice, once by another homeless person, then again by someone that worked for them at the shelter. But of course, who was going to believe her? 

No one, the answer was no one. 

She’d learned a long time ago that it did no good to cry, even though tonight it was hard not to do. Crying didn’t change things. 

A crack of thunder sounded overhead, and she sighed heavily as she heaved herself upward, and made the decision to move over to the side of the building where the overhang would protect her from the impending rain at least a little. She knew this was a dangerous move, because if some customers complained about her presents, the owner may would come out and make her move, but she had to try, this was the last night she’d be able to eat for a few days, and she was starving. 

Lucky for her, no one seemed to notice her sitting there that cared enough to turn her in, at least, they didn’t seem to, and she did get a few more people drop a few dimes into her cup. She almost had enough, she just needed one dollar’s worth of change, and she’d be able to eat, and then go and take her frigid shower before trying to find somewhere to sleep for the night. Somewhere dry preferably; maybe under the overpass off of I-10 even if the wind was terribly cold under there. 

A large group of people heading down the sidewalk interrupted her planning, and she looked up to see some well-dressed men, accompanied by a shorter, thinner, redheaded woman walking her way, and she quickly sank back into the building’s exterior as best as she could to give them some room, and also make herself look as small as possible. It was quite obvious that this group had money. They were dressed too well. Usually, well-off people didn’t like homeless people, and Y/N feared that they would have her tossed away from her meal, especially since the tall, breathtakingly handsome, green eyed one seemed to be unable to keep himself from openly staring at her as they walked past. He little slower than his counterpart who seemed to not notice her at all as they walked into the establishment where, she watched them all make their order through the window, sighing in relief when they didn’t seem to be talking to the cashier about her. 

She noticed that the handsome, green-eyed man sat on the end of the booth they were all sitting at once they placed their order, allowing the woman that was with them the safer seat against the wall. She wished she knew what it was like to have someone like that protecting her. God he was handsome. Tall, thick in all the right places. His features were striking. A strong jaw accented by just the right amount of facial hair, and if she looked hard enough at him, she could almost see a light dusting of freckles on his face. The man was a walking, living, breathing work of art; something beautiful in the dark and cold world that she lived in. 

Suddenly, as if he could feel her looking at him, his astonishing green gaze turned and met hers. For a moment, she thought she saw a flash of something cross his handsome face. Sadness? Pity maybe? But whatever it was, it disappeared fast, and he was on his feet, making his way on long, bowed legs to the cashier that was leaning against the counter, texting on her phone. 

A deep rock dropped into the pit of her stomach, and she bit back the tears as she slowly started to gather her things. Surely, he was going to ask her to be moved like all rich men did. Which meant that he may have been an Adonis on the outside, but on the inside, he was just as cold and ugly as everyone else in his status. Then again, maybe she was just that cursed, and it had nothing to do with what men seemed to think of her at all.

The door chimed behind her as it open, and she scrambled faster to dump the change she’d collected into her bag to hide it there, when she noticed the same dark jeans that the man was wearing inside the shop kneel down in front of her in the corner of her vision, and she froze terrified as to what was to come from him. 

“Hi,” he greeted her, and shivered against the wind that billowed through the now suddenly, impressively empty street. 

Y/N kept her eyes on the ground, holding her breath, unsure as to what might happen next, she was too scared to run, and honestly, he’d probably be able to grab her before she could even get away. 

“Are you hungry?” he questioned, keeping his deep voice as soft as possible as he offered her a wrapped sub gingerly, and her stomach rolled loudly as she looked at his freckle dusted hand; giving her away so that she was unable to deny her situation at hand. 

“Take it honey, it’s okay,” he pressed, and she reached for the sandwich with shaking hands, half expecting him to jerk it away at the last minute and laugh, but he didn’t do that to her surprise. He just let her take it from him with the same sad look on his face as he’d had when he’d passed her earlier while he watched her unwrap it with trembling fingers. 

She mumbled a quiet, “thank you.”

Before another word could escape his perfect, pink lips, the door to the establishment opened once more, and this time, a taller, thinner man was at the door, along with the short, red-haired woman. 

“Hey Jay, Felisha needs to go back to the hot–,” the man blurted out, stopping in his tracks when he saw that his friend, ‘Jay’ was crouched down in front of the homeless girl that loitered the side of the building, and Y/N could have sworn a slight panic crossed his features. “Is—is everything okay?” He questioned him, and the man in front of her just nodded, not taking his eyes off of Y/N, who was now cowering slightly under his sharp gaze, and away from the man that had just come out of the door. 

“Yeah, everything’s fine, you guys go ahead,” he said, reaching out to take the sandwich the man at the door offered him, “I’ll catch up to you guys.”

“Jensen,” the woman, Felisha said, taking a tentative step forward, but Jensen, which was apparently the handsome man’s name, and ‘Jay’ was just a nickname, held his hand up to stop her as Y/N slid back a little further on against the wall away from the three of them, suddenly, she felt trapped. 

She’d heard of sex traffickers capturing younger, or young, women on the streets, and suddenly, she was afraid this was just that. 

“No, you’re scaring her,” Jensen voiced in an authoritative tone, and his friends took a step backward to give them some room. “You two go on back to the convention. I’ll meet you there, I promise, I just wanna make sure she’s okay.”

The tall man wrapped his arm around the woman’s shoulders and nodded at his friend before they both started back towards where they’d came from, leaving her alone with Jensen, and Felisha looking back over her shoulder as they went, concern etched deep in her pixie-like features. 

Jensen then did something that shocked the hell out of her. Instead of grabbing her, which is what she expected him to do, he plopped himself down on the wall next to her and began to open his own food. 

“What’s your name sweetheart?” he questioned, and Y/N just looked at him like a deer caught in headlights. It had been so long since someone asked her that question, a simple, ‘what’s your name,’ that she had to think about it herself. 

Had she really been out here so long that she’d forgotten her own identity? 

“Y/N,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the rain that broke loose overhead, and the loud crack of lightning that followed, causing Jensen to look away from her for a moment, and up towards the angry, dark sky. 

“I’m Jensen,” he said, keeping his voice calm and low, probably to try and keep from scaring her again. 

Personally, Y/N was still trying to figure the man out. Why the hell would this God of a man sitting down in the dirty street to eat his sandwich next to a homeless girl? Much less introduce himself after asking her name? Was he dangerous, should she run?

As if Jensen sensed her sudden extreme fear and apprehension, he slid a little closer to her, blocking a little of the blistering cold wind and rain with his broad back and shoulders before he continued. 

“How long have you been living like this Y/N?” he asked, taking another large bite of his food, which reminded her that she had her own in her hand. 

He couldn’t be that horrible. Maybe he was just an eccentric rich guy who just like to talk to homeless people? He couldn't be that bad if he was being this nice, could he? Surely if he was part of some sex trafficking ring, they would have grabbed her and made off with her by now, right?

“Almost three years,” she answered him, looking down and flinching away from the flash of lightning that lit up the street in front of them. Jensen even flinched himself this time. She knew before long, they would both have to get off the street and find shelter somewhere. Which meant she would probably never see the handsome stranger again, and that made her heart ache just a little. He was the first person in so long to show her any kindness. She hated to see him leave, even if he might be a weird sereal killer or something. At this point she’d take what she could get. 

“Damn,” he murmured, a look of what she thought might be disgust crossing his face, and shame flooded her, causing her to look down at her lap in order to keep from crying. 

Crying did no good. There was no point in crying. 

Jensen’s phone rang in his pocket, and he quickly silenced it, not even bothering to look and see who was calling him, most likely it was his friends that had left him there with her. 

Jensen looked up the street at the falling rain, and then back to Y/N’s trembling form before he stood slowly, a heartbroken look in his deep green eyes as he reached out a hand to her, determination taking control of his face, and she just stared back at him as if he’d lost his mind. 

“Come on honey, it’s freezing out here, and it’s pouring, please come back to the hotel with me. I know that sounded terrible, like I’m some sort of pervert or something, but I swear I’m not,” he said, pulling a tag that said Creation Entertainment Supernatural Convention, from his back pocket and showing it to her. “My hotel is less than a block from here. I’m here for the convention, Dallas is my hometown, I’m from here. I’m not just some freak. I can’t leave you out here in this, I just can’t. I swear I’ll not lay a finger on you. I just can’t leave you alone and cold here in the rain.”

Y/N’s chest tightened as panic, and some other emotion she wasn’t sure of gripped her tight around the throat and threatened to choke her. She knew then, she had a choice to make. She could either turn down the handsome stranger, watch him walk away back to his job, leaving her to live in the squalor she found herself in, maybe survive another day…

Or she could take this man by the hand and leave with him to the hotel he was staying at, and leave this mess behind her for even just a night…

Worst case scenario, he would kill her and dump her body in a dumpster behind the place he was staying when he was done doing God knows what to her. It was a fate she knew would probably happen to her eventually if she kept living the life she was living, she wasn’t an idiot. 

She was pretty certain that he wasn’t a sex trafficker, or else he wouldn't have the badge he had shown her to get into the convention. 

Maybe he just wanted a good time for a night, and thought she was an easy pick up for some sick reason? Would that really be so horrible? So what if she had to sleep with him to stay the night? At least he was attractive and seemed nice. Surely he’d let her take a shower and sleep on the floor of a warm, dry hotel room, that was more than she could ask for… Even if he did kill her, what did she have to lose?

Jensen watched as she debated within herself, patient, the rain beginning to dampen his jacket and perfectly placed brown hair, but he never moved a muscle, just looked at her with the most pleading eyes she’d ever seen. 

Slowly, still somewhat unsure of her own fate, she reached up and took his warm, massive hand, and he helped her to her feet. 

There was no going back now, either way, she’d just sealed her fate…

“Come on darlin,” he said, slipping his jacket from his massive shoulders and over her own thin frame, not caring that the rain pelted against his side as he slowly started to guide her towards the massive hotel off in the distance. “Let's get you dry and cleaned up.”

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[edvinroyals]

Hey! Could you recommend some good Wilmon fanfics that are both romantic and a little smutty, please? Thanks in advance!

Hey, of course, if there is one thing I love its recommending fic! - here are some of my all time favourites that hopefully fit what you are looking for! 

hej (honey), kan vi snacka? - Series by disruptedthesky.

Simon knows Swedish is his second language, but he's pretty certain 'Kan vi snacka?' roughly translates to 'Can we chat?' And does not, as Wilhelm would have him believe, actually mean 'Can you follow me into this empty classroom?' or 'Can you follow the traced line of my tongue down your body?' or 'Can you follow me, right over the edge? Can you do that for me, baby?'

(Wilhelm is Simon's honey. Simon is Wilhelm's everything.)

Ex - By stretchoutandwait.

Sweden has become a republic and ex-Prince Wilhelm is out of a job and trying to find some direction in his life. A holiday with his old school friends might be just what he needs to set him on the right path. And if one of those friends turns out to be the boy on whom he used to harbour an unrequited crush, so much the better.

Summer of Love - by embracedthevoid

Family and tradition are the two most essential things Wilhelm must uphold in his adult life, which he takes very seriously. When he was younger, however... not so much.

Through flashes to the past, follow the story of Simon and Wilhelm's summer of love as they reconnect years later, having moved on with their lives despite always wondering what could have been. For the second time in Wilhelm's life, his duty and burden to uphold a legacy are challenged when matched against love, and what is meant to be.

The Boy and the Bartender - by Spidaya.

Simon is a bartender at a local bar with a sunny smile and confident attitude that hide the darker side of his life he wishes to keep hidden. Wilhelm, the prince of Sweden, is a lonely boy with too much love to give and not getting much love in return.

After they meet at a bar in not the most Prince-Charming way, their hearts are forever intertwined with each other, but not before going through the hurt, trials, and love that come with both of their lives.

This is Everything - WIP - by paspeurpasseul.

Wilhelm is twelve years old the very first time he lays eyes on Simon Erikkson and his world is flipped completely upside down.

And this is it. The feeling Wille has been searching for his whole life: a feeling of newness, passion, and friendship like he’s never felt before.

This is it.

This is everything.

Until it isn’t.

Or: a childhood friends au nobody asked for where Simon makes Wille question everything. But their love is just as strong.

That's What I Really Want - by yr_bb.

“How do you want to do this?” Simon asked. “I know you need someone to go to this fundraiser... I need someone to come with me to my parents’ anniversary party... I’d like to propose that we pretend that this—” Wilhelm gestured between them, “is a thing until at least then.” They sipped their coffees in silence for a moment. Simon hoped he was imagining the tension.

Inspired by 'Boyfriend Material' by Alexis Hall, with characters from Young Royals. A classic slow burn fake boyfriends story with plenty of soft boys, angst and fluff.

how long i've loved you - Series - by waitingstar

He tells himself he’s not searching for a head of floppy golden hair and sighs as he turns back to the bar. And, naturally, because Simon’s life is one big cosmic joke, that’s where he comes face to face with his ex-boyfriend/ex-lover/ex-undefined-partner-in-a-tragic-love-story/the Crown Prince of motherfucking Sweden. ~ Simon attends his ten-year reunion at Hillerska. That means it’s been ten years since he and Wilhelm have spoken, but it’s going to be fine. Absolutely, totally, completely fine.

this is the golden age of something good and right and real (Painter AU) - by paintersong

(this series is quite possibly the most beautiful body of work I have ever encountered) 

He painted and painted and painted and Wille held him and watched, shared Simon’s perspective, watched the whole thing happen, and Simon felt like a fucking miracle worker, creating a world in front of both of their eyes, a world of color and light, saturated with gratitude and love and affection, a documentation of Simon’s search for joy, his desire to grasp onto it, cling onto it, make it permanent.

[yellow-n-blue-hyperfixation]

eyecatcher, by smoosnom (moonsooms)

While volunteering at the Hawkins' help center, it seems like every girl around has a newfound interest in Will Byers, and Mike doesn't know why he feels the way he does.

~~

difficultly easy, by quietforasecond

Mike opens his eyes against the water droplets hanging off his eyelashes. Will hasn't stopped walking away from him, and he’s far enough now that Mike can no longer really see the details of his jacket. The rain feels like needles against his skin, and a frustration builds in his gut. Mike can't stand this anymore.

He breaks off into a run.

or Mike and Will finally confront each other about everything. It's raining, and things get messy.

~~

Basement Noise, by GrasshopperKatie

Will spends a lot of time alone. Even when he’s with everyone else, it feels like there’s a static feed running in his brain that makes him feel like the only person in the room. He’s not sleeping well and has dark circles forming under his eyes. While moving to California wasn’t fun and has clearly caused a strain on the party’s dynamic, he would take that over the endless nights of no sleep and the complete terror he felt when they drove back into Hawkins and that prickling sensation on the back of his neck started again. He always knew getting a whole year without dealing with this shit was unrealistic.

~~

outlined in guilt, my portrait stares (in a gallery where the walls lie bare), by catboy_cabin

Though Mike hasn't seen many of Will's paintings – not recent ones, at least, and especially nothing like this – there isn't a doubt in his mind that this is one of them. It has all the hallmarks of Will’s style, in the depth of emotion displayed by the eyes alone; in the way Mike's freckles are much more visible than they have any business being; in the dark lighting and drab colors that Will always uses to depict the landscape of his trauma, when he just needs to get all the horrific images immortalized by his brain out.

(It hurts, to find himself rendered like some monstrous thing straight out of the Upside Down.

Mike probably deserves it.)

or: vecna has a tempting offer for mike.

~~

i has a dream (i got everything i wanted), andiwriteordie

“No.” The word escapes Mike’s lips, and it’s barely a whisper. Tears blur his vision, and he turns back around to El, trembling. “N-no, that… that can’t be right… Will… he-he can’t be gone, El; he can’t be dead—”

“Oh, Mike,” El whispers. She reaches up, wiping the tears from Mike’s eyes, and there’s a look on her face—so tender and so, so kind. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

Her words hit like a bucket of ice water being dumped on him, and Mike recoils, staring at his girlfriend—no, wait, his wife—in horror. “W-what? How… how could you say that, El? How could you say that?!”

Or:

An encounter with Vecna forces Mike to reconsider just what it is he really wants in his life.

~~

I Wish I Knew You Wanted Me, by FoodieHoodie

It may be the end of the world, but Mike's too busy being distracted by Will, especially since he's using the excuse of being a team to keep Will close and share his room.  ~~

i keep my distance (but you still catch my eye), by andiwriteordie

“I don’t want to lose you,” Mike says suddenly, because screw it. Screw it. He’s going to say exactly what he needs to say—all the words that have been too messy and too difficult to articulate for the past couple of years, for reasons Mike doesn’t fully understand.

~~

no takesies-backsies, by AttaBoyLuther

"Why did you lie?"

Will felt gravity leave him, felt his body untether itself from this mortal realm and float directly into the setting sun. The room was casted in a yellow-gold, beamless and directionless - and because Will was a sinner, he replied, "About what?"

Mike's face creased. He shook the rolled up painting, tightening his fist around it. "About this, Will. Don't play dumb."

(AKA: Oh, you know - just your standard Mike-finds-out-about-the-painting confrontation.)

~~

so, for once in my life, by MeltingSnow

“Mike?” Dustin’s words interrupted Mike’s thoughts. He simply hummed a reply, still looking at Will. God, why was he so obvious?His eyes just couldn’t seem to pull away from him. There was just something so captivating about Will. How could one ever look away from him? Ever look away from the living embodiment of a star at the centre of its own solar system? Such great gravity, you couldn’t help but be pulled towards it. It wasn’t Mike’s fault. It was only natural– a force of nature. One of Newton’s laws or something along those lines. He couldn’t really remember.

or

My take on post-painting reveal byler and how they deal with their emotions.

~~

what a match: i'm half-doomed and you're semi-sweet, by perexcri

One month ago, if you had asked Will Byers what he’d do if Mike Wheeler threaded his fingers through his hair, looked him dead in the eyes, and started leaning in for a kiss, he wouldn’t have said this.

He wouldn’t have said he’d be staring right back into those yawning dark eyes, one hand on Mike’s waist, the other against his cheek. There wouldn’t have been any lightning in his veins or blood rushing in his ears.

He wouldn’t have said that Mike Wheeler would be tilting his head in the opposite direction, eyes widening just the slightest as if asking permission, his mouth slightly parted.

He wouldn’t have imagined it at all.

~~

baby, we’re perfect, by bookinit

Mike grabs Will’s hands and tangles them with his own, blinking up at him through his long, dark lashes. His eyes are endless. Solid black, like the night above them. So shiny that Will can see himself, tipsy and happy, in the reflection. “I want to be stuck with you,” Mike whispers, like it’s a secret. “I don’t ever want to leave.”

Will sucks in a sharp breath, squeezing his hands. “Then don’t,” he whispers back, punched-out and honest. “Stay.”

—

Senior year in Hawkins. Will and Mike figure some things out.

[thesweetnessofspring]

A chapter from the OG Roses and Pearls

My revised version of Roses and Pearls is shaping up to be pretty different from the original, now-deleted 2012/13 version. A major plot point of the Capitol bombing D13 in particular was very different and I thought it would be fun to share the original here.

Some VERY key differences: Peeta hadn't yet completely switched over to the rebellion, and he and Rosalia are still together. I'd changed a lot of the events around, so it came out very different!

Below the cut is the original chapter from Roses and Pearls, unedited and unchanged from how it was written 11 years ago.

Within hours, the attacks start.

Although Katniss promises me no one will get hurt as long as they stay in the shelter, I can't believe it. The walls tremble and vibrations shiver up into my core. I sit handcuffed on the floor of the Everdeen's tent, sick and worried.

"I can't believe she did this," I whisper.

"Really? You can't believe it?" Katniss frowns.

Would I have done this weeks and weeks ago, before I found out the truth, before I became friends with these people here? Yes. I would have. Rosalia still sees Thirteen as the enemy, the way I saw it when I first came here. She thought this would save her, set right what went awry that night on the rooftop garden.

"I guess…I guess I can believe it."

The walls rumble with the impact of another bomb.

"You sure picked a real winner, Peeta." Katniss draws her knees up to her chest and continues scowling.

"She's not…she's—"

"Are you defending her?"

"I'm not approving of what she did, but she's not a mutt like you're trying to make her out to be."

She makes a disgusted sound from deep in her throat. "Not a mutt? She has mutt in her blood from her grandfather, from the Capitol. And she proved that she has it by letting them know about us!"

"She's a prisoner! She's scared! She's been taken from her home, her life turned upside down, and she wants to go back to the way things were before. That's why she told them about us. Don't act like you wouldn't do the same if the Capitol captured you."

Katniss stiffens. "No, I wouldn't. Because the Capitol would brainwash me before I even got the chance, and they'd make me believe in things I didn't."

Her words sting like a slap on the face. She thinks I'm still a puppet for the Capitol. And why would she think any differently? I'm still handcuffed as a prisoner and defending Rosalia. I haven't told her that I remember anything about the past, even the slightest recognition that I loved her.

"I'm not saying what she did was right. I'm just trying to look at it from her shoes. If I thought it was right, I never would have warned you."

She drops her gaze from mine and runs her fingers over the metal floor. I sigh. It feels like we'll never be able to understand each other about this.

"Do you want to go to bed soon?" she asks. "I can make up your bed."

I shake my head. "I won't be able to sleep through the attack."

"Me either."

"Stay with me?" I ask her.

She jerks her head up at me, eyes round. "You remember?"

"Remember what?" I have no idea, but suddenly, I wish I did.

She droops again. "Never mind."

The bombs continue through the night. President White issues one week in the shelter, allowing for the debris to cool and the Capitol to believe we didn't survive the bombs. After that, we'll head out for refuge.

When the bombs cease, I sleep for the first time in over twenty-four hours, so exhausted I probably could sleep through another attack.

I wake up a few hours later, not ready to get out of bed and deal with our situation. I keep my eyes closed, but I notice two people talking in the Everdeens' area. Katniss and Gale.

"Eleven will be able to get us food once we get to Twelve," Gale says.

"The Capitol will try to rein them in first, though. They'll die without Eleven supplying them," Katniss says.

"They're not stupid. Ever since you won and the small rebellions started, the Capitol has stocked up on food. They have a year's worth of it. Not exactly the extent of Thirteen's planning, but still good considering."

"I can't imagine those precious Capitol people eating canned food." Katniss's tone leaks acid.

"Woah, I thought I'm the one who gets to rag on the rich people, while you remind me of your precious prep team and that Effie woman."

"Just because there are some good but confused people in the Capitol doesn't mean they won't complain about their food. And not all of them are so great, either."

I count two breaths.

"What?" Katniss asks.

"You really hate Rosalia Snow."

"Don't you?"

"Yeah, but I think our reasons are probably different."

"Gale, she blew our cover, almost got us killed."

"Besides One and Two, all of the rebellions succeeded and none of us are dead. And anyway, did you expect anything else from her? She's an idiot."

"I don't trust her, and I don't think she's completely an idiot. Peeta…he acts like he's still in love with her, defending what she did. What did she do to him to make him think like that? Why would he love her, even after all of this?"

Did I still love her? A little, I guess. A small piece of me held onto what she'd been to me before, a refuge for the loneliness and pain, someone to make me forget about it all. But we'd grown to apart now, our goals too dissimilar.

"She is beautiful," Gale says. After a moment, he continues, "Well, she is. If you get past her freaky hair, she has a great body, and her face isn't too bad either. Huge lips and big eyes."

"But after everything she did. She can't be that beautiful."

"Look, I can tell you more about what I know as far as the rebellion goes, or we can keep going on about your hatred and Peeta's love for this girl."

"Fine. What else is important?"

"Like I said before, One and Two are still firm in the Capitol's hold. They're sending out back-ups to the other districts from them, because we never had a strong hold of the rebellion there, anyway."

"But Lyme knows Two," Katniss says.

"She does, which is why we had to break her out of the Capitol. Still, she can't do it alone."

"One shouldn't be hard to break, should it?"

"They've been taking up more kids to train as Careers. They practically have their own army now."

"We have all but those two districts. We're going to win, aren't we?"

"We should," Gale says. "But Two will be difficult to crack, and without doing so, we'll never be able to get to the Capitol. They could reassemble and take back the districts again. Just because we're winning now doesn't mean we will be in a few months."

"We've been going so long with this. I just want it to be over."

"I know."

Gale's voice is so understanding, even nurturing, that I can't lay down low anymore. I open my eyes and sit up in bed. Katniss and Gale sit a foot apart, not touching. I rub my eyes, remembering that Gale's married and Katniss told me she didn't love him more than a friend. I shouldn't worry about them.

But I still do, a little bit.

"Good morning. Or afternoon. Nighttime?" I say, uncertain here underground and without my schedule what time it is.

Gale checks his watch. "Afternoon."

"Here, I'll get you some food," Katniss says, standing up to get it.

While I eat, Katniss and Gale don't say anything else to each other, probably because I'm not supposed to know much, in case I spill their secrets to the Capitol in some way.

There's not much to do in the shelter. Most people wander around, visit other people. Delly comes to see us, her cheeks a little flushed.

"I did it," she says once she sits down, but still straight with excitement. "I told Bron how I felt."

"And…?"

She smiles and lets out a giggle. "He kissed me."

I have to admit, I'm shocked. Bron had seemed so distant, I didn't expect him to react so immediately to Delly's declaration. I grin, though, at seeing Delly finally getting what she's deserved for so long.

"What did he say?" I ask.

"That he's liked me for a long time, but he didn't say anything because he knew the war would be happening, and if he died or got hurt, he didn't want me to hurt, either. But once I let him know I was already crazy about him…well, why not enjoy what we have now, right?"

"I told you to just tell him."

Delly nods. "I think it was the bombs that really made me do it. We all might die any day now. Might as well live while we can."

Other people come to visit, mostly for Katniss and Prim. Quite a few young men come for Prim, actually. They all pay her close attention, but most of the time her answers are polite, and not interested. Katniss keeps a close eye on those boys and looms into their conversations to intimidate them. I think she might be doing it to help out Prim, but the way she glares at those boys might prove she has a different motive.

After the fourth day, Katniss asks me, with a sour look on her face, if I want to see Rosalia.

"No," I say. "I'm not ready."

And I'm not. I know what I'm going to do when I see her next. I'm going to take back the ring, once and for all. Not because of Katniss. I still doubt Katniss cares for me more than she cares for Gale. I'm going to break up with her because it's what the both of us need. I don't love her enough anymore. And if she lives through this war, she deserves for someone to love her like I used to. But I'm not relishing going to her and telling her we're done, watching her heart break in front of me and her sobbing. She'll get over me, although it might take a while. And she will find someone else to love her and marry her.

As I fall asleep that night with Katniss's pallet beside mine, I wonder if I'll ever stop loving Katniss like I've stopped loving Rosalia. If I'll move on and fall in love with someone else. Or will my childhood dream always follow me, always come back to me, no matter what brainwashing it goes through?

There, on the border of day and night, I realize what Katniss thought I remembered.

"Always."

This, my whole romantic life, has been made up of two things. Roses and pearls.

Rosalia's love had been a sudden bloom in my life, fragrant and entrancing. A beautiful sight to brighten up a gloomy day. But like all flowers, hers wilted, lost its scent, and died. A brief love affair, considering the whole of my life.

But Katniss was no rose. My love for her started out small, a few speckles of sand. Irritating, a little, with my frustration of being unable to talk to her and her closed nature. But still, I rubbed at it like an oyster. And through it all, the bread, the Games, even this hellhole in Thirteen, my love had transformed into the pearl. Beautiful, rare, and lasting.

Something I'll always treasure.

[oceangirl24]

BMW FanFic Rec List: Updated 02/17/24

I felt it was time to put together a list of my favorite BMW stories. These are the hidden gems that I feel deserve more love.

All these rec can be found in my AO3 collection and is often updated first.

If you check any of these out, I'm sure the authors would love to hear your thoughts.

*NEW

In for three, hold for three, out for three by Thalia_the_tree_girl

Shawn has a panic attack in class, Mr. Turner comforts him.

George and Lila's Walk in the Park by @fandoms4lifesblog

George and Lila walk into the park to discuss their future

In between Bee True and State of Unions episodes

Valentine's Day- George and Lila by @fandoms4lifesblog

A one shot story of a first valentine's day with George and Lila

More BMW gems below the cut:

The Proposal by @fandoms4lifesblog

Missing scene of The Proposal of George and Lila

Topanga Meets The World by osced

There are just not enough Topanga-focused fics out there. This one takes a look what was going on with Topanga and her family when she wasn't with Cory.

Murphy's Fool by darkblueau- This is an incredible look at all the continuity and character inconsistencies we saw in BMW through Eric's eyes.

Very clever.

Boy Meets Family by Myfavoritefoodissoftpretzels

The boy in this story is Shawn and it takes a closer look at his life with Chet and Virna post "Fishing for Virna". The thing that makes this story so unique is that it keeps the sitcom vibe of the show while dealing with more serious issues. It's rare to see someone follow the show's formula.

Complete with Cory and Shawn antics, this WIP is worth checking out.

How Can You Blame Me? Growing Up Is Chaotic by @winterlovesong1 - I'm linking to her entire profile because there is just too much Shawn/Angela goodness to pick just one story. Her character study of Shawn is perfection. Her writing has an ethereal quality which make her stories feel like a dream.

For Those Who Would Wish In Happily Ever Afters by @justanotherpersonwhowrites - this is a WIP that is very much worth checking out. It's a fresh look at Jon and Shawn's relationship post "Cult Fiction". Shawn is spiraling after Virna's letter turns his life upside down. With nowhere left to go, he ends up back at apartment 8.

Aside from the plot itself being engaging, there is an OC introduced who is new to Shawn but not to Jon. If you like Audrey, you'll like Sarah.

They Say Ignorance Is Bliss by @justanotherpersonwhowrites

Beautiful take on Cory and Shawn's friendship from Cory's POV. Canon inconsistencies are mentioned and given a twist that makes sense. Pre-show set up for this iconic friendship.

My Own Boy Meets World Reboot by @obscureobsidiandraws - I cannot recommend this one enough and it deserves more attention than it's getting. I can't find a complaint that BMW fans have had over the years that isn't addressed and corrected. While changes have been made to character backgrounds and it's no longer the 90s the heart and humor of the show shines through.

If you like early seasons Eric, you'll definitely want to look into this. Those wanting Jonathan Turner to adopt Shawn will be happy too. Audrey is also a part of the cast, although with a bit of change to her as well. It's been a lot of fun discovering this new version of her.

The series is written in script format, but I encourage you not to skip past it because of that. These scripts are detailed and make me feel like I'm watching the show as I read.

For an idea of what the series will be like, learn about it here and here.

Let's Get All the Mirrors at the Bottom of the Well by Veillee- set before the show begins, this one shot takes a look at Shawn's life with Stacy and Eddie.

A Test of Time by The Rising Phoenix- Shawn is struggling with losing Angela so his best friends step in with a distraction that takes him on a journey through NYC.

I love this one for the concept.

Although unfinished on AO3 it is complete on FFN.

[the-broken-truth]

Broken-Style Remix: Platonic Yandere Bruce Wayne + Bat-Family & Dakota Blake (Part 4)

SUBTITLE: BRUCE & MARISSA

Summary: Marissa Blake is at home working on a new project for her company when a knock on her door distracts her. She opens it to find a rather angry-looking Bruce Wayne. What will this conversation yield?

[The Blake Residence - Marissa's Office - Around 4:30 P.M.]

Swift fingers danced along the keyboard of the desktop as brown eyes watched the code appear on the monitor, a smile on the face of the woman who was making the code before she yawned and stretched before finishing the line of code and saving the work to a flash drive in the same of a corgi - it was a gift from Dakota when she was 6 years old and Marissa treasured it from the first day she got it. The Blake Woman stood from her chair and left the office, going into the kitchen just as the coffee maker buzzed to signal that a new pot of coffee was ready - just what the coder and artist-illustrator needed to get her brain fueled.

Marissa walked into the kitchen with her coffee mug in her hand before grabbing the coffee pot with her other hand and pouring the rich bean juice into her cup when the doorbell rang throughout the house. Marissa raised an eyebrow - all of her family members had a key and never used the doorbell & she didn't order food or a package, so who could that be? Placing the cup and pot down, the woman walked out of the kitchen, through the living room, and to the front door before opening it and her eyes widened at the sight of the person on the other side of the door.

"Bruce?" Marissa asked the man who glared at her with his blue eyes - eyes that were as blue as her daughter's, Marissa knew she was in for a ride for having a Wayne's Kid but she never had trouble with Dakota as a kid...the problem would come with her father. "What are you doing here, Bruce?" She asked him.

Bruce opened his mouth to speak but the sound of phone cameras clicking, people whispering, and videos being taken made Bruce walk into the apartment, much to Marissa's displeasure but she closed the door nonetheless and folded her arms as she glared at the back of Bruce Wayne as he looked around the apartment.

"This is where m daughter has been living for the past 16 years?" Bruce asked as he turned to face the woman who birthed Dakota, "With your pay as a Game Designer and Coder, you could have bought a more suitable place for a Wayne Heir, don't you think, Marissa?"

"Dakota didn't know she was a Wayne Heir until you came into her life and turned it upside down. Or, at least try to. She's still the same girl that I raised, completely selfless and uncaring of her Paternal Lineage." Marissa said as she walked over to the sofa and took a seat before offering Bruce the chair that Dakota loved sitting in. "Now, why are you here, Bruce?"

"I'll get straight to the point: I want you to transfer Dakota's Custody to me." Bruce said as he reached into his suitcase and pulled out some paperwork, "Sign these."

"You're out of your damn mind if you think I am going to give you my daughter Bruce. I raised that girl with blood, sweat, and tears; you think I'm just going to hand her to you just because you're Bruce Wayne? Hell no. Besides, you have a son - Damian, right? Just make him the Wayne Heir." Marissa threw her hand up at Bruce who glared at her.

"That's the thing - Dakota is my eldest daughter - my only daughter - and I want her to have the life that has been denied to her for all these years. You kept her from me but I want her back now. Sign the papers, Marissa, and I'll give you as much money as you want." Bruce said but Marissa looked pissed off at him.

"Money? You think I want Money?! I want nothing from you, Wayne! I have my daughter and there is nothing I will do to give her to you. Get the hell out of my house before I call the police on you for trespassing." Marissa rose to her feet and Bruce followed her and reached a hand out to grab her arm, but, suddenly, the window broke and something came flying through the air, sliced the back of Bruce's hand - making him pull his hand back, and looked at the object stuck into the ground: A simple arrow.

Bruce looked out of the window and saw a figure standing on the roof with a bow and arrow aimed at him but he couldn't see their face - they were wearing some kind of mask and all-black attire.

"The Hunters are here, Bruce." Marissa said.

"Hunters?" Bruce asked as he held his bleeding hand.

"A Vigilante Group - Something like the Bat Family but more stealthy. I'm under their protection and if you don't leave now, they are going to put an arrow in your head. Now, leave." Marissa said as she pointed at the door, causing Bruce to look at the arrow before walking out of the door with his suitcase in his uninjured hand. He looked at the roof and the Hunter was gone. Where did they go? Why was Marissa under the Protection of the Hunters? Just who were the Hunters?

[gwynbleiddyn]

i took a train home today, at sunset, from caerdydd to abertawe, watching the fields and the houses pass by - it’s a path i know so well that every garden with a flag i remember is like a little mark on the countdown to my station - and there was something so revealing about the golden hour that just illuminated this heavy sense of nostalgia in me. and i want you to listen for a moment because when a cymro speaks of nostalgia like this, the meaning of hiraeth is crystal clear.

i carry so much grief for the pieces of my past that i can't endlessly carry with me through my life. i found myself looking at all these houses and their back gardens with scattered children’s toys and higgedlypiggedly furniture, assembled to accommodate unexpected visitors on a sunny afternoon. with each house that passed, the same sort of thoughts kept going through my mind: "that's somewhere that was shared with friends that aren't here anymore, or with dogs that don't run in the garden like they used to, or with birds that have long since nested elsewhere.” i watched the m4 unwind over aberkenfig, the point at which the m4 becomes a three lane motorway and, in the eyes of a young child on a school trip to the forests of margam, that marked the furthest point from home he could remember. i passed a school and its empty playground, and the smell of my year 4 classroom completely filled my mind.

all of that is hiraeth. unreachable, a lost time, a lost place. but the uniqueness of hiraeth is that the memory that provokes it is intrinsic to cymru - it’s in these sunlit fields and mountains and the sea on the homeward horizon that i recognize my grief.

in fact, calling it nostalgia almost feels too weak. it actually feels like a kind of heartbreak to me, but not in the usual sense of a heartbreak that is earth-shattering, where the world stops and breathes in deep before it turns upside down and inside out and leaves your stomach hollow like you've been left on the top of a rollercoaster, but more like this slow erosion, this slow and hungry tide that eats away at the cliffs year by year, unnoticed by you until you stop one day some ten years later and look back at the land of your life that has been swallowed by this inevitable sea. you can’t reclaim it, you didn’t even know you were losing it in the first place. 

[kanthonyficrecs]

Masterlist: Historical/Fantasy AU

updated 4/29/24

All the Magic We Made by iwishyouwouldstop Rating: E Status: WIP Summary: Kate and Anthony grow up together, learn to harness their magic together and are certain nothing can tear them apart. Until something does. Now they are strangers who occasionally publicly humiliate each other in between finding means to survive in a world that is increasingly hostile to their kind. Then Anthony commits the ultimate betrayal and Kate's retribution results in a life-threatening curse that forces them to work together.

Blood and Chrome by juniper5x5 Rating: M Status: WIP Summary: Anthony and Kate are hotshot pilots on the Battlestar Galactica, trying to save humanity from total extinction. One of them is a Cylon. (or, the Battlestar Galactica AU that only one person wanted)

dancing bears, painted wings by booksandrings Rating: T Status: WIP Summary: an anastasia inspired kathony au: in which kate has been missing for well over a decade and her family is desperate to have her back.

Dragonslaying by PenguinofProse Rating: T Status: Complete Summary: Kate is the village dragonslayer, and she's doing just fine on her own. She certainly doesn't need the help of a foolish knight.

every time a bell rings by starkswinterfelling Rating: M Status: WIP Summary: Christmas Eve, 1945. Anthony Bridgerton, after a lifetime of unfulfilled dreams, disappointment and sacrifice, reaches the end of his tether. A timely meeting with a strange, mysterious woman puts into perspective the vast reach love can have, and shows him that he really has had a wonderful life. An It's a Wonderful Life (1946) AU.

Give Me Your Eyes, I Need Sunshine by Hauntess, theshadowpuppet Rating: M Status: Complete Summary: Kathani never fit in with her sisters. She could never bring herself to lure human men only to kill them. Not after she was caught in a net when she was only a child and a kind human boy named Anthony saved her. Years later, when his ship is sinking from a storm and her sisters pick off the crew one by one, she risks everything to save him. The connection they formed years before never faded and under the full moon, they bound themselves together forever so she can live as a human with him. Their happiness is short-lived when her siren powers are no longer under her control as a human and Kate fears she ruined the life of the man she loves.

I've Just Gotta Get A Message To You by Searching4paradiso Rating: E Status: WIP Summary: Anthony Bridgerton meets Kate Sharma while preparing to ship out for Vietnam. They have a magical summer together that ends when he leaves her a letter, but Anthony doesn't know all of what remains in the aftermath.

Impossible Hazel Eyes by Mx Kate B Rating: M Status: Complete Summary: The war isn’t going well. Kate’s a guard. Anthony’s her prisoner. He’s a pacifist and done with killing. She’s mostly just bored and wants to read her book. What could possibly go wrong?

Lost, Drifting by Stars_of_Kyber Rating: G Status: WIP Summary: The Bridgertons were told war had taken Anthony from them forever. Miles and miles away, a man was found almost dead at the Sharma family property with no recollection of who he was. When Colin comes face-to-face with someone that could only be a ghost from his past, Anthony Sharma knows his quiet country life is about to be turned upside down. But will the family he has no memory of even recognize who he is now?

lover, please stay by wafflesandkruge Rating: T Status: Complete Summary: Daphne gestures exasperatedly at him. “You taught me yourself, brother. I am not mistaken. Love is when your eyes meet and your heart begins to beat faster–” “My heart,” Anthony snarls, “beats faster because she is aggravating!” aka the very self-indulgent and niche bridgerton grishaverse au

Mea Vita, Mea Lux by RosesAtDawn Rating: M Status: Complete Summary: An Ancient Rome AU of a lost childhood love fought for once more on the bloody stage of the Colosseum

Miss Sharma's Murder Mysteries by thequeenofgondor Rating: NR Status: Complete Summary: 1920s. London. A maid has gone missing from Bridgerton House. Eloise has called upon her friend, detective Kate Sharma, to solve the mystery. The sleuth’s ruby-handled switchblade is no sharper than her wit. When she meets Eloise’s eldest brother, the viscount, she finds that there is no greater enigma than… love.

Mistaken Identity by PenguinofProse Rating: E Status: Complete Summary: Infamous Count Bridgerton has a plan to kidnap the Crown Princess, but it all goes horribly wrong.

Never Tickle a Sleeping Bridgerton by Aurelia_Borealis Rating: G Status: WIP Summary: A Bridgerton AU set at Hogwarts, sometime in the 20th century - starting with Anthony/Kate.

Of Noble Blood by Stars_of_Kyber Rating: T Status: WIP Summary: Sir Anthony Bridger’s one and only responsibility in the Royal Guard is to protect the heir apparent to the throne, Princess Kathani Sharma. When an attack on the Palace threatens the life of the Royal Family and King Arjun is murdered in his own bed, Anthony will do whatever it takes to keep the princess safe. Even if it means returning to a place he’s been trying to avoid for the past 9 years of his life. Even if he might lose his life doing so.

Of Wolves and Women by anonymous Rating: T Status: Complete Summary: Anthony Bridgerton is a werewolf. Yes, it's confusing for him too.

pacific bridge by nighimpossible Rating: E Status: Complete Summary: “I think Anthony Bridgerton refusing to Drift with me is perhaps the first bit of sense he’s ever had,” Kate says stiffly, turning her back on the sergeant and filing out of the command center with one feeling coursing through her body: pure, unadulterated hate. (The Pacific Rim AU nobody asked for).

Redemption Is For The Lost by kateandanthonyaremyparents Rating: M Status: WIP Summary: As a former winner Anthony tries to protect his family from the cruelties of the Capitol. Kate, knowing damn well how his family saved hers after the death of her father, is determined to help him.

someone to watch me die by wmthackeray Rating: M Status: Complete Summary: kate and anthony at the end of the world. a modern!apocalypse coworkers-to-lovers au.

The Head Boy Who Charmed Me by doodlingaway Rating: M Status: Complete Summary: Kate’s final year at Hogwarts looks promising. She loves her spot on the house Quidditch team, she’s setting herself up for a career in wizarding advocacy, and she’s excited to discover that she’s been made the Head Girl. The only catch? The Head Boy is none other than her long-time nemesis, Anthony Bridgerton.

the light by which my spirit's born by ladykathani Rating: M Status: WIP Summary: Kate Sharma has lived her whole life isolated from the world. Stuck in her tower for as long as she can remember, she has long given up hope that she will ever be able to touch the grass, swim in lakes, or attend one of the ton’s balls she’s read so much about. But on her twentieth birthday, after unceremoniously hitting a viscount against the head with a pan, she finds that perhaps her life may turn out to be far more than she had ever imagined.

The Prophecy by Destroyedrecord Rating: E Status: WIP Summary: The old man finished his prayers, took the crown made of gold and rubies, and softly crowned the Queen. “Please kneel before your new sovereign. Queen Kathani Sharma, first of her name, Heir of the Fire and Protector of our Realm.” Everybody kneeled in respect and Edmund could feel anger color his cheeks as he noticed that both Mary and Edwina weren’t kneeling before their new queen. Maybe it was a good thing that Kate was sending him back home.

The Queen Who Loved Me by CherriesOnTheCake Rating: M Status: WIP Summary: The ‘females rule the world AU’ meets the ‘colonialism turned on it’s head AU’ OR Kate is basically Ghenghis Khan and Anthony is her not so blushing ‘bride’

The sleeping Viscount (OR the importance of being witness) by PortiaMargarita Rating: T Status: Complete Summary: The viscount Bridgerton was cursed to a hundred years of sleep, until a kiss from the Queen's diamond broke the spell. Exactly nothing is as it seems.

The Spy Who Loved Him by LoveIsStrong Rating: T Status: Complete Summary: Absolutely unserious mix of Kanthony, James Bond, Mission Impossible, Pride and Prejudice + What happened in Budapest.

The time traveler's wife by limon97 Rating: G Status: WIP Summary: After the death of his father, Anthony discovers he has the gift of being able to travel to any time in his life. The only problem is that his emotional instability and grief make him impossible to control, until he meets Kate Sharma.

till forever falls apart by Moomin_94 Rating: T Status: WIP Summary: And she could have gone her whole life without wanting to see him again, until a pilot was brought in, suspected paralysis from the waist down, with no one any the wiser as to how he survived at all. And she looked at his sleeping face, hollow and gaunt and still so handsome, and her heart stuttered. Anthony Bridgerton. The WWII AU absolutely no one wanted

To Grandfather’s House We Go by jashman19 Rating: G Status: WIP Summary: Anthony Bridgerton is trying to make it home for Christmas Day but is held up when, in the woods, he is led to a beautiful woman who is cursed to perpetual sleep.

Twisted Bonds by collectionoftulips Rating: M Status: WIP Summary: Witches are being hunted across the land, but Kate Sharma had to learn this forbidden ancient craft to help her family. She manages to keep her secret fairly well until the region gets a new nobleman who has been sent by the king to wipe out magic use in their area. Anthony Bridgerton hates witchcraft, ever since his father was killed by a witch over a decade ago. Therefore, he might not be pleased with this new task given to him by the king, but he understands the necessity. It seems, however, like fate and other forces might have other ideas, as he seems irrevocably drawn to a mysterious young woman he meets in the woods.

until i find my way to you by booksandrings Rating: M Status: Complete Summary: Reincarnation AU as we watch Anthony Bridgerton and Kate Sharma maneuver through their various lives.

War Wounds by Allatonceyouaretheone Rating: T,M Status: WIP Summary: Kate Sharma meets a handsome and charming man. But she has no interest in starting anything with him. Until she sees him dancing with an elegant petite lady.

[mxstball]

[Rising Kingdom] Half-Blessing

Hall of Origin, Ruined Kingdom, 1,600 years ago.

It's been 400 years since the grave war between Rayquaza, Groudon, and Kyogre began -- the aforementioned "Weather Wars" were brutal, claiming the lives of countless people and Pokémon. And yet, despite that, there Friede was, under the company of a Latias and Rayquaza.

“Rise, my child.” Friede nodded towards the young dragon.

A young Latias slowly rose from her bow. While it seemed to be only a few decades since the day that her world has been completely turned upside-down, Heidi’s determination and conviction has only grown with time.

Jormungandr, the world's Rayquaza, joined her side. “Heidi has earned her way to quickly rise through our ranks and has led us to victory in multiple ways. It is in part because of her that we have minimized civilian casualties as of late.”

“...Heidi, hm?” Friede turned the Shiny Latias. She recalled seeing her nearly a century ago, when the young dragon approached these halls in fear and apprehension. Now, it was as if she was seeing a completely different being altogether. “Heidi… who is it that gave you that name?”

“I gave myself this name, Arceus. It is to honor the legacy of a Lorkeeper who has since past.”

“Honoring a legacy….” Friede took some time to consider the response. Perhaps this was not the only legacy that the dragon wished to uphold. “I have blessed you once already, Heidi. From the first time you stepped foot in this domain and when I had heard of your mother’s passing, I granted you the blessing that you may carry on and find the willpower to help those around you. It appears that my blessing has not gone unanswered.” 

Heidi nodded.

“But… for what purpose do you come here for the second blessing? A second blessing is not something that I give lightly. It is only reserved for those that I have a special interest in and those that I am invested in their growth.”

Heidi shook her head. “I… didn’t come for a second blessing. That was just an excuse to see you again.”

“Huh? Really? Then, what are you here for?”

Heidi walked over to Friede and took something out of her satchel. She placed the item in Friede’s hands: a blue glowing orb with a strange power.

“A Soul Dew.” Friede looked down and continued to look at it.

Heidi took a step back. “She was one of the kindest creatures that I’ve ever known when she was alive. She told me all sorts of stories about the wonderful friends and role models she’s met… promised me that she’ll take me to see all of you someday. That… didn’t come to pass quite how she wanted but…”

“...” Friede looked back at Heidi. “But why give it to me? Surely, you would wish to keep it.”

Heidi shook her head. “I… considered it, but…” Heidi looked at her own hands. “I… I don’t know why, but channeling into it causes me nothing but pain… I feel weak and sick and--” Heidi abruptly stopped as she shook her head. “Mama… she… needs to go to someone that she loves and that will keep her safe. I… can’t do that for her.”

Friede turned her direction to Jormungandr. “...”

Jormungandr shook his head. “She was far fonder of you in life, after all.”

Friede turned back to Heidi before nodding. “Very well. I promise that I will keep her in a safe place.”

“Thank you, All-Mother.” Heidi bowed. She turned and walked away.

[xxblossomx]

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*＊✿❀ Status ❀✿＊* 

My dms are always open! Not that much busy, since I do not work; just depends on other issues or etc. I tend to answer my dms as best as I can.

*＊✿❀ 18+ content ❀✿＊* 

All my plots are over 18+, meaning that I will not roleplay with minors! This is due to the themes of my plots etc. 

*＊✿❀ Pairings & Rp partners ❀✿＊* 

I mostly do the pairing of BxG. Nothing more, but much respect for those that do the others!  

I do, however; prefer to rp with females due to myself being taken in irl. The request is from my partner, and I respect his wishes. Any man or men that dms me for 18+ rps, it is immediately turned down!  

◦•●◉✿ Plots ✿◉●•◦ 

All plots are under the theme of demon x human. I do those mostly but will do vampire v human as well. Including those that are listed through the plots as well. 

*＊✿❀ Literacy ❀✿＊* 

Semi-lit to Lit. 

2 to 3 paras.  

Will write less if I cannot think of any more to add but will continue with above.  

*＊✿❀ Genres ❀✿＊* 

Romance.  

Adult/Dark Themes 

Fantasy.  

Supernatural. 

Medieval.  

Historical Fiction.  

Drama.  

Gore. 

Angst  

◦•●◉✿ Things I Do not rp ✿◉●•◦ 

✘ Incest 

✘ Pedophilia 

✘ Rape 

✘ Abuse 

✘ Any fetishes 

◦•●◉✿ Other notes for you ✿◉●•◦ 

The past year has not been on the good side, which is why I limited myself to this app. The app is not the reason I had a personal tragedy go down. Here are days that I would like to keep myself as personal days, other than the times I disappear and return.  

February 11th is the anniversary of the passing of my dad, so I would like to have that day completely to myself and I hope you understand.  

April 12th is my dad’s birthday, I will be with my brother or something. Depends on how I am feeling. Will occasionally pop in to look around and all.  

Other days like my birthday, my brother’s birthday, my partner’s birthday will be an occasional appearance, including holidays etc.  

I'm taking two medications, one is for my sleep and have to take before bedtime. So, I no longer can stay up an longer the pass 11pm or 12pm. I still play games, just mostly ffxiv and acnh right now. If I don't reply, I can be either doing those or just listening to music or watching something on youtube, netflix, or etc.

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~Plot 1~  

(Medieval, Romance, Adult Themes, Supernatural, and Drama)  

Demon x Human 

Demons had a higher average in the world than humans because they were powerful and could use powers that no human could use themselves. Not only that, but any supernatural being could give powers to humans. None of them could be in a romantic relationship. That law was broken when this demon fell madly in love with an angel who no longer lived. What this demon did not know was that the angel he loved gave a human a task to get him to love again...  

Muse A is a demon, who is known for their powerful abilities and sword work in battlefield combat. Though, Muse A is a demon of war; it was unexpected that love would be placed on their table. The demon fell in love with the angel of light, a love that bonded them by fate forever. But that forever would not last as the angel was killed in the demons' own arms, forcing them to make a promise of not loving again and blaming themselves for the death. The demon never realized that she would spiritually leave and find another who could help him.  

Muse B is a human, who was gifted by the angel of light. Their life became upside down afterwards, making themselves known to be a saint. They did not expect it to become a task for more than being the light for everyone. Muse B was clueless and unknowingly where Muse A was nor whom they were. Muse B would occasionally be offered to others but turned them down in respect to the angel of light. That was then fate soon brought both the human and demon together.  

The fate made them cross paths with each other, making them feel each other’s strong auras. Muse A recognized Muse B’s immediately as it was the same as the angel he lost, but they were in denial that it would be possible due to a human having it. Muse A would continue onwards like nothing happened, but Muse B chased after them and forced them to stop as Muse B mentioned the angel.  

[CI]Will the demon be able to open to the human, who could make them love again or will Muse A keep to his promises? 

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~Plot 2~  

(Modern, Supernatural, Romance, and adult themes.)  

Cursed Love 

In a small countryside township, that rested outside of Boston. Lived Muse A and their unique family, that it has nothing, but chaos surround them. This family was known to be nothing but dangerous beings, considering the history they made. But one thing stood out about them... They were demons. Cursed demons to be more specific.  

Muse A’s arrival shakes the core of the townships people, knowing that they were related to the family, they so despise. The family past was led with a curse. They were cursed to be being endless decay and chaos to anywhere and anyone that they came to touch or see.  

Upon the content anger and harassment from morals, from being called devil worshippers or having them fear being around. One single moral would cross the line. 

Muse B noticed Muse A around town. Noticing how everywhere they went; others would leave or stare with hate like they were the devil themselves. Muse B was very anxious about whether to approach them or not, even if others would notice. And that was a dare they would live with.  

Can a moral, drawn to an immortal; lifted the long-settled curse?  

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~Plot 3~  

(Medieval, Romance, Adult Themes, drama, and Gore)  

Dark Prince of Aetos x Light Princess of Thera 

Peace would have been the first to be played but that is not what turned out. There is a difference between light and darkness, they both choose to fight each other over whom can be in control or not. It was never once balanced, or could it have been?  

Now the future was anew, yet will it be laced with the past repeatedly? That be decided by those that either choose to change it or keep it on repeat as the same. There lived two kingdoms on the continent of Aasand, known for their powerful armies and political views.  

Draconia rests in the North, near the coldness of the snowy mountains. The earth below it tends to be harsh towards the kingdom. But gains hot summers and harsh winters, those in between are just merely lucky to make it balanced weather. Agriculture is harsh, yet they can make it work. The royal family that owns the lands are merely ruthless and it matches their kingdom alone. Draconia is known for their bloody wars and high taxes on their own people. Even if it is cold, those in Draconia can use magic close to both fire and ice. Most are known for their sword skills.  

Celestia rests in the South, where the weather is balanced. The walls that surround it, to safely keep it safe from attacks. Though, harsh winters or summers will occasionally appear. The lands are well fertilized and rich, making it well to plant anything agricultural. Flowery fields laced the outskirts of the occasional towns or cities of Celestia. The royal family are well known and loved by the people, due to the wellness of their own lands or people. Celestia is known for their knowledge on magical abilities, making education a need.  

Both kingdoms oppose each other in either fear or pure hatred, making it difficult whether they will go to war. Though, those rumors are poorly checked. Celestia raising concerns is that Dracionia could attack them and to take control. But for Dracionia, that may seem like a plan they would pull onto...  

The new heir of Celestia would seem to speak about peace between the two, making their own council dread if they were fit to be in place. But upon the spring festival ball, Celestia's heir made a shocking statement of inviting the heir of Draconia. Even if they all disagreed at first, they soon agreed after throwing in the possibility of peace talks.  

When the spring festival was around the corner and guests were showing up, including the Draconia heir. Things became more than expected and it was not looking too good. The heir of Draconia questioned the Celestia heir and the council on their lack of weapons or how weak they handle anything from crimes to wars. Draconians were known for their dark and aggressiveness towards anyone, which they brought with them to Celestia. But things take a turn...  

The heir of Draconia soon found out why peace was in the talks, learning the Celestia heir and a long due illness since birth. Though, the matter of question is willing the Draconian use it as a weapon, or will they change their plans? 

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[CI]~Plot 4~  

Prince of Argos x Princess of Athens  

(Romance, Drama, Historical fiction, and ancient times.)  

Ancient Greece, Known for the beauty of their buildings and their people. But their mostly known for how they long love the gods and goddesses that stood up on Mount Olympus. But this story is about the humans on the Earth that gods look over.  

An arranged marriage was set between the prince of Argos and the princess of Athens, it was agreed upon by the princess and the king of Argos.  

It is very unlikely for a princess to make decisions like that, but her mother died after her birth and her father died due to war; she had to make the decision. Upon which, both do not know what each other look like, she did fear that the prince was older than herself. She was eighteen and that she would have gotten married around sixteen, but she slightly waited it out. But as it turns out, the princess had a big secret…  

The princess was born with an illness that makes her body weak at times. The illness includes dizziness and weakness in the legs. She would pass out when an attack would come. The bad side of this is that she could get sick so easily or maybe even die due to it. Her mother died because of the same illness and fears that she would face the same fate. When the decision was made, the princess made it clear that she did not want them to know, including the prince himself.  

The prince however was not for the decision, considering that he was not up for marriage, or it being arranged by others. The prince thought that the princess and her kingdom were out for their protection since Argos is known for their strongest armies. But too much of his shock, it was not for that. The princess needed to be married or her place would be replaced with another man. So, the prince made the choice or a decision that if he married her, he would do it on his own terms and meet her first. Both his parents and the princess agreed. 

Too much of this, the prince headed for Athens and the kingdoms princess; where a shock of surprise he will face when seeing a young and beautiful princess then what he thought… with a secret that could make them not married or will they?  

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~Plot 5~  

Arranged Marriage 

Fate was not on either side as it continuously ends up with war or death, even if one side was powerful then the other. There was nothing but blood bath after blood bath, that took both kingdom’s kings and queens to the grave; leaving their children behind to pick up the shattered pieces.  

The world was in chaos as kingdoms to kingdoms raged for each other lands, killing anyone including royals if they must. Muse A was one of them. Though, they only raged on to kill and not to take lands. When their own kingdom became a target, including the neighboring kingdom; Muse A had to produce a plan to stop it. Muse A was a powerful demon prince, who had an army that could defeat other armies. To save both theirs and the other kingdom, they had to turn to a way where both grew powerful.  

Arranged marriage, where two royals married without knowing the other very well and tends to be a fast wedding. Muse B was a princess that was uncertain on the matter, though they really needed Muse A’s support as they too faced the end. Muse B heard of Muse A’s cruel nature and their killings, making Muse B fear that they could be killed too. Though, they did not have a choice and Muse B agrees to the marriage.  

On the day of the marriage to be sealed, both Muse A and B would finally meet for the first time. What happens next is on themselves.  

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~Plot 6~ 

Hunter x Demon 

When the supernatural came, hunters followed behind. It was like a wild animal hunting for their victim in the wild. From vampire hunters to which hunters, every living thing had someone to send for them, to murder them.  

Demon hunters were known to use crosses to holy water on demons, to remove them or send them to hell again. It just depends on if that demon is of lower or higher power.  

Muse A is a well-known demon, who gets away from every single hunter that was sent his/her way. That is why they are the most wanted demon in the world, but they would disappear when trying to. But what the hunter does not know is that same demon was hunting their own and for a good reason.  

[CI]The most wanted demon was hunting his own grandfather, who murdered his parents. It was a personal battle they needed to overcome without any setbacks or others getting in their way. 

Muse B is a hunter, they were born into the family own business that hunted down any supernatural beings that came their way. Muse B soon got the cast of Muse A, the demon that was on a killing spree. Muse B was given that the demon was killing humans instead of demons. The feed of false information soon made Muse B go on the run, looking for them.  

When Muse B soon got close to Muse A, things turn to the worst as Muse B came face to face with the demon that Muse A was hunting. Muse A had a choice to leave them or chase down the demon... They chose to save the hunter.  

Now it is up to Muse A to make sure Muse B does not get murdered on their watch. Though, Muse B is stubborn.  

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~Plot 7~ 

Mafia/Yakuza Plot 

The life of crime! Nothing good could come of it as everyone that choices to lead it will end up in the ground. Others around it would be pulled into, even if they did not want to be a part of it. Crime can choose whom it wishes to ruin.  

Muse A is a well-known mafia/Yakuza boss around the city, keeping themselves as the most hated or wanted to be there. Muse A life was tragic as both parents were murdered in front of them by a rival group. Their wish is to take revenge and set out to become the enemy to anyone that wished for their death. Muse A shows no emotions nor mercy to anyone that gets in their way.  

One night, Muse and his gang ended up in a fight with another mafia in the low suburb area. It ended up badly as every man was either killed or wounded. Muse A was gravely wounded, making him force to run off. They were chased by two enemies, but Muse A soon lost them as they entered a darkened home to hide away. Muse A sat in the back of the living room, waiting patiently with the door slightly opened.  

After many hours had passed, Muse A soon heard the door open to the home making them point a gun upwards towards whom had entered, thinking it was one of the men. When the lights were turned on, nothing could prepare them as they saw Muse standing before them.  

Muse A was in a slight unexpected situation, that they must act fast before dragging Muse B into a mess up lifestyle.  

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~Plot 8~ 

Vampire x Human 

There is nothing scarier than hearing about creatures that suck you dye to death. Even if you try to hunt them down and kill them with a stake to the heart, it will be a battle before they fall. However, humans ran them out and made them live a life in hiding. Though, one reminds near human society.  

In the outskirts of a town, lays an old but not run down castle. Its stone walls surrounding it are filled with nature as it retakes the land that it has taken. The castle is isolated as the gates had never opened in centuries; a river runs underneath making it hard for others to even enter if they are so pleased. Muse A lives there, keeping themselves locked inside and away from humans. Though, they are of the vampire bloodline. They must have blood to live.  

When alone travelers were going missing in the surrounding areas, the humans were clueless of what could be taking them. That was until Muse A made a mistake when a body appeared before them. The humans noticed the marking left on their neck, which soon caused them to turn to the castle that stood in the distance.  

What both sides did not know that one of their own was seeking out the castle on their own. Due to the castles' age and construction, they wanted to go deeper into it. Muse B took that chance, not believing that a vampire would hide away in it and saw it to scare others into fearing something. Muse B headed towards the castle, not knowing their life would end or not. Even if the castle was difficult to get into, Muse B found a way in through an underway.  

Muse A smelt Muse B’s blood as they got closer to the main levels of the castle. Muse A finds whom it was, but once a vampire gets ahold of that human. Will death be their end or will both choices to protect one another? 

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~Plot 9~ 

Childhood friends to Lovers 

(Romance, Medieval, and drama) 

Growing up in the Royal household was comfortable, though sometimes dangerous. It would be difficult to find someone that will be close to you. That was due to the harsh reality of the court, the dramatic rumors about the political race.  

Both Muse A and Muse B were brought up to the court, in hopes of forming a bond of a prefect engagement. Though, both were completely opposite each other and that proved to make it difficult. Though, they were both children at the time. They spent some time together just for those in the court, especially for their own parents.  

Muse A was an eight-year-old prince, they were known as the black sheep or rebel of the court. Muse A would disappear during meetings or from the Royal court. Sometimes they would go to the training grounds to train in swordsmanship. Though, since they would do so, Muse B would follow behind them like a shadow. Muse A wasn’t fully nice to Muse B, occasionally would bully them but not too harshly. Though, it may be playful. Muse A noticed the harsh bully from others, making the prince overprotective of Muse B and would stand up to it.  

Muse B was the five-year-old princess, who wasn’t like the prince. They faced shyness and would occasionally be clumsy when at the Royal court. Though, Muse B took a liking of Muse A and would follow them or try to talk. The princess noticed muse a's bullying of them but didn’t mind it. But Muse B would be picked on by other young girls in the court and saw how Muse A became protective of them.  

They’d both spent years under the same roof, making sure that their engagement was sealed. But that would soon change. Muse B's parents were killed on their travels by enemies that were after the crown. Because it became unsafe, Muse B was then sent away to a secret county side. Muse B never saw Muse A again nor the court for fifteen years.  

During that time, Muse A becomes different after the death of their mother. They knew that Muse B wouldn’t come back after years of waiting. They started to push themselves away from the court and rather fight than be a prince waiting for a marriage. At the age of fourteen, Muse A leaves the Royal household and disappears. Unknown to their father, Muse A would become a mercenary and would get into battles with others. Muse A didn’t come back until they were twenty-three.  

After Muse A returns, Muse B makes a return. The princess was now twenty years old, making a return to court in order to hold a marriage proposal and marry. Though, the engagement of them both was on hold. New challenges and new suitors came, making the chance of their reconnection unlikeable. Muse A was still their rebel self, trying to keep themselves from Muse B. That was due to them becoming different from before.  

Muse B noticed the change in Muse A, becoming very worried and scared of what would happen if they both no longer were close. The desire to seek Muse An out fills them and soon would lead them towards the prince.  

Will the princess be able to reconnect with the prince and will the prince lead them?  

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~Plot 10~ 

Enemies to Lovers 

In this world, you would not know who a foe or enemy was. Sometimes you got to keep those closer, to know which side they were on. Even if it cast everything you hold dear.  

Muse A is a human, who was faced with reality after their family and village were brutally murdered by demons. They became orphans just overnight. Though, after being saved later when a small army came through. Muse A wanted to kill any demons that came before them, soon training themselves to fight. Afterwards, they went on their own way and started to do deeds for others that faced the earth of demons. Though, it becomes deeply challenging…  

Muse A arrived at town, though it was a bit quiet that they soon started asking around. Upon which, they learn that a group of demons were there and were the same ones that goes around destroying villages and towns.  

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TW: Abuse mention, but isn't played out. Only seen through flashbacks or spoken. Murder is included, only that it doesn't fall through. If you are younger or triggered by these mentions, do not request this plot.

~Plot 11~

Forced Marriage of Hope

Love was never on these two plates; both hated the idea of it that they’d do anything to keep it from happening. However, they both failed.

Both Muse A and Muse B were a part of two different royal families, both were merely rivals and had history. But when it comes to marriage, it was merely the last opinion.

Muse A lived in a horrible household merely because their parents no longer lived and it was run by family relatives. Their Uncle and Aunt. Though they may seem like they’re doing it for the good and well-being of Muse A. In reality, they were abusive. After moving in, they took everything from Muse A and claimed it as their own. The money, the power, the memories, everything that belonged to Muse A was taken away. Their cousin, the abusive and spoiled brat of a daughter was given the rooms, clothes, and jewels of Muse A.

They forced Muse A to the other side of the Royal house, giving them the worst room. They would force them to do everything for them; if they see a small sense of disobedience, they’ll punish them horribly. However, things took a turn...

The cousin was given a marriage proposal from an unlikely bachelor, Muse B. However, that weren’t a good ideal to be wed to. Muse B is a demon, known for their dark personality and fearless combat skills. The one thing that placed them on the “not to marry “ list was the possibility of death of whom marries them. Rumors spread like wildfires of them, causing Muse B to not be capable of marriage. Though, it was time to take a risk and to find a wife for them immediately.

However, Muse B is far from the rumors. They may be a demon with a dark and mysterious personality or strength that over tops their opponent. Muse B has never killed a human in his lifetime and they wouldn’t ever. They may be rude and aggressively problematic towards anyone, though marriage was out of their league due to their lack of communication and the emotional connection to another.

The proposal was sent to the household, which it stated any young lady of the household could be chosen to wed them. In fear, the cousin cried out and denied the proposal to their father. Upon learning the rumors of Muse B. The uncle then suggest that Muse A be sent instead. That give the idea to them that Muse B would kill Muse A, so that they wouldn’t be at fault for it.

After calling for Muse A, they were told they’ll be wed to this murderous demon prince. Muse A was shocked, forcing them to fear that they’ll be killed. They’re words or protests against was nothing as they were immediately ordered to marry or be sent far away, to an unknown location. Muse A agreed by force.

The wedding day would be held immediately afterwards. Muse B was placed in a good enough room for the probation, making it look like they lived a good life. The uncle and they’re cousin had to act good for them. Muse B arrives to Muse B home, though they never got to met face-to-face until the wedding ceremony.

The couple would soon meet each other, standing next to one another as they were wed. Both wanted to skip most of the it, the kiss and the vows due to the lack of knowing the other. While it took place, the uncle and the cousin were smirking with a evil plan.

After the wedding, there was no party. Nothing. Muse B didn’t want to stay there any longer as the plan was to immediately leave but they had to do that the next morning. The first night for the couple, the awkwardness and the nerves they’ve felt.

It was fate that won the chance of freedom for Muse A, but will Muse B be told of why they wed immediately and the reason? The fate is in their hands.

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