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[ana-swritings]

Flying

Hello, my lovelies. Here it is. The story I have been working on for the last few weeks. Hope you like it.

This is Book 2 of the "Flying" series. So, stay tuned for the rest of the series. :)

Check it out and let me know what you think. :)

Love y'all,

Ana

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Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC

Fandom: Henry Cavill RPF

Words: 20,090

Fair Warning: Fluff; Angst; Hurt; Royalty AU; Anger; Comfort; Romance

Summary: After fourteen years, Bella is sure that her life is always going to stay the same and she isn’t eager for a change. However, after a celebration in Court, something changes and this is a change that Bella isn’t expecting. It’s something that throws her into a whole new world of danger, new friends, new and old foes, and the possibility of a new adventure. Will Bella be willing to give this change a chance? Or will she fall victim to her own fears and lose the chance to mend her broken heart?

Prologue

-“What are your thoughts on our special guest?” - Josh asks.

-“His reputation preceded him and he definitely lives up to it.” - Bella scoffs.

-“About that, I have some news.”

-“What news?” - Bella looks at him, suspiciously.

-“You have a suitor.”

-“What? Who?”

-“King Henry Cavill.”

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After fourteen years, Bella is sure that her life is always going to stay the same. With being a present mother to her daughter, Alexis, and an advisor, and confident, to Mackenzie making up for most of her days, she is happy with her life and isn’t eager for a change.

However, after the yearly celebration of the claiming of the Tidaholm Kingdom, something changes and this is a change that Bella isn’t expecting. It’s a change that throws her into a whole new world of danger, new friends, new and old foes, and the possibility of a new adventure.

Will Bella be willing to give this change a chance? Or will she fall victim to her own fears and lose the chance to mend her broken heart?

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[mellonieee]

I have a fanfic idea thats been rattling in my brain as of late. (We need more Dev and Peri focused fics.) but the issue is the fact that my plotline and idea is so broad, how would I even have it make sense.

The curses of being a writer.

[everythingisawayoflife]

i wrote a fanfiction (WOW REALLY ITS BEEN A WHILE) as i am hyperfixating (shocker, really) on batfam and DC and it takes place in the batman: the animated series universe, more specifically the new batman adventures bc i love timmy todd i dont care what the public says. okay please read, leave kudos, comment.

[dutchmancallypso]

Me planning a fic: im just gonna hint at Sanji being closeted bi who's having a hard time coming to terms with himself Me actually writing: *gives Sanji a full VIP magic mountain ride thru all the turmoils*

[ghostofdiamonds]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Freminet/Gaming (Genshin Impact) Characters: Freminet (Genshin Impact), Gaming (Genshin Impact) Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Freminet Needs a Hug (Genshin Impact), Freminet-centric (Genshin Impact), Social Anxiety, Angst with a Happy Ending, Character Study, Post-Chapter 4: Fontaine (Genshin Impact), Jealousy, they meet because gaming falls off an aquabus, because of course they do Summary:

If there's one thing Freminet has learned from his years in the House, it's that he is not a good person.

(or; in which Freminet meets Gaming, and thinks that the burning in the pit of his stomach is from jealousy.)

[skyler10fic]

WonderGirls: Ch. 1

Summary: Daisy Johnson is cast in her first big starring role as a superhero in a Wonder comic-book action film after her long-running TV show ends. She's out as bisexual in the industry and to her show's devoted fanbase, but it's hardly newsworthy in comparison to the A-list celebrity stardom of her idol-turned-new-costar, Carol Danvers. America's Sweetheart has a secret and she's under a lot of pressure to keep it that way as Wonder Studios tries to market their characters as love interests for Pride clout without infuriating the haters and bigots. Will rainbow capitalism land on their side toward real progress or will fear win out over love, both in the movie and behind the scenes?

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“Cut!” 

Daisy relaxed as the director conferred with the assistants. It was their third straight day of shooting and Daisy still hadn’t met her co-star in this superhero film, aside from a group Zoom for script read-throughs. Carol Danvers, a gorgeous blonde bombshell, was a Hollywood darling of the moment with her previous work on a historical romance, an all-female Top Gun remake, a beloved sci-fi instant cult classic, and a charming family-reunited comedy. Daisy, however, had spent the last decade in a spy TV series. She was grateful for her big break going on so long, of course, but it was time to show she had more to offer as an actress than being the IT-geek-turned-action-hero sidekick. The TV show writers had eventually given her more than teen genius comedic relief lines as she had grown into a young adult, but as sad as she was to say goodbye to the cast that had become a family, it was time to spread her wings. 

Her action scenes in the spy show had landed her a spot in the next big superhero film, WonderGirls, from the Wonder comic-book movie franchise. She was playing one of the four titular girls and Carol played another. Specifically, Carol’s character and her own were supposed to fall in love, in a groundbreaking, much-hyped will-they-won’t-they romance. Wonder had limited the script to a vague love confession and embrace so they could still distribute the movie overseas where a sapphic storyline would be frowned upon or even banned completely. 

Instead of “taking five” and drinking expensive bottled water alone on set between awkward stunts, Daisy had wanted to ask Carol how she felt about it, both the scene and the politics of it. And she wanted to strategize for their promo tour during Pride month next year, designed to turn the film into a lauded progressive summer blockbuster without losing any international revenue. 

But so far all Daisy had done was train with a personal trainer from the studio and her stunt double, attend script readings with the whole cast, and film flying scenes in a harness in front of a green screen. Her character didn’t technically have the power of flight the way Carol’s character did, but she could jump high enough that it resulted in a similar effect, so only one of them could use the harnessed set at a time. Daisy was scheduled first for everything since she was now technically otherwise unemployed with the conclusion of her TV series and Comic-Con behind her. She had her own diehard fans at the cons, but even she hadn’t been able to get close to Carol’s panel and signing table. She’d barely glimpsed her future co-star before Carol was swept off to another studio to shoot a promo for her latest family comedy, coming soon to theaters. 

Between brand deals, international film festivals, promo spots, and only the most prestigious con panels, Carol had been wrapping late reshoots and starting her press tour. Daisy, meanwhile, had come home to an empty house after a very emotional trip to San Diego full of closure and ice cream. And she didn’t know what to do next. Scripts from her agent started to come in after a few days, but the parts for moms (she was only 28!) and eye-candy love interests of male main characters depressed her, and the parts for spy/crime show tech support felt too type-casted. 

This part, a WonderGirl, seemed too good to be true. Not just a sexy side character or a quirky support role, but a film starring hero. It was somewhat familiar with the action, yet also totally different, a broader audience, and a chance to inspire queer girls everywhere. And, of course, working with Carol Danvers was a huge draw. Daisy might have had a bit of a celebrity crush on her, if it were cool for celebrities to have crushes on bigger celebrities. 

More importantly, her career was not dead—despite having to hang in the air from a wire while pretending to be unconscious from the blast of a villain’s weapon, all of which would be added in postproduction. 

At the end of the day, Daisy grabbed some pizza from craft services and headed back to her trailer to eat dinner alone and study her lines. She had one night shoot scene tonight and then she could go home. And then back to the studio again early in the morning for more.  

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Carol Danvers was exhausted. She was constantly surrounded by people telling her she was running late, needing more things from her, and trying to get her to sign pieces of paper or pose for a photo. The fans were not the exhausting part so much as just the general busyness of it all. The lights flashing and the international flights and the relentless pace of everyone’s success and futures riding on her.

It was her name on the billboards, her face on the latest issues of all the magazines, but in reality, she had a team of people financially depending on her ability to charm and impress. 

Today’s New York rain had slowed down the day considerably, plus mobs of press and fans. Her agent, publicist, assistant, and bodyguard worked together to keep everything on schedule for today’s photo shoots and publicity videos and more, but some things couldn’t be helped. 

“Shoots on WonderGirls start tomorrow,” her assistant reminded her as the small entourage ducked into a restaurant they knew would keep out the paparazzi. 

“Yeah, I have some concerns about the script,” Carol admitted. They were seated and confirmed their “usuals” would be fine. “It’s not so much what’s there as what… isn’t.” 

Her publicist sighed. “You have that look. The one where you’re about to get serious with unserious people. It’s Wonder. It’s comic book movies. Don’t overthink it.” 

Carol frowned in thought. “But they are trying to make it a breakthrough film for queer representation. That’s how they pitched it to me. So, where is it? Where’s the queer scenes or lines?” 

“I’ll talk to my people at Wonder,” her agent promised. “I’ll see what we can do to make it more explicitly stated, but I don’t know that they can push it much more between the protests of Concerned Moms for American Values and the political climate, especially in the international market right now…”  

The waiter brought out some champagne samples for them to try and approve for Carol’s official endorsement. As he passed out the glasses, he explained each brand too fast for Carol to remember any of them and disappeared back into the kitchen.

As soon as he was gone, Carol’s agent kept talking, but Carol’s attention wandered. She looked around to the people who knew her best and realized that they were all her employees. She didn’t think of them like that. She thought of them as a team, and they were each the best in the business. But at the end of the day, this was a professional business dinner, not friends venting together without real-world consequences on the table. Even drinking champagne together was about a business decision. 

So instead of unburdening her heart about what it was like to be “an open secret” and “Hollywood out” and being told now wasn’t the time to be visibly queer or that it would hurt box office sales to talk about LGBTQIA+ issues, she nodded along and ate her meal. By the time they finished, the crowd outside the restaurant had been driven away by pounding rain, and the entourage rushed to the waiting luxury SUV with dark coats held up and open like umbrellas to shield Carol and themselves from the worst of the storm. 

As they drove back to their hotel to pick up their luggage and head to the airport, Carol watched the rain against the window and wondered what it would be like to twirl an umbrella in it as long as she wanted, maybe even to kiss a real girlfriend in real rain—not a male co-star with a practical effects machine dumping water on them. 

Unfortunately, reality was not on the schedule. Tomorrow, she’d be back in LA and acting her way through the day, not just as her character but as the perfect, shiny, Hollywood star from dawn to midnight with coworkers who’d be doing exactly the same and then plotting her downfall behind her back. When she’d had her big break at 16, it hadn’t seemed so different from high school. Now at 30, boarding yet another red-eye flight, she was ready for a change.  

[ineffable-kelpie]

Rating: G

Wordcount: 2,990

Summary:

For the first time since Aziraphale's imprisonment, someone besides Crowley comes to visit him. The stranger offers him his freedom. But if he accepts, what will happen to his dear friend?

More of my Prometheus AU, now with other Prometheus-related lore!

[writingforfishes]

this is literally u rn

I'm just happy anyone showed up!

[ana-swritings]

"Falling"

Hello, my lovelies. Here it is. The story I have been working on for the last few weeks. Hope you like it.

This is Book 1 of the "Flying" series. So, stay tuned for the rest of the series. :)

Check it out and let me know what you think. :)

Love y'all,

Ana

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Pairing: Jensen Ackles x OFC

Fandom: Supernatural RPF

Words: 31,877

Fair Warning: Fluff; Angst; Hurt; Royalty AU; Anger; Comfort; Betrayal; Main Character Death; Romance

Summary: Arabella Williams is the youngest daughter of a powerful King. When a neighboring King refuses to marry her older sister, Arabella's father sends her to his Kingdom to, unknowingly, work as a spy. But what will happen when Arabella figures out her father's plans and decides to think for herself? Will she be able to stop a war from happening? Or will everything go as her father had planned? And how does the King's Military Commander fit into all of it? All Arabella knows is that she will do whatever she can to stop war from devastating both Kingdoms. But will she be able to?

Prologue

She wished she still had tears to cry, but they have been long gone. Her father was still raging, even as they lowered the casket into the ground. People approached her, all telling her how sorry they were and how missed her sister will be, but all she could think was that none of these people knew the truth. As far as they knew, it was a sudden illness. Only a handful of people knew what really had happened.

Arabella Williams, or Bella as her mother used to call her, was now the only remaining daughter of King Logan Williams, ruler of the Ethil Kingdom, outliving her older sister, Kimberly. As much as Bella loved her sister, having grown closer after their mother’s passing, she would be the first to admit that Kimberly was just as much to blame for her own death as was the sickness that took hold of her.

Bella took one last look at her sister’s casket before turning and heading back to the Castle. She could hear her father up ahead, still blaming a neighboring King for Kimberly’s death. Her sister had fallen madly in love with him, and their father did all he could to make a marriage agreement happen that would see Kimberly getting married to the King.

What neither her father nor Kimberly had been expecting was that the King would flat out refuse to marry someone he didn’t love, or even really knew, just to secure some alliance that her father was offering as an incentive to bind together the two Kingdoms.

The refusal had been enough for Kimberly to fall into a deep depression, eating the bare minimum and spending most of her time in the Castle’s gardens. Bella always knew where to find Kimberly, it didn’t matter if it was cold or raining, her sister would always be in the garden.

It didn’t take long for Kimberly to become sick and, by the time she allowed one of the Royal Healers to see her, it was too late. A few days later and Kimberly was dead, sending their father into a rage like Bella had never seen.

Even now, a few months later, her father still blames the King for Kimberly’s death, no matter what anyone tells him. As far as her father is concerned, Kimberly died of a broken heart, not of the sickness that took hold of her and didn’t let go until it was too late.

Bella remembers the last few months with a clarity that she shouldn’t have, not with everything that happened, and she knows that something isn’t right. Her father came to her, the day before, and told her that he was sending her to the King’s Court as an envoy of goodwill, to show the King that there’s no ill will between them, his demeanor even colder and more distant than usual.

However, this didn’t sit well with Bella, who knows just how much her father hates that King for what happened. Then he told her that he wanted her to find information on the King and the Lords that are closest to him, and send it back to him.

When Bella asked him why, he told her it was to help him plan an alliance that suited both Kingdoms’ needs the best, and that didn’t included a marriage to secure the alliance. Bella has to admit, it wasn’t so much what he had said, but how he had said it that made her question her father’s real intentions.

Bella climbs into the carriage that will take her to a new Court and Kingdom, wondering if maybe she can change the path that her father has decided to stay on. A path that will, undoubtedly, only end in misery.

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[fountainpenguin]

"O, my queen, to shield thee from danger's deadly call... I will sin, I will kill- I will sacrifice my all..." (x)

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Final chapter of Criminal Experience today!

Chapter 9 - “Silenced”

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Impulse, Skizz, and Mumbo stand their ground - In that order, for better or worse - and our story draws to a close.

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

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Flickers later…

They shimmer into "people form" again with a great rush in the toes. Teleportation wraps the body, strangles the neck, and snaps them to the floor. Oof. Skizz lands on his feet, but slumps against the wall. Mumbo slams belly-first to dirt. The chill of the air and stink of composters leaves no doubt as to where Skizz dropped them. Mumbo braces on his forearms and takes a ragged breath, which turns into coughs and gags.

"Oh, goodness… I might be sick."

Impulse isn't doing much better. He heaves, snuffling mostly, and shakes his head about. His tattered wings flap behind him like something fighting for a scrap of life. Did something get torn out of him in that jump from there to here?

"Impulse-"

"Eugh," Skizz mutters, and makes a disgusting slurping noise. He glitters white and gold from the spectral arrow BigB pinged him with, and his skin's coated in dark blotches that look like dark, fresh burns. His knees bend. He squelches to the ground. A yell lashes overhead. Stomping feet kick up sand in a great scuff-scuff of illager boots. Mumbo presses flat to the dirt. They're under the arena, apparently in the loo… or at least some changing room with composters lined against the wall, separated by banners. BigB is up there right now, and Impulse coughs thickly in his elbow crook. The screwed-up eyes don't hide the sparks leaking from the corners.

"We gotta… run. Not hide… Illusioners can see through blocks."

"Forget that bit- Skizz is glowing. He'll chase us anywhere unless we teleport." Me too. White glitter still dances up and down his arms.

"Yes." Impulse cringes forward, clutching his arm. Did he bang it in the fall? Did Carrie land that on him? His shirt is torn, overall straps hanging loose. Mumbo glimpses just a flash of blue down his back where the mace must have pierced before Impulse drags his attention to the panting enderman. He lurches forward. Mumbo sits too (with a wince), but whatever he's feeling… Well. Impulse has it worse. Mumbo had the shield. It blocked a few arrows, but Impulse took some heavy hits. The shield lies abandoned in the dirt, plugged with arrows. So is Skizz.

"Don't pull," Mumbo warns, staying Impulse's hand as the phantom hybrid reaches for the nearest shaft. Impulse's claw-tipped fingers shake against the air.

"Skizz, we gotta go… We gotta go. You've gotta come to or he's going to find us. He's coming this way, I'm sure."

"Indeed." Mumbo casts his eyes to the blocks above. He can hear sand scuffling. "Impulse, he's digging in. He's breaking blocks. Hang on- Is he allowed to do that?" The bathroom ceiling can't be more than one layer deep. Only those blocks of sand stall the illusioner's descent, and he sounds as though he's on his knees and throwing whole handfuls behind him. That isn't proper mining. He's not grabbing blocks. He'll make himself a little sinkhole, filling it with spilled sand as he goes.

Impulse shifts closer. He grips Skizz's turtleneck collar and rolls it downwards. Skizz's every breath comes out in huffs. Mumbo catches one glimpse of thick blue soul goop at his neck and quickly looks away. Impulse, though, stays steady as. "All right, Skizz," he's saying. "We've gotta go. I can't carry you… Our pixels will blend together. Can you teleport? Can you walk? … Mumbo, start working on a way out."

"Through the door?" It looks open; it's the direction BigB isn't coming from (for the moment). Impulse makes a rolling gesture with his hand.

"Not that way- Just take the blocks from the wall."

"But- the roleplay immersion-"

"MUMBO!"

"Yes, sorry. I'll do it." He does have the pick. Mumbo spins it in his hand and starts hacking at the blocks, throwing strength in every swing. He gets two blocks deep before he cringes up, a spiral of pain flicking up his back. "Oh, wow…"

Swinging my scythe and jumping off roof's really catches up… And BigB's still digging overhead, furiously tearing through clumps of wet sand. The storm rages on above. Ah, yes. That's where Skizz's burns came from.

Skizz smiles feebly, shaky fingers clutching his jumper to his chest. "Hey, Impy… Got you out of there, didn't I?"

"Shh, shh… We're gonna be okay. Just try not to let those wounds seal over too much… We need to get you clean."

"The soul spawners give regen," Mumbo whispers, and Impulse bows his head. Skizz's fingers find the man's cheek, tracing sand and bits of soul goop from the bristles on his chin.

"You got a sword, Impulse?"

Impulse grasps his hand, pinning the palm against his face. "I don't trust that man. He's got a quiver full of arrows, lookalike copies, and Mumbo's scythe. We don't fight anymore. We just run, Skizz… Come on. How's your legs?" And louder, "Mumbo, how's that escape route?"

"… Impulse, it's raining. Skizz won't make it."

"Then we take the wall blocks and build a new ceiling all the way back."

"Uh, with BigB right behind us, dude? And the locals will hate us if we take from their art project and don't give back."

The phantom hybrid shudders, dropping his face to his hands. Mumbo watches his bony tail drag across the dirt floor. He lowers the pick. From this angle, Impulse's injuries look like butterflies on display. Blue soul energy soaks the back of his neck, shirt, and overalls. Some of those blows look to be from Carrie and her mace, though certain gashes mark him as a man who took the local flock captain in a fight. He oozes up and down his body, and more than one arrow's still stuck in his flesh. Even with the regeneration aura pulsing through the hub, that's got to hurt. And those won't seal with the arrows in them.

… Skizz has arrows jabbed up and down his body. They pepper every chink BigB and his clones could land. And every breath's a fight. It drags at him like he's got the hiccups. He flickers between solid color and bright, bold red.

"Impulse?" The word is soft when it leaves Mumbo's lips. For a moment, the loo lapses into silence, because honestly, Mumbo thought Skizz said it. But Impulse turns his head. He's got loose pixels smeared around his eyes, unstable energy leaking down his skin. He's waiting for a question. So Mumbo licks his lips and gives him one. "You're… you're the escort. What do we do? … I'm no good without my scythe. Seriously, that's- I'm just pants without it, honestly. It had Illager's Bane and Ambush on it. Um. Don't worry about the allays, though. I left them with a friend. She'll… she'll come through."

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[resldue]

DROPS THIS HERE AND RUNS

@dipplinduo atting you bc u expressed interest skdjfhkjsdf

[ozzyfromthecafeteria]

y’know what. i feel like sharing so have a snippet from a big wip i’m working on currently. this one’s tilted static sroadtrip and i had an idea of the wyatt masons, quitter, and megan getting tossed out of the static into minneapolis and embarking on a roadtrip to seattle:

About 41 minutes out of Minneapolis, Megan turns into Monticello, trying to remember how to get to the Perkins restaurant. Everything’s eerily silent and empty, save for the radio playing Park It and the discussion about lamprey eels between Lev and Trip. Nines promptly searches for images of lamprey eels (fae got some service 20 minutes ago, so even with Minnesota appearing entirely deserted, someone must be around to be maintaining the cell towers) and Midnight shrieks.

“WHAT IS THAT?!” Di twists in her seat, eager to see what Midnight just screamed at. Jasmine flinches, startled awake from her nap.

“EWW!” Di yelps, swatting her arm and missing Nines’ phone. “Their mouths look so weird!”

“What?” Jasmine whispers, craning her head upwards. “What’s going on?”

“Be nice to them!” Trip defensively snaps. WY-8’s antennae flicks up and down, intrigued. “Their mouths are adapted to better help them latch onto their prey! Hey, quit giggling! I said stop!” Trip swipes lightly at Lev, who’s failing to suppress their laughter.

[puhpandas]

that moment where ur planning a chapter and everything starts to click in ur head as the vision gets more and more vivid is what life is about

[severeweatheralert]

Call of the Void - Masterpost

They’re out. Out of Japan, at least, but it’s hard to adjust to normal life when you know what it’s like to be dead. Niragi's one dead body shy of being a serial killer. Chishiya's facing a future like a black hole. They’re hooked on each other like skin on barbed wire, chasing a high they can’t replicate. That wouldn’t have been so bad, if the rest of the world had just known to stay out of it.

Call of the Void is the sequel to Neither of us were good people (AO3, tumblr masterpost), a post-canon Niragi/Chishiya longfic that you can read here on AO3.

Image sources under the cut.

(1), (2), (3), (4), (5), (6), (7)

[mimicteruyo]

Interally screaming "WHY DON'T YOU PLAN" as I desperately try to re-tool a fic for the third time mid-edit.

[otpcutie]

Steve’s Night Off

Summary (Stucky, E, ongoing): Steve meets Bucky in a bar.

Contains: unhappily married Steve, Steve cheats on Peggy with Bucky, older Steve/younger Bucky, Bucky in a skirt/lingerie, flirting, teasing, Daddy kink, dorks falling in love, fluff, horny boys, smut (more on AO3)

Preview below:

Steve knew he should call his wife and tell her his business trip ended a day earlier than originally planned, that he should make his way home to spend it with her.

That’s what a good husband would do.

But in that moment he didn’t care much about being a good husband, not after the grief Peggy gave him about the trip in the first place. Apparently his work schedule was an issue for her, which was almost funny considering she was the reason he worked so much in the first place.

He had actually worked less at the start of their marriage, before her expectations became clear.

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