#nick woods fanfic

[piecesofreeses]

Reese’s Pieces (Of Writing)

A couple rules and warnings for my blog: 

Everyone here deserves love and respect! I will not tolerate any unkind remarks about people’s size or weight, sexual orientation or gender identity, use of age regression, or comfort/discomfort with writing and reading sexual content.

Any post I make about age regression will be entirely safe for work, but this is your warning that the rest of my blog is not! 

If you try and spout hate in my inbox, more often than not I will just delete it and ignore you. If you want a fight, sorry! Go somewhere else! I’m not your guy.

The content I am willing to discuss and write:

I will write for the Sturniolo Triplets, the band Waterparks, the band Twenty One Pilots, and original characters. I very well may add to this later. 

I will not write any sexual content about the band Waterparks. I don’t mind interacting with it or discussing it, but I do not feel comfortable writing it myself.

I will not write any content that is ‘x female character.’ 

Okay on to the fun stuff!

I’m Reese, my pronouns are he/him, and I like to write sometimes, but mostly I just say stuff. I have a dog (a border collie dachshund mix) named Stella and I live on the East Coast of the US. I like boy bands, age regression content, trans representation, the Sturniolo triplets, Hunter X Hunter, true crime, sushi, pasta, and unfortunately men. Oh, and I'm a Nick guy all the way in case you were curious.

If you like my work, find me on AO3 @ thelittledipper because I am more active there and updates come faster

Speaking of my work… Here is my masterlist.

[porcelana-r0ta]

I'm so mentally ill all I can think of is writing a NITW crossover with Zootopia

[abbatoirablaze]

Hidden Sisters, Chapter 21

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, angst, threats, mentions of death/murder, knife violence/stabbing, manipulation.

“ALL HAIL KING LANCE AND QUEEN ANNALISE!”

The crowd that had wanted to be witness to Lance and Annalise’s wedding cheered.  Lance looked to his bride, his heart swelling as a blush rose on her cheeks.  Their kingdom had loved her, and because of how she made him a better man, they loved him. 

He reached out to her, slipping a hand around her waist.  She turned to him, bright eyed and happily in love, a rumble rising from her chest, “husband.”

Lance smiled even more, “Wife…mate…alpha…”

Her rumbles got louder and his smile turned into a full Cheshire catted grin.

“I love you, so much, Lance…”

“I love you too, Annalise.”

“I love you Lance!” she moaned.  Lance thrusted slowly into her once more, burying his cock all the way to the hilt in his wife’s dripping core.  His eyes closed softly as he felt every moment, truly immersing himself in it.

“Annalise.”

Her core fluttered around him.  She reached out, pulling his face to hers once more so she could taste his lips again.  The couple’s lips melded together, working in tandem.  Tongues fought for dominance, teasing the other. 

The moment was almost too intense for them both. 

They’d been riding their highs as they continued to build; teasing the impending orgasms, edging one another for over an hour.

Lance could feel the fluttering of his wife’s core, and he stopped his sinfully slow thrusts, stilling inside of her.  His kisses faltered, breaking away from her own lips as the warm air filled the space between them.  Her eyes fluttered open, her lashes betraying the look of faux confidence she’d been giving him earlier. 

She was a lust-wild wolf.  A whimper escaped from her lips.  The alpha was driven to the brink of her lust, and she wanted a release.  She wanted to feel him filling her, spilling his seed inside of her waiting womb. 

“Lance…please my love!” she whimpered, stroking his cheek.  He smiled, nuzzling his nose against her own.  Her lips parted and a shiver ran down her spine as she inhaled his scent.  She turned her head to the side, and Lance noticed her mating gland was swollen, “please…take me…”

Lance felt his cock twitch.  She shivered again, arching her hips up so that he slid a little bit further into her.  Her nails grew longer until they were scratching hard enough into his shoulders to leave angry red marks. 

He could see her canines protruding and he knew she was fighting off not only her orgasm, but a shift. 

“We can’t go back if you regret this…”

“I only want you, my love!” she whimpered, rolling her hips to beg her husband for what she wanted, “please, Lance…”

“I love you, Annalise!” he proclaimed as he leaned down and bit into the flesh of her neck, marking her and opening up the mating bond.

“It was horrible, Jake…I-“

“Hey-hey, it’s okay!” Jake sighed.  He held his younger sister while she sobbed against his chest, “it’s nothing you did.  It-“

“He really did that?” Ransom asked quietly, looking at Lance. 

The nymph king nodded, looking at his wife and brother-in-law, “yeah…they couldn’t break through the charms you put on the kingdom.  So it was just…there.”

“YOU PUT THE HEADS OF NYMPHS ON SPIKES AND PUT THEM IN FRONT OF THE WATER KINGDOM!”

Samantha’s jaw tensed and she glared at her brother.  Jefferson looked away from the couple, embarrassed over his orders. 

“They weren’t welcome…and they knew it.”

“THERE WERE CHILDREN, SAMANTHA!”

“AND WHAT ABOUT MY FUTURE CHILDREN, HUH?” She yelled in his face, standing up against her older brother, “WHO WILL PROTECT THEM IF THERE’S SOMEONE HIDING AMONGST MY HUSBAND’S SUBJECTS?  WE CLOSED THE GATES TO THE KINGDOM FOR A REASON.  THEY TRIED TO GET OVER THE BORDERS!”

“YOU HAD THEM MURDERED!”

“Jake…”

Jake looked to Ransom, who was holding onto his arm.  He had barely realized that he had stood and was in his sister’s face.  Her nostrils flared, “listen to your husband…and back off, Jake.”

Jake continued to glare at his sister for a moment.  He was trying to read her, to read the situation, but nothing was happening.  He couldn’t figure out how she had managed to change in such a short amount of time. 

“Jake…please,” Ransom tried again, tugging on his husband’s arm.  Jake looked back to his husband who was warily eyeing Jefferson.  His attention focused on the wood nymph king.  He looked nothing like he had just a few months ago.  The joyous, but fair king looked tired and worn down.  Almost like he belonged in a madhouse, not a castle, “please sit down, mate…”

“This isn’t you…” Jake said softly, staring down Jefferson as he sat back in his chair, “I know this isn’t you.”

“You don’t know me, Jake,” she spat, pulling her brother’s attention back to herself.  Jake watched as she cradled her stomach, the bump now visible, “I’m going to be a mother soon…and this war is going to get bloody…I need to know that my future-our legacy is protected.”

“So you’re just going to go around murdering people who knock on your door, looking for help?” he asked, directing the question to Jefferson.

He swallowed nervously, and Samantha took his hand.  He looked up at her hopefully and she spoke firmly to Jake, “I will do whatever it takes, Jake…maybe you and your husband should go home to the safety of your kingdom…the woods are dangerous nowadays…haven’t you heard?”

“I’m not leaving without you, little flame.”

She stared at him, her heart racing.  She was still trying to process how Lloyd had not only managed to get into the mountain, but had ended up in the nursery.

“Y-you shouldn’t be here….”

“I don’t care!” he said quickly, rushing up to her.  She took a step back and towards the bassinets, placing herself in front of them, her first thought was that he was trying to take Nick and Jennifer’s son.  He frowned, “I-I’m not here for the hatchlings…I’m here for you, little flame!”

“Stop calling me that!”

His frown lines set a little harder as his sadness turned into confusion, “why?  Why can’t I call you that?  That’s what you are!  You’re my little flame…and I’m your storm cloud….”

“What about Suzanne, huh?”

“Suzanne’s gone!” he growled, feeling angry that he had to defend why he was coming for her, “after Lance let the nymphs do what they wanted, she decided to go be with her true mate…a woodland nymph.  And I want to be with you.”

“L-Lloyd…we don’t work…”

He closed the space between them, his hand reaching out to grab hers and place it over his chest, “you tell me this doesn’t work.  Tell me you don’t feel how hard you make my heart beat.  How fast it goes when you’re around.  Tell me that you don’t feel the same now that I’m here.”

“I-I can’t leave, Lloyd…this is my home…”

“Make a home with me…like we always talked about when we first got together,” he begged, “let me show you how much the world can offer us, little flame.  We can run and-“

“Why can’t you stay here then?” she asked quickly, cutting him off. 

“Because he’s supposed to kill Lance!”

The pair turned towards the voice, immediately breaking away from one another.

Nick was staring angrily at them. 

“King Nick.”

Nick chuckled at the woman’s obedience and loyalty to him, “you don’t need to bow…you are a loyal subject.  You are the midwife to my sons…but he is not welcome in the mountain until he brings me Lance’s head and the dagger he used to sweep it from his body.”

“I’m not going to do that, Nick…”

Nick smiled, “did you forget our little conversation, Hansen?”

“Little flame…I-I need you to trust me!  We need to leave…now.”

“I-I’ve never left the mountain to live somewhere else, Lloyd…everything I have is here.  Ev-“

“We can have a new life!” he said quickly, trying to convince her, “please!”

“She’s not going anywhere with you, Lloyd…”

“Yes she is.  She-“

But Lloyd’s words died in his throat when Nick pulled her towards his chest and produced a dagger which he held at her throat, “it’s very unwise to show up back here without what you promised me.  Very unwise, Lloyd…”

“Please,” Lloyd begged, his eyes already going teary at the thought of losing her, “Nick…you don’t have to do this.  Lance doesn’t want your son.  He doesn’t want a war to happen.  It’s already bad enough with Jefferson trying to attack the water kingdom, bu-“

“The war is here, Lloyd…and we all have parts to play,” he warned “you need to play your part to get your happy ending.”

“My king…” she whimpered, suddenly putting everything together in her head, “please…I do not wish to go with him…I-“

“Shut up!” he growled, pressing the knife a little against more against her throat.  Lloyd wanted to take a step towards her, but he knew if he did, Nick might slit it, “do you still have the dagger?”

“Yes!” Lloyd answered.  He pulled the dagger from his clothes and held it out.  Nick eyed the bed, and Lloyd tossed it gently onto the bed, “I-I want no part in this…just let-“

“If you won’t do it…then I will!” Nick proclaimed.  He drew his hand away with such speed that no one knew what was happening.  Lloyd stood stock still staring at the love of his life.  Her lips parted and Lloyd took a step forward. 

A thin sliver of red dripped from her throat.  She looked at Lloyd and dropped to her knees.  Blood began to pool out of the wound, and that’s when reality struck him in the face. 

He rushed her, dropping to his knees, “no.  NO!  Little flame!”

The blood stained her clothes, covered his hands as he tried to put enough pressure over her throat to stop the bleeding, but it was to no avail. 

Lloyd screamed as his love began to die in his arms.  Nick stood in his corner of the room, watching it unfold.

The door creaked open and Jennifer took in the sight of Nick with a bloodied knife, and her midwife bleeding out on the floor of the bedroom; Lloyd crying, begging for some miracle to happen so that she didn’t die. 

But her tanned skin was already paling.  Her lips already going blue as the light inside of her eyes went out.  Jennifer felt a sense of dread coming over her as she looked at her husband, “Nick…what have you done?”

Tag List:  @lohnes16, @dontbescaredtosingalong, @teambarnes72

[vivwritescrappythings]

Yours

joel miller x fem!reader

Finally finishing the request for a Joel Miller fic inspired by "Jealous" by Nick Jonas for @prettyinpunk85 (I hope you like it)

You get new neighbors in Jackson, Joel doesn't like how much attention they pay to you so he decides to teach them a lesson.

tw: afab and fem reader, p in v sex, alludes to curvy reader, age gap (twenty years), exhibitionism, some dubcon, dirty talk, no use of y/n, unsafe sex (do as i say not as fanfic writes), oral (f receiving), fingering, finger sucking, jealous joel, written from joel's perspective (may be bad)

Word Count: 4.8k

MDNI

masterlist

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Joel didn’t know what to do with himself when you’d happily announced that you had new neighbors. The house next to his in Jackson had been empty for some time, it was yours until you decided to move in with him and Ellie. He was hoping the neighbors would be a family, or maybe some older survivors. Really, someone you could be friends with, he knew you were way too extroverted for just his company.

But instead the new neighbors were his nightmare: two guys–in their twenties.

You were young for Joel, he knew that. Part of him had always attributed your interest in him to the fact that choices were limited in the zombie apocalypse. He hadn’t even known how to flirt with you, awkwardly leaving tattered books he had found during supply runs on your front porch, sometimes accompanied by wilted wildflowers. One day he had left you a bookshelf he’d built, endless hours spent in his studio sanding the wood to perfection and carving flowers into the border. You had to ask him to come over to help you move it inside.

That was over two years ago, and he still had no clue why a pretty thing like you had decided to even talk to him, let alone be with him. To be honest, no one else in Jackson understood it, either. You worked at the small bakery on Main Street and wanted to convert one of the buildings into a library. You liked to sew pretty dresses and planted superficial flowers outside of the house in the summertime. 

Joel was nothing of the sort, keeping everyone at an arm’s length aside from Tommy and Ellie. He stayed on the fringes of community events, always present but never participating. Ellie was loud enough for the both of them, boisterous and friendly and everything he wasn’t. He was happy to watch her thrive.

So the first time she asked him to go to the bakery so she could hang out with a friend, he reluctantly agreed. He’d introduced himself to you like a complete idiot, blushing when you laughed and informed him that you were neighbors. Joel had become enamored with you from the second he saw your smile, the way your eyes crinkled at the edges and your cheeks lifted. He could’ve died a happy man right there at the counter. 

From then on, he claimed that bakery visits were firmly his responsibility.

He sucked up every piece of information you gave him, starting with your favorite items at the shop and spiraling until he knew that you loved wildflowers and what books you liked to read. Joel was greedy, he wanted to know everything about you–he wanted to be the only person that knew everything about you. 

That was when he started leaving you gifts at your door, and the rest was history.

So when you swatted his hand away from the cooling cookies on the rack in the kitchen, his brown eyes regarded you with betrayal. “They’re for the neighbors,” you informed him, untying your cute, frilly little apron and hanging it on the hook he’d installed.

The neighbors.

They had already become adversaries in a war that only he knew existed. Joel sighed, heavy boots plodding against the floor until he could wrap his arms around your waist and pull your back to his chest. “Now why are you giving the neighbors my cookies?” he asked, nuzzling the tip of his nose against your temple. 

“To be friendly, Joel,” you said with a giggle, turning in his arms to look up at him. His big, scarred hands were on the small of your back, fingertips rubbing gentle circles through your shirt. He swore his heart stopped every time you looked up at him, your thick eyelashes fluttering as your lips quirked into a smile. “Something that you are unfamiliar with.”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “M’friendly,” he protested, pecking you on the lips as though it would prove his point.

“Oh yeah?” you asked, leaning up and kissing the corner of his lip once before squirming out of his grip. You retrieved one of the few plates that didn’t have a chip missing from the cabinet, transferring the cookies onto it with care. “It took you how many months to talk to me?”

Even if the question wasn’t rhetorical, he decided to treat it that way. He moved closer to you, a possessive hand curling around your waist and lips meeting your shoulder. “To prove you wrong, I’ll come with you to introduce ourselves to the neighbors.” He wanted to keep an eye on them, let them know that his pretty girlfriend was in fact taken before they got any wrong ideas.

Your brow furrowed, immediately suspicious of his motives. “Who are you and what have you done with Joel Miller?” 

He smiled, trying to be sweet and smooth like he used to be when he was younger. Before everything. “Maybe I just want to be nice, wildflower. Ever thought of that?” 

Your eyes dragging across him let him know that you weren’t convinced. The two of you stared at one another, waiting to see who would cave first. Apparently it was you. “Fine, but I know you’re up to something.”

Joel’s hand was firmly planted on the small of your back as you stepped out into the afternoon sun, the whole world looking like it was dipped in gold. You went up the rickety porch stairs first, Joel only a half step behind you as you adjusted the plate to one hand to knock on the door.

He was staring at the way the blue paint was starting to peel, thinking about how no self-respecting man would let his house fall into disrepair like that. No mind that they had only moved in a few days ago, they should’ve repainted the front door by now–it was people’s first impression whenever they walked up to the house.

It took a moment after you knocked for the door to swing open, two blonde idiots who looked like they were straight out of a magazine advertisement standing on the other side. Their blue eyes lit up when they saw you, easy smiles gracing their features like they hadn’t been battle-hardened by the outbreak.

Not like Joel was.

Joel’s fingers dug into your back, his expression hardening. They tempered their excitement when they saw him, standing so close to you that he could practically be your shadow.

He loathed the way they were looking at you, his jaw set tight and flexing beneath his beard. You were talking, he could hear the notes of your voice like you were speaking underwater–he was too focused on the dopey smiles in front of you to even pay attention to what was being said. You made them laugh, they said something back to you. Probably their names if he had to guess.

Before he even realized, you were tugging him back down their porch steps and into your shared home, flitting away to make Joel his own personal batch of cookies like nothing had happened.

–

Three times that week he had come home to find them loitering outside the front door or talking to you along the edge of the freshly painted picket fence. They were always showering you with compliments, be it about your cookies or the flowers you’d carefully planted in the boxes Joel had built you. They scattered whenever Joel was there, making excuses about chores that needed to get done or errands that needed to be finished.

But he knew better.

Of course, you talked about the nice boys next door over dinner, it took everything in him to not immediately scowl at the mention of them. The fact that you referred to them as boys was laughable, they were closer to your age than he was—maybe a few years difference between you at most. Nothing compared to his whopping couple decades. He tried to brush the thought away as quickly as it sprouted.

He humored you, knowing that you just thought that everyone was kind and friendly and honest because you were. That was what he loved about you.

–

The last straw was when he was out in the back installing a porch swing for you to read on. They were doing something, near enough to the tall fence splitting the yards that he could hear them talking as clear as day. 

Joel almost went over there to give them a piece of his mind, listening to them speculate about why you were with him. They were laughing as they bet that he couldn’t even get it up anymore, that there was no way he was taking care of you like a man was supposed to. 

He was old, angry. And you… you weren’t.

He was seething by the time they finished up and went into their house, his hands nearly shaking when he finished screwing the brackets into the roof. Back in the QZ, Joel would have probably fought them—killed them, if he was honest with himself. 

It would be easy to bust down their door and give them his retribution, he wasn’t always the domesticated beast he’d become for you. But nevertheless, he sucked it up. You would be devastated if he fought with them, as much as he would love to feel their skin split under his knuckles. He couldn’t do that to you.

—

It was a few evenings later that he got what he wanted: an opportunity for his revenge. You were on the porch swing with him, the two of you nestled together in the orange rays of the sunset. You both were reading, Joel’s arm tucked around your shoulders so your chin was pressed against his bicep. 

You always were fully immersed in your books, an earthquake could happen and you would have no clue. So you didn’t hear your neighbors’ back door slide open, but Joel did. 

He barely moved, didn’t bother to say a word as his broad hand moved from cupping your shoulder to gently graze around the side of your breast. It was a lazy day for the two of you, you were only dressed in one of Joel’s flannels and pajama shorts that were so loose around your thighs you may as well have never put them on.

You immediately shivered at his touch, your thumb slipping between the pages of your book to hold your place. “Joel, the neighbors,” you whispered, twisting so you could look up at him. 

“Went on a hunting trip, they’re not home,” he said loud enough for them to hear. Hopefully they would have the good sense to shut up. His thumb circled your already stiff nipple, a smirk stretching across his features conspiratorially. “C’mon, Ellie’s at a friend’s house and no one’s here—let’s test out the porch swing.”

Your lips were already parted, the heat building on the back of your neck so intense Joel could feel it through his shirt. “Joel,” you whined in the way that made him get hard as a fucking rock in his pants.

“Yeah?” he asked, suddenly playing dumb as though he hadn’t started it. 

You pouted, your brow furrowing and bottom lip jutting out as you arched your tit further into his hand. He acquiesced immediately—he always did—pinching your nipple through the well worn fabric of his flannel. His reward was a soft moan from you, your body both melting into and arching away from his. 

“What’s my girl want?” Joel asked, his voice a deep rasp as he stamped his lips against your temple. The small of your back was pressed against his oblique, your cheek squishing into his collarbone as he watched your thick thighs press together. He kept toying with your nipple, his free hand setting his book aside and pulling yours from your clutch. “C’mon, you gotta tell me. Can’t read minds.”

You huffed, you always hated it when he made you ask for what you wanted. “Joel please,” you whined, pressing your heels against the cushion that covered the wooden seat and sitting up so you were flush against him.

“Please what?” His free hand skimmed down your side, snapping the stretched-out, elastic waistband of your shorts. It made you squeak, a quiet giggle coming from your throat.

“God, please just touch me,” you whined, your impatience making him chuckle darkly. His hand moved from your waist, tracing over the pudge of your stomach and dipping into your loose sleep shorts. There was nothing beneath, just your soft skin and the curly patch of hair on your pubic bone.

“No panties? You slut,” Joel teased, his fingers traveling even further down until they sunk into your cunt. You were wet and warm, almost scalding his skin as he parted the lips of your sex to find your swollen clit. “And already so soaked.” 

You moaned, a hand winding around his bicep as your back arched. He kissed the crown of your head as he rubbed your clit between the pads of his pointer and middle fingers, slow and soft. He knew you’d complain, beg him for more. He just wondered how long it would take until you did. 

Not long at all, it was maybe half a minute when you rocked your hips impatiently against his hand. “Joel, you’re being mean.” You were loud, louder than you would ever mean to be with the threat of someone possibly catching you.

Joel chuckled, shaking his head. “Mean? Not true,” he countered, increasing the pressure he was putting on your clit. If he strained his ears he could hear how wet you were, a quiet squelching noise barely muffled by the fabric of your shorts. You pressed your hips further against his hand, your teeth digging into your lower lip to keep your noises to a minimum.

He dipped to gather more slick at your fluttering entrance, teasing it for a moment before returning to your clit. You were being so good for him, so sweet. His other hand unbuttoned the flannel you were wearing down to your navel, freeing your breast for him to knead and squeeze in his broad palm. 

Your eyebrows bunched together, your lips parting as your gaze was stuck on where his hand disappeared beneath your shorts. “Feeling good?” he asked, relishing in your moan of agreement as you nodded. 

Joel smirked, pulling his hand from your shorts. “No–oh my god,” you protested, nearly up in arms. If looks could kill, he would be struck dead. He stood, his dark eyes briefly looking over the fence to see the neighbors still on their porch, their jaws dropped to their chests.

His smile widened as he sank to his knees in front of you, your protests dropping off as you lifted your hips so he could take your shorts off. A wicked grin stretched on your features, you sucked your bottom lip back into your mouth as your gaze roved over him. You settled so your ass was almost hanging off the porch swing, spreading your legs without Joel having to direct you to do so. 

“You want me to eat this pretty pussy of yours?” he asked, rough hands smoothing along the insides of your soft thighs. Joel wasn’t a man with a weakness for pretty things, but there was something about your slick and puffy pussy dripping for him that made his heart nearly stop.

“Fuck, please, Joel.” He loved the way you begged. 

Joel pressed his mouth to the soaking mess of your sex, moaning at your salty-sweet taste on his tongue. He could never get enough of you, settling one leg over the curve of his shoulder as his other hand pressed your knee to your chest. The sun was shining in his eyes, but he didn’t let it stop him from looking up at your face. He lapped at your cunt with firm, long strokes, practically drinking from you.

In a moment of generosity, he pressed the middle and ring finger of his free hand knuckle-deep in your pussy, pulling a loud and broken moan from your chest. He was smiling into your pussy, suckling at your swollen clit as he pumped his fingers into you.

Your fingers tangled into his dark brown curls, grabbing at them in a way that sent shivers down his spine as you pulled his head flush against you. Joel loved the way your soft thighs pressed against his ears, almost muffling the sweet sounds falling from your pretty lips. Almost. Being outside had made you reckless, the promise of Ellie and the neighbors being gone letting you reach a volume that he hadn’t heard in a long time.

Of course, Joel knew better. He ate you like a starving man, proud that every sound you made was heard by the two men–boys–sitting on the other side of the fence.

His knees on the concrete ached, his back protesting being curled so he could keep his mouth pressed tightly against your weepy cunt. The pain was worth it, every second of it was worth it just to make you fall apart. Just to remind the world that you were his and his alone. 

Your head had fallen back to rest on the bench, your eyes scrunched closed as you gasped. Joel’s fingers crooked inside of you, finding the spongy spot at the front of your cunt. It made you writhe, the hand keeping you spread apart for him pinning you down and forcing you to be somewhat still as he pressed at that spot mercilessly. His eyes remained on you as much as they could, taking in every heaving breath and the way your breasts moved under the fabric of his unbuttoned shirt.

It was only moments more until you were coming apart at the seams. You’d squirmed out of his hold, your heels digging into his broad back. Your legs clamped around his head, your back nearly broken with an arch. The sound you made was almost wounded, a desperate cry of his name as your legs spasmed and you practically gushed over his hand.

He worked you through the aftershocks, your pussy fluttering deliciously around his thick fingers. Your hold on his hair loosened just enough for him to pull away, mouthing at the crease between your thigh and your cunt. You came back to yourself, breathing again as your legs relaxed to rest on his shoulder. He peppered sticky, wet kisses on your inner thighs.

“Joel, oh my god,” you sighed, scrubbing a hand over your face as you panted. A laugh left your chest, making him grin like an idiot as he rested his facial-hair covered cheek against your leg and caught his breath.

“Clean these up for me,” he requested, his soaked fingertips now pressing at her bottom lip. They glistened in the afternoon sunlight, a sticky film coating the entirety of them. You narrowed your eyes at him for a moment, your bratty streak coming through before you submitted and opened your mouth to let his fingers slide against your warm tongue.

You sealed your lips around them, sucking your slick off earnestly and rolling your tongue along his digits. “What a good girl, sucking on my fingers like that,” Joel said as he stood, making eye contact with the neighbors before looking back down at you. His knees protested the movement, cracking a bit as he straightened. 

He had to check to see if they were paying attention, the blush across their faces visible from across the yard.

A hum against his fingers brought Joel’s attention back to you. You watched him through your thick eyelashes, the sight alone making him feel like he was going to blow his load.

Your hands found the tie at his sweatpants, pulling the bow apart impatiently. You let go of his fingers with a pop, your soft lips shiny with a mix of your spit and slick as you started to pull his sweatpants down. “Wanna suck your cock, Joel,” you said, almost sounding drunk on it as your fingers hooked in the elastic waist.

He couldn’t help his smirk, his hand caressing your cheek and jaw as he looked down at you. He could feel two sets of eyes burning into him as he let the silence hang for a moment. You were being so perfect for him and you didn’t even know the extent of it.

“Nuh uh, not tonight,” Joel said, stooping down to press a wet kiss to your forehead. Your whine of protest made his chest puff up with pride. 

He shook his head with a smirk, kneeling down on the cracked concrete again. His poor knees–he would certainly regret the entire escapade tomorrow. Really, he wanted to get you up on his lap and have you ride him until you were crying–but he didn’t want to risk you seeing the neighbors. Or the neighbors seeing any more of you than the back of your head.

Grabbing you by the waist, he pulled you so your entire ass was hanging off the porch swing. The only thing keeping you from falling was his hands and your legs hooking around him for some stability. You were already grabbing at him, fingers twisting in the shirt he still wore. “Want me to fuck you?” 

“Uh huh,” you panted desperately, nodding with a frantic look in your eye. “Please, Joel.”

He smiled, pushing his sweatpants down around his thighs and taking his cock into his hand. You moaned as he rubbed the tip of it along the seam of your pussy and pressed it against your clit. 

“Fuck,” you whimpered as the blunt head of his cock caught, Joel filled you with a quick slot of his hips.

Your head fell back, a whine pulling from your throat as you bore down around him. He almost lost his mind right there, no matter how many times you’d had sex you still were so tight. You both stilled, panting and gripping at one another as you become acquainted, blinking in the afternoon sun.

“God, I love this pussy,” Joel grunted, trying to talk you through it as he started thrusting gently. No matter how quiet he was in his normal life, as soon as he felt you squeezing around his cock he started running his mouth. The hinges of the swing creaked a little as it moved back and forth, his hands anchored to your hips. 

He took you slow, wanting to savor the moment as much as possible. Bitten down grunts and grit teeth were met with your sweet mewls and dulcet moans as he split you apart. One of your hands reached for his, your fingers lacing with his before he pressed your knuckles onto the cushion of the swing. “Wanna hold my hand, sweet girl?” he asked, voice borderline condescending as he did.

You nodded pathetically, gasping every time he rutted inside of you. He’d reduced you to mush, partially formed words dying against your lips as he hit home against the spot inside you that always made your breath lock up in your chest.

“Who do you belong to?” Joel asked, squeezing your hand to get you to come back down to earth. You looked a mess, completely fucked out as you blinked slowly and took a deep breath. It took you a minute to really focus on him, your hand weakly squeezing back. 

“You, Joel,” you answered, teeth scraping along your plump lower lip as you fisted the open flannel still draped around your shoulders.

He chuckled darkly, leaning down toward you as he kept up his almost machine-like pace. “Louder, be a good girl,” he murmured, pressing a wet and sloppy kiss to your throat. You clenched around him at the praise, it had always been one of your weaknesses.

“Joel, m’yours,” you gasped, words broken up by the reverb of his thrusts and the slap of his heavy balls against your ass.

He never had reason to doubt that he was who you wanted to be with, but the reassurance helped ground him. The whole week he’d been wondering if he was holding you back, if you actually wanted something else from life. But with the way you were taking his cock? The way you moaned for him? Hell, the way you looked at him was more than enough. There was no mistaking it for anything other than love. 

“That’s right, you’re mine.” You shifted under him, the angle of your spine letting him hit deeper inside of you. His hand left your waist to grab the soft cheek of your ass, keeping you steady and supported. “No one else’s, right?”

“Yeah, Joel. Just yours.” The assurance was breathy, your voice faltering in your throat as you started to go rigid. You were looking up at Joel so sweetly, tears starting to glisten in your eyes as you tugged against the fabric of his flannel that you wore on the porch swing that he built you at his house. He had a mean possessive streak, but look at you–so happy to be his.

He lost himself. He worked on pure instinct, pistoning into you as he became blind with the desire to pin you down and fill you. You whined as he slammed into you, his sweaty forehead pressing against your sternum and his hands gripping you tight. He could feel you draw up like a spring beneath him.

You lurched on a wail, your cunt clenching around him so tightly that it almost hurt as you came. Joel moaned in sympathy with you, greedily taking in every expression you made beneath him. You whimpered and mumbled unintelligibly, your grip tightening around the hand you still clasped as your limbs locked up. 

Joel lost all semblance of coordination and control, hitching up one of your thighs and driving himself deep into you. Instinct dictated his every move, overriding common sense as he grunted above you like an animal.

He thought his jaw would crack in half from how hard he was clenching it, mumbling nonsense to you through his teeth. There was a lurch deep in his stomach, his abdomen starting to flex as he fell out of his rhythm. It was only a moment more before it felt like his skin was too tight and everything was too hot and he was spilling inside you while groaning your name. 

You were so full that you were leaking around him, come dripping down his balls and splattering on the concrete. Both of you were shaking, breathing each other’s air as your foreheads pressed together. Love filled your expression, making him smile tiredly.

You felt for him, your fingertips caressing his jaw as you brought him in for a gentle kiss. You always brought him back, reminded him to be soft with you when he nearly forgot. His tongue licked into your mouth for a moment before he ducked his head and lazily sucked at your breasts, his hips grinding against yours. You both hissed.

“Want me to run a bath for us?” he asked, his voice thick as he mouthed at the skin of your sternum. 

“Yeah,” you whispered, nodding weakly as your fingers skated up from his beard to curl into his hair. It was sweaty at the nape, curling more violently than before. 

He hummed good-naturedly, pulling out of you with a groan before tucking himself back away in his sweatpants. Joel looked down at the mess he made of you, his come already running down the crack of your ass and dripping onto the concrete. He moaned at the sight, even the shitty porn magazines he’d found on supply runs didn’t compare to this.

He helped you back into your shorts, a fist closing your flannel around your chest as you both shakily stood. You were like a newborn fawn, knees knocking together as you leaned into Joel’s chest. He chuckled breathily, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and holding you close. A soft I love you was whispered against your temple, a gentle reply following from you.

Joel glanced over the fence as he walked you to the sliding glass door, a proud glint in his eye as he met the shocked stares of your new neighbors. He winked at them, squeezing you tighter before bringing you inside with him.

[ghostradiodylan]

[s k i l l ]

So, we talk a lot about Quarry headcanons and what could have been on the Brainrot Discord server that Kat made and one of the things I keep thinking about is how they gave (at least some of) the characters these sets of skills that never really impact gameplay, and I think it would be really cool if they did. Like, if there was more variety in who could be sent on which path. Switching Kaitlyn to the Hackett house path with Laura and Ryan to the scrapyard with Dylan being a popular one for fanfic, but also, idk, maybe Dylan won't let Ryan go without him so he ends up on the Hackett house path too? Maybe Abi steps up to go with Kaitlyn to the scrapyard and has to figure out the crane even though it's way out of her skillset, maybe Emma and Jacob can actually come back and link up with the rest of the gang instead of being stuck out in the woods for so long, stuff like that.

I'm just thinking about what their skills might be and how that might impact the game. Also keep in mind that if the character you most need for a task ends up up dead before that task comes along, it's going to be carnage for everyone else, which would up the replay value significantly IMO.

Kaitlyn: Shooting. She's a MUCH better shot than Ryan, if we can believe the Shooting Stars scoreboard (four of the actual children attending the camp score higher than him), but we never see that in the game? What if the aiming mechanism was actually different between different characters? What if there were shots you could make more easily as Kaitlyn, that were harder to pull off as Ryan?

Ryan: Agility. Guy does a lot of running and jumping, what if there were timed segments that were easier to complete as Ryan within the allotted time, or else something consequential happened? Good luck if you ended up plodding along with Jacob instead, now Abi and Nick are both mauled and turning, or something like that.

Dylan: Tech. Dylan's the physics nerd who slays at the crane game. What if you could bring him to the Hackett house and he could figure out the electric circuit puzzle in no time, but that meant someone else had to help Kaitlyn in the scrapyard? Maybe Ryan can still save Jacob without him but he takes too much time and the Hacketts catch you and pick off one of your party.

Jacob: Strength. Jakey's probably the buffest of the dudes, so maybe there are times you need a pair of strong arms or legs and Jacob's the only one who can come through. They also show us him picking locks but he never does that in an impactful situation, so maybe he'd have a lesser talent for that as well.

Abi: Stealth. Okay, so Abi runs and hides? Maybe she's awesome at hiding, then? Maybe she can get through parts of the game undiscovered by the werewolves that other characters can't. Maybe her being short AF means she can fit into hiding spots that you can't cram the leggy bois like Dylan and Nick into.

Emma: Observation. Emma's always watching and analyzing everyone's behavior and documenting things on her phone. Maybe she can find evidence or tarot cards others can't, or put pieces of the mystery together in ways no one else thinks of. Emma's a badass in the game, but it would be cool to see her 'documentarian' side come in handy prior to the credits rolling, too.

Nick: Climbing. I completely made this up because we don't get to see Nick do much besides try to pull his crush, suck face on a dare with Emma, and get mauled, but we do know he takes kids through the ropes course based on his dialogue with Abi, plus he's tall so he's got long arms and legs! Maybe he's the aerial expert. Maybe he can scale fences and get important items down from trees. Maybe he can climb up and free other characters who get stuck in those snare traps. (Obviously this assumes someone else can be the Designated Werewolf Victim, which I also think would improve the game.)

This also assumes Laura and Max keep their current roles, but I'd be up for that to be changeable too. It's not that I necessarily want a higher number of choices available, I just want the choices we can make to actually impact the gameplay and story arc more! Anyway, that's my Quarry ramble for the day (unless I come up with another one). Anyone else have thoughts?

[lux-and-obscurus]

hi. would anyone read a next gen hp fanfic that gives slight marauder group vibes and this is the first chapter. orrr no

July 15th - 12:30 pm

     The Burrow stood boldly amidst a sea of rolling hills and tall patches of trees, somewhat of an eye-sore against the distant idyllic and picturesque village of Ottery St.Catchpole. From afar, one might imagine it collapsing at any moment, yet there was no safer place than inside its eccentric walls.

"Alright, you tossers!" James Potter shouted as his footsteps sounded down the last landing, "Five minutes, and then I'm leaving you all behind!" He swung his backpack over his shoulder and marched purposefully to the doorway, hoping his friends would join him with a sense of urgency.

     Molly and Arthur Weasley had entrusted their grandchildren (blood-related or not) to watch over the house while they were visiting family in Tinworth. Unfortunately, it'd been named the hottest week England would be seeing that summer.

     There wasn't one crack, crevice, or cranny to hide in on that scorching July day and James was desperate to relocate to the inviting lake that was situated over the hill and through the neighboring woods.

     Located on the fifth floor, in Ron Weasley's former bedroom, Albus and Scorpius lay in their respective guest beds as if the sweltering sun was pressing its fiery hands around their necks. Albus looked up dazedly at the wall above him, it was littered with a chaotic amount of Quidditch posters that had been magically stuck there since 1993, advertising the Chudley Cannon's 20-time league cup win alongside an array of photographs of famous seeker, Galvin Gudgeon and the Cannon's long time keeper, Gordon Horton.

     Albus found himself partial to the Holyhead Harpies, seeing as his mother had been their most famous chaser for the first nine years of his life before retiring from the field at age 34 and taking over the role of Head Coach. Many of his early childhood memories included the blur of green and gold robes as they zoomed past the VIP box, his usual station when his mother had work to do, but his father was far too busy at the auror office to babysit.

"Wanker." Scorpius muttered tiredly as James's voice echoed through the upstairs. His head was hanging off the edge of the bed, eyes gazing around at the jumble of clutter that he and Albus had brought with them for their 3-day long stay including a few books Albus had nicked from the Hogwarts library the previous year. Scorpius's record player, lying a couple of feet away, was letting out faint needle chatter as the vinyl they had been playing earlier spun out soundlessly.

"We'd better get up." Albus sighed as he continued to lay completely immobile. To his dismay, his curly brown hair had plastered to his forehead and the nape of his neck through a slick layer of sweat, and every time he moved, he felt the way his clothes clung uncomfortably to every inch of his body.

     He heard Scorpius let out a huff resembling a chuckle, then the creak of his bed under his shifting weight. The two of them had been getting their things together to hike down to the lake that afternoon, but the room beneath the attic trapped heat more than adequately and had sent them flopping on their mattresses after mere minutes of discomfort.

"It'll be less hot downstairs," Scorpius reasoned as he got to his feet slowly, "C'mon Al," he moaned as Albus lay motionless, "Get on your cozzy so we can go."

"Fine." Albus groaned, sitting up with difficulty as the inescapable heat settled on him like a heavy quilt. Scorpius turned his back to him, leaning over his bed and gathering the goods and chattels he needed for their afternoon in a small backpack. Albus took the opportunity for privacy to hoist up a pair of swimming shorts and change t-shirts as the previous one was soaked through with sweat and he could hardly bear the feeling any longer.

     Together they trooped down the stairs at a pace they knew Albus's older brother, James would be unhappy with. Rose Weasley stood at the bottom sporting a pair of green sunnies and clutching a tote bag under her arm next to an excitable-looking Teddy Lupin who was bouncing impatiently on his sandaled heels. Rose merely grimaced at their appearance as she leaned her entire body weight into the stairway rails, the heat was getting to them all it seemed.

"Took long enough," Lupin commented, raking a hand through his wavy blue hair before following Rose to the front porch. James clapped his hands together triumphantly as they gathered on the small rickety steps and announced that he would be leading the way.

     The sound of James's voice happened to disturb one of the Weasley's many gnomes who had been lightly snoozing on an empty sack of chicken feed by his feet.

     The ugly thing raised its large, bald head and reared its gangly teeth at them before letting out a disgusting belch and scurrying off to find another shady place to reside. Rose let out a scoff of disgust in its absence, she had quite a strong opinion about Gernumblies as one had attempted to bite her ear off when she was eight years old.

"Thought I'd lead," Rose piped up, crossing her arms over her gingham bikini top, "Seeing as I was the one who found the lake in the first place." She'd scoped out the area last time they were at the Burrow for their annual Summer Solstice dinner, held by Molly Weasley the month prior, and had already memorized the footpath she'd taken to get there. She was also quite keen to get as far from the gnome's resting place as fast as possible.

"Oi, do you always have to put yourself in charge?" Albus snapped impatiently. He just wanted to get a move on, feeling the moisture from his back already seeping into his clean shirt.

"Let's just all relax, yeah?" Scorpius interjected, stepping between the bickering cousins. He was quite the peacemaker, especially since he mainly found himself hanging around Albus and his family members who always seemed to get into small rows. Rose glared straight through him, "I'll lead." He said with a smirk before stepping to the front of the throng and beckoning for them to follow.

     Rose hoisted her bag over her shoulder haughtily before following Scorpius onto the beaten path. Albus stood, baking in the sickly heat for a few moments, reluctant to move from the shade the thin porch roof provided.

"Al! Let's go!" Scorpius called back, spurring Albus back to life, "You're going to let the bloody sun kill you." He mused while Albus trotted slightly to catch up to them.

"We live in England, why is it 35 Celsius?" Albus grumbled as they stomped through a patch of tall grass. He leaned down to slap a bug away from his exposed calves.

"Maybe Mother Nature is pissed because you two were up all night blasting that Black Sabbath album relentlessly as if three other people weren't in the same house." Rose scowled. Teddy hummed in assent, seemingly exhausted as he ambled beside James on the dirt path.

"Blame follow-the-leader up there," Albus nodded towards Scorpius who was pressing on faster than the rest of them "I still have a ringing in my ears." but he couldn't help grinning at the memory of Scorpius jumping from bed to bed strumming his air guitar to the roar of his imaginary fans.

     James hurried to Scorpius's side at the front of the group, eager to boast of his plans to lead Gryffindor house to the quidditch cup that upcoming year. Last year Gryffindor had lost the Quidditch cup for the first time in five years. James had held the coveted position of Gryffindor seeker since his second year and he'd taken the loss quite hard, going so far as to ignore Scorpius for two weeks straight due to Scorpius's title of Slytherin Team's MVP and lead chaser. Eventually, they made up, only after officially declaring war between their teams.

     The five of them walked for another half a mile, navigating a steep hill, before reaching the edge of a forest that stretched far in the distance on either side of them like a wall. Rose informed them that it was only another three to five-minute walk through the sliver of trees. They trekked on with sweat dripping down their hopeful faces.

"At last!" Teddy whooped as the forest began to thin and they stepped onto the shore of a large, sparkling lake. Towering cliffs loomed around the circumference of the vast body of water, their stony faces adorned with lush greenery that cascaded down until reaching the water's edge. Brilliant potential for cliff jumping, Scorpius thought approvingly as he set down his backpack on the sandy grass. Albus couldn't believe that an oasis such as this had existed less than a mile from the Weasley and they'd only just discovered it.

     They weren't alone of course. The sweltering heat had drawn a mixture of muggle and wizarding families from the village, some groups looking just like there's, a gaggle of teenagers who looked relieved to be somewhere beside's their bedrooms. One family had brought their own barbecue, burying it's wheels in the sand and cooking up several chicken kebabs. Two small children were crouched by the shoreline collecting wet sand in a red, plastic pail.

     Rose laid out blanket large enough to accommodate all of them under a huge oak tree that was casting generous shade over a patch of sand. However, none of them had plans to settle down anytime soon as they tore off their day clothes and raced to the water's edge like giddy children.

     Albus, always the more cautious one, waded in slowly after the rest of them. Still taking in his surroundings, he watched a mother and son wearing life jackets bobbing beside each other further across the lake. Up ahead, Scorpius was already waist-deep in the refreshingly cool waters, swirling his fingers around the surface with delight before, predictably, splashing a wave of water in Rose's direction.

     She let out a shriek of laughter and threw her long, red plaits over her shoulders, signifying that he'd started a war. She scooped up a large bit of water in her hands and launched it back at him, smacking him squarely in the face. Seemingly unphased, Scorpius sucked in a bit of air before slipping under the water for a few moments. He resurfaced and combed his wet hair back with his fingers with a serene smile on his face.

"I'm going to go for a swim," James called as he lowered himself onto his back, "I want to see if we can get up on those cliffs." He continued, using his arms to paddle himself backward, having the same idea that Scorpius did on their arrival. Teddy followed James wordlessly and Albus caught up to where Scorpius and Rose were standing.

"I fancy a bit of a swim myself." Rose shrugged before setting off in the other direction. She dived into the dark blue water before resurfacing a couple of meters ahead and starting on her freestyle.

"How're you feeling now?" Scorpius smiled, eyeing Albus who looked significantly less feverish than he had back at the house, though still mildly uncomfortable as he kept his arms firmly wrapped around his torso like a shield.

"Better." Albus nodded, pressing his fingers into his sides. Scorpius smiled approvingly and felt himself gazing over the smattering of brown freckles across Albus's tan face before noting how his green eyes sparkled wonderfully in the sunlight. Albus cast him a funny look causing him to tear his eyes away and observe the algae slipping under his feet.

"Let's catch up to Ted and James," He said, suddenly wanting to get away, "I bet they've already found a way up." He motioned to the highest cliff behind them, Albus guessed it to be about 50 feet high.

"That one?" Albus exclaimed incredulously, "But there are perfectly good ones all around it that would be much easier to get to!" He scanned their options, even noting small slivers of footpaths made by other tourists around the smaller cliffs. See, he thought, some people had sense.

"C'mon Al, you'll have so much fun you won't even remember why you were scared in the first place!" Scorpius pressed as he began wading across the lake toward the other edge. Albus hesitated, his gaze flickering nervously between his persuasive friend and the looming cliff.

"I'm with you," Came a voice behind Albus, "I am not jumping off of that thing." His cousin sidled up next to him and clicked her tongue disapprovingly. At least they agreed on some things, Albus and Rose. Usually, things that require logic and sense instead of a daredevil attitude. Scorpius shrugged before paddling off to the other shore to join Teddy and James's tedious climb to the top.

     They'd found a slightly inscrutable path of dirt and sand that winded between littered boulders and green brush. The older boys were already halfway up before noticing that Scorpius was trying to join them. They instructed him loudly up the footpath before the three continued racing to the top together.

"Did they even check if there were rocks below?" Rose sighed as she squinted up at the three figures gathering at the edge of the cliff.

"What do you think," He murmured, his eyes on Scorpius who unsurprisingly seemed to have appointed himself the first jumper. He reminded himself that with Scorpius he had to adopt a carefree attitude if he was going to survive the many bouts of danger his friend liked to put himself in. He squared his shoulders, "They'll be fine." he said coolly.

     Some of the other teenagers at the lake were staring up at the cliff as well, evidently wanting to join the festivities but wanting to see if it was safe first. Luckily, Scorpius never minded being a testing dummy.

"Well," Rose raised her eyebrows, "I should get a photo of this." She waded back to shore quickly before splashing back to where Albus had moved to get a closer view, phone in hand. Scorpius stepped up to the very edge of the cliff, so far away that his expression was unreadable. He flashed two thumbs up and his jubilant whoop echoed off the rocks before the loud splash.

2:00 pm

     Teddy and Rose lounged on the picnic blanket, chatting animatedly about their theories on which Hogwarts professors were shagging each other as they indulged in a feast of sandwiches, fruit, and Molly's famous homemade lemonade.

     Nearby, Scorpius and James had set up a portable speaker and the strains of one of their favorite 70s rock album floated through the air. Scorpius tapped his foot to the beat while scrolling absentmindedly through the music queue on his phone, hunting for the next track. James strummed along on his imaginary guitar with over-the-top rockstar expressions with his wet hair spiked up in several directions, eliciting laughs from the rest of them.

" I Feel so hypnotized, can't describe the scene

It's all mesmerized, all that inside me

The sunshine bores the daylights out of me "

     Off to the side, Albus sat beneath the shade of the towering oak tree, a school book cradled in his hands. He knew he only had a couple of minutes before Scorpius would whine for him to join them again so he read quickly, trying to absorb as much information on summoning charms as he could. Despite his natural thirst for knowledge and urge to surpass Rose's standing in their academic rank, Albus was also quite worried about being unprepared for their O.W.Ls, he could hardly relax without reviewing the occasional charm or jinx just to remind himself that he knew how to do it.

"Oi Albie!" Rose's voice was surprisingly the first to interrupt, "Have you ever noticed any...vibes between Professor Virens and Madame Dunbar?" she giggled, "I see it but Ted disagrees."

     Professor Virens, head of Hufflepuff House and Herbology, and Madame Dunbar, the head healer in the hospital wing. Also possibly the two youngest women in the Hogwarts administration. Over the last three years of their schooling, older Professors that had worked there, some of them for both Wizarding Wars, had begun retiring left and right and been replaced by young, fresh faces.

"Both are quite fit," Scorpius remarked as he walked through the sand towards Albus. Rose nodded in vigorous agreement, "I could see it." he added before placing his hands on his hips expectantly. Albus stared up at him with resignation before snapping his book shut and getting to his feet slowly.

     As Albus wandered to the blanket he pictured Virens standing in the greenhouse. While she was always wearing long robes and some sort of protective gear, her obvious curves and attractive facial features seemed to defy her stuffy fashion. Her appearance had been quite a hot topic following her arrival at Hogwarts, earning her a lovesick team of 5th and 6th year boys that hung on her every word and tended to loiter around between classes and pepper her with questions about her personal life. Eventually, catching on to their undying loyalty, she'd begun to trick them all into doing her grunt work, which they did with clueless enthusiasm.

"Oi," James scowled as he sat down beside Teddy, "That's my future wife you're all talking about!"

"Yeah, yeah," Rose rolled her eyes at him, "Pitiful."

"Scorp, mate," Teddy laughed as Scorpius and Albus gathered to join them on the blanket, "You need a tan. I'm nearly blinded just looking at you." he pretended to shield his eyes at the sight of Scorpius's bare torso and shoulders that had already turned slightly pink after swimming.

     Scorpius laughed goodnaturedly and accepted the sunblock that Rose hastened to hand him. As a Malfoy, he'd always been the palest one in the friend group, besides ginger-haired Rose, but even she could catch a tan at the right times. James and Albus could be quite pale in the winters but during the summer, one kiss of the sun and they would look perfectly golden.

     Scorpius laid down with a satisfied sigh on his stomach, resting his head on his folded arms. Teddy and Rose continued talking in low, amused voices about how they had to observe Virens and Dunbar more closely when the year began to see which one of them was right (Rose was convinced she had an amazing radar for that sort of thing). James took over the job of DJ, now switching the music to play his favorite Strokes album. Albus took out his book again, despite the look of disbelief and amusement he received from Scorpius as the sun warmed him through the fabric on his back.

July 16th - 4:00 pm

"You know," Rose shouted sternly out of the back door, "You lot said you would help with dinner!" Her voice hardly registered over the whoosh of the three broomsticks in the air. Scowling, Rose swept back into the Burrow's kitchen where Albus was dutifully stirring a pot of boiling pasta.

"You can strain that out." Rose said after scooping one of the noodles out and popping it in her mouth, "Then mix the sauce in, yeah?" She huffed, turning to the cutting board where she'd started chopping up a cucumber quite aggressively.

"It's fine you know," Albus said in an effort to calm her irritability, "We'll just make them cook breakfast tomorrow." He shrugged. He heard Scorpius cheer loudly outside and an audible groan from Teddy who was brushing up on his keeping skills.

"I just don't get why they couldn't have waited for me," Rose complained as she dumped the chopped vegetables into the waiting salad bowl, "I'm not on the team or anything but I like to fly just as much as they do." She said haughtily.

"As much as James?" Albus raised his eyebrows.

"Okay maybe not that level, it's borderline erotic," She snorted, "But I still think it's sexist that as the only girl here I'm stuck in the kitchen making them dinner." Albus sighed outwardly.

     It was futile arguing against Rose sometimes, especially because she tended to externalize most of her issues while he'd learned to keep them properly bottled up. Even he'd felt a slight pang of irritation when the boys had all run outside with their brooms the moment they returned from the lake even after they all agreed to collaborate on dinner together.

"Just go out there," he gestured to the open back door, "I'll finish up."

"No. I couldn't possibly leave you in here to do it all by yourself." She shook her head stubbornly as she tossed the salad like it'd personally wronged her. Albus shrugged and dumped the boiling water through the strainer. The steam filled the air above the sink for a few moments before dissipating through the open window.

     Together they continued working while the sun set gradually outside like a ticking clock. Just as they'd begun to set the table, Scorpius, Teddy, and James trooped into the dining room slick with sweat.

"We're going to shower really quick!" Scorpius said breathlessly as if he'd just hopped off of his broomstick a moment ago, "We'll be right down!" The three of them hurried upstairs, fighting over who was going to take a shower in the newly renovated bathroom on the 3rd floor.

"Doesn't it ever bother you that your brother has more in common with your best friend than you do?" Rose asked as she and Albus set out clean glasses. She hadn't meant to be rude, but her comment felt like a slap in the face.

"We have a lot in common, even if it doesn't seem like it." Albus snapped instinctively. He'd heard it a dozen times before.

     His first year at Hogwarts was a dreaded one, the only thing he'd hoped for was to get sorted in a respectable house and to make one alright friend. Getting sorted into Slytherin made him think that his entire Hogwarts experience was doomed from the start, but that's where he made his very first friend. His best friend, Scorpius Malfoy.

     Their names alone were enough to make heads turn. Nobody had ever heard of a Potter, no less the son of THE Harry Potter, and a Malfoy getting on (and being sorted into Slytherin house together). Despite this, they became fast, close friends and persevered through the first few years of schooling together. By year three, the bullying seemed to have ceased and they were no longer called the "Slytherin Squib" and "Voldemort's secret son" but a new sort of speculation had begun in its place.

"But Scorpius is so cool! And you're so....quiet, you know?"

"So you're the brain and he's the fame, I see."

     At first, this had bothered Albus endlessly, causing him to go to great lengths to be seen as cool or interesting. But after he'd tried out for the Slytherin quidditch team during 3rd year and got knocked out for 2 straight days by a rogue bludger he gave up on his pursuits to prove a point to his peers.

"It doesn't matter, Al. And besides, you're way cooler than me." Scorpius had told him earnestly at Albus's bedside in the hospital wing, "I'm just some posh tosser with really nice hair. You're actually interesting." which had caused Albus to laugh so hard he almost passed out again.

     Annoyingly enough, Albus's reputation had experienced a bit of a boost following the events they'd endured in their 4th year. Jumping off trains and fiddling with time, a story twisted throughout the rumor mill of the student population. Yet they still came out as heroes in nearly every version. Albus hoped for their 5th year to be somewhat of a fresh start. He could hardly stand living in his father's shadow, and his older brother James's by extension. Why couldn't he just be Albus?

"Alright," Rose shrugged, "Sorry. I don't hang out with you lot very much, I guess I don't see how things usually are." She conceded.

"You should," Albus said, deciding to be civil and to put his grumpiness behind him, "We need a girl to balance us out," He said before quickly reiterating, "In a good way. Not in a sexist way."

She smirked amusedly at his squirminess, "Maybe. As long as Scorpius doesn't still fancy me."

"Um, who said I fancied you?" Scorpius smirked as he swept into the dining room, toweling off his freshly washed hair. She rolled her eyes as she set down the salad bowl.

"Oh, just you every single year since I've met you!" She exclaimed before giving him a slight shove, "Just help us bring everything to the table, Malfoy." Scorpius grinned before following her into the kitchen. Rose Weasley had always had her own circle of friends, mostly study buddies and a few gal pals that she could have fun with but nobody she'd made a real true connection with. Not like Albus and Scorpius had.

     Rose had always been slightly estranged from Albus's world until recently. All he really knew about her was that she was at the top of their class, annoyingly right above him. She liked quidditch, was brilliant in the realm of transfiguration and charms, and she had ambitions of working in the Ministry of Magic to eventually take over her mother's role as Minister for Magic. She'd had two relationships, both quite fleeting and immature, in her third year and one had been with a girl called Dahlia.

      Hogwarts was a flurry of diversity so her coming out as pansexual hardly caused anyone to bat an eye, besides the small group of devoted purists who still somehow aligned with the belief that purebloods were the superior strain of wizards and old, ancient traditions were of the highest importance. Though, those sorts were far and few between and Rose didn't seem to care about other people's opinion anyhow. Albus had always been extremely curious about what it was like to fancy someone of the same sex and be open about it as well. He made a mental note to ask her about it, though he was doubtful he would anytime soon.

     During their first year, Rose was one of the many who shunned Scorpius for believing he was Voldemort's secret son, conceived through a complicated bit of time travel. Since then she'd matured a bit and realized that this rumor held no merit and was actually quite silly. But the moment she had rejected Scorpius Malfoy on the train he had set out to woo her (mostly for his own entertainment and little to do with being truly attracted to her). But as puberty reared its ugly head, Scorpius's feelings on love and girls had begun to grow quite complex for even him to work out just yet.

"Looks good!" James said as he took a seat at the dining table, already taking two slices of garlic bread for his plate. Rose scowled at him for being impolite as she appeared in the dining room again and he took his hand back at once, waiting for them all to be seated.

"You're welcome." Albus chided, sitting beside Rose.

"Yeah," Teddy appeared at the table, his wet hair still dripping to his shoulders, "We're sorry that you guys had to make it all by yourselves," he frowned sheepishly, "We'll make it up to you, right boys?" He looked around for support. James and Scorpius nodded vigorously.

"Of course we will!" Scorpius assured him, "Big breakfast tomorrow, on us." Teddy began pulling out the seat on the other side of Albus but was stopped short by Scorpius's hand on his shoulder.

"Mind if I sit there actually?" He asked casually.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry mate." Teddy shrugged before switching to the other side and sitting next to James. Scorpius let out a relaxed exhale as he settled in next to his best friend. Albus sat up straighter in his chair before they all began helping themselves to the spread.

"Pretty good," James said, smacking his lips together following a large bite of the pesto pasta they'd prepared, "But I'm so excited to get back to meals at Hogwarts." They all made noises of assent as they filled their mouths hungrily.

At some point, James had turned on the record player in the living room and the voice of Freddie Mercury carried to the dining table. Teddy had gone down into the Weasley's cellar and nicked two bottles of wine that he hoped Molly and Arthur wouldn't notice the absence of.

"We're almost of age," Teddy chirped in the disapproving face of Rose, "At least James and I. But that means you three too by extension." he grinned. Scorpius retrieved some glasses while Albus began stacking their empty plates.

     James pushed his glasses higher on the bridge of his nose as he focused on uncorking one of the bottles with a mangled, old opener that he supposed the Weasleys had been using for several years. Eventually, Teddy took the job over as James could barely concentrate through his ongoing speech about how he was a shoo-in for the position of captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team and how he could already feel the thrill of victory and hear the roar of the crowd.

"We'll see tomorrow," Rose said giddily, "That's when our letters are supposed to come. I hope I made prefect." she wrung her hands nervously in her lap now, "What if I didn't? I don't know what I'd do! What would I tell my mum?"

"I just hope I pass my O.W.L.s," Albus shrugged, receiving an overfilled glass of white wine, he snorted at Teddy's pouring technique before taking a large gulp, "I hear that two of our teachers are new this term," he said doubtfully. While he enjoyed being taught by less-than-ancient professors he wasn't sure how he felt about newbies being in charge during one of his most important exam years.

"You will, you're a genius," Scorpius whispered bolstering. Albus grinned, he was often caught off guard by Scorpius's compliments as they always sounded especially genuine when they came from him, "I just hope this is our best year yet." 

July 17th - 10:00 am

     The room was shrouded in darkness, the only sound coming from the soft rhythm of their breathing, their bodies a tangle of limbs and bedsheets. Scorpius and Albus had fallen asleep like the dead after killing a bottle of wine between the both of them and dancing to Queen in the Burrow's living room until the wee hours of the morning. They weren't even sure how they'd made it up the four flights of stairs to their guest room, probably not without a lot of stumbling and laughter.

     Their snoring was abruptly shattered by the sound of squealing excitement emanating from downstairs. With a groan, Albus stirred from his sleep, his eyes blinking blearily in the dim light filtering through the curtains. Across the room, Scorpius mumbled something unintelligible and reached warily to his bedside to check the time. He let out a groan as his cell phone flashed brightly in his eyes. There was another squeal, it was getting closer as Rose climbed the stairs.

"What the bloody hell is she doing? It's too early for this." Scorpius growled before sitting up begrudgingly. Albus rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and felt his head pang.

"The letters must've come," Albus mumbled. He was surprised to find himself shirtless but his drunken self had probably thought better of wearing clothes as once again, their room felt like a giant oven. 

     He scrounged on the floor for a moment before pulling on a wrinkled t-shirt that read: 'I went to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes and all I got was this lousy shirt!' Scorpius couldn't stop himself from chuckling as he looked up at him, but his grin was quickly wiped off of his face by a jolt of pain in his skull.

     There came a soft knock on the door which Albus saw as counterproductive, she had already sufficiently woken them up. Scorpius grunted in approval and their door swung open with a bang.

"Just bringing you two your letters!" She said cheerily, and much too loud. Albus scowled as she tossed him a brown envelope. He abandoned it on the bed dismissively so he could search in his bag for any sort of hangover remedy he could find. Scorpius took his and ripped it open carelessly while Rose remained, bouncing impatiently on her heels.

"Just tell us." Albus rolled his eyes, knowing what she was waiting for. She shot him a dangerous look before regaining her composure quickly.

"Well, I er..." She was seemingly less excited to announce her news to them as they squinted up at her, "I got my prefects badge in mine." she finished, pursing her lips.

"Congrats, darling." Scorpius nodded absently as he perused his letter. It contained the usual garble about what supplies they might need for the upcoming year, which books they were expected to buy, blah blah blah. He tossed it aside and reclined back against his pillows with a lazy, satisfied exhale.

"What do you think, Albie?" She asked her cousin hopefully. He'd been rummaging through his bag still, but he suddenly jolted upright and cast her a strange look.

"I..." He grabbed his stomach as he stood to his feet, "I think I'm going to be sick!" he exclaimed with wide eyes before sprinting to the door, bumping Rose aside as he did. She yelped in pain before hearing the bathroom door down the hall slam loudly. She scoffed in disgust and muttered something about him being a "bloody lightweight" before turning on her heel and marching out, no doubt to wake up Teddy and James next.

     Albus wretched for a couple of minutes before wiping his mouth and peeling himself off of the honeycomb tiles. He grudgingly rounded to the sink to brush his teeth with as much vigor as a horned slug crossing the sidewalk, feeling as though he had no energy left in his body. Though, as he returned to his room he felt immeasurably better than he had when he woke up. 

     Scorpius had begun to snooze again, letting out quiet bouts of snoring. Albus sat on the edge of his bed and ripped open his letter, knowing that it held nothing very remarkable in it anyway.

"What the hell?" He exclaimed as a shiny, green, and silver prefects badge tumbled into his lap. He hurried to pull the rest of the parchment out despite the fact that the noise had caused Scorpius to stir awake again, there had to be some explanation! His eyes grew larger and larger as he scanned the letter.

Dear Mr. Potter,

It is with great pleasure that I extend my congratulations to you on your selection as one of Slytherin House's fifth-year prefects for the upcoming year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Your selection for this esteemed position is a testament to your outstanding character, leadership abilities, and dedication to excellence. As a prefect, you will be entrusted with important responsibilities, including maintaining discipline and serving as a role model for your fellow students. I have every confidence that you will excel and carry out your duties with integrity and a sense of pride in representing Slytherin House.

Once again, congratulations on your appointment as a prefect. I look forward to seeing the positive impact you will undoubtedly make on Slytherin House and your peers as a whole.

Yours sincerely,

Horace Slughorn [Head of Slytherin House]

"Whasgoingon?" Scorpius mumbled, his eyes fluttering open. He met Albus's expression of disbelief and horror before his eyes drew to the shiny object in his friend's palm.

"They made me a bloody prefect!"

11:45 am

"Get that thing out of my face, will you?" An irate Albus snapped as his older brother stuck his Quidditch Captain's badge under his nose for possibly the 17th time that morning. James let out a mischievous giggle as Albus swiped for it. Teddy was named co-captain but was being much more humble about it and Rose seemed to calm down about her prefect's badge as well following the news that Albus had received one too. 

"Cheer up, will you?" James rolled his eyes pointedly, "Just because you got the curse doesn't mean we all have to suffer with you!" Albus huffed and stuck his nose back into his Charms textbook, trying to push himself deeper into the cushions of the Weasley's sofa.

"Here, it'll make you feel better," Scorpius said, appearing at Albus's side with a cup of tea.

"Thanks," Albus said, failing to hide his warm smile at the kind interruption. Scorpius nodded, setting the mug down on the side table before joining Rose a few cushions away. She'd been flicking through a fashion magazine before he tore it from her hands quickly.

"Oi!" she snatched it back and smacked him over the head with it promptly, "Paws off."

"I'm bored!" Scorpius whined while Rose bristled and tried to flip back to whatever page she'd been reading before. Teddy wandered into the living room, already nodding in agreement.

"Grandmum and Grandpa are going to be back tomorrow morning," Rose said sternly, "We all agreed that after breakfast we'd actually do the chores that we were meant to do." The rest of them groaned, knowing that she was right.

"Let's just split it up so we can be done as fast as possible, then we can all head down to the lake for a dip." Teddy suggested.

"Alright lads!" James clapped his hands together, eager for anything that involved talking strategy, Albus closed his book knowing that it was futile to try and read anything anymore, "Ted and I will handle the gnomes in the garden, Al and Scorpius can clean the upstairs and Rose the down. Sound good?"

"Sounds fair to me." Rose grinned, knowing that she'd be done tidying the kitchen and living room in a snap.

"The entire upstairs?" Albus and Scorpius exclaimed in unison, clambering to their feet at once.

"Would you two rather do the gnomes?" James raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms expectantly. Albus cleared his throat and pushed his toes into the carpet uncomfortably. Scorpius sighed and shook his head. "That's what I thought, let's get to it." James smirked before leading Teddy into the backyard.

     Rose practically skipped into the kitchen as if doing the dishes was her life calling while Albus and Scorpius trudged up the stairs.

"Wish we could do magic." Scorpius complained as they took on their guest bedroom first. Albus dragged a laundry basket to the middle of the room so they could throw their dirty clothes in it with minimal effort.

"Got to learn to be sufficient without it, I suppose." Albus shrugged before tossing a balled up shirt and scoring it easily. Scorpius noticeably perked up at the idea of making cleaning a game and for the rest of the day he tried making every facet of cleaning into a competition.

"First one to make their bed wins!"

"Okay, you can only mop using your feet."

"Whoever gathers the least amount of trash has to help James and Ted with the gnomes."

"First one to pack up gets to sit out of cleaning the bathroom."

     Albus won this last challenge easily as he'd really only brought a few articles of clothing, half of which were in the washing, and some books. He sat down on the bed with a textbook in his lap but found himself too distracted to read as Scorpius, down the hall, began whistling his favorite song while he scrubbed the bathtub. Albus sank down against his pillows and closed his eyes allowing the melody to put him to a peaceful sleep.

okay idk if anyone has read this far but basically this is the first chap of a scorbus fanfic i want to write. nextgen meets marauders type slowburn friends to lovers scorbus but with teddy james and rose (and later lily luna) in a cute friend group.

[saiyanprincessswanie]

SaiyanPrincessSwanie Reading List Week 171 & 172

Welcome to Weeks 171 & 172

A/N: Thank you again to those who gave me recommendations for fanfics. Especially all the Kinktober goodies. 💜 This week had me reading 50 fics. Absolutely amazing stuff here.

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal-boosting them. The author is listed next to the title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community.  💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

Click HERE for past reading lists.

For my Masterlist click HERE

Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

Page-break by @whimsicalrogers​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Header by @fictional-affairs

If you can, please reblog these lists so they can reach more people on Tumblr.

I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Hold my hand - (Bucky x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

My Hero - (Bucky x Reader) - @notyetneedcoffee

Carnival Fun - (Steve x Reader) - @/notyetneedcoffee

Five More Minutes - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

The Red Woods - (Steve x Reader) - @/navybrat817

Routine - (Jack R x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Now is real - @/nekoannie-chan

Second Shot - Chp 1 - (Andy x Reader) - @drabblewithfrannybarnes

Curtis and Honey Autumn This Or That - Dried Leaves - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Curtis And Honey Autumn This Or That - Lace up worn boots- @/sweater-daddiesdumbdork

A Dash of Spice and Everything Nice - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

That's the Way Love Grows - (Bucky x Reader) - @/jobean12-blog

Day 22: Balcony Sex - (Bucky x Reader) - @writing-for-marvel

Day 25: Body Worship - (Bucky x Reader) - @/writing-for-marvel

Save Your Tears - (Lee x Reader) - @flordeamatista

Flufftober Day 23 | A beautiful collection - (Ari x Reader) - @nicoline1998enilocin

Most Important Meal - (Lee x Reader) - @/navybrat817

never saw you comin' - (Bucky x Reader) - @nickfowlerrr

When we collide - (Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Not an alliance - @/nekoannie-chan

I can't believe it - @/nekoannie-chan

That Smell - breeding kink - (Bucky x Reader) - @/notyetneedcoffee

Can't Wait - (Steve x Reader) - @/notyetneedcoffee

Second Shot - Chp 2 - (Andy x Reader) - @/drabblewithfrannybarnes

Stay quiet for me - (Bucky x Reader) - @mrsbarnesblog

His Inheritance - Part 25 - (Steve x Reader) - @jtargaryen18

Just Right - Chp 7 - (Steve x Reader) - @darsynia

Real Life Tasks With Ransom - Day 20 - @wiypt-writes @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

The Root of all Ransom - Part 6 - (Ransom x Reader) - @ronearoundblindly

Though I Have Never Read It - Part 6 - (Bucky x Reader) - @tuiccim

Mornings - (Destroyer!Chris x Reader) - @/navybrat817

Present - @tumblin-theworldaway

DND - (Steve x Reader x Bucky) - @/notyetneedcoffee

Said So - (Bucky x Reader) - @/notyetneedcoffee

Real love? - (Sue Storm x Reader) - @/nekoannie-chan

Kinktober Day 28: Filming - (Bucky x Reader) - @/writing-for-marvel

Kinktober Day 31: Breeding Kink - (Bucky x Reader) - @/writing-for-marvel

Curtis And Honey Autumn This Or That - Apple Picking - @/sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Curtis And Honey Autumn This Or That - Pumpkin Carving - @/sweater-daddiesdumbdork

The Perfect Birthday - (Andy x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Melted gift - @/nekoannie-chan

Escaping - @/nekoannie-chan

Mr. & Mrs. - @ronearoundblindly

A Dash of Cinnamon- (Jake x Reader) - @peyton-warren

Outside the Storm - @adulting-sucks

Windfall - (Stucky x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Open Wounds Never Heal - @spectre-posts @what-is-your-plan-today

Coming Home - (Nick x Reader) - @navybrat817

Love in Bloom - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

it's nice to have a friend - (Stucky x Reader) - @nickfowlerrr

[beesinspades]

TRIGUN FIC REC LIST (FOR FANFIC WRITERS APPRECIATION DAY 2023)

For years I haven’t been able to participate much because I barely read any fics anymore, but Trigun has definitely changed that, so here it is! A rec list of every fic I’ve enjoyed so far! I have terrible memory and not enough brain power to leave a note about each one, but I put a ♡ next to every fic I particularly loved! They're all rated G or T, but five of them are rated M (mainly for violence and canon-typical heavy topics). A lot (I mean. a lot.) of them have a Hurt/Comfort tag. Most are Vashwood BUT there are 10+ Gen fics and a couple of Mashwood ones as well :3 Please note some of the fics in this list are not spoiler-free!

VASHWOOD

♡ tell me why your hands are cold (show me how) by desertblooms

Beelio’s comment: the first Trigun fic I ever read, so of course it’s a lil’ bit special to me!

♡ terrors don't prey on innocent victims by procrastinatingbookworm

♡ Heavy Weight by eshtaresht

Beelio’s comment: I only read the Wolfwood POV chapter. As the first ace Vash(wood) I read besides mine, it made me really happy!

The Problem with Making Friends by sad_ghost_kid

half your life you've been hooked on death by procrastinatingbookworm

♡ stars by the pocketful by the_13th_battalion

Beelio’s comment: gave me cavities and i said thank you

♡ a phantom's reverence by bricus27

Beelio’s comment: another one of my favorites!

♡ heaven's grief brings hell's rain by JazzRaft

say it's such a fault by procrastinatingbookworm

A Ship and his Anchor by DerringerMeryl

lazarus wept by Bioluminescent

shepherd my flock by Bioluminescent

Beelio's comment: a really cool concept with Wolfwood as a church grim!

♡ a spark of hope is what i'm after by IceEckos12 

work song by AllegedlyAnnie

♡ Breezeblocks by caffeinefire

two eggs, over easy by AllegedlyAnnie

Beelio’s comment: this one is just so funny. trust me. 

dear star and spring bud, my preachers by elemmacil

"Love nourishes, like the rain. We turn the hills green and fill the creeks so they will sing in their creekbeds." by selcouth_raw 

♡♡♡ water bucket blues by fathomfive

Beelio’s comment: literally begging you to read this. good god. I never read first person pov fics AND YET. probably my favorite Trigun fic!

safeguard by the_13th_battalion

in a phrase to cut these lips by gorgongorgeous

Of Nick and Nicholas Names by theMusicmaniac

♡ under the bloody moonlight by spinoffprotagonist

Even Angels Deserve Guardians by glaivenoct

♡ scattered feathers, shattered glass by SpiritusRex

MASHWOOD

and i'll love the littler things by procrastinatingbookworm

To Touch You by hypermoyashi

GEN

The Sobs of a Bear and the Tears of an Angel by loveandpeanus

♡ How Judas Earned His Name by BrownieFox

♡ nobody said it was easy by procrastinatingbookworm

Beelio’s comment: this gorgeous post-trimax fic made me cry which is a feat in itself

♡ if only there was some way to ease the pain by SpiritusRex

the river brings you home by tissuebocks

♡ For the world that we leave, not the world that we found by RedWritingHood

I wanna feel like the work had some meaning by RedWritingHood

Season of the Witch by tragic_unpaired_electron

What Was Taken, What Was Restored (series) by Anxiety_Elemental

♡ If You Had Not Have Fallen by aboxthecolourofheartache

♡ YOU ARE HERE; or, How to Get Lost in the Desert Without Really Dying by fathomfive

Start here by AsterAspera

Now everyone knows about my tastes in fanfiction. If you read any of them, please leave a nice comment for the author if you can, I'm sure you'll make their day! 💜 Happy Fanfic Writers Appreciation Day to my fellow fic writers! Thank you for feeding me (us) so well.

[arcane-vagabond]

Sailor-Aviator's Playlist Writing Challenge

Hello, hello!! Welcome back to another writing challenge! This one also had a lot of votes in the poll I posted, so I figured why not go ahead and release it?

The Concept

I have what some might call an eclectic music taste. What does that mean? I like a bit of just about everything! So, I compiled a list of songs from my playlists that I thought might make good fanfic inspiration! As with my Christmas Challenge, there will be a limited number of spots for each song! Just send me a DM/ask telling me which song you'd like to choose and for which Top Gun character you'd like to write for!

The Rules

You may sign up for more than one slot as long as there are slots available. However, you can not take up two slots for the same song.

Tag your fics appropriately! (Angst, smut, fluff, warnings, etc.)

18+ ONLY!

This can be a series, a one-shot, moodboards, or even a collection of drabbles! Just have fun with it!

You MUST use your song in some way in the fic. For example, if your song is Two Doors Down by Dolly Parton, then you could write about going to a party or about being a Dagger's neighbor.

HAVE FUN!!!

This writing challenge will not have a time limit, and you can sign up whenever you want! When you are finished (or started the series/collection), you can shoot me the link so I can tag it below. Also, please tag me in the fic and tag the challenge! The more the merrier! Now, there are some popular artists on here, but I encourage EVERYONE to listen to ALL the songs before making your decisions!! I will add more songs if I need to as well!

Tagging a couple of mutuals who I think would be interested: @goldenseresinretriever @bobgasm @mamachasesmayhem @hangmansgbaby @jupitercomet @seresinhangmanjake @number-0-iz

The Playlist

Songs below the cut!

Two Doors Down by Dolly Parton

@aworldinsideaperson w/ Jake Seresin

@alegendoftomorrow w/ the Dagger Squad

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Ends of the Earth by Lord Huron

alegendoftomorrow w/ Bradley Bradshaw

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Work Song by Hozier

@devil-angel-winchester w/ Bradley Bradshaw

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Darling by Halsey

@goldenseresinretriever w/ Tom Kazansky

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The Death of Peace of Mind by Bad Omens

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Stolen by Dashboard Confessional

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Youth by Troye Sivan

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Get on the Road by Tired Pony

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Littlething by Jimmy Eat World

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The Saltwater Room by Owl City

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Enchanted by Taylor Swift

@shinycupcakebaker w/ Bob Floyd

@seresinsbrat w/ Bradley Bradshaw

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Georgia by Vance Joy

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I'll Be by Edwin McCain

@powellssugarbaby w/ Jake Seresin

@sweetwhispersofchaos w/ Bob Floyd

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Love is a Battlefield by Pat Benatar

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New Religion by The Heydaze

@aworldinsideaperson w/ Bradley Bradshaw

alegendoftomorrow w/ Jake Seresin

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She Burns by Foy Vance

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Shrike by Hozier

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Dancing With the Devil by Short Stack

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Like Real People Do by Hozier

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Shut Up and Dance by WALK THE MOON

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Bright by Echosmith

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Someone to You by BANNERS

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WILD by Troye Sivan

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Stay With Me by ayokay

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Iris by Jada Forcer

goldenseresinretriever w/ Tom Kazansky

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Sunshine by Short Stack

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Tell Her You Love Her by Echosmith

aworldinsideaperson w/ Bradley Bradshaw

alegendoftomorrow w/ Bob Floyd

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Everywhere by Fleetwood Mac

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Too Late to Turn Back Now by Cornelius Brothers and Sister Rose

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Leather and Lace by Stevie Nicks

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Mine by Taylor Swift

@bellaireland1981 w/ Bradley Bradshaw

alegendoftomorrow w/ Bradley Bradshaw

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Landslide by Fleetwood Mac

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Burn You Down by Short Stack

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Jolene by Dolly Parton

@dingochef w/ Jake Seresin

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Pretty Carolina by Jontha Links

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Sleep on the Floor by The Lumineers

aworldinsideaperson w/ Bob Floyd

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Style by Taylor Swift

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Out of the Woods by Taylor Swift

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You and Me by Lifehouse

@bobgasm w/ Bob Floyd

seresinsbrat w/ Jake Seresin

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Rhiannon by Fleetwood Mac

aworldinsideaperson w/ (TBD)

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[kissorkill16]

Are We Friends Now?: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: Are they friends now?

"Nick, can you answer me this?"

Delroy passed the note to Nicky in the front. He waited, and the note was passed back to him a minute later.

"Not now, I'm trying to pay attention."

As Nicky continued to try and pay attention, he was passed back another note. He pushed it back to Delroy and continued to listen to the teacher speak, but the note was passed back to him.

"Please?"

Nicky rolled his eyes and looked at the boy behind him.

"Fine. What do you want?", he whispered to Delroy.

"Turn the paper over.", Delroy whispered back to him.

Nicky looked back at the paper and turned it over.

"Are we friends now? Because it feels like I don't hate you as much as I used to anymore. You helped me up when the principal's office exploded, I tried helping you up when you tripped that time in the woods, I was there when we broke Finch's camera, we went into the weather station together and made it out alive, and you hugged me when you were crying about your grandma. We've been talking to each other more often, and without arguing too. Does this mean we're friends now?"

Nicky's eyes widened as he read the note.

Why was he asking this?

Did Delroy want to be friends? Was that why he was asking him this?

Technically, he was right. During this whole Crowface investigation, they've been fighting with each other less and helping each other out more. And the time where he hugged him, he might have to think more about that making them friends, since only friends hugged each other.

But if he was being completely honest, he didn't know if he wanted to be friends with Delroy either.

So he just wrote down an honest answer and gave the note back to Delroy.

"I don't know, man. I'll have to think about it. You should think about it too."

[nothingenoughao3]

Fic of the Week, week 1

I Must've Dreamed a Thousand Dreams (3719 words) by NothingEnough Fandom: Left 4 Dead (Video Games), The Cabin in the Woods (2011) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Ellis/Nick (Left 4 Dead) Characters: Nick (Left 4 Dead), Ellis (Left 4 Dead), Coach (Left 4 Dead), Rochelle (Left 4 Dead), Director (Cabin in the Woods), Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Meta, When Fantheory Becomes Fanfic, Lesbian Character, Ambiguous Relationships, Canon-Typical Violence, Gameplay and Storyline Integration, Heavy Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Trans Male Character, no fourth walls we meta like postmodernists, Funetik Aksent, a lot of fucking swearing, Nick (Left 4 Dead) Is a Trans Man Series: Part 1 of where our lives are going to (l4d2), Part 3 of 47 crosses (left 4 dead 2) Summary: The Director shares one of her hobbies with her wife. It's just a video game. It is definitely not a universe generator in which the whole cast of "Left 4 Dead" kill and die until she feels she's gotten the story just right. What makes you think it would be? That'd be fucked up.

[abbatoirablaze]

Hidden Sisters, Chapter 20

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings:  angst, mentions of abandonment/abandonment issues, hints of violence/assassins, dark OC, threats of murder.

Annalise stared, bewildered at her older brother and his husband, “wh-what are you two saying?”

“We are here to help,” Ransom smiled softly, “we have seen what you have done for your people.  What Lance has done to help his subjects, and it is not in my nature to just stand by while an injustice happens…not if I can help.”

“We are truly grateful for you and your husband’s assistance to our kingdom, King Ransom!” Lance offered, looking blissfully at the hidden entrance to the new water kingdom, “we are few in number, but-“

“It’s enchanted!  Or well, the enchantments will be finished in a week,” Ransom said, cutting him off, “no one that should not be here, will not be.  Your kingdom will not be able to be reached unless they are a water nymph or have been granted access by one of your own.”

Lance nodded, tears lining his eyes, “my people will love it…thank you.”

“We just want you to be safe!” Jake sighed from beside his husband.  Ransom put his arm around Jake’s waist, and the wolf whimpered ever so slightly, “I-I’m sorry for how I reacted when you left, Annalise…I just-“

“You were scared!”

Jake nodded, terrified to be talking to his little sister about his concerns.  But Ransom squeezed Jake’s hip gently, reminding him that he was still there and on his side, “I thought that he wasn’t right for you and that you would end up hurt…”

“I’ve done everything in my power to protect her!” Lance replied, slightly angered by the insinuation that he wouldn’t try to protect his mate. 

“I jus-I just started getting to know you and Sam though!” Jake whimpered, still looking at his sister, “and you were both so wrapped up in finding your mates…and I get it…I do!”

Ransom gave his husband a soft look, knowing just how much pain he was in and how alone he’d felt when he’d first met him.

“I think Jake is trying to say that he reacted poorly because Jennifer rushed off to be with Nick…and they don’t have that much of a relationship…and then you ran off with Lance…and Samantha was infatuated with Jefferson, and after you ran off, she did to…he just felt abandoned…”

Annalise felt her heart breaking for her older brother as she looked at him, “J-Jake…I didn’t abandon you…”

“i-I know…Ransom and I talked about it a lot…you were just following your heart…” Jake replied softly, “I would have done the same thing…I just-you never kept in touch…so I-“

Jake’s words stopped when his younger sister charged him, wrapping her arms around him, “I’m sorry, Jake…”

He sighed again, slumping against his sister’s arms, “Annie….I-“

“I’m sorry!” she repeated, this time nuzzling against him as well.  Jake felt a rumble in his chest as he accepted the comfort that he knew he was craving. 

“It’s okay…I just-don’t disappear on me…okay?  I-I can’t handle it when people just disappear on me…”

“I won’t, Jake…never again.”

He sighed against her, his rumbles lulling both of the siblings as they held one another.  Ransom smiled and rested his arm over Lance’s shoulders, “so good that they’re making up…”

“While I appreciate what you’re doing for us…get your hands off me, Ransom.  You’re still a dick to the rest of the free world.”

“So are you buddy!” Ransom said with a knowing grin, “but we’re soft for our Jensen mates…”

“Yeah!” Lance sighed, lovingly looking at the woman that he loved, “I’d take on the world if I needed to…but only for her.”

“Wait until you two have kids together…I’d do anything for our girls…”

“YOU ATTACKED THE KINGDOM!”

“I had to,” Nick said defensively, crossing his arms over his chest, “things were getting too quiet over there, and it’s not like the assassin did their job.  So-“

“ASSASIN?”

Nick felt the color draining for his face, and his throat dry up as he admitted to his wife and mate what he’d been doing behind her back. 

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME, NICK?”

“Lance was trying to take our child…”

“He sent Lloyd…once…and then he made that speech about allowing water nymphs to come and go as they pleased…he wasn’t going to take our child!”

“That was a trick!”

“Really?” she scoffed, “you had nymphs coming to us, saying that they chose to see you as the king because you’re a dual nymph and you thought it was some sort of trap?”

“Wouldn’t you?”

“HE CHANGED!”  she all but screamed at him, “HE’S WITH ANNALISE AND HE CHANGED FOR THE BETTER!  HOW CAN YOU NOT SEE THAT?”

“HOW CAN YOU ALLOW YOURSELF TO BE SO BLINDED BY THE MAN WHO IS FUCKING YOUR SISTER?” h screamed in response, “HE CAME LOOKING FOR OUR CHILD!  I GREW UP WITH HIM.  I KNOW THE TYPE OF RULER HE I-“

But he was promptly cut off when Jennifer slapped him hard across the face. 

“You don’t have to like him, you ass, but you don’t go burning down his kingdom because you’re feeling threatened.”

Nick’s jaw tensed as he glared at his wife, “I’m not threatened…”

“Listen to yourself,” she scoffed again, “you brought in an assassin to go after him.  You attacked his village and burned it to the ground.  You’re the one starting a war here, not him!”

“No…no…it is all a ploy…he’ll come after us!” Nick said wildly, “we have to think of our kingdom, Jennifer.  Of the boys.  It’ll only be a matter of time until Jefferson joins in.  We have to hit them too!”

“You’re insane…”

“I’m thinking about you and the boys, Jennifer.”

“You’re thinking about yourself…and your paranoia.  And your own ambitions!” she answered, “and we’re not here for it.”

“My lord…”

“Not now!” Nick growled, glaring at the guard who had shown up at the door to his chambers.

“We’ve found a spy, my lord!” the guard replied, not bothered by the fact that he was interrupting the conversation between Jennifer and Nick.  He tossed down a woodland dagger that was fitted with intricate detailing on the wooden handle and ivy etchings along the blade, “the woodland nymphs aren’t hiding in the shadows now that news is out about the water kingdom.”

Nick’s nostrils flared as he stared at the weaponry, “where did you find this?”

“Deep within the mountain…Antara and Vulcani found it on their patrols…”

Nick turned towards his wife, a wild look in his eyes, “do you wish to discredit me now, wife?  Because we have either a traitor or infiltrator somewhere in this mountain.”

Jennifer felt worry creeping into her bones as she stared at the blade.  Her gaze turned back to the two bassinets where her hatchlings were sleeping. 

“My lord?”

“Well?” Nick asked teasingly to his wife, “what is it that you’ll have me do, my queen?”

“This war is your fault, Nick,” she spat, tears lining her eyes as she tore them away from her boys and looked towards her husband, “you started it…so you take care of it…but if anyone from my family dies…it’s because of you and you alone.  That blood is on your hands.”

“I don’t care!  Turn them away!”

Jefferson’s throat tightened as he looked at the disheveled looking water nymphs who stood in front of his guards.

“Have any of them committed any crimes?” he asked, over the microphone, ignoring his wife’s disapproving comments.

The guards turned back to the nymphs and began to question them once more.  Jefferson looked back to his pregnant wife. 

“Sam-“

“Don’t touch me,” she spat, pushing herself away from him.  Jefferson frowned, feeling the anger across their bond.  She held her stomach and turned towards him after a minute, “you don’t care about us at all, do you?”

“Wh-what?  How could you say that?” he asked, “I’ve done everything that you’ve asked of me.  I made sure our walls were fortified once you found out you were pregnant.  We’re married and mated per your customs and mine.  You’re the queen of the woodland nymphs.  I made sure our home is bigger and more well-equipped to handle our future children-“

“But you let those…things in.”

Jefferson frowned, “they are our subjects, Sa-“

“They aren’t!” she hissed, “you’re spreading the kingdom too thin by letting every refugee that wants to come in have a seat at the table.”

“They are still nymphs and beings that are alive!” he justified, “and I will not turn someone away who has done no wrong so that I-“

“We are suffering because of you!” she spat, glaring at him. 

“No crimes my king!”

“What would you have me do then, my love?” he asked painfully, not daring to look back to the guards or the camera until his wife let him, “say it and I’ll do it…”

“Shut down the kingdom!” she said firmly.  “our subjects are not free to traipse about anymore…not until this war is over.”

“Samanth-“

“And I want these refugees heads on spikes!” she continued, cutting him off with a deathly glare, “I want everyone to know that we aren’t to be played, Jefferson!”

“But Samanth-“

“You said…whatever I wanted.”

Jefferson looked nervously back to the camera that showed his guard who was awaiting his instructions.  Behind the guard he could see them.  Only about eight or so people, but they didn’t look like a threat.  They had come to his gates for help.

“Jefferson…”

“There are children…”he said helplessly, looking back to his wife.

“I want their heads…show me that you can protect me, mate…” she said slowly, “show me that you can protect our future children…”

Chapter 21

Tag List:  @lohnes16, @dontbescaredtosingalong, @teambarnes72

[lilzyex]

Bloodstains of a past life ₊˚🕯️♱‧₊˚. M.S (chapter 2)

IN WHICH

Julia went to a bonfire party where she met a sort of strange set of triplets. She never heard their name before. Never even saw their face, but they felt so familiar. Everyone around them knew them well. Even her closest friends which was weird. They never talked about them. But now it seems as if they attended her high school for years.

(A/N SORRY FOR THE LATE POST I WAS REALLY BUSY also. I’m writing another fanfic I CANT STICK TO ONLY ONE LMAOO BUT ILL BE POSTING BOTH OF THEM BC IM CHAOTIC ASF.)

My vision was blurry as I ran through the forest. I ran for what felt like decades without stopping but I didn’t feel tired. Suddenly I stopped running against my will. I looked around and my vision felt so real. But my body didn’t. I saw a black figure walk towards me and horror flushed through my face that I couldn’t see. Matt was standing infront of me but something was terribly wrong about him. Blood was leaking from his mouth, unsure whose it was. When he opened his mouth two of his teeth were abnormal. I tried to run. I tried to scream. I couldn’t do anything.

Suddenly I wake up in my room, my breathing was heavy as I looked around my dark room. I quickly turned on my light and still my surroundings and vision were blurry.

My mom came into my room. “Honey is everything okay?.” She asked with a concerned look on her face. “Yeah.” I answer palming my face “why are you in my room what’s going on?” I look on my bedside table to look what’s the time and before I could my mom said

“Honey how do you know you’re in a dream?” She asked with a weird tone.

“I don’t know?.” I say

“You have more fingers. Remember that. Mary. ” She said smiling

I look over to my fingers counting them.

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

11.

12.

13.

14.

I quickly woke up again this time it was 7 in the morning the sun was up as I gasped for air.

“Fucking hell.” I quickly looked at my fingers and saw that they were normal. I looked around my room and my vision wasn’t blurry anymore.

I quickly got ready for school and came downstairs.

My mom was watching the news with horror on her face “mom? Is everything okay?” I ask my voice trembling still scared after the dreams I’ve had “they found a girl in the woods. Dead.” She said.

“Who is it?” I ask concerned I take a closer look to the news and realise.

It’s the girl from friday night. “Mom she goes to my school.” I say my jaw dropped “how did she die?” I ask

“They think it was an animal attack. She got bit multiple times in her neck. Poor girl.”

Fuck no. I stood there with fear.

The bitten Mary story. Why is everyone calling me Mary. First Matt then my mom in my dream. My thoughts were racing in my head.

What is going on.

I realised I need to get more information out of those triplets. Something isn’t right with them. How come people act as if they knew them for years. And why do weird stuff keep on happening to me ever since I’ve heard their name for the first time. Or was it even the first time?.

“I’m gonna go to school…” I mumble to my mom as I slowly leave the house “be careful Julia.”

Chris closed his locker and flinched to the sight of Julia standing right next to his locker

“Right your gonna tell me who the fuck are you.” Julia said furiously

Chris eyebrows scrunched up as he chuckled “what are you even talking about?”

“Don’t play fucking dumb how does everyone know you and what on earth is happening” I say grabbing his arm when he wanted to walk away

“I go to this school??? And what do you mean what’s happening?” He said “the girl. She fucking died.”

“Which girl?”

“The one who went in the forest?” I yelled

“I don’t know. Probably bitten Mary.” He teased me. Chris looked me up and down and said “look. I don’t know what’s your problem with me Matt and nick. But we didn’t do anything to you. So I don’t know what this lunatic bullshit is about.” Chris said as he left me standing next to his locker feeling a little bit guilty.

Am I really being a lunatic? But something just isn’t right I know it.

The bell rang. And I walked to my first class. Still unable to comprehend everything.

(IM SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT IM TIRED. )

[adelha-mathilde]

Words of Love (Trigun Modern AU) fanfic

content: Vash and Wolfwood have a moment to reflect on the past as their room mate listens in. With them assuring each other they are stuck together for life. Established relationships, casual talk, serious relationship talk, affection and fluff. One kiss and a couple hugs.

Adelha watched from the kitchen as Vash walked up behind Wolfwood. The gruff bear of a man currently grousing at his phone to then toss it onto the recliner. But then Vash wrapped his arm around Wolfwood to nuzzle his face into that messy black hair. Making Wolfwood huff before he reached up to pat Vash on the face. "Yeah yeah. Hi to you, too." But then Vash leaned back for their eyes to meet as the moment got quiet with expectation. Which Adelha took note of to gaze at her two room mates. Vash looking at Wolfwood with so much love. His words full of so many emotions. "Whenever you need me. I'm right here. Even if you try to maul me to death or shoot me full of holes. I love you, Nick."

Wolfwood blinked to look so vulnerable and shocked. Then Vash leaned down to place a chaste kiss to Wolfwood's lips. One that was quick but full of meaning. Leaving Wolfwood open as the broad man eased out of his tension to look wistful yet happy. "I know. Hell. I wouldn't be here if you hadn't... Meddled with my whole life to all but rip me out of my shit past and into something else. Love you right back, you absolute pain in my ass." Vash chuckled to then frown. His eyes holding conflict as he asked, "Do you regret that we didn't work out? That us as lovers wasn't possible?" Wolfwood thought on that to then shrug a shoulder as he spoke up. "Yes and no. We tried to make it work. Being stupid horny dumbasses didn't help. But I know you tried. So I gave it my all. But I think it just means that the feelings we have just don't fit that kind of dynamic."

Vash thought about that to then sniffle. His eyes containing tears that trekked down his face for Wolfwood to reach both hands up and wipe those tears away. A smile there on Wolfwood's face for him to speak further. "Hey, you dork. Nothing to cry over. We lived and loved and learned to still be here. That is what matters, Vash. Don't let the what if's eat at you. You got enough scars on that soft ticker already. Just make sure your heart goes to someone we both know will love you unconditionally. I intend to do the same. So ease up."

The blonde nodded to stand up straight and head to the kitchen to grab a tissue. Which ended up in Vash jumping with a yelp when he finally noticed Adelha standing there. Her gaze gentle and warm for her to step forwards and dab at his face with her handkerchief. Her words full of sweet affection. "Oh my. Vash. You didn't stub your toe on the coffee table again, did you? Honey. It's okay. Just focus on breathing and I'll get you cleaned up." Wolfwood tensed on the couch when he heard Adelha speak up to then catch the easy out she offered. "He didn't stub his toes on that evil piece of sadistic wood you call a coffee table. We just had a delicate talk about the past." Adelha saw to Vash's tears to then have him sit at the kitchen bar counter. Her words gentle as she fetches the tea kettle. "So I don't have to worry over you tossing that evil thing out my back door. At least not yet. Nicholas. We all know I heard everything. So I will agree to your request about how to move forwards. Just be aware. Either one of you bring home someone I deem as unworthy of your priceless hearts, I will toss them out the door and lecture both of you about making good choices. Understood?"

Vash felt himself relax to smile at Adelha as she got to making tea. While Wolfwood gave a barked laugh from where he was still lounging on the couch. The broad man rubbing a hand to his face as he snickered. "Right. Your warning has been duly noted and filed, Delly. Hence why your cousin Verne didn't bring us back here that one night she took me clubbing?" Adelha gave a huff to soon toss a soft chew toy that had been left on the kitchen counter for it to go flying. Bouncing right off of Wolfwood's head for him to yelp in surprise as he automatically caught the projectile. His laugh soon sounding out as Adelha fumes over this information. "So that why you never came home that night! Nicholas D. Wolfwood! Unless you plan on getting scorched by a wild woman who can drink anyone under the table, do not tempt fate!"

Vash gave a sigh as he noted out loud, "Oh he knows. Since Verne already invited him to travel around Germany with her on that gorgeous motorcycle she has." Adelha thinks on that to heave a long sigh of air. "That would mean you would be gone for three months at minimum. As well as you getting a passport and a duffel bag to hold some clothes. So then. Are we getting those for you?" Wolfwood chuckled to get up and walk to the kitchen. His arm going around Adelha to give her a squeeze before he answers. "Not yet. I still think I should take the green haired vixen to an actual date activity before that. Like a trip to the amusement park or a boat ride including a meal." Adelha hums at this to then turn and place a kiss to Wolfwood's cheek. Which had him smile as she told them both with absolute love, "I still intend to keep you. Both of you. I refuse to give up my most priceless treasures for any reason. So you are stuck with me in your life no matter what comes next." Wolfwood sighed as Vash openly snickered to say with pure happiness, "Okay. As long as we get to keep you."

[madsthebat]

“Thunder only happens when it’s raining”

Welcome to my blog! You can call me Mads, Circe, Pearl, or Finn. I’m 21, and use She/Her pronouns.

Welcome to my main blog!

🍁 My interests:

Hatchetverse

Epic the Musical

Team Starkid (TTO, Twisted, HMB)

Spies Are Forever

Gravity Falls

A lotta different books

Beetlejuice (movies and musical), Heathers (movie and musical)

Will Wood, Noah Kahan, Hozier, Fleetwood Mac, Stevie Nicks, Queen, David Bowie, much more

Dark academia, goblincore, cottagecore, forestcore

Mycology, nature photography, foraging

Cooking, coffee, drink making

Sharks, marine biology, cryptozoology

🍁 My tags:

#moots my beloved - anything involving my mutuals!

#madsy rambles - often just my thoughts on things, can be rants

#madsy going feral - POSITIVE HYPERFIX STUFF

#apple pie - Miss Holloway x Wilbur Cross ship tag!

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#barnes sisters - Tag for my headcanon that Karen Chasity and Becky Barnes are sisters!

🍁 BYF:

I am an SFW blog! No NSFW! Implied is okay, but no explicit things.

I block liberally. DNIs don’t really work, so don’t be awful.

I am NOT PROSHIP. Anything with a minor x an adult, inc3st, etc in any positive light will get you blocked.

Moots, please tag anything Hey, Melissa! related with #madsy hide

Tonetags are appreciated!! I’m autistic, so I don’t get tone all the time!

I DO NOT support Robert Manion! That being said, his performance of certain characters (Namely Hidgens and Ethan) are some of my favorites, so you may see that on the blog! I will do my best to tag all posts with Robert as #tw robert manion

🍁 My blogs:

@thehatchettownchronicles - My fanfic/Hatchetblr blog

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@the-bastards-kid - My child of Tinky OC RP blog

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@midsummernightsdarla - My Hatchetfield Tinky Prophet OC RP blog

@your-annual-entrepreneur - My Frank Pricely RP blog

@uncle-wiley-and-co - My Wilbur Cross & Apple Pie Fankid OC TP blog

no i will not be accepting questions about why i have so many hatchetfield blogs

[l56895]

Get to know your fanfic writer

Thanks @jamilas-pen for the tag!

When did you post your first ever fanfic?

It would have been some time in early 2005 on Fanfiction.net

I’d essentially been writing fanfiction in notebooks in the 90s but before then our computer was in a shared computer room and we had 30 minutes of dial up allowance per sibling per day so I never browsed the internet enough to understand what fanfiction was and that people would want to read things. I was just having fun!

Then Livejournal (and later AO3) happened and the rest, as they say, was history.

First Character(s) you wrote for?

Ash and Misty in Pokémon (largely unpublished and just for fun until 2007) and then my first published fanfic was for Paine and Nooj from Final Fantasy X-2

Main character(s) you’re currently writing for:

I do still love a bit of Pokémon fanfiction. But mainly nowadays I’m writing David/Patrick (Schitt’s Creek), Nick/Charlie (Heartstopper) and, occasionally, Tim/Lucy (The Rookie). I’m also working through a very long (for me) story based on a series of books I read as a child (Animal Ark) so we can add Mandy Hope and James Hunter to the list even if I take massive hiatuses on it.

I have severe ADHD though so I tend to be very flighty with fandoms. The ones that have stuck around are ones that I have essentially trauma bonded myself to (I can date my periods of stress to when a particular piece of media came out because I’m still obsessed with it decades later!)

Character(s) you haven’t written about before but plan on writing about soon:

I’m not sure there are any… I tend to just throw myself in!

EDIT: I never did write the Basil/Polly Fawlty Towers fic I outlined in 2010 while camping at work when I was snowed in. I have also considered writing a Daphne/Niles Frasier fic but have never got round to it. Because I am 50 at heart.

Fandom(s) you’re currently writing for:

Schitt’s Creek

Heartstopper

Pokémon

Animal Ark

Platonic pairing(s) you currently write for:

I don’t tend to write a lot of platonic stuff. I did enjoy recently writing Patrick Brewer & Ronnie. I have also been known to write tiny snippet stories set in the Discworld and they always involve something platonic.

Romantic pairing(s) you currently write for:

Nick/Charlie

David/Patrick

Ash/Misty

James Hunter/Mandy Hope

Your top 3 tags on AO3 (if you post your works on AO3):

Friends to lovers

Canon compliant

Drabble

Your current platform where you post your works:

AO3

Post something from a wip:

I’m stuck on a scene that needs to go between the most recently published one and this one so have a random scene from the Animal Ark fanfiction that I am writing purely for my own enjoyment:

The photo he had landed on was one she hadn't seen in years; she remembered when she flicked through the facebook album when they got home that it hadn't even registered as something she should dwell on, the trip had been full of too much safari excitement. But now… she dwelled. The two of them were sat, questionably close, on a bed in a wood panelled hotel room; his chin propped up on her shoulder as they read a book together- the title had been lost to memory- and his arm braced behind her. She remembered a kid from their travel party, young and excitable like she had once been, taking the photo before either of them realised she was there and it ending up nestled in a photo album that was otherwise posed and purposeful. A little secret anomaly. After, when the flash had made them jump and they broke apart, she remembered the feeling of guilt, of being caught in the act of something that she couldn't quite identify. He hadn't ever come away with them again, life had got busier, and she never told him about the hot, quivering feeling that had overtaken her in the seconds before they were interrupted. How, if he had come just a little closer, she would have closed the gap and kissed him. It would have been a first for both of them, and it would have been clumsy and awkward, but she would have done it without a moment’s hesitation if she hadn't been startled by that camera. She had forgotten about it, truthfully, for a long time, but now the memory of that unfamiliar heat rising up in came flooding back when he stepped closer to her.

And, just in case, another from a little Heartstopper scene I started in lieu of getting up and doing anything productive at 8am this morning:

Charlie’s voice, more like music in his ear than the sounds he had just created, played somewhere nearby. Close, but not close enough until he stepped forward and peered down at Nick. From this angle, the glow of the neon sign cast shadows across the angles of his face; highlighted the fullness of his lips in a way that made Nick feel hot. He looked away, tried to inject something that would sound like humour in to his voice.

“I’m trying!”

“Here, budge up, let me help.”

I always feel awkward about tagging anyone so, I tag anyone who wants to answer!