#originial fic

[reallyromealone]

Title: healer

Fandom: naruto

Characters: akatsuki

Fic type: omegaverse

Pairings:

Warnings: male reader, reader insert, omegaverse, readers smart

Notes:

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(Name) Hummed quietly to themselves while carefully wrapping gauze around the alphas midsection that they had just stitched up. Handing was a cleaned akatsuki uniform, stitched and sewn back up like new, (name) didn't really know what the uniform symbolised but it was clearly important and they wouldn't want the unconscious man to worry about it.

(Name) Lived alone in these woods, the ability to heal the worst of wounds and this one was no different.

"No clue what fight you got yourself into but you sure made it out barely...." (Name) Joked to the unconscious person while finishing up 'no clue when they will wake up.... Should probably make dinner...' (name) thought while going to their small kitchen to make a meal, enough for two people... Just in case.

Itachi woke to the smell of an Omega and stew, sitting up with a groan and looking to see he was bandaged up... Quite well actually.

"Don't sit up too fast! You could pop a stitch!" A voice called from the other room and Itachi looked for his belongings to find them neatly beside him and his coat hung and fixed. An Omega walked into the room with a tray, a bowl and a glass filled with what was assumed to be juice "you were out for a while! Didn't know when you would wake up.." (name) chuckled nervously while setting the tray on the coffee table "how do you feel? You were pretty messed up ... My healing could only do so much so I had to do the rest manually"

Itachi just stared at the other who smiled happily before a look of realization crossed them 'must realize who I am affiliated wi--' "I forgot to introduce myself! I'm (name)!" The Omega bowed slightly before looking up sheepishly, Itachi sat there stunned before getting up "thank you for your assistance" he said simply while grabbing his belongings, (name) looking concerned "do you have anyone to call? I have a telephone..." It was an old one, nothing like the the newer cell phones but it did it's job!

"That won't be needed"

"Well... Here! Take this!" (Name) Rushed out into the kitchen and returned with origini, wrapped and all cute "I keep these on hand for snacks... Please keep safe"

Why was this Omega so kind? To someone they didn't know?

Itachi didn't know what to make of it but decided to just leave, rice ball in hand.

"This is real good! Where did ya get this?" Deidara asked while finishing the rice ball, Itachi resting with a sigh "some Omega who healed me" he grumbled and hidan raised an eyebrow "an Omega did that? What some high ranking ninja?"

"No, just some Omega in the woods"

"Whoever that Omega was, they have healing abilities like nothing I ever seen..." The older man said simply while glancing at the others exposed stitches, he saw how fucked up the other alpha looked, that omega was powerful.

"Hm?" (Name) Was reading some books they got from town a a couple kilometers from the woods they resided in when a knock at the door pulled them out from their world of imagination. Walking to the door, they weren't expecting to see that alpha again or others dressed like him "oh you're back! You forget anything?" (Name) Asked curiously and glanced at their mid section "you left before I could give you cream to help... Hopefully it healed nicely!"

"This is the Omega that healed you? This is them?" Deidara laughed in disbelief while (name) looked confused, a large group of alphas coming and just laughing, then konan felt it...

The omegas Chakra.

"We require your assistance, one of our members is gravely injured" she lied, (name) looking concerned "sure! Let me get my bag!" The alphas stepped in while (name) went to their room to go grab their belongings.

But (name) knew better than to trust a large group of alphas even if they were incredibly attractive.

So they used what they were taught by their grandpa and slipped out, a secret door in their closet.

'nope, not today' (name) thought while they sneaked away.

Knowing a few Jitsu really helped in a punch....

[wordsarelife]

—how you get the girl 

pairing: jj maybank x fem!routledge!reader

summary: the pogues don’t seem to be on the same page at dealing with your break up

warnings: cussing, fighting

notes: this was originially planned as my get him back fic for the guts masterlist, but i realised, that it didn't really fit the theme, so i just finished it differently lol

chaotic is my favorite type of genre... so enjoy!!!

"shit" kiara bend down and grabbed the book that just came flying out of the window

"oh they aren't done yet" said pope, outstretching his hand and catching another flying book.

"should we.. say something?" sarah looked at her friends questingly

"hell nah" john b shook his head

"this is just normal behaviour for them" kie let herself fall down in the lounge chair

"normal?" asked sarah, before she screeched in shock, diving out of the way before the shoe could hit her

"yeah" shrugged pope "we're used to this by now"

"aren't you like scared that you sister will get hurt?" sarah turned her head to john b, who just shrugged

"she's the one throwing things"

"o-kay" sarah sat down beneath the window in the hope to not get hit with anything "i'm sorry that i'm just grasping that now, but aren't they like in a happy relationship? why don't they just break up if they don't get along?"

"they never break up" said kiara "they don't fight often, but when they do, it's over"

"believe me, you don't want to be near them when it happens" john b exchanged a look with pope "one time pope accidently walked in on them fighting and y/n screamed at him"

"she's worse than my mother" said pope and he looked like he was having war flashbacks

"he cried" concluded kiara

"oh wow" sarah nodded, slowly understanding what was going on

the group stopped talking as the door got opened and jj and y/n stepped outside.

"hey guys!" kiara smiled innocently and sarah quickly noticed that it was best to act as if they didn't hear what had been going on "how are you both?"

"oh just fine" you said, smiling at your friends "jj and i broke up"

"you did what?" john b leaned forward and kiara mirrored his shocked facial expression

"so.. this is not normal, yeah?" whispered sarah, leaning over to pope

"eh, this never happened before" replied pope while not taking his eyes off of the broken up couple, watching them like a hawk

"we decided that it would be best if we ended things" jj said shrugging "it's as simple as that"

"simple?" asked kiara and she looked like her eye was twitching

"yes..?" you asked, not quiet grasping why everyone was so upset about your break up

"you've been dating for the past four years" john b flailed his arms dramatically "you can't just break up!"

"of course we can" you argued "because we just did"

jj looked at the time on his phone, before he held it up in your direction. "it's half past two"

"alright" you stood up and followed jj off the patio

"wait, where are you going?" kiara looked between you both and the rest of your friends

"i'll take her to work and then help my cousin in the workshop"

no one said a word at that and you guys left.

pope looked between his friends, shock still evident on his face. "so this is the new normal?" he whispered

"relax, they can't hear you" sarah laughed and all eyes went to her. none of the other found anything remotely funny in that moment

"i jinxed it" murmured kiara "i told sarah that they never break up and look where it's gotten us"

"why do you freak out about this?" asked sarah confused "i mean, of course it's sad, but if they say it's for the better?"

"uncharted territory, baby" john b declared dramatically

"yeah" kiara nodded "they are happy for a long time, then they have a big fight, they make up, which is disgusting, but works and then.. rinse and repeat"

"you got used to them dating so we can just get used to them.. not dating, right?" sarah questioned

"it's not this easy" kiara shook her head

"yeah, they've been together since puberty started and i think that had a big impact on who they are now" john b explained

"that's ridiculous" sarah laughed "she's your sister, you know her better than anyone"

"i knew her when she was dating jj and before that when she was pining after jj" john b gasped "i don't think i know her without him in the picture"

"john b" sarah sighed. she couldn't really believe what was going on right now. the pogues had always been pretty chill and normal, well obviously not when it came to the dating life of their friends

"he's right" pope said, interrupting sarah's train of thought. "you know jj and y/n, sarah. they are pretty unpredictable, but while they were together they would calm each other down"

"now they are like two wandering fire hazards" kiara exclaimed

"okay" sarah sighed "when you're so worried" she thought for a second "why don't we split up and watch them until they are done with the break up and hopefully not co-dependent anymore"

"pope?" john b turned to the boy

"it could work" pope nodded "as long as we keep possible outbreaks to a down low and maybe keep them away from each other, no one will get hurt"

"you're talking as if they would actually errupt like a volcano"

"we aren't joking, sarah" kie looked to the boys "the week before they started dating, the chateau nearly burned down"

sarah just nodded silently, not quiet believing what she was hearing, she would change her mind pretty quickly

sarah and kie drove to the ice cream shop you were working at, while pope and john b watched visited jj at his cousin's workshop

"ladies" you smiled as you noticed kie and sarah sitting at a table you served.

"hey girl" kie smiled brightly and sarah send her a confused look, until kie slapped her arm

sarah made a surprised sound, before she quickly said the first thing she could think of "howdy"

you send her a puzzled look, before you left the menu "i'll be back in a few minutes to take your orders" then you left the table still watching them suspiciously

"howdy?" kie asked horrified

"it's the first thing that came to mind"

"this is gonna be a long day" kie murmured "hopefully the boys are better at this than we are"

pope and john b had managed to be even worse

"so..uh single huh?" pope outstretched his arm to lean against the car jj was working on, but underestimated the distance and nearly knocked the mirror off

"relax, okay?" john b whispered

jj got up from under the car "i guess, yeah"

"so how about a tinder account?" before jj could answer pope's question john b had elbowed him in the stomach. pope bend over

"okay, what going on with you? you are acting stranger than usual" jj looked from one to the other

"we're.. adjusting" john b explained

"yeah, you and y/n have been together for forever"

"hhm" jj nodded "we dated a pretty long time"

"yeah, you shouldn't just give up on such a long relationship"

"i don't know guys" jj walked around the car to open the hood "we decided this together and she seemed happy with the decision"

"i bet she's crushed and just didn't want you to know" pope argued

"yeah" john b nodded enthusiastically "you know y/n, she's always trying to be tough. she's with the girls right now, i bet she's feeling horrible"

"i just feel so relived, you know?" you were currently joining sarah and kie at their table while you were on your break. each of you devouring your ice cream.

"you go, girl!" sarah encouraged

"i mean the time we were together was amazing, but i just think we need to let it go"

"do you still love him?" kie asked leaning forward

"i guess" you shrugged "i don't think you can just stop doing that"

"i think you made the right decision" sarah nodded and kie send her a wide eyed look "you should know when a relationship isn't worth staying for"

"you're right" you looked at your phone to check the time "thanks guys, but i need to get back to work" you stood up from the table and walked back into the kitchen

"okay what was that?"

"what?" sarah "i just tried to help"

"by telling her she made the right choice?"

"she didn't?"

"yes…no" kie shook her head "i don't know, okay? what i do know is that it's always been y/n and jj as long as i've known them. they might seem fine, but nothing will ever be the same and they were really great together"

"that might be true, kie" sarah smiled emphatically "but we need to respect our friends decision. and when y/n thinks she made the right one then we have to trust her" kie nodded slowly "we cannot force them to upkeep a relationship, just because we are scared that their break up will destroy the friend group"

"you're right"

after your shift ended you left the shop together with kie and sarah, who had waited for you. "you really didn't have to wait for me" you smiled while you climbed in the backseat of kie's car.

"no problem" kie smiled

"we just want you to know that we're here for you" sarah turned around to look at you "to catch you if you should fall"

"o-kay" you breathed confused "why would that happen exactly?"

"are you kidding?" sarah laughed "you just left a long term relationship, no need to hold back your tears"

"i don't really do crying"

"alright" kie interrupted, before sarah could give you anymore unsolicited advice "let's just get you home"

"so you really think it's worth another shot?" jj stood infront of the flower shop. pope and john b to each side of him

"she will so happy to have you back" john b encouraged

"yeah, bet she's crying her eyes out right now" pope grinned

"bro" john b shook his head at the boy

"y/n doesn't cry" jj said absently his eyes on the yellow chrysanthemums "okay" he nodded "i'll do it"

"there you go brother" john b patted his shoulder while pushing him towards the entry

pope and john b waited outside the shop for jj to return, while jj was being advised by a girl that seemed to be working in the shop. pope snapped a quick picture of jj inside the flower shop and send it to kie

you were sitting on your bed in the chateau, while kie and sarah were preparing snacks for you in the kitchen. they had practically begged to wait in your room.

your eyes flew over the words on your book page, when a sudden sound peeked your interest. it was kie's phone that had just received a message. your curiosity got the better of you and you unlocked the phone.

pope had sent a photo of jj inside a flower shop a cute girl talking to him. your eyes grew big and then you noticed the caption that sealed the deal. how you get the girl

it was almost instantly that tears blurred your vision and you wiped them away in confusion. you turned kie's phone around and got up from the bed, sitting down on the floor in front of it, opening the drawer underneath it.

the drawer was filled with jj's things and memories of your time together. that made you cry even more. you grabbed the first hoodie you could find and pulled it over your head. then you sorted through all the stuff, your bedroom floor quickly being filled with things from your past.

"woah" sarah nearly lost her hold on the bowl of chips as she noticed you on the floor "seems like she does cry" she whispered in kiara's direction

"hey sweetheart" kie sat down on the ground beside you and opened her arms so you could crawl into them

"he's moving on so fast" you cried "i want him to be happy, but not with my favorite taylor swift song"

sarah and kie exchanged a confused look 'what is she talking about?' sarah mouthed, but kie just shrugged

"guys?" john b's voice could be heard from the front door "jj is with us"

the mention of his name made you cry even harder

"could you deal with that?" kie asked and sarah nodded, walking out of the room

"i don't think she should see you right now"

"what's wrong with her?" john b asked worriedly

"she's crying"

"y/n's crying?" jj put the flowers on the kitchen counter and tried to walk around sarah

"yeah" sarah shrugged "we told her the break up was the right thing to do and she seemed fine. but now she's crying her eyes out"

"y/n doesn't cry, sarah" jj seemed serious now

"you told her the break up was the right decision?" john b asked and sarah nodded

"we told jj the opposite" pope whispered loudly

"i can hear you" jj rolled his eyes "can i see her, please?"

sarah stepped aside and jj walked into your bedroom, followed by the rest of your friends

"y/n" he said as he noticed your crying form

you looked up at his voice and jj's heart broke as he noticed your sad expression, but then your face quickly changed. you seemed angrier than any of your friends had ever seen you. you got up and tried to charge at jj, luckily kiara could hold you back just before you were able to hit jj with an uppercut

"woah" jj raised his hands jumping back at your outbreak

"my favorite taylor swift song? really, jj?" you screamed and tried to free yourself from kie, but her hold wouldn't budge

"what are you talking about?" jj screamed back

"the flower shop girl" you cried "you obviously moved on quicker than i did"

jj send a panicked look in his friends direction. “how do you know about the flower shop?”

“so you admit to flirting with her?”

“no?” jj asked baffled “so?” he urged

“i read a text pope send to kie” you shamefully admitted, reaching for the phone on the bed and holding it in jj’s direction.

his eyes flew over the display quickly, looking at the photo and reading the caption. “how you get the girl, pope? really?��� he was as angry as you had been a second ago and could now totally understand how you had misinterpreted the photo without it’s context

pope looked guilty. “he was getting flowers for you, y/n!” he tried to explain “i just took a photo without context but i was hinting the song at jj getting you back! you have to believe me”

you looked at the boy and saw the sincerity in his eyes. “i do” you nodded “where are they?” you turned your head at jj

“where is who?”

“the flowers” you rolled your eyes but he could see a smile forming on your face

“they’re in the kitchen”

you followed him out of the room, where he presented you with the flowers. “you got yellow chrysanthemums for me?” you said softly tears welling up in your eyes again

“i think you permanently changed her” he joked to pope, who smiled uncomfortably. jj turned back to you “of course baby, i would do anything if i can get you back. breaking up was the dumbest decision ever, don’t you think?”

“yeah” you laughed. “broke your heart i’ll put it back together” you whispered, leaning your forehead against his.

“i would wait forever and ever” jj smiled, and then he kissed you and all was well.

“and that, my friends, is how you get the girl” said sarah, crossing her arms happily, all while she ignored her friends protests at her not really seeing the importance of the situation like they had all begged her to at first. instead she just watched y/n and jj kiss and smile at each other.

[clonemedickix]

Thank you for giving him a spotlight!!! Primer is the best (in my opinion, of course!)

hey howdy hey, may we get some first kiss goodness with Primer with the prompt "the first initial kiss being a simple peck, then they immediately go back in for a stronger, more passionate one." 🥺💙

Hey there!! This is my first time writing from the x reader perspective, so bear with me, but here is a little blurb of a first kiss with Primer 💕

Rating: M

Word count: 890

Pairing: Lieutenant Primer x Reader

Warnings: clone first kiss, mention of adult alcoholic beverage imbibing, mention of being at a bar, otherwise alllll fluff

You’d met the somewhat aloof Dragon Company commander at 79’s one night, when they were back on shore leave from their latest mission. The Dragons were a mysterious group; whispers would follow them as they passed by, their black armor with gold accents making them stand out darkly in the crowd of clones. They all wore kamas, but only the Lieutenant bore a single pauldron over his left shoulder, the dragon on his right shoulder guard proudly displayed for all to see. He had a small tattoo on his right temple, with a slightly elongated, forked scar on his right cheek that made him look weathered and experienced.

As he was alone, you took the chance to slide quietly up next to him at the bar, your eyes on his handsome profile as he studied the drink before him. He glanced over at you, noticing your proximity, and when he realized whom he was looking at, Primer smiled. He had a beautiful, endearing smile that always reached his warm, rich brown eyes. You couldn’t help but smile back.

“Well, hello. What brings you here tonight,” he said happily.

“I fancied a little dancing and loud music,” you replied with a smile.

“That’s a fair enough reason. How about I satisfy that urge to dance right now?,” Primer said, offering a hand and stepping back from the bar slightly. You smile even brighter, taking the warm, tan hand and letting him lead you to the dance floor.

Primer was a good dancer, but an even better singer. As he moved with you across the floor, he sang along with the lyrics smoothly, and you delighted to hear his rich baritone voice keep harmony with the words. The bar lights strobed along with the music, making the flash and sheen of clothes, bright eyes and smiling mouths appear and disappear in a blur as Primer twirled you around the space along with the other clones and their dates. It was strange, but you felt completely alone with him, the only two people in the world at that moment.

After dancing for a solid hour and enjoying every second, Primer led you back to the bar for a drink. This time he pulled you to the end, near the back wall of the bar. It was darker here, a little more private and subdued. You could actually hear him speak without shouting. You made small talk, laughing at small jokes and enjoying watching the light play across the high cheekbones of his handsome face. You found your gaze drawn to his full bottom lip as he spoke, distracted at the thought of how it might feel to press your own lips to his. Suddenly, you realized Primer had stopped speaking for some time, and was looking at you with a mixture of amusement, curiosity and want.

He leaned into your space carefully, his eyes leaving your own lips to stare into your blue eyes. As he moved closer, you could smell the scent of his clean skin, the soap he washed with, the faint tang of his alcoholic drink on his breath. You felt his lips brush against yours briefly, the lightest pressure of the soft skin touching yours in a light peck, then he drew back as if to ask, ‘Is this okay?’ Primer could see the hunger in your own eyes, the confirmation of your own wish, and he immediately moved back in to kiss you once more, a strong, passionate gesture of feelings deep within his heart.

The sensation of his soft, full lips crushed to yours took your breath away, and you pressed back into him, feeling his lips part, as the tip of his tongue brushed your top lip. The tips of his fingers brushed your shoulder, then traced up your neck to your cheek, cupping your jaw carefully. Your lips parted and you slipped your own tongue over his, the kiss deepening to one of sweet exploration and tenderness, a perfect first kiss.

When the two of you finally parted, you stared into his deep liquid brown eyes, studying the flecks of amber and gold that reflected in the shine and glitter of the bar lights. You smiled, watching him, hoping there would be more kisses like that to come. Primer returned your smile, his hand covering yours resting on the bar. He looked like he wanted to speak, perhaps ask you something, but he hesitated for a moment. You did your best to look encouragingly back at him, waiting to hear what you hoped might be an invitation for more time with him.

His face broke into a rueful, slightly shy one sided grin and he finally squeezed your hand lightly. “Wanna get out of this joint? Walk with me for a while?”

“Lead the way! So long as you promise to kiss me again like that..,” you replied with a smile.

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Dividers by @dystopicjumpsuit

[leynaeithnea]

When you sit down to write something what is the kick starter that gives you the inspiration and what keeps you going while writing?

Heyo

Mmhmm, It sort of depends I think

For my originial stories (that i dont tend to be able to finish but lets ignore that for now) its usually a piece of dialogue, or an image popping up in my mind that i want to build a story around, rereading my intial notes and making pinterest boards; playlists etc etc usually helps me get interested and excited about the projects again (but instruggle with themes & worldbuilding for my og stories usually so I keep getting stuck)

However when it comes to fanfiction (which i just started again recently) its different

There I usually want to explore my favorite topics for writing (angst & hurt/comfort, dealing with trauma in some form)

And then look deeper into the characters minds

For example my Ody/Dio fic started out as simple "how does the trojan war affect ody?" As well as getting a bit inspired by the lyrics of Epic "all i hear are screams, everytime i dare to close my eyes", as well as some suggestions i got from some tumblr users (being so on edge from having to keep your guard up, that you draw a knife on a friend) and from there on it kind of developed on its own, with my only plan being there ending up being some spice for the fun of it (espeically for my iliad/odyssey fics rn like trying to stay as close to the sources as i can, within the framework of my story idea, eg. Its definitely not aligning with the iliad that dio and ody had an type of romantic/sexual relationship, but they have an interesting dynamic that is fun to explore, so in my story its not necessarily that its the type of "love" between them as would be expected today for people to have an intimate relationship like that, but its a twisted way of making it both the longing from being away from home, the shared weight of responsibility of a goddess attention on you and some more intense interpersonal feelings between them that are quite complex, i suppose i mixed odyssey odysseus and the more "emotional" odysseus we get in epic (that being said odyssey odysseus is not rly LESS emotional by any means (maybe contrary even), but theres more room for interpretation for whats going on in his head/his exact motivations for his actions are often something we can interpret, but not KNOW for sure

So i love exploring these interpretations and letting the parts i like from epic flow into them at times

So all of that kind of develops while writing and is something that then motivates me to carry on and explore another new aspect (first it was just "all i hear are screams" but in troy, then it was odysseus and diomedes "would-be" relationship, and by the end there was also a hint of "what it means to live up to the expectations of a goddess")

For my Ogygia story my desire was to have a retelling of the story that goes more into detail what happened during those 7 years that blends epic and the odyssey again (sticking more to the odyssey and adding in epic when it fits), because from the stories ive read there was always some lines in the odyssey that go unexplored or i dont like the interpretation on

For example "She pleased him no more", something that i probably adapted from your analysis on it iirc?, that initially she treated him nicely, but became more pushy over time only, or the emphasis in the odyssey that the reason ody couldnt leave was that he has no ship or crew (and calypso only helps him/gives her blessing for him to build his raft after Hermes told her so) as well as the lines between calyspo and hermes when she argues that the gods can keep themselves lovers but shes forced to give away hers, all of those (and a good bunch more) were aspects i wanted to explore there and kept motivating me to continue!

So its rly about exploring some aspects deeper through writing it, with giving them a bit of a personal flavor i suppose, those are rarely avoidable :)

Hope that answers the question and makes sense ^^"

[bigalockwood]

20 Questions For Fic Writers

Thanks @sunshine-rudberg for tagging me <3333

How many works do you have on Ao3?

7!

What's your total Ao3 word count?

175,665

What fandoms do you write for?

Young Royals. I used to write for other fandoms ages ago, but have no interest to write for any others right now.

Top five fics by kudos

(The results to this are kinda skewed, because I started posting my stories for users only after Royally Whipped, which drastically influences nr. of hits and kudos).

Royally Whipped

we'll make a home on the cracks (glowing review)

Simon Eriksson hates breeches

All Is Fair In Love and Secret Santa

arm-biting (vindictively)

Do you respond to comments?

I try my hardest, but when I was writing Royally Whipped I was insanely busy and got super behind on replying. So now I have a mountain of comments waiting for me to reply to . I'm trying my best to go through them and keep up with the comments coming in because of should've said no.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

No angsty endings for me. I guess in terms of what was angsty until close to the end, it would have to be glowing review.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Royally Whipped, I'd say. Season 3 completely derailed my plans for that one, so it's much less angsty than originially planned.

Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet. But I guess there's always first time for everything, right?

Do you write smut?

So far, no. Just weirdly suggestive scenes.

Craziest crossover:

Never written one.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of. Hope it doesn't ever happen, either.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope! (As far as I know, at least.)

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

In an old fandom, yes. It was fun but also super messy and definitely far from my best work.

All time favourite ship?

Wilmon! No one does it like them.

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

There's a bunch of stuff in my drafts, but most of those are just rouch ideas or random scenes. So no WIP. I'm usually very good at finishing them (though there is an abandoned twilight fanfiction on another website, but I'm not touching that one with a ten-foot pole).

What are your writing strengths?

Questions like that always throw me off, because I genuinely don't know. But I think I'm pretty good at coming up with metaphors for my characters feelings that are hopefully not too cringy to read.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I ramble. A lot. Other writers could probably tell my stories in three chapters and be done. I'm unable to do that. Also too many details in general. Pretty sure I overuse and repeat certain words all the time. Generally just don't know how to make anything concise.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I don't mind it when reading fanfic (actually barely notice), but personally choose not to use it. If the story is set in Sweden, then imo they're already speaking Swedish with each other, so no need to have them say Swedish words.

First fandom you wrote in?

Twilight lmao

Favourite fic you've written?

You're asking me to decide between my children??? Okay, I'll give it a shot. I think Royally Whipped will always have a special place in my heart because I wrote it in such a chaotic phase of my life. But I also really, really love Simon Eriksson hates breeches (I think it's very funny ngl) and had the best time writing glowing review.

No pressure tags @hergrandplan, @wilmonsfolklore, @gulliblelemon, @nerdyfangirl76, @iwouldnevergetintofanfic & anyone else who wants to do this (I could tag so many amazing people, but I have no idea who's already been tagged, other than those along side me)!

[ultfreakme]

when I tell you I DEVOURED your "Veer the Tides" fic and omfgfgfgf I absolutely LOVE IT!!!!! I swear to god that fic is literally MADE FOR ME LMAOO because every single thing that you put into it (the arranged marriage, political intrigue, SLOWBUNR) is everything I look for when i read something ajskldjaskldjs tooo goood damn, I just wanna express that I absolutely loved every single moment of that fic and am very grateful that you wrote and shared such an amazing piece of work!! akafuri has such a special place in my heart and i loved how they interacted in your fic!! I did see that you discontinued it and I also found the post where you explained why you discontinued it, but if it's not too much to ask then I'd love to know how you planned to finish the fic (like maybe bullet points of plotlines or literally some scribbled notes, anything and any little crumbb would be amazinggg) 🙏🙏 as someone who never used to read incomplete works because I can't live without knowing the endings, i finally got over my stubbornness and started reading in-progress works because i realized so many hidden gems are just in-progress (like this fic of yours frfr) but i can't help but ask to know how things would've gone if you were to finish the fic 👉👈 as a budding fic writer myself, i have so many ideas of my own of how akafuri will go through this journey but i'll definietely regret it if i didn't at least ask how u planned to originially end it, sooo if you're comfy with it then i'd love it if you shared!! all in all, "Veer the Tides" is an absolute banger of a fic and I remember reading in your chapter notes how u were worried that the things may be too taxing or draining or that the content was too dense but i literally went through that fic being able to literally picture everything so clearly like the words were literally playing out in front of my eyes like a damn movie, it was soo good!! so thank you so so so much for that!!!

Oh my god ;_; A "To Veer The Tides" ask!! Thank you so much, I am so glad you enjoyed it Ziddy! I still consider it one of my peak fics and I wish I could finish it all the time, but I don't want to overstep and right about dissociative disorders without proper research or consultation. Akashi's gone through enough already.

I did have the entire fic plotted out beat-for-beat in one of my old notebooks and even a spinoff with NijiHai!

I understand what you mean about not reading incomplete fics, but I too have begun reading them(can't complain when like, 70% of the fandoms I'm really into have about 1k fics if I'm lucky). I am thankful you gave it a shot even if it's not done!

Now, I am sorry to ask this, but if you can do me a favour, and sit through a large wall of text just on last time with me, I'd be grateful and hopefully I can give proper closure.

To Veer The Tides- Summarized ending

Before we get into the plot details, I think it’d be best to explain what was happening with the Generation of Miracles.

The Generation of Miracles are vessels of elemental gods of this world, and it’s because all of their parents messed up very, very bad. Before the birth of all of the Generation of Miracles, the Setharno Kingdom (our GOM lads) was at war with what is essentially, Fantasy Jabberwock’s kingdom.

Setharno was losing, badly.

Kagami, Akashi, and Kuroko’s parents + Uncle decide they have to do this super forbidden and unethical rituals to borrow the power of their land’s gods so they can win the war. They vote on it and decide to go ahead with the summoning. The gods are not benevolent nor are they evil, they serve their own purposes but no one knows of this because, they’re their gods, they worship them, they have always been helpful to them.

The sacrifices are done and they each get a weapon blessed by their respective gods which they use to defeat everyone, on the condition that no one uses them ever again. The kicker is after the war ended, nobody could use it even if they wanted to.

The ParentsTM leave it be. Fast forward and all of the kingdoms suspiciously have their heirs born in the same year and close to the same time. They grow up to be extremely powerful, and The ParentsTM don’t think too much of it and leave it be.

Little do they know, the gods never left, they’ve made vessels through these children and plan to return to the mortal plane.

The gods are kinda brewing and chilling in the background waiting for their vessels to grow more powerful as they watch the world from a realm separated from the mortals, they're kinda stuck there. Meanwhile, all the political House and Council stuff happens!

As said before, Akashi's Family try to overthrow all the other families to unite power solely under Rakuzan. They are thwarted by the families, and Akashi….was imprisoned in an isolated cottage on top of this HUGE mountain for about 3-4 years by Kuroko’s Uncle(Mayuzumi’s dad) because he holds a grudge against the Akashi family for abusing his sister(Akashi’s mom).

He’s been wanting to take down Rakuzan forever and he’s super conniving and smart, so he perpetuated rumors about Akashi being “insane” and “dangerous” to ensure he will never be allowed to inherit. This leaves himself, Kuroko and Mayuzumi as the closest blood heirs to Rakuzan. Akashi's marriage to Furihata undermines Akashi's ability to inherit by removing his family name.

Akashi obviously has other plans, as we saw in the parts of the fic I did upload.

He slowly works his way up the ladder in the Kagami Family by manipulating Furihata and becoming someone important in the Seirin Council.

Now Furihata’s powers actually are important—he can basically drain people of life. He touches them, they die, zero evidence. Seichii(Oreshi, the rude one who doesn’t care about Furihata) and Seijuurou(Bokushi, likes Furi) realize they can use Furihata to assassinate Akashi’s Uncle while finding evidence to expose sabotage against their family! And the killing would leave no evidence! Yay!

The Tournament Arc is meant to create trust and credence in Akashi. He needs to clean up his image and that is exactly what he does during this arc.

He is noble, he is nice to his husband, and when he places second below Kagami’s House, he makes an extremely elegant and graceful speech and rallies support for himself by being basically the most polite and articulate dude around (while making subtle and irrefutable digs at Seirin). Furi's super proud! His hubby's getting approval!

Furihata does not initially know that: a) His powers can kill people b) Akashi’s planning on using it to kill.

But he does like Seijuurou, he wants to help him because it genuinely was unfair that his own family turned against him. All for power. So he’s being slowly convinced to do more and more extreme things till he betrays the Kagami Family(the people who took him in) by finding evidence of their involvement with Akashi’s Uncle in destroying Akashi's family and killing Masaomi.

Furihata also finds that the Kagami Family basically gave up the Furihata Fam’s land and people to the war all those years ago so he’s hurt and feels betrayed. This gives him the final push to comply with the plan of killing Akashi’s Uncle.

Seijuurou likes Furihata. They grow closer after this betrayal revelation and bond over their love for their(Akashi with his mom, Furi with his parents and brother), and how it feels to be powerless, and to be used. Seichii’s like “fine, if my brother likes him whatever I’ll deal.”

A bi-yearly Council Meeting happens a few months after the Tournament, where Akashi’s bargaining for more of Rakuzan’s land back from Seirin and Kirisaki Daiichi(Akashi’s Uncle’s land).

Akafuri give Rakuzan Gang (Mibuchi, Nebuya, etc) the evidence regarding Kagami family + Akashi’s Uncle’s involvement in killing Masaomi and staging what is basically a coup against Rakuzan. Rakuzan Gang present this at the meeting, they say that the accusation thrown against the Akashi family—of being power hungry—was false(they’re lying right outta their asses on the latter, Masaomi was 100% gonna do it but making the Kagami family and Akashi’s Uncle look BAD is the goal here).

Akashi is suddenly not an “insane” prince but an innocent and noble victim of a plot where his own family had planned to ruin him. The rest of the council, based on the Generation of Miracles’ lead, vote in favour of reinstating Akashi as the Lord of Rakuzan.

THE LORD OF THE COURT IS BACK BABY!!!

Furihata then kills Akashi’s Uncle a couple of months later when he goes to visit him alone and they chalk up the death to old age.

Furihata now….feels weird. Because yes the Kagami family betrayed Akashi but they raised him. He was involved in ruining Kagami and Kiyoshi’s life and he doesn’t know how to live with the guilt. Seijuurou helps him cope. Bloodied hands, bloodied history, all to avenge their families.

The gods are still here btw, and they decided “okay that’s enough. time to take over!”

Seichii has been keeping off the God of Blood, the Rakuzan Land’s god, from basically destroying Akashi’s brain for about three years now and he is losing. If Seichii loses, the God of Blood takes over and it’s OVER.

The God of Blood is the most powerful and dangerous of all of them because he is….technically a god of life, and his allowance into Akashi’s brain and his presence in the mortal realm without any restriction will be what unlocks the rest of the vessels. So THEY CANNOT LET AKASHI BE TAKEN OVER.

Seijuurou realizes his brother has been battling a whole GOD for years and is slowly dying away, and so he decides to switch with his brother and give Seichii a break(against Seichii’s wishes, Seijuurou basically forces him to do this and just asks Seichii to promise he’ll take care of Furi).

Furihata notices immediately something ain’t right. Something’s weird.

Seijuurou and Seichii both fronted and switched often enough, he saw both of them.

BTW, These three came to an agreement of sorts over the course of the plot that Seijuurou and Furi are in love, and Seichii is also there as their unfortunate third wheel. Like, Furi’s chill with the alters and system situation. He isn't in love with Seichii, they're reluctant friends.

Furihata’s asking “Seichii why have I not seen your brother lately?” and Seichii tries to act all cold and distant. But unfortunately for him, Furihata has spent the past year being involved in assassination plots and sabotaging people and is afraid of nothing. He is also the consort of the Lord of Rakuzan rn so...... he does as one does and confronts Seichii.

Seichii fesses up about the whole “ummm the gods of all our lands want to destroy everything as it is right now because they think the current world sucks ass and they want to start over a little.” They gather the Generation of Miracles to inform them and be on guard.

Turns out, Kuroko’s god, God of Darkness/Death, has been in touch with Kuroko and is rather chill about things. He doesn’t really care for this whole “restarting the world” plan. The God of Blood/Life and Darkness are balanced opposites, and the God of Blood/Life is disturbing the equilibrium right now. God of Darkness/Death agrees to help Kuroko deal with this whole “unlocking Vessels business”.

Furihata is unintentionally important to this—because the whole siphoning life thing? Kuroko accidentally gave him those powers through the God of Darkness/Death(hence the “who are you?” repetition in the final update-- it’s a whole thing I plotted about how Darkness isn’t really a lack of things but a potential for creation and light, and the god asking Furi that question was not a threat but a question of genuine interest so he may find himself).

They need to perform a ritual to close the gates between the gods’ realm and the mortal realm, and this requires the effort of all the vessels. So they plan it, it gets a little chaotic because the God of Blood/Life’s angry that they’d even try this. Also the God of Blood/Life’s feeling betrayed about God of Darkness/Death betraying him so he speeds up Akashi’s corruption.

Seichii switches out with Seijuurou last minute against the god and kinda gets super severely injured mentally/spiritually. Seijuurou’s lost to the God of Blood/Life. Kuroko’s the only one who could hope to counter the God of Blood because he’s got the God of Darkness in him but he’s necessary for the gate-closing ritual.

THIS is when Furihata matters- because of his powers from the God of Darkness, he CAN enter the space where Seichii and Seijuurou have been keeping the God of Blood away—this in-between place where the gates between realms are. The God of Darkness aids him to get there.

Furi has to find Seijuurou in this realm though, and God of Blood has not made it easy. There was this whole sequence where Seijuurou’s mind is a forest which Furi must navigate to find the center where Seijuurou is asleep and losing himself to all his deep-seated insecurities which the god is replaying in his mind. Point is, Furi gives him a Power of Love and Friendship speech and gets him out.

Furi acts as a sort of medium for the God of Darkness, Seijuurou’s back at full strength, and these two fight of God of Blood long enough for the ritual to finish and AT LAST, they can all rest easy knowing the gods won’t be coming back for a long, long time.

Seichii’s fine, he just needs a lot of rest and recovery time. The story ends with Nijimura taking over the seat as Lord of Rakuzan because Akashi’s kinda fucking done with this mess. Nijimura was always the better candidate. I was planning on building up the Nijimura side of things too (he too was kept prisoner kinda in Kirisaki Daiichi but with far more access and freedom than Akashi, and he falls in love with Haizaki). Nijimura also just has better rep, like he is THE Golden Boy of this kingdom and he's always wanted to rule anyways.

Akashi and Furihata return to Furihata’s family land, rebuild the old manor where Furi’s family was and they take a nice long well-deserved break.

THE END!

Side note: All of Seirin ended up hating Furihata for a while and there was supposed to be a GIANT plot about Furihata reconciling with Seirin members and resolving his grief and guilt. There were supposed to be a couple of big character plots tbh, but if I went into that, this three-page word doc summary will become 12 and I don’t think you want that on TUMBLR.

I hope that explains…..some things? Does this even make sense? I am sorry for subjecting you to this. If I actually wrote this, the fic would be about 700 to 900k words long.

I am so glad to hear that you’re on your writing journey!!! I am also on mine and looking to improve, and I’d love to chat with you or just communicate with you like this on tumblr so we can both grow! Feel free to DM!! Best of luck for your fic writing! Let me know if it’s Akafuri I’d love to read <3 <3

[apoombeam]

Ah that's so funny I recced your own fics 😂 I really like your writing so I'm glad I came across both your accounts! I was trying to think if there are any other fics I have bookmarked you might enjoy, I don't know if you like m/f as well but interpersonal duty by enriette is great if you don't mind it.

Anyways thank you for the many great fics!!

Originial fic is a small world, so I guess it's not that crazy- but it did make me smile, so thanks!

I don't read as much of it, but I like m/f too, so I'll check it out!

Thanks again :)

[bluiex]

I’m a little nervous to be sharing this fic but like, I don’t think I’ll get judged too hard? This is the prologue but I have chapter 1 and 2 done too so if people like this I’ll send those over too and continue writing it. (Also, yes this was originially posted ao3 and I’m sending it here for reasons).

Without further ado, welcome to the Prologue of the Seasonal Life Au (Also just known as Seasonal Life).

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This story begins in a world devoid of players. A new world created for a fun new game. A world full adventure, excitement, anguish, and fun. A perfect world, if you will.

The world opened up, and soon poured in all the very willing victims of this game.

Grian joined the game.

GoodTimeWithScar joined the game.

TangoTek joined the game.

Solidarity joined the game.

Smajor1995 joined the game.

PearlescentMoon joined the game.

ZombieCleo joined the game.

InTheLittleWood joined the game.

Rendog joined the game.

Bigbst4tz2 joined the game.

BdoubleO100 joined the game.

ImpulseSV joined the game.

Ethoslab joined the game.

SmallishBeans joined the game.

LDShadowLady joined the game.

Skizzleman joined the game.

Fwhip joined the game.

FalseSymmetry joined the game.

Zedaph joined the game.

MumboJumbo joined the game.

KatherineEliz joined the game.

MythicalSausage joined the game.

Cubfan135 joined the game.

Docm77 joined the game.

And now, our journey begins.

“Hello, everyone! Welcome to the newest game in the life series, Seasonal Life!” One of the players spoke up. The player had blonde hair and a red sweater, could also be known as the man who created the game.

The players around cheered with shouting or clapping, or even both. If you counted the amount of players that joined, you’ll probably have realized that there’s twenty four players. More than there’s ever been in a single life game before.

“Yes, yes. I know this is super exciting and long awaited, but you all can calm down now,” the same man, Grian, spoke again, trying to get everyone to settle down. “As mentioned, this game of the series is called Seasonal Life!

“In Seasonal Life, everyone will be assigned a season. The season you are assigned to will give you two helpful abilities, and two unhelpful abilities,” Grian begins the explanation.

“The Summer people will gain two hearts and be immune to fire damage. However, you have permanent weakness and slowness.”

“Ok… I don’t like how balanced this sounds…” Bdubs squints his eyes at Grian.

“They’re meant to be balanced.” Grian stares back at Bdubs with a deadpan look. “Anyways, moving on! Winter people! They’re able to walk on water, kinda like frost walker, and they have a strength boost! Unfortunately they have mining fatigue and two hearts less!”

“How do the people with a permanent strength boost have mining fatigue? Simply get over the fatigue!” Ren says under his breath, but the people around him could hear him loud as day.

Grian clears his throat, clearly ignoring Ren’s input. “Moving on! We’re on the Spring People! Spring people have permanent haste and, get this, they can go invisible! Only for a minute, and the cooldown is an hour so only use it when you really need it. On the downside, they cannot swim and are immune to all helpful potions. So no fire resistance, healing, nothing.”

“Is it just me or does this literally seem like the worst role?” Scott has leaned over to talk to Cleo.

“It totally is. I’d feel bad for anyone who gets that role,” Cleo agrees.

“And finally, autumn! Autumn people have permanent speed boost and are immune to all the harmful potions like poison and etcetera. Their downside is that they have an increased chance of being boogeyman and mobs will aggro on them from further away!”

Scott had leaned back over to Cleo. “I take back what I said. I’d rather get Spring.”

“Oh, for sure,” Cleo agreed once again.

“Now that we’re done with explaining the basics of the roles, I should also mention that we have the random life amount feature and boogeyman in this game!“ Cue the groans from the unhappy players, and the excited clapping from the one happy player. “Well, I’m glad to see Scar’s at least excited for this.

“Anywho. Obviously, we’re not done here. As many of you know before the game I went over something very important with you all. Sex.”

This started grabbing everyone’s attention. People started sitting up straighter and looking around with flushed faces. Though there were a couple assholes who looked like they couldn’t be more bothered.

“So yes, while this is a fun life game, all that dirty stuff y’all want to do is allowed. Everyone here has given their full consent to allow what ever to happen to them. However, I am not a monster and we do have a safe word. If at any point your fun time partner says the word Camel, you must stop all activity. Failure to stop will result in one of the admins forcing you to. Please note that this only applies to sex and not when someone is tryna kill you. So no abusing the safe word if it’s not sex related!

Anyways, I think that’s about it. Any questions?“

“I have one,” Etho speaks up. “You didn’t go over everything with the roles. What are you hiding?”

“Oh, there’s just some features I want you all to find out while playing,” Grian chuckles, looking oh so devious. “So not answering that question. Any other questions?”

“So do we have an increased sex drive or something?” This time it was Bdubs who asked.

“Good question! Red lives are going to be pretty desperate for sex, not going to lie. And, oh, I forgot to mention the other boogeyman thing going on! Silly me!

“Alright, so there’s this other kind of boogeyman. It’s named shadowman, I know super creative. I don’t want to hear it. Basically, a shadowman’s goal is to have sex with the person that it assigns you. Also not sure if I went over this but if I didn’t, you are all expected to make teams of four, one of each season on a team. If you aren’t in a team by the end of the first week, it will force you into one.

Ok, think that’s it. Questions?”

“Will there be multiple shadowman like boogeyman?” Pearl asks.

“Yup! And if you don’t, the shadowman will lose one life. Not as life changing as boogeyman, but it should be somewhat concerning. And yes, it gives you a specific person to have sex with. Moving on.”

“Is there anything we have to do in order to officially team with someone?” Martyn was now the person asking. Grian couldn’t help but sigh. Why were people asking so many questions.

“Nah, the admins will do that. You just have to say it out loud. Alright anymore questions? No. Awesome. So I am starting the timer now and everyone will be teleported to a random spot on the map. I’d suggest finding your way to spawn so that you can start forming teams. Or not. Do whatever. Anyways, three two one, lets start!” Grian rushes out the last part before anyone could complain or protest.

The admin presses the start button and watches as everyone is teleported to a random location. Now, I wonder which player we will follow for this game. Or for just now.

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Anyways I hope people like this concept and stuff. Still really nervous to post this here but like, ye. ^v^

-Cys

DUUUUUUDE DUDE THIS IS SO GOOD

Oh my gods. This idea is just.. No words. It sounds like such a fun thing to actually play as well.. And your writing *chefs kiss* in this little bit I feel as though you've gotten down the personality of each person who's spoken. Ough I'm excited to read more!! And you should totally put this on ao3 for more people to see ommgg

[the-cheshire-cat-grin]

not to get too excited but im actually outlining an originial story. not a fic. like a total original. ive never gotten that far with any of my original pieces

[lapseinrecs]

Star Wars tag

Comments: I know virtually nothing about the Star Wars EU, and can’t judge what sort of things are accurate or not. I’m a fan of @fialleril’s Tatooine Slave Culture headcanons and all associated fics, so a bunch of those will definitely pop up. You’re probably not going to see much in regards to the Sequel Trilogy because I wasn’t a huge fan. I do like the Prequels, though I’m ehh about Clone Wars and clone heavy fics.

Luke Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker, Leia Organa, Obiwan Kenobi, Shmi Skywalker, Qui Gon Jinn, Bail Organa, Captain Rex, Commander Cody, Hardcase, Firmus Piett, Din Djarin,

Jyn Erso, Cassian Andor, Bodhi Rook,

Timeline tags:

Prequel trilogy, Pre-og3, Rogue One, Originial Trilogy

I'm not big on Star Wars crossovers, so there aren't a lot here:

Sword Art Online, Stargate,

[roseunspindle]

Angel Wings

Angel wings possibly as part of a fic I'm not writing....

Archangels

Michael - Michael's are pure white, he has six of course, but they are what he considers. He secretly feels they are "nothing speacial" soldier angels's wings like Castiel, are copies of michaels. Michael only learns to truly love his wings in the cage during therapy with Sam. Sam thinks they look cool. (Even if Michael's "vessel" when they leave the cage ends up being young John Wincehster)

Lucifer - Lucifer's top set are bright yellow, with the very top edge being white and fade to darker golden yellow at the base, his second set are pale pink to deep rose, and the third are deep purple to dark blue black. Even after falling his wings are beautiful but...muted...for they show day, dawn, and dusk but his joy in creation has dimmed and so have his wings. When he and Michael has Sam mandated cage therapy his wings begin to brighten again. When they leave the cage when Cas comes to try to rescue Sam, many say that Lucifer's wings have become far more beautiful than they were originally.

Raphael - Originially Raphael's wings were a vareity of greens, but after Gabriel ranaway and Lucifer was cast out, his wings grayed, now they look like a seraphim's "practical" wings. Just more of them. Once Sam, Michael, and Lucifer get pulled out of the cage and Gabriel returns, Raphael's wings change back, as they once again embrace their role as the archangel of healing.

Gabriel - Gabriel's wings are brilliant gold, they are a banner to easily declare the Archangel who brings forth the messages of God. (When he's masquerading as loki Gabriel finds hiding them a pain...) He enjoys their "look at me aren't I pretty" ness again when he returns to heaven as one of Sam's chosen Archangels

Others

Castiel - starts off with the standard single pair of white soldier angel wings, that are based off Michaels, then going to hell burns his feathers, and they are blackened. They begin degrading as he falls during his removal from heaven and still further as pain and torment and all the trials he faces to reach the cage in order to "save" Sam. When Sam, Lucifer and Michael in tow, leave and return t earth, Castiel becomes an Archangel, the Archangel of humanity and free will. His then six wings are still the black of his multiple trials in hell, but have taken on a gleaming blue shade of deep oceans.

[steeltwigz]

fic is Happening except i originially wanted for it to b a comic so theres a lot that i dont actually know if i like the way its written. will it become a comic? who knowss.

[nowandajenn]

Blue Christmas- Six

Pairing: Chris Evans/OC Kelly

Summary: After almost three years of marriage, everyone would tell you that Chris and his wife Kelly are the most stable, solid couple they know. But behind closed doors, things are tense as they keep trying for a baby, to no avail. When a secret threatens to shake their solid marriage to it’s core, will they be able to pick up the pieces?

Warnings: language, angst, shitty moms, family drama.

Author’s Note: I do not consent to have my content, whether it be this story or anything else of my creation, posted by a third party on any other platform other than right here without my permission. This blog is 18+ and is not intended for minors. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Heed the warnings.

December 24th

I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to do this. 

The same thought runs through my head like a conga line as I stand in the bathroom of Connor’s house, finishing up my makeup. 

“Hey, you almost ready?” 

I jump at the sound of Connor’s voice and his sudden appearance behind me in the mirror and almost stab myself in the eyeball with my eyeliner pencil. 

“How pissed do you think they’d be if I just didn’t show up?” I ask him rhetorically, already knowing the answer. 

“Well, dad would be disappointed but he’d understand, and mom would probably come and hunt you down and never let you hear the end of it.”

“I could just never answer her calls again.” I shrug. 

“Yeah, but then she’d show up at your house, the studio, HERE....and since I don’t feel like having her come over unannounced because you decided to be a chicken and skip out on Christmas Eve dinner, move your ass. We’re leaving in five minutes.”

As we stand in front of my parents’ front door, I run through a list in my head of things that I’d rather be doing than getting ready to face my parents. Or more specifically, my mother. 

Get stung by a jellyfish. Having to walk through a room full of Legos barefoot. Pulling my own fingernails out one by one. Okay, maybe I went too far with that one. 

“You ready?” Connor asks. 

“No.” I deadpan. 

Before we can stop her, Olivia reaches up and rings the doorbell. 

I heave out a sigh of relief when it’s my dad that answers the door, knowing that at least I’m not going to be insulted before I even step foot inside the house. 

We get ushered inside the house take off our coats before my dad wraps me in a hug. 

“Where’s Chris?” he asks. 

“He’s over at his dad’s house. You only get me tonight.” I say with a small smile. 

“I guess we’ll have to make do.” he huffs out dramatically. 

I make my way into the kitchen and my sister Colleen immediately hands me a glass of red wine. 

“Here, you might need this.” she tells me. I roll my eyes, knowing that there’s no other choice than to nut up and face the music. 

“Hey mom.”

My mom turns from the stove, her face completely devoid of any emotion. 

“I didn’t even know if you were coming tonight, since you haven’t returned any of my phone calls or anything.”

“I’m sorry. I should have called you back. Things have been a little.....” my emotions start to bubble up in my throat, threatening to choke me. “Things have been busy. I’ve been swamped with work and getting last minute things done for Christmas. I wasn’t actively trying to ignore you.” I tell her. 

“Why did you come with Connor and Olivia? Where’s Chris?” 

Here we go. 

“He’s at his dad’s house.” 

“Why didn’t you go with him?” 

“Because I knew I’d never hear the end of it if I didn’t show up here tonight. Chris will get let off the hook, though, right?” It takes everything in me not to roll my eyes. 

“Chris is a busy man. He has an excuse.” 

I take a deep breath, count to ten, and let it out before walking out of the kitchen. If there’s anything my mother loves more than passive aggressively insulting me at every turn, it’s getting the last word. 

We’re all sitting around the living room opening presents when the doorbell rings. Since I’m closest to the door, I get up to answer it and nearly have a small stroke when I open the door. 

“Hey.” Chris says, standing on my parents’ porch with his hands stuffed in his pockets. 

I can only stand there and blink owlishly at him as my brain tries, and fails, to come up with something intelligent to say. 

I look over my shoulder into the house to see that everyone is thankfully not paying attention, and pull the front door closed behind me. 

“What are you doing here?” I ask, my breath puffing up in clouds in front of my face. 

“Listen, I know what you’re thinking, but listen to me. I know your parents don’t know about what’s going on with us, and I know that if they think something is wrong, they’re going to be all over you.” Chris tells me. 

I wrap my arms around myself and swallow hard. 

I hate that he’s right. 

“Can we just pretend that everything is okay? Just for tonight? We get through dinner with your parents and get you off the hook, and then, we can....” he trails off. 

Before I can either agree or tell him to get the fuck off the porch, the door opens and my dad steps out. 

“Chris! Hey, we thought you weren’t going to be able to make it!” my dad says, pulling him in for one of those man hug things. 

“Not a chance. Finished up early so I headed right over. Sorry I’m late.” 

My dad eyes me disapprovingly. “Get in the house before you catch pneumonia.”

Three things happen simultaneously when Chris steps foot into the house: Olivia squeals at top volume (because Uncle Chris is her favorite person in the world, second only to me) and runs into his waiting arms, my mom’s almost always stern looking face breaks into a huge smile, and Connor and Colleen’s jaws both drop open at almost the exact same time. It would be funny if I weren’t shitting my pants even more now about how the rest of this night was going to go. 

Halfway through dinner, things are going about as well as can be expected, but I’m still ready for this night to just be over. Between Chris sitting next to me and having to act like we’re still the Chris and Kelly we used to be, the 13 passive aggressive digs my mom has thrown at me over the course of the evening, and the headache trying to hatch in my brain, I’m ready for this night to be over. 

“How are things going at the studio, sweetheart?” my dad asks me. 

“They’re fine. It’s always busy this time of year.” I tell him, pushing the food around on my plate.

“It must not be that busy if you can afford to be closed during the middle of the holiday season.” my mom sniffs. 

“Brenda-” my dad warns. 

“Mom, just let it go, okay? I needed a break. Things were a little hectic and I was getting burnt out. I needed some time off, and so did my staff.” I tell her. 

I reach for the bottle of wine to refill my glass, and my mom snatches it from my hand. 

“You’ve had enough. You’ve been drinking like a lush tonight, and I know you’re smoking again. I can smell it on you. You treat your body like shit; no wonder you can’t get pregnant.” 

The sound of several sets of silverware clattering against the fine China that’s only brought out for Christmas is deafening. 

My face burns with embarrassment and my heart lodges itself somewhere in the vicinity of my throat. Hot, angry tears spring to my eyes, and it takes me a minute before I can even move. 

Chris is absolutely frozen, absolute shock and disappointment evident on his face at what my mother just said. It was the lowest possible blow she could have dealt, and she just absolutely nailed me with it with no remorse whatsoever. 

Without a word, I push my chair back and stand up on shaky legs and leave the table and everyone hears the front door slam less than a minute later. 

When his brain can fully process what just happened, Chris gets up and runs out the door after me, just in time to hear 

“Just let her go. I didn’t mean it the way it sounded. She’s too sensitive.”

When Chris comes outside, I’m leaning against the passenger side door of his car, trying and failing to light a cigarette through my sobs. 

“Hey, hey, stop. Come here. Give me that.” he says, taking the lighter from me. He flicks it once and holds the flame steady so I can light the cigarette and I take a deep drag in. He lights his own and leans against the car next to me. 

“I stopped being surprised by anything she said a long time ago, you know. I stopped being shocked when she would make shitty comments about my weight or my clothes or anything I did. She’s always been like that with me. Nothing was ever good enough. I was never going to be as good as Colleen or Connor because I was the mistake. I was the baby she never wanted. I never tried to let it bother me or let it get to me, but....” I sob quietly and sniffle in the cold air. “Man, she just fucking sucker punched me right in the face. I never should have even told her about it; about how I was having trouble getting pregnant......I should have known.......” my words trail off as more sobs shake my body. 

“Come here.” Chris whispers. He pulls me against his chest and wraps his arms around me and I hold onto him as tight as I can. 

“I’m so sorry.” he whispers against my hair. Over the sound of the wind blowing, I can hear raised voices inside and can only imagine what’s going on in there. And to think it had been a pretty decent night up until that point. 

“Will you take me home? I just....I don’t want to go back to Connor’s. I can’t be around any of them right now. I just want to go home and see Dodger and drink some more.” 

“Okay. Whatever you want.” 

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[galaxycerebri]

Requiem - Novel, Chapter 1

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21285143

In a world where your teddy bear could be possessed by a Joy Spirit, or that creepy little kid could be a Fear Demon in disguise, Xiaojun Ren was all but gifted to the Spectre Academy by her parents. All in the hopes that she would join the illustrious Spectres and help keep the peace by policing Spiritual matters and hunting down corrupt spirits (demons). That is... if her spirit doesn't kill her first.

She'd really like a nap right about now.

Finally did it, back on my bullshit

[residentxangel]

finally finished my mini profiles for my oc's for my current wip

[ilovefandoms102]

Hey! There’s this tiktok challenge where a pregnant girl pretends to be on the phone in front of her partner and leaves the room saying “I don’t know how to tell him he’s not the dad” and then returns to see his reaction. Could you please do a Klaus Mikaelson x Reader based on this?

Hi bby! Hope you like this!

Also for the sake of this, we’re gonna pretend the thing with Hayley didn’t happen. =========================

You were one of the oldest living witches in the history of the supernatural era. You had known Niklaus before he was a vampire, growing up in the same village. The two of you were best friends, eventually those feelings growing as you fell in love with each other. 

You were wed the day after the two of you admitted your feelings for each other. When Mikael turned Kalus, you were devastated. The hopes of having a child slipped from your fingers. The two of you weren’t the same, but still hopelessly in love. You calmed the raging monster inside of him, and always stood by him no matter of the ghastly things he had done.

Anytime you had thought to be pregnant, it always resulted in a miscarriage. You never told Nik though, afraid to see his reaction. He was already hot headed as it was, and losing a child, you knew it would send him into a frenzy. However, in the 21st century, there was more modern medicines and precautions when it came to pregnant women. 

It was a shock to both of you when you discovered that you were indeed with child. You knew this baby was going to be feared by the supernatural, already feeling the shift in the balance of nature. You didn’t care though, happy to be sharing this precious being with your one true love. 

You were also very caught up with the trends with technology, discovering an app Tik Tok. You were joyed with what they called Tik Tok couple challenges, seeing one with a pregnant girl and wanting to try it on your poor husband. You were in his study with him, trying to subtly set up your camera. You took an old phone case, setting it to your ear to have a ‘conversation’.

“Yes everything is fine little sister,” you pretended to speak to Rebekah. 

“No, I haven’t told him yet.” you mumbled, feeling Klaus’s ears pick up. You started your way towards the door, making sure to not look at him.

“Yeah, I don’t know how I’m going to tell him he’s not the father.” you whispered, but of course you knew he would hear.

Klaus was set into complete shock, mouth dropping open. He immediately became angered, wanting to know who the son of a bitch was so that he could rip the bastard limb from limb. He stalked out of his office, finding you next to the door with a huge smile on your face.

“You better tell me what the hell is going on right now!” Klaus hissed, being so close your noses brushed together.

“It was a challenge for Tik Tok,” you giggled, laughing even harder when Nik’s lips quirked a little. 

“You think you’re so funny love.” he chuckled darkly, a wave of heat traveling down your spine. His hand grasped under your jaw, tilting your head back so you looked into his eyes.

“How about I remind you who you belong to?” he growled, his eyes turning that slight yellow color that had you squirming under his hold.

Let’s just say his name was heard probably throughout the whole town of New Orleans...