#ruby’s upcoming wips

[dollyyun]

───── ⋆⋅☆ 1st batch of upcoming wips (oct-nov)

SYNOPSIS ✧ getting blackmailed by an anonymous caller who clearly has the upper hand in destroying what you have worked for in keeping your identity as the renowned faceless camgirl as a secret is definitely not in your bingo card. but you cannot risk of having your side hustle as a camgirl to be exposed to the world, and so you find yourself entering the all-exclusive club upon invitation with the intention to complete your mission in seducing the four notorious figures on campus for some reason. unknowingly, as your irresistible allure serenades them like a siren to the sailors, you soon find yourself in a heady mix of lust and danger orchestrated by them, intoxicating you with their devilry charms and corruptions. PAIRINGS ✧ hyung line x camgirl!reader GENRE ✧ reverse harem, eventual poly, college au WARNING(S) ✧ 18+ (mdni), mean!hyung line, explicit themes, profanities, alcohol consumption, substance use, smoking, corruption, manipulation, coercion, perversion, toxicity, smut

SYNOPSIS ✧ living under one roof with an omega whose pheromone smells progressively irresistible is getting impossible to ignore as they struggle to master self-control. they should not be desiring you, especially not when you're a haughty, spoilt brat who constantly never fails to get on their nerves, but they can't deny their primal instinct to claim you as their mate despite their possessive nature refusing to share you, even if they are best friends. all inhibitions are lost as soon as you plead with them to help you ease your pain in your most vulnerable state yet desirable in their ravenous eyes. just like that, they lose themselves in the heat, showing you how much you will always need them and claiming you as their omega for good. PAIRINGS ✧ alpha!hyung line x omega!reader GENRE ✧ reverse harem, eventual poly, alpha-omegaverse, enemies to lovers, slow-burn kinda, hyung line older than reader by few years WARNING(S) ✧ 18+ (mdni), pissed-off alphas, bratty omega, explicit themes, profanities, alcohol consumption, manipulation, coercion, perversion, angst, toxicity, filthy smuts

SYNOPSIS ✧ marriage is not something heeseung wants to be fully committed to, especially when he values his singularity the most and wants no strings attached, but he also desires the position for the next-in-line succession and refuses to lose against his great nemesis, who turns out to be his own blood. so when the requirement for him entails marriage in order to secure his spot, dread hits him, but the solution comes to mind instantly at the thought of you. you are in the same friend group as him, which began in university, and despite not being as close as he is with the others in your friend group, he knows that you are a perfect candidate. so when he has made an enticing offer that is beneficial to you, you know you can't refuse him. hence, you agreed to be his wife until he attained his goal, but little did you know that your feelings eventually develop into something beyond platonic. PAIRING ✧ fake husband!heeseung x fem reader GENRE ✧ adulthood, fake marriage, friends to lovers, he fell first but she fell harder WARNING(S) ✧ 18+ (mdni), explicit themes, profanities, alcohol consumption, possible violence, light angst, smut

SYNOPSIS ✧ jay is your husband on paper just as you are his wife on paper, so you have long since acknowledged that he would never love you as a husband should. after all, your marriage is purely a convenience — one that jay got blackmailed by your father. jay despises your father with burning passion, so naturally, you assume that his cold detachment towards you is his hatred for you as well since you are your father's daughter, but that does not hinder you from developing feelings towards your feared husband, who is widely known as a heartless beast in the mob world. it is abundantly clear that he wants nothing to do with you, and so you attempt to diminish those feelings, only to be taken aback when he finally shows you how much he values you as his wife more than you would have thought. PAIRING ✧ mafia husband!jay x fem reader GENRE ✧ mob world/mafia, marriage of convenience, morally grey character, grumpy x sunshine dynamic, jay is lowkey a softie towards reader WARNING(S) ✧ 18+ (mdni), explicit themes, profanities, alcohol consumption, smoking, corruption, manipulation, coercion, angst, violence, blood, toxicity, smut

SYNOPSIS ✧ for as long as you can remember, jake proposed to you as he had fallen deeply in love with you, yearning for you to spend forever with him, even after there was a long period where he mysteriously disappeared from your life. the two years of your marriage had been nothing but pure bliss, especially when he was madly in love with you just as you are with him. so when jake finally revealed his true colours to you right after succeeding his revenge against your father and annihilating the entirety of your bloodline as well as your father's clan, you were left with nothing, not even jake's love, which you thought was real. filled with despair, resentment, betrayal, and heartbreak, you can't go on any longer and plead jake to divorce you, but he refuses and continues to show you cruelty by keeping you by his side if it means that you will remain unhappy forever, as the thought of you finding happiness elsewhere angers him because you don't deserve happiness. he vows to make your life miserable and diminish your self-worth, not realising that tragedy will soon dawn in his life just as it did to his beloved parents. PAIRING ✧ mafia husband!jake x fem reader GENRE ✧ mob world/mafia, marriage, lovers to enemies to strangers WARNING(S) ✧ 18+ (mdni), explicit themes, profanities, alcohol consumption, smoking, violence, blood, corruption, manipulation, coercion, toxicity, heavy angst, smut

SYNOPSIS ✧ jungwon firmly believes that he is not destined to have a soulmate, and he prefers to stay that way as he cannot risk endangering his other half with his own presence. out of the seven princes, jungwon is cursed to be a bloodthirsty beast, even worse than any other ripper, and almost every supernatural fears him at the power and savagery he revels in. so when destiny leads him to you, he refuses you as his soulmate, especially when you're a human. he fights valiantly against his primal desire to claim you, fearing that he would hurt you, but with the enticing smell of your blood and your undeniable beauty, he knows that he is bound to have you in his eternal embrace. PAIRING ✧ vampire prince!jungwon x human!fem reader GENRE ✧ modern fantasy, supernatural, romance, soulmates WARNING(S) ✧ 18+ (mdni), explicit themes, profanities, alcohol consumption, violence, blood, manipulation, coercion, toxicity, violence, blood, angst, smut

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[nerdieforpedro]

Weekend Update 03/10/2024

Made it another week Nerdie.

That I did. I believe today is Sunday. Too much time in this chair. I think I slept in it before. Too many times.

Nerdie, don't you have a bed?

I do, I don't always make it there. I've usually zoned out and nodded off, the wake up when my neck hurts. 👀 I'm not always writing either, just thinking sometimes.

Couldn't you think in bed Nerdie?

I could, but I don't. That sounds like a good idea. My ideas aren't always great. But I did have a few this week.

My March Spring Prompts continue. I was able to do ten of them without repeating a character! 🤗 This upcoming week we'll see some Pedro peeps come back. Key words: gas station sushi, angst, oil and bath. Remember this is Nerdie 😎, it could be any and everything, but my prompts are mature and not explicit. I do write about some heavy subjects, fluff, a few giggles, and have some innuendos, but my main masterlist is 78% smut so just go there.

The WIP I’d been mentioning for the last few weeks or months (could be either) is finished and posted : Diddle your Dieter to Disco. My first Dieter smut actually which is hilarious at least to me. 🤣 The rest of his Masterlist is fairly fluffy. I would check the warnings on it, I put a lot in it. 👀

Part Two of my series The Lake Between Us is up. Make sure to read the warnings. Ezra introduction has a lot going on. It's an AU so he has both arms but that doesn't mean I didn't torture him other ways. 👀 I do love that ya'll love the taglist name "Taste-testers of Ezra's gumbo." 😆

I finally wrote the follow up to He told me his name called She made me feel. I think I enjoy mentally torturing Pedro characters at this point. Poor Din is so anxious and touch-starved. As always with Din = HANDS. A Nerdie staple. This is The Way.

Now for everyone's favorite (and mine): Fic recommendations!!! (Yes I did type and do a little yell, fanfics are serious. Pfft.) 😄

Confetti by @secretelephanttattoo (Marcus Pike x f reader) The Quiet Moments Collection

Adrift with you by @morallyinept (Frankie Morales x Jude OFC) The Prologue “I’m behind”’😭

A Real Man by @pedroshotwifey (Frankie Morales x female plus size reader) my request - stay self indulgent everyone! 🥰

Tick by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin (Frankie Morales x wife reader) The Mistress of Angst!

A Bronx Tale: Part Deux - A Chicago Tale by @justabovewater20 (SydCarmy)

Love’s a weed:�� just ripe by @tinytinymenace (Frankie Morales x ofc - Ruby) Fruits are essential.

Second Chances part 2 by @pedroscurls (Marcus Pike x fem reader) Such a cute series 💕

Cigarettes After Sex by @immarocketman (Awesome artist I follow. 💜)

Promise by @criticallyacclaimedstranger (Ezra - dragon x fem reader) The only Pedro character that can pull off being a dragon. 🐉

Please Mister Please by @grogusmum (Joel Miller x fem reader) The fluff 🥹💕

Unconventional Location by @winniethewife (Abel Morales x fem reader)

Personal Shopper by @huntingingoodwill (Dieter Bravo x reader)

Enjoy the Silence by @strang3lov3 (Joel Miller x fem reader)

Spicy Ask #68 by @kewwrites (Din Djarin x reader) Say it with me: HANDS 🙌🏼!!!!

Reminder by @criticallyacclaimedstranger (Tim Rockford x fem reader) Sometimes good things happen in Tim’s office.

Forever Starts With You Masterlist (Frankie Morales x chubby fem reader) @criticallyacclaimedstranger I loved all three parts I read 🥰🥰 (A Good Start, A Strong Finish and A New Beginning). It looks like there more to their story so much more reading for me. ❤️

some good friend by @covetyou (Tim Rockford x fem reader) TIM DESERVED THIS ❤️ That is all.

Sanctuary by @thefrogdalorian (Din Djarin x GN reader) Din fluff forever. 🤗

We got your back chapter 1 by @softpascalito (Javier Peña x fem reader)

The Sweetest Melody by @noisynaia (Din Djarin x afab reader)

Rise by @sp00kymulderr (Joel Miller x afab reader) ALL THE FEELS 😭

Falling for you by @fhatbhabie (Joel Miller x plus size reader) Part One - The drama!

Just look at You by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin (Poe Dameron x fem reader) The Poe Dameron smut we deserve. 🍆

Chapter 3 - Here’s a health to the company… and one to my Boss… by @inept-the-magnificent (Tim Rockford x ofc Jane Nebbie) I just think about this series and I start giggling. Sunshine Nebbie and grump Tim - he is a super grump. But he is also me. 🤣

To the Flame chapter 6.5 by @pedroshotwifey (Dark Javier Peña x fem reader) So sweet out of context.

To the Flame chapter 9 by @pedroshotwifey (Dark Javier Peña x fem reader) The slow decent begins...we're just at the start of the ride. 😈

Between the Sheets by @saturn-rings-writes (William Tell x fem reader) Reminded me of an Isley Brothers song. I feel like we're headed toward that song. Please with this direction.

Hiccup by @morallyinept (Javier Gutierrez x fem reader) A whimpering Javi G. What an evening. 😘

A New Home by @charethcutestory02 (Frankie Morales x Benny Miller) Budding feelings. 🤗

Special shout out to Ms. Payday - Le Poet and lover of da words: @maggiemayhemnj They seek her out, have brunches and nightcaps. It's what all writers long for. She checked in on me along with @megamindsecretlair @angelofsmalldeath-codeine @magpiepills @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin and @lady-bess

I've been not as active - mainly due to work, school, and the insomnia. But still writing. 😄 priorities. lol

New appreciation for Javier Pena. well not new, re-newed. Maybe am working on a few things. None are good, none are final. Still need polishing. Also need to give Javi G's outline another look. I might...👀 have a chapter for him this week. I hope. @goodwithcheese was pleased with this. @undercoverpena was Luke-warm. I think she thought I was taking something, but if Javi P has shown us anything, sharing is caring. 😘

Stay well, sleep in your bed (unless you're planning not to) and be hydrated,

Love Nerdie 💕

[jerzwriter]

WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tag @lilyoffandoms. It's been forever since I've done one of these, but why not! :)

The next part of With Warning | Open Heart | Tobias & Casey

Sienna turned away from the door, her cautious optimism morphing into absolute glee. Grabbing Tobias's arm, she pushed him toward Casey's room so they could have some privacy. Initially, Sienna had just as many doubts about the man as the others, maybe even more, but as the bearer of all things bright, she chose to take a positive approach to the dismay of many. Now that she believed she was being proven right, she couldn't be more delighted, for more reasons than one.

"You did it!" She beamed the second the door closed behind her. "You did it! We've been trying for days... it might even be a week... but in less than an hour... you did it! I am amazed, Dr. Carrick. I am amazed."

"Thank you, I guess, but I didn't do anything spectacular, I just..."

The man was brought to silence by a defiant wave of the tiny but mighty woman's hand. "I know you're not the humble type. So do me a favor and spare me the platitudes. She's only going to be in there ten minutes tops, and I need your help in here."

"In her bedroom?"

"Yes."

Scenes from an upcoming unnamed Tobias/Casey Poly AU and the final part of A Moment in Time (Trystan/Carolina, CoP, AU) can be found below the break.

Tobias/Casey Poly AU Series - Coming soon!

Biting her lips to stifle a giggle, Casey shifted in Tobias’s arms to face him, garnering curious stares from co-workers and patients alike. She didn’t know he managed to do it; the man could sneak up behind her, push her hair away from her neck, and kiss her so seamlessly that no one so much as noticed. But she’d just turn around to face him, and a dozen spectators were waiting to feed the gossip pipeline. Though it was already too late to deter that, she took a cautious step to the side.

“You need to stop doing that,” she blushed. “I thought you wanted to keep things under wraps at work.”

Tobias shrugged with a tantalizing smirk on his lips. “I don’t recall saying any such thing. So, ready for our big night? I’ll pick you up at six?”

The afternoon sun caught his aqua eyes, and though she never thought it possible, they were now even more enticing. Forgetting about anyone and anything other than him, she grinned. “Six it is.”

He closed the distance between them, the ever-present swagger in his gait. Casey felt her skin turn to gooseflesh as his hand brushed against hers so quickly no one could see but one look at her face, and he knew his goal had been attained.

“I’m counting the minutes,” he muttered. Pointedly meeting the eyes of each gawker as he marched away.

Casey thought she was in the clear now that he was gone, but she could feel the weight of Jackie’s stare.

“Yes,” she said, eyes fixed on her work to avoid her friend’s judgemental gaze.

“What’s going on with you two.”

“What? What do you mean?”

A Moment In Time | Crimes of Passion | Trystan x Carolina - Final Chapter

Carolina's face turned to stone; an anger usually reserved for criminals she was slapping handcuffs on set in her eyes.

"I can't believe you're defending this!" She spat, quickly walking away, but Ruby was fast at her heels.

"I'm not defending it, Carolina. I'm just saying you're being incredibly unreasonable. You owe him at least..."

"Owe him?" she laughed, though she found nothing amusing at all. I don't owe anyone anything. Especially Trystan. This isn't how it works, Ruby. This isn't how it works at all!"

"Then how exactly should it work? Because from where I stand, he's doing all that he can. Right now, the onus is on you...and I'm not afraid to tell you so."

Carolina had been walking frantically, rushing toward the park's gate as if the crowd on the bustling city street would swallow her whole and provide her with the escape hatch she was desperately seeking. But her friend's words... her brutally honest words... stopped her in her tracks.

"Jesus, Ruby," she whispered, pounding a fist against her thigh. "Jesus, Jesus, Jesus! I hate it when you're right!"

A delightful glint came to Ruby's eyes, but for her friend's sake, she held back her smile. "Then you must be disappointed quite often."

Now I am copying Lily and using this as an excuse to see other WIPs! Do you have anything, @dutifullynuttywitch @thosehallowedhalls @inlocusmads @stars-are-within-me @tveitertotwrites @cariantha @liaromancewriter @genevievemd @storyofmychoices @noesapphic @aallotarenunelma @lorirwritesfanfic @aces-and-angels @aria-ashryver @moominofthevalley @angelasscribbles @mydemonsdrivealimo @trappedinfanfiction @peonierose @potionsprefect @coffeeheartaddict2 @secretaryunpaid @cadybear420 @choices-ceri

[anthurak]

✨ Give yourself and your writing a compliment.

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

First off, thanks for the ask and thanks for telling me to give myself a compliment :D

For an upcoming WIP I’ll actually do you one better and talk about two of them. Mostly because they are technically done and ready to post but I’ve been sitting on them for frankly way too long.

First is an Owl House fic about Titan Luz (specifically as 'what if Luz kept her Titan transformation' AU) that I am actually in the process of posting as we speak. Basically as soon as I come up with a damn title for the thing you can expect it up on my AO3 page XD

Second is, of all things, a Lyrical Nanoha comedy-smut fic about Subaru and Teana hopelessly crushing/hopelessly denying crushing on their unreasonably attractive superiors (and each other) while Nanoha has decided the best way to deal with a possible rival for her wife’s affections is to seduce said rival while Signum is quite confused what is going on. It’s frankly SO outside my normal wheelhouse in both fandom and genre (aside from the comedy) that I’m still not sure what to do with it. That being said, if people would like to read it, let me know :)

Favorite character to write probably goes to Raven Branwen in my Rosebird parents AU series. It’s just so much fun and interesting to write this version of Raven who is still carrying a shitload of baggage and is desperately trying to be a good mom while also kind sucking at being a conventional ‘good mom’ but she still loves her daughters and will do anything for them.

Though another strong contender for this category would definitely be writing Ruby in my Hunters of Light and Shadows Kingdom Hearts crossover, as both the cool older friend to Sora, Kairi and Riku and also badass monster hunter XD

[atonalginger]

WIP Wednesday

So today's WIP is a memory/flashback that will be sliced into an upcoming story Stowaway Savior, starring Ruby and Goose and introducing a new oc, Cooper Benbow. This memory is Cooper's and in his POV. When it's finally incorporated into the story it will probably be broken up so y'all get to see it in one piece here

Also it should be warned that there are spoilers for Starborn Saga in this sneak peek under the cut. In case you don't want to be spoiled on that fic *shrug*

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The spacer stumbled back with a machete buried in their suit, visible streams of steam seeping from the rip as the frozen hellscape played bloody hell on the dying fool. Goose kicked the spacer back, unaware of the straggler sneaking up on him. Cooper took aim, slowly pushing all the air from his chest and holding as he pulled the trigger, watching the spacer’s helmet explode in a red vapor-spray, the deafening crack of his rifle ringing out into the crater seconds after the spacer laid dead behind his Crimson captain.

Goose spun around, his sidearm in hand, to see the dead straggler. He scanned his surroundings and then raised his arm up to where Cooper was perched. A chirp in Cooper’s ear lined up with Goose tapping his wrist controls, causing the pilot to smirk under his helmet. He opened the line before slinging his rifle onto his back, “howdy handsome.”

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Goose snapped back, a unexpected heat in his words.

“I got word from a tiny gemstone you were hunting vermin by your lonesome and might need some backup,” Cooper was making his way down the winding stairs, his footfalls echoing as they hit the creaking metal steps, “I thought we agreed you wouldn’t pull dangerous stunts like this again.”

“Ruby called you?” Goose wasn’t moving from his place, scanning the crater with anxious movements that were upsetting to watch.

“Yes, she did. She was worried about you but didn’t want to get your parents involved,” Cooper reached the bottom and strolled over to Goose, “what’s got you so jumpy?”

“You shouldn’t be out here!” Goose snapped his head back to Cooper, his visor hiding his face, though his intense green eyes could be felt all the same.

“Why not?” Cooper pressed.

“There are morphs out here,” Goose growled, “I came out here to liberate the stolen crates quickly but you being down here complicates that.”

“You landed in morph territory alone?” Cooper raised his voice, “and have the audacity to be mad at me?”

“It’s too dangerous for you to be down here!” Goose yelled.

“But not for you?” Cooper shouted back.

“I’m expendable, you’re not!” Goose yelled before whirling around and storming over to a hand loader stacked with sealed crates, “but since you’re here now, grab a fucking loader so we can get on a ship before the locals show up.”

Tears welled up in Cooper’s eyes, Goose’s words banging around in his skull. He wanted to grab the temperamental ginger, shake him to knock sense back into him but not here. He was right about one thing, it was too dangerous to stand around. He hurried over, grabbing the handle of the other hand loader, and started dragging it toward the Golden Squid.

Such a silly name for a ship and yet it fit Goose and his new pride and joy perfectly, the Hope11 docker like a beak and all the bumper legs the tentacles meant to grip her prey. And while the ship itself was black, all the radiators, piping, and attachments had a polished gold sheen. Goose was waiting deep in the loading bay, his sidearm reholstered and a rifle in hand, watching Cooper’s back for any angry locals.

Goose refused to talk more once they were safe on the ship, heading straight for his seat to drop Cooper off at the Stormherald. Just a noncommittal grunt of a ‘goodbye’ as they stood in the loading bay waiting for the ramp to lower. Cooper knew it wasn’t worth escalating here. Not right now. But he would get to the bottom of that outburst in the crater.

several hours later...

“Thanks for assisting out there,” Atomic said with a toothy grin, “always good to know the Freestar has a few captains out there willing to aid their allies.”

“I’m not a…” Cooper caught himself before fully correcting the Pirate Queen. He swallowed and adjusted his gun belt.

“Lieutenant, Captain, it all bleeds together up here,” Lila winked as she tapped her temple, “you have your own ship, making you a captain in my book. As well as the Fleet’s. Have you considered signing on, Lieutenant? Better hours, better pay, more fun.”

Cooper laughed nervously. He was never sure what to say when someone started trying to pull him into the Crimson Fleet.

Goose sighed next to him and gave his arm a backhanded tap, “come on, I’ll walk you to your ship before she starts the hard sell again.”

“We have plenty of boy scout types running with us these days,” Lila teased with her hands on her hips, “just remember the offer is there. We could always use a pilot like you.”

“I will,” Cooper nodded and followed close behind as he and Goose made their way back to the Stormherald.

Goose’s fingers briefly laced with his as they waited for a large traffic jam to clear in the markets and again near the visitor arm of docks. Cooper was flustered, two hours ago Goose was yelling at him, disparaging himself, and now he was sweetly caressing his hand like none of that happened. His stomach turned; he didn’t want to fight but it felt inevitable.

Goose had pressed further into the Stormherald while Cooper locked up the hatch. He heard him in the all-in-one moving things around on the counter, the sound of plates slacking and containers clicking into place. Is he straightening my ship?

Cooper walked into the all-in-one to see that Goose was in fact straightening the kitchen section of the hab, putting the clean dishes away properly and locking all the food containers back into place. He stood there blinking at the scene, trying to wrap his head around what the stubborn ginger was doing.

“I wanted to apologize,” Goose said, his back still to Cooper, “I shouldn't have yelled at you like that. You were there to help and while I had it mostly under control, you made everything move quicker. I’m sorry, Coop.”

“Why were you mad?” Cooper asked, “why did you say…you’re not expendable. Not in the slightest.”

“I was mad because I know you Freestar types,” Goose’s words were barely a whisper, his head hung low, “how quick you soldiers are to play hero and get your asses ripped apart my morphs for folks not worth it.”

“Ethan…” Cooper took a step forward, his hand held out to touch Goose’s arm.

“I still hear his screams sometimes, when the nightmares take root,” Goose shook his head, “he didn’t have to die there. He could have run, scrambled into the loading bay, but he didn’t. He stood there, facing a monster, and died for it.”

“Who?” Cooper winced at his question. It felt invading and nosy even if it was necessary.

Goose sighed, “A soldier that was traveling with Atomic when we met her. Fury was a decent guy who deserved better. He didn’t have to die for some punk kid.”

Cooper remembered that name. He was a green recruit, fresh off the farm, when Commander Shepard was reported dead from a terrormorph attack outside Akila City. Word was he was a damn hero, working side by side with pirates to liberate the city from outlaws and then sacrificed himself to save his crew from a UC xenoweapon attack. He’d never realized that Goose was apart of that crew.

“He wouldn’t think that,” Cooper said softly, “and I can think of at least a few people who would be devastated to hear you talk like this. To hear you call yourself expendable.”

“Every pirate in the fleet is expendable,” Goose stood a little straighter, “and I’m sure your COs would say the same about your soldiers.”

“I’m not talking about them,” Cooper was firmer, “Do you have any idea how lost I’d be without you? You aren’t expendable to me, dammit!”

He could see Goose’s jaw flex, setting into place.

“Ethan, look at me,” Cooper took his arm and forced the ginger to face him.

Goose’s eyes were turned to the ground, reddened and glassy. His cheeks were flush and his lips a thin line as he bit his lower lip. Cooper reached out and cupped Goose’s face in both hands, rubbing his thumbs across the rosy cheeks. He leaned in and kissed the line of lips, feeling his pirate stiffen his stance, locking up, as their lips met.

Cooper internally sighed and went to pull away when Goose’s hands seized his face, his lips pushing hard against Cooper’s, a passionate hunger overpowering both their senses. He leaned into Goose, pressing his body against his pirate, Goose’s hand slipping back into his hair and seizing a chunk while rocking back into Cooper.

[purdledooturt]

The darling @riskpig tagged me for WIP Wednesday/Thursday so here I am! 🙈 I have this scene/idea I wrote on my notes app in October that’s looking for a home in a fic, but I thought it was hilarious so I’m putting it out anyway (it’s pretty raw and unedited but it made me happy when I wrote it so I hope y’all enjoy anyway)

🩷

She looked at him as they rested under the cover of the sparse tree, near the mindflayer pod that Astarion had emerged from. Tav hunched over with her head tucked towards her knees, wishing the dizziness away. Her new companion must regret joining her now.

Looking up at him, she noted his eyes. Red, deep and inviting like rubies inlaid in a cave.

Pale skin. Red eyes. This could only mean —

She stood to her feet in a flash and blinked at him as she wobbled in place, still unsteady. He looked at her in surprise, raising an eyebrow her direction, before looking behind him to see if she’d spotted anything. He found nothing.

“Yes?” He asked, as he watched her shuffle around her belongings.

She dug through her bag, the tiny thing that it was at her hip, and unfurled a wizard’s hat she had scrounged up from a barrel just down the beach. Odd spot to hide it, but it’s since been rehomed, so what did it matter?

She shook the hat open, trying to flatten the creases with her hands against her thighs. Her new companion said nothing as she pulled at the brim. She gave it a tentative sniff — inoffensive, which was a bonus — and nodded to herself in approval.

She handed it to him.

“For you,” she said, “to protect you from the sun.”

He froze, his lips pursed and eyebrows knitted in a frown. “What?”

“You’ll burn out here,” she fussed, as she waved the hat towards him with a nod of her head. “Go on, put this on.”

He gave her an odd, unreadable look. Was she being too forward? He’d made no motion to take the hat — instead, he crossed his arms across his chest. He scoffed. “Whatever do you mean, darling?” He asked, in a tense drawl.

“You’re an albino, aren’t you?” She asked, pulling the hat back to her chest as the longer she held it out she found the larger the feeling of dejection grew. She had only meant to help, but in the back of her head she could hear her mother telling her to remember people’s boundaries. “I’m sorry, I don’t have a nicer hat,” she looked down at the scavenged hat, before looking back up at him as he now stared at her wide eyed, lips pursed in an attempt to hold in laughter.

He let out a little snicker. The corners of his eyes creased as he turned away, before turning back to her with an amused look.

Oh. She wasn’t being pushy — this must mean she was being dim.

“Oh, well, don’t worry about it then if you don’t want to,” she said lamely, as she rolled the hat back up to size to fit her little pack. Tav could feel her face burning — maybe she should wear the hat instead if the heat was affecting her this much.

“Thank you, darling,” he said, with mirth in his voice and obvious glee in his eyes, “but I will be fine.”

She nodded, mutely, as she straightened out invisible creases from her tunic. “Okay,” she stared ahead, into the wreckage of the nautiloid ship that now seemed much smaller than it was when she was inside it. “Let’s… let’s go.”

She sighed, shaking her head. Jokingly, she said, “well, as you can tell, the tadpole probably won’t have much to eat up here,” she tapped at her temple.

Her companion released a peal of laughter from behind her.

This was going to be a long trip.

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I will tag @gwen-writes and @cinnamontails-ff for this upcoming Wednesday 🥹 and I am tagging u back @riskpig because I always love seeing your art 🩷

[solariswrites]

Writing Updates

WIPS

When Love isn't Practical (LITA; Phayu/Rain)

Your Body is the Gateway (LITA; Phayu/Rain)

I Could Be Your Boyfriend (Eclipse; Akk/Ayan)

Written on Your Skin (LITA; Phayu/Rain)

Ali3n Life (OC; Reina/Ruby)

Not Gonna Fall (Love Syndrome;Nan/Mac)

Under the Snow (OC; Darius/Zolarr)

Writing Event Works

Vampire (LITA; Phayu/Rain)

What Comes Next (LITA; Phayu/Rain)

Not Your Momma's Nightmare (LITA; Phayu/Rain)

Snippets of Upcoming Works / Wips (Random)

Not Gonna Fall

“Good, come on. Didn’t you want a ride for me winning?” Mac asked purposefully looking put out. Nan liked the chase just as much as he liked the submission Mac let him have. But the latter he had to earn. That meant Nan had to tap into his understanding of Mac so that he would behave right. 

“Rewards are important.” Nan smiled as he watched Mac’s grin brighten. He’d gotten it right.

[kinaesthetiqueer]

Hiiii~!! 1, 5, and 24?

1. Do you have a word-count goal for the upcoming year?

I don't! I don't even think I've ever conceptualized such a thing. Maybe 100k?

5. Which WIP is first on your list to complete this year? Will you post a snippet?

I would love to finish Volume 1 of snowstorm vampire AU by the end of the year! I'd also love to post a few chapters of Toward Hidden Horizons but... we'll see.

Sure! Since this is question five, here's five lines from the next five ssvau V1 chapters, in no particular order.

Even Jaune isn't immune to that much sarcasm. He makes a face at her and moves ahead in line.

I am not afraid of Yang Xiao Long! I am not! Weiss chants furiously to herself, skating from glyph to glyph.

Alone in this tiny room, Weiss can't help it anymore; she cries.

At least I got a full night's sleep… in the middle of the day. Surely this won't have consequences for my sleep schedule.

“Blake, I know my Grimm!” Ruby lifts her head from the scope to roll her eyes. “It has two heads- one's black, one's white!”

24. By the end of this year, you want your fandom to think of you as “that author who _______.”

Oh gosh. Can I be honest? The idea of being known in the fandom terrifies me, any fandom! I've been there and I'm good never going back. I'm just grateful for any love toward my writing but I never want to be known enough honestly. Can I just be the little weirdo in the corner that writes rarepair wlw supernatural AUs? 💚

[sapphickocho]

🧿💌for the fanfic ask game

sorry for taking so long to answer <3 from this ask game here

🧿what steps do you take to not take things personally if a fic doesn't do well?

Usually I just cry. Okay in all seriousness, I take things pretty well. I understand that sometimes my ideas can be too niche, or it simply doesn't get out there. I love writing fanfic because I know that there will be a select few that do appreciate it, and that's all that matter. And that's what I focus on 🤷‍♂️

💌 Share your upcoming writing (WIP)

this is too my flames of the ember haired courtesan readers out there;

The streets were identical to the night before, but something had changed under Akazas gaze. They felt more alive, then simple lowly weaklings. Merchants sang of glistening jewels and petty offerings to those milling about. Jewels. Kyojuros eyes were already like them, a sparkling ruby-however he could already imagine a piece of finery on him. It would be beautiful. His heart circled once again to the idea of Kyojuro. His smile was like spun glass, a flower opening to the world. He would never been able to imagine such a genuine open expression until he saw it in real time. Akaza had drank in the sight of his lips, his hair, his eyes like it was a glimpse of sacred candlelight. It was such a contrast from there first meeting, when they had stood across a field, weapons and fists raised to end the life of the other. He realized, with sudden clarity, he wanted his fists to uncurl into hands that could hold him.

[emotionalcadaver]

WIP Whenever

Was tagged by the lovely @eclecticwildflowers to do this!

Tagging @confidentandgood, @areyenotfondofmelobster, @scaryscarecrows, @roofgeese, @emilynightshade89, @shelbydelrey, @detectivelokis, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @angryvengeful, and anyone else interested!

It may be a little while before any of this gets posted, since I’m trying to get more into the habit of finishing my WIPs before I start posting them, but I figured I’d give you guys a little blurb from the my upcoming sequel to These Devilish Intentions. 

Red Right Hand Chapter 1: In the Depths of Hell

Lucy could feel the powerful muscles in the horse’s side move against her legs with every step it took. The morning air was still cool, and as always full of smoke and the smell of burning coal. Shifting forward, she settled her hands on Tommy’s waist for balance, her chest pressed to his back as he clutched the horse’s reins in his hand. They rode without a saddle, her hand petting unencumbered along the soft black fur that covered the horse’s back.

As they walked in a steady, unhurried stride down the road, the people gathered there gasped, scrambling to the sides to get out of the way. Many of them rushed into their houses and closed the doors, drawing the curtains across the windows. Lucy tilted her head, well aware that her gray cap obscured the top half of her face from view. With every step the horse made her red curls bounced and swayed around her chin rhythmically. 

Tommy pulled them to a stop in the center of the road. As always she kept her head on a swivel, eternally aware of the weight of the gun resting in her holster against her ribs. It was unlikely that any of these common people would try anything. They all knew what would happen if they did. But still, one never could be too careful.   

Two figures raced around the corner. One, a man, garbed in all black. The other, a woman, in a teal shirt. Cutting it a bit close, as far as punctuality could be concerned.

They skittered to a stop in front of them, looking up with eyes full of fear.

“Sir?” the man said to Tommy. “This is her.”

Tommy shot a lazy glance to the woman, examining her carefully. “The girl who tells fortunes?”

The woman said nothing, but looked at Tommy levelly. Tommy reached into his pocket, and passed a few folded notes to the man. Lucy spotted a gaggle of children, watching from behind a box. A man and woman half-obscured from view by the shirts and skirts flapping on a clothesline. Families peeking behind the edges of curtains to look out their windows. Good. Let them all watch. That was what they were here for, after all.

The woman in the teal shirt pulled a red bag from her pocket, pouring from it a fine, bright red powder into her palm. Red like blood. Red like a ruby. Red like Lucy’s hair.

The woman began to chant softly, her eyes fixed into the horse’s eyes, her lips lowered to just above her outstretched palm. And then, with one great exhale of air, she blew the red powder out and into the horse’s face. He neighed, tossing his head back, but did not rear. Just snorted and shook out his mane.

The man gripped the woman tightly by the wrist. Never once did he take his eyes off of Tommy. They backed away slowly, bowed once, and, after Lucy gave a jerk of her chin in permission, they took off running back the way they came.

Tommy guided the horse in a small circle, its hooves clicking against the cobblestones.

“The horse’s name is Monaghan Boy,” Tommy’s voice boomed across the silent street. “Kempton, three o’clock, Monday. You ladies have a bet yourselves but don’t tell anyone else,” he began to urge the horse forward again. When she glanced over her shoulder, Lucy could see that the people were beginning to emerge from their hiding places, some going back to their usual business, but many of them watching them leave with expressions that were in equal parts full of wariness and wonderment.

As soon as they’d vanished from the view of the street, Tommy urged Monaghan Boy into a steady trot. Lucy relaxed somewhat, letting her chest press more firmly against his back, feeling his warmth even through the layers of his clothes. He always ran hot, like the fires of hell itself lived within his veins. They rode swiftly past Charlie’s yard, the roar of the factories, the creaking screams of heavy machinery echoing around them. Like the cries of damned, tortured souls wailing to the sky for absolution.  

They’d left early that morning. Early enough that most people were still in bed, the streets almost empty. But now they were alive and bustling, people dodging and jumping out of the way of the black horse. Jeremiah was walking the streets, bible in hand, shouting something about Abraham. He nodded in greeting when he saw them, a grin spreading across his face. Tommy gave a small tilt of his head in acknowledgment. Lucy smiled. They passed a group of blind beggars, seeking their way with the help of sticks and a dog, a metal cup stretched out in a silent plea. The handful of coins Tommy tossed in their cup clinked.

Monaghan Boy turned a corner, a few of the men gathered outside of the Garrison mumbling greetings. There was a sudden boom from up a head, and for a moment the horse jerked in surprise and fright, a high sound emitting from its throat, but all it took was a firm jerk of the reins from Tommy and he settled. Two coppers, dressed in their uniforms, nodded and tipped their hats as they passed.

“Good morning, Mr. Shelby.”

As they continued down the street, she tossed a glance over her shoulder, smirk tracing over her lips at the people looking up at them as they rode. Birmingham was quite likely hell on earth, dark and black with soot and smoke, rage and pain. 

But hell wasn’t so bad, when you have the Devil on your side.

[nirikeehan]

WIP WEDNESDAYYYY

I got tagged by @theluckywizard and I think I'll share a bit of this confrontation between Samson and Thalia in the upcoming chapter of Through a Glass, Darkly, aka nightmare!au.

He's trying to be a Nice Guy™ and win her over, and then, uh. That doesn't work and shit gets creepy.

Tagging to share your own work, if interested:

@oxygenforthewicked | @highwayphantoms | @monocytogenes | @bluewren | @delicatefade | @exalted-dawn-drabbles | @fandomn00blr | @little--abyss | @rowanisawriter

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Samson returned and, true to his word, he held a wrapped package, tied with a satin bow. He held it out to her with both hands, like an offering. Despite his smirk, the rest of his face looked painfully sincere. 

This had to be some sort of trick, like the summoning stone. “I don’t understand,” Thalia said helplessly. 

“Most people start with ‘thank you,’” Samson quipped. 

Thalia huffed, snatching it from him. She tore open the packaging, ignoring the hunger in his eyes as she did. In a narrow box, folded with painstaking care, was a bolt of fabric, silk or linen, dyed a deep scarlet. Thalia frowned. No, that was wrong. She grabbed it and shook it free, letting the box fall to the ground. 

It was a dress. The strangest, ugliest dress she had ever seen. Despite clear technical craftsmanship, she wasn’t sure how any woman could actually wear this dress. Holes — large ones — appeared throughout the area where the bodice should be. There were no sleeves, only larger bits of fabric that, she supposed, were meant to wrap around the bosom to give the wearer the smallest illusion of modesty. The skirt was similarly baffling, just long strips of gauzy, transparent fabric, so that one might bare her her entire thigh as she walked. And some of the skirts had… cuffs? As if they were to be adorned to the wrists. 

It was a dress devised by a madman. 

Thalia looked from it to Samson, who grinned.

She felt ill. “You thought… I would like this?”

“I designed it myself,” Samson said, a touch defensively. 

Of course. Thalia looked away. He thought he could lure her here — using Cullen’s voice — and win her over with this monstrosity? 

“Well?” Samson prompted. 

What did he expect from her? Praise? Adoration? If so, he was delusional. Thalia balled the dress into her fist in a flash of fury and threw it at him. Samson grunted in surprise as it landed over his head, blinding him. Thalia ran for the exit, eyes on her fallen staff.

She only made it a few steps before his shadow was upon her. She felt his metal hand seizing her shoulder. Thalia spun, reaching behind her back and drawing the dagger. It was pitiful in the face of his terrible armor and great sword, but she refused to be taken without a fight. 

“Leaving so soon, are we?” Samson drawled, smirking at her weapon. “Not even a goodbye? That’s not very polite, after I’ve been such a gracious host.” 

Thalia slashed at his face. Samson knocked her wrist, deflecting the blow. He stepped past her and in a fluid movement, swept out her leg with his. Thalia lost her balance, and, with a cry, crashed to the ground. She scrambled back on all fours as he advanced, grinning.

“Feisty though, I’ll give you that.” Samson stomped toward her, overtaking her with ease. “What’s wrong? You didn’t like my gift?”  

 He squatted down and seized her wrist, prying her fingers off the dagger’s handle. Thalia gasped in pain, scrambling for purchase and coming up with nothing but damp rock and moss. His strength was incredible; the ruby red crystal in his breastplate hummed through her bones.

“No matter. I’ll see you in that dress, my dear, one way or another.”

[dollyyun]

───── ⋆⋅☆ 𝑾orks in progress (2)

PAIRING: cold ceo!jay x beauty influencer fem!reader SYNOPSIS: seeing your older brother's best friend in real time again after many years brings back bittersweet memories you buried deep in the wreckage of your mind and evokes a familiar yet forbidden attraction for the man who is out of your league. just as you have every intention to steer clear of him, the universe pulls a reverse uno card, and thus, your fate seems to interweave with his. the tension between you two grows thicker and thicker, and you wonder if he still sees you as his best friend's younger sister or as a real woman. GENRE: 18+ (mdni), adulthood, 6 years age gap (jay is 28, reader is 22), grumpy x sunshine, angst, slow burn kinda, jay calls reader 'sunshine'. WARNING: profanities, heartbreak, alcohol consumption, possessiveness, smut, unprotected sex (no!), harddom!jay, sub!reader, oral (f & m rec), manhandling, breeding kink, degradation, edging, overstimulation, (more to be added....) WORD COUNT: est 9k-11k RELEASE DATE: tbc

PAIRING: jake sim x fem!reader x lee heeseung SYNOPSIS: almost everyone on the team knows that park sunghoon's sister, aka you, is off limits, to which your brother made it annoyingly clear, but that doesn't deter you from developing forbidden attractions for two specific individuals, just as they do to you too. with each encounter, their desire for you amplifies, and it doesn't help when your attempts at seducing them under the innocent pretence of yours have been nothing short of obvious. shameless, that's what you are. after putting their differences aside, they have had enough and decided to show you how utterly shameless you are and give you what you strongly desire - them. GENRE: 18+ (mdni), smuts, college au, pinning, tension, forbidden romance, ice hockey, brother's rival heeseung, brother's best friend jake, fluffs. WARNING: profanities, jealousy, possible violence, alcohol consumption, dom!heejake, degradation, mild bondage, manhandling, blowjob, edging, crying, overstimulation, threesome (more to be added....) WORD COUNT: est 20-30k RELEASE DATE: tbc

PAIRING: mafia!lheeseung x assassin fem!reader SYNOPSIS: the mafia princess ─ oh, how you absolutely despise the moniker accorded to you simply because your reputation entails you being the youngest in your clan and who is merely there for pretty decoration, but little do they know that beneath your pristine, angelic facade is a cold-blooded killer whose skills are impeccable. After having enough of the mistreatment from your father, your vengeful spirit propels you to prove him and those who underestimated you wrong by assassinating your father's number one enemy ─ lee heeseung, the leader of lee clan. however, you have underestimated heeseung, and thus, things no longer work in your favour at this time. naturally, you expect heeseung to eliminate his enemy's daughter after the assassination attempt, but his intention clearly shows that he wants to keep you around him for as long as he wants to. as time passes, feelings shift and clothes are discarded, but you remain at the crossroads of choosing your clan or the only man who makes you feel more seen and powerful. GENRE: 18+ (mdni), smut, adulthood, mob world, sci-fi(ish) concept, dark theme, angst, enemies to lovers. WARNING: profanities, violence, blood, murders, smoking, alcohol consumption, mentions of drugs, forced close proximity, unprotected sex (no!), meandom!hee x sub!reader, name calling(slut, princess, darling), rough/hate sex, slight bondage, creampie, overstimulation (more to be added....) WORD COUNT: est 17k-20k RELEASE DATE: tbc

PAIRING: enha hyung line x fem!reader SYNOPSIS: being the only human who has been miraculously and specially invited to enrol in the elite academy for vampires, you have long since struggled to fit in due to the discrimination you often face. for the first few weeks, you hated this place and everyone in it, but as time passes, you have grown rather fond of the academy, despite the fact that the place is cluttered with superior beings who view you as nothing but a walking blood bag. although you want to be thankful that none of them have tried to get a taste of your blood, it can't be said the same for the four vampires, who come from distinct yet esteemed clans. you have been made aware that you ought to steer clear of their path, but it is as though there is a magnetic pull in you that often draws them to you. despite experiencing pain and humiliation from your four tormentors, you can't deny that you, too, feel a sense of magnetic attraction towards them that only seems to amplify with each moment filled with unspoken yet palpable tension. GENRE: 18+ (mdni), reverse harem, dark themes, vampire au, fantasy romance, soulmate kinda concept, smuts. WARNING: explicit themes, profanities, violence, blood, murders & deaths, manipulation, corruption, mild bullying, humiliation, alcohol consumption, vampire sex, hard&mean!doms, voyeurism, degradation, markings, biting(drawing out blood), lots of manhandling, crying, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, eventual fivesomes (more to be added....) RELEASE DATE: tbc

TAGLIST: CLOSE

[mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea]

☂️🌪️

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you’d like to just explain and share because you’re not sure you’ll ever write it? If so, what is it?

Found this in my Sticky Notes...uh...notes. I like this idea, but I'm not sure if it's one I'll ever stumble back over to:

X-Treme X-Men fanfics: Revisit the AU w/Sheriff Summers Emma is Miss Emma; owns/runs the Queen of Diamonds saloon & brothel. Has a relationship with Sheriff Summers and has for a long time. They have a daughter named Ruby (age?) but because of the town's conservative views, they've sent her to a posh all-girls finishing school in Boston where Emma's originally from.

🌪️Sum up a WIP with a few fic tropes/Ao3 tags.

James "Bucky" Barnes/Scott Summers, Fake Marriage, Homophobia, Triple Team-Up, X-Men, Avengers, S.H.I.E.L.D., Stark Tech, Banter, Humor, Mission Fic, Fucking with the straights, Terms of Endearment, Cupcakes, Bucky's birthday, Blow job, Fairy Godfather Tony Stark

WIP/Upcoming Project Asks.

[annas-hair-donut]

Fierce & Feisty Friday

Rules: Post a snippet from one of your fics (can be published or WIP) featuring a fierce and/or feisty character this Friday or next, then tag some people so they can share, too! (Feel free to use the banner if you want!)

Tagging: @thecassadilla @true--north @bad-at-names-and-faces @annaofthenorthernlights and anyone else that wants to play!

🌩️🌻🌩️🌻🌩️🌻🌩️🌻🌩️🌻🌩️🌻🌩️🌻🌩️🌻🌩️🌻🌩️🌻

This week's fierce and feisty comes from my fic, "Boom! Clap!" (Frozen - Kristoff/Anna) for the upcoming Frozen Smut Week: Ruby..

“Boom, boom, boom, clap!” Anna sang, stomping her foot and clapping her hands with the words.

Kristoff backed his stool up to the door and leaned back.

“I can handle the door,” Sven said.

“Yeah, I think I’m gonna get a glass of water,” Kristoff said.

Sven looked back at the stage, and said teasingly, “Yeah, you’re thirsty, aren’t you?”

Ignoring him, Kristoff slinked in the shadows at the back of the bar and leaned against the wall. His leg was killing him after sitting on the stool for so long, but the unobstructed view was worth it.

“You're the magic in my veins / This must be love,” she sang.

Kristoff rolled his eyes. Magic. Love. Such a naïve way of thinking about it. It had to be much more than that. He’d seen people risk their lives–die–for people they loved. And there wasn’t anything magical about it.

“Boom, clap! The sound of your heart. The beat goes on and on and on and on and on again.”

At least that was a sentiment he could get behind.

“Boom, clap!” Anna sang and tossed her hair in time with the beat.

She clapped her hands again, each time startling Kristoff a little more. “Boom, clap! You make me feel good. / Come on to me, come on to me.”

Kristoff licked his lips when Anna ran her fingers through her hair. Then he scanned the room, always keeping her in his periphery. And all his attention focused back on her when she clapped her hands again with “Boom, clap!”

He folded his arms and put his hand to his chin. One of the nice things about not being in the army anymore was not having to shave every day. But Anna probably preferred clean-shaven men.

By the time she got to “You’ve got me burning up with all of your love,” she had figured out how transfixed Kristoff was, and she seemed to sing—and dance—just for him. He needed confirmation, but he didn’t dare turn his head.

He learned two things as his eyes swept the room: (1) Her eyes were smoldering, angry at him and no one else; and (2) There was a man at the bar who couldn’t take his eyes off of her either, but she paid him absolutely no attention. 

She didn’t even know that her eyes should cut holes in his soul instead of Kristoff’s, but Kristoff wouldn’t have her move them for anything, which is why he gave her 95% of his attention while he kept an eye out for the man who was leering at her.

Everyone clapped when she was done, and her admirer made a huge show of it, but Kristoff kept his arms folded.

He sat at the end of the bar while her biggest fan fawned all over her in the middle. It was only karaoke, but he acted like she was some sort of pop star.

He watched Anna out of the corner of his eye while he drank his water. It still felt like a luxury to him, more so than the whiskey being poured into Anna’s glass. He chuckled when he noticed all the red liquid being poured on top of it, though. It was one of the few times Kristoff had smiled, albeit a small one, since getting back.

He looked away when she pulled the cherry stem from between her teeth. He knew she saw him, but he nearly choked on his water when she slammed her bag onto the bar next to him.

“What?” she asked in an irritated tone.

He swallowed audibly and lied like he’d been trained to, “Look, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Her fan followed right after, rudely grabbing her hips from behind and kissing her cheek.

She squeaked, then giggled. “Not now!” she said in a soft teasing voice to the man, along with a gentle pat on his cheek. Clearly, Kristoff had misread the situation, and that bothered him even almost as much as the chill that had all his arm hairs standing up.

He slugged back the last of his water and slammed the glass on the table. He walked away without a word, but he could feel her eyes burning into his back, even while she laughed with the other man.

He didn’t look back until he got to his stool, and even though the guy’s tongue was halfway down her throat, she was looking right at Kristoff.

He rolled his eyes and went back to doing his job. He didn’t need that kind of drama.

To be published at AO3 on March 26th for Frozen Smut Week: Ruby.

[joeys-piano]

Thanks for the tag @thechaoscryptid- I work on one WIP at a time, so this will be laughingly easy, I guess???

WIP GAME RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.

Current WIP -> You Find A Way

This is a dreamling oneshot featuring our best bois playing The Oldest Game. Except the world isn't ending - in a traditional sense, at least. But when your world is a fond, beautiful soft man who happens to be a lecturer and unfathomably human, you (Dream of the Endless) invoke the origins of The Oldest Game. For the oldest game has always been coaxing your loved ones to spend the day with you.

Upcoming WIP -> The Longest Night

Essentially, a dreamling medieval mystery thriller told in six or seven parts. Dream's tools - his sand, his helmet, and his ruby - are scattered across the continent and a rogue nightmare began a cult to destroy him from the inside-out. Because if Dream of the Endless is the embodiment of the human unconsciousness, who does he become if all the "good" has been torn out of him? On an epic chase to stop the Corinthian, and collect his tools from good intentions, a weakened Dream fighting against the Nightmare he'd soon become partners with familiar mercenary Hob Gadling to save a world worth living in. But with increasing tensions from the French and this being the war cry of the Middle Ages, what constitutes as a world worth living really depends on who you're asking.

[as-nodt-ghostwriter]

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