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[thcllslnrd]

Writing Commissions!!

Hello!! This is something I’ve been thinking about doing for a long time, but due to school starting up and the holidays just a few months away, I need it more than I ever really have. Covid has kinda put a halt on me getting a job in my area right now and I’m working to get my license, but sadly things have just been slow for me and I can’t afford to wait anymore. Due to all this, I’m officially holding writing commissions!  Everything below is what you’ll need to know if you’re looking to buy my writing from me. If you’re not able to buy anything, please help signal boost with a repost or share with someone you know who might be interested!

BASIS INFO:

I have the right to turn down or deny any commission if I’m uncomfortable or don’t want to write what you’re asking of me.

I’ll send small updates of the piece as I’m writing it to show that there’s progress and to see if you like it so far, but I will not be sending the full piece until it’s been paid for in its entirety.

Questions count as updates. If I’m asking about anything related to the the piece, more than likely I’m just pausing to ask/double check with something.

If I go over a discussed limit, whether it’s page or word length, there’s no charge! Call it my treat for commissioning me in the first place :)

Yes I can write smut and I have in the past, but considering I’m a minor, I’m not going to be posting and/or writing it for profit.

Orders over $30 come with a free gift of choice! So far I’m thinking of either an aesthetic mood board or a short Spotify playlist of one of the characters or ship, but if you have any other ideas or something specific you’d like, I’ll see what I can do.

When writing OC’s, I’ll need some sort of detailed spreadsheet or file so I have a good idea about who I’m writing for you. I’ll probably ask questions while I write just in case, but having a big sheet of basic info is still needed.

My first (and only) language is English. I can always sprinkle in bits of a second language, but unless you know the other language you’re requesting and I can ask you for translations, I’ll have to use Google Translate. 

PRICING:

0.01 per word (100 words = $1, 1,000 words = $10)

$1 per 1 hour of research time (0.50 for a half hour, etc)

OC’s are an additional $2 per character, for self insert/cross canon only! There’s no extra charge necessary if I’m writing you’re characters only. (1 insert OC = $2, 4 insert OC’s= $8, etc.)

I’m currently taking payments over PayPal and I will send you a link to my page to send in your payment once we’ve finalized what you want and how much you’re paying. I’m looking into making a Cashapp account as well, but I’ve also made an Amazon wish list where you could order something of the same price range as an alternate from of payment.**

WRITING:

I’ll write pretty much anything as far as subject matter and character goes, so I’m listing the things I won’t do instead. I’ll also have some in the tags, but to put it all out there, here’s a docs page full of characters, ships, fandoms, and subjects that I know I like to write about.

     DON’TS:

Smut

The act of rape/sexual abuse/vore (reference talk or mentions is a different story)

Pedophilia

Incest

Sexual age regression 

CONTACT INFO:

You can DM me here on Tumblr: @thcllslnrd 

My Instagram DM’s are open as well! And yes, the account is blank as far as posts right now (I plan on posting mostly art stuff soon), but it’s mine and active: @.thcllslnrd

My twitter: @.thcllslnrd

Standard email address: thcllslnrd@gmail.com

And my Linktree for any other places I’m active/signed up for!

**Edit: New forms of payment added/in the works!

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by ThCllslNrd

On a late night at the Lynch barns, Ronan has a nightmare. He does his best to try and leave Adam Parrish out of the mess that is his dreams and nightmares, but it's hard to do when they're brought out with a mind of their own.

Words: 4070, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Raven Cycle - Maggie Stiefvater

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Orphan Girl | Opal, Chainsaw (Raven Cycle)

Relationships: Ronan Lynch/Adam Parrish

Additional Tags: Post-The Raven King, Pre-Call Down the Hawk, Opal (a Raven Cycle Story), Fluff, Comfort, Cuddling, Ronan has a nightmare, and it doesn't really bother him but it kinda does, Adam is doing his best to show his support, I also made a dream creature cause why not??, thought it was a cute idea lmao

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I Live a Lonely Life (Without You)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/34bl5An

by ThCllslNrd

On a late night at the Lynch barns, Ronan has a nightmare. He does his best to try and leave Adam Parrish out of the mess that is his dreams and nightmares, but it's hard to do when they're brought out with a mind of their own.

Words: 4070, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Raven Cycle - Maggie Stiefvater

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Orphan Girl | Opal, Chainsaw (Raven Cycle)

Relationships: Ronan Lynch/Adam Parrish

Additional Tags: Post-The Raven King, Pre-Call Down the Hawk, Opal (a Raven Cycle Story), Fluff, Comfort, Cuddling, Ronan has a nightmare, and it doesn't really bother him but it kinda does, Adam is doing his best to show his support, I also made a dream creature cause why not??, thought it was a cute idea lmao

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/34bl5An

[thcllslnrd]

I Live a Lonely Life (Without You)

So...I listened to all of The Raven Cycle + Opal in a week and I'm currently listening to Call Down The Hawk, so I set this up between Ronan and Adam during a night at the barns. I've been getting hella feelings about these two so of course I took a break to write something for them lol

Here’s a snippet of the piece, and here’s the link to the whole work on ao3!!

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Ronan had to stand in the night for a moment before going back inside. He took a breath as he watched the cat walk away, looking around at the world while running his hands down his shaved head. The air smelled cleaner and thinner after the storm hours ago. It was pretty clear from the way the leaves shined and the grass soaked his feet, the rain colder than the barns’ hardwood floor. He always liked that smell, closing his eyes and letting it flow through his lungs for a while. He had no idea how long he was outside for but it didn’t seem long, stepping back inside and wiping the rain, dirt, and grass bits off his feet before creaking back up the stairs.

When he opened the bedroom doors he didn’t expect to see Adam awake. He was still laying somewhat, on his back with his legs still stretched in front of him, but his middle was leaned up from resting his weight on his elbows. His head sat back on the headboard above his pillow but Ronan could tell in the moonlit room his eyes were open. He had this expression of relief but also curiosity, already clear of the situation but interested in more detail.

“Fuck,” Ronan cursed in the doorway.

So much for this being a winning night of interrupted sleep for Adam.

“Nightmare?”

[thcllslnrd]

Spiders Are Actually Arachnids...

It’s about damn time I start posting my writing on here, so I figured why not start with Parksborn! It’s based of a cute pet name idea a friend and I came up with forever and ever ago that I’m finally finished with skjfhds plus I just needed something lighthearted and easy to write, so two birds one stone.

Summary: It’s too late when Peter finally gets home from work and Harry thinks of something new to call his superhero boyfriend.

Peter lost track of time while running tests at Octavius's lab... again. It's easing up to three am and he's hunched over at his lab desk, finishing up some tests that he was actually running on something new. A few weeks back Otto had developed this black sludge of sorts? He wasn’t sure what to call it but it was some sort of personal project that Otto created and he said he needed extra help with. He had left his student alone in the labs an hour ago and asked him to run some tests if he had free time. Peter had finished his own stuff fairly early, so he didn’t think it could hurt.

So far he was getting something, but not much. Whatever this was supposed to be was highly reactive, almost magnetic in a way, following the push and pull of certain things around it. When he ran his finger over the black goo it pushed up, as if to try and make contact, in hundreds of tiny spikes.

Peter pulled the current tube out from under the artificial light and put it back in the little plastic container he had labeled for that exact test. He went to reach for a new container for a sample he hadn't used yet when his phone started buzzing in his back pocket. It caused him to jump a little, considering Peter was the only one in the room and it was absolutely silent beforehand. He was pleasantly surprised when he saw the name Harry on the screen accompanied by a green heart and a cute picture of the redhead he snuck when they were at the library a few weeks ago. 

He slid up on the green button on his cell and put the phone to his ear. "Hey Har, what’re you up to?" He asked, blinking a few times and feeling a sting. How long has it been since Peter even closed his eyes? 

"What am I up to?" Harry sounded worried over the phone but also a tad irritated. "Peter, it's almost three am. Are you still at Otto's?" 

Peter was holding back a yawn as he listened to his boyfriend before stopping dead in his tracks. Three in the morning?

"Wait did you just sa- it's three in the morning?" Peter rolled back in his office chair, standing up and looking at all the work around him, then the clock on the wall. Yup, three am. "Son of a bitch!" 

He could barely hear the laughter on the other line from Harry, which was a little bit of annoyance and "oh my god that man is a disaster". 

"I'm gonna clean up and then be home in twenty babe, promise! I'll walk instead of waiting to take the train, I'll probably be faster that way," Peter was thinking out loud by the end, his phone wedged between his ear and his shoulder. He was quickly and hurriedly stashing his slides back where they went and closing up tubes to leave in the mini-fridge against the wall. 

"As long as you're on your way soon, Pete. And hurry, I'm getting cold and lonely in the apartment, watching Star Wars all by myself..." Harry was just teasing now, laughing behind his words, but little did Peter know that he actually had the Empire Strikes Back playing in the living room.

"Okay, make it fifteen. I'll be there soon!" 

Peter hung up after that and finished quickly packing stuff up, putting away all the machines properly, and taking his lab coat off. Once everything was put away properly and to the way he knew Octavius would like it, he started turning off the bigger machines and all the little lamps. Before turning off the overheads he grabbed his bag, stuffing his lab coat and some of his notebooks from the testing inside. He threw one of the straps over his shoulder and grabbed his keys, locking the lab door behind him after turning off the final sets of lights. 

In twelve of the fifteen minutes he gave himself, Peter was back home to his apartment. The streets were never as busy at night like they were during 5:30 rush hour, so walking faster was easier to do. He had the thought of coming home to his boyfriend on his mind to keep him on track though, knowing tonight wasn’t the night to look around at buildings or signs he’s never noticed before. Besides, when you’ve got a cute, tired redhead back home waiting for you and a Star Wars movie, how could you want to take your time?

The brunet walked through the complexes front double doors, the lobby silent and still, but still waving a quiet hello to the night shift concierge before heading into the elevator. He suppressed a yawn before sticking his key into the doorknob and walking into his apartment. Upon entering the softly lit area, he could hear an array of popping noises from the microwave and Star Wars playing on the big TV, as promised.

 "-Look at me. Judge me by my size, do you? Hm? Mmm. And worry should you not, my ally is the Force." 

Peter turned to find his boyfriend, the one and only Harry Osborn himself, standing by the microwave with a relieved look on his face. He also looked tired, eyes still dark with sleep and his hair definitely showed he was asleep not too long ago. 

"Empire Strikes Back! You really know how to bring a guy home, don't you?" Peter teased, dropping his keys on the counter before making his way towards the redhead. 

Harry let out a laugh and leaned against the back counter when Peter made his way to him. He was honestly just glad the man was home at this point. Usually by ten, or as late as midnight, he'll shoot a text or call his boyfriend to let him know how late it was. Peter had a habit of forgetting everything around him when he got zoned into his own mind or project. He planned on doing the same thing tonight but he fell asleep on himself, and when he woke up at three am to see that Peter still wasn't home, he unlocked his phone as fast as possible. 

Time aside, Harry was glad that his boyfriend was finally home and Peter was glad to be back, and they both showed that off by closing the distance between each other. The kiss was slow seeing as they were both tired and lazy, but even so, the redhead had slowly snaked his arms around the other man's waist to pull him closer. 

That earned a gentle laugh out of Peter and he of course leaned into him because what else was he gonna do with the arms wrapped around him? 

"Thanks for calling and bringing me back home," Peter murmured against his boyfriends' lips, pressing one last quick peck to him before leaning his head back into his own space. 

"No problem, honey. Good to know that if I didn't call you might slowly decay in that lab though," Harry laughed, keeping his arms hooked around Peter's hips and hearing the dry laughter out of the brunet. "What were you working on that kept you focused so long?" 

"Well…" Peter slid out from his boyfriends' grip to pull off his book bag and sit it on the kitchen floor, temporarily. Ignoring the finishing beeps of the microwave, Peter started explaining. "Once Otto left I was helping him work on some personal project he didn’t have enough time to do on his own tonight, but I did get some personal upgrades for the suit worked on tonight." 

He finally finished rummaging through his bag and pulled out two little red bracelet looking things, which did slap on his wrists. They were his usual web-shooters, but he had recently developed a newer, stronger formula and added more guarding around the actual wrist band. It was mostly red and black but now there were little white plastic grooves in the band made the same plastic protection he was adding to his new suit.

Harry watched the whole scene in front of him play out with a sleepy smile, still not fully awake from his nap earlier. He did always love listening to Peter talk, whether it was about science or Spider-Man or something keeping him awake in the middle of the night. Sometimes he liked those moments the best, where it was just the two of them in their pitch-black room, talking about their days at work or something they saw a few hours ago. It was a good sense of relaxation in a way, but he especially liked hearing the brunet talk about things he was interested in. It was usually something Spider-Man or science-related, but it was just the way Peter could talk for hours on end about it and never tire, not what he was talking about.

Peter slipped one of the web-shooters into the taller man’s hand, letting him get a closer look at the gadget and slipping back into his other free arm. 

“I finally finished up that extra strength formula I was cooking up a couple weeks ago so I can pull and carry more weight. I think it’ll go great with the new suit, which I should have finished by the end of the month if things go as planned schedule-wise.”

The redhead passed the gadget back to his boyfriend.

“That’s really good work. It sounds like Spider-Man’s gonna be the coolest hero by the end of the month then, bug.”

Peter dropped the web-shooter down into his bag and leaned into the taller man, both hands now rubbing at his sides as he wrapped his own loosely around Harry’s neck. The popcorn left in the microwave and the movie playing on the big screen was totally forgotten about at this point, the two men tired and taking in each other’s company instead

Peter’s eyebrows furrowed though, noticing something his boyfriend said. Bug? When has Harry ever called him that?

“Bug?” The brunet repeated aloud, “That’s...new. But they aren’t bugs if you’re talking about Spider-Man, spiders are actually arachnids.” He watched the tired grin grow on Harry’s face, matched with a signature eye roll that had nothing to do with annoyance. 

“Mhm… I still like bug better, bug.”

The simple repeat got the shorter man laughing softly, his boyfriend eventually joining in. Peter could see the appeal in the pet name, and it did sound better than arachnid, but like he was ever going to admit to that.

“What, is it gonna piss you off if I keep calling you bug? Or do you actually like it?” Harry asked, still laughing but raising an eyebrow and tilting his head ever so slightly.

Peter was quick to dodge the question, not acknowledging the blush growing on his cheeks either as he dropped an arm to reach to his left and open the microwave. He pulled the bag of popcorn out and stepped out from Harry’s hands, turning and walking towards the couch. He plopped down and felt his body immediately relax and sink into the cushions. 

“I don’t...I don’t believe it!”

“That is why you fail.”

Harry walked out of the kitchen and into the living room shortly after his boyfriend, following in his footsteps and sitting down right next to him, leg pressed against leg. As if on queue the shorter man let his head fall onto the others’ shoulder and he opened the bag of popcorn. 

“You still didn’t answer my question, Pete,” The redhead murmured, reaching into the bag for a handful of popcorn.

“...You’re gonna miss the movie.”

[thcllslnrd]

Strange Love

!! EDIT !!: So this is like kjdfhsk from June? I’m just posting it cause it’s still not bad and I don’t wanna get rid of it, but I’m not gonna finish it since I’ve now finished all 7 seasons and I know these characters totally don’t fit the way I assigned them here anymore. Vampire Bill is...not the guy he was in season 1 lmao. I just wanted to post smth while I’m in the middle of other things, so have an unfinished Parksborn AU!!

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I started watching True Blood recently and even though I've only seen season one so far, the idea of a AU for Parksborn won't leave my head. I mean, a southern Peter with telepathy and vampire Harry? Mmm yes please.

Summary:  “In a society where humans and vampires co-exist, Peter Parker  may have found the perfect boyfriend. Peter is clairvoyant and constantly hears people's thoughts, which makes dating a bit difficult. When vampire Harry Osborn walks into the bar where he works as a waiter, Peter realizes that he can't `hear' what he's thinking and he is immediately attracted.” (Aka the first episode of True Blood written as a Parksbron AU)

Character assignments: Peter as Sookie, Harry as Bill, Flash as Jason, Gwen as Sam, MJ as Arlene, and Miles as Lafayette.

Peter couldn't help when people's thoughts became his own.

He always tried his best to shut everyone out when waiting tables at Stacy's or walking through town, but sometimes it was too much. Took too much energy to shut too many people out. It wasn't like he could control whatever this was, either! But it made the waiters job hard some days.

Tonight was one of the harder days at Stacy's, the local bar getting busy with the usual crowd of people and then some. Only a handful of the customers weren't drunk yet, but it was only 11 p.m. and Peter had no doubt everyone would be hammered in no time. It was a Saturday night so he knew it was bound to end up like this, but he hated busy nights. Busy, drunk, loud nights always meant people's minds were busy, drunk, and loud.

Jesus, how the hell are Parker and Thompson even close to brothers? They're so fucking different, I jus-

How the hell am I gonna pay my rent after all this! Goddamn I don't wanna have to go to that bar and dance around again....

That woman seriously needs to lay off the burgers, I can see them dragging down her face.

Please Jesus, give me just this one whiskey. It's all I want, just a little bit, I know you'll give me the strength to not want shot number two.

Shit, Flash's one hell of a looker. To bad he's always hanging around with his brothers best friend, I'd love a piece of that a-

Peter slammed the two pitchers of Bud onto the table of 4 townsfolk, biting his tongue to keep his mouth shut in front of them.

"My brother can do however he pleases, thank you very much," The brunette mumbled, walking back towards the plate shelf.

Miles, as always, was working hard in the kitchen between stirring something in a two foot tall pot and flipping fresh made burger patties on the flat grill. For as long as Peter's been working at this bar, the other man's been wearing an apron in that kitchen and keeping everyone company. He was funny, gave good advice, and was all around good company.

As he sat down the spatula to the right of the flat grill, Miles started shaking spices into a separate bowl.

"I need'a order of fries. And if you dropped a handful on the floor for me that would be just wonderful." Peter sighed, resting his arms against the cold metal.

"You got it, hun," The darker man finally turned to the waiter, seeing his uniform and overall look for the day. "Goddamn, Petey! What're you doin' with that tight shirt and fluffed up mob'a hair...D'you have a date tonight?"

"No, but when I wear fittin' close I get more tips."

"You got that right. These hillbillies are suck'as for good packagin'."

"And if I act like I don't have'a brain in my skull the tips are even bigger. If I do, there'all a sudden scared a'me." Miles just laughed, looking up from his bowl and pointing to the other with a handful of spice shakers.

"You got it wrong, hun. They ain't scared a'you, they're scared of them leeegs-"

"Miles Morales! I don't wanna hear that from you tonight!" Peter huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

Miles just kept laughing as a bright red-haired girl walked up next to him, putting one plate in each hand. That was Mary Jane, or MJ, and she'd only been working at Stacy two or three years when Peter started. She was sweet, helped him out a lot when he just started serving and taking orders. She had strong opinions, and not the greatest taste in men, but she was always happy and fun to talk to.

"What in the blue hell are you two talkin' 'bout?" Miles turned to the woman with a grin, keeping his hands busy with the food.

"Oh, the usual, Parker's legs an' how everyone wants a hunk outta him." Peter was quick to roll his eyes, looking between the man in the kitchen and the waitress next to him.

"Well, I'm sure he'll figure it all out one day, Miles." MJ took a quick glance between the two before winking and walking off, hands full with paid food to serve.

Peter just bit his lip and walked off with another sigh, knowing the fries would take another minute. He had other orders to attend to, so he went to the bar and grabbed a tray to carry drinks before locking eyes with the bartender, Gwen Stacy.

Gwen was the owner of this bar, which used to belong to her father's before he passed away. They've been friends for years too, met their senior year of high school and have been fairly close since. Peter had always been the loner type anyway but Gwen was a good change of pace. She got along with everyone of all gender, sexuality, color, and opinion (even if she didn't always agree). It made her a good bartender since she had to deal with pretty much everyone in town on the regular, and most importantly a good friend. It did make it strange for her to become his boss after so many years of being friends too, but it left out any awkward 'co-worker and boss' interactions. For the most part.

"How's your night goin', Parker?"

Peter pushed a smile. "I've had better, but it's not'a total wreck."

"Well, is there anythin' I can do to improve it for ya'?"

Peter ran a hand back through his hair, eyebrows knit close in thought. At first he was actually thinking on something to improve his night like an extra break or maybe a free drink, but something changed in the room. He wasn't sure how obvious it was to everyone else in the bar, the sudden silence, but he felt like he could breathe again. No more thoughts about food, beer, liquor, drugs, men, women, sex, all of it was gone. Peter quickly realized it wasn't only everyone's thoughts but everyone in the bar had done dead silent. The whole bar was quick as lightening to end their private conversations. But...why? The hell was everyone so quiet and alarmed by?

Peter didn't see why until he turned around.

Someone new, entirely unfamiliar had walked into Stacy's tonight. It wasn't that new faces weren't welcome here, but there was something clear as day about this new guy. He was tall, but couldn't be more than half a foot taller than Peter, and paler than a piece of printer paper with dark red hair and chocolate brown eyes. There was no question about who he was or what he'd order tonight.

Peter turned back towards the bar and Gwen before him and the redheaded stranger could lock eyes. "My god, I think Stacy's just got its first vampire!"

"Yeah, I think you're right."

"Can you even believe that!? Right here in little ol' Bon Temps? I don't think I've ever been so excited to meet one since they came outta the coffin two years ago!" Peter kept a hold of his tray and pulled his order pad and pen out of his shirt pocket.

He wasn't sure how or why, but when the brunette turned to to serve the vampire, he was already looking right at him. It might have been weird but it was even weirder that Peter was excited, interested to do this. Vampires have been living alongside humans for a solid two years now, but for what he knew, he's never met one before. Especially not in the workplace. Besides, in a small town like this, you rarely got something this exciting.

The brunette walked his way up to the vampire, a smile clad on his face. "Hi, welcome to Stacy's! And what can I get for you tonight?"

The man in the booth was quiet, almost as if he knew everyone was still watching out of the corner of their eyes and thinking about his presence alone. The conversations had picked back up, but if he didn't drown out all the thoughts, they all had something to do with this new vampire.

"Do you guys have any of that bottled, synthetic blood?" Peter bit his lip, already knowing the answer.

"No, I'm really sorry. Gwen got some a last year, but no one ordered it and she had'ta dump it all out after it went bad." He stopped for a second before talking again, trying to fill the silence. "You're our first vampire. Small town."

"Yeah, I think that woman over there's on to me."

"Oh, that's Gwen! She's cool, trust me." Peter kept his smile after looking back to Gwen, unsure why she was watching him so closely.

"Am I...that obvious?"

"A-A little? I mean, I noticed the moment I saw you, but I don't know about everyone else." Peter lied, because he shouldn't be able to know what everyone else thought.

"Well...if you don't have any blood, then I'll just take a glass of red wine. Gives me a reason to stay."

"Oh...o-okay, I can do that for you! Whatever the reason, I'm glad you're staying." Peter smiled, tapping the end of his pen to the notepad.

His smile started to twitch when the woman sitting in the next booth leaned back, pressing her head close to the vampires but keeping her eyes locked on Peter.

"Oh, don't mind Peter. He's craz'r than'a ol' mad dog." There was a real badly spoken tone of seduction in her voice, and if that was her say of trying to flirt or lead on either one of them, she wasn't doing very well.

Peter couldn't help but make a slightly irritated face at her, waiting until he turned away to roll his eyes and huff. He saw the fries waiting at the kitchen window and quickly delivered those and a side of ranch to a different table before getting a glass of red wine from the blonde bartender. He held it, the only thing in one hand, and placed it on the table right in front of the vampire.

"You're reason to stay," Peter smiled, even though noticing the woman from the other booth was in now in the same booth as the redhead.

He clearly seemed to be annoyed, uninterested, but she had her hands all over his shoulder and arm, pressed close. He already felt bad for the vampire having to deal with this woman, until her thoughts were all he could hear, loud in her head. She was doing quick and fairly complicated math as she looked the vampire up and down (as if she was gonna bite him instead), raving about the money she'd get for selling all his blood. When the other woman gave him a weird look, unaware that Peter was even able to listen in on her intentions, he quickly snapped out of it and mouthed a sorry! out before rushing back to the bar.

Well shit.

"Gwen, we've gotta problem, Sarahlee is planning on drainin' that vampire clean and sellin' his blood!" Gwen raised an eyebrow at the man, busying her hands with cleaning a glass.

"Wait, you listened in on her and heard all that?" Peter sighed, knowing it shouldn't have to be much of a question. All of his close friends and family knew of his skill, proved it one way or another until they understood, and what fool would talk about draining a vampire for their blood right next to them?

"Yes! Clear as day!"

"I'm sure he'll make it out okay! Besides, he's a vampire, right? He should be able to handle himself just fine."

Peter turned back to check in on the undead red head, see if the glass of wine had been touched, but no one was in the booth anymore. Not the vampire, or the touchy woman clinging to his arm. His eyes went eyes, frozen for a split second before moving quick and sudden.

"Damn! Gwen, cover me!"

He wasn't quite yelling but he was still talking too loud, dropping his note pad on the middle of the floor and busting through the front door. The hot air hit his skin all too quickly but Peter couldn't even take it in, running down the small set of front steps and out into the parking lot. He had to stop, close his eyes, and focus, of all hopes of finding and trying to help this vampire were blown away. He did just that, clearing his mind and waiting until he got the hint of her thoughts, an echo.

Damn needle...should I keep...worth the wait...

Peter ran as quietly as possible towards the thoughts, stopping dead in his tracks after a few steps to only now realize he was totally defenseless. He knew how to fight with his hands, but considering this woman was handling a vampire all by herself, tonight wasn't the night to take chances. Taking a quick glance around all of the cars, he found a thick link of chain in the open bed of a truck, taking it out and wincing at the sound of metal on metal. If was a quieter carry though, which was good for while she got closer to the vampire and his kidnapper.

For a split second the brunette thought what if Gwen was right? What if the vampires already got his escape planned and he only gets in the way? What if he only makes things worse? Her words were starting to get to him, convincing him to start backing away while he had the chance, until he saw that he was entirely right.

The redheaded vampire from before was now laid out on the ground, needles and wraps all tied and poked into his left arm as the other woman was starting in on his right. She was struggling, and Peter didn't know if it was finding the vein or getting the needle through his skin or what. He was quiet, dead silent but taking a few more steps from behind the struggling woman. The vampire noticed him after awhile, squinting like he was confused or couldn't make out who he was, but the brunette just raised a single finger to his lips in signal for him to keep as he is.

Once Peter was only a yard or so behind the kidnapper, he took a deep breath in before holding the chain with both hands and swinging it against the woman like a baseball bat. She let out a loud gasp as she fell on her stomach, coughing a few times and turning her head to see Peter, still holding the chain and fully prepared to use it again if needed.

"Oh you prissy son of a bitch!" Sarahlee hissed, either from the pain or anger, and pulled a curved blade out from her back pocket. She held the knife out in front of her, just as prepared to use her weapon as he was, but missed on the first swing.

"Step back from him, you low-rent, roadkill eatin, white trash." Peter warned her as harshly as he could, he other woman just laughing and pointing her blade.

"You have no idea who the fuck you're messing with, motherfucker. So just keep your pretty little hands away from me and this vamp, before you get on my bad side."

"Oh please, at this point I'm already sure you don't have any other side."

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20 + 21 for fic writers meme!

Thank you so much for sending me smth!!

20. Describe your perfect writing conditions.

My perfect writing conditions would be myself alone in my room, either comfy at my desk or propped up in bed, and just typing away. Also depending on my mood I'd have snacks or I'll just eat dinner while I write and go back and forth between plate and keyboard lol. And I ALWAYS have music, usually a song or playlist that gives me vibes of the character(s) or the story they're from.

21. How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

Uhhh honestly this depends?? Because my schedule is messy and sometimes I don't get to sit and do it in session, but for a good guess I'd say... 3-5 in full? Sometimes if I'm waiting on a bus or in the car I'll pull the doc up and edit/revise for as long as I can, but then I have to keep doing it like that until it's finished for I can find a free period to sit and do it all at once. And then I always check grammar and spelling, and then I go back and italicize certain words, and THEN I go back and make bits longer or shorter and.....like I said, it's messy, cause I can never make it easy on me lmao

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Midnight, The Stars and You

So I was watching Doctor Sleep again yesterday with my mom, since she didn’t get to see it when it came out, and of course I got feels about Danny and Abra’s niece/uncle relationship so kjsdfhkd ofc I wrote a lil smth for it 

Also this movies been out since like...November 2019?? So I probably don’t need to say it, but spoilers for all of Doctor Sleep and The Shining!!

Summary: Abra’s been doing okay after the night at The Overlook hotel with Rose and her Uncle Dan, but she still has some questions after she keeps hearing a certain song.

Sometimes Abra could still hear the music.

See the flames from The Overlook, the burning wood collapsing over the piles of snow surrounding the hotel.

The smell of ash still stung in her nose, as if she was stuck standing there and watching it burn forever on a loop. The ash in her hair, the sirens from police cars starting to ring louder and louder as she just watched.

What else was she supposed to do?

She knew it was for the better of everyone. What happened to Rose, the hotel...to her Uncle Dan. But that doesn’t mean it still didn’t keep her up at night, plague her dreams day and night, sometimes worse than others.

Sometimes she had days where it was all she could think about. It wasn’t scary anymore, not after knowing what good it did to let that hotel fall, to let the spirits in the hotel eat Rose alive, to get Uncle Dan back to his mother after all those years of waiting and waiting.

But she never remembered hearing the song when it all went down.

Sometimes it played when she wasn’t thinking, doing her homework or washing the dishes after dinner, and she would catch herself eventually.

Midnight, with the stars and you… Midnight and a Rendez-vous

She never heard it that night. Not when Rose was in her mind, not when they were both in Uncle Dan’s mind, not even in room 237. She assumed it had something to do with all that though, something she didn’t know everything about.

She first heard it trapping the old lady in the bathtub of her own home, like an echo of her spirit.

She locked the old woman up in a chest, eventually creating a trail of chests, like in the maze from Uncle Dan’s mind. It was the only way she knew how to keep control of all the Overlook spirits that followed her, but the song came with all of them, not only from the woman in 237. The bartender, the old caretaker from the 1920s, the twins.

There was a missing puzzle piece to all of this somewhere that made everything make sense in the end.

So Abra did the only thing she knew she could do after months of listening and questioning.

“Uncle Dan? ...Are you awake?” The younger girl sat at the foot of her bed, eyes closed, legs crossed, shining as loud as she could.

From what she understood, it took no effort for her to be heard, the way she Shined.

“I’m always awake for you, Abs.” She opened her eyes, hearing his voice, not his Shine.

There he was, standing by her window. It’s where he always showed. He did like to move around though, sit on the floor, sit on the bed next to her when she couldn’t sleep, brain too busy thinking about Overlook, the Knots.

It helped to have someone who understood what happened by her side, and he knew how helpful it would’ve been if he had someone like himself at Abra’s age.

“Hey, Uncle Dan. How have you been doing?”

“I’m doing pretty good, actually. How about you? Usually, I come to you first, not that I don’t mind seeing my favorite niece a little extra.”

“I’m doing...good, all things considered.” Abra smiled warmly, switching the position of her legs and getting comfortable.

She wasn’t sure how to ask all this, if it was a sensitive topic for Uncle Dan, or if he even had the answers she was looking for, but there couldn’t be any harm in asking. It wasn’t like her mom had any answers for her, or she had any other Shiners to go to.

“I do have a question, though. I’ve been noticing something about the spirits, just the Overlook spirits, as I’ve been retrapping them.”

Your eyes held a message tender, saying "I surrender all my love to you"

Her Uncle Dan joined her now, sitting on the corner of her bed. He knew there were still some things she didn’t know, didn’t have time to learn or understand before he dragged her and Rose in with him.

“What’s going on, Abs?”

She was quiet for a moment, looking at the wall in front of her, remembering the way they used to talk back and forth before they actually met, before the Knots, before the Overlook.

“Do you, or... did you ever hear this song? It’s like...like this old jass song, and every time one of the spirits follows me or gets close, I hear it. I don’t know why its there or what it means, but sometimes I feel like it’s on a constant loop. I always hear it from the spirits, but sometimes I think of it on my own too, and it’s this continuous background noise I have playing in my head.”

Uncle Dan immediately knew what his niece was talking about when she brought it up. The song that he linked to all the things he used to see when he was just a kid, when his dad was spiraling at the Overlook, when he started seeing and hearing more than usual.

“...Yeah, I know the song.”

Midnight brought us sweet romance… I know all my whole life through

He started humming quietly, not remembering the words well enough, but the music a steady lullaby in his head.

Abra nodded upon hearing her uncle repeat the music back to her.

“Where does it come from? It’s the hotel, isn’t it?”

Now her Uncle Dan nodded, following with an explanation. He’d need to go slow, get this all out properly in a way she’d understand. She was a big girl though, it wasn’t going to be a hard task.

“Yeah, it is,” He sighed quietly before starting from the beginning. “Back when I was a little kid, when my dad took the job as caretaker of the Overlook, is when I found out more about my Shine. I had no idea what it was or why I had it. I actually thought it was some sort of imaginary friend because that’s what my mom, Wendy, called it. I called it Tony and everything.

“But on our first day at the hotel, I met an older man who worked as head of the kitchen, Dick Hollarann. He knew as soon as I got there that I had a Shine, and he sat me down and helped it make sense to me. I still didn’t really get it because I was young and didn’t understand how something like that could be real, but looking back now it makes a lot of sense. He explained how we see things more than the average person, the way we get visions and can predict things, or can see things that happened a long time ago, and how everyone’s Shine is different. But...he also warned me.

“He told me about the Overlook, about how it had a ‘certain Shine’. I didn’t understand what he meant until about a month and a half down the road. My father, Jack, was a writer, he started to...lose himself a little more every day. Would lash out at my mother, grow violent, wouldn’t sleep, wouldn’t make a lot of sense when he spoke about certain things. Do you remember that night when the hotel possessed me? When I wasn’t me?”

Abra just nodded, listening to her uncle tell of his past.

“I think it was the hotel slowly consuming him. It never felt like him after so long, after I had to escape through the hotel window and run away from him. My mother and I eventually escaped, and my father died out there in the cold. I didn’t know for sure until I came back that night, but I always felt that he become a spirit of the hotel. Like everyone else who died from madness there. Dick actually died in the hotel too. I learned that a few weeks later when he came to visit me like I do with you, but he was never at the hotel’s mercy anyway.

“I never actually heard the song until sometime after too, when I started locking the spirits up myself, but I think it’s the hotel. There was a big ballroom with a bar that I used to play in, had plenty of room for me to ride around on my little tricycle, so maybe something happened there. Maybe that’s where it all started, maybe that’s where it comes from, or that’s where the madness started from, but I don’t know for certain. I’m okay with not knowing for sure now, but I know that’s where it stems from. It’s all connected to the hotel.”

That...that made sense to Abra. The Overlook had always been bad news, years and years before her Uncle Dan took her there and burned it down, but now that the spirits where left for her, it was going to always be apart of her.

“How long did you have to deal with the spirits? Have to listen to the song?”

I'll be remembering you, whatever else I do

Her Uncle Dan placed a hand on her back, smiling. “I was much younger than you, so it took me a few years to get everything locked up, but we both know how strong you are, Abs. It’ll take you no time at all to trap the Overlook guests and any other harmful spirits that come your way. The music, however...it stuck with me for a very long time. The hotel’s gone now, so maybe it won’t stay as long for you, but it took me a long time before I could ever stop listening to it. It’s a piece of you Abra, but I promise it can do no harm to you.”

Abra smiled at her uncle, nodding along slowly again. She had no idea how much had happened before she got there with Uncle Dan and Rose, but it made all the more sense. Walking down the halls and around the lobby of the hotel was enough of a scare. The old caretaker, the blood pouring out of the elevators. She couldn’t say that she’s ever seen Jack Torrence though, but if he’s apart of the Overlook, his time will come one day.

Besides, the song never did sound so bad anyway.

“Thanks, Uncle Dan. Everything makes a little more sense now.”

“No problem, kiddo. You deserve to know about it, the way you’re picking up after everything now. I can only do so much here, but I never mind a little talking.”

“I don’t mind a little cleaning up, either.” Abra smiled, standing up after her uncle did. It was late, her open windows letting starlight fall in through the room. Danny did notice the alarm clock on her nightstand, glowing a bright red 10:47 pm.

“If you’ve got any other questions or just wanna talk, you can always call, but I think we should call it for tonight. Six o’clock rolls around early.”

Abra just laughed at her Uncle Dan before taking a few steps forward, leaning up and wrapping him in a hug.

“...I love you, Uncle Dan.” Her voice was a bit muffled, her face pressed against his chest in the embrace, but the words were unmistakable.

Danny smiled to himself, placing a hand on her back and hugging her in return.

“I love you too, Abra.”

Eventually Abra pulled away from her uncle, climbing into bed and turning off the lamp on her nightstand. The man waited for his niece to bury herself under the covers and get comfortable, knowing she’d need the sleep for school tomorrow. He walked back to the window and leaned against the wall, smiling back at his niece.

Midnight, with the stars and you…

“Shine on, Abra Stone… Shine on.”