#this is like a 40k fic i do not have time to write i already have 2 teen wolf wips help

[arosnowflake]

The problem with BOTW is that it's obnoxiously popular in the LOZ fandom to the detriment of other games but also unfortunately it's genuinely really really fun to write fanfic for.

[marnz]

ballet au lol 🩰

YES THANK YOU ANON WOW

Derek is a dancer coming back from rehabbing a horrible injury (lower back?? fucked up his knee??) and has a chip on his shoulder because a) he totally has stage fright! b) has a reputation for being surly and overly intense. Pre-injury he was a rising star in the ballet company and had a lot more confidence but now he is a man humbled, quiet, relieved not to be in charge, but he also feels like he has a ton to prove! Especially since his mom and his older sister are famous dancers.

The ballet troupe is smallish and Stiles is in charge of logistics and MARKETING! Because he is a noted uncoordinated klutz. He's all about strategy and reviewing data and making things happen, and he is the absolutely bane of Derek's existence. He wants Derek in photoshoots, he sometimes coordinates with the artistic director (Lydia) on people's roles, Derek finds the way he talks about engaging customers manipulative, and tbh Stiles can be abrasive and annoying! So smart but so mean!

Derek has a recognizable everything face so once he has returned Stiles wants him to do an ad photoshoot so they can slap his picture on the side of a bus and this just makes Derek feels even more pressure. Resents Stiles for this and also because it's compromising Derek's anonymity. His only respite is teaching children's ballet classes, which is something he started doing while rehabbing his injury and also because the pay to be a ballet dancer isn't great at this small troupe!

Derek thinks once his career is over he would like to teach

But sometimes, when Derek is teaching these first graders, who do not care if he is weird and quiet, he notices Stiles watching. He thinks at first Stiles is going to want to use this for marketing but Stiles never says anything about it, just stays to watch Derek and the kids.

Then at some sort of holiday dance event Derek runs into his horrible ex, Kate Argent, who is a principal at a much larger and more prestigious company, and panics...only for Stiles to appear, wrap an arm around Derek like they're dating, and say "hey babe, who's this?"

[comfortlesshurt]

shhh, I know I talk about my children too much. but you can't stop my love

forgot to include this at first, whoops, but I also added a little daily par tracker so I can see it all in one place! there's a separate sheet where i update my word count every time i think about it, and then this table uses a vlookup to find the most recent word count and show it as a percent and a daily par to finish by the listed due date. (the par column compares between the overall goal and the subgoal and lists whichever par is higher between the two)

[nostalgia-tblr]

What's the definition of "oneshot" here? I've always that to mean any single-chaptered work? Which is what I voted for, it'd be that or "short."

I'll read things that are longer but usually only if it's a situation like I like the author and I've read all their shorter stuff so it's longfic or nothing. While they're being posted it can be hard to follow a multi-chapter because I might forget what's happening in it between updates (which may also never arrive anyway) and once they're finished I can see the 250k wordcount and that's a lot of words. In some cases it's gonna be too many words. (We may all have a novel inside us, but do we all have a novel in us that's the length of several novels, needs no outside editor, and also we can write this novel on our first attempt at writing anything ever?)

I probably write shorter fics because I read shorter fics. More plots and scenarios in the same amount of time, give me all the content NOWWWWW.

(OBVIOUSLY a drabble is exactly 100 words long and many of those are great but I don't generally seek them out cos... well, too short.)

[handledwithgloves]

inspired by this post ❤️

fics where draco takes care of harry >>> lol anyway, mind the tags before you read !! (all of these are completed works on ao3)

running on air by eleventy7 | 74k Teen

such a good read, i cried the whole time, my first ever drarry fic that i read ❤️, hurtcomfort, auror harry, missing draco

two to lie and one to listen by fluxweed | 84k Explicit

so good omg, sad harry, romione are good people, fake dating but not between the main pair lol, 8th year

something there by 1bad_joke | 27k Explicit

god. this story, sad draco, loving harry, ron/pansy, ginny bashing, beauty and the beast/phantom of the opera vibes, 8th year

at your service by faithwood | 95k Explicit

well written and paced, great characterizations of canon characters, draco and harry work together to solve a mystery, 8th year

forgive those who trespass by lomonaaeren | 135k Explicit

mystery/thriller/horror, so romantic, crazy shit happens man idk, missing romione, harry goes looking for them, draco helps

all life is yours to miss by saras_girl | 114k Mature

beautifully written story, reads like a feel good movie from the 60s, so nostalgic, professors drarry, fell in love with draco

the ordeal of being known by louisfake | 146k Mature

great gateway into drarry, my third (?) ever drarry fic i read, mute harry, skilled legilimens/mind healer draco, dumbledore bashing

eye of the storm by OTPshipper98 | 27k Not Rated

god. i cried and i cried, hurtcomfort, skilled legilimens/mind healer draco, catatonic/comatose harry, i loved everyone in this god.

now i know in part by dodgerkedavera | 39k Explicit

blind and semi-deaf harry, caretaker draco, sad draco, loved the ending, god. draco is so sad, hurtcomfort, draco :(

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some honorable mentions:

the name on your forehead | 10k

the way your say my name | 5k

all i have to do | 9k

what's mine is yours | 17k ❤️

sealed with a kiss | 46k

a pulled down shade | 43k

aural gratification | 10k

most arrogant and loving of men | 30k

house proud | 23k

nor all that glisters | 110k

there's no place like home (unless i'm with you) | 40k

a little bird told me | 18k

the gift | 25k

trouble, my old friend | 21k

anything by dustmouth

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look, ik that most of these are rlly popular fics, im typically really picky about re-readability, but i think i would re-read all of these again if i haven't already ❤️ in some of the fics there are pairings that i dislike and bashing of characters that i like, but good writing is good writing idk wat 2 tell u

if you have fics to recc, drop them!! i typically read everything, but i do have my limits (looking at you draco --- i'm pretty picky about him)

[wrongcaitlyn]

Ok now that we have a secound tsats book coming out i feel the need to read all the solangelo fics

Do you have any long solangelo fic recs? U feel like I've read them all

of COURSE i do omg i have to admit that a lot of the fics in my bookmarks are shorter ones/oneshots but i think that the solangelo fandom just tends to write more of those?? or at least that's just my experience based on what i've read - but here are some longer fics that are must-reads!! (don't have as much time to write in depth reviews as my past recs so just assume that i have lines of caps lock keysmashes for all of them bc i swear they're incredible)

la vita è fatta così by HowlingAlchemist

When Bianca somehow comes back from the dead, she, Nico and Will are sent on a quest that will hopefully answer some lingering questions. But Nico and Bianca are not the kids that they once were, and things get very difficult as a result. this one is more bianca & nico focused as a plot HOWEVER there's a lot of absolutely wonderful solangelo!!

The Stolen God by @tsarinatorment

Python is defeated. The prophecies are restored, and Nero has fallen. Apollo has not been seen since. His trials are over; why isn’t he back on Olympus? i KNOW that i've already rec'd this one but if you haven't read it. like literally. go read it. seriously. (and also it's another one where solangelo isn't really the *main* focus, BUT there's lots of solangelo content <3)

FAR GALAXIES by @rosyredlipstick

She didn’t answer. Instead, she pulled out her PADD from her coat, slow enough that Nico only slightly twitched. Jason’s transmission was loaded up on the screen—at the bottom, their signature tag was spelled out. “Guardians of the Galaxy. That supposed to be a joke?” “More like an aspiration,” Jason said. - Space, the final frontier. Or whatever. this one's actually one im currently reading and i'm abt halfway through rn and love it!!

okay usually i define a "long" fic as 100k+ words but after looking through all of my bookmarks im realizing that those are literally the only ones i have. so! we're lowering the word count minimum to over 40k+ words bc these are also amazing fics!! (currently wishing there was a way to sort bookmarks by word count)

peach tea by ghosttotheparty

Please Stay by CoolBeesBro

like the sun and stars above by demigodbeautiies

Bad Sons by thesungod

will also subtly self promo my hunger games fic which has a lot of mcd and is very very fun imo

so that's wild it looks like i need some long solangelo fic recs too?? why are most of my bookmarks oneshots??? its actually so funny bc in other fandoms i have a bunch of long fic bookmarks and rarely any oneshots so it's an interesting little statistic. pls drop more recs if you have any!!

[solar-wing]

okay, just so you guys know...

I'm still working on Shadowing Nightwing. Just making edits and doing my best to tone down the length because it's well over 40k words and I–... I just can't.

Also, I'm trying to make sure that it's good and spicy enough for what y'all are expecting, but also something that won't get taken down on patreon, tumblr, etc. the literal second it's up—because again, it's spicy. Honestly, what I might end up doing is posting the first part of it, and then doing what I did with 'One Kent Was Enough,' linking the rest of the story to AO3 cause I'm tired of having to jump through hoops and loops with these platforms.

like Patreon is taking forever to "review" and put back one of my stories for "violating" community guidelines. And don't even get me started with Tumblr and their nonsense because I just saw one of my mutuals get his post hidden on here due to "explicit sexual content" that was "outside" of user guidelines.

and the crazy part is, his fic was under 1,500 words and was nowhere near as bad as some of the fem!reader content I've seen on here. Like I know I keep ranting about this (and I'll damn sure continue to), but I'm so sick of the bias against m!reader content, especially when it's explicit.

We already get a bunch of fem readers getting mad at us for not wanting to write content that includes them even when we explicitly state that we are m!reader authors and only write for male or gen!neutral readers. Then, the content we do write for our audience always ends up getting flagged or taken down for being outside of user guidelines, when it's barely anything bad.

Like the amount of abduction, non-con/CNC that could be considered borderline grape without the g, coercion, manipulation, Stockholm Syndrome, YANDERE, etc. f!reader fics I've read on this platform and others that have no warnings, flags, or shadowbans from what I can tell is truly something ridiculous. Matter of fact, they'll literally have the most likes, reblogs, and engagement I've ever seen. But, our male reader fics get flagged for using the word bussy instead of pussy...I'm not even joking.

but, I digress.

ANYWAY, with all that being said, once Shadowing Nightwing is posted, I'm gonna take a break away from smut and Omegaverse fics for a minute only because trying to do that specific stuff has started to feel more like a job than something I enjoy and have fun with, and I don't want to burn myself out or give y'all content that I'm not proud of or feel like it's half-assed.

Plus, I'll be honest, this past week has been really hard mentally, emotionally, and creatively for me given the results of this election, I can't even say I'm surprised, but I can damn well say I'm pissed off. Like, I can barely write without sitting there thinking about the fact that this orange peel of a FELON AND THUG—yeah I said it for you sibling and cousin fucking, buck-tooth, bobblehead, ding-dong, dropped ON your heads, mindless little minions—ahem—I mean, conservatives (if conservative means conversing brain cells that is) and his adult sid phillips looking ass v.p. cheated like someone trapped in a room with all their favorite foods while being on a diet, or more than half this country is really that stupid.

keep in mind, we're talking about a country with a lacking education system paired with a population of *checks note* sibling and cousin fucking, buck-tooth, bobblehead, DING-DONG, SLAMMED on their heads, mindless little minion bitches—AHEM—conservatives so that last part really wouldn't be surprising.

but again, I digress.

Shadowing Nightwing will be out soon, and we'll be returning to some PG-13 content for some time until I can wrap my head around this—or find the cheapest and quickest flight to Saturn—whichever comes first.

anyways, pls stay safe out there guys in these next four years, especially my minorities out there WHO VOTED FOR KAMALA AND TIM. If you voted third-party, didn't vote, or voted for the felon and adult sid phillips, I PRAY you get everything you voted for 😉. no seriously, I'm really rooting for you 😊

MWAH 😘 kisses, bitches 💛

to the rest of my lovelies, I love you all, stay safe and shine bright, and I'll be here soon with Shadowing Nightwing (that is if I haven't found a direct flight to Saturn first...fingers crossed🤞🏽)

[kit-williams]

Glaubenskraft

The big Black Legion/Luna Wolf story. Because of the dark nature of this story aka the rape and other heavy themes like with other dark themed stories there is no use of you or I. There will be an OC that is going to be sent into the dark depths. I will say this with scensarity. When I write for 40k I do take advantage of the grimdarkness of the far future. You are all probably aware of this if you've read a lot of what I write. This is one of the fics I pushed to the limit. I'm also going to apologize for combat scenes I'm not very good at them.

tw: Rape (dead dove do not eat), Forced Pregnancy, some mind break, stockholm syndrome, Breeding and impregnation talk and kinks, clothed male unclothed female for one part, and please let me know if there is something I have missed

Zhur Painbane

Dolli Quest: purple eyes, prosthetic left leg, prosthetic left hand, scars on her arms, large aquilia tattoo on her back from shoulder to shoulder, red hair

Cadia would fall... it was inevitable really. The crusade would succeed but Zhur Painbane was simply here to cause terror within the Cadian trenches as they push hard. His furred cape was black and sooty still hanging together since the days he was a Luna Wolf... a faded wolf head holding the center red gem on his chest. His golden mask turned upward as the booming crack across the sky as the Maelstrom seemed to lash out against the Imperials.

They were trying to surround him. How cute. He thought as they shot at him with heavy munition.

"Dolli call artillery!" He heard someone shout. As his head whips to the soon to be dead Cadian shooting him in his head!

"Yes Sir!" She shouts as she forces Zhur to snarl and reel back slightly to avoid a shot in the eye lens. You're going to die slowly little rabbit. Though he might have fun with that one... he enjoys the shape of her face... the strong jaw and the vibrant amethyst eyes that practically glow. Zhur wants to see that face of hers look hopeless.

He began the quick slaughter as he watched her run down a section of the trench, hopping over holes and dead bodies. When she got far enough... he shot a few rounds and rushed after her.

Dolli got the radio warning of the Chaos Space Marine on her tail. She unloaded a few hand grenades feeling them blow up behind her and causing a chain reaction with unexploded ordinance behind her or grenades. Even the heat of that behind her kept her going as she knew he would be right there. She slid herself to the vox. "This is Vox Alfa 4 fire on our position. We have a Charlie Sierra Mike running through the trench. Emperor Protect our souls."

"Emperor Protects." Was all she got on the other end of the line.

The heavy and chunky thud of her rifle bought her a few seconds as he rushed down upon her. She pressed the barrel of her gun to his throat and pulled the trigger several times. His head jerking back as she barely missed his vocal cords and spinal cord. Snarling as those black and gold fingers dug into the blood filled mud as she overcharged her las and burned several holes into his arm. She kept him on his toes as he played with his food... Dolli knew he was playing with her... she just had to be enough fun.

Zhur heard the whistling and tackled her into the bunker nearby as the earth shaking rounds threw dirt into the air. He was snarling as he could feel his organs shutter. He ground his sharp teeth looking at the body under him. He wasn't a dedicated slannshi to fuck a warm corpse. His fingers cupped her chin as he looked at her, nose and ears bleeding from the explosions and most likely ruptured her organs.

He turned away and walked toward the entrance. She would have made a fine subject to his experiment... a refinement to Honsou's design. Honsou was onto something but he did it wrong... the human body is already capable of flushing out the rejects naturally. Zhur was on the cusp of success... just the last female he had went insane and had died outside of his control but she gave birth to what was essentially a space marine.

Dolli pulled out her knife as she looked at the space marine just standing there. She was going to die... she accepted this... but if she could be the reason this traitor dies she could be happy with it.

Zhur snarled as the knife buried itself into his side and he heard the mechanics of a priming grenade. His honey brown eyes flicked to his side seeing Dolli there with her hand on the knife and the grenade in her hand. She was making a reach to try and tangle herself against his armor.

Dolli doesn't know what happened exactly in that moment as she had stabbed him and was ready to meet the Emperor. The next moment the grenade was out of her hand and her breath was knocked out of her as she felt herself being cradled. Had a loyalist space marine come and saved her? No... it was still black and gold armor against her... NO... NO NO NO NO NO. Dolli began to thrash as nothing good ever came of being saved by a Black Legionary.

He snarled over his vox down at her as she realized her hand holding the grenade was gone and she didn't feel the way he just cut the metal off. "You little bitch. Thought you could get the drop on me?" He snarled as he began to rip the leather and thick cloth of her trousers, crushing the metal and the armor plates on them.

She kicks and tried to slam her prosthetic leg into him trying to get it to go beyond what it was suppose to do. She could hope it would decide to kick a hole in his chest but so far that wasn't happening. "Die in a hole you filthy traitorous scum!" She spits and snarls at him. Dolli had a dreaded feeling of what was going to happen she tries to grab her knife but he throws it away. Its a horror of the battlefield no one talks about... well when one of the enemy's entire perversion is sex... she remembers being warned as a little girl what could happen. She remembers how many of her friends couldn't stomach the idea... it wasn't guaranteed that it might happen... most likely you'd be blown apart but... the thought that you could be an unlucky victim. Dolli never thought it would be her.

Agent Quest?

"Behave!" Snarled Zhur as he grabbed her organic leg and threatened to snap it.

"No!" She screamed back as Zhur pressed his hand down on her stomach as he pushed himself between her legs and pulled his cock out. Zhur would play nicer after this... if she survived.

For Dolli she gritted her teeth as she could feel the cockhead pressing hard against her entrance. She couldn't even kill herself to save herself from this... either it would be a slow painful death via internal bleeding or she would be found later... discharged and always given pitied looks as if there was some sign around her neck that everyone could notice that she had been defiled by a traitorous and tainted space marine.

Zhur watches her face... he expects that fire to go out... to see that delicious helplessness... the begging and pleading for mercy where it wouldn't be found. Instead he found a fire... warp fire in her amethyst eyes. How she was still snarling at him... she looked like one of the corpse emperors living saints right now... the way her eyes glow with righteous anger... the paleness of her skin smeared with dirt and blood... how her hair is splayed out making a halo a dirty halo full of dirt, blood, sweat, and soot. Zhur snarls as he pushes into the unwilling cunt.

Tears prick the corner of her eyes as she could feel it all and the pained cry as he forced himself into her dry. She hissed with pain as he bobbed his hips working each painful inch deeper into her sex.

Mattis go get the others she's having an episode.

Mom?

Mattis go!

Mum please... wake up.

Zhur felt himself bottom out and moaned. He let her cunt spaz about him as blood, his pre cum, her piss, and her own forced arousal helped get him this far. He leaned his head back and savored the feeling of her around him. She glared up at him with wet eyes still looking like a fallen saint. Zhur was hardly a word bearer but perhaps he had found someone who was chosen by the corpse... he grins at the thought of stealing her away from him.

"Oh I think I'm going to do more than just fuck you till I feel better... there will still be that." He moved his hand to her throat as he had to be gentle given he was still fully armored as she was at an awkward angle. "I'm still mad at you little mortal... I didn't appreciate the headshots and nearly taking out an eye." He chuckled as she replied with a snarl.

"You are going to be part of something much more than yourself."

"Fuck you! The Emperor protects me and I will never join Chaos!" She screamed causing him to laugh.

"Silly mortal. I'm currently fucking you and who says I need you to join. Oh what will be happening to you... please do pray. Pray to him and let him see what will happen to you." He purred as he was kind enough to let her adjust to him as he enjoyed the feeling between her thighs.

Dolli refused to scream... refused to cry as she just glared up at the grunting marine above her. She tried to focus on the distant gun shots and explosions instead of the lurid wet squelches that was starting to happen. The wet fapping noise as she felt herself become aroused. Remembering the woman from that class explain that it could happen... its nothing about want... sometimes the body is like a machine and when something goes in there it reacts like how it is suppose to.

For Zhur he was panting and grunting and growling above her jerking her hips to his over and over again...

What's going on?

Mum is having an episode.

Mama's done so well... what triggered it?

I don't know Zekyr!

Calm down Naxos.

... it felt like heaven between her thighs. Oh yes he was going to keep her. Zhur felt so warm inside of his armor as he started to jerk her hips faster. Oh yes he was bringing her back. Zhur groaned as he pulled her tightly against him and spilled inside of her.

For Dolli she didn't know what to expect next... she couldn't stop her thrashing as he grabbed her head and slammed it down. Making everything go dark.

However there was no throne to greet her in the dark. Just a whisper... I'm sorry. The weight of those words sat like a stone in her stomach as she knew she was still alive. Her eyes opened for brief moments... all she could see was black and gold... profane shapes that hurt her eyes... twisted individuals draped in skin... someone touching her face and grabbing at her aquilia before she saw them turn to red paste as the space marine holding her snarled something in a foul tongue.

Dolli felt sore... there was a throbbing in her face... the throbbing between her legs... she wasn't on a shitty medical cot. Dolli was on a soft bed... she opened her eyes she was naked save for her aquilia... her leg prosthetic was missing as was the reminder of her forearm prosthetic. She had been cleaned and that feeling made her feel sick as she had an idea who... seeing hickies blooming on her thigh and one of her breasts.

"Ah welcome back." A clear voice purred to her. Honey brown eyes looked at her from a face that seemed to have some 5 o'clock shadow growing in with short neat black hair shaved to a military standard. His canines were long and so was his tongue but he was dressed in a black compression shirt and some shorts. Dolli was confused... she would have mistaken him for an Ultramarine or even a Blood Angel if it was not for the star of chaos on the door. "So Dolli, that is your name if I remember right. I'm going to tell you what is going to happen."

She looked at him unimpressed, "I assume rape me again and twist me to Chaos?" She said before spitting at him.

Zhur liked his little wife clean. Her hair was a deep red that looked better clean... oh he was eager to see it long and see it pool under her head like a blood pool. "Oh perhaps if you continue to resist it will be rape. But no... in fact I want you to try to resist... I want you to cling to the Emperor as long as you can as I think I like your fire. But no... you're going to help me make more space marines." He said running his tongue over his teeth looking at her on his bed.

Zhur quickly realized when he became a Luna wolf all those years ago that he felt a deep longing for something... he should have been like his brother... having a wife on his hip to come home to... he wanted that. He didn't know why he did and perhaps if everything had succeeded and the Astartes were no longer needed he would have settled down, probably several times given his life span, and had his own wife on his hip. He couldn't explain the deep covetous need it bloomed into and seeing Dolli clean and laying on his bed once again triggered that need.

Lucky for him... she would be the first test of what was his final plan for an improved demoncubula. Though less demons involved and a lot more dark mechanicus involvement and flesh shaping psykers. "No snide comment on that?" Zhur says tilting his head to the side before continuing, "You see I realized that getting pregnant was hard as was staying pregnant... the human body is very good at detecting genetic defects and reabsorbs the fetus'... oh look at me explaining your biology to you." He coos softly as he walks closer, "You are going to be my little wife. " He grabs her chin as she looks at him with wide eyes, "And we're going to make a happy little family."

"You're insane." She hisses softly.

"Perhaps but that is what happens when you want something so badly you are forced to make it yourself. Your womb will be modified and you will be given an organ called a progenoid that will feed into your modified womb. You will give birth to Astartes whom all they need to do is grow up and get the remainder of their organs with no fear of rejection. You," He cups her face, "Will be my reward."

"What."

"Oh yes I already proved that it worked. But I want to make sure it works for multiple babies..." He crawls on the bed and watches her try to crawl away but he holds her in place, "You will also be modified in a few ways to handle my... hmmm tender affections?" He chuckles softly at his own joke. "A wife must be able to handle her husband isn't that right my little wife?" He groans and Dolli watches as he gets hard.

She pushes against his head but he runs his tongue along the valley of her breasts as he grinds against her, "Oh my little wife I shouldn't... you'll be having surgery soon enough... but I'm so excited." Dolli scratches at him as he pushes his ring finger inside of her this time to try and work her. "See darling I can be nice I'll make you feel good." He pants with perverse pleasure, "You'll make such a good mommy for our boys. Won't you? Yes... say yes... you'll be such a good-"

"Mommy?" Dolli finally blinks as she looks up at pair of bright purple eyes, belonging to her eldest Thallos. She looks around seeing three other concerned looking pairs.

"B-boys. What." She looks down at the railing she is holding onto with a white knuckle grip.

"You were thinking about Da- um Zhur again weren't you?" Thallos says.

"You can still call him Daddy, Da, Dada, Dad, or Father if you want I know you all still hold affection for him." She says with a sigh as they look guilty at that fact. They look like a mashup between Horus and their father with a few features from her. She was happy they all had her eyes... "Boys don't feel guilty for what your father did." She no longer flinches when calling him that... she hardly realizes she calls Zhur their father.

Dolli Quest was now an inquisition member along with her four boys... Thallos Quest, Naxos Quest, Zekyr Quest, and Mattis Quest. They were an unidentified 4 man astartes group that just would affectionately refer to their inquisition liaison as mother sometimes. That was the cover the Inquisitor gave her... she couldn't help herself as they were her boys. Zhur gave her four little angels that she loved so much... they were a happy little family.

Dolli knew something in her broke during her time with Zhur... she never fell to chaos even during what eventually turned out to be century with him. But, she was the one who wanted Mattis... she seduced him to give her one more little boy. She was scared that they would have to leave Mattis behind given how close he was to his father when Thallos wanted to help her escape.

She pulled Thallos close before opening her other arm and feeling her boys get close. "I love you four so much... don't ever think I don't... I love you all from the tops of your heads to the bottom of your toes... to the sky above... and the earth below... to the stars beyond... and forever and ever after." She whispered to them kissing their cheeks or foreheads as she let tears fall. Dolli broke... because she couldn't find it in her heart to hate Zhur anymore.

However, she wouldn't go back... she was a loyal Imperial citizen! She wiped her face and straightened up, "Alright boys we've got a mission!"

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Mattis was a good boy... all of his sons were good boys in his eyes. But Mattis could not keep anything hidden from his father. It is how he learned about Thallos' plan to steal his mother away. Only reason Zhur allowed it and in fact helped it succeed was because he was going on a long deployment and had a feeling someone was going to try to kill his precious little wife. The last kiss he gave her still warmed his lips... the uncertainty in her eyes... nearly giving up the ghost herself it would seem.

Zhur smiled as he watched on the screen as he could see his Dolli! She walked with her retinue and their sons. Zhur keeps telling himself that he allowed this... he allowed all of this... but really the separation was killing him now. He wanted his boys back... he wanted his wife back. He inhales hard and calms his eager voice as he connects to the private family vox channel and purrs out, "Daddy's home"

Thallos: Mommy

Naxos: Mum

Zekyr: Mama

Mattis: Mom

[luveline]

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♡ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠 ♡ 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬

hi :D welcome to my 40k celebration! ☆

to celebrate this milestone and nearly two years of this blog (woh!!) I wanted to throw a little party with some small events! I know it isn't very different from how I usually operate but I hope that it's fun and that it can communicate my extreme and endless appreciation for you guys

UPDATE please don't send me anymore fic requests, I have too many to complete at this point and don't want to waste your time♡♡. Thank you so much if you've sent one, I will be writing and posting more of the ones already sent this following week!

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𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝'𝐬 𝐨𝐤 —send me a hurt/comfort request for any reader and any character and I'll write a ficlet, 2k or less

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𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐣𝐚𝐝𝐞 —this one might be silly but I'm always asking you guys for advice so I thought it might be fun to offer the same, ask me a question about love or life or something much less dramatic and I'll tell you what I think

thank you so much! not just if you've ever read, liked, reblogged, or replied to a fic, but also for showing me such insane kindness, sweetness and support. writing is my favourite thing in the world and to be in this position where I know I can share it and have people read it never feels real. when I first started posting my fics I couldn't have imagined this outcome, and it's thanks to you guys for reading and sending so much love my way that I was able to do this <3

my party banner/header, title and theme were all inspired by the music video for a kiss by the driver era (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

[flymetosnarryland]

GTFO.

Did anyone miss Muggle London like I did? 🙃

This series as a part of "Infraction" has grown incredibly. It helped me understand a lot about things I want to write and made me think about "Infraction" as... well, my first real baby, lol. I wrote one Snarry, "Oblivion" already, but I take that story as testing the waters. I tried to know Harry and Severus, placing them in situation close to, eh, something that happened to me in a way. It means a lot to me and I'm proud of myself that I managed to write a fic from the start to the end.

"Infraction" on the other hand... this one is going to be really FAT piece of work and I'm excited over the moon about it. First chapter and the first part of second already landed on Ao3, but when am I going to finish the next part of it? (If anyone is interested at all, because I personally don't touch unfinished pieces, knowing how it works 🤣)

Well, to be honest, I decided to not rush it. Not because I don't know what to write. The main outline of the story has 40k+ words. It appeared that planning a series of murders is not so easy 😂 especially when the politics are part of it (I mean, Merlin... that's the last thing I thought I will EVER write, lol) and on top of that I have some complicated relationships (or, I suppose, a cherry on molten chocolate cake 🤤). Which makes me shiver and scream, that much I want to jump into writing it again. But the more I am thinking about the plot and fitting everything I need into it (of course writing it down), the more I'm surprised that I am able to figure out something that seems damn complex to me and my three brain cells 😂 I want to be proud of this story. I want it to be... maybe not perfect, but as good as I can see, it can be. And I enjoy the idea of growing as hobby writer. It makes me really happy. Also it's my first serious CRIME story. I know I said before that I always wanted to write crime. I always thought though it's out of my range, you know, I'm too dumb to bring something interesting that other people could possibly like as I do. But with this story I'm trying new things (like bringing Marauders to life), I'm thinking in advance, I'm on both sides: the detective and the serial killer and... GOSH. I really think it will have sense and be worth to waste some time on reading it, lol!

Also there is Snarry AUctoberfest on the way and, you know, I decided I'll try to write something for the fest for the first time! (It's my year of many first times and I really like it!) Funny thing, it appears that my fic for the fest will be a little test to what I want to do with "Infraction." When it occured to me (don't ask how it happen, but the idea I've had in mind turned 180 degree and I couldn't help it! Had to just go for it 😂) I was stunned. But in the same way it's a great opportunity to try new things, see how it will go and how it will work before I'll jump back to my baby.

If anyone checked "Infraction", please don't be mad or sad or... disappointed or angry (?), that I'm not updating it yet. This fic is absolutely my main focus and I'm tinkering and working on it. As for everything, I need time (and probably cut some other projects while I will write it; so less drawing going to be main part of the writing process 🙃 I suppose in the last quarter of the year; except if I'll have my holiday from work!)

Ah, dang. I wrote a lot here, I suppose? Less shite than messy personal stuff, but still something I guess, I wanted to share? Even if I think it's pointless and worthless, because who cares, lol. I'm learning, trying to share, I think. I should, as I wasn't doing it at all and it suppose to help me to... leave the shell of person that other people think I am. Because I grew to be someone irl that I'm really tired of being. Of pretending to be. How stupid it all sounds it's beyond me and I still deny to admit it.

[egrets-not-regrets]

Stargazing

Of Fin and Feathers AU: Keed (Alpha Legion mer) takes Lana, his bonded harpy, to the Trail of Stars Cove for a stargazing date, following Mara’s advice.

Author’s Note: FORMATTING IS FIXED NOW. SORRY FOR THE MESS. Collab with @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan. Thanks for letting me use your Alpha Legion boys, Lana, and your Gray Knight in this fic. It was fun writing this follow-up fic with you!

Tagged: @shadowfirecat , @kit-williams , @bleedingichorhearts , @barn-anon , @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

@sleepyfan-blog, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @bispecsual , @ms--lobotomy , @whorety-k

Keed was glad he escorted Mara to meet the warsmith. Learning about the social and cultural significance of the Trail of Stars Cove from the old harpy was a nice bonus. He reminded himself to tell his brothers to perhaps spend more time with the gannet elders in order to learn more about this area of Ancient Terra. It might not logistically be useful information, but you never know when certain pieces of knowledge came in handy.

Like this one. If the sight at the cove was as beautiful as Mara described, then he had no doubt that Lana would love it there. He planned to take her to the cove to go on a night of romantic stargazing with him. Keed kept Mara’s suggestion close to his chest and out of his mind to avoid that annoying Gray Knight psyker from finding out about this place. He was going to take Lana there first, damnit!

He waited until it was the Gray Knight’s scheduled time with their beloved Lana to approach his brothers in order to not have the psyker overhear the information that he was about to tell them. After the brothers gathered, Keed quietly relayed the information to them about the cove; about how it was a socially and culturally important spot for the harpies, and how Mara suggested the place for romancing their bonded; his brothers had perked up at that piece of information.

“Thanks for bringing this up to us,” Zariel said, “I suppose you want to take her to this spot first?”

“Yes sir,” Keed confirmed, “And- if you would keep him away while I’m with our Lovely Lana, I’d be very grateful.”

Zariel nodded, “I and the rest of the squad will do our best to distract the wretch.”

“Thank you sir,” Keed said with a grin.

“And we’ll help set up a romantic picnic under the stars for the two of you,” Talos added with a smile, already having recipes to make something special for this picnic running through his mind.

“We, Alpha legion, will do our best to help each other out.” Zarius punched his brother’s pauldron lightly with affection.

“Thank you, brothers.” Keed was ever thankful and looking forward to this stargazing date with their beloved Lana more than ever.

As his scheduled time with Lana drew closer, Keed was filled with anticipation and excitement. Talos had already started catching and gathering ingredients for the picnic. Zariel started planning a way to keep the obsessive Gray Knight off his back. Zarius, who’s scheduled time was the day before his, had given their bonded a heads up about the date night so she would make sure she could stay up that night.

Kalium, an Iron Warrior mer he was partnered with, noticed his upbeat mood during their patrol together, “What’s got you so excited?” He asked curiously.

“I’ll be taking my bonded stargazing tonight. It calls for a clear night.”

The Iron Warrior had a good idea where Keed was referring to, “You mean at the cove where Warsmith Formicas and your harpy leader met?”

“Yes!” Keed replies with a bright grin, “It’s a culturally and socially significant place for harpies- it’s a romantic spot that is traditionally used to have courting requests.”

“Really now?” Kalium asked, sounding rather skeptical.

“Yes- Mara said so, and she’s not one to lead us astray. She knows how much effort and care we have for our Lovely Lana,” Keed answered. He wasn’t going to let the Iron Warrior poke holes into his bubble of joy with his Iron Warrior-ness.

His fellow mer-Astartes made a dismissive hum that dissolved into vexed muttering, “Mara said that… huh…I’ll have to tell Erriox. Damn it. He tricked me into taking his extra patrol shift!”

The Alpha Legion Mer snickered, having heard about the bet between the two Iron Warriors on whether Mara was the warsmith’s bonded. He agreed with Erriox, there wasn’t a bond between the warsmith and the old harpy despite how amiable, almost flirtatious, the two had been with each other. One did not need to be bonded in order to be attracted to another after all.

“Erriox didn’t trick you though. It doesn’t look like Mara and the warsmith are bonded, otherwise she would be behaving differently as well.” Keed explained, remembering even with their weaker bonds, it still had an effect on Lana. “That doesn’t mean a healthy respect and old people flirting can’t happen.”

Kalium let out a loud guffaw, “By the Four! That was exactly what I was watching while we were waiting for them to be finished with their negotiations.” He then insisted “Maybe they’re good at hiding their reactions. Formicas is famous for that kind of thing.” A conspiracy theory building in his mind.

Keed shook his head, “You believe what you want to believe. Don’t blame me if you get assigned shit jobs because you can’t drop that theory of yours. Trust me. Mara is not acting any different and I am sure she is not as stoic as the warsmith.” He swam faster, slightly outpacing the Iron Warrior, “Let’s finish this patrol already.”

Kalium laughed and swam after the Alpha Legionary.

Keed activated his air swimming ability to quickly fly up the cliffs of the colony’s temporary home. It was finally his scheduled time with Lana! He saw their beloved laughing over something Zarius told her.

“My lovely Lana.” He cooed, embracing the harpy from behind, wrapping his arms around her stomach. She giggled as he pressed a kiss to her temple. Smiling, he purred and pressed another kiss to her jaw, down her neck and then back up again, “How I have missed your warm embrace…” ignoring the glare from the Gray Knight. Of course, he was here too. That paranoid bastard. He thought irritably.

Lana laughed and gave her silly Alpha Legionary another couple of kisses, “I have missed you as well, dear Keed.”

“I have a wonderful surprise to show you,” Keed murmured in her ear, his voice practically humming with excitement.

His brothers set up the picnic beforehand, and ensured that there were some cold runes in the picnic basket to keep the food at a proper temperature, while the blanket was weighed down by stones on each corner to keep it from blowing off before they arrived at the location.

“Please close your eyes and trust me, Lovely Lana!” Keed said as he gently scooped her up in his arms and twirled her a little bit. The harpy trilled happily and did as he asked, nuzzling against his armored chest.

He gave a single handed gesture to his brothers who all nod in unison, two heading off to start immediately talking to Draco and snarking at him- slowly having Draco turn his body so he had his back to Lana and Keed while the other two Alpha Legionaries snatched up Claude and Jophiel, who Draco had been trying to convince to let him train them.

The boys were visiting the Gannet Aunties and cousins and had been… almost pounced on by Captain Shiny Gray Knight (he was so obvious). How he thought he could ever be subtle or stealthy with such unusual armor; none of the Alpha legionaries had any clue.

“Give them back!” Draco roared at Zariel and Zarius.

“Never!” They laughed mockingly as they spirited off with the large Scouts. “We’re telling Erriox that you were bullying Claude and Jophiel, trying to force them into training with you alone. Again.”

“Don’t you dare,” Draco growled.

Claude and Jophiel were just letting them carry them off, as they knew just how fighty both the Scout-ling Blood Angel mix and the Alpha Legionary Mix could get.

After being told that people knew about his true form, Claude would usually show up at the gannet harpy colony in his true form. Zariel and his squad were finally slowly, painfully slowly, gaining Claude’s trust- and the trust of his rag-tag bunch of Primaris Marines. His tentacles clung to Zariel as he watched Draco with large eyes.

“Then catch us, you shiny jerk!” Zarius called out, “If you can, you big- slow- motherless chaos chum bucket.” Jophiel, curled over his shoulder with his wings folded tight, couldn’t help but snort and laugh.

They sometimes played this game of keep-away-the-Primaris-Scoutlings since it served to irritate the Gray Knight. Zariel and his brothers knew the two scouts would have to eventually undergo training to learn to control their psyker powers. But until they could find another decent psyker to train them or the Gray Knight would agree to be supervised, that day wasn’t today. So playing keep-away it was.

The rest of the Primaris Scout squad would usually show up and team up with the Alpha legionaries on their shenanigans- until they could steal away their brothers, and then they were their own team with their own game, which was to keep away from the First Born Marines.

“I am not Chaos Tainted!” Draco roared at them, enraged and not noticing that Keed and Lana have slipped off to somewhere else.

“You have to let Erriox or others that he designates to watch you train with Claude and Jophiel.” Cedric rumbles, deep, and low in his chest.

While Roland and Arnault had several pointed questions to ask about a lot of different topics, they had been a bit more understanding that they had hoped for and had reacted a lot better than they feared they might have. Even willing to be one of the designates to watch over Draco’s training sessions.

“I agreed to the rules and punishments,” Draco scowled at the uppity Primaris Apothecary.

Cedric scowled back, “It doesn’t mean we trust you not to go too far like you did before.”

Elsewhere, Keed deposited Lana gently onto the blanket of their picnic spot.

“Can I open my eyes now?” She asked.

“Of course you can, love.” He chuckled.

Lana gasped and laughed delightfully as she took in the sight before her. The sun was just dipping below the horizon, the fading light casting a thin orange glow at the ocean’s end. The crescent moon with its pale shine reflecting clearly in the calm waters. More and more stars appeared as the light faded.

“Keed! This is wonderful! I almost forgot about this place!”

The Alpha Legionary preened at her happiness and curled himself around her, “I’m glad you like this surprise.” He replied.

Lana took his face in her claws and kissed his lips, “This is so lovely. Thank you.”

Smiling, Keed wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back, “Anything for you, my lovely Lana.”

He placed the picnic basket between them and took out the containers of finger food that Talos prepared; a mix of both their favorites. Keed smiled at Lana’s brightened expression; his brother had been incredibly thoughtful in making these dishes.

“These look delicious. Did Talos make these?” She asked.

“Yes.” Keed grinned.

“Of course. I’ll have to thank him when I see him.” Lana smiled.

Keed took off his gauntlets and playfully tapped her nose, drawing her attention back to him, “I’ll remind you to do that, but tonight is for us. Open up.”

The harpy giggled, opening her mouth as the mer fed her a piece of pickled herring. Lana trilled in delight at the burst of flavor. Opening up the container she held in her lap, the harpy picked up a piece of smoked cod and held it to his mouth. She grinned, “Say ‘ahh’.”

Keed laughed and did as he was told, letting the harpy place the piece of cod in his mouth. He chewed on the meat, tasting the distinct savory and smoky flavor of the fish. Talos really outdid himself. Both he and Lana would have to thank him for this delicious food.

“You should have a taste. This is very good.” Keed picked up another piece of the smoked cod and fed it to Lana, his eyes fixed to her as she picked it delicately off his fingers with her teeth.

“You’re right!” Her crest feathers fluffed cutely as she ate the smoked fish.

The last container held thin rolls of cured fish wrapped in delicate pieces of seaweed. Keed took a piece and sang, “Say ‘ah..’ Lana.” Watching her mouth intently.

Lana grinned and opened her mouth to receive the seaweed roll. Only to fluff her feathers in surprise when Keed pulled her to him in a sneaky, but passionate kiss. Lana melted into his kiss, closing her eyes and losing her in the moment. They slowly pulled away from each other’s lips with a smile.

“How was that for a treat?” Keed chuckled.

“I don’t know… between your kiss and that seaweed roll? I might need a sample of both….” Lana answered coyly.

Keed laughed, “I suppose that could be arranged, dear Lana.” as he gently placed the seaweed roll in her mouth, waiting for her to bite into it. He then gently bit down on the other half of the roll that was sticking out, meeting her mouth in a sweet and savory kiss.

Lana trilled in delighted surprise at the kiss and the delicate flavors of the cured fish and seaweed. She giggled, “That was much better. Both samples were delicious.”

Keed grinned and stole a few more kisses from her before feeding her another roll of cured fish.

He pressed some sweet kisses to his Lana while feeding her and getting fed the delicious treats at the same time. He’s so very happy to be able to spend time with her. Despite the path that took him here, he’s thankful that in this moment and time, he's on Ancient Terra with his lovely Lana.

They continued to feed each other and watched the myriad of stars appearing as darkness deepened in the night sky. The stars in the sky reflected in the water, making a continuous trail of stars stretching from sea to sky as the cove was named after. Bioluminescent plankton glowed and sparkled when animals moved through the water, adding to the “trail of stars” effect.

“Have you been to this cove before?” Keed asked, remembering that Lana mentioned about almost forgetting this place; curious to know more about his beloved harpy.

“When I was younger,” Lana started as she looked distantly as memories played across her mind, “The Flock came here to watch shooting stars. Seeing the stars shoot across the sky… it was very pretty.”

“Have you seen shooting stars before?” Lana asked, after snuggling with Keed for a few moments, enjoying the quiet, but also feeling rather curious.

She’s heard them speaking about swimming in shoals in the void-sea, which they refer to as the black of space. She’s also heard them say something about the mad void-sea. Whatever that was. She asked them about that, and they would grow quiet, with Zariel asking her not to ask them that. They didn’t want to lie, but it was not something they liked talking about either.

Lana’s allowed her curiosity and concern about the mad void-sea slide, as she could tell how much it upsetted them to think and/or try to talk about with her… or anyone who didn’t know what they meant when they said that phrase.

“I have seen shooting stars before,” Keed said, while joking, his teal eyes sparkling jovially, “and for some of the people on distant planets, I was a shooting star.”

He scratched his cheek a little bit as he nuzzled Lana in his arms while he gathered his thoughts, “Shooting stars that fall about two to four per hour, while not impressive, are certainly safer than when the stars shooting across the skies increase to almost blinding the night sky. That had not been a fun mission.” He explained.

She paused and turned to Keed, tilting her head, “You came from out there; beyond the stars?”

Keed hummed, “Beyond stars and the black of space, through time and… well. Yes. The Space Marines come from beyond the stars, as you know them, lovely Lana.”

“What is it like?” Lana asked curiously, “To go to distant stars?”

“The journeys can be far, and finding ways to entertain yourself while traveling so far can be hard sometimes, ‘hurry up and wait’ can get terribly dull at times. The distances between stars, between planets are vast, and almost impossible to comprehend,” Keed started, rolling The Rules through his head to ensure that he doesn’t say too much, while also giving her a good story, “One time, when I was about Claude’s age, I had been sent to a distant planet. You see that fuzzy star near the ‘big dipper’ constellation as you call it?”

Lana tilted her head and looked in the direction he’s pointing at and narrowed her eyes and nodded, “Yes, I do.”

“Orbiting that star is a planet,” Keed explained, “Where the sky is more purple than blue, and the flowers sing in the wind. There are some bioluminescent fruits, about the size of a pineapple, the colors of a strawberry, that taste like… peaches with a hint of lime.”

“Oh?” Lana gasped, “How fascinating! Were there oceans like this there as well?”

Keed nodded and grinned, “The ocean of that planet was slightly purple. And we had to breach for the surface more often, less oxygenated air, and more nitrous, even with our armor on- some of my younger brothers got very, very giggly.”

She giggled at the picture he painted in her head.

He curled into Lana and murmured, “I’m so very glad to be here on Ancient Terra with you though. Meeting you has changed my life for the better.”

Lana turned away from looking at the stars to looking at him, “I’m very glad you’re here with me too.” She said, reaching up, kissing his lips. Keed hummed appreciatively and kissed her back tenderly, tightening his embrace around her. They went back to admiring the night sky and the dancing of the bioluminescent plankton, all cuddled up with each other and sharing the occasional kiss.

The couple had been watching the shimmering lights of the plankton for a while when they both noticed a large shape swimming languidly along the outer reaches of the cove. Lana tilted her head, asking, “Keed, you see that large creature way out there?”

The Alpha Legionary knew exactly what, no, who that was. He wants a show, I’ll give him a show… he thought, feeling rather petty. He nuzzled into Lana’s neck, nipping at a particularly sensitive spot, “I thought I was the only large creature around here.”

The harpy whined and shuddered, starting to lose focus as he laid small kisses up her throat, a few of his tentacles winding up her leg and around her waist, “Keed… be serious…”

“I am serious; serious about you…” Keed murmured as he kissed her deeply and passionately, pushing Lana onto her back, not giving her a chance to reply. Lana hummed blissfully and relaxed as she reciprocated his kiss. Her wings wrapped around him, drawing him closer.

Keed felt a sense of petty satisfaction upon hearing the distant angry splash of a tail.

They stayed nose to nose when they broke apart.

“I love you, fierce, bright, love of mine.” Keed whispered, looking at his harpy full of adoration.

Lana smiled and gave him a quick peck, “I love you too, my dear sweet, clever Keed.” She giggled, “Now could you confirm the large shape swimming out there?”

“Of course, my love.”

Keed’s tentacles curled and uncurled as he put on his helmet for greater vision to see who’s in the water; confirming his suspicions.

“Hey Lana, I think we should head back home,” he suggested, “A large predator is hunting in these waters; and I’d rather not end our date on a sour note.”

Keed helped pack up the picnic blanket, basket and what little was leftover of thefood. He casually pulled something out of an armored pocket, tapped a button on the orb-like device. and then tossed the object into the water and smiled sweetly at Lana.

“Let’s go home, dear Lana!” Keed chirped, sweeping his harpy into arms.

Lana laughed, “Let’s go home.”

The flash-bang won’t hurt the stalking fuckhead, but it would mess up his senses, causing his ears to ring and his night vision to go to shit for an hour. The damage that it would cause to the lurking Gray Knight would be fully healed by the time Lana and Keed are back at the temporary home that the Gannet Harpies had set up. Which was a mild enough punishment for stalking someone else on a date.

[moodymisty]

Can I get Lorgar being grumpy cause he's away from his lover for too long during a campaign, and when he gets back, he just scoops her up and steals her away with orders not to be bothered?

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author's Note: Oh sweet, another chance for me to go absolutely fucking apeshit about Lorgar. This fic I wrote sortof as a soft continuation of this little universe I've been building with Lorgar. But can also be read totally independent. Hope this is acceptable <3

Relationships: Lorgar/Fem!Reader (no pronouns are used it's just kinda the vibe if that makes sense)

Warnings: Lorgar's toxic mercurial attitude, but other than that pretty warning free considering it's Warhammer 40k content

Word Count: 1177

The Astartes of the Word Bearers are used to the emotional volatility of their Primarch. However it seems that an extended period of time aboard the Fidelitas Lex with no reprieve has irritated the Primarch more so than usual, however for reasons that remain a mystery to them.

The only thing that manages to quell it even somewhat is Colchis in view from the bridge of the gargantuan battleship- and that, for the time being, their conquest halts.

Lorgar often writes during these times apart, putting his written thoughts to parchment about his ideas, his successes and failures during the crusade; How he misses you.

This time as he was far from Colchis for so long, and since Lorgar had been growing frustrated and writing is soothing to him, the pile is significant. He seems to treat them almost like a journal of sorts, spouting fears and irritations that he's held deep within himself. His anger oftentimes boils over so much so that it even seems to bleed into the very paper he's writing on, during.

Now it bleeds out of him, and everyone close enough to pays by his person feels it and keeps their distance. He walks with purpose, outpacing almost anyone around him. He's already removed his armor in the chambers dedicated for it, where it hangs prepared for the next time he must don it.

For now, it is nothing but an inconvenience. He's pleased to get it off, to feel air on his skin. The fabric of his robes is far more comfortable as he's now in the refuge of his own fortress.

And now that he is here, off of the Fidelitas Lex and no longer so long away from what he wants most, he has a singular goal currently in mind.

The Astartes standing guard at the entrance to the private wing tilt their helmets ever so slightly upward, when Lorgar stops directly between them. They had already given him a soft lilt of acknowledgement, expecting him to simply pass by. When he speaks he still looks forward, hands gripping eachother tight.

"Do not disturb me unless it is of the utmost urgency."

His tone, the way the words slip between his teeth like a hiss, leaves no room for argument; Not as if they were going to in the first place. They nod in understanding and Lorgar passes by fully, the fabrics of his robes shifting against each other.

You live in this wing now, and Lorgar secretly delights in the feeling of knowing you will always be waiting for him here.

He doesn't have to search for you, to call you like a common servant; You are now treated with the luxuries he thinks you deserve.

He swears his heart picks up pace the closer he gets. It has been so unbearably long since he's seen your face, heard your voice, felt your skin. Even the feeling of simply holding your tiny hand in his feels like an indulgence after so long apart.

His palm brushes against the handle to the door leading into his bed chambers. You're more than likely here, making use of the massive bookshelves that store his personal favorite texts.

And indeed you are; As when he opens the massive door made to fit a man of his size, you're spotted sitting on the similarly massive bed flipping through the pages of an old tome. The way you perk up and gasp in pure surprise has the Primarch preening.

"Lorgar!"

You treat the tome with a level of care, closing it and sitting it aside- but you do so with a rush as you quickly get to your feet and run right to him. He easily picks you up in his hands, raising you up to his level. Your lips are against his in moments, arms around his neck. There's so many emotions in it; Happiness, desperation, longing. Only when you pull away does the Primarch sit you down, before then kneeling down to your level instead. It's easier for him to do so instead of dangling you in the air. In spite of how one might think someone such as him should never kneel. He has never bemoaned his size, at least out loud, but perhaps at times he can realize its, inconvenience.

"It's been so long this time, you're back!"

He delights in the feeling of your warm skin against his, free of his armor for the time being.

"It has. I hope you'll forgive my absence."

He always placates you, even though he has no reason to. You know why he's gone, the things he says he needs to do. It's simply selfishness that keeps you wanting. Not that he doesn't think similarly, stuck in the ebb and flow of a crusade that intends to take all of him. He wants more than just conquest, no matter how much everyone says that should be enough.

"I just miss you. It's always so lonely without you here."

Lorgar wonders if everyone thinks of their lover so much, or if he is simply a minority. He wonders if he you think of him as much as he does you.

Kor Phaeron has acquiesced on the matter mostly, either way. There are times where he attempts to 'right' Lorgar, but they are largely unproductive. If anything, it seems to send him into your arms faster. It'll pass, is what conversations on the matter usually end with. That Lorgar is nearly tasting a fit of indulgence.

Your hands on his collarbone, you look at the wear on his face and gently smile.

"You should rest, Lorgar."

He leans, his lips pressing against the top of your head.

"Then I would have wasted time I could spend in your company asleep." He hears your soft laugh, leaning away from him and smiling.

"It's still technically spending time together."

Only you can get away with talking back to him in such a way, as you say it with only fondness and a bit of teasing.

"Yes, but I wish to enjoy it," He continues. "I ordered my men to not disturb me unless it was urgent, and I intend to take advantage of that time without a million voices in my ear."

His hands rest on your waist, hands swallowing your form and bunching the fabric of your clothes. Even him, one of the smaller of the Primarchs, is so overwhelmingly massive. They lay with a gentle weight, at the moment. Yours lay on his collarbone, fingertips just past the edge of his robes and brushing against his tanned skin.

"And what is Lorgar Aurelian going to do with his rare moment of peace?"

You think someone might be walking past the door that you can't hear, as Lorgar briefly turns his head ever so slightly at a potential sound you can't hear. His hands tighten on your waist slightly. When this presumed person doesn't knock on the door like he might've thought, he turns back to you, hands loose again.

"I quite intend to find out."

[nyxi-pixie]

writing patterns ✨

rules: share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able and see if there are any patterns!

got tagged in this by @booksandpaperss here like a month and a half ago and im finally getting around to doing it🥰😍

The Unsinging Canary (skk mission fic, 19k words, 3/3 chapters)

This has been his least favourite day of the year for half a decade now.

Five times Chuuya compliments his partner and the one time it doesn't cause Dazai to malfunction (self explanatory from the title lol, 40k, 6/6 chapters)

The following is an important thing to understand: Dazai Osamu is an annoying piece of shit. 

Five times Dazai assails Chuuya with obscene flirtation, and one time Chuuya retaliates (self explanatory again, 16k, 6/6 chapters)

The first time it happens, Dazai really isn’t sure what came over him.

The Streetlights Killed All The Stars But You (femskk assassins au, 123k, 24/? chapters)

Temperatures above 28°C should be stopped, Dazai thinks as she lazily flops her left hand up and down next to her face. 

a macabre symbiosis (kousano wound sex, 3k words, oneshot)

By all rights, Kouyou shouldn’t even be working for the Armed Detective Agency.

i dont think i have any patterns ╮(╯▽╰)╭ . idk maybe the byler ones were more pattern-y but i am NAWT digging those things up. i DO have a habit of starting chuuya pov with dazai slander but i usually start my skk fics with dazai pov so😭

UM i think i saw most my writer mutuals already do this,,,,,, @musicalmoritz @calmlb hiiii no pressure <3 + open tagging to any writers that want to do this MWAH

[reggieblk]

I want to hear about the cokewhore Tom AU! <3

aaaah thank you for asking !! <3

Cokewhore Tom is ... very dear to me. It's a collective work with @cindle-writes and @pinktom, as well as another friend who prefers to remain anonymous iirc (feel free to put anything you want about the fic in the reblogs btw). It has 5 parts, and should sit somewhere from 30-40k, and I need to finish it 😭 I actually don't know if I'm allowed to talk about this fic, I didn't run it by Cindle or Amelinda before including it in the tag game jdsbbd BUT you can have a snippet from part 1 which I wrote :

“Harry! It’s me!” The sound of someone talking on the other side of the door sent a renewed wave of dread throughout his body, but when, a second later, he recognised the voice, he deflated, irritation flaring through him. He marched over to the door and yanked it open, revealing a shivering, pale, thinly clad, Tom Riddle.  “Tom,” Harry said, his annoyance clear in his voice, “what the fuck is wrong with you? Do you want my neighbours to call the police?” “I don’t give a shit about that,” Tom snapped, teeth grinding as he scratched at his arm. “Go away,” Harry whispered, looking around at his neighbours’ doors compulsively. “Get the fuck away from my apartment.” “Please,” Tom said, reaching out to hold onto Harry’s sleeve, “please just—” “No,” Harry snapped. They’d gone over this all week—though this was the first time Tom had had the audacity to show up to his flat instead of harassing him over the phone.  “Please, I need it,” he begged, a pathetic quality to his voice. His eyes had dark smudges under them, purple verging on black, and his cheeks were hollowed out.  “Get in,” Harry hissed, unwilling to let this spectacle play out in the open hallway of his apartment complex. He grabbed Tom’s arm and dragged him into the flat, slamming the door behind them and locking it for good measure.  “I’ll get the money,” Tom said, and he was already pacing, hands in his hair in his distress. He kept clicking his teeth together, as if his jaw ached, and his shoulders were bunched up.  Harry sighed as he watched him, the anger dying down just a bit. “Tom, I thought you were going to try and get clean.” “I—I can’t,” he said hysterically. He tripped on a bottle on the floor, and almost fell but he caught himself on the sofa and sat down, legs jittering. Harry was glad he’d snatched the bag of coke up, or he was sure Tom would’ve snorted it all by then. He looked up, eyes wide and pleading. “Just one more time—” Harry hung his head— “I promise, one more time, just another two grams, please, then I’ll get clean. I’ll get you the money for the rest please, I just—” “Stop it, stop it,” Harry snapped, waving a hand in the air as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Look at yourself, Tom. Look at you, you’re a fucking mess.” Tom was quiet for a moment, and when Harry looked down at him he had tears welling in his wide brown eyes. “Please,” he whispered.  “Tom, I’d like to help you out,” Harry said honestly, “but you’ve already lost me too much money. I’m sorry, really. But it’s no.” “I’ll pay you—” “We’ve already established that you can’t,” Harry said with a disbelieving laugh. “I’ll suck your cock,” Tom blurted out, and Harry’s blood ran cold before burning hot as he stared at him in disbelief. Tom’s cheeks were coated in red, humiliation so evident on his face and yet Harry could see that he meant it.

[floodonthefloor]

Okay, serious question as a writer. How do you write as fast as you do. Pls give tips if you can. <3

hi!!!! it is really nice and flattering that you are asking me for writing advice. candidly i don't know if i have any actionable, technical tips, but i can tell you about my "process" so to speak (with the caveat that i am not a professional writer or a professionally trained writer. at best, i am a hobbyist writer and have been writing fics since i was like...16? so there's my resume for you):

the simplest way i can think to explain it is that i don't think when i write, which sounds a little counter-intuitive, but bear with me here while i give you the non-simplest way to explain it.

i will write and write and write whatever my brain tells me to or whatever my brain has been dreaming up the past few days a little bit like clearing a dirty faucet. one of my favourite books is bird by bird by anne lamott, and it's about writing, and one of my fav quotes from it is "the dream must be vivid and continuous", and NO she probably did not mean this about toxic yuri fanfiction but whatever. the reason i bring that quote up is that i am literally constantly, always, always thinking up new stories in my head, and have been since i was young (whether this is healthy or not is up for debate and also none of my business). by the time i sit at my computer in the morning for work, i have an entire world or an entire scene i want to write and i'll just dump it all on to a pages document.

(also worth noting i have the privilege of working in tech (fake job) and it's wfh (which makes it extra fake), so i'm sitting at my computer like 8 hours a day minimum already)

i think it also helps me to think of it in the sense that fanfic, at its core, is a little low-stakes for me comparative to other writing endeavours. i am not being paid to do it. i am not being graded on it. no one i know IRL is reading it. for me, all of that means there is a LOT less self-conciousness or mental blocking in that regard as well. i'm writing within an already-existing world with already-existing characters with already-existing, clear motivations, regardless of what universe they're in. plus fanfic in general is far more forgiving of egregious use of and dependence on tropes.

worth noting as well that fic is the one and ONLY place i've been able to write as fast as i do... i've been working on a novel for maybe an entire year now, and in that entire year i've written about 30-40k words for it vs. the 250k+ words i've written for fuckin. rhaenicent. so if you're looking for tips for writing outside of the context of fic....shrug emoji. sorry.

hope this is helpful tho?? idk .sorry this was long. case in point with the 'writing and writing until i go 'oh wait. i should shut up now'' x

[the-lady-general]

fic author q&a

@curator-on-ao3 thank you so much for tagging me! 💚✨ It's taken me a little to answer (almost) all the questions, but here you go:

1. Why do you write fanfic?

Sometimes I need to get an idea out of my head, sometimes I need to get an idea down on the page, sometimes I want to write for the sake of writing.

(The REAL real reason why I write fanfic instead of original fic is so that I don't have to come up with names and physical descriptions for a bunch of different characters. *shoves all-oc wip back under the floorboards*)

2. Which of your posted stories do you think about the most, even though the story is “finished”?

For now it's Change the World. That one was a lot of fun. I re-read it loads because it makes me laugh.

3. If you could give yourself fic advice from when you first started writing fic, what would that advice be?

You don't know English yet, but once you start learning: on eff eff dot net, cock means penis, not rooster. No advice on the writing, your Gerudo self-insert Mary Sue is already perfect. 💚

4. What’s your relationship to fic stats?

I don't care at all, unless I'm being sulky. I like to think that getting it out of my system relatively quietly makes me the charming ray of sunshine that you, kind and radiant reader, knows and loves. 😁

5. Is there a pairing or scenario or friendship you miss writing? If so, why? If not, why not?

I miss Joseph/Hemmer, that was fun to write. I couldn't stick the fix-it part of the fix-it fic, so I abandoned it in my wips, but I like coming back to it and rereading the more coherent scraps.

6. What motivates you to write?

Mostly jokes! My latest, Life, When It Gives You Lemons, is based on that genius Darmok and Salad at Tanagra pun.

(That's probably the reason why nothing ever came of my Joseph/Hemmer or Una prison break fics: there's enough dead kids and dead parents in SNW to stop me laughing.)

What motivates me for my current WIP is mostly "Can I do this?". The answer so far seems to be yes, provided I can string enough jokes together.

7. Why do you write for the fandom(s) that you write for?

For Star Trek it's mostly friends (hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, hi! 👋🖖), for LotR it's because somehow, there's still not all the stories I want to read out there, and for 40k it's my desire to throw war dollies around without ever having to memorize a different codex every time I blink.

8. If you’re stuck writing a WIP, what do you do?

I give up and add it to my ~private library~ or I ask for help. The bragging rights of producing something of AO3 quality makes editing worth the hassle. That's my hoard, that is. 🐲

9. What do you wish people knew about comments?

I'm really bad at answering them, so if you, smart and elegant reader, want a reply, trick me into a conversation by asking me questions!

If I don't reply that means your comments ended up as a coal on the warm cozy fire in my heart that's keeping the "Not A Talentless Hack" feelings at bay and I never figured out how to adequately repay that kindness. Thank you. 💚

10. Maybe there’s a question you wish had been on here. What’s that question (and answer)?

I couldn't think of any since getting tagged, so in the interest of finally answering the other nine questions: No, but thank you for asking!

This was fun! I've lost sight of who's already played and who might like to join in, so without pressure: @cicaklah @ichayalovesyou @indignantlemur and anyone else who wants to give this a shot!