#this is taken straight from a fic wip I’ve been cooking up

[ashartstuff]

I’m sorry tweek I project on you too much </3

[shwazzberryswriting]

Miss Confident

Pairing: Kun x Original Female Character|Reader

Genre: PWP, Straight Up Smut

Summary: Kun helps his girlfriend with her problems at work

Word count: 2,600

Rating/Warnings: Mature / Explicit Sexual Content: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Kissing, Nipple Play, Nipple Licking, Floor Sex, Dirty Talk, Not Beta Read, Creampie, Overstimulation

Author’s Note: Kun's been committing all sorts of attacks on me for like a week, OK? I've thought about Kun being the sort of dom who will enjoy subbing from time to time but he'd still really be a dom. So here is my fic interpretation of that. I sorta wish I would have written more foreplay, but I would have spent much longer on this and I don't need to waste so much time on a PWP when I have so many WIPs I have to work on. Apologies ahead for any errors, I only proofread once!

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Neary shut her laptop and groaned. Her presentation was fast approaching, and she felt like throwing up every time she reached the 5th slide. If she was choking up in the privacy of her bedroom, she worried that she would simply burst into a pile of dust when it was time to present her project to the Sales Director and Plant Managers of her company.

She needed a break, so Neary stood up from her desk, and walked down the hall to see her boyfriend. She found Kun’s office door closed, and pressed her ear to the door to hear a familiar tune playing. He’d been working on a song for the past 2 weeks, it was a demo for a movie theme song. He likely wouldn’t have heard her knocking, so she opened the door.

“Hey, baby,” Kun said, looking away from the two computer screens set up before him when she called out his name. His keyboard was set to his left, and he had a drink in his hand. “I’m thinking about making Sichuan style Hot and Sour Soup for dinner. I have some fish that will be good with the green mustard.”

“Can we order sushi tonight, honey?” she asked, walking over to him. He set his drink down as he turned slightly toward her.

“I should cook the fish before it goes bad,” he argued back. “We can order a little sashimi if you want.”

“Why are you always right?” she replied, frowning. She felt a bit of joy light up as she ran her hand through his hair. His hand on his mouse stopped as he shut his eyes. “We shouldn’t waste money on sashimi if you’re going to cook fish for dinner.”

“Anything on your mind?” he asked, opening his eyes when she rested her hand on his shoulder. He slipped his left arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him.

“I can't control my nerves," she admitted. "I choke up halfway through my presentation."

“Stage fright,” he said as he pulled her to sit on his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she rested her head on his shoulder. “What makes you feel powerful?”

“What?” she asked with a laugh, sitting up to stare at her boyfriend.

“It’s a mental thing,” he explained, grinning at her, his hands caressing her hips gently. “Before you do your presentation, build up confidence. Tell yourself that you’ve got it, give yourself a round of applause, do something that will make you feel confident and powerful.”

“That works? I wish Jerrid was still working with me. He always did the presentations.”

“Forget Jerrid,” Kun said, rolling his eyes. “You got the promotion because you were the one with the ideas. Your boss knows you can do the presentations. You’ve got it, baby.”

“Can you go to my presentation with me?” she asked, cuddling up to him, returning to resting her head on his shoulder.

“You can do it,” he said, stroking her arm. “Close your eyes and think about this moment before your presentation tomorrow.”

“I still feel a little nervous,” she replied.

“What will make you more confident?”

She cupped his cheek in her hand and directed his face to her. Planting a firm kiss against his lips, she focused on how her chest felt light, like she had more air to breathe. As strongly as she inhaled in, she felt like she couldn’t get enough of the scent of Kun. She took note how her body was filled with happy feelings of warmth and comfort. The warmth made her shoulders and back relax, and she smiled against his lips.

Before she could break the kiss, her hand slipping down to his shoulder, she felt him open his mouth to capture her lips between his. His hand rested on the back of her neck, and he pushed his tongue into her mouth. She moaned as she pushed back, licking his lips before she broke the kiss.

“What do you want?” he asked softly as she rested the pads of her index and middle finger on his bottom lip. Her stomach was boiling with heat as his soft lips moved under her fingers. “Hm?” His hand on her hip moved to cup her ass, squeezing it gently. “I have work to do.”

“You’re going to throw me out?” she asked, pouting slightly. He chuckled, squeezing her ass again.

“Miss Confident, what do you want? Tell me, I’ll do it,” he said, his gaze softening as he touched his forehead to hers.

She was frozen, the heat inside of her was bubbling over with Kun kneading her ass, and the warmth of his kisses still on her lips. She’d never been able to lead their sexual encounters. It was always in Kun’s ball court since she struggled to verbalize what she wanted. She felt lucky that he knew how to please her without her having to tell him.

“Otherwise, I need to get a little work done.”

“I want to stay,” she pleaded before planting a quick kiss on his lips. “I know what you like.”

She began grinding against him gently as her lips moved to kiss his earlobe, her hand raking through his hair. He groaned, and she gave a soft laugh against his ear as she felt him start to harden.

“What do you want?” he asked after a moment, his hands on her hips. He sat back fully into his chair, his eyes never leaving her. He grinned. “You want to make me come in my pants?”

“Kun,” she breathed out, furrowing her eyebrows as she stopped moving, “what do you want me to say?”

“Let me know what you want, Miss Confident,” he said with a chuckle. “You want to be confident? Tell me what you want.”

“Shut up and kiss me,” she said with a heavy sigh.

He was enjoying himself too much, and she was annoyed at her boyfriend teasing her. He obliged as they came together and kissed. His lips remained pursed against hers and she gave a chuckle before opening her mouth and capturing his lips continually between hers in small, wet kisses. Her tongue licked his lips, and he opened his mouth to capture her tongue. He sucked on her tongue before releasing it, and she broke their kiss.

“That’s it?” he asked, sounding disappointed. “So much work-”

“Make me come,” she interrupted him before grabbing the back of his head, fisting her hand into his hair and directing his mouth to hers. Her free hand rested on his shoulder as she shifted around to straddle him, but he pushed her to sit on his desk. His tongue was pushing aggressively into her mouth before he broke their kiss when he stood up.

“Let me,” he panted out heavily as his arms reached out behind her, “close things up.”

“Fuck me on the floor,” she demanded as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

She dug the heels of her feet into his back, making him groan. He moaned as she moved her hand to grab his growing erection. She pressed down on him as she stroked up and down. Her mind was swimming with half thoughts of pride to see Kun struggle to remain composed as he stood before her. He closed his eyes for a few moments as he took in a deep inhale of breath.

“How do you want to be fucked, Miss Confident?” he asked, smiling widely. His fingers were at her sides, bundling up the fabric of her shirt as they slid up her body. She wrapped her arms around his neck when he’d taken her shirt off and they kissed. “Want to be on all fours as I take you from behind? Or should I put your left leg over my shoulder and I pound into that tight cunt all night?”

“Shut,” she panted out as she felt him lift her so he could pull her shorts and panties off, “up.”

“Hm?” he asked as she unwrapped her legs from his waist so he could pull her clothes off. She let him savor his moment at groping her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples through the lace fabric of her black bralette as he pinched them.

“Get naked and let me ride you,” she panted out. She moaned as his fingers continued to tease her nipples, making her stomach ache in heat. “Kun, listen to me, honey. I want to fuck you.”

“OK,” he said before his hands pulled her bralette off.

“ You get naked,” she spoke up more firmly as she stood up from his desk. She grabbed the front of his jeans and began to unbutton them. He took off his sweater, and cupped her face into his hands as he directed her to his lips.

“Look at Miss Confident ordering me around,” he said with a gentle grin when he broke the kiss.

“You’re not getting naked,” she said, frowning. She pushed his jeans down and she smiled, heat hitting her cheeks, as she watched him remove his boxers and kicked his jeans and boxers away.

“What do we do now, Miss Confident?” he asked, pressing his body against hers, thrusting his hips gently as his cock slid up against her stomach.

“I want to ride you so bad, honey,” she said as she took his arms, going down on her knees.

He followed her, and laid down on his back as she placed her hands on his shoulders to push him onto his back. Facing him, she straddled him and used her hand to direct his cock to her entrance. She leaned back and planted her feet onto the floor as she pushed him deeper. The heat of his cock filled her up, and she moaned as her fingers rubbed her clit.

He sat up and placed his hands on her hips as she began to grind against him. She pressed her chest against his as she kissed him, resting one hand on his shoulder. He took her other hand and intertwined their fingers before resting them on her hip. His teeth nipped at her lips as he pushed forward, wanting her kisses. She turned her head to the side as her lips were beginning to feel rough and throbbing slightly.

“I want to eat your sweet lips,” he said softly into her ear as his grip on her hips tightened and he gave harsh, fast pushes into her.

She moaned as his cock punished her pussy, her tits bouncing wildly as he continued fucking her fast and hard. He slowed his thrusts, grunting as he released her hand to wrap both arms around her waist. A sweet moan came out of her as he bent down and licked her nipple, the pointed tip of his tongue flicking it before his teeth grazed against it.

“Fuck me in a new way and make me come,” she demanded when she felt him planting a trail of kisses up her chest to her neck.

“What haven’t we done?” he asked with a bright smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling as they pulled apart. His hand groped her breast as she stood on her knees beside him. “How well can you take me?”

He kissed her and had her lie down on her back. He pulled her knees up and spread her open, pressing his hands over her knees to pin them against the floor. Her pussy was completely open for him, and he slid his stiffened cock over her wet slit. She gave a soft moan as he inhaled and exhaled sharply.

“Fuck,” she breathed in a shaky breath as he pushed himself into her.

He kissed her neck as he began a slow rhythm. The weight of his hands on her knees added to the intensity of her nerves feeling every thrust he pushed into her. She whimpered as his cock hit deep into her sweet spot, quickly spreading an oozing sort of warmth along her lower abdomen and toward her back. The heat was slowly but steadily spreading throughout her body.

Her shoulders began to burn as she felt her skin rub up against the carpet as Kun thrust himself in and out of her in a steady, building rhythm. His hands released her knees as one hand shot up to grab her breast. He licked her nipple, maintaining eye contact with her, before he wrapped his mouth around her breast to suck on it. His left hand reached between their bodies and his thumb began rubbing up and down against her clit.

She arched her back and her fingers dug into his shoulders as she moaned. He was burning her skin against the carpet as he continually thrust hard and deep into her. He was fucking her so good she was going to come. He was teasing her as his tongue swirled around her left nipple. He was giving her everything as his thumb brushed gently against her clit for a few seconds before rubbing her harder, the contrasting sensations making her clit throb angrily as blood rushed down to her groin and up to her head.

She was dizzy with lust as she felt Kun’s lips over hers. His tongue invaded hers as he groaned into her mouth, her pussy walls squeezing down on his cock. Her arms wrapped around his neck as her orgasm came, a flash of heat washed over her body. Her sinuses flared as blood rushed up to her head, every push of Kun’s cock into her making her nerves dance in frenetic waves.

He released her lips as he continued to thrust into her, his thumb now rubbing circles against her clit. Her body shook as he overstimulated her body. She gave a couple whimpers, feeling hot tears leak out of her eyes, as she heard Kun guffawing.

“You’re my sweet cock whore, look at you lose yourself around my cock,” he teased with heavy pants as he slowed his thrusts, giving a handful of shallow thrusts before surprising her by pushing himself harshly in and out of her a couple times. “Is this what you meant, Miss Confident, when you wanted me to make you come?” He continued a steady rhythm after she gave a yelp and whimper at his cock hitting her deep again. “I know I’m fucking you right. Just let me know, baby.”

Unable to speak, her shaky hands grabbed onto his sweaty neck and directed him to kiss her. His hands pressed down onto her thighs and he thrust furiously into her as they kissed. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she felt like her shoulder blades were being rubbed raw against the carpet, her skin ready to bleed if he didn’t come soon.

She shoved her tongue into his mouth when he thrust deep into her and she felt his come fill up her insides. The heat of his seed lit her nerves up in small flames, and she moaned into his mouth as she felt his hand caress her breast. He gave another thrust and they grunted into each other’s mouths as he withdrew from her.

“Don’t look at the mess,” he said as he helped her up. “I’ll take care of it.” He directed her to look at him as they sat up against the wall on the floor. He had one arm wrapped over her body, holding her close to him. “How do you feel, Miss Confident?”

“Confident,” she said with a smile, rubbing her nose against his before giving him a gentle kiss.

[princesscas]

hey again mandy!! i was wondering if you could rec some fluffy destiel fics? just your favorite ones if you’ve got some, either fluffy or angsty! i’d love to add some diversity to my bookmark list ☺️💕

Ooohh yeah! You sent this right as an anon sent the same request :3

Anon: I have seen your answer to an anon and now I want you to do a list of your favorite destiel fics please!! I just need to read fluffy fics but I also want some that have very good plot and also good portray of the characters but with a happy ending i can’t stomach more sadness. Thanks!! By the way for these who haven’t read it I want to recommend a very good fic call I don’t care where you been.

So I’m not too big on angst, like yes I do love angst, it can be good for the plot/character development/etc, but sometimes too much angst is well, too much for me to handle lol. Fluff is my bread and butter when it comes to not only writing, but reading. It can do me no harm, besides making my cheeks hurt from smiling so dang much! 

So here is my list of fluffy, plotty, longfics! These are pretty old, because I haven’t been in the market for any destiel longfic in the recent years, besides oneshots and a few WIPs here and there. (i’m still neck deep into the stucky dumpster lol) 6 canon fics and 6 AU’s :D 

CANON

Professional Couple Only by saltyfeathers (Fake/Pretend Relationship) - There's a haunted apartment building in Vermont, and the ad says "Professional couple only". Dean and Cas rise to the occasion.

The Silence Between Heartbeats by yesmsmoran (elliedew) (2x20 AU) -  "Fic that replaces Carmen with Cas. And then, when Dean wakes up and he meets Cas for the first time he freaks out because it's the only man he's ever loved and he's so confused as to how he can be real when he obviously had to be something the djinn created."

i wanna see your animal side by microcomets (Animal Transformation) - Dean gets attached to a dark-haired, blue-eyed kitten. He hates cats, so he can't really say why.

Just To Make You See by youaresunlight (Mutual Pining) - “I’ve been reading,” Cas explains, lifting his coat to reach for something inside. It’s another magazine but not one about nature or economics. It’s a GQ with a suave male celebrity gracing the cover. “There’s an article in here that gives advice to those who are ‘seeking to escape the friend zone.’”

And I Will Walk On Water by tracy_loo_who (Post-S4) - This fic is set after season 4 and totals ~122,600 words. It's a story about friendship and love, recovery and trust, free will, and Dean and Castiel's journey through it all. It's also about chocolate and hugs. If you read it, I really hope you enjoy it. ♥

Broadway Musical by Griftings (HILLARIOUS GO READ IT) - This is the day that marked the Holy and Blessed Union of Dean Winchester and Jo Harvelle.The merging of prominent bloodlines is always a grand occurrence, but breeding pedigree hunter families like Winchester and Harvelle is something to be rejoiced. It is also something to be meticulously planned, which thankfully the Host is very good at.Or, the romantic comedy where Dean Winchester and Jo Harvelle are destined to get married, Castiel is given the task of playing matchmaker and fails terribly, the entire Heavenly Host becomes a sitcom audience, God warns against male pregnancy, and Jimmy Novak is incredibly unimpressed with angels in general.

AU

a world above water by museaway (Fairy Tale AU) - Castiel’s hope for freedom is threatened by a chance encounter with the Crowned Prince of Lawrence, who is trying to avoid an arranged marriage

To Find a Family by linasane (Kid Fic, Domestic) - When Dean's little brother gets taken away, he's expecting the fight that ensues. He's expecting the stress that comes from separation, expecting to do all he can to get Sammy back from whatever awful foster family he's been placed with. He's not expecting Castiel Novak. (Castiel, in turn, isn't expecting his first foster child - five years old and angry - to be the one that leads him to the family he's always wanted, but life has a funny way of working itself out).

Shorten the Distance by GhostGarrison (Online/Long Distance Relationship) - "Nerdytr3nchcoat" and "Impala67" weren't looking for romance on the dating website called 'dateangels.com'. Castiel was looking for friends and Dean was just looking to get his nagging brother off his back. What they didn't expect to find was each other. [a long distance, online relationship fic]

Cooking with Gas by WinJennster (Food Network/Chef!Cas) - Castiel Novak has it all. He's rich, famous, has a top rated cooking show and restaurant, drives an expensive car and wears Armani. His producer throws a contest to spend a day with Chef Novak, cooking and learning techniques. Castiel wants no part of it, but Balthazar insists and Castiel will do as expected. What Castiel wasn't expecting was to fall head over heels for the winner. Dean Winchester hasn't had a successful relationship in his 34 years on Earth. He's got a past he'd like to keep hidden, and his life rotates around his family and his business. Winning a contest to spend a day with his favorite TV chef is a shock, but a welcome diversion from his day to day life...until he meets the guy, and he turns out to be a big jerk. Dean figures he should have expected that. What he wasn't expecting was that same gorgeous blue-eyed man to sweep in and shake up his entire world.

Life In Pink by youaresunlight (Kid Fic - SO FLUFF) - At just 33 years old, Dean Winchester is one of the most sought-after wedding planners in the city. He’s chased his dream ever since he was a kid and is now on the brink of making partner at his firm. But the wedding that’ll make or break his promotion? Is his best friend Dr. Castiel Novak’s. It’s going to be the event of the season - unlimited budget, no expense spared - and it’s the kind of task that Dean has been waiting for… except he’s hopelessly in love with Cas.

Kiss the Baker by Ltleflrt (Bakery AU) - Jo is pregnant and craving something a little bit unusual. When she sends Dean on a mission to find her some chocolate cake donuts with bacon sprinkles, he's sure that he'll fail. Luckily his partner Benny comes to his rescue and introduces him to a quirky little bakery that sells all kinds of weird (and delicious!) baked goods. And they do special orders!Dean finds excuses to keep going back, and Castiel finds excuses to keep giving him special treats.

And I believe this is the fic Anon was referring to: don't care where you've been by thanks_tacos (A/B/O) Dean's life is finally changing. After years of enduring Alastair's abuse, the alpha dies and Dean's married off to the next alpha the system pairs him with - Castiel. The man is strange and distant, but not exactly bad, and Dean's determined to be on his best behavior and not mess up the chance he was given. Soon enough, though, he fucks up anyway and has to call the alpha for help.Castiel's lived his entire life without an omega by his side, and he was fine with that. He doesn't know how to proceed once he's suddenly married to a beautiful man who's obviously been through a lot. Omegas were always a confusing subject to him, so he tries not to interfere much - neither of them is there by their choice. But when Dean calls for help, he understands he's going to have to set some things straight and engage more.

[fandomscombine]

Birthday Surprise

My first ever Harry Potter x Reader fic.

BG:You have have the perfect gift and the best partner in crime to do so. 

Get ready for some fluffy and wholesome family content. Post Hogwarts. 

Includes: husband!Harry and.......(read to find out!) hehe Hope you enjoy!

WC:653

>>>MASTERLIST<<<

You normally aren’t an early raiser but today is your husband’s birthday. Ever since the war, Harry has always been a light sleeper, so you made sure that when you got out of bed that you don’t disturb his slumber.

You reach over to your bedside table to switch off the 6:30am vibrate alarm then kiss your husband’s forehead, casting a quick ‘Muffliato’ to the room before heading to the kitchen.

Today being a special day, you didn’t want to use magic to prepare breakfast for your family. The meal plan for the morning consists of a full English breakfast and a tower of cinnamon waffles.

By the time you were finished, it was 7:20am.

When you were almost done cooking, you went to wake your partner in crime.

‘wakey wakey little buddy’ You whisper to your 2 years old son.

‘mmmmm’

‘C’mon Albus,’ you cooed. ‘it’s daddy’s birthday and we gotta carry out your little surprise remember?’

It was like those were the special key words cause you little boy bolted straight up. Eyes wide and alert. ‘DADDY’S BWIRTHDAY SURRPRIZEDD!’ Albus exclaimed.

‘shhhhh’ wipping sleep out of his eyes. ‘now cmon. Remember to be quiet okay?’

He nods.

You fix your son’s hair. ‘okay so we’re gonna tip toe to the kitchen alright?’ You stand on your toes ‘just like this, like mommy.’

When Albus mimics you action, you hold out your hand- which Albus quickly takes and together tip toe your way to the kitchen.

You hand him a small red and gold rectangle box with a tag. ‘okay Alby, you ready to wake daddy?’

Little Albus was so excited that he simply ran out without even an answer. Which made you chuckle.

‘oh—and wait up’

Being 2 years old, he was not tall enough to reach the doorknob just yet.

But that didn’t stop him from literally jumping on you husband screaming ‘HWAPPY BWIRTHDAY DADDY!’ again and again once you got the door open.

‘hi Alby—oop’ he cried when Albus dropped his weight on Harry’s stomach ‘Careful now’ Harry says holding his son still to prevent him from falling off the bed.

You lean against the doorframe, admiring the 2 most wonderful and special boys in you life. ~Oh boy, life it would soon be more chaotic~ you pondered.

‘Y/n…’

That soft whisper amidst Albus’ laughter is what cut you out of your short trace.

Your gaze lands on Harry.

In his hand is a small pen like shaped device and his face was a mixture of shock, hope and happiness.

He tries again to gain back his normal voice ‘y/n… is this what I think it is?’ wiping tears off his eyes ‘Please don’t say your joking.’

You smile. ‘Happy Birthday babe!’

Harry rushed out of bed and lifted you into a warm embrace.

Finally, able to share the wonderful news.

‘We’re gonna have another baby!’

‘Yup another baby

You had taken the test the week before and you swear it was the hardest week of your married life, keeping a secret from him. But you knew that it would have been the best birthday present.

‘How long have you known?’

‘A week. Gosh it was so hard keeping this news in! Thankfully you are so oblivious to you surroundings’ you teased. ‘As always’

‘Hey!’

As if on cue Albus came and joined you two. ‘Daddy dwid you like mommy’s and I’s pwesents?’

‘I did, I really loved it’ Harry bent down kiss his son’s head. ‘and I love you, the both of you.’ He looks up a you. ‘and our growing family.’

‘You’re gonna be such a caring older brother, aren’t you Albus?’ you say. ‘Now c’mon you two. Who’s hungry?’

‘Me me me! ‘piped Albus

‘I’ve been up early preparing a scrumptious breakfast and we better eat it while it’s hot.’

‘That and cause you’re eating for two now babe.’ Harry teased.

‘oh shut it’

[fleetingpieces]

Everything we were

I know I probably shouldn’t do this cause I’ve only just started posting my neighbour fic, but this is the first Wolfstar fic I’ve ever written and I’ve been thinking about sharing it for months now, soo...here goes nothing I guess

This is a Marauder era fic, it’s a long WIP, but I’m VERY excited about it, I would love to know what you guys think!

Tagging @asthmaticpansexual in case you’re up for the ride this is going to be :D As always, thanks for reading  ❤️

Chapter 1 

The room was completely dark when Remus Lupin suddenly woke up. He hated waking up in the middle of the night, it brought back memories he would certainly like to forget. The faint red light coming from the alarm clock on his desk casted faint shadows, which was the only reason why he could vaguely make out the shapes in his empty room. He breathed out slowly, trying to calm his nerves.

There’s no one there, everything is fine.

He repeated that a few times like a mantra before glancing at the time, that read 10.30 pm in glowing numbers. There was only one hour and a half left of his eleventh birthday.

The feeling of disappointment was mild. He had already cried about it to his mum before he had gone to bed, and his dad had prepared him for this possibility for years, so he told himself he had been stupid for waiting for that letter anyway. That morning, when he had woken up to both his parents wishing him a happy birthday, he had tried very hard not to show them how much he was looking forward to checking the mail. But the day had come and gone, and no owls had visited their old cottage. Remus didn’t know much about it, but he was sure if he had been accepted at Hogwarts, he would have received word of it already.

It wasn’t that he really wanted to go to that school. He had already resigned himself to staying at home, given his special circumstances. Anyway, he didn’t need it ‘cause he was home-schooled. His dad had done his best to teach him everything he could about magic, without giving him too many details about his own time at Hogwarts, as it would be too painful. His mum had also taught him a few of the usual muggle subjects. They had been very patient and comforting when he turned five, and they had to explain why he wouldn’t be able to go to any school, wizarding or muggle. They had promised they would do anything to make him feel like he wasn’t missing out on anything.

“My love, we know you would prefer to meet other kids your age, but I promise you we will love you enough to compensate for everything.” His mother had cradled him in her lap, stroking his hair while saying those words with a sad smile on her face. Hope and Lyall had kept that promise, doting on him without restraints.

And Remus was very happy. He told himself he didn’t need more than this, both his parents loved him deeply and gave him everything they could, even with their limited resources. Not that Remus asked for much, he knew the family’s situation and the only thing he needed was company.

So no, Remus didn’t need a stupid letter.

He turned around in bed, preparing himself to sleep again, when he heard the voices. His ears perked up, curiosity getting the better of him, and he pressed his lips trying to listen. His mum and dad’s hushed voices drifted up, but there was another one he didn’t recognize. Remus frowned. Why was there someone at their house at this hour?

Slowly, the small boy crept out of bed and tiptoed to the door, cracking it open a tiny fraction. It sounded like they were in the living room downstairs, but he still couldn’t hear exactly what they were saying. As quietly as he could, he padded bare footed down the stairs, stopping just before the entrance to the room, where a warm fire was blazing.

“How do you know about it Dumbledore?”

Remus held his breath in surprise at the tone in his Dad’s voice. There was anger in it, but also something else, something Remus had only heard from his father on the first days after That Night. Fear. Cold, crippling fear that brought back memories of blood, pain and despair. Remus shook his head to get rid of them.

“Lyall, my old friend, please do not worry.” The stranger’s voice was old, wise and soothing. “I can assure you I have no intention of giving you any trouble at all.”

“But how do you know?! We were so careful, we tried to–”

“I am aware.” The old man interrupted. “Like I said, please don’t worry. As you may know, with the way things are going, I have decided to set a few spies of my own in place. One of them was watching over Greyback.”

Remus heard his parents’ sharp intake of breath, and a small, fearful sob that wobbled out of his Mum. They were quiet for a few seconds, the air in the room seemed to shift and still, forcing Remus to fight the urge to burst in and ask what they were talking about.

“Indeed,” the stranger continued as if answering something Remus’ parents couldn’t say out loud. “He was boasting about what he did and my spy picked up on it. The secret is safe, we will do our best so that no one else finds out. But I thought it would be better to come in personally to deliver this.”

There was a sound of rustling paper and another sob from Hope, this time a surprised one. Silence fell again for a few minutes and Remus was just about to peek around the corner when his dad spoke again.

“Dumbledore…This is more than we could ever hope for…but I am not sure this is the safest path for my son.”

Remus jumped at the last word, a small gasp escaping his lips. Why were they talking about him? There was a beat of stillness in the room as he covered his mouth to remain quiet. He waited until the conversation resumed again before risking a look around the corner, barely half of his face timidly poking out. His parents were sitting together, their backs facing Remus, and in front of them was the most eccentric wizard Remus had ever seen in his short life. He was wearing dark purple robes with golden stars and moons, and a matching hat. White hair and beard went past his shoulders, merging together, almost hiding the knowing smile on his face. He directed that smile at Remus as soon as he had appeared, looking at him straight through his half-moon spectacles with a twinkle in his eyes, making the young boy jump again.

“Well, I am fairly certain Remus would like to have a say in this.”

Hope and Lyall spun around as Remus stood awkwardly at the door, fiddling with his hands and looking sheepish. His mum got up at once, coming to put her hands on his cheeks.

“Sweetheart, what are you doing down here? You should be sleeping.” She stroked his hair gently.

“I heard voices…” he said, before looking up at the old wizard. “Who is that?”

The man called Dumbledore stood up, coming over to shake his hand. “Happy birthday, Remus. I am Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts.” Remus’ eyes widened, and his heart started beating so fast it felt like a drum inside his little body. “I take it by your expression that you’ve heard of Hogwarts?”

Remus nodded cautiously. “Not much really…but it’s the school where kids learn everything about magic.”

It sounded like a question, and with his words Lyall seemed to come to life again, as he stood up as well. “Now wait a second, Dumbledore. We still haven’t decided anything, you can’t just go to my son and–”

“Lyall, please.” Hope’s voice was soft, but it made his dad stop in his tracks. “Maybe we should listen to what he has to say. We’ve always believed Remus wouldn’t be able to go to school, but if there’s even a slight chance…” Her voice cracked, eyes lined with silver. “I want him to have a normal childhood.”

Lyall looked like he wanted to argue, but he also couldn’t deny Hope something they’d both wanted so much but had deemed impossible. He nodded, defeated. Dumbledore beamed at the boy, gesturing to the seating area.

“Would you fancy a game of gobstones?”

Remus was taken aback but he nodded, dropping gingerly to the floor in front of Dumbledore’s armchair as the old man sat down again. He wasn’t an expert on people but he was weary, the old bloke was just weird. Could this all be a prank? No, his parents wouldn’t allow something so cruel. He eyed every move the man made as he waved his wand to produce a set of stones between them.

“Your mother was just telling me you are very good at studying?”

Remus shrugged, flipping his first stone. “I wouldn’t know…But I like reading. There’s not much else for me to do in the house. Oh, I also like helping Mum when she is cooking.” He looked up at Hope, who smiled affectionately at him. Dumbledore chuckled, before asking casually.

“And how would you feel about coming to study at Hogwarts?”

Remus’ heart doubled in time again. Could this be real? He hadn’t dared believe it until that moment. He thought he’d lost his last hope today about going to wizarding school and all that it implied. Meeting other boys, making friends. He could imagine himself with a wand like the one his dad used, the same one that he sometimes held between his fingers when no one was looking. He could see himself surrounded by kids, learning all sorts of tricks, turning beetles into buttons, making things hover in the air.

Remus didn’t realize how much he was smiling until his cheeks started hurting. He couldn’t believe he would actually be able to do it! All his life, he knew he was different, that he couldn’t be around other people, that...

His mind came to an abrupt halt. He couldn’t let his thoughts go further than that. He felt himself deflate, shoulders slouching and eyes going down to his lap, because surely Dumbledore didn’t know what he really was. He had read, behind his parents backs, a few of the books about dark creatures that his dad had brought home in hopes to find a cure for him. These books were not very nice when depicting him, leaving no doubts as to what wizards thought of his kind. He’d understood long ago that he wasn’t allowed to go to school not only because he was dangerous, but also because everyone would hate him.

“I can’t.” He didn’t miss how miserable his own voice sounded, “I’m not like the other kids. I’m dangerous.”

“Forgive me if I offend you, Mr Lupin, but you don’t look very dangerous to me,” said Dumbledore, smiling kindly at him.

Remus looked angrily to the side when he felt the tears prickling his eyes. He had been so good at not expecting more than what he knew he could have. He had convinced himself time and time again that this was enough, his parents’ love was enough.

It had taken all but one question for him to realize how much he wanted everything he wasn’t allowed to wish for. And it had taken all but a few seconds to destroy that hope, and now he was aching all over. There was no taking that longing back now. He wanted to learn how to make cakes out of thin air for his Mum, he wanted to learn how to defend himself. He didn't want to be helpless ever again, not after That Night. He wanted it. He really wanted to go. His voice sounded strained and desperate when he spoke next.

“You don’t understand. I’m…I’m a monster.”

“That’s not true!” Hope came in to hug him, but Remus scooted away, putting his arms around himself.

“Yes it is! I’m bad and I shouldn’t be around people! I could hurt them!”

He said this last bit looking at Dumbledore, willing him to understand, letting him know he would love to accept his offer, but it was better for everyone else if he didn’t. To his surprise, the old man was still smiling kindly at him, if not a little bit sad.

“Mr Lupin, I know perfectly well that you are a werewolf.”

Everything else froze then. Remus straightened up, surprised not only that the old man knew his secret, but also at his bluntness. Remus himself often tiptoed around the word, not to mention his own father. Dumbledore pushed further.

“But I see no reason why you shouldn’t attend Hogwarts. I am looking at you right now, and you seem like a normal boy to me. A slight setback one night a month should not be enough to keep you from your birthright.”

Remus wanted to laugh and scoff at the words “slight setback”, but weirdly enough they also comforted him. He could feel a sob ripping out of him, the tears that had gathered in his eyes spilling out.

“R-really? Ca-can I really go?”

Dumbledore’s expression softened. “Of course. I came here myself so I could discuss safety measures with your parents, and put them at ease.” He looked up at Hope and Lyall, the game of gobstones completely forgotten. Remus’ parents were standing there, unsure of how to react as Dumbledore suddenly adopted a business-like attitude. “I already have a plan of action, should you choose to accept my offer. I will make arrangements for the full moons, so that Remus can have a safe place to transform. It will be heavily protected with spells, and accessible only through a secret passage from the school grounds, guarded by a Whomping Willow. Madam Pomfrey, our school’s healer, will help young Remus to get there and heal him afterwards if needed.”

Remus dared a look at his parents. Lyall seemed at a loss for words at how fast things were going; Hope clearly didn’t understand everything Dumbledore had just said, but she was smiling brightly nonetheless. Dumbledore arched his eyebrows.

“I can assure you, I will do everything in my power to make sure Remus is safe and has a normal school life. Now Remus,” he looked down at him again, “I am sure you understand, given the prejudice around werewolves, that sadly not everyone will be as accepting, so it’s of the utmost importance to keep all of this a secret. Can you do that?” Remus hurried to nod, and the headmaster addressed his parents once more. “Does this sound like an acceptable plan to you?”

“Yes…yes!” Hope said eagerly, overwhelmed with images of her son surrounded with other kids his age, as he should be. Lyall just nodded, dumbfounded.

“So, Remus, I will ask you once again.” The wizard’s blue eyes were shining brightly when they pierced him, and Remus’ heart was beating like it was trying to run away from his own body. “Would you like to study at Hogwarts?”

Remus couldn’t help the way his face scrunched up with a new stream of tears coming down his cheeks, the sob in his throat that made him hiccough, or the way his chest seemed to expand with unbelievable joy. He almost wailed.

“Yes…Please, I want to go!” His eyesight was blurry, but he could feel his mum and dad kneeling next to him and hugging him, both crying as well. Dumbledore stood up, trying to give the family some privacy.

“Wonderful. Mr Lupin, I gave your letter to your dad. In there you will find everything you’ll need for the school year. I will see myself out.” He headed towards the entrance, stopping only for a few seconds. “I will see you again in a few months, Remus. I have no doubt you will do incredible things at Hogwarts.” He smiled down at the bundled family, and Remus tried to return one of his own through the tears.

“Thank you,” he said fervently.

The three of them stayed on the floor for a while, laughing and enjoying the moment even minutes after Dumbledore had left the house.

“Dad, can I see the letter?”

Lyall reached into his pocket and handed him the envelope that had his name written in green letters. They got up and settled together on the couch while Remus opened the flap, but before he could take out the piece of parchment, his dad put a gentle hand over his.

“Son, there’s something we should discuss first.” Remus’ heart dropped, but his dad smiled at him. “Don’t worry, I won’t say no to this.” He scoffed. “Seems to me that you will probably be more protected at Hogwarts anyway. It has always been your mom and mine’s dream to see you attend Hogwarts, you showed signs of magic from a very young age. However…”

He sighed, frowning. Then he turned so he was facing Remus completely, making sure the boy was looking at him and paying him full attention.

“Other than Dumbledore, you can’t trust anyone. Like he said, werewolves are frowned upon,” he said with a pained expression that Remus wasn’t sure how to interpret. “So whatever happens, you must not let anyone know about this, ok?” Lyall grabbed him by the shoulders, shaking him a bit in the process. “I am really, really sorry to have to say this Remus, but you are gonna have to be very careful around the kids at school. I know you want to make friends, but they will not trust you if they find out. You would be putting yourself in danger, we can’t risk that. No one can ever know. No one. Do you understand?”

Lyall looked a little maniac by the end of his speech, the hold on his son was almost painful. He didn’t let go of Remus’ shoulders until the boy nodded slowly and said, “Yes dad, I understand.”

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Fic WIP Wednesday

Today have a snippet of a vampire!Aziraphale au I’ve been working on off and on. Featuring a human Crowley being a gay disaster and very much in denial.

“Did you know the most beautiful man in London owns the ugliest shop in Soho?” Crowley didn��t expect the ficus he was glaring at to respond but he liked to imagine it swayed side to side in a ’no’. “Course you didn’t. You’re a plant. Don’t know anything. Should’ve named you John Snow.”

It didn’t, actually, have a name. Crowley was against naming the plants in his shop. The plants in his flat were another matter.

Crowley moved on from inspecting and watering the saplings to the herb starters. He had a lot more stock to keep up with during this time of year. People didn’t often buy plants in the winter months and would then scramble once spring rolled around to replace anything they couldn’t keep alive in the cold. At least with the herbs, what didn’t sell was easily taken home to be chopped and dried for cooking.

He leveled his plastic spray-bottle at the rack of them, each labeled clearly with white marker on their little black plastic pots. “What do you think, parsley? Guy with a shop in Soho has to be loaded. Or his family does, at any rate. Think I have a chance with a guy like that?” Crowley scowled fiercely the second the sentence left his mouth and gave said parsley a quick spritz. “What the bloody hell am I saying? Do I have a chance? As if I’m interested after a single conversation. That would be ridiculous. I’m not that desperate.” Not that he’d gone on dates after less.

The parsley just swayed in the gently moving air caused by the slowly rotating fans above. Crowley scowled harder at it and lifted the leaves out of the way to check for any spots. “Besides, he’s fussy.” Which Crowley thought was cute. “Old.” He had no idea how old Aziraphale actually was. “And it’s possible he’s not even gay.” Crowley prided himself on having a fairly accurate gaydar and no straight man their age had manicured fingernails.

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12, 18 and 20 please!

@aenarsnow gets FIRSTIES which means I answer with extra love, of course:)

Let’s GET IT

12.  How do you deal with self-doubts?

Well, I get ‘em a lot, just like everyone else, your standard, run-of-the-mill ‘”This is shit, why am I wasting my time on this, it’s crap, I’ve used the same adjective like 15 times now and also how many ways can I actually describe eyes I should be doing productive things instead of writing fanfic people are gonna hate it anyway, half the people that used to read my shit ghost me at this point ughhhhh this fandom suuuuuucccckkkkkkssss and so do I!!!”

Inevitably, at that point, I email whatever I’m working on to @noordinarylines, who has explicitly good taste, and who I KNOW will be honest with me if she doesn’t like something or doesn’t quite thinking something is working.

Then she reads it an emails me back and tells me I killed her in a good way and how dare I leave her hanging there, where is the rest, hurry the fuck up because it’s crazy mean to cliffhang her like that.

That usually gets my head right.  :)  There are a handful of people that I interact with that are some real, genuine, ride or die people (mostly because I am horrible at things like chatting regularly, etc - like I will genuinely completely fuck up my IRL day if I allow myself to get sucked into things like chats because I get tunnel vision and forget everything else, my full blown inattentive-type adult ADD in full effect).  But there are some real ones out here, and they know who they are, and if I think an idea is maybe worth a shot but I wanna bounce it off someone, or I want another set of eyes on something because I’ve stared at it so long I genuinely cannot tell if it’s any good, I reach out to them, and they set me straight.

Once I post something, tbh, I just let it ride, because it’s out there, and the people whose opinion I care about the most have already told me what they think, so I’m pretty satisfied with that.  If other people don’t like it they can suck my ass at that point, because I ain’t changing SHIT hahahahaha.

18.   What’s your revision or rewriting process like?

Well, here’s the thing about me.  I write it as it comes, and a lot of time I can feel when I’m writing it if it just isn’t fucking working.  I will backtrack then and there and start over.  For me, if I’m in the groove and it’s really rocking along I go with it.  There’s a flow to it, and then suddenly it’s been 5 hours and you’re like ‘IT’S GOLD, JERRY!  GOLD!”

If it’s like pulling teeth to write it I stop and come back to it later.  With a husband, three kids, ‘virtual learning’ and quarantine, my time to write is limited, so I try to make the most of it.  I run scenes for fics in my head a LOT, while I’m in the shower, or doing dishes, or folding clothes, so that by the time I get a chance to write I’ve made my mind up on exactly how it will go and I don’t have to sit there and look at a blinking cursor.

I don’t typically use a beta, not because I don’t think I need one (my frantic spotting of every damn mistake I made AFTER I post can attest to that) but more because once I’m done with something, I’m done, and I wanna post it.  I just get too excited to wait, you know, like a damn puppy who pees in excitement when someone knocks at the door.  I just wanna SHARE IT!

So, the tldr:  I do a lot of revision in my head before I sit down to write.  I don’t usually rewrite because the minute something stops flowing I scrap it :)

20.  Post a snippet of a WIP you’re working on.

Here’s a sneak peek of what @noordinarylines and I have been cooking up for the second story in the Remember the Time universe:

There was something soothing, Daenerys had found, about the line where the sea met the sky, the view afforded from her council chamber one that seemed the best suited for calming her ever-frazzled nerves.

It had been five days since she had taken her tumble on the far end of the island, five days full of the most piercing grief she’d ever experienced, which was truly remarkable.  Her losses, ‘til now, had been great and agonizing, but she could not shake the forlorn mood that had fallen over her since she’d found herself ripped away from what she was now classifying as a sweet, indulgent fantasy, borne of the trauma of her injury, nothing more.

And yet…

Tucked up the sleeve of her coat, always with her, was a rolled scrap of parchment, upon which she’d documented every single aspect of that lovely hallucination that she could remember.  She knew she ought to squirrel it away somewhere safer, hide it from view, leave it behind so she might stop dwelling on these imaginary losses, but she could not.

It had become a talisman, of sorts, something that gave her comfort, just the scrape of it against her skin when she moved her arm as she walked.

She would be mortified, of course, if it were discovered.  She was half-terrified it would slip free, and be found by another, her deepest longings read aloud.  But for now, it eased the walk from her chambers to whatever task lay ahead, and so she kept it.  “Your Grace?”

Daenerys turned from the wide, carved windows in her council chamber, to find Tyrion lingering, watching her with marked curiosity.

Quirking a brow, she did not answer, merely waited.  Her Hand came closer, his fingers trailing down the Riverlands on the painted table as he approached.  “Are you certain you are well?”

“I’m faring well, Tyrion.”  She managed a tight smile, coming to stand at the head of the table, her eyes travelling over the surface rather than meeting the scrutiny in his.  “A few lingering headaches, that’s all.”

“Hmmm.”  Tyrion took another drink, then plucked a carved piece from the table, turning it over in his hands.  When she peeked up, however, he was still staring at her.  “As you say.  Perhaps there is something else that troubles you?”

Dany smoothed her suddenly damp palms down the front of her coat, and kissed her teeth.  “I think we shall all rest easier once we receive word from Casterly Rock, that your plan has succeeded.”  It was enough to shift his focus, and there was a measure of truth in it; Missandei had been beside herself with worry over Grey Worm, and she reminded herself to ask her dear friend just what, precisely, had occurred between them.

Tyrion affected a confident air, and tucked away his wineskin, clasping his hands behind his pace and beginning to pace.  “Yes, a victory is just what we need right now.  And I have every confidence that we will prevail.”  He kept moving, rounding the table, stopping by the depiction of the Northern Kingdom and plucking the wolf from the surface.  His eyes met hers, and she froze.  “How are things with our openly-rebellious friend?  Have relations,” he paused, smirking, “thawed, perhaps, now that you have given him access to the mines?”

She wondered, at the keen tone of his voice, what it was he was truly asking beneath the rather mundane question.  In truth, she had been avoiding Jon Snow, these past few days, at least as much as she could.  The daytime hours were no issue; he was busy down in the mines, and she had seen several carts of the dragonglass he’d been so desperate for, so it seemed his search had been successful.

It was harder once the sun had departed, for they had taken to dining in the main hall, all of Dragonstone’s occupants, and though she tried desperately not to look at him, there were several times at every meal that she couldn’t quite resist.  One night, in particular, he’d been seated beside her, had asked in his low, rumbling voice if her wound pained her, had inquired with a gentleness that had broken her heart anew.

When she’d told him she was well, and not to worry, that she had survived far worse, he had frowned fiercely, as though such a notion troubled him greatly, and it had taken all her strength not to kiss him then and there.

She had resisted the urge, and made cordial, cool conversation with him as necessary, but by the time she’d returned to her chambers she had thrown herself onto her bed and wept.  She was tired of this, tired of weeping, of missing a life that hadn’t even existed, had not been hers to begin with.

Thank you for the ask, good sir!!!

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Indentured

Chapter 2 of Indecent

This is a dark!Loki and OC fic. It will contain noncon content amd possibly other senstive matters. Please mind the trigger warnings. Explicit content, 18+.

Note: The response hasn’t been tremendous to this one but I’ll post what I have and see if anyone’s actually interested in this. I did really enjoy this series but seeing as I have a lot of other WIPs, I’m still trying to determine if it’s something I should focus on.

Please let me know what you think and please reblog if you can. It helps me with writing and posting.

Summary: Sigorna says goodbye and turns herself in.

Sigorna walked beside Audun in silence. Loki had once more proclaimed his kindness in allowing her to get her house in order before leaving it behind. Her brother was surprised when his cell was opened but too afraid to ask why. He must have known that she had made a sinister sacrifice on his behalf, but she couldn’t bring herself to admit it. She had merely ushered him down the corridor behind the pair of guards while avoiding the gloating eyes of the prince.

“What happened, Sig?” He finally spoke as they turned down their street. Her hand was in her apron pocket as she gripped the jade she had hidden there. That and all her stones would be sold; unfinished and not.

“All that was mine is yours,” She took out the gem and grabbed his hand, stopping her before her front steps. “Sell it all. Whatever you can get for it.”

“Sig?” His face fell. Confusion wrinkled his brow.

“I’ve…” She swallowed and felt the chisel that remained in her apron. She could pretend to bend to the prince’s whim and jab the tool straight into his neck. Ha, that was a farce. If she even had a glimmer of succeeding, what would happen then? She would be executed, and likely Audun too as her only kin. Blood always amounted to conspiracy. “I’m going to the palace to serve the prince.”

“Serve?” The lines deepened in his forehead.

“Cleaning,” She lied. He was much too clueless to guess at anything else but she didn’t want him to know the truth. Not the whole truth. In honesty, she didn’t know herself. She might just be cleaning the prince’s chambers, bringing him his meals, and emptying his pot. Might just. If not, well, she didn’t want to face that just yet. Perhaps once he had thoroughly humiliated her, he would release her. If, if, if. Everything was so uncertain. “I’ll work off your debt.”

“Really?” He breathed out in relief, “You would do that for me?”

“Only if you promise to quit the gambling house,” She let go of the chisel and put her hands on her hips, “And find some new friends. Giermund has gotten you in enough trouble for a lifetime.” My lifetime, she thought glumly.

“I’m done with him,” He shook his head, “His stupid dice almost got me killed.”

“And they’ve got me in servitude,” She grumbled and looked up at her front door. She had worked so hard for her small house. Years and years of crafting. She had made a reputation for herself; for her work. She was the jeweler in the lower hills. All that was over.

“I can come see you,” He offered, “When you’re not working or--”

“I don’t know, Aud, I don’t think that’ll be an option,” She chewed her lip, “This isn’t a job like the one I have now. It’s a sentence. It’s punishment.”

He hung his head guiltily. He looked at the jade and shook his head. “I’m sorry I’m so stupid, Sig.”

“Too late now,” She dug her toe into the cobblestone.

She gave a small smile as she looked at her brother. In the morning, she would be gone and she didn’t know if she would ever see him again. It was like death but not really. Knowing he would still be in this world was better than knowing he was gone for good. She embraced him suddenly, squeezing him as tight as she could. Her head was pressed against his chest, she was so short it made the act awkward. He hugged her back, rocking her as they stood in place.

“You didn’t have to do it,” He said.

“I did,” She pulled away, “I couldn’t let you die. I promised mother and father.”

“And I promised I’d stay out of trouble,” He ran his fingers through his thick hair, “What at a disappointment I am. I’m almost happy they’re not here to know it.”

“You’re not, you’re just..lost,” Sigorna comforted. Even knowing she had traded away her life, she couldn’t stand to see him sad. “You’ll find your way.”

“I will,” He nodded and pushed his shoulder. “I will, Siggy, and then I’ll get you free. I swear.”

“Aud,” She touched his arm. He could be so naive. “Just don’t throw this all away.”

“I won’t,” He vowed “Ever.”

+++

Sigorna didn’t know what to pack so she didn’t take much. A rucksack with a sleeping gown and two dresses, a shift, some undergarments, stockings, and a belt. Her hairbrush and some ties, as well. She left before Audun awoke. They had said their goodbyes the night before. She couldn’t do it again. As she closed the door, she felt as if she was leaving a part of herself behind.

She walked the streets with reverence. Would she ever do so again? It wasn’t as if she was to be executed but it all felt so final. As if she was leaving Asgard itself. As she made her way through the more affluent neighbourhoods, her stomach churned. Closer and closer. This couldn’t be reality. How had her life disassembled so quickly? All on a pair of loaded dice?

When she reached the gates of the palace, she nearly turned around. Prince Loki had given her a chance at flight. She should have taken it. Her and Auden should have left the city behind and found their place somewhere else in the galaxy. But where? We’re could too fugitive peasants go? She hadn’t had enough to bail Audun out, she’d not have anything close to paying for their disappearance. The more she thought about it, the harder it was.

The guards at the palace were different than those at the gambling house. These one’s wore golden armour instead of leather jerkins and they did not lean against the wall. Their spears crossed as she approached and she stopped, looking up as a chill went through her.

“A peasant seeking entrance to the royal abode?” The first mused, “Go on, we’ve not any gold for you.”

“I’m not here for your charity,” She snapped.

“Oh?” The other raised his brows and scoffed, “I’ve seen better looking and friendlier whores in the most southern of brothels.”

“I’m not a whore,” Sigorna retorted. “I am here to see Prince Loki. I am expected.”

“Hmmp, very funny.” The one on the left chuckled, “Perhaps we should fetch the gaoler and he can have you join the rest of the loons in the dungeons.”

“I am afraid she is not crazy,” A voice slithered from behind the bars of the gate. Loki stood with his hand above the lock, grinning at you. “She is expected. Let her through.”

“My prince,” The guards said in nervous unison. The right one shoved a key into the lock as Loki removed his hand and he pulled it open, waving Sigorna forward. She passed through as the prince released the gate and he directed her up a staircase which ran along the east wall of the palace.

“You are early,” He commented, “Not that I mind. It allows us time for some important lessons.” He stopped at the top of the stairs and unlocked the door, “Now, when we are in the presence of others, be it a servant, a guard, or a noble, you must show the proper deference; my prince, your grace or majesty. Whatever is easiest, but I cannot have a peasant addressing me informally. I will not have it.”

Sigorna scowled as he recited her rules. She wanted so to stick her foot out and trip him, or turn and run. She couldn’t decide on the better option so she kept walking. “You do not question me. With or without an audience. We have an arrangement and you will adhere to it. I do not abide disobedience.”

She blinked, her tongue already tempted to make a quip. She held it and followed Loki onward. “This is your chamber,” He caught her arm before she could walk past the next door. His fingers grazed along her hip as he released her. His lips twitched as she winced. “You will not leave it without being summoned, though the door will be locked regardless. You will wash every morning and wear only the clothes provided you.”

He reached out and slipped the rucksack from her shoulder. She clung to it and he wrenched it away, tutting at her resistance. “Sigorna, this is a rather poor start.” He warned as he loosened the drawstring of her bag, “This will be burned. We can’t have lice in the palace.”

“I haven’t got lice,” She argued.

“Better safe than sorry,” He tossed the sack to the floor against the wall and unlocked the door, “In.” She stared at him a moment but listened when she saw the subtle flare building in his emerald eyes. If they were gems, she would crack them with her chisel. “You will remain here when I am disposed. If you can read, there are books. If you can’t, there is charcoal and paper for drawing. A game board in the corner, just there. A window to look out?” He shrugged, “I don’t know what peasants do in their leisure.”

“We work,” She grumbled and he smirked.

“Such a quick tongue,” He turned back to her, “Amusing but dangerous. I could tire of such impudence.”

Her nostrils flared but she suppressed her want to call him an oaf. “What are my duties?” She asked instead.

“Duties?” He seemed taken aback by the question, “Well, you are direct.”

“Cleaning? Cooking?” She asked innocently; hoping.

He grinned and shook his head. Her feigned ignorance did not fool him. They both knew what he had meant the day before. What she had agreed to. “What did you do before?” He asked curiously.

“I crafted jewelry,” She answered plainly, “Nothing so fancy as that,” She pointed to the emerald and gold chain hanging from his collar, “But we have simpler tastes in the lower hills.”

“Hmm,” He looked down at her. “Interesting.”

“Worth less silver than a coin,” She rolled her eyes, “Couldn’t afford gold. Turquoise and copper mostly.”

“Unfortunate,” He commented as he turned back to the chamber, “There is a bath just through there,” He pointed through the far door, slightly ajar, “And your closet,” He twirled and crossed to another, “And that’s it. I will come to you, my pet.”

He took one last appraising look around the room before nearing her. He touched a loose curl along her shoulder, pulling it straight and releasing it so that it bounced. “You will wash and rid yourself of these drab clothes,” He touched her sleeve, “And I will return when I finish my duties.”

She stepped back and she saw the same spark. The anger brimming just below the surface. Hidden just beneath his sleek exterior. She could tell he wasn’t used to be denied. He smiled, a malicious expression, and waved his fingers carelessly.

“No doubt you’ll be counting the seconds,” He said as he turned, “I hate to keep you waiting but the kingdom calls to its prince.” He rested his hand on the door handle and glanced over his shoulder, “I shall return. I expect my orders to be heeded.”

Loki pulled open the door and slipped into the corridor. Sigorna heard the click of the lock, the deadbolt almost deafening. This was it. 

This was a living nightmare.

[smartcookie727]

Fanfic Writer Meme

Tagged by: @xambedo​​  💕💕💕

Tagging: @whereisthefood123​, @theolddarkmachine​, @snowmadien​

Ao3 name: smartcookie727 (also on FFnet...I’m not terribly imaginative once I land on something)

Fandoms: Fairy Tail, Voltron Legendary Defender, Boku no Hero Academia, Eden’s Zero, MXTX Novels (TGCF, MDZS, SVSSS), and now Haikyuu!! as of my binge last weekend

Number of fics: About 30 distinct ones (and at least as many in my drafts I gotta have like 15k at minimum in drafts rn as I explore multi ideas) all on tumblr, AO3, and FFnet

1. Fic you spent the most time on: Probably “Precious Time” (my one and only Jerza fic so far). I’m pretty sure that one was in the oven for at least like 3-5 months. I wrote it for my twinsie Carly and wanted everything to be like absolutely on point cause she wanted some Jerza and I wanted to write them well. That or “Malibu Kisses” (the last fic I published wow almost a year ago) I swear I rewrote that like 3x before I landed on the version I kept over a period of maybe 5-6 months. It’s ridiculously detailed and literally the longest oneshot I’ve ever written at a whopping wet and wild 7k adventure of feels. 

2. Fic you spent the least time on: Probably “Tears” (my first Bixanna fic) I think I wrote that in like an hour after watching my friend play a horror game and was the one time I ever took prompts cause I was too afraid to go to sleep even after at least 2 Disney movies. It’s soft and fluffy and my dear friend Kelly wanted some Bixanna and I just ran wild with it.

3. Longest fic: Oneshot: “Malibu Kisses” at 7k, Series: “Forever Mine” at 15-20k depending on if I ever uploaded like one extra fic for it.

4. Shortest fic: “Stay”, “To All the Stars in Her Eyes” and “Desperate Words” are the only ones I have under 1k lmaoooo

5. Most hits: “Forever Mine” series at 7.5k views on FFnet. It was literally my “every day of lovefest” fic

6. Most kudos: “Hiccups” on AO3 (my one and only Nalu fic so far where I did a modern AU and somehow predicted events from the last chapter of the series) with 110 kudos or “Stamina” on FFnet (which was my loooong smexy gajevy fic) with 97 favs. It’s interesting how the numbers for different ships differ on both sites.

7. Most comment threads: “Burn” on AO3. The Sheith fandom is definitely the most vocal and persistent about writing comments or reviews about my fics on either of those websites. And that one was a crazy hot indulgent mess. 

8. Fave fic you wrote: I don’t think I have a favorite? All the ideas I love a lot right now are from multis that are still cooking. But know if the fic gets published, it means I really enjoyed it. Otherwise it would just happily sit in my drafts as a few paragraphs and a silly title!

9. Fic you want to rewrite/expand on: I still wanna go back to “Starfarers” and give my Eden’s Zero flavored Gajevy the rest of their story. There’s at least half a prequel in....you guessed it! my drafts.

10. Share a bit of your WIP or share a story idea that you’re planning:

With a grunt, he regained his footing and stumbled out the door and down the hall, straight to the nearest restroom. Locking it behind him, Shiro slid down to the ground and buried his head in the crook of his elbows. 

Fantastic crashes were starting to become something of a brand for him, and it needed to stop. That or he needed to switch his studies to film and put this universal constant to good use. Leaning his head back, he rested against the door. Probably not the smartest thing to do; he’d taken microbiology on a dare his junior year and could list a few too many species of microorganisms that were likely there. Well, it wasn’t the first less than intelligent decision he’d made that day--he’d probably fucked up whatever small chance he’d had with lane three, bolting like that--so what did he care about a few rogue micrococci. 

Carefully, Shiro counted his breathing until his pulse slowed. At least he could still do something properly. What had he been thinking? Jumping into a pool, giving a stranger CPR, headbutting him then ghosting. Shiro was pretty sure he didn’t have a single working brain cell left. That had to be it. Maybe he could get the doctors to change his meds; this had to be attributed to some sort of chemical crossfire. 

You’ve been on these meds just fine for months, idiot. You know chemicals. There’s a framed paper above your desk that says you do. Whatever decrease in brain cell functionality you have has more to do with the chemicals inspired by deep purple eyes and soft lips rather than your pills. 

Shiro groaned. They had been so soft. Softer than he’d even imagined. Shiro had wanted to kiss them until he forgot what it felt like to breathe. However, he was a whole 6’3” of strange man with a robotic arm, and breathlessness like that required both parties’ consent. Still. He’d remember the feeling of it for a long time. Heat started to climb into his cheeks again. Shiro slapped it away. Walking over to the sink, he splashed water on his face. He needed to cool down. No one needed to know how inspiring the encounter had been.