#thomas magnum fic

[eccentricallygothic]

Thinking about Thomas Magnum's huge cock… 

“Oh! Oh, Tom!” There weren't many people who called him that. Or rather, were allowed to call him that. “Oh!” But as you let out the most obscene, throaty moans while fingering his tamed curls, Thomas only growled and thrusted deeper into you, prompting you to keep going. 

You were so painfully stretched around his humongous girth that the strain it put on the rim of your poor pussy was almost too much for you to handle. You felt the ticklish feel of his mustache all over the skin of your chest where Thomas was licking, sucking, biting and marking all the spots he pleased. 

“Oh— oh! God!” A choked whine escaped you when he latched his mouth onto your hardened nipple next, his wet and hot tongue swirling around the sensitive nub before he let his teeth bite down on it. Your pussy was being forced to expand yet again. Thomas' cock was overly lubed with your juices and your greedy little hole was too eager to swallow up everything that the older man had to offer you than was good for it. 

“No God here, pretty girl. Just me” his balls tried to help themselves into your wet cunt with each animalistic thrust that he was giving you, your helpless legs that were looped around his waist bouncing with each fuck of his hips. Thomas’ cock was hard with arousal and its base was heavy with his impending load. 

“Hng!” Your features twisted from the bitter-sweet blend of pain and pleasure. 

“So—” he winced before manhandling your clawish hands above your head in one of his, using the other one to hold you down so you'd stay put and let him pound your pussy without you moving about. “Shut up and let me fuck you proper.” His blunt words were followed by a soft kiss on the lips and your eyes rolled to the back of your head from the duality. He could be fucking you into oblivion but calling you the sweetest names and giving you the most tender kisses and caresses.

Tom pressed you down into the mattress by placing a hand on your stomach and letting his hips go into bludgeon mode, the force that his huge body was coming up with being so strong that you could feel pangs of his fucking all the way in your cervix. All you could do was lay back and cry out with a parted mouth while choking his fat cock with your tiny opening.

[disappearinginq]

Fic association: Wrong Side of Heaven

Ah, Wrong Side, my beloved...

Deleted scene:

I wrote and rewrote Chapter 9 like 13 times. Possibly more. I kept trying to include every aspect of their captivity, and I wanted - so badly- to have the scene where Thomas 1) sees the bad guy and 2) realizes that Hannah sold them out. But I could not fucking write it to save my life and it irks me to this day

So, have the part I kept:

Thomas had plenty of time to think. In the dark of the Pit, where time ceased and all he had were his own thoughts and he needed something to distract him from the worry about his friends, the ache that settled deep in his bones and made it impossible to sleep, he wondered why.

Why were they here?

Not in the cosmic sense, but…why them? Why here? Why like this?

If they were so concerned about Robin, then why keep them here, alive? The longer they were prisoners, the less any intel they had would be useful. Information they demanded was out of date, utterly useless in a matter of days, if not hours. Weeks? Months? It was pointless. Unless it was just an excuse to torture him, but…why bother with a reason, other than because they could?

Jesus, it could be years before they were released. Only one POW was ever successfully recovered between WWII and now, and she was rescued after only nine days, and it was only because she was taken to a hospital and someone reported her to the Americans.

So why were they kept alive? They weren’t being bargained for. In all the times they’d beaten the hell out him - pulled nails, snapped fingers, punched and kicked and hit until he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t move - they’d never demanded he renounce the United States. They never asked after anything except Masters. Even now, months later.

What the fuck did you get us into, Rob?

Thomas’s best guess was Robin caught their traitor on camera, with undeniable proof of their existence. But if they were concerned about their identity being revealed, why not kill them? Before it could be rationalized that they wanted information, but now…now that made no sense at all. What information could they possibly think Thomas had that would be of any value? If Robin was dead, any information he had died with him. If he was alive, he would’ve given up the evidence by now, and Thomas and the guys would be dead, and the Taliban wouldn’t give two shits one way or another where Robin was.

Thomas let his head drop back against the wall of the Pit, wincing as he found another bruise. God, his MRI was going to look like a goddamn Christmas tree.

Okay, he thought to himself. If Robin doesn’t matter, why do they keep asking?

Why would he keep asking a question he already knew the answer to?

To keep them from knowing what he was really after.

He felt a surge of something disturbingly close to hope stir in his chest.

Something that started with Robin, or they would’ve never asked about him in the first place. Maybe something they thought Robin shared with him? If that was the case, it was again back to but why wouldn’t they just kill us and be done with it?

Back to the drawing board.

Information he shared with Robin.

Did they think he’d passed information along to Robin? No - had to be something a little more than just sharing with him, because again, they were more of a hassle to keep alive if they thought he was the one with the damning information.

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“Oh. Oh…” Jahingir leaned back in his chair, the corner of his mouth curling up into a genuinely amused half smile. “You haven’t put it together, have you? Given the stories I’ve heard about you, Lieutenant, and, honestly, considering the colossal pain in the ass you’ve been to my operations, you must not have all the pieces.”

Thomas blinked, struggling to make sense of what the man was spouting off about now. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Jahingir laughed outright. “You still don’t know why you’re here. Why it’s you, and nobody else.”

Thomas shook his head, not so much in denial, but because he had no idea what the guy was on. “Because we were with Masters.”

“Close,” the man said, clicking his tongue. “Very close. But not quite. You see…Masters is my primary target, that’s true. But only because he’s not here with you, and I don’t have any proof he’s dead elsewhere. No, Lieutenant, you’re here, with your friends, because you were poking about where you didn’t belong. Scratching at doors that didn’t need to be opened. You probably don’t even know how close you were to proving my existence. Well…” he shrugged, then amended. “Maybe you knew how close you were to me. You seem the type to have a sense about those things. But did you perhaps wonder…just for a moment…that I couldn’t have this empire of mine if I was alone? Who must have helped me, you think?”

Magnum didn’t dignify him with an answer. He’d suspected it many times. Too many pieces were just that – pieces. Loosely connected and hardly relevant. It was the argument he’d gone round and round with Greene about – having enough proof to justify a manhunt to rival that of the one for Bin Laden. The man seemed to enjoy the sound of his own voice – he would let him talk. Let him implicate Academi and Wert and his guns-for-hire private paramilitary group.

Jahingir’s grin broadened. “You think you know, but you don’t. Because if you truly understood how you came to be here…I doubt you would take it so gracefully.”

Thomas frowned. “Just spit it out. I’m working on my third concussion, so all trains of thought are currently being derailed, and I think I might pass out before you get to the point.”

Jahingir suddenly leaned forward, out of his seat until he was almost nose to nose with Magnum, hands slamming down on his forearms and gripping with bruising strength. “You did, Lieutenant. All of my greatest successes, I owe to you. In another time and place, you would be an honored guest at my table for all that you have done for me. This empire of mine would not be possible without you and your friends. It shames me that I must treat you so now, but I have struggled too hard and too long to let Masters and his fatal curiosity to risk it now, and you refuse to give me the information I need. This could be over, Lieutenant, as soon as you tell me where I will find that fduli journalist.”

Magnum knew he misheard. Maybe Nuzo was right about the brain damage. He struggled to form a coherent thought, a rationalization of what the man in front of him just told him.

He was too sincere to be lying.

But he had to be.

“What?”

“You have cleared my path of any obstacles, my friend. My enemies struck down by you and your team. I control everything now. All thanks to you and –”

“Hannah…” he breathed.

Jahingir smiled. “Yes. Hannah. Your lovely fiancé, if I heard correctly? Congratulations on this happy news. She’s made me promise to keep you alive, but as she hasn’t lived up to her end of the bargain, I see no reason why I should. So let me make this abundantly clear, in as few words as possible - tell me where Robin Masters is, and what he knows, and I will let you live. I might even be persuaded to let you go. Now, I’m not about to drive you up to the base gates, but I’ll give you a sporting chance - a half hour head start. I’ll even tell you which direction to head in. And if the locals don’t shoot you, or the dogs don’t tear you and your friends apart, and the vipers don’t bite you…you’ll have a fighting chance of making it home. You are a SEAL. I’ve seen what men like you can do.”

Thomas stared at him. He didn’t hear a single word the man said. The world faded around the edges, tunneling his vision until all he could see was Jahingir. The confident smirk on his face. The pristine white of his perahan tunban, the fine embroidery of his coat along the chest. Everything about him was perfect. Pristine.

And in that moment, Thomas wanted him to be as ugly on the outside as he was on the inside.

He was still tied to the chair, but only at his hands, which was stupid on their part, but good for him. Jahingir’s face was still only inches from his, and Thomas lunged forwards and savagely bit down on the cartilage and bone of the bridge of his cheek. His teeth sunk down through skin and muscle, the taste of blood filling his mouth but he refused to let go. Hands pushed and pulled against him, yanking at his hair forcefully enough he thought for sure it would give way and tear his scalp from his skull, but he didn’t let up. He sank his teeth down further, scraping bone, until suddenly the skin between his teeth gave way.

There is the possibility that this will still be included in a flashback, but this is the inciting incident as to how he wants up with the wound of unknown origin from the pilot, and why he stops talking around this time in the fic.

[dgaftilwedie]

hello bbc ghosts fans......... r u looking for some relatively good julian smut bc u, like me, can't seem to find any?? then oh boi do i have a surprise for u!!! if ur guess is julian smut u would be correct...........

[skyeward-otp]

Last fic of the year! And it's Miggy!

Hope you all enjoy it! And here's to more fics in 2024!

[nade2308]

The idea behind this story was born out of the chemistry that was sparking in the air threatening to explode, between Thomas in Nuzo in scenes. I wondered what if Nuzo lived, and what if it was an AU where he and Thomas were together, so I wrote it. Hope you like it.

TW for brief panic attack mention/description. Other than that, you should be fine.

Also: not trying to erase Nuzo's wife and kid in canon, just playing in my own universe of these characters. I love it when they click.

Yet another thing where I have to revive a character played by Domenick 😈

Thank you @thethistlegirl for holding my hand while writing this.

[xxchumanixx]

Ohhh little snippets of your next Tim contents??👀👀

Hello love, here you go:

"I've got him from Lucy."

"Oh and now you'll care for a dog?"

"Actually, I thought we could do that together."

____

"Look, I know we... had sex, but it was a mistake, okay? It won't happen again." he told you, all the while keeping a straight face.

Your heart crushed, but you wouldn't let him see it.

You couldn't.

Not when he had you moan his name so often last night, that you weren't able to think anything else other than Tim.

____

"You're my rookie, Y/N." he quietly spoke, desperately fighting the urge to press his lips to your own, sealing your fate with a searing kiss.

You were mere inches apart, a boundary you had already crossed moments ago.

"I know." you murmured, and you swore his eyes fluttered closed for a split second. "But can you really deny what you feel?"

___

I don't have a date I can give you for when I'll be posting these fics (I'm currently working on them as well as on a Thomas Magnum fic), but I'll try and make it fast.

Oh, and I'll maybe start a series (not connected though) with fics that are based on songs!

Lots of love ❤

[bullet-prooflove]

A quick round up of updates on the blog including new characters added to the ASK LIST and a list of fics that went out last week.

New Characters:

Thomas Magnum (Magnum P.I)

Shammy (Magnum P.I)

Rick Wright (Magnum P.I)

Arthur Morgan (Red Dead Redemption 2)

Dwight Manfredi (Tulsa King)

Jamie Reagan (Blue Bloods)

Joe Hill (Blue Bloods)

New Fics:

The Bear:

Dissociation - Carmy confronts David Fields.

Something Important - Carmy knows the two of you have something important together.

The Better Man - Richie confronts your ex-husband.

Two Years - Mikey gets two years with you before it all falls apart.

Blue Bloods:

The Wrong Side Of It - Jamie steps up when you end up on the wrong side of some fellow officers.

Good Girl (NSFW) - You're not always such a good girl. (Joe Hill x Reader)

Chicago Med:

Rosewater - Jimmy fights for you.

Swings - Mitch steps up when you recieve some life changing news.

Don't Hold Back - You struggle after spending the night with Mitch.

Lipstick - You make a small gesture to Connor.

FBI:

Safehouse - You and Stuart discuss moving forward now you're back in NY.

Haven:

Him - You decide that Dwight's more important than keeping secrets.

Law & Order:

Spend the Night - Ed asks you to spend the night when the two of you cross the line.

A Casual Thing - You return to Ed's apartment despite what you agreed.

Right There (NSFW) - Nick decides the two of you need to take a break.

Cravings - A chance meeting with you makes Vince realise he's compromising himself.

Magnum P.I:

Beautiful Morning - Rick wakes up to a beautiful morning Hawaii and you.

Early - Rick wakes up to a surprise.

So You Did (NSFW) - Magnum did tell you the two of you'd have fun.

Surprises - You were always the very best surprise.

With Me (NSFW) - You & Shammy spend the night together

NCIS Hawaii:

Wild Horses - Jesse tries to help you forget about your current predicament.

Red Dead Redemption 2:

Eyes On Me (NSFW) - Arthur & you finally cross the line.

SWAT:

One Night - It’s never just one night with you and Rocker.

Tulsa King:

Georgia Peach (NSFW) - You get a little territorial when one of Mitch's exes comes sniffing around.

Dior - Dwight wakes up to the scent of Dior and lipstick on his chest.

Gunpowder & Roses - Dwight's enemies make a mistake when they come after you.

Yellowstone:

Destory - Evelyn makes John a promise regarding you.

Problem Child - Kayce reflects on his history.

Marks (NSFW) - Kayce gets territorial when he sees another man's mark on your skin.

The Last Time - Lee gets to be with you one last time.

Feral - Rip gets a little protective after what happened with the Becks.

Fuck Phone - Travis gets rid of his fuck phone.

Colt 45 - Travis doesn't mess around when it comes to your saftey.

Texas - Ryan and you see each other for the first time in three months.

Truth - Walker admits he made a mistake.

Exactly Right - Jamie honours Lee.

[reikiajakoiranruohoja]

🔮What's your favorite plot twist you've ever written?

🏡What is your perfect writing envrionment?

🍎What's something you learned while researching for a fic?

🐸 If you incorporated your OTP into a Disney movie plot, which would it be?

🌷What's one of your fics that isn't as popular, but you hold dear?

🔮What's your favorite plot twist you've ever written? It was foreshadowed like WOAH, but the AS dying BECAUSE it destroyed earth is my best twist so far. 🏡What is your perfect writing envrionment?

There is none, it is all the grind. 🍎What's something you learned while researching for a fic?

How Medieval politics worked, demonology and homosexuality through the ages.

🐸 If you incorporated your OTP into a Disney movie plot, which would it be?

N and Uzi for Aristocats, with N as Duchess and Uzi as Thomas O'Malley. Or Azure, Sil,Tek and Cali in Black Cauldron. Because humour galore.

🌷What's one of your fics that isn't as popular, but you hold dear? Magnum Opus needs more fans.

[emgemwritesthings]

It is done!

Summary: After Magnum and Higgins disappear while working on a case, Rick and T.C call Katsumoto to help them find them. Things quickly get out of hand as they try to find and rescue their friends.

Tags

Thomas Sullivan Magnum IV

Juliet Higgins

Gordon Katsumoto

Orville Wilbur Richard "Rick" Wright

Theodore "T.C." Calvin

Teuila "Kumu" Tuileta

Additional Tags:

Kidnapping

Whump

Hurt/Comfort

Case Fic

Rescue

After 4 years I finally updated and finished a fanfic!

2020-09-26 That was the last time I updated this fic. I was in year 12. Now I'm a Uni graduate working full time in Reality TV. (May I find my way to Fiction PLEASE!!!). So so sorry this has taken so long to complete. In my first year at Uni someone in the IT department corrupted my laptop and I lost all my Fanfics. Last week I randomly thought about my lost fics and thought fuck it I'll have another look. Anyway FOUND IT! Here is the final chapter! So sorry it's so short. I originally had planned to continue this work for a few more chapters but upon editing, I found that this was what I felt was the natural ending. Uploading this at 3 am but we are doing good! Apologies for any mishaps in spelling, grammar or anything like that. I am extremely out of practice and genuinely don't remember the last time I wrote anything. Please feel free to comment your thoughts below! Love the feedback!

[eccentricallygothic]

Warning(s): Possessive!You, mentions of one sided fights, size kink, Magnum is intimidating, cunnilingus, dacryphilia, fingering, allusions to anilingus, unprotected p-in-v, creampie, age gap, mentioned manhandling. MDNI.

Older husband!Thomas Magnum whom you cannot believe you ended up with because what a gorgeous and wonderful man.

Older husband!Thomas Magnum who cannot convince you that his playboy days are over.

Older husband!Thomas Magnum who secretly loves how possessive and jealous you get at times. 

Older husband!Thomas Magnum who laughs out loud mid-defense when he ducks to let the vase you hurled in his direction go crashing against the wall. 

Older husband!Thomas Magnum who lets you take your frustrations out through yelling and silly wife stuff because an old friend of the opposite sex came looking for some innocent reason but you didn't like it all the same. 

Older husband!Thomas Magnum who sighs and stalks towards you when he has had enough and now you're just boring him.

Older husband!Thomas Magnum whose long legs only need a few strides until he is towering above you, the dents in his dimples that he owes to his amused smile more prominent than ever from how the lights hit his handsome face from this angle.

Older husband!Thomas Magnum who raises an eyebrow and patiently waits for you to continue but now that he is in such close proximity to you, you're a flustered little mess in the shadow of your giant of a husband. 

Older husband!Thomas Magnum who snorts when it's established that no more words will be coming out of your mouth for the time being before he scoops you up in his big strong arms.

Older husband!Thomas Magnum who carries you to your bedroom and lays you down on the king-size bed.

Older husband!Thomas Magnum who shows you just how much he loves you and only you from then on.

Older husband!Thomas Magnum who eats you out until you're crying from how his tongue laps at your throbbing and overstimulated cunt, expert fingers pumping in and out of your quivering little hole, his mustache only adding to your bitter-sweet pleasure all the while. 

Older husband!Thomas Magnum who sometimes flips you over to eat you from the back because he has more access to all of you that way.

Older husband!Thomas Magnum who fucks your worked up pussy nice, slow and deep like a true gentleman to show you just how much he cares and what you really mean to him. 

Older husband!Thomas Magnum on whose lips you can taste yourself when he kisses you. 

Older husband!Thomas Magnum who grunts as he lets you suck the marks of your passion into his tan skin while your smaller form shudders against him. 

Older husband!Thomas Magnum who fills you to the brim with his hot seed and reassures you with tender kisses that you are the only one who gets to have him like this. 

Older husband!Thomas Magnum who literally proves to you that he belongs to and with you, cock and all.

[disappearinginq]

So, I have just recently gotten into the Magnum 2018 Fandom and am wondering if you write soulmate AU's? Or prephaps like a magic AU prompts?

I don't really know what this idea falls under. But this I have this idea that Rick, T.C., Nuzo, and Magnum are all connected. Like they can read each other's minds and/ or being near each other gives them instant relief from all sorts of pain.

I don't know what else could go with it though... I also don't know if you write for that Fandom anymore. Just thought I'd ask.

I hadn't until THIS VERY SECOND.

I think the closest I got to a non-reality based AU was an idea randomly floated in response to an ask/prompt on a song about how Rick makes a deal with Death to get them out of Afghanistan to become a reaper - and if he refuses, bad things happen to his friends.

Buuuuuut....I like this idea. I especially like the idea of them choosing whether or not they can accept that connection or not, and Thomas being difficult about it, always insisting that he's fine even though they know he's not, but he doesn't want them to feel what he feels....or if they want to keep secrets from one another.

It's also not that I don't write for the fandom, I just haven't really written anything lately (or at least, nothing complete enough to post in any context, which is how Snippets was posted).

Hmmmmmm.......imagine the chaos they can cause. How effective they would be as a team. Ouch. How much it would've hurt to have Nuzo die if they had a connection like that.

This is going in the Idea Folder - because I think I can do a one shot (any suggestions?) Instead of an epic length alternate timeline, which is how I keep getting bogged down in current works.

[servicereward]

A little late getting to this, but 18, 36, and 48 for the fanfiction ask game!

18. Do you enjoy research?  Which fic of yours required the most research?

I loooove. Research! I love it love it love it. The fic of mine which required the most is an unfinished WIP I've partially posted on AO3 for the Downton Abbey fandom - Three-Fold. It's a time-loop gothic horror story where I stick my three faves (Thomas, Phyllis, and Anna) into a big old pringles can. They are sent from the year 1927 back to 1914, just before the start of WWI. I worked on it right before Covid happened, and then spent a lot of time during Covid reading memoirs and non-fiction books about medical care on the front during that era. Also a lot of things generally like, what is someone's coat likely to be made out of in this era? Downton Abbey is the most research-heavy fandom of all my writing, because 1. I am not English 2. I want it to feel right and accurate to the period and shit changed stupid fast between 1890 and today! Also whose face was on the coin they bought milk with. Did they buy milk with coins? Was milk delivered? Etc.

But Gargoyles-wise, my most research heavy fic has been my WIP for Owen / Fox / Xanatos. I spent 45 minutes researching this one specific hotel in London only to discover it opened the year after I was setting the story...so I'm going to pretend in Gargoyle's universe it opened a year earlier lmao. The strangest thing I've ever researched wrt to writing is why people are into pretending to be furniture as a sex thing, among other fetishes. I think one of the best things you can do to make your p*rn better is to try and figure out why a certain thing might get someone else off (especially if it's not your thing in particular). Also if you had an upbringing where sex was shameful it's a good way to kill the puritan that lives inside your head.

36. What fic are you proudest of?

I am proudest of, at this moment in time, my Downton Abbey Magnum Opus, lol. But when I finally publish it, I think Orders of Service will be my proudest. One reason will be because I will have gotten my erotic writing to a place I feel comfortable sharing it and the other would be because I'm planning on waiting to publish until - get this - it's all done. Then I'd do weekly / bi-weekly updates on A03. I'm even planning on keeping my vintage author's notes since I wrote some of them multiple years ago, lmao.

48. Who is your favorite character to write for?  Has this changed since you’ve started writing for that fandom?

My favorite character to write of all time is in fact OwenPuck. I've been writing for him more or less consistently and the longest of all my writing projects. My first fic I ever posted online (which is not up anymore) was about him! I typically shy away from writing from a character's POV unless I feel like I can fit inside it like a glove. Walking in their shoes, so-to-speak. So for me it feels like it takes a lot of study. :) He's just so fun to me. And as I've gotten older, gained perspective on adult life, it's been fun to "upgrade" the OwenPuck-in-my-head, so to speak. It goes like this -> I file taxes -> how would OwenPuck feel about filing taxes? -> I decide -> OwenPuck update.

[dhr-ao3]

Enigma

Enigma https://ift.tt/tDMcpAx by Daerwyn An undeniable recount of the actions that lead to the end of the Second Wizarding War, and tribute to those that were lost along the way. Hermione Granger hated that within Hogwarts walls, she couldn't be useful to the war. She hated the classes of pointless foundational information. She hated the restrictions in the library. And she hated this glass of firewhisky-laced Butterbeer that drowned out the chaos of Hog's Head. She wanted to do something in the war -- she wanted to give people like her, with no generational wealth, no home protection, a bleeding chance. She was going to learn the mistakes from the First War, fix them, and find a way to end this all once and for all without the loss of any of her friends. But if there were many things that Hermione hated, fate hated only one thing: Her. Words: 3065, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Underage Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, Seamus Finnigan, Neville Longbottom, Dean Thomas, Parvati Patil, Padma Patil, Daphne Greengrass, Theodore Nott, Pansy Parkinson, Luna Lovegood, Astoria Greengrass, Blaise Zabini Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: This is my magnum opus, no beta we die like women, Sometimes the Villains are the Friends we Made along the way, If I was a dealer in crack theories this fic is a crack den, buckle up boys its gonna be a long one, inappropriate use of the word fuck, Underage Drinking, the weeds of this story sprouted from my tears shed while writing via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/hl46dts February 21, 2024 at 03:26AM

[nade2308]

Where do I start with the description for this story?

It all started a year and a half ago after rewatching "Did you see the sunrise?" for the nth time and one day Thistle excitedly started yeeting her thoughts at me, about the gum and that Nuzo chewed from the gum too, not just TC. So this plot bunny was born and I ran with it.

It's funny to think that what started as a story to explain how Nuzo was also brainwashed, ended up being a deep exploration about how Thomas feels about the whole situation and him wanting to help Nuzo out, because he will never leave his friends and family behind.

It was originally supposed to be for the Merry Whump of May 2022 event, but it got shuffled around for other events until I was trying to figure out this year's Whumptober prompts and suddenly it was the right time.

I hope that this story makes sense in the grand scheme of things and that you are going to like it.

Title is from Daughtry's "It's not over".

Thank you @thethistlegirl for all the help.

@whumptober

[xxchumanixx]

Hello lovely,

my Thomas Magnum obsession is once more awakened thanks to your gorgeous story. I hope you don't mind me sending you a request for Magnum PI which is in my head for a loooooong time. In case you don't like it, just ignore me. The last thing I want is to pressure a writer into one of my ideas bur I thought I give it a try. And as a warning, English is not my first language, I hope you understand my idea =) because I now I can't hold my horses when requesting I send you a my request in a separate message. I didn't find rules for requesting, so I just do it as I think (I'm a sucker for hurt and comfort and whump fics 🫣). Thanks for giving me the chance to send you my idea.

Take care my lovely writer ❤️

Hello love, I never mind when someone sends me their ideas or requests, I'm honored to hear the ideas of all of you people out there!

And don't worry: English isn't my first language either (I'm German, but I'm obsessed with the English language) and I know that struggle well!

It's true, there are no rules for requests at the moment, but I might have to add a 'No spoilers, please!', because I've got some requests where I've sadly been spoilered for the rookie...

Anyways, I'm currently working on your request (It's -currently- called 'Vitamins and Bulletholes'), so stay tuned!

Lots of love❤️

[vwritesaus]

this is from ages ago, lol sorry, but ahhh thank you so much for the tag, healy!! this is so cool hehe (finally gotten around to it!!)

before i delve into my own fics, i gotta say once again how much of a huge fan i am of all your fics, and from the ones you've listed, "a therapeutic chain of events" and "dreamscapes on the wall" are my absolute favourites. they're such great fanfictions, and i've reread them so many times. you're an incredible writer, one of my all time favs, and i endeavour to read, comment on, and kudos every single fic of yours ♡♡

now... i'm only gonna list my completed fics. i've got too many WIPs/fics that have multiple chapters that i love soooo much, but are nowhere near finished lol

SO:

when i fall, don't let me drown (haikyuu!!, bokuto/akaashi, 44.1k). this is my longest published fic to date, and probably my magnum opus for this ship. highkey proud of myself for managing to write this one given it was for a big bang event and that i decided to go down a canon-divergent path. very self-indulgent, and my love letter to these two darlings

breathe (the last hours, thomas/alastair, 4.4k). funnily enough, i didn't really love the end result of this fic when i first posted it. it was more of a 'phew alright, it's done, it's okay, the idea is written out as best as it could be, whatever, i'm over it now' situation rather than 'omg, this is the best thing i've ever written'. now that a bit of time has passed, i reread it recently and now i see it as a fic to be super happy about. missing scene fics are always so great to write, and given it's post-thomas and alastair's first time? yeah, i'm proud of this one

a (too few) hundred hearts (the last hours, thomas/alastair, 20.5k). look... this was literally my first (finished) tsc fic i wrote since i got into the series back in 2009/2010, and the one that's catapulted me into writing so many. while timeless got me into writing tsc again and helped me deal with the brainrot after finishing chain of iron, a(tf)hh is another self-indulgent fic where i was like 'oh, what if alastair and kit herondale met??' that i simply had to write. i had so much fun with it, 10/10 writing experience haha

in gold, blue, and pale pink (haikyuu!!, kuroo/kenma, 5.2k). this was for a secret santa event, i think??? or some kind of exchange, idk. but it was one i had so much joy writing. it's a holiday season story + childhood friends to lovers trope. very gooey and cosy with do i? don't i? sprinkled throughout. an absolute favourite of mine

whispers in a fox's ear (haikyuu!!, sakusa/atsumu, 34.1k). definitely one of my more experimental fics, and one i'm so glad i stuck to my guns to write. it was a bit of a rollercoaster time when i wrote it (end of uni blues, existential crises, etc.) and i feel like some of that bled into the story. has some of my favourite lines/paragraphs that i now look back on and think 'wow, did i really write this?!' also my first sakuatsu fic

i'm leaving this as an open tag! so come along and join in if you like :>

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

This is amazing!

A Therapeutic Chain of Events (Thomas/Alastair, 16,763 words). Highkey one of my favourite things I have ever written. It's essentially my love letter to the ship, and I'm extremely proud of it.

The Name We Give Our Mistakes (Matthew character study, 35,442 words). Definitely my longest fic, and I had such a great time with it. Matthew is my everything and I am glad I got to do his story justice with this.

A Ribbon of Dream (Thomas/Alastair, 19,768 words). I had such a great time writing this one, and I especially loved writing Thomas and Alastair as they grew old together. It's one of my favourites by a long shot.

The Moon in Her Chariot of Pearl (Matthew & Will/Tessa, 7457 words). Had an enormously good time with this one, and the story of Will and Tessa's 30th anniversary is one I've wanted to tell for a while. Plus, I always have so much fun with Matthew Fairchild: An Expert in Romantics fics.

Dreamscapes on the Wall (Thomas/Alastair, 9073 words). Such a feel-good fic. I had a great time writing it, and reading it makes me feel all warm inside.

Tagging @themimsyborogove @luciehercndale @vwritesaus @thevagabondexpress and @faithfromanewperspective. <3