#wip: heiress of the night

[justnerdy15]

FlashFictionFriday 4.11.25

wc: 1984

prompt: @flashfictionfridayofficial rise and fall

notes: companion piece to this; attached to HOTN

warnings: light gore, description of injuries

Theo sits at her daughter’s bedside, watching the steady rise and fall of her chest, listening to the low whirl of the machines as the blood transfusion and IV drip slowly work their way into Eva’s body. Her brow is furrowed, skin a sickly pale where it isn’t a deep violent purple, and she’s silent, mostly, except for the occasional whimper.

Cassandra warned her this would take time, that she would look worse before she got better, but the sight of her poor girl squeezes a tight fist around her heart. This whole mess has created a sinking feeling in her stomach she hasn’t felt since Daniel died.

Theo doesn’t even understand how they got here. Any of them.

She reaches out with one hand, gently pushing away the damp curls clinging to Eva’s forehead, before tracing the soft curve of her face. Like any parent, even those who have grown up in the Hunt, she hates the sight of her child in pain, but there has always been the spike of terror, a consuming fear, whenever Eva ends up in one of these beds.

Eva seems so small when she’s here, like the room will swallow her whole, that it makes her look younger than the grown woman she is now. Theo knows it just her mind, the trick of fluorescent lights and a mother’s worry, but it’s hard to remember that in the moment. Eva has always been larger than life, her bright star in dark nights, that there is something instinctually wrong with her quiet stillness.

Sighing, Theo strokes her thumb softly against Eva’s cheek, stoutly refusing to glance below her jawline, as if that could make the bloody, bruised mess of her neck not exist. As if Kha — as if Eva’s former recruit hadn’t buried his teeth there. As if he hadn’t nearly killed her.

A shaky breath escapes and Theo squeezes her eyes shut. She’s fine. She’s alive.

She’ll get better.

She repeats the words over in her head, letting her hand fall to Eva’s sternum, resting just enough to feel the rise and fall. When she hears the creak of the door, she assumes it’s Gareth and keeps her eyes closed, counting each breath Eva takes.

“I’m not leaving, Gar, and I don’t feel like eating.”

There’s a moment of silence, a well-meant argument probably dying on his tongue, but instead of his warm, comforting voice, there’s a stiff throat-clearing noise.

“Mrs. Clark. My apologies for interrupting.”

Her eyes snap open, turning towards the door as she stands while her hand drops to her hip, reaching for the vial in her pocket. But when she sees who is in the doorway, she freezes.

DuPont.

He stands there with his hands loosely curled at his sides, looking at her with guarded apprehension. Portions of his face are rubbed pink and his clothes are different — a solid black shirt has replaced the white button down, turned red by —

It was stained. That’s all.

She glances down at his hands, droplets clinging to clean skin, and the memory forces its way to the surface, of those same hands cradling her daughter, the panicked look on his face as he gave her to Jia-Ahn, the way Eva held onto him, begging DuPont to help the recruit.

It doesn’t make sense.

She shouldn’t even know a vampire. Much less him.

“What do you want?” Theo asks, forcing herself to relax. She watches his gaze shift towards the bed and an uncomfortable feeling grows as a . . .look crosses his face. “Mr. DuPont,” she says again, firmly, though he does not look her way. “What do you want?”

His gaze slowly drags its way back towards her. “I wanted to check on her condition.” He clears his throat again and adds, “For Khalil.”

Theo can’t help but flinch at the addition. It should concern her, how quickly she has turned away from the recruit, the sweet young man that Eva is so fond of, and maybe in the future, it will. But, for now, she can only think of his face, bloodied and wild, as he lunged at her daughter.

A small part of her hoped that DuPont had done his duty and already disposed of him.

She does not want to be the one to tell Eva they must call a Hunt.

He’s staring at her again, lips pressed into a thin line, and Theo wants to move, to shield her daughter from his gaze, deny him the opportunity to observe her vulnerability. Before she can, however, he frowns.

“Why hasn’t anyone cleaned up her?” he asks, brow furrowing, as he takes a step into the room.

Theo bristles, the criticism hitting a bruise nearly 4 decades old, and matches his step. “Cass and Vera took care of her wounds. Now, it is just a matter of waiting on Jia-Ahn.” How dare he? Her indignation rises at the flat look he gives her, unimpressed.

“I’m talking about the blood all over her neck, Mrs. Clark.”

Her jaw clenches. “I know that, Mr. DuPont.”

“Then why —” He cuts himself off as if he finally realizes who he’s talking to. An apologetic look flits across his face, one that she raises her head at, before he breathes out deeply. She grinds her teeth together, willing her eyes to stay dry, as he gives a brief nod.

She can’t do it. She can’t look down at her sweet daughter’s neck and not picture Daniel. Not remember the jagged edges of his torn throat, the sliver of startingly white bone revealed between sections of wet flesh, blood coating his skin —

She can’t.

Theo expects him to turn tail, to utter a short apology, if he even says anything, and disappear to whatever hole he crawled out of.

“May I?” DuPont asks her instead.

She blinks, bewildered. “I’m sorry?” May he what? Leave?

DuPont swallows and he looks back to Eva, tilting his head in her direction. “Do you mind if I help her?” He glances back to Theo. “Evangeline won’t like waking up to that.”

“Eva,” she corrects him out of instinct. “She doesn’t like being called by her first name.”

“Really?” he says with another frown. “She never said.”

Theo shifts on her feet, curiosity flickering, as DuPont takes in that information. Perhaps they weren’t as familiar as she feared, if he didn’t know that. Eva was quick to correct people on her name, Imma aside. But that is not the conversation at hand.

“I don’t think,” she trails off as she looks back at her. She still can’t look, but she sees the spots dotting the line of her jaw and chin.

“I’ll tell her it was my idea,” DuPont says, causing her to look back at him. He offers a slight shrug. “I don’t think she’ll mind, but.”

She looks him up and down, conflicted. Theo doesn’t understand why he cares, why he hasn’t left, but a part of her doesn’t care. He wants to help Eva — right now, that’s enough for her.

“Okay,” Theo says, ignoring his look of surprise, “But I’m watching you, DuPont. Just — just be careful.” She takes her seat again beside the bed, laying a hand on Eva’s wrist, pressing her fingers gently into her artery, feeling the steady pulse. It soothes her enough to let him come further into the room.

“I would expect nothing less,” he says, lips twitching into a slight smile. He walks over to the sink on the other side of the room, taking a wash cloth off of the vanity’s shelf, and turns on the water.

Theo watches as he tests the water, adjusting the handles, until it’s a temperature he apparently prefers, and wets the wash cloth. He carefully wrings the cloth out and brings it to the other side of the bed.

His eyes flick up to meet hers, briefly, before he leans over and begins to gently wash Eva’s neck. Taking a steadying breath, Theo’s fingers flex around Eva’s wrist, keeping an eye on DuPont as he wipes away the tacky blood.

“You should know,” he says quietly, “that you’ll be able milk this for a while with Khalil.”

Theo stiffens and a sharp retort is on the tip of her tongue just as she realizes that he wasn’t saying that to her. He isn’t even looking at Theo.

“He’s shaken up,” DuPont continues, rotating the cloth to a clean section, moving up her neck. “Which is understandable. He’s worried sick, and feeling guilty, but I was able to get him to calm down. I don’t think he’ll want to leave until he knows you’re awake and on the mend.”

Disbelief settles in her as she watches DuPont clean Eva up with methodical attention, his voice low and soothing as he talks to her. It discomforts her. All the pieces she knows she’s missing. Theo looks at her daughter’s face, soft and calm under DuPont ministrations, and she has to know. The words force themselves out before she can hold her tongue.

“How do you know my daughter, Mr. DuPont?”

His hand stills, hovering over Eva’s skin, before he looks up at her. “We met at the Ball.”

“We didn’t introduce her to you.” The Ball was months ago and she can’t bring herself to believe that Eva has been keeping a secret for that long. Not from them.

His jaw ticks. “No, you did not.” He huffs out a breath and returns to his task. “Don’t worry; she didn’t tell me who she was.”

“Then how did you find out?”

“I ran into her one night when she was Hunting. We were after the same fledgling.”

“And when was that?”

“Jesus,” he bites out, stopping again to look at her. “Just ask what you want to ask.” His eyes are narrowed, frustration bleeding through, and he steps away from the bed to head back to the sink. His back is a tense line as he wets the cloth again. “If you were wanting an interrogation, you should have had your mother here.”

Theo’s mouth thins and she wants to scowl at him. Eva is her daughter and she’ll ask as many questions as she damn well pleases. She doesn’t need Imma here to do it for her.

“Fine,” she says flatly, “How long has she been lying for you?”

DuPont turns around, incredulous, as he demands, “Excuse me?”

“My daughter is a lot of things, Mr. DuPont. But a liar has never been one of them. Until now,” she motions to the room. “She’s been lying and speaking half-truths and sneaking around. And all of that has led to this.”

DuPont scowls at her as he approaches the bed. “I don’t appreciate the accusation, Mrs. Clark,” he says with a glare even as he returns to his original task.

“Then tell me how long this has been going on.”

“If she hasn’t said anything, then I’m sure she has her reasons.”

“Bullshit. Dammit DuPont, just tell me —”

“No,” he says, tone final. He straightens from where he’s leaned over, folding the cloth into a square, and looks her straight in the eyes. “She’s Jocasta’s heir, right? As such, maybe you should have a little faith in her and trust that she will tell you when she’s ready. Maybe you should spend some time thinking about why she’s been reluctant to tell you.”

[justnerdy15]

losing memories on purpose for life.

ok the last post was infodump friendly. this one is NOT.

i expect you to explain your/something about your magic system as badly as possible. i want to be confused. i want to lack context.

i'll start:

big wyrm gives off radiation that is also magic. ohhh no gas.

[jungkoode]

5 SECONDS TO FREEDOM

-˚ a story about neon-lit races & masks that slip at 200kph ˚-

"They say in street racing, everything is decided in the first five seconds. But with him? The race was lost the moment he looked at you across the starting line—and smiled like he already knew how this would end."

ೃ༄ quick links ༄ೃ

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ೃ༄ synopsis ༄ೃ

You've spent years building the perfect reputation on Tokyo's underground racing circuit. By day: the dutiful heiress to Hayashi Motors. By night: "Hachiroku," the untouchable street queen who's never lost a race worth mentioning.

Until him.

The Latino street racer who everyone only knows as "Jaque." Midnight purple Skyline R34. Spanish curses and a smile that spells trouble.

Racing for pink slips during midnight runs, trading insults that feel too much like foreplay, and falling into a physical arrangement was never in your plans.

And honestly? Between your fiancé waiting at home, your family's expectations, and this man who speaks filthy promises in Spanish against your skin—someone's bound to crash and burn.

Too bad the adrenaline feels too good to stop.

✧ details ✧

main ship: jimin x f!reader side ships: takeshi x soojin, taeyang x maya genre: rivals to lovers, double life drama, slow burn, street racing, fuck buddies rating: explicit (18+ only) words: - chapters: -

status: upcoming

ೃ༄ chapter guide ༄ೃ

volume one: midnight runs & dangerous curves

➵ #01 | ➵ #02 | ➵ #03 | ➵ #04 | ➵ #05 | ➵ #06 | ➵ #07 | ➵ #08 | ➵ #09 | ➵ #10 | ➵ #11 | ➵ #12 | ➵ #13 | ➵ #14 | ➵ #15 |

fragments & memories

BEFORE THE RACE

➵ first collision: her POV ➵ first collision: his POV [WIP] ➵ garage confessions ➵ skyline whispers

DOUBLE LIVES

➵ hayashi family dinner ➵ midnight calls home ➵ engagement party ➵ the wrench ring

AFTER HOURS

➵ mountaintop surrender ➵ spanish lessons ➵ borrowed jacket ➵ engine grease kisses ➵ what happens in neutral ground ➵ mechanical failures

Key:

Regular titles: safe to read if up-to-date with main story.

[WIP]: fragments currently being written

Strikethrough: future content & concept ideas

Read order: chronological by volume, fragments can be read anytime

✧ content includes ✧

♡ explicit sexual content ♡ street racing & illegal activities ♡ complicated double lives ♡ multilingual dirty talk (Spanish/Japanese/English) ♡ infidelity/cheating (arranged relationship) ♡ class differences & cultural tensions ♡ xenophobia & racism ♡ family trauma & expectations ♡ rivals-to-lovers

ೃ༄ extras ༄ೃ

✧ playlists:

five seconds to freedom - the soundtrack

songs jimin plays while working on his skyline 🔧

✧ pinterest: aesthetic board

✧ moodboards: characters | racing scenes

✧ car specs: detailed modifications

jimin's skyline r34

y/n's toyota ae86

✧ tidbits/headcanons: here

✧ lyrics that remind me of 5STF: share your own with #5STFlyrics

✧ disclaimer ✧

this is purely a work of fiction. characters, cars, and racing scenes are fictional and not meant to encourage illegal activities. all intimate scenes feature consenting adults in fictional scenarios.

© jungkoode 2025 no reposts, translations, or adaptations

[house-of-hamartia]

WEDNESDAY WIP

(this is an old wip that I wrote in 2021. It takes place in a Modern AU with Dorothea as the heiress to the Starrick Criminal Empire and Shay as her bodyguard (and secretly the killer hired by a rival family to kill her). It was purely self-indulgent smutty smut on my part. lolol)

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(….)

"Sorry to be the harbinger of bad news, Poppet, but this is the last room available,"

Dorothea looked up from her phone, as her eyes grew wider with each passing second. That couldn’t be possible. She must have misheard. She couldn’t have lost her luggage AND not have a room all in the same day.

“Beg your pardon?" she cleared her voice, hoping to have just heard wrong.

She searched for Shay’s dark eyes, hoping to find a different answer in them. But the look on the man’s angular face just confirmed that she had indeed heard right the first time.

"I said that I went to talk with the night receptionist - disagreeable lad, let me tell you- and he said that this-" and he waved his hand toward the door "It's the only room they have,"

Dorothea didn't answer right away, turning to look at the door as if it had the power to actually turn to life and bite her head off. She wrinkled her nose, feeling her palm sweating.

She had to fight the impulse to dry them against the white dress she was wearing. It was couture, for crying out loud.

"Tell me-“ she babbled, swallowing hard. “-tell me at least it's a double bed-" He shook his head, a sheepish smile on his face. Her face grew purple upon hearing that. Bloody hell. She knew it would end up like this. SHE KNEW IT. Leave it to her luck to give her exactly what she wanted - time alone with Shay - in the most embarrassing way. Clearing her voice, she tried to ignore the prickling warmth of her cheeks. "Very well, then. I will leave this room to you and find a place in another hotel-" "I already asked about it for myself, Poppet, and they are fully booked everywhere nearby. You know, with the Eurovision going on and all," Shay tilted his head as he crossed his arms against his chest. “B´sides, where you go I go. Your father wouldn’t be happy to be informed that I wasn’t doing the job he hired me for,”

Dorothea sighed, try with all her might to ignore her burning cheeks.

He had a point.

She looked once more her telephone, her eyes falling on the three smiling faces that were looking back at her.

She felt a surge of irritation run to her head.

She should have never accepted Charles and Phillip’s offer to make the reservation to the hotel for her, and knowing the penchant her cousins had to be nosy little buggers - especially when her sentimental life was concerned- they probably did it on purpose.

They knew that she had the biggest crush on Shay.

They KNEW IT.

So leave it to them to do precisely the opposite of what she asked, and not push her to reveal what she felt for Shay.

No, worse than that.

Leave it to them to put her in a situation where she would be closer than she had ever been to him.

Feeling Shay’s dark eyes on herself, she turned to look at him, as a strangled giggle left her throat.

What in the world was that sound she had just made? She thought, cursing herself with all her might.

“Just-just a moment. I need to send a message to my father to let him know we arrived,” she mumbled, before turning to tap furiously away on her mobile phone.

‘The moment I am back home, I am going to kill you both! That’s a PROMISE.’

And she would be sure to go through with that promise.

When she realized that Shay was still looking at her, she tried to relax her features, clearing her voice to regain her composure.

"Very well, then," she said, avoiding his eyes. " Shall we?"

With a small bow and a small smirk on his face, Shay opened his arm wide, letting her lead the way.

"After you, Princess."

Feeling her face growing even hotter, she used the magnetic card and pulled the handle. When she entered, her eyes were immediately drawn toward the bed.

It was a tad bigger than what she had imagined, but still too small than what she had liked.

Her heart started to beat in her chest now that the realization that he was going to be in the same bed with her.

She pursed her lips, looking at Shay from the corner of her eyes.

“Oh Dear God,” she thought again, as she glanced at his strong arms, the way his black shirt wrapped his chest and half tucked away in his jeans, her eyes pausing for one moment on his crotch, hidden under dark jeans, before forcing herself to look at the ceiling.

Dorothea knew she would never survive the night.

Not with him that close to her.

"I-I think I will go have a shower," she muttered under her breath, and before he could say anything, she had already disappeared into the bathroom, locking the door behind her.

With her back against the door, trying to take deep breaths, she took the phone out of her pocket, and quickly dialed Phillip's number.

He picked up at the second ring.

"Dor-"

"Phillip, I swear on your mother’s grave that the moment I am back to London I am going to strangle you with my own hands! What were you thinking?"

He heard him chuckle on the other side.

"Did you like my surprise?"

"Liked it? LIKED IT?” she hissed through her teeth, moving away from the door hoping that Shay did not hear her. “You know damn well what I feel for him! What the hell am I suppose to do with him now? In a room with just one bed?"

She heard him chuckle on the other side of the phone, and the irritation in her chest grew tenfold.

"You are the creative one in the family, cousin. And you got him for yourself all night. Better yet, for all the weekend. This is your occasion to finally get out of this limbo you put yourself into.”

(……)

While Dorothea was busy taking her shower, Shay had ordered room service. He knew Dorothea was vegetarian - at least he thought she was, if all the time he had accompanied her to various social events were any indication - so he had settled down ordering a pizza for both of them.

As he waited, he sat on the small bed, and looked at it. Damn it all, it was small.

He wasn't as big as Connor, but even then, there was barely enough space for both him and Dorothea.

His mouth was dry, as he tried to figure out how they would manage to get to sleep.

What if he snored and woke her up?

What if he drooled?

What if..

He tried not to imagine her body against his own, tried not to think at the obvious effect she would have on him while being in his arms.

He rubbed his eyes, because, what a fucking luck.

"Shay?" He heard her call him from the bathroom.

He jumped a little, absorbed as he was in his thoughts.

"Yes, Poppet?"

"Is my luggage here? Did they find it by any chance?”

"Unfortunately no, Poppet. Didn’t hear anything from the airport nor the reception, so I’m afraid your luggage is still lost,"

He heard her sighing from behind the door, and felt his stomach grip as he tried not to think about her completely naked, trying with all his might to stop his mind to run *precisely* to where it would always go each night before he fell asleep. He kneeled beside his own old, worn-out backpack, and took out an old t-shirt - a memento from a Led Zeppelin concert he went to with Edward and Ezio once- and a pair of men’s trunks.

He knocked at the door of the bathroom, and it opened just a smidgen, Dorothea's face peeking through the crack.

He swallowed hard when he saw her, the steam still rising from her wet skin, droplets of water still on her shoulder, her silver-blond hair plastered against her cheek-still tinted of bright red.

"H-here, you can use this for the night," he said, trying to sound normal. "I figured you might want something to-to wear underneath."

She unraveled the clothes and when he saw his undergarments, she blushed from her cheeks to her neck, eyes growing wide. She stood quiet, looking at the garments as if they had the power of bite her.

"I-Thank you, Shay. I will - I will dress now." she said, keeping the clothes to her chest and closing the door behind her.

Shay huffed at himself.

'Great, Shay, now she'll think you are a weirdo that gives underwear around,' he thought, rolling his eyes. It took all his strength not to facepalm himself. (...........)

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"Goodnight," she murmured, giving him her back, as she faced the wall, leaning her burning forehead agains the cool wall, hoping to calm down, if only for a little bit. Shay gave her his back as well, despite wanting to do the exact contrary, and but tried to make himself as small as possible, to give her enough space to turn, if she wanted to. They were both lying straight as fuses, as uncomfortable as they could be, not daring to move one inch, afraid as they were to touch more of the other. Shay tried to ignore his gallopping heart in his chest and tried to close his eyes and drift into sleep, but all he could think about was the floral perfume of shampoo that came from her hair. He clenched his fist, as he tried not to think about his fingers running through those locks. They stood like that for what seemed an eternity, neither of them truly able to fall asleep, both of them thinking about the other. "What a situation, eh?" Dorothea heard him say as he chuckled under his breath. "Like one in those cheesy movies Lucia always denies to watch," she answered back with a smile. They both looked over their shoulders at the same time, dark eyes reflecting into a steel blue one, and both let out a loud laugh. She turned on her other side, now facing his broad back. Dorothea bit her lip, her hand moving toward his back without her even realizing what she was doing.

She lightly brushed her fingertips against the shirt, forcing herself not to fully caress him, despite how much she wanted it to. She brought her hand back to her chest when she saw him turning on his side as well, now facing her, his eyes looking straight into hers, the beams of the sun finally setting reflecting into them despite being already almost midnight. She could still clearly see the scar that ran through his eyes. "Looks like we're in for a long, sleepless night," he murmured, bringing one arm under his head. "Looks like it," she whispered back, her breath hitching in her throat when she saw him scooting closer. She had never been so close to him, so close that she could feel him breathing against her skin. "My shirt looks good on you," he chuckled, snuggling his face against his arm, a soft lock of dark hair falling on his eye. Dorothea felt her breath catch in her throat. "I-" she mumbled. She was always ready with a witty comeback, a way to get herself out of small moments of embarassment. But now, with him so close to her she could see all his expression lines, his cologne filling her nostril, she couldn't thinkg of anything, her mind only filled with thoughts of him. "Thank you." She blushed, averting her eyes. "And thank you for letting me use it. I will make sure to have the laundry service wash it tomorrow and give it back to you." He shook his head with a low chuckle. "Keep it, Poppet. It looks better on you," He only managed to let out a small chuckle. He couldn’t tell her how seeing her with only his shirt on affected him. Knowing that the course fabric that usually covered him was now against her bare skin. He had to fight the impulse to lower his eyes and take in all of her once more. Instead, His hand found its way to her cheek, as he gently brushed his knuckles against the soft skin. Oh God, she thought at his touch. She felt her skin warm up, cursing that he would feel it. "Thank you," she lowered her eyes one moment before looking back at him. He was still smiling at her. "What is it?" She asked.

"I know it's an inconvenience, having to share the bed with an oaf like me," he said."But if I have to be honest with you, Poppet, I'm actually happy it happened," "You are not an oaf, Shay," she blushed, before taking courage and scooting a little closer to him. “And if you want to know the truth…I am happy as well,” Shay's eyes lit up, his mouth agape. “Really?” She smiled. "Really," She scooted even closer, the skin on her face prickling. It was now or never. Leaning over to him, she brushed her lips against his, lingering for a moment to take in how warm they were - how soft. She felt the lingering taste of tobacco from the last cigarette he had smoked before coming back to the room, but despite usually hating smoke, she found herself not minding about it at all. It was something that made him him. When she broke the kiss, his breath against her own lips, her face was aflame and her stomach in a twist. Shay stared at her, eyes blinking as his mind spinned, trying to calm himself, his breath hitching in the back of his throat. But nothing could stop the blazing sensation that had started to pool in his loins. Not the kisses. He had imagined far too many times how it would feel kissing her, feeling Dorothea pressing herself against him, wrapping his arms around her body.

It always started with a kiss. He knew how it would end, if they were to start kissing. And he wanted it, so much it hurt. He breathed through his nostrils, trying to calm the need he had for her with all his might, head spinning as the blood fled from his brain. When Dorothea saw that he didn’t answer at all, she fought the impulse to hide her face against the pillow.

What if she had read all the signals wrong? What if she had seen something that just wasn't there? “I-I am sorry, Shay, I am so so sorry. I shouldn’t have.” she only whispered, as she started to turn to face the wall once more. Shay’s large hand found its way to the nape of her neck, making her look at him. The glint in his eyes was unquestionable, veiled as they were by unspoken lust. “Yes, you should have,” he murmured in a low husky voice that made Dottie shiver with pleasure. He pulled her against him and found her mouth with his, while his other hand found a way to the small of her back, pushing her even tighter against him. Dorothea let out a small moan that drowned in his throat, feeling that familiar clenching that enveloped her loins whenever she thought of him, when she was alone. She threw her arms around his shoulders, as he let his hands roam underneath the shirt she was wearing, feeling her soft skin underneath his palms. They were truly in for a long, sleepless night.

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I hope you will like this! I remember writing this while still trying to get the hang on how to write Shay, and I had so much fun because OMG this AU is probably one of my most favourite (aside from my own Camelot one, that is another one that has a HUGE part in my heart <3<3).

Also, keep in mind that Dorothea's characterization was still in the process of being developed, so she is a little less girlboss here than I actually like to imagine her to be with Shay usually.

But I still like how I portrayed them together.

I truly hope you will like this, I wouldn't mind starting to write again for them, in between artworks lolol

--Nemo

[justnerdy15]

Arthur and Lance from Heiress of the Night. Paternal grandfather and cousin to Evangeline. Primary antagonists. They are the Worst.

Moodboard prompt! 

Let’s make a moodboard inspired by the least favorite character that you’ve got in your wip! This could be the one that you need to do the most work on, this could be the one that’s the most boring to write… It could be anything!

[incognitajones]

oooh, #5 for the WIP game please!

It started with a 3-sentence prompt @mosylufanfic dropped, which @jojobaaaa adapted into this amazing comic page, and that was all it took for the concept to eat my brain! I wrote a short PWP piece to try and exorcise the idea but it still won't leave me alone and is mutating into what could be the first mystery I ever attempt to write.

Since he started trying to make a living as a private detective, Cassian Andor had seen a lot of strange people walk into his office. An heiress he recognized from the papers was a first, though.

Jyn Erso figured in the society pages, not the crime blotter he skimmed every morning, but her photograph had caught his eye a few times: the camera loved her slim figure and dark, doe eyes, and her rich girl antics were catnip for bored reporters. Hadn’t she won some kind of stupid bet by diving into the ocean in a ball gown? Been convicted of reckless driving once or twice, too. 

It was certainly reckless of her to knock on his office door and come straight in without waiting for his acknowledgment. Lucky for her he hadn’t slept here last night, or she'd have got an eyeful of him in his boxers. 

Her voice matched her image: cool, crisp, with a snobby accent like a movie actress. “Mr. Andor, I presume?”

[hippolotamus]

Rewatching Bridgerton Season 2 and it’s got me thinking about your Buddie Bridgerton AU ❤️

Well, hello there, Daffi! With Season 3 impending it has definitely been on my mind a lot, too. Especially now that we've gotten some delicious previews of married Kanthony. Just for you, a little spruced up snippet that takes place during the 2nd ball (master tag list here)💖

“Is there anyone here you haven’t offended yet?” Chimney quips as they enter the main room for the night’s festivities.  “I suppose it’s possible,” Eddie muses. “But the night’s still young.” Chimney huffs out an amused laugh. “And your mother wonders why you haven’t remarried yet.” Eddie shoots him an irritated glare, but there’s no real heat behind it. “Speaking of Helena, she assures me there’s someone. Seeing as you’re more knowledgeable about the Ton’s goings on and gossip, who should I invest my time in?” His friend surveys the room, occasionally pausing to tilt his head as if contemplating whether someone is worth mentioning. “Well, there’s Miss Flores. Pretty, well educated, loves children.” “I feel like I’ve heard that one before. Does she have any personality? Accomplishments other than being trained to marry?”  “Well, she is a private tutor. If that helps.” “Hmm,” Eddie hums, “maybe. Anyone else?” “There’s always Miss Kelly.” “As in Taylor Kelly, printing heiress?” “The one and only.” Eddie sucks in a deep breath and stiffens his spine. He’s only heard rumors about anyone unfortunate enough to become entangled with the family, but none of them are encouraging. “Let’s put that option on hold.” “If you want, I could talk to Hen and Karen. This is their soirée, after all. They might know about someone here I don’t. Maybe someone from out of town?” “It certainly can't hurt," Eddie agrees. "By all means, lead the way.”

also tagging some other moots that have shown interest in this WIP @eddiebabygirldiaz @jesuisici33 @tizniz @diazsdimples @bi-buckrights

@shipperqueen6 @monsterrae1 @statueinthestone @spotsandsocks (if i missed you i'm so sorry, no i didn't)

[ohanny]

wip tag game

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

@le-trash-prince tagged me and even though i don't exactly have wips, here are some half-cooked aus for the canon-ish pit babe ships:

babe x charlie: where babe is spiderman, charlie is an investigative journalist for the daily bugle trying to get to the bottom of this recent wave of vigilante justice and uncle alan does not get shot, thank you very much.

alan x jeff: alan’s rich parents, embarrassed by their spinster son playing with cars, agree to leave him alone as long as he produces an heir with an omega of their choosing. alan reluctantly agrees and is very shocked when, instead of doing a turkey baster deal with some heiress, his parents showed up with an omega they “rented” from their old pal tony.

north x sonic: where north (the university soccer star) and sonic (the emo theatre kid) accidentally woo each other while both trying very hard to woo kim, the recent transfer student from korea.

pete x way: a john wick au where, after failing his mission to get babe for tony, way has become a persona non grata to both his father and those he considered a family and, with multiple hits on his head, has retreated to the continental that is ran by pete who takes interest of the wet cat with no check out date and a bar tab larger than some bounties.

kenta x kim: on a dark and stormy night kenta is driving home with tony and in the midst of berating his son, tony loses control and they get into an accident. tony dies and kenta is left with a shattered leg and no will to live. after scaring off three physiotherapists, the hospital assigns him kim. (their love does have long beans.)

winner x dean: winner and dean are teachers, competing with each other through their classes. except they teach a bunch of 7 year olds and their grading system is smiley faces so they go to war over whose kids make hand turkeys that look the least like a bouquet of penises.

a giant polycule: a lot of the credit for this goes to the discord server where one night we went unhinged over the idea of pete as an emperor who has a harem of heirs from foreign nations and an army of kids, some of which were even fathered by him. after all he is just a man and his harem has very busy social lives.

[aserene]

Aserene's Master Fic List

Last updated 9 February 2025; the newest works are in red. Anything posted on AO3 or FF can be found in this list, fragments and WIPs will be listed at the bottom of each section. My AO3 works are largely locked to registered users only due to AI scraping. If you need an account, please feel free to hit me up for an invite code while I have them to spare.

Fate: the Winx Saga

Why "Did it break your skin" or "Hello Bloom" has such an impact is a question I can't answer. Sorry, Not Sorry.

Regin of Dragon Series

The Smoking Incident (Silrah, pre-canon, Keggar Explanation) 

Are you my fairy Godmother? (Silrah, Ficlets, Bloom & Farah Prequel to main story) 

The Heir of Dragons (WIP, Silrah, HOTD cross over, Farah meets Rhaenys, Bloom & Farah found family) 

Sparrow, Spider this is how it had to be

Sparrow, Sparrow on the hill (Silrah, Farah-centric time travel fix it) 

Spider, spider in the tree - Tell me how it ends (Silrah, Saul-Centric time travel fix it) 

Echantix and More 

Snow (Silrah, Bloom & Farah bonding) 

Across the Sea, Soar Above (Silrah, Mako Mermaids cross over) 

Faith, Trust, and Pixie Dust (Silrah, Winx power swap) 

Downpour (Silrah, Power Reveal, Bloom & Farah Bonding) 

Lighting (Silrah, Skloom, Protective Farah & Saul) 

Farah and the Caturday 

Tell Tail Heart (Silrah, transformation accidents) 

Let me tell you a tail (Silrah, Bloom & Farah, transformation accidents, Bloom’s in trouble) 

Other Works 

snow and sweatshirts (silrah sharing clothes, Year of the OTP 2025)

State of Mind (Farah has trouble with her powers)

Down an unknown road to embrace my fate (Meet the family, Silrah, lost child, Selkie)

Made You Look (Silrah, fluffy)

All the Stars in Your Hair (Silrah hair braiding, slight Star Wars cross)

A Solo Guardian (Silrah, Farah & Bloom bonding, Direwolf)

A road so rough, this I know (Road trips, Silrah, Episode tag)

Prompt Fills:

HEX Gifts 

tis the damn season (meet the family/kind of, snowball fights)

And the sky is a hazy shade of winter  (Winter whump, snowball fights)

soft snow falling in a winter serenade (winter party disaster)

Reverse Big Bang 

Ferns are what it must mean to love without yearning (Farah the Fern) 

WIPS:

The Geas of It (Silrah, Skloom, accidents, Like father–like son)

The Best Days (AU Fix it, Rosalind picked the wrong parents, Silrah & Bloom)

Exile (High Court Fae take an interest in Bloom)

The Heiress (Winx reflections on how they got their magic)

Farah the Cat (WIP for Farah and the Caturday) 

Pawlp Fiction (WIP for Farah and the Caturday)

Car Crash (Silrah, baby bloom)

Saul asks Luna for a favor (silrah, Luna, protective Saul)

NCIS 

Let me save you the trouble. They’re all jibbs. 

Long Live the Queen. 

I had a thought, dear, however scary about that night (Year of OTP 2025, Hozier - Like Real People Do)

A kiss in the park (Year of OTP 2025 first kiss)

Ex Files Take Two (episode re write)

A Christmas Fairy-Tale (Episode tag, team as family)

I’ve Read all the books beside your bed (domestic fluff, secret relationship)

Bella Noche (vampires)  

One in a Billion (Halloween) 

I talked to your dad, It’s a love story, just say “yes” (meet the family, Judgement Day fix it) 

Coffeeshop Chatter (Batman won’t like this prompt, Jenny overhears the wrong thing) 

In absentia lucis, Tenebrae vincunt, Coram amore lux valet (accidental love confessions)

The Director’s Fool (April fool’s prank) 

The Cure for Hangovers and Other Aliments (Gibbs to the rescue) 

Noli timere malum, sed time heroa (Jibbslet, Kidnapping, Angst with happy ending) 

Truth in the Lies (fake marriage) 

Ask Her (tag to Knockout) 

Say Goodbye 007 (Mentions of JAG, fluff)

The Twelve Days of Christmas (Christmas fluff)

Twist of the Mind (WIP, Secret Relationship, memory alteration) 

Off the Clock (Girl talk) 

He Knocked (Episode tag) 

Haunting (Halloween Fluff)

Muscle Spasm (Gibbs whump, Jenny gives TLC)

Paris Rose (fluff & crack, lipstick) 

Only With You (undercover as married)

The Missing High Heels (Slight sequel to Only with you)

Jen, Jenny, and the Director (fuff & angst, crack treated seriously) 

The Manual (Gibbs’ Rules, Fluff, Team Dynamics) 

History Lessons (Fluffy collection of ficlets) 

Carols in the Night Series

Carols in the Night (Holiday Found Family)

February Ills (Fluffbruary Sequel to Carols in the Night)

The Easter Bunny (Easter theme)

Mother's First (Mother's day)

He didn't have to (Father's day)

Judgement Day Rewritten Series

Second Chances (Gibbs wakes up in a world where Jenny isn’t dead, yet)

From Now On (Jenny gets a second chance and learns what honesty can change) 

The Reality of Acceptance  (Gibbs follows Jenny to LA)

Expressing the Inexpressible Series 

That’s not her style (Tabloids report on Jenny) 

Goodbye Earl (Gibbs finds an interesting person in the middle of an investigation) 

Home (letters, fluff and angst)

Our Song (tooth-rotting fluff) 

Do you Remember? (orchids, hidden relationship) 

24 (WIP) 

It’s beginning to get to me (WIP) 

Anything you can do (WIP)

A little fall of rain (WIP)

Something in Red (WIP)

So Close (WIP)

Ever, Ever, After (WIP)

She’s in Love (WIP)

That’s How You Know (WIP)

One Step Closer (WIP)

WIP 

Watering Your Plants (Post Hiatus) 

The Deal (deal to have a baby) 

Now I lay me down to sleep (secret relationship, abduction) 

Xena: Warrior Princess 

So you’re saying there is a chance… Xena/Ares 

As Long as You’re Mine (post Looking Death in the Eyes) 

WIP 

Reckoning the Thoughts (takes place during “The Reckoning) 

The Pendant (Aphrodite fixes Looking Death in the Eye) 

Wrapped Around Your Finger (Post Xena coming back from Callisto) 

Black Roses Red (Hercules bashing) 

An Affair to Remember (Looking Death in the Eyes Fix It) 

House of the Dragon

WIP

Rhaenys Intervenes (Time Travel Fix-it)

Daemon and Rhaenys work together to save the House of the Dragon (Time Travel Fix-it)

Go All the Way Back (Rhaenyra and Rhaenys Time Travel)

Rhaenys Overhears (Rhaenys will make sure she is the only one with the title of the Queen Who Never Was) 

Cross Overs 

Call my name and save me from the dark (Fate, Wednesday, NCIS, I have issues okay?)

 Wishes come True, Not Free (Fate/Labyrinth) 

A Demon and A Fairy Sat Drinking (Fate/Chilling Adventures of Sabrina)

Grave Digger Redux (Bones/NCIS)

My Perfect Romance (NCIS/My Perfect Romance) 

Captain Bennett’s Christmas Catch (Christmas Catch/NCIS)

The Man with the Blue Eyes (NCIS/ CSI Miami) 

[the-trinket-witch]

Hihi! 3 for the writer asks? Thank you!!

(Fic Writer Asks)

3. How do you feel about a current WIP?

Writing something for @thecosmicjackalope's birthday and I legit have no idea why it's been difficult to get from the start to the actual FUN parts

I will get it to you by your birthday, goddammit!

TAGLIST:

@ceruleancattail @squidwen @thecosmicjackalope @vaporvipermedia@writing-heiress

@oya-oya-okay @k-looking-glass-house @thehollowwriter @rainesol @cyn-write

@heartscrypt @honey-milk-depresso @br3adtoasty @jackiecronefield @ruggiethethuggie

@hoboyherewego @achy-boo @oreoskys @oseathepebble @oathofoaks

@tunabesimpin @hamstergal @fumikomiyasaki@valse-a-mille-temps

@hallowed-delights @kimikitti @plutos-hell @thetwstwildcard @atwstedstory

@comingyourlugubriousness @ice-cweam-sod4 @twst-the-night-away @nammanarin

[justnerdy15]

FlashFictionFriday 3.7.25

wc: 746 prompt: @flashfictionfridayofficial help not wanted notes: attached to HOTN. been thinking about turning Khalil into a vamp -- kind of imagine the aftermath being something like this. warnings: blood, implied violence

“Get out.”

The words slip out of the young man’s red-stained mouth as a plea, brown eyes rimmed with tears, arms pressed against his stomach hard enough to bowl him over. He’s tucked himself into the corner of the room, away from the bed still wet with Evangeline’s blood, shaking with a violence that makes Anthony’s bones ache.

He has her blood too. Across his palms, soaked into his shirt, handprinted onto his face. It’s become tacky, a bit sticky, pulling at his skin as it dries. Her smell lingers in the air, tinged with the sharp bite of fear, salty from sweat. His stomach revolts, fangs lengthening against some instinctual threat, and he can’t help but wonder why the young man hasn’t attempted to escape. It’s a good sign.

“I can’t do that, Khalil,” Anthony says as he steps further into the roorm, holding his hands out. “And I don’t think you really want me to.”

Khalil breathes out heavily, tongue nervously licking at bloodied lips, before a heavy flinch rocks his body and his gaze jerks back over to the bed. “I — I didn’t mean to,” he says, staring at the bed. Anthony watches as his pupils dilate, nostrils flaring, noticing the pool still on the sheets.

“Khalil,” Anthony says, forceful enough to catch his attention. When Khalil doesn’t look at him, he snaps, “Khalil.” Didier made it look so easy when it was Anthony and he remembers the pull of compulsion far too well.

It works, Khalil meeting his eyes with reluctance, breath evening just enough, and he sighs in relief. “I know you didn’t. Okay? I just want to help you.”

He doesn’t react the way he’s supposed to. A snarl rips out of Khalil’s throat, teeth bared to reveal the sharp set of fangs, as he jerks back further into the corner, new claws digging into his arms. “I don’t want your help!” Claws break skin and blood begins to trickle down brown skin. “You can’t help me!”

Anthony takes a step back, hoping it will help, and keeps his hands up. “I can help you. Khalil, I promise you, you can learn control.”

Khalil shakes his head, curls whipping wildly back and forth, as the breath in his chest stutters. “It’s too late. I already —” a sob escapes him as he buries his face in his hands “— I hurt her. I could’ve — I almost. I didn’t even wait. I just. I heard her and I — I couldn’t control myself.”

Suppressing a flinch, guilt rushing through him, Anthony can’t help but recall the moment — that fraction of second between hearing Khalil stir in the bed and Evangeline crying out. He shouldn’t of left. Shouldn’t have let her be in here alone.

“I know, Khalil. But you didn’t. She’s okay.”

His head jerks up, finger tips just below his eyes, catching the falling tears. “What?” he asks, muffled, voice cracking.

Dammit. He should have started with that. “Evangeline is fine. Jia-Ahn is taking care of her.” Anthony recalls the desperate way she clung to his hand, asking him to take care of Khalil, before being whisked away. “She just wants you to be safe.”

Khalil’s eyes dart back and forth, taking in his words, and each heavy exhale eases the tension in his body. “Oh my god,” he breathes out before collapsing to the floor, “Oh my god.” Sobs transform into cries, shoulders shaking, as he lays his head atop his bent knees.

A sigh escapes Anthony, a familiar grief settling in him, and he takes careful steps across the room before taking a seat next to Khalil.

Moments pass, Khalil’s cries filling the small room, before Anthony lets himself lay a hand on the nape of his neck. When he doesn’t pull away, or even react at all really, he gives a gentle squeeze. “Let me help you, Khalil,” he says quietly. “I promise: you can learn to control this.”

Don’t do this to her, he wants to add, don’t make her call a Hunt. But in the corner of his mind, he fears that might be what Khalil wants.

But, as his cries weaken into soft, wet breathing, relief fills Anthony when he turns his head. “Help me,” he chokes out, looking at Anthony with one bloodshot eye.

[zmwrites]

OC Kiss Week Day 4: Lost

WIP: Open Seas

Pairing: Tess x Dorian

CWs: none, other than the obvious kissing

Words: 1,125

Notes: hand wobble on the canon, hand wobble on following the prompt, but I had fun writing it

Tess took a deep breath of the cool night air. She hadn’t forgotten how much work these society balls were, exactly, but she was certainly out of practice. The carefully crafted conversation, the selecting of dance partners, the fashion choices… as much as she enjoyed them, she sometimes missed the frankness of life on a pirate ship. There were only so many polite ways to turn the conversation away from her time with Dorian and the pirates, and she wished she could tell the whole of society to mind their own business and to leave her alone.

The party sprawled across a greenhouse, a garden, and the ballroom of the main house. Every family of any consequence had been invited. It made it easy to avoid the people she didn’t have the patience to deal with, but it also meant she hadn’t been able to find any of her friends. Nicolau Carvalho was supposed to be around somewhere and she was determined to hold him to his promise of two dances so she could show her parents she was trying to find a suitable match and not moping over her missing pirate. 

She sighed and pressed her back against the cool stone of the garden wall, gazing at the stars above. Her pirate. That was the problem, wasn’t it? Dorian was a pirate—a rogue, a criminal, and completely unsuitable as a match for an heiress like herself. She didn’t have any siblings to pass the responsibility of suitableness on to. It was just her, and her father’s shipping empire on her shoulders. 

Perhaps she was being foolish. Dorian surely knew her parents would never accept if he asked for her hand. He wasn’t willing to give up the sea to belong to her world, and she wasn’t willing to give up her family to belong to his. It was doomed. It was—

“Tess!” Lina scampered towards her and grabbed her hands. “I’ve been searching for you.”

She resisted as her cousin pulled her towards the dance floor. “Lina, I’m tired.”

“You promised you’d dance with me.”

“I know, but—”

“Please.” She dropped her voice. “Sophie’s here and I want to dance with her.”

Tess sighed but allowed herself to be dragged onwards. Who was she to stand in the way of her cousin’s forbidden romance while she bemoaned her own? At least Sophie was a member of polite society, even if her family’s lack of fortune made her an undesirable match per Lina’s mother.

They lined up with the others, Lina in the leading line so when they switched partners she’d be paired with Sophie. Tess curtsied to Lina, who giggled and gave an overdramatic bow. She couldn’t help but smile. As much as Lina had matured during Tess’ absence, she was still young enough to be playful in public.

The music started. It was a dance with lots of spinning and energy and was fast enough that the focus wasn’t on footwork, with multiple partner changes that she was sure Lina and Sophie would somehow avoid making. It was also one of the few dances that encouraged people to join part way through and steal partners so it almost became a game.

Tess spun into her second-to-last partner, one of their hands landing on her waist and the other catching hers to lead in a modified closed position. She blinked once, then twice, her mind going blank as she stared up into an impossibly familiar pair of brilliant emerald eyes. His honey-like brown hair had been cut into the traditional short military cut—not shaved, but shorter than he’d worn it before—but it still had a few errant curls defying his efforts at styling it.

“Miss Bowen,” he greeted quietly, moving her along the next steps of the dance when her own feet failed her.

He looked like Dorian, he sounded like Dorian, but he wore the uniform of the Royal Navy of Astos. And not just any uniform, a captain’s uniform. Captains in the navy were common in polite society, having built themselves into the respectability required to be accepted by the rich and titled. For a moment she wondered if he’d stolen it, but it was tailored to fit him perfectly and there was an extra button sewn near the collar that she recognized from his favourite coat that had been ruined during their time together. If it was true, if he was truly a captain in the Royal Navy, then he would be the perfect match for the daughter of a wealthy man in trade.

“Tess?”

“It’s actually you,” she whispered.

A shadow of pain crossed his features. “I’m sorry it took so long.”

He spun her under his arm, but instead of releasing his hand and joining her next partner, she pulled him out of the line and off the dance floor entirely. No one gave them a second look as she tugged him away from the crowd and into the shadow of the main house. As soon as they were out of sight of the party behind a hedge, she grabbed his lapel and the back of his neck and dragged him down for a kiss.

His mouth was hot and sent a current through her body. He might’ve looked like a gentleman, but the way he responded to her certainly wasn’t gentlemanlike. His hands on her body, leaving searing heat in their wake, searching for any inch of skin or softness. Holding her so close she was bent backwards but still glued to him at every point.

She pinned him against the wall, eliciting a noise of surprise. “Don’t touch my hair unless you can fix it.”

Dorian spluttered a laugh.

“What? It took three of us over an hour to get it to sit right, and people will notice if it’s ruined,” she said, hovering a breath from his face and caressing his jaw.

“I was worried about being indecent, but it’s you I should’ve been concerned about,” he replied. 

He captured her lips again, this time softer and slower, savouring the moment. She melted into him and looped her arms around his shoulders. She didn’t even care if someone found them—she was so giddily happy, and was content to miss the rest of the party if it meant she got to spend the rest of the night entangled with him.

“I’m supposed to be respectable now, you know,” he murmured against her mouth.

She hummed, peppering his face with little kisses. “Would you like to go meet my parents instead?”

“Maybe next time,” he said.Her laugh turned into a gasp as his lips found her neck. She threaded her fingers through his soft hair and allowed her eyes to drift closed. Gods above she’d missed him.

[justnerdy15]

evangeline and anthony from heiress of the night. it's about the Yearning.

We aren’t quite done with the topic of love just yet!

Let’s do a moodboard for it! Let’s see what your story’s love looks like! It could be a moodboard for the main romantic couple, for family members, for best friends -  a moodboard for any sort of love your story has!

[dayseternal-blog]

Hello days I love your writing and I check your recommendations list at least once a week for something new! But this is my first time asking. I was wondering if you knew any recommendations for something like “The Mission” by Lunawrayth. I finished all chapters in one sitting and loved it. So I’d really love to find more just like it. If you could help me out I would be forever in you debt. Thank you and please keep up the amazing work! ☺️

I love "The Mission"!!!!! I constantly check it for updates 🥺 It's amazing that the author's still updating it!!!

"The Mission" by Lunawrayth - Rated M, Canon-Divergent AU, Multi-chapter, Ongoing. It wasn't that Hinata never expected to work with Naruto, just never on a mission quite like this.

So hmmm....fics that are like it. So, I guess, like... fake relationship aus? Or fics that have them on a mission together? Or maybe just like...kinda mysterious Hinata? Maybe, just like...similar vibes?

Fake Relationship AU

“Mission Together” from “Proud Failures to Proud Parents” by xHinaLovex - Rated T, Canon-Divergent, One-shot. “You will be posing as wealthy newlyweds on their honeymoon for the investigation.”

“Hand(s)” by @ssa25 - Rated T, Royalty AU, One-shot. After sneaking out of the palace, Hinata finds herself in quite a commotion…

Untitled wip by @matchaball - Rated T, Modern AU, Short one-shot. He will always entrust her to watch his back in a heartbeat.

“Spy AU” by @magmawrites - Rated M, Spy AU, One-shot.  They were one of the best teams The Agency had ever seen. Until they broke one of their most important rules…don’t fall in love with your partner.

"A Night on the Kaori" by sassywhatevers - Rated T, Canon-Divergent AU, Multi-chapter, Incomplete. Be as attached to Naruto-kun as possible without seeming too clingy. Be effortlessly sexy but not trashy. Be possessive of Naruto-kun. He's your man. Oh Kami. Hinata's going on an undercover mission - on a yacht cruise, of all the places - with Naruto. Has the Hyuuga heiress bitten off more than she can chew?

“Oblivious” by PervyNinja - Rated T, Canon-Divergent, Multi-chapter, Incomplete. After the war, Naruto is not the only one to be approached by admirers - Hinata is oblivious, Kiba, Shino & Akamaru are protective and Naruto is just so confused.

“Operation: Bring home Naruto” by Dragonwannabe - Rated T, Canon-Divergent, Multi-chapter, Part 1 Complete. Hinata’s been assigned the mission of getting Naruto back home safely after his last dangerous assignment. But can she handle the undercover identity as his girlfriend that she’d been given without revealing her true feelings for him?

the one I wrote, but you probably read it already:

 “Undercover” - Rated E, Canon-Divergent AU, Multi-chapter, Incomplete. Naruto and Hinata join the Twelve Guardian Ninja of the Land of Fire’s Daimyo. But not really. Their mission is to smoke out the rat among them who’s selling political secrets to insurgents, while making sure the other Guardians don’t figure them out. Neither can tell when their acting became so convincing.

Okay, and this was one has seduction missions! But it's much more smutty!

“Naruto’s New Focus” by @truebkgirl- Canon-Divergent AU, Multi-chapter, Ongoing. For 18 months training and missions have been put on hold due to the loss of his arm. Now, Naruto is mission-ready and learns that a number of his comrades have taken on seduction missions… He’s questioning his feelings but never lets his focus waiver. Naruto has a new mission to endure. All he needs now is to figure out if SHE wants to be part of it.

There are certain fanfictions that give me the same feeling as "The Mission." Like Hinata's characterization is mature, yet insecure, or she's extremely skilled, but still so soft-spoken.... and also the slow burn is just as painful :)

Gives a Similar Vibe as "The Mission" (IMO)

“Made in Heights” by @utsus - Rated E, Spy AU, Long One-Shot/Incomplete. Hinata is definitely skilled enough to infiltrate the highly secured Uchiha party and steal sensitive intel that will save lives.  It’s just a matter of making it out alive.

“A Place In The Sun” by ihaveastorminme - Rated M for smut and depictions of violence, Canon-Divergent, Multi-chapter, Incomplete.  Naruto realizes that he’s not enough to love her.  He’s not enough to save her, either.

“Love and Water” by nineetaaaillled - Rated E, Canon-Divergent, Multi-chapter, Incomplete. The hardest part isn’t acknowledging that he’s in love, it’s believing that he can be loved.

and the feelings discovery through a physical relationship in the one I wrote:

“Nightdreams” - Rated E, Canon-Divergent, Multi-chapter, Complete. Naruto and Hinata find comfort in each other after the war.

Enjoy! If anyone knows of others that seem similar to "The Mission," please add on!

[ohhgingersnaps]

I'm a little late to the party with the WIP Ask Game, but will you talk about Holding Patterns at all? Super curious what that's about!

Aaaa I'm so glad you asked about this one!! Holding Patterns is an original sci-fi thing I've had on the back burner for a while. It's a heist/mystery/disaster/(rom-com??) novel set on a fancy Art Nouveau-style cruise ship orbiting a dying star.

Featuring the following:

A man who's just assassinated a corrupt high-level senator in retaliation for some disastrous space mining OSHA violations. He is laying low as a waiter while he hides from the senator's corporate sponsors and figures out what, exactly, he wants to do with his life, now that his years-long revenge quest is over.

Two thieves hired to steal data from an attached research vessel by a mysterious donor. The promised payoff is enough to set them both up for life. Getting on the vessel itself is going to be tricky, but once Thief 1 gains the trust of the pretty astrobotanist he masterminded a meetcute with at the first night's masque dance, they'll be golden.

The astrobotanist private eye, who's hot on the thieves' trail. She's posing as a scientist to get close enough to them to find solid evidence of their last heist, but she's used to working from a distance... She's chanting "I won't get attached, I won't get attached!!" in her head half the entire time, and playing a Kira-and-L-style battle-of-wits chess game with Thief 1 in her head the other half of the time— but regardless, this is actually the most fun she's had on an investigation in a good long while.

A rich heiress on vacation with her sorority friends. She's less fleshed out right now than the others, but when things start to go south, she's really got some solid Elle Woods/Final Girl energy.

The underpaid, overworked security guard who's just trying to do their job, please, why is nobody cooperating with my murder investigation—??

Anyway, I don't want to spoil the plot (and also, frankly, I don't have all of the specifics figured out yet), but when another passenger is murdered in what appears to be a robbery gone wrong, all of the characters are left scrambling to cover their own secret identities, and also figure out what happened and who they can trust...

And then, when the life support systems on the ship start failing one by one, they find they've got even bigger problems.

This all sounds really serious, but this is actually intended to be a fun little sci-fi romp! I also originally meant for it to be a novella but, like... Honestly? Knowing me and how my projects normally go? This thing's not going to be less than 70k haha

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List of Works:

I'm being a bit serious about the self-promo these days, so it stands to reason that I should have a bit more clarity about what my work is. This is a non-exhaustive list, because I am never writing one book at once. That would be deranged.

WINTER'S CHOSEN - Fantasy, standalone

(planned release September 1st 2024, ARC sign-ups now open)

Winter's Chosen is a low fantasy I wrote primarily because I hate to ski. It came together loosely because of what I learned about the history of alpine skiing while I was refusing to ski in the Alps, though it became more of a fantasy and less historical as time went on.

The story sees Ifry, a clerk, travel to a remote mountain town to help his employer found and build a ski resort for the wealthy to holiday in. The town is unsuitable for many reasons, the first being that it is infested with carnivorous beasts, and the second being that the townsfolk are fervent worshippers of 'Solyon', the god of summer. Ifry seeks help in Jos, the town's hunter, in safely traversing the slopes, unaware that Jos has been chosen this year by Solyon to make a sacrifice that will end the winter.

TANRY TENERI - WIP, fantasy, first in a series

This one is kind of meant for folk who like fantasy with a historical sheen, but that doesn't necessarily have much to do with history, if you get me. It's a 'fantasy of manners', along the lines of the Lord of Stariel, Half a Soul, and other such works.

It's about Tanry Teneri, who unexpectedly becomes heiress to her father's estate. When her father arranges an unwanted marriage, Tanry extracts a deal from him that she can wed her choice, provided that he is higher in rank. Using a device that can tell Tanry absolute truth, she sets out in search of a husband, settling on the Archduke Cezsario, an exile from his home country. Tanry quickly learns that he has secrets of his own, but will stop at nothing to make a match that preserves her freedom.

ABOVE ALL - WIP, YA fantasy, first in a series

England 1860. After being expelled from one finishing school, Beatrix 'Trix' Robinet is sent to a last resort finishing school: Caelestis Abbey, which is magically built on a cloud. Trix attempts to gain friends in her new surroundings, and discover the secret of where her friend Jenny, an angel, vanished to. One night, Trix hears screaming inside of the school chapel, and resolves that there is something more malevolent at foot at the school than she anticipated.