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house-of-hamartia · 1 month ago

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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

#Assassin's Creed Rogue #Assassin's Creed #Shay Cormac #Dorothea Starrick #artists on tumblr #“The Bliss of the Fall”#Shay//Dora #Shay/OC #Nemo writes #My oc #my writing #Ship: Starshayde

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slexenskee · 1 year ago

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The Continuation of Satoru Supremacy

Am I just going to slot this poor boy into every fandom? Signs are pointing to yes at this point lol. Ok so I've had either a JJK/HOTD and JJK/GOT crossover rumbling around my brain for ages now and its gotten to a boiling point lol. The JJK/GOT would probably be Satoru/Robb Stark and the JJK/HOTD probably Satoru/Aegon II. I have them pretty fleshed out in my head ngl.

THE PROBLEM is that I love his name, Satoru, and it literally makes no sense to have him reincarnate into ASOIAF works and somehow end up with that name, which means I would need to change it, and I don't know wtf to change it to.

Literally grasping at straws rn lol. I lowkey like Soren since it sounds Valyrian enough and also I feel like Satoru would be over the moon about it because he'd share a name with one of his favorite Fire Emblem characters.

Anyway the HOTD one would be a isekai/reincarnation AU with Satoru as Daemon and Rheanyra's surprise brothel baby that Rheanyra had to get shotgun-wedding'd to Leanor for 😅 so yeah Satoru is once again causing chaos and problems for other people just by existing... this time before he was even born! He's also called the Radiant Prince and also still the Honored One because he's basically a god and everyone in HOTD is going to damn well know it.

WIP:

In this life, as in his last, his birth was heralded with reverence and veneration, and wrought with untenable legacy.

He was the firstborn son of the Realm’s Delight, lovely and fair and every bit as preternaturally beautiful as his mother. He was said to have his grandmother’s Arryn blue eyes, the king’s tousled white curls, his mother’s smile, and the very birthright of his great Valyrian heritage etched into his very existence; from his heavenly features, to his dragon, to the very name bestowed upon him.

For days on end the whole realm celebrated his birth as a magnificent affair; bells tolled long into the night, nobles spilled from the four corners of Westeros bearing gifts of abundance and splendor, the smallfolk celebrated en masse along the streets of King’s Landing.

They called him a blessed child, a perfect child, a glorious new heir for the throne.

Upon his very birth the Princess Rheanys was said to have looked into his heavenly eyes and pronounced him a gift from the gods of old Valyria. Those same eyes, a precious, celestial blue resembling the late Queen Aemma, were said to have reduced his grandfather the King to tears from the moment he opened them. Lord Velaryon had named them a mark of the gods’ favor; such a curious, mystifying color, never settling no matter the lighting, as mercurial as a tempest sea.

Just the mere sight of such a marvelous child, a mortal so obviously marked by the gods, so destined for greatness, could easily quell the rumors beginning long before his birth.

Such derelict hearsay would never grace the ears of such a divine prince, of course. But he heard it anyway.

They rushed the wedding, they said.

The princess was meant to start her royal procession to select her prince consort, but instead was married to the Velaryon heir within a moon’s turn. (The King had to appease the Velaryon’s somehow, after the way he snubbed their pure Valyrian heiress for his Hightower bride.)

The babe came early— so suspiciously early. (The Princess Rheanyra was so young, of course she would have difficulty carrying to term. Didn’t you see him? The babe was born so small!)

And he looks every bit a Targaryen, not a speck of Velaryon to be seen on him. (But of course the blood of Aegon the Conqueror would run strong within the royal line— and the Princess Rheanys is his paternal grandmother, such features run on both sides. Why, look at Queen Alicent's children! Do they look Hightower to you?)

The Rogue Prince dotes on him, shockingly so. He perhaps even reconciled with his brother just to remain near the young prince. (The Rogue Prince has always remained stoutly devoted to his family, no matter his unsavory reputation, his loyalty to the throne is unquestioned. That he is just as devoted to his brother’s heir as he is to his brother is merely filial piety.)

No matter the rumors swirling around him, it only took a single glance from his blessed blue eyes to halt the whispers in their tracks.

His divine beauty and grace, his mystical eyes, his magnificent dragon— such pedestrian slander seemed silly and absurd in the face of them.

To question the legitimacy of the Radiant Prince, the Honored One… no mere mortal could possibly be capable of uttering such blasphemy.

#fic WIP #Gojo Satoru once again reincarnated against his will into other fandoms #Casually over powered Gojo strikes again #Gojo Satoru as a targaryen

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justnerdy15 · 1 year ago

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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!

#writeblr summerfest #moodboard prompt #writeblr #wip: heiress of the night

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hippolotamus · 7 months ago

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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)

#hippo gets mail #hippo writes #daffi tag #fic: come close (let me be home) bridgerton #buddie wip #bridgerton au #huh... wonder who HenRen might know 🤔#maybe a certain older Buckley sibling who also happens to be looking for a husband?????#who knows?#certainly not me

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ohanny · 6 months ago

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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.

#pit babe the series #pit babe au #charliebabe #alanjeff #peteway #kentakim #winnerdean #northsonic

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aserene · 11 months ago

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Aserene's Master Fic List

Last updated 1 September 2024; 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, Make 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

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.

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)

Xena: Warrior Princess

So you’re saying there is a chance…

All Fics are Xena/Ares

Eventually, these will be rewritten and posted on AO3

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

Reckoning the Thoughts (takes place during “The Reckoning)

The Pendant (Aphrodite fixes Looking Death in the Eye)

WIP

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)

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the-trinket-witch · 5 months ago

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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

#inbox reply #tixdixl #twst fic

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zmwrites · 8 months ago

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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.

#ockiss24 #open seas #os excerpt

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justnerdy15 · 1 year ago

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Flash Fiction Friday "Found Family" (daily snippet 9.1.23)

wip: Heiress of the Night prompt: @flashfictionfridayofficial found family background: Greenie (Khalil) gets seriously injured; Evangeline and Newbie (Felicity) talk. summary: family doesn't always get along, but that doesn't make them any less a family. wc: 1000

They had to take him to the ER. Through the back, to a doctor Aunt Cass knew, letting Greenie disappear into the throng of people, a John Doe. Wheeled off to surgery.

Her eyes are sore, puffy and dry, and she knows, distantly, that she go wash up. Wash away the blood caked on to her hands, her face; the dirt underneath her nails, debris in her palms. But she just can’t bring herself to get off the floor, tucked away in the corner of the doctor’s office, letting the cold concrete walls seep into her back.

A tap at the door.

Evangeline glances over to the door, breathing out slowly, before calling out. “Come in,” she says, voice like gravel. She clears her throat. “Come in.”

The door slowly swings open before familiar blonde hair peaks into the room, looking in the wrong direction.

“Over here,” Evangeline says, letting her head drop back, exhaustion settling on her shoulders. “What is it?”

Newbie steps into the room, quietly closing the door behind her, and stands there, arms wrapped across her stomach. “Nothing,” she replies, voice scratchy. Her earlier cries are still echoing in Evangeline’s ears, raw and desperate. “Cassandra told me to wait in here.”

Humming, she closes her eyes, and gestures vaguely to the rest of the room. “Have at it.”

Light footsteps. A soft groan. A thump as she settles into a chair.

Silence settles between them, heavy and tense, and she knows she should say something. Whether to berate her or comfort her, Evangeline doesn’t know, but she’s too tired either way to care.

“I’m sorry.”

The small apology fills the room. She doesn’t know if she wants to laugh or cry, so she shakes her head, jaw clenching to keep either from escaping.

“I’m sorry, Eva,” Newbie repeats, foot scuffing against the tile floor. “I —”

“This is the second time,” Evangeline says, interrupting the younger woman, hands fisting against her stomach. “This is the second time he has gotten hurt protecting you.”

“I know.”

“And this is the third time you’ve disobeyed orders.”

Sniffling. “I know.”

“Just because you are not my trainee does not mean that you get to ignore me.”

“I kno —”

“Stop. Stop saying ‘I know’ when we keep having to have this conversation,” Evangeline bites out, irritation spiking. “I’m tired of apologies; either your actions start changing or you can leave.”

A moment passes and against her better judgement, Evangeline opens her eyes and looks over at Newbie.

Her head is bent down, dirty hair covering her face, but Evangeline can hear the hitch in her breathing, sees how her hand wipes at her face every couple of seconds, and just as filthy as Evangeline is.

Dammit.

She plants one hand on the floor, groaning as she pushes herself up, limbs stiff and sore, until she’s able to rock to her feet. Newbie glances up at her, tear-streaked cheeks shiny underneath the florescent lights. She makes a confused noise which Evangeline waves off as she goes to the door.

Ducking into the thankfully empty hallway, she makes her way to the bathroom, back twinging at every step.

She ignores the mirror, not wanting to see the face that would stare back at her, and opens the paper towel dispenser, taking a thick stack of towels out. Turning the faucet on, she waits until the water runs hot before running the stack underneath the stream. Once they’re adequately damp, she squeezes them a bit before returning to the doctor’s office.

Evangeline doesn’t bother knocking, letting herself in before someone spots her, and walks over to Newbie. She drops the stack of paper towels onto the counter and nudges Newbie’s foot with her own. “Sit up,” she says, nudging her again. “C’mon.”

Newbie scrubs at her face, but she does as Evangeline tells her, straightening up. She keeps glancing up at her face before looking away, knee jumping up and down, and her chest stutters with shaky breaths.

Evangeline picks up the first towel, reaching down to gently hold Newbie’s chin in her hand, and starts to wipe at her face, picking up dirt and blood with each swipe of the towel. She pats at a shallow cut, shushing Newbie when she winces, and picks up another towel. “You don’t want these getting infected,” she says, her voice low, making her way up Newbie’s cheekbone.

Newbie sniffs, her eyes falling shut, and relaxes into Evangeline’s hold, letting her head turn as needed.

“I’m sorry.”

Newbie’s eyes pop open and she looks up at Evangeline.

Evangeline presses on. “I’m sorry,” she says again, “I shouldn’t have said that. And I certainly didn’t mean what I said about you leaving. I just —” She sighs heavily and picks up another towel. “I’m scared and I’m angry, but I shouldn’t have taken that out on you.”

“You’re scared?”

She nods. “You know, Greenie’s my first trainee? It’s kind of a big deal.” She switches to Newbie’s other side. “I’m afraid I’m going to fuck it up. That I already have.”

Newbie tries to shake her head. “Khalil adores you. Seriously, I’m pretty sure he thinks the sun shines out of your ass.”

That startles a laugh out of Evangeline while Newbie flushes. “Really?” she asks, amused.

“Well, don’t tell him I said that.” Newbie hesitates. “I, uh, was actually really jealous. When he told me you were going to be his mentor. I was kind of a bitch for a while if we’re being honest. I don’t know why he puts up with me sometimes.”

Evangeline huffs and blots a towel at her hairline. “He’s a good one.” She looks down at Newbie. “So are you, by the way. You two drive me crazy, but I am glad you're here.”

Newbie smiles faintly before looking down. “He is going to be okay, right? Khalil’s going to be okay.”

Don’t make promises you can’t keep.

“I hope so.”

#my writing #flashfictionfridayofficial #wip: heiress of the night #original fiction

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moonlit-mystery-writer · 7 months ago

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Uni WIP Fic

This fic is based on the Pokemon movie Spell of the Unown! It's centered around Uni and Gamma! And, obviously, this is an AU. Here's a snippet from it!

Uni loves the nights her dad can stay home and play with her until bed. She laughs happily when Gamma picks her up then lays her down in her bed. The blond pets her head softly before kissing her forehead.

“Okay, princess, what story would you like to hear tonight?” He asks warmly, pulling out some of her favorites from her bedside bookshelf-nightstand. The young mafia heiress smiles and takes one of the books from him, holding it up and giggling.

“This one! This one’s about the thing you research, right, Papa?” She asks sweetly, making the lavender-eyed man give a bittersweet smile.

“Mhm, it’s about all the magic and such in this world.”

He explains carefully, glancing at the cursed orange pacifier that hung by a pink ribbon around his baby’s neck. He swears on his life, he’ll find the cure for her…

As the cerulean-haired girl gets herself settled into bed, the Ninth Giglio Nero Lightning guardian opens the book before turning it so she can look at the pictures with him. Some of the pages were just average folklore and tales, things he learned to write off in his research, but others held more truth than one might think from an old book. Namely on things like the Arcobaleno Curse. Part of him had to wonder who the author of this information was… But the name had faded off the cover long ago. He turns the page to a painting with an all violet background with an all white figure standing in the middle of it. The figure seemed masculine in nature with a mess of spiking hair and where his left eye should be was distinctive purple marking. To Gamma, it reminded him of an upside down crown that a kid might draw; three different points that connected with a simple base.

“That’s the angel, right, Papa?” Uni questions, breaking his train of thoughts. The blond nods and chuckles.

“Yep, that’s the Angel of Humanity. No one knows his true name, but we do know he wants peace for all someday. We’ve been trying to find letter pieces that are connected to him.” He warmly explains, watching his daughter nod along with his words. The Lightning was no fool, he knows she doesn’t like how his job keeps taking him away from her, but he’s sure if he can explain at least a little to her that she’ll be more understanding.

The mafia princess cuddles up to her father a little, turning the next page for them. The next two pages had a drawing with a green background and two sets of foxes. One set of foxes are a pale yellow and hold an expression that can be best described as gentle. The other set are a deep black with armor and bright green eyes that held a firmness to them. Uni’s eyes light up and she points at the first set.

“Papa, that’s Colulu and Widget, right??”

“Almost, baby, these are the spirits Colulu and Widget are based on.” He explains, chuckling at how she thought of his box animals right away.

She nods her little head then points over at the darker set of foxes with a hum, “These ones remind me of you though, Papa. You’re like a fox.”

“Oh, I’m a fox, am I? Then a fox I shall be.” Gamma laughs warmly, tickling his daughter with one hand while mimicking a fox’s yipping sound. The young Sky flame laughs and squirms to get away, but is ultimately just happy to play with her dad. However, their time together is cut short when his computer rings for a call.

Uni can’t help her frown as her dad gets up. He kisses her forehead again and smiles.

“I’ll make this quick so we can get back to the book, I promise.” He comforts, making her just blankly nod.

She knows the other man calling always tends to make the calls with her dad long, even if he doesn’t mean to. As the blond man answers the phone, the voice of his assistant quickly speaks up, “I’m so sorry for calling so late at night, sir!”

“It’s fine, Shoichi, just make this quick. You’re interrupting Uni’s bedtime.”

“Of course, sorry again! But we found them, the angel’s pieces! But we need your expertise to help us verify that they’re the real thing!” The redhead on the other end says quickly, making Gamma perk up instantly.

“I’ll be over right away-” He starts to say before pausing and looking to his daughter. The young girl couldn’t hide her disappointment in her big, lavender eyes despite her obviously attempting to. He frowns and walks away from his laptop, going back to her and rubbing her cheek tenderly with his thumb.

“Oh Uni… Can Papa go?”

“... It’s important, right?” She asks in a hushed mumble, her eyes tearing up a bit when her dad nods. He pulls her into a tight hug and closes his eyes to stop himself from tearing up too.

“I swear, princess, if this is real then that means I’ll never have to leave for work ever again…”

“Really?”

“Really, my little one…” He tells her in an almost whisper. The little girl hesitates for a moment, thinking the choice over, before she nods.

“Just… Be back soon, Papa. That’s an order from Giglio Nero Decimo.” She commands as firmly as a little girl can. Gamma can’t stop himself from laughing before snuggling her briefly.

“Of course, princess, here…” He trails off for a moment, slipping off his wedding band and placing it into her hands before continuing, “This is my wedding ring to your Mama, when you miss me while I’m gone, just hold it close and I’ll be right there for you.” He promises.

The small girl flips the gold ring over in her hands a few times, looking over every detail. Besides a small green gem imbedded in it, on the inside was inscribed “𝚪 & Aria Eternally”. She smiles to herself before hugging her dad again.

“I love you, Papa! Have fun on your trip!”

“I love you too. And thank you, my little kit. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” Gamma says sweetly, petting her head before gathering his things and leaving.

Uni sighs to herself once he’s gone, still a little unsure about letting her dad go. She has this nagging feeling that something will just go wrong that she can’t explain… She looks his ring over again before carefully touching the inscription on it.

“Is this what you felt too, Mama…?” She asks aloud to herself.

The young Sky didn’t know much about it yet, but she’s heard that the women of her family can see the future. Maybe this is it, just an awful feeling about something… She quietly picks the book her and her dad had just been looking through, glancing at the picture of the foxes again. She stares at the part with the black foxes again before setting the book down next to her in bed and resting the ring on top of it.

“Goodnight, Papa…”

#katekyo hitman reborn #khr #khr uni #khr gamma #khr shoichi

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justnerdy15 · 1 year ago

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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!

#writeblr #moodboard prompt #relationship inspo: Evangeline and Anthony #wip: heiress of the night

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dayseternal-blog · 2 years ago

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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!

#anon #naruhina fanfic recs #naruhina fake relationship au #naruhina canon-divergent au

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