#yes pretty cure 5 + reader

[baileypie-writes]

Platonic story about the reader bringing back Dark Dream after the events of Yes! 5

Idk I couldn’t think of a better request ;-;

A/N ~ Sure! I actually love this idea! Hope you enjoy!

~Revival~

Dark Dream + Former Villain!Reader

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Fandom: Yes! Pretty Cure 5, Yes! Pretty Cure 5 the movie

Fanfic Type: Oneshot

Reader: Gender neutral, former Nightmare employee

Relationship: Platonic

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,213

Synopsis: After reviving Dark Dream, you finally gave her the second chance she was promised. And the first thing she wanted to do was to reunite with Nozomi.

Warnings: Death mentioned(Dark Dream’s), Nuts/Natts featured, Coco mentioned, kind of rushed because I had to stop it from getting too long

~Masterlists~

~Yes! Pretty Cure 5 Masterlist~

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Curiosity can be either a really good, or a really bad thing. It can end in fortune, or it can end in disaster. Many people avoid acting on their curiosity due to the fear of it turning out bad. But you decided to take the risk.

You used to work for the company Nightmare. Because of that, you did a lot of things you’re not proud of. For one, you fought a group of teenage magical girls to try and obtain the Dream Collet. Just the memory of trying to defeat them makes you cringe. But you’re glad you still keep in touch with them. After all, they’re the reason you were able to turn a new leaf.

But even though you’ve left the evil company, you still harbor some magic abilities. And with them, you decided to run a little experiment.

A while ago, the Pretty Cure went to the Mirror Kingdom and had to fight dark versions of themselves. Each one was made from a crystal. Cure Dream had managed to befriend her evil counterpart, Dark Dream. But Dark Dream ended up sacrificing herself for her, shattering the crystal.

You’ve always wondered what would happen if Dark Dream was able to live her second chance. So after a quick trip to the Mirror Kingdom, you came back home with a handful of crystal shards, and a crazy idea.

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You never would’ve guessed it would have taken this long. Nearly three whole months and 107 attempts later, a very puzzled Cure Dream doppelgänger stood in the exact same spot the shards used to be. You huffed tiredly, convinced that you’d used every ounce of magic left in you. But you still smiled at the fruit of your labor.

“What’s going on? Who are you?” Dark Dream asked, understandably confused. “How am I alive?” She stared down at her hands, moving them to confirm that she was in fact living.

“I’ll gladly answer all of those questions right now.” You chuckled.

You provided a quick, yet informative summary of your experiment. Dark Dream listened intently, her wide eyed expression never faltering. She was still processing being alive once again, and now she had even more to take in. But she knew she couldn’t bear being left without any answers, so she just dealt with the shock.

“And here you are now.” You finished with your explanation. You folded your arms, and exhaled loudly, truly in disbelief about your success.

You allowed the girl a few moments to think and process everything. It was only fair, after all. You prepared yourself for any future questions she may ask, but what she did end up asking was not something you were expecting.

“Where’s Nozomi?”

After taking a moment to get over the unexpected question, you gave your answer. “Well, it’s the afternoon of a weekday. So she’s probably at school. In fact, she should be getting out soon.”

“I want to go see her.” She declared. And by the sound of it, she definitely wasn’t asking. So you figured that if she was gonna go, you’d rather her not go alone.

“Alright. I don’t know where she goes to school, but I do know where she goes after. I’ll take you there. Oh yeah, but you should de-transform first.” You pointed to her outfit. She looked at herself as if she didn’t notice. But she quickly did as you said, reverting back to her normal self. She still looked exactly like Nozomi. But the way she dressed was quite different. She wore a reddish, gothic lolita style outfit, complete with black lipstick.

Not wanting to waste any time, you simply ignored her appearance, and led her out of the house. And with Dark Dream trailing closely behind, you headed straight to Natts’ House.

~~~~

After explaining everything to Natts, he very reluctantly allowed Dark Dream to hang around. Though, he still watched her like a hawk. But knowing his trust issues, that was understandable. You luckily didn’t have to deal with Coco or Milk as well, as they had gone to Palmier Kingdom for business. So the only thing you now needed to do was wait for the Pretty Cure.

After a very awkward ten or so minutes, the door opened with the jingle of a bell. “Natts!” A cheerful voice called out.

“Up here.” He responded from the upstairs lounge.

You heard loud footsteps run up the stairs, then Nozomi finally saw who was there waiting for her. She froze, dropping her school bag, as well as her jaw.

“Whaaaaat?!” She exclaimed very loudly, practically shaking the building.

After locking eyes with her, Dark Dream smiled softly, and stood up. “Hello, Nozomi.”

At that time, the other girls had made it upstairs to see what all the fuss was about. They were just as bewildered to see who was there as their friend was.

Nozomi ran to her, grabbing her hands in hers. “It really is you! But how?”

“I revived her. It took a ton of trial and error, and even more power, but I did it.” You proudly explained.

“But why?” Rin questioned.

You simply shrugged. “I was just curious.” This made her give you a judgey look.

“I can’t believe it! This is so cool!” Nozomi said, bouncing up and down a bit from excitement. “I promised you a second chance, and now you finally have it!” She pulled Dark Dream in for a hug. “We can finally be friends too!”

While Dark Dream was initially taken aback from the embrace, she smiled from Nozomi’s words.

“But what do we even call her? Dark Dream isn’t a normal name.” Rin mentioned.

“Oh, yeah.” Nozomi said.

Everyone thought for a moment. Then Urara came up with something. “Oh! What about ‘Nonomi’? It sounds like ‘Nozomi’!”

Natts scoffed. “Well that’s just-“

“I have no issue with that name.” Dark Dream interrupted before he could voice his opinion.

“Okay! ‘Nonomi’ it is!” Nozomi said happily. “It’s decided!” And to go with her catchphrase, she thrusted her whole arm upwards, pointing into the air.

“This is all cute and everything, but where is she gonna stay?” Rin asked, acting as if she was the only one with common sense.

“She can stay with me. I have the room. I mean, if it’s alright with her.” You said.

“Okay. I have no problem with that.” The newly named Nonomi responded.

“And you can go to school with us!” Nozomi said, clearly ecstatic.

“What’s ’school’?”

“Oh boy…” Rin sighed.

Karen placed a hand on her shoulder. “It’ll be fine. There are plenty of us to teach her everything she needs to know.”

“Oh! And I have plenty of books I can lend her!” Komachi added.

Natts sighed. “This is all just too much. I think I might close the shop for the day.”

He wasn’t wrong. So much had happened in such a short amount of time. Especially for Nonomi. She’d been revived by you, reunited with Nozomi and gained a new home and life all in one day. But she was completely ready for it. Nozomi had offered her friendship and a second chance, but her death prevented her from living it. But all thanks to you, she’s now able to. And she couldn’t be more happy.

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[holylulusworld]

How to cure a grump (5)

Summary: You’re losing your job on Christmas.

Pairing: CEO/Boss!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: grumpy Bucky, mistaken identity, kinda fake dating trope, snowed-in trope

How to cure a grump (4)

How to cure a grump masterlist

On Christmas Eve, the room is crowded with family, friends, neighbors, and, well, your former boss. He still sticks out with his expensive suit, polished shoes, and his whole aura.

Oddly, people like to chat with him. Bucky is a natural when it comes to wrapping people around his finger.

You can’t do much about it tonight. If you yell at him, drag him out of the room, or, what you love to imagine, choke the life out of him for being a jerk, people could get suspicious.

Smiling at the thought, you hide in a corner, watching Bucky joke with the people who do not know what an asshole he truly is.

You grit your teeth and huff. It was foolish of them to judge the book by its cover this time. Yes, he’s got a pretty façade, but deep down inside, Bucky Barnes is rotten. You’re sure about it.

“Why the face?” Your mother nudges your side. “People love him, Munchkin. No need to worry. We all hated John from the beginning, and he turned out a jerk. Trust our instinct.”

Bucky looks your way, watching you when you’re not looking. He can still feel your lips and wonder what came over him. Not two days ago, you were nothing but an employee to him, and then he kissed you.

“Man, you dismantled Walker like a pro,” your cousin laughs and shakes Bucky’s hand. “About damn time someone put him in his place. I’d have done the same, but Y/N didn’t want me to say a thing. She told me to let it slip and moved across the country instead.”

“So, I heard,” Bucky hums. “Y/M/N told me they had a business together. A company?”

“Uh—they wanted to open a business together. John not only cheated on her, but also stole her idea. She’s so smart and wastes her time at the office. I heard her boss is a jerk too, letting her work overtime and do her colleague’s work.”

“He must be an asshole,” Bucky replies with a smirk. He loves hearing all the insults your cousin calls your boss. “Did she tell you all about him?”

“No. Y/N never complains. She only said she’d take the next flight because she had to stay later this week too. Y/N was always too good for this world. Helped everyone around, you know,” your cousin brags. “I just know she offers her help to co-workers, and they tried to take advantage of her kindness.”

“I think Y/N is capable of putting people in their place too,” Bucky replies. He appreciates that your cousin tries to defend you but knows you better. “No one takes advantage of her.”

Your cousin grins before patting Bucky’s shoulder. “I already like you.” He chortles. “Oh, I gotta take care of my girl now.”

Bucky nods, as his eyes drift toward you again. Ever so often his mind drifts back to the moment he kissed you.

“You’re staring,” your aunt chuckles, catching Bucky staring at you. “I know you’re head over heels for my niece, but don’t undress her with your eyes while being around her family.”

“What?” Bucky dips his head to glance at your aunt.

She chuckles again and pats his arm. “Aw, don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me. I know Y/N is lovely.”

Bucky furrows his brows. All he did was look your way. Why your aunt thinks he had something dirty in mind is beyond him.

“Phew...that was…nice,” Bucky says as you watch your mom say goodbye to the last guest, your aunt. “Do you always host a Christmas party for the neighbors and half of town?”

“Most of our neighbors would be alone on Christmas Eve, just like my mom. They are long divorced, widowed, and their kids don’t come around before or after Christmas,” you explain while Bucky watches you. “And family is family, you know. They all have their own family and will spend the rest of Christmas and New Year’s Eve with them.”

He nods thoughtfully and says, “I guess you’re better at opening your home for people. My parents only ever hosted Christmas parties for business partners.”

“Figures,” you bite your tongue and curse yourself for your response. “I meant it’s smart to invite business partners for Christmas. They feel valued that way.”

Bucky quirks a brow but says nothing. He’ll let it slip, knowing you’re not wrong.

“Anyway,” he fakes a yawn. “It was a long day, and I need to call Steve in the morning. He needs to take care of a few things while I’m stuck here.”

“And whose fault is that?” You huff. Bucky still tries to blame you for his friend’s mistake. “I didn’t ask you to come here.”

“Yours,” he grins. “You made me come out here.”

“It was your friend not telling you about our conversation.”

“Relax,” he laughs. “I know it was Steve messing shit up, okay. You’re not to blame.” Bucky got up from the couch, just in time to bid your mom goodnight.

She furrows her brows as your former boss makes his way upstairs.

“Munchkin, don’t you want to join him?” She snickers when you roll your eyes. “I know you did more than cuddle. You’re a grown woman and have needs. I understand, Y/N. With a man like James around, a woman can get all tingly.”

“Mom!” You groan. “It’s not like that.”

“I know love is tough. How about we call it a day, and you can go back to denying you don’t like the handsome man sleeping under my roof? She flashes you a warm smile before pulling you into a hug. “Maybe he’s a little snobby on the outside, but I think James has a good heart. He’s just not used to showing it…”

Once again, you toss and turn. Your mother’s words still echo in your mind, and your lips still tingle from Bucky’s kiss.

“Christ, get over it. It was one fucking kiss,” you groan and slam your fist into the mattress. “It wasn’t even that good. Even if he tasted good and his lips perfectly fit with yours. Stupid... just stupid. He’s an asshole who fired you two days before Christmas.”

You turn on your side and decide to sleep it off. Soon Bucky will be out of town and out of your life. When he’s gone, you can try to explain to your mother who he is…

“Hmmm…” you murmur in your sleep. Somehow, you’re warm, very warm. It feels like a heating blanket wrapped itself around your body to keep you warm—or rather hot. “Fuck…warm.”

Wiggling in your sleep, you try to fend the heat off. You groan and shift again as it’s too heavy. “Warm…” Your eyes slowly open as you try to turn in your bed. It’s impossible. Something, or rather someone, wrapped himself around your body. “What the fuck!”

“What? Where?” Bucky jolts up on your bed. He looks at you lying next to him. “What are you doing in my bed?”

“What am I doing in your bed?” You sit up and huff. “This is my room and my bed. Get out! This is not some case of only one bed!”

“I—” he looks around the room, frowning deeply. Bucky ruffles his disheveled hair, trying to remember how he ended up in your bed. “Did we—?” He looks you up and down, licking his lips.

“What? NO!” You slap his chest, realizing too late he’s not wearing a shirt. “We didn’t have sex! Did you drink yourself to sleep?”

“Maybe I got a little drunk,” he murmurs and falls back onto your bed. Just now you smell the alcohol on him. “I was so lonely, and Steve ignored my calls. He fucked my vacation up, and now I’m stuck here and can’t even—”

You watch him turn on his side. “Hey, go back to your room.” You poke his back, but Bucky won’t budge. “What did I do to deserve this?”

You sigh and fall back on your pillow. There’s no way you can move Bucky. Turning your back on Bucky, you huff. “If your hands wander, you’ll lose them…”

Part 6

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[k1ngpin42]

𝐹𝒶𝓇𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝒜𝒷𝒷𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑅𝒶𝓃𝒸𝒽 o𝓌𝓃𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒹𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒𝓇

Part 1: If you guys like it I can write part 2 (with smut)

@osteologistimpostor

@mitski-lovesems

A/N: Despite my VERY frequent Abby x female reader stories, I actually write original pieces too. This one isn’t an original piece- the character is still Abby, but I’m pushing outside of my comfort zone and I’m doing Abby x OC. It's also modern(ish) day Abby

So without further adieu:

Light drifted across the room, pouring onto the table where a rather unimpressed and not-very awake girl was seated. She chased the letters of the paper in her hand, paying more attention to the lack of colour more than how interesting- or rather, uninteresting- the words were. 

The view from the balcony was gorgeous, it’s serenity drifting through the house and offering enough “fresh air” to cure a lifetime of hangovers.  And still, it was lonely. Not the cleansing kind people often searched for when investing in large areas of land just to have 5 unneeded bathrooms with pretty tiles to be admired; but the desolate and painfully boring kind that was becoming all the more prominent to a woman new to adulthood with her whole life worth of dreams and ambitions with no aim or prospects to go about pursuing them. 

Of course any talk of leaving the nest was disregarded as swiftly as it was brought up by her rather reserved, single father, who was more protective of her than anything. This was unsurprising of course. She had great beauty and wit who would be sure to have people swooning over her had she been raised in the city, and this prospect was what scared him the most. 

“Good morning Clara.” Spoke a tall, scrawny brunette who grabbed the paper off of the table and sat beside her. “Anything interesting?” He questions, more to the paper than to her. The girl shrugs, using just as much energy to remain neutral as she did to bury the rather obvious deep seated resentment she held towards him. With most guilt, of course.

“Nope.” She replies quietly, getting back up from the table and walking over to the kitchen. 

“Coffee, dad?” The man is unresponsive, eyes drifting happily over the page. Clara rolls her eyes.

“Coffee-“

“Huh? Oh yes, yes thank you sweetie.” Clara nods, walking over to the machine and pressing a button, the espresso machine pouring out the rich smelling liquid with a loud and familiar noise.

“Oh, I hired a new ranch hand…by the way.” Explains her father in an awkward mutter. Clara turns her head with a force which very nearly gave her whiplash. 

“A ranch hand?” She exclaims, already forcing herself to believe it was just her mishearing over the sound of the coffee. Her father sighs. 

“Why don’t you bring that over here?” With a pounding heart, she obeys, bringing the coffee to him and sitting in the chair in front, fiddling with her hands and noting how the two textures feel as she rubs her hand on one another. The man takes a deep breath.

“I figured we could use the help just in case you…end up going to college. Sometime soon, maybe. And I saw this girls ad so I thought…” Clara doesn’t say anything, partly due to her state of disbelief but mostly because she believes saying something will break this reality in two, and that her dad would instead, change her mind and ask her to stay forever.

“Anyway, it’s just a trial run-“ Clara leaps over and hugs him. 

“Thank you dad. When does she start?” The man lets out a short laugh. 

“Tomorrow.”

***

Clara had spent the morning cleaning the dishes she had put off doing last night, watching TV in her bed and chilling on her balcony naked. She had been painting something out there and had lost motivation for it recently. As for the lack of clothes, she had a tendency of spilling paint on her clothes to a point she had decided just not to wear them since she was home alone. Or at least she thought that until she heard a loud thud in the barn. 

Flinching so high she almost saw the heavens, she knocks the painting, causing the stranger to reveal themself at the noise.

There she was. A beautiful, unfamiliar woman with long blonde hair braided ever so nicely down her back, black tank top revealing arms bigger than on any man she had seen, and a face so stunning Clara was blushing even before returning to the realisation that she was butt naked. 

The woman immediately covers her eyes with her hand and turns away from her.

“I…I…am sorry-“

“Who the fuck are you?!” Demands Clara, picking the painting back up and hiding as best she could behind the frame. 

“Uh…I’m Abby. I think your dad hired me. I take it you’re…Clara?”

“Fuck.” She says, taking a stabilising breath. “No, the new hire is coming tomorrow.”

“I decided to drive in early, I was going to start organising the barn to make it easier for myself when I start tomorrow. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to look.”

“No…No it’s my fault, I’m sorry Abby.”

“I can come back if you want to…keep painting.” She clears her throat awkwardly. “Naked.” she adds. Clara laughs softly.

“No I uh, think I’m done with that. Let me put some clothes on and I’ll come down.” Abby blushes, head still glued to the floor like the most interesting object she could fathom was there. “There’s no need for that miss-“ Abby blurted out, but Clara had already returned to her room. 

The second those doors are closed, Clara is hitting her hand over her head in dismay. Of course this would happen to her. Her first god damn impression with some tank, godess-of-a-woman stranger was that she’s some sort of farmer hippie who paints in the nude. It was only somewhat true, but regardless it made her want to move out and start a life as an actual hippie some place where no one will find her. In a scramble, she grabs a dress from one of her clothes piles on the ground. She couldn’t be sure it was clean, but it certainly looked better than her other shit. Thankfully she spotted a coat on the rack behind her door. Mind you, mildly clashy, but better than nothing. 

“Abby?” She asks warily. Abby steps out of the barn, face bright red. 

“Still here Ma’am.” 

“Oh. Yes…good.” Clara says, mentally kicking herself at each word. Abby nods, words failing her too. 

“My…dad said he saw your ad. That…you stayed with two seperate families from a young age.” Abbys expression bears much interest, allowing Clara to take her time with what she's saying.

“They kept you on for years so you must be pretty good at what you do. Why’d you decide to take this job instead?” 

“Change of pace. Mr and Mrs Harkin are lovely people but, both well into retirement. It was their families farm and they had a lovely house up their when they were newly weds. Had their own jobs on the farm. I guess now that they’re older, they’re less able to enjoy the space. Plus Mrs Harkins has a lot of medicine she needs to refill and…well there ain't many hospitals nearby and if I do it every day the sheep don’t get fed and…well they’re movin in to their sons house.”

“Must have been a shame…” Clara offers, eyes drifting up and down the taller woman. Abby nods.

“Yeah. You know, I’m surprised you live out here. Most of em’ farmers are old folk or entrepreneurs.”

“My dad’s an entrepreneur. Sort of. He sells like IT to big companies. He leaves often for work trips.”

“Leaves you here? I can’t imagine many babysitters being willing to drive all the way out here when you were younger. Did you go with him?” Claras eyes soften and she shakes her head.

“My mum stayed with me. When she was alive.”

“Oh…Miss I’m so sorry.”

“Ah, don’t be. And yeah it is pretty lonely but, on the plus side, I can’t imagine painting in the nude being appropriate in whatever city you come from.” Abby laughs. 

“Utah.” Claras eyes widen. 

“Utah?” She nods with a smile that makes Claras whole body tingle.

“Salt lake city.” She explains. Clara nods.

Each breath that left the muscular woman seemed to ripple in the space between them, and Claras own breathing mirrored it, as if they’d fallen into a rhythm only the two of them understood.

“I hope the painting can still be salvaged.” Abby spoke after some time. Claras eyes widen. 

“What?” 

“Well, you kinda knocked it when you…”

“Yeah.” Clara interrupts, not needing the memory of her naked body being exposed to be rehashed. “Though I wouldn’t care if it was ruined. I’ve never been much into art. Too impatient. I paint when something drives me to. A feeling or something inspiring but, I’ve felt that less and less of late.”

“Hm.” Abby responds, examining Clara as if to squint in between the lines she had placed.

“If not art, then what? Surely a sweet thing like you has some big ambition. Art school maybe?”

Sweet thing like you. Repeated the voice in Claras head. Each word lingered in the air, thickening the atmosphere between them, drawing her in closer as if to shield her from the world. It was a delicate label, yet it bore an unexpected weight, making her feel seen in a way that both thrilled and unsettled her, like stepping into the sun after a long winter.

“Have I said something…?” Abby asks, her own nervousness becoming obvious as she talks. In truth she hadn’t expected such beauty. An old man and an already married daughter was what she had expected when Claras father had accepted the ad, not a scrawny, decently young man and his perfect fucking daughter. One who, from what Abby had seen on the balcony, had a physique that mirrored that of an angel itself. 

Fuck. Thought Clara at the realisation that she had no recollection of what Abby possibly could have asked her. 

“No…sorry I, what did you ask?” Abby smiles reassuringly. 

“I was just asking about your plans for the future, but…well I should probably get back to work. I’ve already wasted enough time as is just gettin’ you out here and…well I shouldn’t waste your time any longer.” Clara nodded shortly. 

“I’ll be in the house…my rooms just there if you need me.” She offers, stepping away from Abby this time.

***

It had been days without contact from her. Or at least, face-to-face contact. Clara had found herself on that balcony more often than ever. Waking up at dawn to the sound of tools being russled in the barn and the sheep making happy “baas” in response to Abby feeding them. She would look out and see her tending to the crops, sweat on her skin illuminated by the morning sun and bringing a colour that painted her like one of the finest artworks in creation. She had Claras mind coursing in ways that she would warrant was unhealthy. Daydreaming. Fantasising. There was a yearning that words couldn’t describe. 

She wouldn’t face her though. Their first conversation had an unspoken definitiveness to it. Like they would speak only as formalities when situations required them to. Plus it’s not like Clara had that kind of confidence. No, that kind of confidence was only discovered at the bottom of a bottle of alcohol most of the time, and thankfully her dad was away for yet another weekend trip, leaving his stash of expensive bourbon unattended to.

There was some point into her night where she had stumbled her way into the barn. It was her hiding spot when she was younger. Nothing much to do on a farm as a kid other than force your parents to play games, and now Clara found it offered her some comfort. She wasn’t sure exactly what she was looking for when she opened up those barn doors. A quiet place to chill out that wasn’t the same four walls of her room? Or was it Abby? She couldn’t be sure. 

Clara climbed up the ladder to the top level of the barn, heading over near the small window where a desk and a beanbag was. She clambered onto the beanbag, forming a small ball and closing her eyes. That was till the a haybale dropped, pulling an audible noise of shock from Clara. Abby gasped.

“Shit, fuck Clara?? Are you in here?” Clara simply laughs at the reaction.

“Calling me by my first name? Not very professional-profess?” She asks, continuing to stumble around. “I profess myself in banqueting to all the rout…”

“I…Miss I don’t-“

“It’s Shakespeare ‘Miss’ Anderson. You know, Cassius? Othello?”

“Oh.”

Clara’s voice, playful and teasing, had an ease about it that left Abby feeling unmoored and unsteady. She could barely keep up with what Clara was saying, but the mystery of it, the way her name sounded from Clara’s mouth, filled Abby with a raw, delicate ache.

“What are you doing in here?” Abby asks gently, walking over to the ladder. Clara shrugs.

“I live here. What are you doing in here? You know my dads away right? What if you were like a burglar who…burgled.”

“Are you drunk?” She asks, though the tone lacks any sort of accusation. Clara sighs. 

“Come, look at the stars with me.” She hums. Abby sratches the back of her neck. 

“Uh….well I really shouldn’t be…”

“Oh come on. You gonna leave a ’sweet thing like me’ up here by herself?” Abby laughs at her words, giving in and climbing effortlessly up the ladder.

“You can do that one handed? That’s hot.” Clara remarks. Abby just tilts her head with confusion. 

“What did you just say?”

“I said that out loud?” Clara asks with a tone of genuine confusion. “Oops.” Abby blushes as she sits on the floor beside her.

“You usually get drunk like this? Just you?” Abby inquires. Clara shrugs, her smile fading a little.

“That over there, that’s Saturn.” Clara explains, shifting a lot in the beanbag. Abby looks at her, surprised. 

“Saturn? You sure it’s not a star?”

“Nope. Saturn is m’most….mmm” Abby laughs, using her middle finger to push some hair out of your face.

“You’re so drunk.”

“Do you like me?” Clara asks, a rather sudden and drastic shift in both emotions and conversation. 

“Well, sure Miss you seem uh, real nice.” Abby says simply. 

“No I mean…you saw me. Naked. Did you like what you saw?”

“Wh- I…I wasn’t looking. Honest.” She states, parting the wisps of her blonde hair framing her face away from her eyes.

“Oh.” Clara replies, feeling the drunken urge to start bawling appear. 

“Why do you care what I think anyway?” Abby asks, noting her expression and relaxing her tone as she spoke. Clara shrugged.

“I’ve been alone a lot. Thought I liked it, but…I watch all’em mmm….romances and the sit coms…never once been desired like that. Or desired…” Her words trail off, as if Clara is on the verge of sleep. She quickly snaps back into it. 

“Anyway…I don’t know why I’m sayinallthis t’you. You’re…big…muscly…pretty. Sure you’ve had your fair sure of desir-ara-bles?” Abby laughs harshly at this.

“I think we should get you some water…”

“You didn’t answer my question.” Abby’s gaze softens, confusion clear.

“My apologies, Miss. What did you ask?”

“Don’t give me that. You saw me, even if you said you didn’t “look.” what’s wrong? Y’don’t like girls? Or do you just not like me??”

“Clara, it’s simply something I don’t want to talk about while you’re not sober enough to know what you’re saying. I think you’re very beautiful, but I don’t feel comfortable talking about how I…looked at your body without your consent.”

“Fine.” Clara says, unbuttoning her comfy red flannel. Abby gasps, immediately covering her eyes with her hands.

“Jesus, Miss-“

“I consent now, just look.”

“I’m not gonna-“ Abby starts to say, the corner of her eye betraying her as she sees the outline of a lace, purple bra.

“Wanna see something else?”

“NO- no just…wait here, I’m gonna get you a blanket mkay?” Abby stammers, getting up in a rush. A solid grip quickly stops her. 

“I’m sorry.” Clara says. Abby smiles softly, turning to look at her face, (as well as she could) with reassurance. 

“Don’t be. Being drunk alone is…well, I’ve done that once or twice should we say.” Abby says, kind blue eyes staring into Claras green. “Tomorrow morning we can talk as long as you like.”

“You’r staying here?” Clara asks, bewildered. Abby shrugs. 

“If you’ll have me.”

“Yes.” Clara responds at an embarassing speed.“Though we are in a barn, don’t you want to go to my room?”

“Miss, I’ve worked here less than two weeks. What would your father think if he finds me on your bed with you?” Clara rolls her eyes.

“Fine, but you better grab me that blanket.”

“Be right back, your highness.” Abby teased. 

Claras eyes drift closed in Abbys absence, hearing faintly the sound of her heading down the ladder. Even while in a state of almost sleep, she can still sense Abbys presence return beside her—the steady rise and fall of a chest, the delicate sigh of a  muscular and yet still soft form settling in. A stray strand of hair slips across her cheek, stirring as she breathes, and she reaches up with barely a thought, brushing it aside before realising she’s also touched the woman beside her. Their hands meet, fingers resting in a quiet, unplanned tangle.

That’s how they wake up, too. Clara, who is usually as opposite to a morning person as one could fathom, wakes up before Abby, feeling dehydrated and disorientated. She moves to get up before feeling a body. A muscular body that builds her with the fear of the reality that she hadn’t simply dreamt of coming onto Abby while in the comfort of her bed, but rather that she had done that, and that it was rather thick, barn air she was smelling.

“Fuck.” Clara cursed under her breath, waking the other girl who calmly rubbed her eyes. 

“Morning.” Abby says. 

Fuck.

[azsazz]

Dead by Dawn (Part 13)

Azriel x Cassian x Reader

Summary: Zombie!AU: It’s been a while since the end of the world.

Warnings: Blood, gore, injury, graphic depictions of violence, poly!relationship, slow burn, undead, death, mentions of cannibalism, SMUTTT

Word Count: 4,702

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12)

Notes: Sorry for the long wait but the time has finally cum

Also, this one is pretty gory, major tw for deceased children (they're not zombies tho)

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Day 194 Part 2

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“We are,” he answers, thumb stroking a soothing pattern across the exposed skin of your waist, calming you as if you might bolt away from them. “But that doesn’t mean there isn’t room for one more.”

“One more,” you echo, eyes bouncing from Cassian’s to Azriel’s, behind you. The shadow pressing you further into Cassian’s chest is as serious as you’ve ever seen him, nodding firmly. They want this. You want this. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” Azriel murmurs, meeting the lust filled gaze of his partner. Cassian’s deep hazel eyes are glued to your face though, primal and wanting painted clear as day. It makes Azriel's cock twitch in his pants.

Cassian continues, stroking a calloused thumb gently across your cheek. “We want you,” and there’s nothing but trust and truth sparkling within that look. You swallow roughly at the sight, at the low words that are nearly a growl of how much he wants you. “Do you want us?”

“Gods, yes,” you sigh, picturing what it will be like to have both of them in the same moment. Two men, complete opposites in personality, but have somehow found companionship in each other, in you. You’ve dreamt about the both of them together and the things they’ve done, but this time, the fleeting flash includes you too.

But there’s a part of you that’s still nervous. You crane your neck as best you can to meet Azriel’s blazing eyes, pupils dilated and fingers tightening on your hips as you give your attention to him. Only days ago he hated you, would take any opportunity to snap at you, but now…now he’s looking down at you like you’re the cure for this zombie-infested world. 

You’re looking for the confirmation that he wants this but it’s clearly written on his face, gold eyes glimmering, fingers stroking your sides in encouragement. If that wasn’t enough of an answer, the corner of his mouth curling upwards into a grin surely does the trick, your heartbeat fumbling at the sight of something you hardly often see.

Your body reacts to him as he leans down. You fist his freshly cut locks as  he abandons holding your waist to cradle your neck instead, guiding you to meet his lips halfway. Azriel’s fingers press lightly into your neck as he sweeps his tongue into your mouth with a groan, tasting you once more.

Cassian’s hands roam freely, one finding your own and he twines your fingers together and lets you hold him like a vice while Azriel lays claim to your mouth. He watches the both of you intensely, cock achingly hard in his pants as he does so. The sight of Azriel finally taking what he wants from you, demanding and in charge always arouses him, especially as he sees the pink of his tongue as it dips into your mouth.

His other hand slides beneath your shirt to palm at your breasts. You moan in response, bowing your back for him as those calloused fingers smooth across your pebbled nipples. It’s the perfect angle of your body to writhe back against the hot cock at your backside. Your underwear is already soaked with your arousal and your jeans are feeling much too constricting right now.

Cassian can’t decide where he wants to taste you first. He wants to run his tongue across your peaked nipples, suck on the soft flesh of them and leave a red mark of his own, but the exposed skin of your throat around Azriel’s fingers is too inviting not to pass up. He leans down to kiss at your neck and you gasp into Azriel’s mouth but he soothes his tongue over yours and you fall back into the kiss easily, enjoying the feeling of Cassian’s teeth grazing softly as both men press you closer between them.

The three of you take up the entire doorway of the small bathroom but none of you care. Until Cassian hits his elbow on the doorframe as he hastily pulls his shirt over his head to let your wandering hands roam the planes of his chest.

“Fucking shit,” he curses, clutching his elbow with a pout. He frowns and you can’t help but laugh, finally pulling away from Azriel and looking up at him through dazed eyes. You’d heard the sound of his bone hitting the wood and winced, accidentally biting down on Azriel’s lip in the process. Indeed, you spot his tongue swiping out to lap up a bead of blood from where you’d punctured his lip. Shooting him an apologetic look, Azriel only shrugs in response, grinning down at you.

“Hello, that hurt,” Cassian exclaims, drawing you away from your heated stare with Azriel. You blush, turning away but shift your hips back against his, as much as a silent apology and a ‘we’ll finish this soon’ motion you’re willing to give. 

The soft thrust he answers with has heat coiling low in your gut.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize, and are surprised by how gravelly your voice is with lust. Cassian’s eyes flash, the pout flattening as you give him your attention. “Want me to kiss it better?” 

He smirks, baring his canines, bumped elbow forgotten. He ducks his head, so close to you that his long lashes and lips brush against yours. 

“I know exactly what you can kiss,” Cassian says and doesn’t wait for an answer as he sweeps you into a kiss.

He doesn’t stop there, hauling you into his arms without detaching your lips makes you swoon, hands finding his hair and burying themselves deep. The kiss is animal, the raw need for you overtaking him completely. His chest is bare and you let your hands fall, exploring those broad shoulders covered in inky swirls, down the front of his chest. You wish he’d stripped you of your own shirt so you can press against him fully, bared and ready for his touch.

Azriel isn’t far behind, guiding the both of you in your ravenous states to the only room on the first floor. None of you care where you end up, as long as you’re all a writhing pile of bodies kissing and touching and fucking.

Cassian works at the button of your pants with one hand while Azriel tugs your shirt off from behind. His hands are like ice in the best way, light touches causing goosebumps to break out across your flesh as he pulls the fabric from your body.

Fingers dip into your undone pants, brushing across your clothed cunt and you cry out in pleasure, arching at the greedy touch, body falling back into Azriel’s, who catches you without trouble. He settles the both of you onto the bed, you between his legs as Cassian kneels over you, drinking the both of you in.

“Fucking perfect,” he mutters, eyes shining. A long moment passes, the man getting his fill of the two beacons in this hell infested world, feeling like he’s nearly whole again, but Cassian won’t get emotional, not right now when you’re half naked and thighs are spread wide for him to continue.

So he does, hands finding your skin first, followed by his mouth. Your chest heaves with pleasure as he works his way down, sucking a nipple into his mouth like he’s been waiting for, kneading the other in a large hand. Azriel’s stroking soothing patterns down your sides that do nothing to calm you down, only work you up more while he mutters filthily in your ear.

“Been thinking of all the ways we can take you,” he whispers, breath hot as you stare down at Cassian, working his way down your chest to the sensitive skin of your hips. You whimper at the words and the man dipping his fingers beneath the waistband of your underwear. “All of those positions, what you’ll do with my cock in your mouth and Cassian’s in your cunt, or me in your cunt and him in your ass…so many possibilities.” 

You swear you could cum by his words and Cassian’s touch alone, but the latter is peeling your pants down your legs, panties along with them and suddenly you’re bare and glistening for him and he’s grinning like a wolf.

“Azriel, help me out here, would you?” He asks and Azriel doesn’t have to be told twice. His hands hook beneath your knees, pulling your legs higher, exposing more of your cunt to Cassian.

You grapple for something to hold onto when Cassian dips down and licks a stripe up your cunt for his first taste. You settle on digging your nails into Azirel’s forearms, who’s mouthing at your neck, eyes pinned to the man slipping his tongue through your folds.

“Heavens above,” you gasp, hips already canting for more.

“And hell below,” Azriel adds breathily, watching the way Cassian’s mouth devours you. He’s suddenly all too aware that his cock is pinned between your body and his.

Fuck. It’s been so long that you can already feel the coiling of heat flushing through your gut. You want to cum desperately, and Cassian is more skilled than you thought, tongue fucking into you before he sweeps upwards, swirling around your sensitive clit with fervor while Azriel spreads your legs wider for him. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Cassian presses a finger into you, then two, curling them into your slick. They drag across your walls while he flicks your clit with his tongue, lathing over it in a slow lick that has your body bowing from the bed before he’s working you even faster now, fingers fucking into you while his mouth works its magic.

Your head collapses back on Azriel’s shoulder and he takes the opportunity to taste the sounds falling from your lips. As if by some telepathic agreement, Cassian’s free hand replaces Azriel’s, holding your legs spread for him while the man behind you snakes his hand down your front, tweaking your nipple at the same time Cassian nips at your swollen bud.

You cum with a cry that might have zombies swarming the property but you don’t care, not when you feel this good, their touch swallowing you as you fall off the edge of reality. Black dots your vision and your body shudders with the force of your orgasm, all for him, all for them. 

“Good girl,” Azriel says against your lips. You find the strength to bury your fingers in his hair, the other finding the back of Cassian’s neck as he rises from between your legs.

You think he’s going to kiss you, you want him to, want to thank him on your knees with his cock in your mouth, but instead he’s seeking out Azriel, sharing the taste of you with him with a groan that reverberates through your bones. Your breath hitches as you watch the both of them kiss, grunting softly as they battle for more with you pressed between them. 

Fuck, if they aren’t magnificent looking like that; pink tongues darting out to meet each other, red lips puffy with lust as they go. It makes you want to reach your hand down and touch yourself through it, the ethereal beauty of the men surrounding you.

Cassian is the first to break the kiss. He only pecks you on the lips with a murmur of appraisal that leaves you whimpering as he backs off of the bed, hands finding the button of his pants. Your mouth goes dry and Azriel is gently urging you off of him so he can join Cassian, who pauses his own work to help Azriel with his shirt.

Gods, you don’t know how they manage to stay in such shape though the end of the world. The cutting lines of Azriel’s hips emerge from beneath the black shirt Cassian’s slowly shoving up his body, as if he knows what a show is being displayed and wants to taunt you further. It’s hard to show you all of the angles Cassian wants to share but then there’s abdominals for days. You see matching swirling tattoos, the same ones that span across Cassian’s shoulders and then Azriel’s being led into a twist of his torso to show off the large wings tattooed on his back. Your breath catches in your throat at the intricacy of the needle work.

“Wow.”

Cassian smirks, running a large hand down the corded muscle of Azriel’s back, right across the wings. The latter shudders pleasurably in response and you tuck that information away for later. “I know right?”

He helps him with his pants, and Azriel’s scarred fingers tug Cassian’s down in one fell swoop, throbbing cocks bobbing upwards as they’re released from their confines. A heated glance passes between them before they’re finally turning towards you in all of their glory for you to feast upon.

“I haven’t had sex in ages,” you breathe, drinking in the long lengths of them. Gods, they’re so big and ready for you, pearls of precum at the tips and standing at attention. “I’ll have to work up to the both of you.”

Azriel chokes and Cassian groans your name, planting his hands on either side of you, forcing you to look up at him with those wide eyes. 

“We don’t ever expect you to have to take us both at the same time,” his voice is rough, strained. “But fucking hearing you say it makes me want it so badly. And if you want it someday, we’re more than willing to fill you with your needs.”

Your exhale is ragged as you picture the three of you together. Yes, yes, you want both of them inside of you, if not today, then when you have more time, when you’re more prepared, when you’re clean and familiar again with the act of sex. 

You nod because you don’t trust your voice right now. Cassian gives you a reassuring smile as Azriel climbs up onto the bed with both of you.

“Cass, at the head of the bed, please,” Azriel grunts, unable to take his eyes off of you. You feel much the same, even when Cassian wrenches Azriel’s head up with a sharp hand and kisses him harshly before doing as told. He settles himself against the headboard, hands propped behind his head looking oh-so ready for what’s about to come.

You find yourself more than ready for whatever direction the dark haired man is about to give you too.

“There you go,” he guides you gently to your hands and knees so you’re face to face with a smiling Cassian. His gaze softens as Azriel puts you where he wants you, reaching a hand out to stroke softly down your cheek, a question in his eyes.

You nod, more than eager to join them. You open your mouth to speak but Azriel’s brushing his fingers through your soaked folds and your arms nearly give out at the touch.

“All ready for me,” he nearly sounds like he’s in disbelief to have you on your hands and knees for him, ready for the taking. You peer over your shoulder to catch the bright golden eyes, the way they’re devouring you whole while he strokes his cock. 

“Please,” you exhale and he looks up. “Please.”

Azriel agrees and your breath sticks in your chest at the hot press of his tip, guiding himself into you with a groan. “So fucking tight,” he pants, and you have no response as he inches in.

Your arms are shaking so badly that you don’t think you’ll be able to hold yourself up. Cassian’s hands find your biceps, curling around and helping steady you. You thank him with a pleading look and he’s the only thing keeping you up as Azirel’s hips meet yours and you rock forward.

“It’s okay,” Cassian assures you, helping you down to your elbows. You’re face first with his cock, resting thick and hot against his lower abs. You want to take it in your mouth, want to taste him the way he tasted you. 

So you do.

On the pull of Azriel’s hips you fist Cassian’s cock, the both of them moaning deep and low. Azriel curses at the feeling of your warm walls around him, slick with excitement and pleasure while you drag the beading pearlescent precum down Cassian’s large shaft. You’re nearly drooling for him and his hands find your hair, sweeping it up into a fist as you guide your head down to taste.

He’s too big to fit all the way down, and your jaw stretches uncomfortably, but Cassian doesn’t seem to mind any of it. His head falls back against the headboard and the muscles of his stomach tighten as he tries to keep his hips from bucking into the wet cavern of your mouth.

Azriel doesn’t hold himself back, canting his hips into yours with a thrust that has you choking on Cassian’s cock. The weight of him in your mouth and Azriel at your backside is a type of safety you didn’t think you’d ever feel again, not when you’re running for your life on the daily from an unstoppable disease and those who have suffered with it.

But all of that is flushed from your mind as Azriel’s hands encircle your hips, holding you in place while he fucks into you. Cassian’s cock in your mouth is like silk and you can’t help yourself but to run your tongue up and down, swirling around as you manage to force your weight onto one arm to have a free hand to wrap around the rest of him.

“Gods,” Cassian pants, and he wants to squirm, to take your jaw in hand and shove himself deeper inside of you. You’re on par with how Azriel takes care of him, though your hand is smaller and more delicate as it draws pleasure from your touch. “You’re incredible.”

And you’re thinking the exact same thing about the both of them. Azriel's hand slides into the dip of your back, encouraging you to arch deeper for him. You do with pleasure and he growls as he sinks deeper, moves faster because the feeling is bubbling within him, about to spill over.

“Fucking perfect,” he repeats Cassian’s words from before because it’s the only statement he can remember and the only one that can describe the look and feel of you. “So fucking perfect.”

You whimper but it’s cut off by Cassian’s cock, no longer able to hold himself back when you’re doing such a good job with him. His hands find your cheeks, guiding you in all of the ways that he needs to finish, saying your name like a prayer.

You melt into the sheets when Azriel’s hand snakes around your front, straight to your clit, working you with frenzied strokes. It’s everything, exactly what you wanted when you pictured the three of you together, a mess of limbs and noises and fluids that none of you want to step away from.

Cassian cums with a shout, trying to lift your mouth from his cock. But you want him to cum in your mouth, you want to taste his musk as badly as you want to cum yourself, which you don’t have to wait for because Azriel’s fingers are like magic, drawing it from you like he’s known how to all along.

The man at your back talks you through it, the both of you, but the words are jumbled and you can’t make them out through the blinding haze of your second orgasm. All you hear are his curses as your cunt clenches tightly around him before he’s pulling out and there’s wet smearing across your back as he cums.

Time seems to slow as the three of you catch your breath. Your eyes are shut tight, body tired with the effort, using Casisan’s thick thigh as a resting place for your head as he strokes your hair softly. The taste of him is fresh on your tongue and you savor it, shuddering as fingers brush through the cum spattered on your back and hums of appreciation follow. 

“You want a taste, pretty girl?” Cassian asks, offering you some of Azriel’s cum on his fingers. You open your mouth, humming with pleasure at the taste of both of them on your tongue, too tired to even open your eyes.

The rest of the world falls from under you as you slip into a peaceful sleep.

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“What are you doing?” Azriel asks, finding you in the pantry sometime later, sorting through the items abandoned in there.

You look up to find him in his pants again, hair ruffled from sleep and from when you’d run your fingers through it. Your cheeks heat and he smirks, crossing large arms over his chest as he leans against the doorway, caging you in.

“Looking to see if any of this is still edible,” you sigh, pulling out a can of what Azriel thinks used to be peaches, but now looks like a jar of what might have started the apocalypse in the first place. “Want some?”

“Gods, no,” he responds with a shake of his head. “I’m not that desperate. Not yet, anyways.”

“So it’s settled,” you give him a cheeky grin, “I’ll keep them in my bag until you are that desperate.”

Azriel rolls his eyes, much fonder than all of the other times you’ve seen him make the same face. “And you’ll be crying when I’m eating those lovely peaches and you’ve got nothing.” He huffs, settling down on his haunches to help you in your search.

“Peaches?” you ask, genuinely confused. “I thought they were nectarines.” You examine the jar closely.

“Semantics.”

Azriel doesn’t do much to aid your search, but it’s because the house doesn’t have much of anything left. The company is nice though, and you don’t mind the comfortable silence between the both of you as you work.

By the time you’ve filtered through everything left, you’ve found one can of chili, and one very old hard candy that you let Azriel have. It stains his mouth blue and you find yourself crawling into his lap to suck the flavoring off his tongue.

Cassian finds you in that compromising position when he wakes from his own nap. His limp is nearly gone and he’s fully dressed, grinning like a wolf when he sees the both of you, but it quickly morphs into a full blown pout when he sees Azriel’s blue lips.

“You found candy and didn’t share? We share everything else, what the fuck?”

He can only be consoled by kisses from the both of you and a promise that he gets the next candy.

They both join you on your quest, picking apart each room carefully, finding little knick-knacks here and there to amuse yourselves with. You watch the delicate way Azriel looks at things, picking them up and examining them before setting them back exactly where they’d come from if he doesn’t deem them useful. Cassian is a lot more carefree with the process, breaking a lamp after accidentally bumping into the small table while rooting through the drawers.

You, on the other hand, can’t help but to look at the photos splayed across the top of the dresser. It’s a family of six, the mother and father gathering their children up in their arms in a way that was clearly instructed by the photographer, all of them wearing genuine smiles nonetheless.

It makes your chest ache a little.

There are some clothes upstairs in the closets that haven’t totally been eaten through by moths and other bugs, Cassian tossing the ones you deem fit for travel down the stairs to refold and pack again later.

The basement is the final place for inspection. It’s cold and empty down there, the carpet damn beneath your feet. It looks as if it had been renovated right before the apocalypse, because it’s complete but there’s a lack of furniture, nothing but the books on the lone built-in shelves.

You find interest anyway, looking at the spines for something that might look interesting. Who knows what you’ll need to resort to to pass the time until Rhys and Feyre get back? 

After a few minutes of looking, Cassian is bored of pretending like this interests him and lets his eyes wander from the stacks of novels.

He squints, backing up because the shelf itself looks weird, he realizes, and he notices the gap next to it. One that shouldn’t be there unless–

“I think it’s a door, you guys,” he says quietly. You share a look with Azriel and Cassian shines his flashlight into the crack. Sure enough, he sees hinges.

“Stand back and be ready,” Azriel murmurs to you, and you heed his warning, face stone cold and serious as you unsheath the knife at your belt.

The bookshelf pulls out with a loud groan of protest and Cassian shines his light around quickly but nothing jumps out at the three of you, a good sign. There’s a big metal door in front of you instead, and Azriel deems it a bunker door or sorts.

“Looks like these people were prepared,” Azriel compliments, assessing the door.

“Do you think there’s anyone inside?” Cassian asks, and the two share a look.

“Only one way to find out.”

There’s an unsettled feeling curling in your stomach but they’re already prying the door open, muscles straining with the effort.

“Fuck,” Cassian hisses, all of you throwing your arms over your noses and mouths at the smell that leaks through the room, momentarily letting your guard down from the stench alone. The smell is one of the worst things you’ve ever experienced and you know that they should close the bunker back up right now.

It’s bright in there, and there must be lights powered by the solar panels on the roof, but the sight inside is Gods awful.

The first thing Cassian notices is the walls.

Deep scratches in the concrete, looking like something inhuman. There’s crimson dried dark blood, he picks up on quickly, and he shudders at the message ‘Sorry’ written there in big, sloppy letters.

He doesn’t want to look down.

Azriel finds himself frozen to his spot, bile rising in his throat. There’s bones covered by decaying flesh, sunken and withered. So many too, and it makes him sick.

But there’s still one that looks like he died more recently. The father, he supposed, blood around his lips and what he thinks is a hand being held in black-decayed fingertips. There’s a bullet hole in his head, too, free hand clutching a copy of the exact picture you’d looked at earlier.

You can’t move.

“Oh, Gods,” you gasp, before you’re spinning on your heel and leaving the room. Cassian and Azriel can hear you vomiting loudly from where they’re stuck in the door.

Cassian averts his eyes from the cannibal father in front of him and comes to your side, Azriel shutting the heavy door behind him. He doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to sleep again. He shoves the bookshelf back into its place but the stench still sears his nostrils.

You can’t stay here.

You’re shaking like a leaf in Cassian’s arms, curled up on yourself as much as you were this morning and had been sleeping peacefully. Cassian has moved you away from where you’d been sick on the carpet, trying to soothe your shaking with a sad look in his eyes.

They need to get you away from here. And quickly.

“C’mon,” he murmurs, running a hand over your hair before letting Cassian help you up the stairs. You lean heavily against him and are slow moving to the first floor, tears streaming down your face silently.

Cassian hates himself for even finding the bunker.

“We’ll wait for Rhys and Feyre out here,” Azriel announces, but his voice is low and almost broken. You’re outside of the house, sitting on the front stairs with Cassian. He’s pulled you into his lap and runs his fingers down your back in a soothing motion, allowing you to bury your head into his neck while he whispers soothing words into your ear. “They’ll be back soon.”

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[bluewhitehues]

Hug | Kim Mingyu

Summary: You secretly like your bestfriend chan,he has no idea and sets you up on a blind date with his friend and hyung Mingyu.

Genre: Angst? (Little bit), comfort, strangers to lovers, fluff

Pairing : Idol Kim Mingyu × (f) reader

Warning: mentions of anxiety

Part 5

You've been doing just work, work and work everyday. Going to work at 10AM, coming home till 6:30PM, then preparing dinner, eating it and sleeping that's your daily routine.

You're a person who always overthink and worry about things and your anxiety doesn't help at all.

So, you can't help but be nervous about meeting Mingyu again like what if you embarrass yourself? Cause you tend to do that a lot,you feel awkward until you get close and comfortable enough with that person. You're an introvert who needs their time before showing them the real you , so you're always on the edge when things are new.

Well good for you, Mingyu being the friendly, super extrovert and the cutest hyperactive puppy he's, he's perfect for you, someone you need in your life, he's gonna make it so much easier for you and you're about to discover all of that.

You're on your bed scrolling through social media.

Other than Chan you're pretty close with Seungkwan and then Seokmin. So it doesn't surprise you when Seungkwan texts you.

Seungkwanieee : So I heard you're seeing someone 👀👀

You : You heard wrong then😒

Seungkwanieee: come on you don't need to deny it, it's not like we will be against it or something.

You: But Kwannnn... we are just trying to be friends there's nothing more.

Seungkwanieee: Well you gotta start somewhere, don't you ..just go with it, if you want to be friends then be friends.. don't have to pressure yourself,..okay?

You: You're the best you know that 😭🥺🫂thank you ,no one said that to me..

Seungkwanieee: Always cutie 🤝🏻🫂

Seungkwanieee: Also you can talk to me about it whenever you want, if it's bothering you I'm here for you ok?  And I won't tell a single soul so you don't have to worry about that.

You: You're going to make me cry stopppp😭 only your big bear hug can cure me now ..when are we meeting???????????

Seungkwanieee: Hahahaha sureee anytime free hugs for you ❤️...we can meet right now if you want??

You: oh did you have dinner?

Seungkwanieee: I did... but if you're bringing the food you made I'm always hungry for thatt😍😋

You: 😭😂😂how did you guess I was asking because of that.. well yes I've food that too the one you'd love ..my homeland food

Seungkwanieee: Now I can't say if I'm waiting eagerly for you or your food😭 comee fasttt, chan is also here at my place

You: Okayyyy no food for him tho

Seungkwanieee: ofcourse I wasn't going to give him anyway

You laugh at that ,Boo Seungkwan- Lee chan and their banters.

It's 8PM and you're not going to bother getting ready or putting on the make-up it's your friends anyway. A black hoodie and blue baggy jeans that's your ootn .

You booked an uber, Seungkwan and Jeonghan's place was hardly half an hour away.

You reach there and knock on their door, which chan opens for you ..teasing you the instant he saw you ..

"Ohhoo you missed me that much,as soon as hyung said I'm here you came here? come on we just saw each other 3days back" he says with playful eyes and fake pout.

You scowl at him, swatting him on side of his head, out of your way. "Get out of my way I'm not here for you."  "SEUNGKWANNNN" you call out to him.

You're looking for him when chan spots the food in your hand and tries to steal it , you're trying to stop him not letting him take it, screaming at him when Seungkwan comes .."Seungkwan help he's trying to steal your food." You say still fighting with chan.

You give the food quickly to seungkwan which he takes and scolds chan saying "It's mine she brought it for me"

Chan whines,"But it seems enough for 2 people plus we already ate ,we can share ,you guys are purposely doing this to me"

"Oh damn, thought your dumb ass won't get it,but yes that's what we're doing" you say while seungkwan snickers.

Chan huffs at you two. While seungkwan says opening his arms wide, "You come here "

You smile ear to ear looking at him going to hug him. He pats your back, giving you the warmest hug ever. Then he ushers you to sit beside him on the couch.

Chan then says in a pout, "wah I didn't even get a hug you greeted me by hitting me."

"Well you deserved it." You make faces at him he huffs at you.

Meanwhile Seungkwan is eating the food you brought,"oh my god what did you put in this, why is it so delicious" he's literally eating in awe, hurriedly, while his eyes are round fixed on the food.

"Really ? That good? ...thank youuu I'm glad you like it .. please eat a lot."

Then you put some in a plate and give it to chan, he smiles sheepishly at you "I was waiting, I knew you will give it to me. "

Well ofcourse you'll, you were just teasing him before.

You smile at him "yeah eat well, also there's dessert here, I'm sure you'll like it,it's my favourite one I always make it."

"Woah you make dessert as well ? You really do work hard ,meanwhile there's us eating takeouts and ramyeon" seungkwan says amusingly.

You laugh, "well I do that as well, but you can't help but make it when you miss your homemade food . And the dessert lol I have this weird habit , I've to have something sweet while eating or after eating that's why I always have something sweet prepared."

"Woah that's amazing" says seungkwan.

"Y/n omg you really are such a great cook you can't blame me when I crash at yours for dinner " says chan while munching the food.

You say," well I don't mind but dude inform me beforehand, I don't always have extra food prepared and then you eat all of it"

Jeonghan comes out of his room because of the chaos. Then he spots you, "oh y/n, hiii ,didn't know you were here ..what's up how have you been " he asks giving you a smile.

You smile back at him, " Hey jeonghan I'm good how are you?"

"I'm good, I'm good" he says while taking a seat beside chan.

They finish eating, Chan brings beers from fridge, for you all. You're drinking while seungkwan is telling you something funny that happened today, how chan was doing something cool but ended up making fool of himself.

Doorbell rings and chan goes to the door.

"-and then there was silence for a minute and then everyone burst out laughing." You're laughing loudly, a genuine laugh bubbles out of you while saying,

"oh my god he's such such a clown.. godddd -"

You stop suddenly when you noticed who chan came in with.

It's seungcheol and there stands Mingyu beside him looking all surprised .

Well it's a pleasant one for him, but you, you stop talking and just look shocked.

His heart skips a beat when he spots you, and yours can't stop beating fast. You're both looking at each other,when Seungcheol speaks,"oh hey y/n ..and are y'all having a party without us, should've waited for us "

You say hii to him, Then jeonghan speaks ,"You're early I thought you said you'll come till 11?"

"Well we finished early " seungcheol says shrugging.

And suddenly you feel nervous among so many people.

Jeonghan and cheol go inside saying they planned to do a weverse live together .You feel a little relieved at that. And also tf is wrong with you , why are you thinking about your appearance you were fine until now, is it mingyu ? You care about how he sees you,you wanted to look good infront of him? oh my god why..you shrug off those thoughts quickly.

And you manage to give a smile to Mingyu.

He smiles back saying, "heyy...this is a very pleasant surprise-"

"Yeah which I didn't plan" chan says with a scared expression putting his both hands up.

You huff and Mingyu snorts at him.

"Calm down, I didn't say anything" you say.

" Hyungg try this y/n brought it, she made it ,it's really good" seungkwan says passing mingyu the dessert container.

Mingyu takes it curiously "Oh really"

"Oh my god-"  he looks up after eating, mouth open,eyes wide.

"You made that?? It's really really good."

You nod at him saying "thank you."

A few minutes pass, they are talking and are involving you as well, you talk a little.

Mingyu keeps stealing glances at you, wishing for those two to leave you two alone.

Unknowingly you're stealing glances at him as well.

You notice the time it's getting late,you need to sleep, there's work tomorrow, so you say , "ok I'll go now, you guys carry on, I'll see you later..."

"Oh wait I'll drop you off" chan says getting up.

Seungkwan stops him "Hello genius you can't ,we had drinks just now if you forgot"

"Oh shit yeah" says chan.

"It's ok I'll book uber, it's not that far anyway-"

Chan cuts you off, "no you're not going anywhere alone at this time-"

"It's ok I can drop you, I know your address as well" Mingyu says casually with a hint of mischief in the last part.

And tf is wrong with your face ,you're not blushing are you and your heart is at it again.

You open your mouth to deny but he cuts you off-

"Nuh-uh I'm not taking no for an answer, it's ok I can drop you off ,let's go"

There's chan trying to supress his big smile but failing so bad and seungkwan also has a mischievous smile on his face.

You sigh internally. Chan gives you a hug telling you to take care, seungkwan also hugs you. You bid them bye and go with Mingyu.

He's driving when he says, "It's like God wants us to meet don't you think ? "

"Um not sure about that, I think you somehow you found out I'm there and that's why you came early ."

He can see that you're teasing him you're trying to supress your smile.

"Heyy" he says scoldingly

"Sorry,sorry I'm just kidding" you laugh at him.

He whines ,"Not you toooo, you know literally everybody teases me all the time."

"I knowww" you laugh again.

He gives a scandalised expression, "what do you mean you know?  don't tell me you've watched our videos."

"I might have" you say, a big smile on your face.

He groans," ughh that's embarrassing."

"No, it's not, I think they tease you because they love you. Personally teasing is my love language"

At that, He looks at you at the speed of light, raising both of his eyebrows

"What?" You ask confused.

"You are saying you're using your love language with me? Does that mean you like me?" He's looking at the road ahead lowkey smirking.

He thinks he's too smart, isn't he. No matter how much you're freaking out, you won't back down from a challenge. So you say, "What if I do? "

He almost hits a car, his eyes popping out of the sockets looking at you.

"You can't just do that what if I caused an accident" he whines.

You laugh at him , "well you started it."

He tries to supress his smile,"You're a dangerous one aren't you"

"You're provoking me ..you don't want me answer you back rn, trust me then you'll whine again if you hit something "

Mingyu's heart is beating fast, even missing a few beats.

"Why what will you say? " He asks voice small.

"I'm not telling"

"That's not fair"

"No that was no filter me it just came out of nowhere"

"Now I'm real curious"

"Keep on being curious then" you laugh at him.

"Ugh you're insufferable" he's smiling while saying it tho .

You tell him to pull over when you spot a convience store near your apartment.

"Wait here I'll be back quickly" you tell him through the window before running inside the store.

He chuckles muttering a "cuteee" .

You come back with two icecreams in your hand and give one to him.

He furrows his eyebrows," thank you but what is this for"

"Um just because..I thought I'd give you a treat " you shrug.

He gives you a big smile, "wait you're not bailing me on Sunday ,are you?" He asks teasingly

"No why I would I, I still owe you that one." You tell him.

"Hmm good " he says while giving you cute little smile.

And when he drops you at home , and when you're trying to sleep, all you can think about is the moments between you and Mingyu. And his gorgeously beautiful smile.

And you're like ..what's happening to me ??? I met seungkwan and chan as well we had fun too, why am I thinking about him only.

Needless to say his smile is the only thing you see before closing your eyes, and after opening them the next morning and the day after that and the day after that....

Part 6

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a/n: Will love it if you guys leave a feedback or something.<3

Also IT'S OUR BABY CHAN'S BIRTHDAY 🎂🎈 HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO HIM, GIVE HIM LOTS OF LOVE❤️

[stvrnfilmss]

Momma house

chris!hockey player x reader!volleyball player

Summary: You and chris had always just been friends until one day you find yourself on his couch being more than just friends.

Warnings: NSFW!!!! MINORS DNI !

You and chris have been friends for a long time now and you started gaining feelings for him about a month ago. You've always tried to hide it but you can't help yourself but stare at him once in a while.

You get in your car after practice to go pick chris up since you guys are going out to get froyo. "Hey, nice fit" he says jokingly while he gets in the car. " I didnt have time to change, shut up" you snap back at him.

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When you guys get there and pay for your food you go to sit down on a little bench outside of the shop. You admire chris as he eats his froyo, wishing it was you instead. "What the fuck are you looking at?" chris says snapping you out of your trance. "Sorry I wasn't looking at anything" you say in embarrassment.

When you guys finish eating you get back in your car and drive chris home. "Hey why don't you stay home with me my parents aren't home and nick and matt are out for most of the day. I don't wanna be alone. Plsss" he begs. "Sure I don't have much to do today anyways" you say.

As you guys enter the house you suddenly have a massive headache. "Hey chris do you have any advil?" you say waiting for a response. "Why? What's wrong?" he says worried. "Its nothing I just have a huge headache, don't know why" you say. "You know what I heard cures headaches?" he says hoping you know the answer. "Let me guess, head?" you say sounding annoyed. "Chris this isn't time for no jokes I actually need advil"

"I'm not joking" You look at him confused not taking in fully what he just said.You thought this was finally your time to shoot your shot at him. You just completely forgot about the advil and said "Well I don't believe you so prove it to me" He didn't fully register what you had just said until he saw the look of lust in your eyes. He could tell you've been waiting for this moment.

"Go lay down on the couch then and I'll show you some proof." And of course you take his orders and lay down on the couch. He comes towards you and says "Can you take this off for me beautiful." You do as he says and whimper at the feeling of the cold air hitting your soaking wet cunt.

"Can I?" You nod your head. "Use your words darling" Even though you could barely form a sentence you still tried your best to answer him. "Y-yes" He took that as he a sign that you were ready and without warning he imediatly runs his tounge between your folds, circling your clit slowly. "Chriss" A loud desperate moan echoes through out the room. You feel his fingers tickle up the back of your thighs until they can't go any farther. His veiny hands sink into your ass, squeezing them as he sucks your clit into his mouth in a way that makes you feel like your in heaven.

"Such a good slut" you can feel his words vibrate throughout your body and it makes you jolt foward. He laughs knowing he's making you feel amazing. Your already a wreck and it hasn't been 5 minutes yet. You try to get a glance at his handsome face then realize you can't because it's buried pretty deep between your legs.

Sinking your hands into his hair for something to hold on to, a satisfied groan rumbles in his throat and you feel a familiar knot start to form in your stomach. His pace increases as he adds a finger making you moan like crazy.

The feeling in your stomach is building, your hands tug harder at his hair trying to give him a sign that your close. "Chris" you whimper. "Chris i'm going to come"

"Be a good girl and come all over my face" Before you could even react your juices flow out of you and you can't help but scream. He removed his finger and mouth and looks up at you with a smirk on his face as he sucks his fingers into his mouth, not once breaking eye contact.

"You did so good" You didn't know what to say. You were in a state of shock. "I'm going to go to the bathroom, grab a towel to get you cleaned up" What had just happened? Your mind was filling with thoughts and you got so embarrassed and anxious. You hurried up got dressed and grabbed your things before chris could come back and catch you. You get in your car and just keep driving home without a clue of what you just did.

That's it!!! This is my first fic so I hope you guys liked it. I know it's short and a lot of it may be bad but that may be because english isn't my first language and i'm still learning. But I hope you guys liked this and let me know what i should fix!!

[ronn-uuu]

Stay up for me?

I made a part 2 for y’all bitches!! 😁 I hope you y’all enjoy!! 🫶🏾

|Part 1|

Summary: It’s been 4 weeks since the music incident with Steven. You’ve been trying to talk to your neighbor(s) to befriend ‘him’ but he’s never there. One day you hear him through the walls one night and decide this is your chance.

Pairing: Marc x Reader (heavily), Steven x reader and Jake x reader.

You were laying on your bed with your phone in hand reading some random stuff (like you are now.) trying to cure some sort of boredom or need inside of your chest. Your mind wondered onto the neighbor, the one you met about a month ago, you kinda wanted to see him again. Your attempts to talk to him always failed. He was never home and when he was you were out. One time you passed him without realizing it, he was leaving and you were heading to your Flat. You walked right past him no words at all. You didn’t realize he might be your neighbor until you were trying to fall asleep.

You huffed in embarrassment, you really missed your chance and you don’t know when—

Muffled speaking cut your self loathing. You looked at the wall next your bed, waiting to see if you were just hearing things.

“We need to talk to Khonshu about these hell of hours, yeah?” Muffled through the thin wall. It took you 5 seconds to hop off your bed put some pants on, slip your fluffy boots on, and clean yourself up in the mirror. It was embarrassing how quickly you changed emotions, your looks and self esteem just for a guy who knocked on your door a month ago. Though you didn’t care, you wanted to finally speak to him. The very pretty Steven Grant was home and you just had to shoot your horrible shot.

You closed your front door and walked next door. Your heart was going so fast and I you were literally beaming, like a kid who just got praised for something. You knocked softly after fixing your hair one last time.

Marc was currently in control, he got them home and cleaned them up. The month after meeting you was full of them running around meeting up with Layla, protecting people, artifacts, and people. Their sleep schedule was totally fucked, once steven finally fell asleep and in the same minute Jake woke up and went out to go fight crime. They had an altar meeting after waking in a dark alley bloody, bruised and still in the suit.

Marc sighs as he feeds Gus 2.0 since Steven will never let Marc get away will killing the original Gus. Just when he was beginning to start his horrendous sulking he heard a knock.

“Who could be awake at this hour?” Steven questioned.

“Who knows,” Jake replied. Marc walked towards the door and opened it. None of them would have thought it would be the pretty neighbor from next door, Marc should have given the body to Steven but Marc didn’t give him an ounce of control. His eyes racked over your frame. You looked so snug in that fluffy faux fur jacket and those fluffy boots, he couldn’t help but think you looked cute.

“Hey Steven!” You exclaimed. You were excited to meet him again but hearing a name that wasn’t his but his altar’s made him jealous.

“Hey, it’s been awhile,” Marc says. You notice his accent was American, his features were more rougher, and he stood more confident than when you last saw him. Maybe it’s because last time you saw him, he was tired. But he changes accents when he’s tired…?? You shoved the thought of it down. Maybe he’ll tell you one day.

“Yes it has. I’ve been trying reach you for a while,” you admitted. Marc smiled, you we’re trying to reach them and it won't be the first and definitely not last time he cursed khonshu. He could have been spending his time with you but he knew deep down that lives would have lost so he kept the cures to a minimum.

“Really?” Marc smuggly asked. Steven was partying in their mind., their neighbor literally sought for them after the music incident. This was the close he got for someone showing interest in him. Jake praised him for it too.

“Yes, steven,” you said as you playfully roll your eyes. Marc would be lying if he didn’t say ant to tell you everything… First with his DiD. That he was Marc Spector and not Steven, but one thing held him back. Rejection. If you reject him even the slightest about his identity he’ll never feel alive again. His mind is already ‘broken’ enough.

"I should have asked this when I knocked on your door. What's your name, sweetheart?" Marc asked looking down at you. You smiled and told him your name before he parriot it back to you with such softness, like it was a delicate flower. Your eyes soften towards him, if he keeps saying your name like that you'll never let him go. Their mind was filled with steven and Jake repeating it.

“Hey I’m thinking of getting a late night snack… want to come?” You ask and ‘steven’ nods. You smiled widely that would have your cheek bones hurting for a bit.

[ursae-minoris-world]

20 questions for fic writers

Tagged by @starlightvld- thank you!!! ☺️

1. How many works do you have on A03? 42! (neat!)

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 140,503!

3. What fandoms do you write for? Mostly vld. I have a Good Omens fic and always want to write more and a few fandom that I'm tempted to write for, but I'm still very much in vld.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? - Breaking point (vld, sheith) ; A little mouse told me (vld, sheith); Flowers and Blood (vld, sheith); A cure to loneliness (Good Omens, ineffable husbands)

This gets long so I'm adding the rest under a read more!!

5. Do you respond to comments? Yes! I do! Sometimes I can take a little long but I really enjoy talking with my readers!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Just a call... (vld, gen) I think! It's an open ending, but it ends up on a frustrating note (which was the point).

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Oh man, they almost always have a happy or at least hopeful ending. Let's go with A little mouse told me (vld, sheith).

Oh, hey, fun anecdote! Someone commented on Stay with me (vld, sheith) to tell me it was the 200,000th work in the "happy ending" tag! They had just witnessed the tag going up to that number with my fic!

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not so far, thankfully. (Happened once on fanart though, but it was just one dumb comment by an anti).

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I haven't so far, I'm not really interested in writing it (never say never, though!).

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? Well, I did 2 fairly recently for a crackship event! It was loads of fun. The craziest might be A Mysterious French Chef, which started as a Hunk&Remy idea, but ended up involving Hunk, Allura and the space mice for vld, and Linguini, Colette, and Remy for Ratatouille, and everyone interacting pretty significantly. I really loved mashing the 2 universes, and for something that started as a "crack" idea, it ended up working surprisingly well!!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of. I've had some original (anonymous) poems that I cowrote with a friend plagiarized down to using our actual pseudonym, but that wasn't in fandom or even online!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? I don't think so.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes! Five times Shiro broke the rules, and one time Keith did with VirdisDrachen (vld, Shiro&Keith). It's based on a roleplay. Other than that, while it's mostly an artist+writer big bang collaboration, I think Square_Orange and I did discuss the plot a fair amount for Let It Snow! (vld, sheith).

I also have 2 fics that are remixes of other people's work, done for the sheith remix event : When you lived! (the “Enormous, within your small hands” remix) inspired by a fic by @annaofaza, and High Score! (the “I want us forever” remix) inspired by a fic by Tragedy_Machine.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? To no-one's surprise: sheith.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I am fairly good at finishing my wips, even if I do have some stuff that has been waiting for a while. I still have my notes about Keith grieving Shiro between s2 and s3 and how the team tried to support him and each other but how things became tense, that I wrote just after s3 aired! I still hope to get to it one day!

There's also the collab with VirdisDrachen tbh because we dropped the rp after a while and I wouldn't finish this alone. So I'm afraid this one will stay as is.

16. What are your writing strengths? I think I'm good with dialogues and characterization? Themes like friendship, found family are my jam, too. Of course it's subjective.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I am learning, but action and fight scenes are *hard*. (But I also love them? haha). On the exact opposite side, stories with very low stakes are sometimes hard to write, when it's just 100% fluff and no conflict, unless it's like, a short scene... It's easier with some emotional or romantic build up (ex mutual pining > getting together) but otherwise I really have to *think* to plot the fic. I'm so used to stories centered around conflict (in the literary sense, including inner conflict, not necessarily an actual fight).

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I agree with @starlightvld that if it's a language that I'm not personally fluent in, I'd look for a native speaker who might want to help or avoid it. Except maybe for conlangs, like Sindarin or Klingon. Although if I ever write in a fandom with something like that, I would f*cking love to get insight from one of these people who actually studied them and are fluent. In a more general way, I'd be cautious that it actually brings something to the story, that it makes sense to use the language that way, and to do it in a way that doesn't confuse readers too much (unless I am purposefully writing for those who know the language, I guess). I will say that I do love different languages to be aknowledged, like for vld fics that actually dig into the paladins having different languages, and the Galra and Altean also, and so on (ex fics where they have universal translators and then there are issues when they break or they can't rely on them for whatever reason).

19. First fandom you wrote for? Voltron! My first fic was a Hunk-centric gen fic, While some count sheep, and I'm still really fond of it!

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? Oh, that's hard, I like them all for different reasons. I do enjoy Carry me away for the sheith saving each other vibes. A little mouse told me (sheith written from the space mice pov) was such a fun exploration! Honestly, the most kudosed ones in question 4 are all fics I am proud of. To chose a lesser known one, I also love A special day , a vld gen Hunk-centric fic!

Tagging... @sodomhipped, @tomatocages, @an-aphorism @museaway @jacqulinetan @levyscripts @annaofaza and whoever wants to do this!

(also no pressure at all if you are tagged!)

[blackheart1454]

We own you (Yandere!Creepypasta x Abused!Depressed Reader) Chapter 1

Warnings!: Abuse, violence.

Minors get the fuck out of here! 🔞+

Hello everyone! This is my first Creepypasta x Reader fanfic, I hope everyone enjoy it! I must apologize if the fanfic have grammar and spelling mistakes, english isn't my native language, but I'm trying very hard! 

Thanks and enjoy the story

Chapter 2

I was panting heavily, feeling the blood staining every part of my body. I was chained against the wall. Naked, cover in boiling water burns, cuts, cigarette burns and bruises. Why I am here? Let me tell you my history. I used to be a happy girl with a normal life. I had two lovely parents, that were worry about me and always made sure that I had everything I need. My mom was a nurse and my father a journalist. I barely remember my mother, she was always busy at the hospital, she worked the whole day, and when she didn’t, she came home pretty late and, in that circumstance, my father was my best friend. He used to look after me, he used to take me to school, he used to listen to my problems… he used to love me.

One day, my mother got terrible sick, and my father did everything to cure her, to find a treatment… but as time passed, my mother’s illness became increasingly worse. She died one Friday at 12:00 am. From that day, dad started to act weird. He started to avoid me in every way, like I never exist. I never see him until night, but he was passed away on the coach with a smell of alcohol. That routine continued for 2 months. I knew he was having a hard time by dealing with mom’s death, I was waiting for him to recover, to return to the lovely father I knew, but I was wrong. So wrong.

Who knew that my life would become a nightmare overnight? First the insults began, then the beatings, finally the torture. I never knew what I did for deserve this, the only thing I was sure, he was always blaming me for mom’s death. I had to deal with the pain every second. There were days that I was bruised so bad that I hardly had the strength to stay awake. I never told anyone about this, he treated to kill me if I did… because of that I never had friends.

“Well, well, well, look what we have here.”

I was so focus on my thoughts that I didn’t notice the man entered to the room.

“Did you sleep well you little shit?” he whispered in my ear.

“Y-yes..” I said. I could barely talk, my throat hurt from screaming and I hadn’t drink water in days.

“Yes, what? And look at me while I’m talking to you!” he pulled my hair to face him clearly annoyed.

“Y-yes.. s-sir” I replayed softly.

“I CAN’T HEAR YOU!” he shouted angrily.

“YES SIR!”

“That’s better” he said pleased while unlocking the chains. “Get dress, you have 5 minutes and don’t keep me waiting.”

“Yes sir!” I said, and immediately ran to my room. I open the closet to put the first things that I found. I was kidding, I didn’t have a closet. I didn’t have furniture at all. That man sold most of the things of my room to buy alcohol and cigarettes. The only thing I had was an old futon that I used as bed and my cloths that were throw to the floor. Most of the were rip apart by the man when he was in bad mood. I only have simple t-shirts, sweaters, hoodies and jeans. I picked up (f/c) sweater, a (f/c) t-shirt, black ripped jeans and black combat boot. I took my bag pack and ran out of the house. My father was already waiting in his black car, with hesitation I approached it. Lucky for me, he didn’t say anything and started the car. It took around 25 minutes to arrive to school, the ride was uncomfortably silent. It was the same routine every fucking day. Waking up, dress up, go to the hellhole which is call school, return to home, eat a half bread, do the homework and the beating sections. I got out of the car and enter the building.

“Hey look the freak is here.”

“What a slut.”

“She looks like a mummy with all that bandages on.”

“Emo freak.”

“Why the hell is she still coming here?”

Same day, same routine, same idiots who don’t have anything better to do, it didn’t matter anyways. Since my father started to abusive me, nobody approached me because of the horrible bruises I have and they got me nicknames like the “emo freak”. Just keep going (Y/N), and let the idiots be idiots. I entered to the classroom, that was empty and wait for the teacher. I put on my headphones and listen to (f/s) while sketching on my math’s notebook.  Little by little, it was filling up the people. A little later the school’s bell rings, the teacher followed by enter the room.

“Good morning everyone” the teacher said.

“Good morning” everybody replied, except me.

“You have a pop quiz, so take out your pencils and keep everything away.”

Everybody complained and the teacher just ignore them. Lucky for me I have nice grades on (f/s). While doing the quiz, I couldn’t help but notice that there was something or better… someone watching me outside. I looked thought the window and saw what it looks like a monochromatic clown, and he had an evil smirk on his face.

“Miss (l/n) is there something wrong?” the teacher interrupted me.

“Eh… w-what?”

“I asked if there is something wrong?” the woman said annoyed.

“Eeehh… n-nothing miss” I murmured.

“The hurry up! You only have 20 minutes to complete the quiz!” she said while the others start to complain again.

I looked thought the window again, only to notice that the creepy clown was gone. What the hell was that?

??? P.O.V

-Soon. Very soon, just wait dear (Y/N), we will come for you. We will end your pain, you will be happy with us, you will love us…. Because you don’t have choice.-

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[shmowder]

SO I was about to say that we never spoke on your BG3 blog, but I actually found one question by me, asking if you were playing the original Pathologic or P2 😂 By the time I found that blog you'd already pretty much moved on to this one (which is fine!). But I rb'd a couple fics to my sideblog. Certainly never imagined myself reading about a giant half-spider woman but here we are ♡ The thing about Minthara is that I adore her but I don't know anything about the rest of the game and it's too expensive for me to commit to right now - and I'm always hearing about her romance being bugged anyway.

Yuria <333 And Sister Friede but more importantly, Yuria! I love that you love her too! I confess that I never got past the Abyss Watchers but tbh I'm amazed I got that far. And at least my Ashen One got to meet Yuria (and heard her best line "And I, of course, am also thine" hehe). Good for you for getting through it! Bloodborne is the one Fromsoft game I've beaten and it was rough getting used to the Dark Souls combat, so I watched a walkthrough of the rest. And I've also watched a ~90 hour walkthrough of Elden Ring, which did put me to sleep occasionally lmao but I just don't have the willpower to play huge open world games anymore.

I almost finished a NG+ playthrough of Bloodborne recently, until I started the DLC and promptly got my ass handed to me and I was like hmmmm actually now is the perfect time to start a new SDV farm 🤔

But, I'm taking a little break because I've indeed started Patho 2 again!! It's the beginning of day 5, I'm using super easy settings again and I found my old notes of where the Dead Item Shop is every day and which items to save for upgrades etc. Despite that, I seem to be missing more than ever. I may have focused a little too much on trading and collecting herbs and caches. Forgot the bell rang on Day 3 and didn't gather the Apple Basket Gang rip :( (I noticed that Lara and Artemy both have dialogue about not being 30 yet, so there's that question out of the way) But on the bright side I have more eggs than I could ever need (maybe…) and I'm on my 3rd inventory upgrade.

Haha, based on that anecdote I'd say you know more Russian than I do. I know a lot of people listen to other things when playing games but I've never tried that except when hatching Pokemon eggs. I love hearing the in-game sounds and music. Victor and Yulia have the same theme playing in their houses!

Yes of course we can be friends! Requesting from writing blogs is what originally got me interacting with others, so, kind of like you, just the other way around 😅 Then I discovered it can be nice just to talk sometimes. It seems like you're having a good time on this blog! Chill is good. Part of me is still flabbergasted that there's a Pathologic x reader blog that exists and it's run by a great writer who obviously has so much love for the characters which is a huge plus <3 But I like the memes too :) I can't speak for other anons, but I always check my entire dash until I'm completely caught up.

Moving on… WHEN I TRANSLATED THE TITLE OF THE VICTOR X READER FIC!! Hooo boy, I'm a simple girl and the "You're good, my little dove, you're good. Despite it all, you're good" quote is one of my favorites. It's like you read my mind with the description - SOFT, TENDER, and UNSTABLE? Three of my favorite things 😇

So!! I am the human embodiment of this emoji while reading 🤭🤭🤭 Honestly so galaxy brained of you make it into a fic, I could never be upset about that. There's such an atmosphere to this from the very beginning, I don't know how to describe it but I want to bite it. Playing house with slightly off vibes, "Like handling a stray cat" OUGH. (I agree that'd he'd want to play at domesticity.) The way he notices everything, his solicitousness. Reader as sacrificial lamb imagery. "He takes and takes like you're the cure for his morose soul."

The immortality vs mortality thing! That's when I really got why this works so well as a fic instead of hcs. I love that it feels like a character study as much as a smut fic (and ofc I appreciate all the little details about time). TOP TIER SMUT ALSO. His endless patience while also being in emotional/spiritual/physical agony, him praising the reader's patience, he does seem like the type to draw it out a while - "He'll hide you from the world and everything dangerous outside" 😳

And the end!! What a beautiful, brilliant mind, what a sensitive fragile heart, what a lovely soul. My goodness. Just - [keysmash] [disintegrates]

That was AMAZING and you should be proud. Thank you for taking my request and running with it <333

If my overzealous reaction to the froggy chair birthday pic never made it through, thank you for that too! It's delightful.

Happy birthday!! 🧁🎉 I hope you enjoy the day.

🐿️ anon

You remembered my birthday! I love you!

God I was refreshing my notes waiting for your reaction over the fic. I'm so happy you liked it <33 Especially how you qouted your favourite lines and your reaction to them, that's literally the highest of praise I could receive. You understand the underlying themes, the whole playing house but something seems off, Victor's inner fits of monologue occasionally completely going off-rails and showing how lost in his head he tends to get. How his brain switches focus between topics constantly before snapping back to reality and vice versa.

Conflicted in everything. At times, he appears as if he's pleading with you, below you as loyal as a guard dog. At others he appears above you, pulling your strings with sheer authority and nothing else.

The whole turmoil of deciding to let Reader die a natural death, to be selfish and never allow them into the Kains grand scheme of immortality, to know you'll only exist by his side before your soul is lost to the cosmos forever.

I avoided bringing Nina by name but her presence is heavy in each line of the story. How much he would let you hurt him and others as much as you want like she used to do, how he lets your sins slide and sweeps your wrongs under the rug. How he clings to your mortality because part of his resents humanity for taking his wife away, for stealing his own life and future away.

The whole wings and feather symbolism. Immortality is the wings the Kains are sewing together one thread at a time, each feather plucked being a brilliant person's soul. That eventually, maybe they too will ascend past the larva stage and be able to live freely with no fear of death much like Icarus flew above the seas without regards to his father's words. They're flying straight into the sun and they mistake its blazing fire for the heavens above.

His little dove petname fitting perfectly with the Icarus symbolism, with you being a beautiful bird he wants to keep caged in the mortal real out of selfishness, out of the desire to finally call someone his own. All his life he has give for the future of humanity, both his wife and two kids turned into chess pieces to be sacrificed in times of need.

And that's fine that's okay. He can handle it. His family may belong to the future, they may belong to mankind and the utopia they're slowly shaping. He is strong and pragmatic, he can more than understand why heavy costs and live with the consequences. He will carry that burden of guilt indefinitely.

But you, oh you.... He won't allow it. You have to slip away from their clutches, from his own sharp claws. You won't belong to the future, you will belong to the present forever with him, forever to him.

I enjoyed writing it so much. I started as Headcanons but the words piled up and the sentences started weaving themselves on their own. It was so beautiful, I didn't have the heart to trim the growth and force it back into the headcanons mould, so i let it blossom into a full story even if it meant more work.

Headcanons are usually effortless, stories are not. I had several open tabs by the end of writing it searching for various idoms, symbolism and word synonyms. Looking through Victor's qoute then remembering the latin endearment term for dove.

I really wanted to paint the picture of how he makes loving you a form of self-flagellation, but I had to keep the message subtle so it shows how well he hides it. How on the surface you can easily mistake his infatuation for any adoring partner, but deep down he's completely unstable behind the calculated hardened face. I'd argue that he was as crazy as Nina if not even more. He just happened to be better at hiding it. It was an elaborate plan for him to play the role of the reliable soft-hearted self-sacrificing leader to win people's favour, to paint the Kains in an angelic light so their women may be as cruel as their hearts desire.

Again, thank you for leaving such a sweet message afterwards. People rarely do, you get accustomed to fulfilling requests then throwing your writing into the ocean after posting it. The reblogs and likes are good and all but I just want to hear another human's words at times you know? Another soul's opinion, something that proves that this exists and was read by an actual person rather than a number counter going up.

Although oh my god you read THAT Minthara fic?? A beautiful webbing?? IT'S ONE OF MY MOST PROUD WORKS! One of my most ambitious too! The descriptive scenery in that fic took a lifetime out of me, so much blood and tears poured onto the layout of the garden, of the sussur tree and blood rose. Writing it felt like my magnum opus at the time, although now I'd say Lingum Vitea holds the spot for the amount of Latin I had to research for that Burakhovsky fic.

I'm so glad you liked that fic! They're my favourite children <333 I like the rest too but sometimes I write things purely out of passion and they shine brighter than the rest in my eyes.

You've already started your P2 playthrough hell yeah! I hope it goes well and it's fun! I actually missed the apple basket gang meeting too in my playthrough- I thought it was scripted to be missed because it directly coincident with the Bachelor calling people to town hall and proclaiming quarantine so I thought oh, it must be cancelled duh! I didn't realise you could still walk to it ah-

You can never have too much eggs, trust me.

Being a trader hoarder is good! you'll eventually learn which people overpay for which items and look out for them. Usually trading is rng depent on which npc you meet on the road to your current mission because straying from the path means losing precious time.

Good for beating bloodborne and going on ng+! Hell yeah! I've never played it but it seems hard bc of the parries and no shield. I miss my shield in ds3 :( During the end of the game, my brother was watching me play and he tricked me into going to the end boss unprepared. He claimed it was just another npc for a quest and I didn't know it was the end boss bc I didn't watch anything about dark souls before playing it- I just walked to the soul of cinder all like "omfg hiii bestiee :3 " then got stabbed.

BUT I FUCKING BEAT HIM IN ONE TRY! EVEN WHEN I WAS TRICKED AND ALMOST DIED. I managed to clutch with my trustyyyy shieellldd.

But also I died to that weird balls tree 90+

I am not exaggerating, I genuinely couldn't handle that lame mini boss tree. I killee the abyss watchers in two tries and the soul of cinder in one but a fucking tree is responsible for 70% of my deaths through all of the game.

I'm celebrating my birthday today. it's not going well but at least I have a lot of cake and will buy myself flowers in an hour after the shops open. I got cheesecake! I love cheesecake! I think Yulia would like cheesecake or is she more of a dark chocolate person? I still have your request for her nsfw hc so don't worry it wasn't swallowed by tumblr.

Honestly I can't believe I'm the only pathologic x reader blog- Seems almost blasphemous tbh. I hope more pop up in the future, this fandom is surprisingly chill and nice. Especially for such a hardcore game.

I hope your day is amazing <3

Oh and I did receive your froggy chair submission! I just wasn't sure whether to reply to it publicly or not in case you wanted to stay anonymous to others on this blog. I'm glad you liked the meme I threw together and my other memes on this blog hehe. I like making them, it's like visual storytelling.

[baileypie-writes]

Hello I am back for A request

How about A plantonic Adult Nozomi & gender neutral (male reader if it’s ok) where ingoring Otona existence (as most do) around the same time frame the palmier kingdom is going through A crisis for the third time and Nozomi is unable to transform to cure dream to help and during A monster attack in the city she sees A kid around her age when she first became cure dream attack at the monster and then she notices that it’s the new cure dream

Maybe how she would react or would she become A mentor type character to them

A/N ~ Sure! I love this idea! And btw, yes, the Reader can be male. I do all gender Readers:) Also, I assumed you meant that Reader’s cure name is Cure Dream. I apologize if it wasn’t what you meant haha. I can always edit it later anyway. Hope you enjoy!

~The New Cure Dream~

Nozomi Yumehara + Male!Pretty Cure!Reader

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Fandoms: Yes! Pretty Cure 5, Otona Pretty Cure(though the actual show never happened)

Fanfic Type: Oneshot

Reader: Male, Pretty Cure, younger teen

Relationship: Platonic

Genre: Action?

Word Count: 1,251

Synopsis: Nozomi wished she could be of help during a new monster attack. But to her shock and surprise, a new Pretty Cure jumped into battle.

Warnings: Minor violence and destruction, Coco and Nuts mentioned, sort of abrupt ending?

~Masterlists~

~Yes! Pretty Cure 5 Masterlist~

In this oneshot, the story/events of Otona Pretty Cure never happened

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One of the worst parts about growing up is that you’re not really able to do some things anymore. Things like playing on playgrounds, playing with toys or having slumber parties at your friend’s houses aren’t as fun or socially acceptable. Those are things that Nozomi reminisces about occasionally. But what she reminisces about the most is her time being a Pretty Cure.

Those two years may have been a long time ago, but they were truly the highlight of her life. She wouldn’t be the person she is today if it weren’t for them. She often wishes she could experience them once more.

But she’s never wished that more than she was now.

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Clouds of dust enveloped the scene of destruction in front of her. Rubble flew in all directions, causing Nozomi to run into a nearby alley for safety. It was a smart move, as right when she did, a large chunk of concrete crashed into her previous spot. The culprit of this incident was a monster in the form of a traffic cone. It very much resembled the Kowaina and Hoshina she used to battle in her early teenage years.

Nozomi had no clue what to do. She knew that this was a job for the Pretty Cure, but she wasn’t one anymore. She hasn’t been in over twelve years! Her eyes darted around, desperately looking for a pink butterfly to come and allow her to transform. But there was none.

Right as her heart sank in despair, a figure swooped past her. Hoping that it was what she was looking for, she exited the alley, following its direction. However, she quickly realized it was an idiotic choice, considering there was still rubble flying everywhere. A particularly large piece came falling towards her, making her raise her arms over her head as a weak defense mechanism.

Just as she prepared herself for the blow, a crash and a grunt was heard from in front of her.

“Are you alright ma’am?” A boy’s voice called out. Nozomi opened her eyes, and froze.

In front of her was you; a young boy. But it wasn’t you alone that shocked her, it was what you were wearing. It looked very similar to what she wore as a Pretty Cure all those years ago. Also, the crumbled bits on the ground implied that you had crushed the large piece of rubble that nearly crashed into her. No normal person has that strength.

“You’re a… Pretty Cure?” Nozomi asked without thinking.

You gasped in surprise, revealing to her that she was correct. You opened your mouth to speak, but you were interrupted by a call.

“Cure Dream!”

Cure Dream.

Nozomi gasped at the mention of her former Pretty Cure name. The one she hadn’t heard in years. But judging by the way you responded by turning in the voice’s direction, it was now your name.

Before she could ask any further questions, you placed your hands on her shoulders. “Please, you have to get out of here!”

Nozomi didn’t say anything, but nodded. She then bolted back to her previous hiding spot. Though, she peeked from behind the brick wall, just to see what you were going to do.

You landed a hard kick to the monster, making it tumble to the ground. It didn’t even get a chance to get up, as you kicked it again.

“Dream, now!” The voice called out again. Nozomi could see who it was this time, though. It was a small fairy, standing on a nearby bench. It resembled a flying squirrel, and had tan fur. She assumed they were from the Palmier Kingdom.

“Alright!” You said, then began powering up.

Nozomi’s mouth hung open in shock, as she remembered the exact movements you were doing. It was her attack.

“Pretty Cure! Shooting Star!” You called out. The attack hit the monster square in the face. Not a second later, it disappeared, only leaving a normal traffic cone behind.

You both watched as your surroundings changed back to normal. It was as if no destruction had happened at all.

“You did it Dream!” The small fairy cheered. Though you ignored them, instead, looking around. “What’s wrong?” They asked.

“Someone knew I was a Pretty Cure.” You said, still looking.

“What? But no one knows what the Pretty Cure are!”

“I do.” Nozomi called out, emerging from her hiding spot. You and the fairy turned to her, shock and confusion written on your faces.

“My name is Nozomi Yumehara.” She introduced herself. She walked up to you, kneeling down just a bit to meet your height. “And around twelve years ago, I was a Pretty Cure, just like you.”

You gasped, absolutely speechless. But it seemed that the fairy wasn’t. “Nozomi? No way! You’re the Cure Dream of the past!”

She chuckled. “Yes, I was.” She reached down, and pet the little creature’s head. “And what’s your name?”

“Cinnamon!” She responded. She got down on all fours, bowing to Nozomi. “It’s such an honor to meet you!” She tapped your foot, signaling for you to bow as well. You did, putting your hands to your sides, and leaning down.

“Oh please, you don’t have to do that!” She blushed a bit, and scratched the back of her neck bashfully. “I can’t believe there’s a new Pretty Cure! And you’re a boy too! I didn’t know there could be boy Cures. That’s amazing!”

“Heh, yeah. I guess all the past ones were girls.” You said. You then de-transformed, revealing your true self to Nozomi. “But anyway, I’m (full name).” You laughed, and stuck out your hand for her to shake, to which she happily did. But only for a few seconds, as she suddenly gasped, and stopped.

“Wait! If there’s a new Pretty Cure, that must mean that Palmier Kingdom’s in danger again! What’s going on?” She panicked.

“Oh, yes! There’s a new threat to the kingdom! That’s why King Coco and King Nuts sent me to find new Pretty Cures!” Cinnamon responded.

“Oh no! What’s the threat?”

“We’re not exactly sure. All we know is that the palace was attacked, and an ominous note was left! And after that, monsters began appearing here!”

“Yeah. I only became a Pretty Cure yesterday. It all happened so fast. And I don’t even know what to do to find the others…” You said, clearly a bit stressed.

Nozomi smiled gently, and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Hey, it’ll be alright. Besides, I know a thing or two about being a Pretty Cure. So how about I help you out?”

“No way!” Cinnamon gasped. “(name), Nozomi wants to be your mentor! You cannot pass up this opportunity!”

“Really? You’ll teach me everything?” You asked.

“Of course! It’s my job as the old Cure Dream to help out the new one!” She said.

“Thank you so much Miss Yumehara!” You bowed yet again, this time much lower to show even more gratitude and respect.

Nozomi chuckled. “It’s no problem. Now come on, I know a building by a lake we can use as a sort of ‘headquarters’.” She said, and began leading you all to the mentioned destination.

Nozomi knew that she’d never be able to be a Pretty Cure ever again. The introduction of a new generation of Cures further proved that. However, she discovered that while she may not be able to transform and fight, she can still help out. And that’s just what she was going to do.

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~~baileypie-writes

[fictionaladoptionpolls]

I've figured out who will be grouped with whom in the round 1 polls.

Before the actual polls, I will post brief character profiles—you know, basic information like their age, personality, blood type, and so on. I also plan to include some quotes that people put in their submissions, but most people didn't include anything.

Which is fine, but I'd like to be able to include something for most or all characters. I can (and plan to) look elsewhere on Tumblr, but if you have something you want to say about your faves, you can either send it as an Ask or submit it here. (Send it as an Ask if you want me to maybe post it as a propaganda post, submit it through the form if you just want to privately ramble.)

A full list of children participating in the Anime Child Adoption Bracket is here; a list of the ones who will show up in the first set of polls (and hence profiles) will be under the cut.

Mafuyu Asahina (Project Sekai)

Maria Campbell (My Next Life as a Villainess)

Cosette (Les Misérables: Shōjo Cosette)

Damian Desmond (Spy×Family)

Diona (Genshin Impact)

Elda (Tropical-Rouge! Pretty Cure)

Eri (My Hero Academia)

Akechi Goro (Persona 5)

Anthy Himemiya (Revolutionary Girl Utena)

Lily Hoshikawa (Zombieland Saga)

Shinji Ikari (Neon Genesis Evangelion)

Yamabuki Inori/Cure Pine (Fresh Pretty Cure!)

Ines (Mad Father)

Ira (DokiDoki! Pretty Cure)

Shigeo Kageyama/Mob (Mob Psycho 100)

Madoka Kaname (Puella Magi Madoka Magica)

Komekko (Konosuba: An Explosion on this Wonderful World!)

Lillie (Pokemon Sun & Moon)

Link (The Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker)

March (To Your Eternity)

Memempu (Sakugan)

Mikhail (The Case Study of Vanitas)

Asa Mitaka (Chainsaw Man)

Mashiro Mitsumine (Engaged to the Unidentified)

Last Order (A Certain Magical Index)

Sabi (Pokemon Legends Arceus)

Ericht Samaya (Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch from Mercury)

Sagara Seiji (HappinessCharge Pretty Cure!)

Asuka Soryu (Neon Genesis Evangelion)

Suika (Dr. Stone)

Utena Tenjou (Revolutionary Girl Utena)

Yoite (Nabari no Ou)

Shin Yoosung (Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint)

Ayumi Yoshida (Detective Conan)

Yukine (Noragami)

Killua Zoldyck (Hunter×Hunter)

Yes, that is a lot of kids. No, I don't regret this yet.

[extra-v1rgin]

🍉🍙🥫

🍉 What character/story trope do you love

Ok I’m not just saying this to suck up to you but I really do love de-aging fics. I love it when you find out trauma simply through the act of a character acting like their younger self

Obviously Once More w/ Feeling by you (tiny_peach)

Chapter 5 of Five things learned about Tomioka Giyuu, and one thing forgotten by vexfulfolly

and the pint sized pillar au by @ghostbite0

🍙 What story (fanfiction or published work) had the biggest impact on you?

Going Postal and Crow Mail by Sciathan_file are some of my favorite works maybe ever (probably yes ever) they’re oc x Tomioka Giyuu but honestly work as reader inserts (that’s how I read them lol). It’s what inspired me to write my first ever long fic (even though I don’t really like the fic anymore, I finished it like 2 years ago) and also they reply to every single comment left on their works. Like seriously they will respond to every single point you make in a comment which is why I try to do the same with my works :)

🥫What's a scene you've really enjoyed working on?

This is a really hard one… obviously I enjoy writing anything to do w/ Giyuu (despite my fav character being Rengoku, but Giyuu is easier to project onto). I would say I enjoy writing smut the most? Not just bc it’s smut lol but I think exploring how a character would act during sex is really really interesting. For anyone who’s seen The Boys you’ll notice that the characters have sex in very different ways that line up w/ them as people!

Anyways I’m giving two examples, this is from Consumate (part of my Giyuu x Reader series)

There’s a cute little pout on his face as he tries to understand your nonsense. “Should I stop?” His fingers settle back together, giving your walls a chance to relax.

Distracted by his red face and slick lips it takes a few moments to create a proper response. “N-no! I wanna do this with you. It just feels like, like there’s fingers inside me.” You giggle again. Most of the shyness has been washed away, instead replaced by a mixture of pure admiration and desperateness.

(Side note but I love the phrase “cute little pout” and struggle not to overuse it in my fics lol)

and then this is from a current shinogiyuu wip where Tomioka gets turned into a woman

“I can’t seem to get it on.” The problem is immediately clear. Tomioka looks pretty, leaning back on the bed with a hand covering his chest. When she had given him the undergarments instructions had not been included. The bra was both too loose and too tight, handing oddly on his body. For what it’s worth the fabric does manage to cover the majority of his newfound breasts. That doesn’t cure his embarrassment however, a soft pink blush highlighting perfect cheekbones.

(Skipping some non-important in between stuff)

“Does that feel better?”

“It’s…tight.”

“Sorry, that’s just how it is. Now you know the horrors of womanhood.” Despite her light tone Tomioka nods solemnly.

[intothemertensverse]

Thanks for tagging me! :)

How many works do you have on AO3?

118

What's your total AO3 word count?

1,507,734

Your top 5 stories by kudos:

Gustave Daae's Daughter

Pilgrim Soul

The Nanny

A Love There Is No Cure For

The World's More Full of Weeping Than You Can Understand

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I eventually respond to comments because I love reading the comments and would like to talk with my readers but I am also very socially awkward and shy with not great time management skills, so there's often a delay :')

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

Eggs and Toast. It's the only phic of mine so far to take place *after* the canon Events of LND. Echo In This whisper was also pretty angsty

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

I feel like they (almost) all end up pretty happy tbh! Maybe Tread Softly was slightly happier than most

Do you write crossovers?

The closest thing to a crossover I'll probably write is Like a Wheel, Like a Wind, which is a PotO au set in the Stephen King multiverse. Other than that, I mostly do AU mashup versions as opposed to actual crossovers (ie Evita au where Christine *is* Evita, not an au where Evita and Christine both exist)

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

hmmmm :') fun fact: ffn does Not remove comments from fics, regardless of what the comment says :0 I received direct hate and even some personal accusations over my portrayal of an ace Erik, which was super interesting because the person in question then proceeded to continue to read and subscribe to my other stories lmao. I also got some bigoted comments over ace headcanons in more private settings as well, even from "allies". Someone got very flustered over the singular gay Erik I wrote once. Gustave Daae's Daughter got some upset comments because it was... a lil darker than what I normally write. Someone had an absolute fit over Christine's choices in Pilgrim Soul in a way that was slightly funny looking back at it ^^; That said, I've also received so many touching and wonderful comments that remind me why I write <3

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

this is a constant source of disagreement between me and my beta reader ahaha I would say "no" and she would. point to the many Scenes :''') I do have occasional explicit moments in my stories, but I don't consider it smut necessarily as the Scenes aren't the main focal point, and the explicitness of them is usually to (try to) convey something other than eroticism. If the thing I'm trying to convey (awkwardness, vulnerability, shame, desire, angst, being conflicted, etc) would be showcased well by an explicit moment, I'll include it to an extent. Otherwise, no

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of, though I'm sure with all the AI scraping etc it's gone... somewhere

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, several! I get why some don't like it, but I love seeing my stuff in other languages and as long as someone asks first and links back to me I think it's really cool!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not exactly! But Rat au and Gremlin au were both originally made in close collaboration with/big inspiration from Ms_Myth, in fact she even wrote a rat au prequel! I've written a few things based off of prompts others have come up with, too, and those phics are typically gifted to the person on ao3

What's your all-time favourite ship?

Erik and Christine

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

I would like to think I will finish them all, one day :') I do have a few aus I've shelved for various reasons tho

What are your writing strengths?

Angst lol.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I misspell "Christine" twelve different ways and at this point I can't tell the difference ;-; Pacing can also be a struggle

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

LotR or Star Wars, but both are so expansive and I'm afraid if I get started in them I won't finish my poto wips... So maybe one day, idk. A ship I'd like to write is Erik/Carlotta lol

What's your favourite fic that you've written?

This is so hard to choose lol omg. I'm currently really enjoying my hotel au, which is only an unpublished wip at the moment except for this. But as far as finished/published stuff, I'm going to have go with Boulevard of Broken Dreams

Fanfiction Author Interview Game

Thank you @brendadaaedestler for the tag!

How many works do you have on AO3?

30 as it stands!

What's your total AO3 word count?

591,986

Your top 5 stories by kudos:

Sticky Notes and Serendipity // collab with @brendadaaedestler // Erik/Christine long-fic // 224 kudos

Say You'll Share With Me // oneshot collection, mostly Erik/Christine // 143 kudos

Our Little Home // oneshot // Erik/Christine // 139 kudos

Starting Fresh // twoshot // Erik/Christine // 99 kudos

my heart is home when my hand is in yours // oneshot collection, collab with @brendadaaedestler // mostly Erik/Christine // 83 kudos

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I always do! I love seeing readers interacting with my fics and sharing what they enjoyed about them, and I always want to show my appreciation for those comments. The only reason I wouldn't is if I missed it somehow or if my frequent co-author has beaten me to the punch and replied already.

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

It's probably Sleep So Long Awaited, which is a play on the end of LND where Erik dies instead of Christine. It's sad, it's got sad Gustave, a moment of peace between Erik and Raoul, and...well, Erik dies. It's not a happy story.

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

I would definitely say Sticky Notes and Serendipity! The epilogue hasn't gone up yet, but it's super fluffy and sweet, and the entire fic just came to such a happy, wonderful ending. You'll see what I mean on Saturday 😉

Do you write crossovers?

I don't, no. I might write fics inspired by another piece of media, but I wouldn't think I would ever write a proper crossover.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not direct hate? I once received some criticism that was DM'd to me that was definitely not asked for and unnecessary, so that sucked. It was really a big blow to me, and I considered taking down that fic after receiving that comment because it made me super insecure about the entire format of the fic. It came from a person who had been very supportive of my stories for a long time, which made it even worse. Thankfully, my best friend convinced me not to take the fic down, and my critic has now been exposed for not being a good person, so it all worked out in the end.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I don't write it and I won't be writing it.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yep, I have had my fics scraped and posted on other websites at least twice, either by bots or by another user.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have not! Someone offered to translate Like Father, Like Son, but my coauthor on that story was not keen on the idea. It's something I would have to consider because I think I would worry too much about my style and plans for the story being lost in translation and I wouldn't be able to really tell. I wouldn't totally write it off, though!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Ohhhh yes! Like Father, Like Son was my first collaboration, and I write probably about half of my fics these days with my best friend @brendadaaedestler. We have something in the works for NaNoWriMo as we speak!

What's your all-time favourite ship?

Definitely Erik/Christine, I love writing with them and reading about them so very much.

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

It's not one that I don't think I will ever finish, but I think it will be a while before No Need For Goodbyes ever gets finished. I would love to go back to it, but I've been away from that cast of characters for so long that it can be hard to slip back in. My coauthor also no longer has the time to work on it with me, and it is a very time-consuming project, so I'm not sure when I will get back to it.

What are your writing strengths?

I think that dialogue is definitely my strength. It comes very easily to me and it's something that I always enjoy getting to write.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Getting lost in the dialogue! Sometimes I get so caught up in what the characters are saying and the emotions that they're expressing that the writing can get dialogue-heavy. I always have to make a conscious effort to include scene descriptions, settings, and descriptions of the character's bodies and expressions.

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

This is an interesting question that I honestly don't think about a ton lol? I've always been pretty content writing Phantom fic and don't really have the inspiration to jump into other fandoms. Shipwise, I've only written sporadic Meg/Erik fic and only a long time ago, so that one could be fun to explore. There is angst there.

What's your favourite fic that you've written?

It was Like Father, Like Son for the longest time because it was my first Phantom of the Opera fic, my first long fic, I loved the characters, etc. I'm still super proud of that story, but I think Sticky Notes and Serendipity takes the cake. It's my first true multi-chapter fic since LFLS, and I can just see how much my style has changed, how much my writing has improved, and it makes me feel really good about myself. I am in love with the versions of the characters that we wrote, and getting to work so much with Erik's anxiety and making it feel so authentic was a crowning achievement for me. Also, seeing all of the love for the story that Chloe and I have written together makes me feel so amazing. Sticky Notes is my favourite for so many reasons.

Tagging: @starlitexpress @intothemertensverse @sloanedestler @ablatheringblatherskite @shinyfire-0 @paperandsong @jennyfair7 and anyone else who wants to play!

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Learning to Love Slowly

Parings; Jason Todd x Reader 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 A/N; Did I write smut while listening to early 2000s Taylor Swift? Yes. No, I will not be answering any questions as to why, bc I'm just as confused. Lowkey feel I wrote Jason too ooc for this one tbh Warnings; Masturbation and smut; MDNI

16-Kisses and Long Showers

Jason threw his head back with a groan as he thought of you. He just couldn’t seem to get his mind off you, especially after what you had done earlier. 

The two of you had been cooking, him doing the actual meal making and you offering a helping hand. When you had been sliding behind him, you took the chance to notice a scar that ran from the space between his neck and shoulder down to his collarbone. Running a finger along it, you stepped up behind Jason until he could feel your breath on the back of his neck. Your bodies weren’t pressing together, but, fuck, he wanted to feel you against him. 

“This scar looks deep,” You said. 

Jason ran subconsciously rubbed his hand over the scar, your hands brushing briefly, thinking back on the time he got it. “Yeah, but you should see the scars I gave the other guy.”

Despite the chuckle, Jason felt stupid for saying that. He never liked talking about what he did at work because he felt like it would drive you away, make you fearful, or even be ashamed of him. 

You hummed, stepping closer. Now, he could feel you pressed against him, breasts pressed against his back and chin now on his shoulder. Voice soft, you asked in his ear, “Is this okay?”

“Yeah,” He didn’t even really realize his voice was a near whispered. 

Smiling, you made a bold move and put your lips against the scar. Jason thought he would burn alive by how hot he felt. His cheeks warmed and even his ear felt like they were burning. Your lips against his bare skin drove him fucking wild. So many emotions ran through him all at once. Embarrassment, arousal, love, confusion-- It almost felt too much until he told himself that it was okay. 

If it got too much he could say stop and rest easy knowing you would. When he made no response, you cautiously stepped away. “I went too far, didn’t I?”

Jason couldn’t have turned to look at you faster. “No! No. I--I’ve just never had someone do that to me before.”

Your smile could cure the world of every wrongdoing, he was sure of it. Shyly, with a light blush on your face, you looked down to the ground. “Good. Good.” 

Good, indeed. Jason couldn’t shake the feeling of your lips off his skin for the rest of the evening. Even as he got home the feeling of them was still there. In the shower after patrol he could still feel that fucking kiss. It was starting to get annoying what it had done to his heart. But, damn, if he didn’t love it. 

He let the water run over him as he closed his eyes, running his fingers of where you had kissed him, thinking about how you felt pressed against him and your voice. The thought made his heart fucking pound in his ears. Then, his mind wandered further to how it would feel with your bare skin on his, moving against one another as the two of you pull noises from each other neither had heard before. 

He pictured you on his bed, on top of him taking every part of him that he would offer--Which was all of him. Jason would never hold anything back from you. 

Jason moaned to himself as he looked down, now fully aware of how much of an effect you had on him. All this over a damn kiss that wasn’t even on his lips. 

Sliding his palms up and down his thighs, he thought about how good it would feel to have you kiss him more on every part of his body. Closing his eyes again, hand slowly wrapping around his cock, he imagined you on top again. 

You would start your kisses on his neck, slowly moving down. Jason could practically feel his hands rubbing up and down your sides, feeling every dip and curve of your body he could find. He couldn’t even think of what kind of moans and sighs doing that would draw from your pretty mouth. 

Then, you kiss that fucking scar between his neck and shoulder, making him shiver. Looking back down, he noticed how needy he was for you. Precum was practically dripping off his cock, making each stroke slide through his fingers with ease. Jason groaned and threw his head back, thrusting his into his fist.

Breathing out your name between thrusts, Jason closed his eyes again. In his mind, you were using one of your hands to jerk him off and the other was tangled in his hair, your lips mumbling so many sweet words in his ear. The image caused Jason to abandon any restraint as he said your name again and again like a title of a novel that he never wanted to forget. 

Steadying himself by putting his free hand against the bathroom wall, Jason fucked his fist harder, whining as he felt like he was close. What would you say to make him cum, he wondered. Would you beg or demand him to cum? Either way, he wouldn’t be one to deny you anything. What makes him finally cum was the image of you moving your kisses down to his cock, tongue brushing against the base and head. Your eyes wouldn’t leave his as you moved your mouth over the tip, and he knew there was no lasting long under your loving stare.

Jason is shaking when he’s finally finished, putting his forehead against the shower wall to pull him from the depth of his mind. Turning the water cold, Jason washed away all the feelings of arousal he had, but your lips stayed on that scar. It didn’t feel as much as it did before but didn’t lose its effect, either. 

Stepping out of the shower, he wiped away the water from his face before looking down at his phone on the bathroom sink. There were a few notifications, some from Dick and one other from the family group chat, but what stood out was the one from you. It was a simple text telling him to have a good night and that you looked forward to seeing him again. 

Slipping on some boxers, Jason thought about when he would see you next, wondering if you would surprisingly kiss the scar on his shoulder next or the one on his jawline. He only hoped it wouldn’t be both because he didn’t know if he could handle that.

Maybe one day it wouldn’t overwhelm him, but he knew he could take it one at a time now. 

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as an early first birthday present please enjoy the absolute flood of messages i sent my beta reader when i first came up with this thing. realized riopunzel never got any creative process/behind the scenes notes when i published it (it was really, really late and i just wanted to go bed so i didn't bother, told myself i'd do it later, and never did) so i guess this kind of takes the place of that

yes this entire thing started out as practice for ciel pov for finale fic. i thought it was gonna be 5k max. it was not.

i am so glad i got to keep a "has he touched grass" joke in the final product even if it ended up being a lot more subtle. and yes yukari was originally considered for the pascal role but then i remembered maximus existed 5 minutes later. other candidates were pekorin and ichika before i finally decided i wasn't going to include a pascal character at all

It Begins

yes ciel dying her hair was a cure parfait reference this entire time. that's why she picked pink. she was also going to pull her hair up into a high ponytail post-ciel de reve but i don't think that made it in

in the original draft rio's promise to stay with noir was just a lie! this one actually stuck around for a very long time and then one day i looked at it and went "wait a minute he would not be thinking ahead that far in that situation he doesn't have the foresight for that" (sorry rio but it's true) so it ended up being changed into an actual genuine deal a la actual tangled canon

i don't really have any commentary for this one except i still think it's very funny and sums the scene up perfectly

other things i vaguely remember:

the "kingdom dance" equivalent was originally supposed to follow the movie a lot more, with there being an actual dance scene. ichika would've been the one to start it and wild azur would've provided the music. himari would've cameoed here instead of the library alongside cures from other seasons because i was running out of recognizable kirakira characters to reference by that point

speaking of cures from other seasons cameoing, there were also supposed to be cameos at the ciel de reve! the girl who spills her drink was supposed to be love momozono and the girls sitting with her were the other fresh girls. nagihono would have been seated at the bar and i think the hugttos cameoed as well? i ended up cutting the descriptions because i felt that they disrupted the flow of the writing and weren't so important that i had to keep them, but i still count their presence there as being part of Riopunzel Canon even if it's not acknowledged in the fic

fic originally started with ciel waking up in the closet and overhearing the back half of julio's and noir's argument over julio leaving the tower

julio originally didn't have the frying pan but then i was like. i gotta let him have one. it'd be a crime if i didn't

i tried writing out the dam scene in both the ciel pov-only draft and the rio pov-only draft but i didn't like how it turned out in either so i ended up just summing it up instead. i am not kidding when i say the dam scene was the biggest reason why it took me so long to finish the fic

if i had included the dam scene ciel would've gotten to fight yukari with the frying pan

the first scene i wrote for the fic was ciel cutting rio's hair and dying. the last line of the fic (ciel telling lumiere they're home) was also written pretty early on and i never changed it because i loved it so much BONUS: RIOPUNZEL RIO ANGST

the birthday thing ALMOST ended up in the fic (julio was supposed to make a comment about july 30 being his birthday and then later on reveal it was a lie [or, well, he thought he was lying] because he doesn’t know his true birthday) but i decided not to because i was worried it might be a bit over the top. but i still count it and everything else in these two screenshots as Riopunzel Canon

since there's no way i'm going to remember it on the actual day happy early first birthday to the riopunzel au. they grow up so fast