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pokimoko · 1 month

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The One-Way Waltz of the Moth and the Wild Flame (and the Incident of the Authorial Intrusion) - A Good Omens Fic

Written by pokimoko

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: ~25K

Fandom: Good Omens (TV)

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Crowley & Muriel (Good Omens), Crowley & Nina (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens) & Original Character(s)

Characters: Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale (Good Omens), Muriel (Good Omens), Original Characters, (who is technically not an original character but I've got to keep some secrets ;) ), Nina (Good Omens), Background & Cameo Characters

Summary: A story in which Crowley does not prevent forest fires, a radio sends out thoughts and prayers, an angel misuses the emergency contact, the local duck population invents socialism, trees are threatened to varying degrees of success, a waltz is indeed played, and an author considers the nature of tragedies.

Tags: Ineffable Divorce | Aziraphale and Crowley Break Up (Good Omens), Post-Break Up, POV Crowley (Good Omens), Emotional Hurt, He/Him Pronouns For Crowley (Good Omens), They/Them Pronouns for Muriel (Good Omens), Crowley & Muriel Friendship (Good Omens), Angst and Humor, Crowley-centric (Good Omens), Canon Continuation, Post-Season/Series 02, Post-Episode: s02e06 Every Day (Good Omens), Pre-Season/Series 03, No Aziraphale Slander Here but it is also Crowley's POV so expect at least some Thoughts, Angry Crowley (Good Omens), Running Away, Both in the Emotional and Literal Sense, Because You Don't Have to Deal with Your Romantic and Personal Issues in Washington State. Obviously, (incorrect: you very much do), Crowley is a Mess (Good Omens), (even if he won't admit it), Crowley Loves Aziraphale (Good Omens), (another thing he won't admit), Aziraphale Loves Crowley (Good Omens), They're just being stupid, Not A Fix-It, References to God(s), Romantic Angst, America, United States, Fire Lookout, Remember Only You Can Prevent Forest Fires (Unless You Are Anthony J. Crowley), hey is it healthy to repeatedly relive a past trauma to deal with a breakup? asking for a friend, Scene: The Bookshop Fire (Good Omens), Fire, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Isolation, When You're Trying to Cope Badly in the American Wilderness but People Keep Talking to You, Radio, Inspired by Firewatch (Video Game), Character Study, Crowley and the Woes of Being In a Narrative That Won't Let You Go, (Fleabag voice) This is a Tragedy, But oh? What's this?, Angst with a Happy Ending, Ambiguous/Open Ending

#good omens #crowley #crowley good omens #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #aziraphale x crowley #fanfic #my fanfic #my fic #ao3 fanfic #my writing #good omens fic #good omens fanfiction #good omens fanfic #gomens #gomens fic #hey good omens fandom. long time listener. first time caller. i thought i'd dip my toes in writing one of my fav characters #going from a 14th doctor fic straight to this was very funny because like. it's the same actor. similar mannerisms. almost the same voice #but they couldn't be any more different. move over 'weeelll' we've got 'ngk' and 'ngh' now #this story was an absolute joy to write. it was so fun getting to write in a style somewhat similar to the good omens book #like the fic is still perfectly angsty trust me but boy was it fun to be a little bit funny with it #also apologies for the long arse title. my brain decided that a good omens fic needed a really long and ridiculous name #to everyone who already knows me: yep. i'm writing a story with radios again. it's either ghosts or radios or both guys i'm sorry #different fandom. same old ideas #i am also furthering my brand that is writing long as heck oneshot fics. chapters? haven't heard of 'em #fyi crowley is literally the only character who shows up in this fic in person. everyone else is pure audio baby #'tis the isolated life of a fire lookout. even if that's the only part of the job that crowley's doing correctly #(the demon is...going through it folks. don't try this at home)

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daddyplasmius · 7 months

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hand on my stupid heart flashbacks

this is a No One Knows AU & Full Hazmat AU where Danny ended up in the Ghost Zone & didn't go back into the human world initially because he thought he was dead. by the time he realized he is, in fact, at least half alive, he'd already been missing for at least 2 weeks. will probs never finish homsh sorry. i wrote this a couple years ago in a haze & just haven't been able to finish it because i can't replicate the style, which i find is what i love about this fic the most. it wouldn't be the same without it. posting the flashback introsーwhich are meant to be read between chapters/the actual plot, starting after chapter 1ーcuz fuck it. excuse typos & shit, i never properly edited it, as i forgot it existed immediately after i wrote it original description of homsh: Danny Fenton has officially been missing for over a year. Maddie & Jack Fenton refuse to give up on their son. Sick and tired of the police running them in circles, and the case getting colder by the day, the Fentons turn to their last resortーPhantom. 800~ words (full unfinished fic is 20k~)

When Danny woke up surrounded by thick, green fog, and couldn’t breathe without swallowing heavy air that was more like water than anything, he was sure he was dead. The portal glowed behind him, illuminating the pitch darkness around him in soft, yellow, warm light.

He almost went back.

Almost.

He was dead. His parents were ghost hunters. They had drilled into his head from the moment he was born that he could never, ever panic in death. That he would accept it. That he would not be scared. So he would be prepared to be brave in the face of death and would not become a ghost.

He panicked. He did not accept it. He was terrified. And so he woke up in the Ghost Zone.

Danny went back through the portal when he saw some ectopuses acting… strange. Like they had an idea in their heads. Like they had a plan.

Which was weird, with animal ghosts. He had only been in the Ghost Zoneーmom and dad called it that, he rememberedーfor a couple weeks. Or, he had already been there for two weeks. Or maybe time worked differently and he was there five minutes, or four years orー

The ectopuses went through the portal and, despite everything, Danny went after them.

While he was busy reeling at being home, the ectopuses immediately attacked dad. Danny was horrified. Jack was overwhelmed. Danny stepped in, in a moment fueled by sheer adrenaline and stupidity, snatching a Fenton Thermos™ off a shelf and releasing his shaky invisibility. The ectopuses didn’t stand a chance. And when they were safely in the Thermos, he slowly turned around to dad, ready for the confrontation. Ready for the “what happened to you?” and the “where have you been?” and the “we’ve missed you”.

Dad scrambled to shoot at him.

Danny fled.

His parents didn’t recognize him.

The Lunch Lady attacked when Danny was mourning Halloween.

He’d waited all year. He made a costume that summer. He wouldn’t get to go trick or treating with Sam and Tucker this year. Or any year. For the rest of his lifeーor existence. Whatever.

The Lunch Lady appeared in the school and demanded in straight fury, “Who changed the menu?”

Everyone pointed at Sam.

Danny hadn’t known just how powerful ghosts could be. His parents never told him the specifics. Just that they were dangerous.

This ghost grew and her aura hit him like a hurricane, almost physically pushing him back. It was so strong that the students in the Casper High cafeteria seemed to feel it too.

The Lunch Lady was a much harder opponent than the ectopuses. She levitated meat. She used it as a weapon, and seemed to bring it back to life. She created weird meat creatures that grew sharp teeth and claws out of bones. They were mindless, attacking everything that got too close to the ghost. Danny would have run away without hesitation, if Sam hadn’t been in the crossfire.

Danny fought the Lunch Lady. It was a long struggle, but he caught her in the thermos after over an hour. When he turned to Sam and Tuckerーboth of whom he had to save due to Tucker trying to jump into the fightーall three of them bloody and bruised, he cringed. But a part of him hoped. Desperately.

Surely they would know him on sight.

“Wh-what are you?” Sam gasped at him finally.

Danny flinched as if she had struck him. “J-just… your friendly neighbourhood phantom.”

Danny didn’t know what possessed him. Oh. Pun not intended.

He just barely caught the Fentons leaving in the GAV, dragging suitcases behind them. He couldn’t help himself. What on Earth were they doing?

They were going to Vlad Master’s mansion for their college reunion.

It was a whole thing. But something was off. Besides all the adults reminiscing about the 80’s.

Danny sensed ghosts immediately but he couldn’t see anything. Unfortunately for him, Vlad could also sense him. It was two days of Danny staying invisible, and Vladーthe halfa? Is that what Danny is?ーtrying to kill Jack. Somehow, Danny managed to fight off Vlad, not turn back, and without the Fentons getting hurt. His secret intact.

VladーPlasmius, also learned about Phantom. And Vlad hated him. The manーghostーwhatever, seemed to only care about one thingーpossession. Of money. Of things. Of people. He was more ghost than Danny had ever seen. Vlad’s obsession was overwhelming.

Danny couldn’t believe someone so much like himself could be so disturbing.

#danny phantom #danny phantom au #danny phantom fanfiction #you know that gif of the wailing emoji dissolving? :Why:?#yeah that's what i do every time i remember i never finished HOMSH while i still had the style in my brain #feel free to steal this idea. please steal this idea. please write it i wanna see this idea so bad but im already writing another 100k+ fic #if y'all want me to post the full fic i can but. it is not finished & most likely never will be. sorry again #i won't lie. the haze i was in was a depressed one. i was. not in a good place At All when i wrote HOMSH #like the only part i remember actually writing was the panic attack scene & that's just barely #i reread the whole fic in the middle of the night months later while listening to Implode Alright by Built by Snow on repeat #yeah i cried. this one is funny but mostly it's just. mourning. grief. the works. it's a vent fic & also a. kind of. wishful fic #like. don't you just wish death wasn't so permanent. don't you wish you could tell them everything you wish you could #don't you wish you could just see them again #i'm actually writing this into a bigger ventier series currently called Let Grief Do Its Work #cuz i rewatched LUCIDS again recently & remembered what HOMSH was originally about. why i was writing it #i'm not calling it HOMSH cuz. HOMSHie is my baby. it's its own thing & i don't wanna ruin the vibes #reluctantly admitting i call an unfinished fanfic i don't remember writing... HOMSHie baby... in my head #yeah i have a cute nickname for my fic. what of it #it's 5am & i think i'll throw up if i think any more about posting unfinished unedited pieces of a fic so i'm going for it. cowabunga #go into the world. get your 2 notes you beautiful animal #*passes out*

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sokkas-first-fangirl · 1 year

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“Luisa...” He looked up and, all at once, the obvious hit Bruno. Luisa was panicking and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky, let alone one above her head. No cold breezes, no rain or thunder. The weather outside stayed sunny and the spot above Luisa’s head remained cloud free. There was no snow coating her shoulders, no ice beneath her feet.

Oh Dios mio. The cracks...The Gifts!

“T-Tio,” Luisa gasped. She looked at him with big wet eyes and grabbed his hand in a vice-like grip. “Tio, I’m losing my Gift!”

When Luisa's Gift begins to fade, Bruno makes an important decision: no more running.

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shegoesbyjoy · 1 year

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IT. IS. DONE!

6 chapters. 12,552 words. My 5+1 fic of Kim and Harry being silly little guys, inspired by the concept of "mundane" dates.

This past month has been quite a tumultuous one, which seems to have been the case for many people that I know. There were layoffs at my former company which put several people I cared about out of work (I resigned by choice a literal day before they were announced), I got covid for the first time, and I have spent many days and nights planning and stressing over an upcoming international move.

Uploading this fic chapter by chapter over the course of the month provided a lovely reprieve from all of my real life worries. Writing has become an incredible way for me to stay mindfully and thoroughly engaged in an activity that allows me to exercise my creativity in a very different way than in my day job as a designer. It's been so delightful reading comments from readers who came back to give their thoughts after every chapter release, as well as from new readers discovering it for the first time. Knowing that I've brought a little joy into other people's lives has been very rewarding.

Immensely grateful for how welcoming the DE fandom has been toward this new fic writer. 🥺 This is my second fic in the fandom, my third ever in my life—and I hope it isn't my last!

#disco elysium #disco elysium fic #disco elysium fanfic #disco elysium fanfiction #ao3 #kimharry #harrykim #kim kitsuragi #harry du bois #i should get back to packing ugh SO TIRED OF PACKING LOL #once again THANK YOU to everyone who has read and commented and given kudos y'all have been so great #and if you're seeing this for the first time and thinking of giving this a shot i hope you enjoy!!!#this fic took me so much longer than i expected and it's not even that long i can't believe people are out here writing 100k+ fics FOR FREE #mad respect to these writers ;-; i'm so baby

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xjustakay · 11 months

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baby, all i wanna do is coast (with you).

Summers at the Black family beach house have always been Regulus' favorite reprieve of the year. Life's monotony isn't quite the same there, even with his parents and their need for appearances around. He gets to see his brother more regularly for the season, gets to enjoy the sunshine and time with his friends, gets to worry less about what's next for just a little while longer.

And maybe, quite possibly, James Potter is a reason he likes it so much this year, too.

#jegulus #wolfstar #jegulus fanfic #wolfstar fanfic #kay’s writing #listen. listen. listen. i swear i'm not posting about this fic again until i update #but i'm excited and pinterest was hitting #so here we are #fic: baby all i wanna do is coast (with you).

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scarytheory · 1 month

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Chapters: 11/11 Fandom: ZEROBASEONE | ZB1 (Korea Band) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sung Hanbin/Zhang Hao Characters: Zhang Hao (ZEROBASEONE), Sung Hanbin, Shen Quanrui | Ricky, Kim Gyuvin, Seok Matthew, Park Gunwook, Kim Jiwoong (ZEROBASEONE) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Not K-Pop Idols, Alternate Universe - Ghosts, Humor, hinted possibility of Gyuvin/Ricky, Getting Together, Eventual Happy Ending, Strangers to Lovers, Masturbation, Ghost Sex, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, References to Depression, No Beta Summary:

There is a ghost living in his house. Thank God he’s cute.

Sung Hanbin inherits an old house, and it comes with a ghost. You would think that a ghost would be a somber, elegant creature, serious and with a sad expression; Zhang Hao is anything but that. He’s loud and chatty, with a bold laugh and even a bolder personality. And Hanbin is screwed because falling in love with a ghost sounds like a terrible idea.

#it's done!#I'll never write anything without a beta ever again #but it's my precious baby and I'm kinda proud I managed to do this #haobin #fanfics

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the-writing-mobster · 2 years

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Love when a new reader finds WDYW for the first time and is just like, spamming me with comments

Like...

It's usually always the same comments;

"Normally I don't read Underfell but this fic does it really well!” (I told you in the tags it's not your average Underfell story 😉)

"The suspense is killing me!"

"I'm heartbroken, but at least Muffet saved her 😔" ...*a few chapters later* "NOOOOOO" (this one is my personal favorite)

Like... I have you guys pinned. 😂

#thoughts while writing #saw a bunch of comments in my inbox from a new reader #they were such a delight #don't forget to leave comments y'all #they mean the world to me and I WILL go back and reread them when I'm feeling down on myself #underfell #wdyw #fanfic #underfell frans #underfell sans #underfell frisk #frans #ywiw #baby face #also the not your average underfell story isn't to say the average Underfell story is bad #it's just most follow a certain pattern #and a lot of my readers have said that wdyw was refreshing #so I'm just repeating what I've been told over and over again by all of you guys #I don't want to sound pretentious 😂 I hope that didn't come off that way

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aberooski · 1 year

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Okay so I had a thought about the Stormshipping/Mario crossover now that I started trying to write this thing for real

Back to the bit I mentioned before a while back about Chazz and Peach gaslighting Bowser into believing the Toads' misunderstanding that Chazz is an actual prince. I originally thought Chazz would be the one doing it, now I think it would be best if it was Peach initiating that interaction.

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Imagine it: Chazz and Peach are brought up from the dungeon and are brought before Bowser so y'know, he can gloat about his big plans for defeating Mario and taking over the Mushroom Kingdom and antagonize them as is on brand for the guy. During this, Chazz, being his typical self, is being a fucking smart ass and only succeeding in pissing Bowser off.

Bowser is mad af and fed up with this kid, so Bowser swipes and scoops him up in his claws, alarming Peach in the background. Bowser growls and squeezes his claws around Chazz while he squirms to try and get loose at the very least, if not free. Bowser threatens Chazz, and now Peach has had enough. She has to help somehow, she has to protect him, she's already made that promise to herself so no way will she allow him to come to harm on her watch if she can help it!

And thus, Peach panics for a second thinking of what she can do, when it comes to her. She interjects and tells Bowser that he mustn't hurt this boy, its would be a terrible mistake on his part! Bowser ignores her and is just kinda like yeah yeah, whatever you say. To which Peach interjects again, "But don't you understand? He's not just any boy from another world, he's a prince!" Or she says something like that at least

At which time everything stops. Bowser then turns his attention fully to her, very interested by what she just said, and Chazz looks on in shock and confusion at her as well, wondering just what in the fresh hell she thinks she's doing.

And as the scene goes, Chazz catches on to what she's doing and they tag team this plan to convince Bowser that Chazz is indeed a genuine prince and that Atticus and Alexis are powerful warriors and now that they're coming to rescue him, Bowser's in big trouble. Bowser falls for it, sending Kammy and Kamek to go spy on Atticus and Alexis and the Mario bros and deal with the sibling quad, sending Chazz and Peach back to the dungeon where they can bond more over this moment 😌

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I loved the idea of Chazz doing it and Peach following his lead, but for me now it makes more sense to do it the other way around. Peach has taken responsibility for Chazz and his wellbeing because she's an adult and he's a teenager, essentially still a child, and also because he was caught up in this and kidnapped because of her. She pulls this stunt, which ultimately backfires on them when Bowser finds out they were bullshitting him, because she was trying to protect him from Bowser in exchange for Chazz getting kidnapped trying to protect her.

AAAAAAAAAAAAA I'M OBSESSED WITH THIS AU ALL OVER AGAIN GUYS !!! 😭😭

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meanbihexual · 2 years

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Dialogue Prompt: ❝ You and me, working together. Taking down the galaxy. What do you think? ❞

Finally finished this one! I know it took forever, so I hope it was worth the wait!

Best Friends

(Adira Cavell x Kallie Vosh)

CW: ableist language, fantasy racism (on the part of the bad guys)

Note: This takes place in a weird hybrid of @sithwarblade 's and my own AUs. Adira is my OC, Kallie is hers, background OCs belong to one or both of us.

Adira felt the angry surge in the Force an instant before the group of her fellow Padawans came into view. It wasn’t something she was accustomed to, not on Tython, and for a quick second she felt a cold needle of fear jolt through her spine—just last night, hadn’t Tarsi Celwick said there was a Sith Lord hiding in the caves behind the waterfalls, waiting for Padawans to wander into his lair so he could sacrifice them on his altar of bones and feast on their insides—

She shook her head roughly, both to dismiss the thought and chastise herself. There were no Sith here, no matter what Tarsi whispered to her bunkmates after lights out, and even if there was, which there wasn’t, she was nowhere near the waterfall caves, anyway.

Her feet continued to carry her along the dirt path she traveled, worn into the grass of the training grounds by the steps of countless Padawans and Jedi before her, and as she rounded a clump of tall lipanaberry bushes she came face to face with the source of the anger lancing through her mind. A small girl, probably about Adira’s age, with blue skin, red eyes, and short, messy black hair stood atop a small boulder with fists clenched and jaw set, emotion rolling off her like ocean waves.

Adira felt her eyes widen. Of course, Padawans didn’t possess the same level of control over their emotions as the Masters, but they were rarely powerful enough to project their feelings through the Force, a fact that Adira’s own teachers often told her she should be grateful for when she failed to contain her own excitements. This girl, though, had the Force around her roiling, and as Adira moved closer, she could sense other things behind the fury: shame, embarrassment, a bit of self-righteous pleasure at the violent setdown she was about to deliver to her tormentors.

Tormentors they clearly were; the loose half circle of boys before her were not subtle in their abuse, and Adira could hear their taunts from a dozen meters away.

“I don’t know why they didn’t just kill you when they found you, you little freak.” The boy who spoke was the obvious ringleader, the biggest of a group of big humans. They all wore the braid, robes, and training saber of a Padawan, even if their behavior made her doubt whether they deserved that title, and looked to be a few years older than she and the other girl. Adira felt her jaw tighten and her fists clench, unconsciously mirroring the other girl’s position. She hated bullies, and part of her—a really big part—ached to throw her lot in with the girl and see how much damage they could do before the Masters pulled them apart, even if they were outnumbered, and, judging by the boys’ ages, two or three combat classes ahead of her.

Any other time, she might have leapt right in, but it was just her luck that less than five minutes ago she had been released from an interminable lecture on all of the paths available to a Jedi before they resorted to violence, ending with the promise of extra chores for a month if she got caught fighting again. Adira really didn’t want to spend the rest of the summer with her evenings tied up in kitchen duty, especially not for a fight she was likely to lose, and badly. Which meant she needed a plan…

The boy continued hurling insults as Adira closed the distance between them.

“Anyone can tell just by looking at you that you’re only good for target practice. You’re lucky I don’t have a lightsaber yet or I’d—“

“Cut off you own hand, I bet,” Adira interjected as she stopped nearby, too tired of his vitriol to let the boy continue for one more moment. “There’s a reason they don’t let horranths carry lightsabers,” she continued when the group turned to look at her. “I don’t think they’ll make an exception for you.”

The boy looked shocked for a moment, as if no one had ever insulted him before, but he quickly snapped back.

“You're one to talk, blank face,” he sneered, confident and smug with the laughter of his lackeys at his back.

Adira found herself unsurprised by the fact that he only knew enough of Mirialan culture to know that their tattoos marked personal achievement, but not that they weren't permitted to get those tattoos until they reached puberty. She rolled her eyes at him; why did the meanest and stupidest people always have to shout the loudest, like the rest of the galaxy didn’t already know how mean and stupid they were? Her anger drained away and was replaced with a tired sort of contempt. She still wished she could give him a few marks of his own, but more for the benefit of the silent, angry girl on the rock than herself.

The boy continued his assault without waiting for a response.

“I heard Sith don't take alien scum at their academy. That's the one thing they've got right, I guess.”

Adira barely heard him. Her gaze was trained behind the group of bullies and her mind was rapidly forming a plan. She returned her attention to the boy and adopted a bored expression.

“I don't have time for your barking, little dog. Go beg some scraps from Master Quilb.” Then, though it went against every one of her instincts, she turned her back on the group of humans and faced the Chiss girl, whose anger, she noticed, had faded to an almost undetectable level.

Adira didn't even have time to speak to her before the first blow fell across her shoulders. It hurt, but not as bad as she had expected; her opponent relied on brute strength more than technique, and it showed. Adira's plan, however, counted on him being a better combatant than she, so she used the momentum from his strike to propel herself forward, tucking into a ball at the last second to lessen her impact against the ground. She stayed there, arms curled around her head for protection, waiting…

“Padawan! Drop your training saber this instant!” The voice thundered across the training grounds, and Adira was reasonably sure that every Padawan within earshot had immediately thrown their weapon to the ground.

Knowing that they would never dare to attack her with the attention of a Jedi on them, Adira gingerly unfolded her body and sat up in time to see Master Jallo striding up to the group, his normally cheerful face grim and focused.

“Padawan Berik,” he said in a low voice, placing his hands on his hips and pinning the boy who had struck Adira with his serious gaze. “What were you thinking, to attack an unarmed Padawan? One who is younger than you, and who had her back turned?”

Adira stopped listening. She had no doubt that Master Jallo would punish the offenders suitably; she had more than enough experience in that department, and if any of them got off with less than a week of extra chores and an ethics essay, she’d eat her tunic. No, their consequences were of no concern to her—she was much more interested in studying the Chiss girl.

She remained standing on her rock, watching the proceedings before her with those wide, red eyes. She wore the same white cotton tunic and loose pants that Adira and most of the other Padawans did, although hers were much neater than Adira’s own, which were covered in enough dirt and grass stains that it wasn’t strictly accurate to call them white anymore. Her black hair was cut short, barely brushing her eyebrows in the front and sticking up in one hundred different directions in the back. That hair was the wildest thing about her, and it made Adira smile.

Adira could no longer sense any emotion from her, anger or otherwise. Her clenched fists had relaxed and her face betrayed more of a nervous surprise than the tension it had earlier. Adira wondered whether she was shocked at Adira’s own actions, those of Master Jallo, or something else entirely. Maybe she just wasn’t used to seeing people get in trouble. She didn’t seem like the sort who normally got up to mischief, that earlier spike of anger notwithstanding.

Adira sidled closer to the rock, closing the few steps between them so she could speak quietly to the girl.

“Don’t worry, you aren’t going to get into trouble. You didn’t do anything wrong,” she whispered, careful to keep her voice low enough that she didn’t interrupt Master Jallo. “What’s your name?”

The girl looked at her uncertainly for a few seconds before she answered. “Kallie.”

“Kallie. That’s pretty. I’m Adira.”

Kallie nodded shyly. “Hi.”

“Hi.” Adira flashed her a wide grin.

“Padawan Adira.” Master Jallo’s voice pulled Adira’s attention away from her new friend. The group of boys was gone, subduedly headed across the training grounds in the direction of the Jedi Temple, though Master Jallo was still here, his focus on Adira now. She was gratified to see that he held a training saber—he must have confiscated it from the Padawan who hit her.

“Yes, Master Jallo?” she answered, her voice bright. He raised an eyebrow at her.

“A horranth?”

Oh. Oh. Of course those womp rats would blame their actions on her! Her eyes blazed as she drew herself up to her full height.

“He said the Jedi should have killed Kallie, and he was threatening her, just because she’s a Chiss!” Her words were too loud, fierce in their defense of her actions and her friend, but she didn’t know how to quiet them. “I did call him a horranth, but he was acting worse than one! At least horranths—”

“Padawan.” Master Jallo held up one large hand, the one that wasn’t gripping the training saber. Adira glared silently for a moment before catching the exaggerated rise and fall of his chest, all of the sudden remembering what she was supposed to do when she felt overwhelmed by emotions.

Closing her eyes, Adira sucked in a great, deep breath through her nose, inhaling for a count of four, holding her breath for another four count, and finally releasing it through her mouth for the same amount of time. She repeated the action until she felt in control, then opened her eyes once more.

“I’m sorry, Master Jallo,” she said in a small voice, scuffing her foot against the ground and not looking at him. “I didn’t mean to lose my temper, with you or those boys. I just wanted to protect Kallie. What they were doing wasn’t right!” Here her eyes snapped up to his, a trace of the old righteous fury flashing within them.

“You’re correct. It wasn’t right, and I will be making sure they understand why myself. But why didn’t you come to one of the Masters in the first place?”

“Um.” Adira stared blankly at Master Jallo. Why didn’t she go to a Master? She didn’t know. “At least I didn’t technically get into a fight?” she offered up, not really expecting the words to get her out of anything, but figuring she should make the point just in case.

Adira thought she saw a smile twitch into life at the corner of Master Jallo’s lips, but she must have imagined it because the next instant he looked as serious as ever. “You won’t be punished for defending your friend, Adira,” he sighed. “And I am glad that you didn’t resort to fighting.” Now he really did smile. “I guess all that kitchen duty finally paid off?”

Adira grumbled something incoherent as he continued.

“Next time, though, please bring something like this to one of your teachers. That’s what we’re here for, you know.” He turned to Kallie. “You too, Padawan Kallie. You can always come to us for help.”

Kallie nodded hesitantly, answering so quietly that Adira had to strain to hear her. “Yes, Master Jallo. Thank you.”

Master Jallo returned her nod. “Well, then, I’ll leave you to it.” The girls watched as he walked away, crossing a broad patch of grass to the group of teenagers he had been instructing in combat forms before their interruption.

Adira watched them for a moment, captivated by their fluid motions, before turning back to Kallie, who had scrambled down from her perch atop the boulder and was scurrying towards the outskirts of the training grounds.

“Hey, wait!” Adira called, running after her and grabbing her gently by the arm when she caught up. “Where are you going?”

Kallie stared at her, that same surprise from earlier stamped across her features.

“I don’t know,” she answered, looking around blankly. “Just…away. No one wants a Chiss around, anyway.”

“That’s not true!” Adira protested. “The Barsen’thor is a Chiss, and everyone knows she’s the Council’s favorite Jedi!” She crossed her fingers behind her back at that last bit; while it was true the Barsen’thor was a Chiss, Adira had no idea who the Council’s favorite was, or even if they had one at all, but it seemed the sort of position the Barsen’thor might possess, and besides, Kallie needed to hear it.

“Really?” Kallie asked, her eyes alight with interest.

“Really!” Adira confirmed, uncrossing her fingers as she returned to a stricter version of the truth. “I even met Master Tal’shan’ri once. She was amazing! I bet those stupid boys wouldn’t say anything about you being Chiss if they’d seen her.”

“I didn’t know there were other Chiss Jedi,” Kallie said.

“I bet there’s even more than one. We can look in the library later, but first…” Adira looked around, made sure no one had approached them unnoticed. She lowered her voice to a whisper. “Can you keep a secret?”

Kallie’s eyes widened a little, but she nodded.

“Great!” Adira grabbed Kallie by the hand, pulling her back to the path Adira had been taking when she first happened upon Kallie and the bullies. “I can’t wait to show you—“ she stopped in her tracks, Kallie bumping against her side at the unexpected stop. “Do you mind getting dirty?” Adira asked, eyeing her friend’s pristine white clothes.

Kallie shook her head. “I just never had a reason to.”

“Now you do,” Adira said with a grin, and then they were off, Adira leading the way, Kallie stumbling excitedly behind her as they left the path, heading up a steep, sparsely wooded hillside. Adira chattered as they climbed, telling Kallie about the time she met the Barsen’thor, and about kitchen duty, and how she was pretty sure she could tame a manka cat if she tried hard enough, and how she shouldn’t believe anything dumb old Tarsi Celwick might tell her because that girl is definitely a liar.

At first Kallie mainly listened, gasping and nodding and asking for details at appropriate spots, but as they left the thin woods and scrambled along a rocky ridge, clambering over boulders taller than they were and kicking tiny avalanches of scree in their wake, she began to open up as well. She told Adira about the time she was sneaking to the library after hours (“You do get into trouble!” Adira laughed delightedly) and saw Master Safiya, the actual, real-life Jedi Battlemaster, kiss a man on the lips, and how if you promised to be very still and quiet Master Quilb would let you hold the injured baby guid he was nursing back to health, and, back in the shadow of the trees once more, that if you brought Master Mirvue a basket of lipanaberries she would make lipanaberry pancakes for breakfast the next morning.

By the time they reached their destination, the late afternoon sun was just starting to skim the horizon. Adira led Kallie through a gap in the trees onto a large, rocky outcropping that jutted out of the side of the mountain. Below them, the ground fell sharply the hundreds of meters to the Tythos River, which wound through the bottom of the valley like a smooth, silver ribbon.

Kallie gasped at the sight of the wilderness laid out before them. “How did we get so high up?” she asked, her feet inching forward in a cautious shuffle.

Adira plopped down on the ground next to her, pushing limp and sweaty strands of hair away from her forehead and tucking them back into the haphazard bun tied on top of her head.

“We started out higher than you think. The Temple is behind us, and it’s already pretty far up in the mountains. The river winds around for a bit and then there’s this massive waterfall—I can take you there sometime, too, if you want—and then it comes out into the valley on the other side of the ridge, and that’s what you see now.”

“Wow.” Kallie stood and admired the view for a while longer before she came and sat down beside Adira, much more gracefully than Adira had done a few minutes prior.

A companionable silence wrapped around them as they sat, basking in the warm glow of the sun’s final golden hours, serenaded by the sounds of the birds and small animals of the forest at their back, neither realizing that this small moment of peace was everything the Jedi had ever taught them.

After some time, Adira reached out her hand and found Kallie’s, entwining their fingers and giving a gentle squeeze.

“I think we should be best friends,” she pronounced, voice quiet but filled with firm surety.

“I’ve never had a best friend before,” Kallie said, her words just as soft, examining their pair of clasped hands. “But we aren’t in any of the same classes, or the same dorm.”

“So?” Adira asked, turning to face Kallie fully now, not loosening her grip on the other girl’s hand. “We don’t have to be, and anyway, that changes every year. I bet they would put us in the same dorm if we asked nicely. They’d probably think you’d be a good influence on me.”

Kallie considered, laughing a little. “That’s true. I’ve never had kitchen duty and you have like one hundred times!”

Adira giggled as she continued. “And we won’t be Padawans forever. After we’re Jedi, we can get a ship, and go wherever we want! You and me, working together. Taking down the galaxy. What do you think?”

“I think,” Kallie said, the widest smile Adira had seen from her yet spreading across her face, “that I’m going to have a lot more chores to do soon.”

“What? Why?” Adira was confused by her words, and even more so by her apparent happiness about extra chores.

“Because my best friend is a bad influence!”

#swtor #swtor fanfic #swtor asks #swtor dialogue prompt #adira cavell #kallie vosh #swtor ocs #jedi knight #jedi consular #not the canon ones though #otp: pumpkin and blueberry #adira x kallie #baby ocs #yay i'm writing again #sorry it took so long

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warriorstale001 · 2 years

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I'm still alive I swear.

Hopefully gonna try to update Xtra Small soon when I finally find the strength in me to finish this chapter I've been working on for the past year.

Thanks for your patience if you're still here waiting and sorry for not giving any updates for a while.

Have a wonderful day as always.

#update #Warrior speaks #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #Xtra Small #utmv #Yes I'm still around #No I have not given up on my fics #Even In Need of A Good Home #Just need to get into a better mindset for it again #Though I honestly struggle not to cringe when I look back at it #It was baby's first fic but also a I had no clue what I was doing fic #But eh I still don't #There I go monologuing in the tags again #but what else is new #Hopefully gonna feel better about my writing going forward but at the same time #I'm pressing X to doubt #have a wonderful day #Warrior comes out from hibernation

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21 + 46 and Reggie/Alex/Willie?

Dystopian AU + Blind Date

Anon I am so sorry but I cannot not make this pun. This is a Day of the Triffids AU. Basically, everyone who saw a mysterious asteroid shower woke up blind the next day (which is a huge portion of the population since everyone was really hyped about it). Also there's walking plants who will murder you with their tongues and then feast on your corpse.

Considering the chaotic mess the world was, they'd done alright for themselves, really. It probably helped that the band had been super tight beforehand, and that Carlos and Reggie had been super into zombie apocalypse movies. It was really not that big of a stretch to turn a zombie apocalypse plan into a 'my entire family and the whole world is blinded' plan.

In the beginning, Reggie had been the only one in their group who could see, and that was pure dumb luck. He'd forgotten what day it was, worked a full shift at the coffee shop, worked on the song he'd wanted to show Luke later, and then crashed like thirty minutes before the meteor shower was supposed to start, sleeping through all of it.

So yeah, in the beginning, it had been rough. Terrifying. Getting around as a sighted person had its own perils. Plenty of people were willing to get really violent for their chance at a sighted person to lead them around. They'd quickly worked out a system: Luke up front, Reggie subtly steering his shoulders through squeezes. That way, they moved like the others, didn't attract unwanted attention.

It was better when they'd linked up with Flynn's family. Flynn's mom was blind, had been most of her life. She'd helped the others, taught them how to get around. She's started teaching them braille. Alex' little sister, Stevie, and Carlos were picking it up quick as anything. She also loved to garden, so over the summer they'd turned a lot of the available front yard space into edible plants. Reggie's job was to do the morning patrols, finding and burning any triffid podlings that had taken root before they could become dangerous.

That's how he'd found Willie, who had been crouched in front of one of the tomato plants, shoving them in his mouth. He'd spoken before he could think about it, scolding him about not waiting until they were ripe, and Willie had shrugged and said 'they're red aren't they'. Both had realised their mistake almost immediately, but before Willie could run - or skate - away, Reggie had offered him a place to stay.

Willie fit in with their little group perfectly. He was friendly, funny, and just the right amount of chaotic. He was also beautiful, and kind, and great with kids. His laugh was the prettiest sound in the world and he knew how to get pretty much anyone out of a funk. So yeah, Reggie was smitten.

But when he’d seen Alex and Willie grow closer, of course Reggie had taken a step back. Alex deserved the world. Besides, Reggie had other responsibilities, he shouldn’t waste time mooning over some boy. He’d done it before, pushed down his crush on Alex even before the whole world fell apart, and now that was just a dull ache. In time, the same would happen with Willie, and he could move on and be happy for them.

It would be easy to hide his feelings, he figured, since only one person was around to see him. But one day Julie had followed him out during his morning patrol and confronted him about it in the most gentle way she could, and he’d spent an hour just crying in her arms. She’d urged him to talk to Willie and Alex, hinting that there might be feelings there as well, but he’d blown her off, taking her hand and describing the gardens to her while he weeded out any problems. They’d only gone back when Julie had promised his voice didn’t sound all wobbly and hoarse.

He’d forgotten to check if his eyes were still red and puffy. Because of course he had. He hadn’t had to worry about what he looked like in literal years. Which Willie of course noticed. Which had lead to the whole thing coming out anyway, Julie dragging Luke out of the studio by his ear so they could have some privacy.

They’d been dating ever since. And it was perfect. Except dates in the post apocalypse were really more ‘having dinner in the garage alone’ or ‘going to pick the tomatoes together’. It was dangerous to go outside of their little fenced off corner of the neighbourhood. It was hard for Alex to get around in the empty houses on the street, because he hadn’t memorised where everything was.

Still, on the nights the spent together on the pull-out sofa in the garage, the privacy was heaven. Curling up against Alex, playing with Willie’s hair, kissing them both without fear of being interrupted by his little brother or Luke who had an amazing song idea, it was bliss. Tonight, they were discussing things they missed from before the apocalypse. Willie missed skating competitions, and the internet. Reggie was sad they’d never make the next season of his favourite show. Alex sighed, and said he missed the beach.

Which was totally a fixable thing. It had taken them a few weeks, talking to the others behind Alex’ back, making sure everyone was okay with their day trip, preparing the safest route. Willie was the one who usually went outside their neighbourhood, scavenging and skating around. He’d mapped the safest route to the safest beach, getting rid of as many triffids as he could along the way.

But then the day had come. Ray had waited for them at the door, giving him a hug. Reggie had clung to him, nervous. He didn’t want to leave them alone. He’d been responsible for their safety for so long, it felt wrong to leave. Which was exactly why he should, Flynn’s mother had told him firmly, the week before. “Are you sure you’ll be okay?” he asked.

“I’m sure,” Ray said. “You boys deserve this. Go have fun. And Reggie...” He paused, and Reggie tensed. “Remember to wear sunscreen.” Ray winked at him, squeezing his arms before ushering him out of the door.

The walk to the beach was long, and slightly tense. Willie had a make-shift molotov cocktail in one hand, and Alex’ hand in the other. Reggie was on Alex’ other side, quietly leading them around debris and muttering a running commentary of what he saw around them.

They set off at first light, so they didn’t really run into many people, and they were mostly able to avoid the ones who were out, only stopping to make polite conversation with a group of women lead by an old lady with a guide dog. They told them that the beach seemed to be clear today, as Rover hadn’t alerted once while they heard the waves. They even let Reggie give Rover a quick pet, and Alex joked that whatever happened, Reggie’s day was already made.

When they could hear the waves, Willie climbed one of the palm trees to scout the area, declaring Rover was right and it seemed to be all clear. As soon as they hit the sand, Alex laughed, stopping. He yanked his shoes off, and Reggie smiled, shoving them in his backpack while Willie pulled Alex towards the waves.

They played in the sand and the water for hours, taking turns floating on their backs, splashing at each other, just sitting in the surf and letting the waves crash over them. Kissing each other with salty lips. Eating the lunch that Flynn’s mom had packed them. Laying on their backs and soaking up the sun. Maybe even spreading out the big towel they’d packed and... taking advantage of the privacy they had (after they checked and reassured Alex there was nobody around, of course).

And when they got home, salty and sated and happy, they were welcomed with open arms, a home cooked meal, and a good bit of healthy teasing when the first thing Reggie said when asked how it had been was: “I pet a dog!”

#julie and the phantoms #fanfic #ralexie #alex mercer #reggie peters #willie throckmorton #reggiexalexxwillie #the day of the triffids #AUs are awesome #triffid au #I wrote a thing #willie didn't go blind because his evil foster dad caleb locked him up in the basement as punishment for something #KARMA IS A BITCH ISN'T IT CALEB #oh man can you imagine the sheer angst of Alex and Reggie going to get his baby sister like: I'm taking her #and there aint shit his parents can do about it because Reggie can see and they can't #also: Ray teaching Reggie to drive even though he can't see #it is hilarious and terrifying and he mostly plays it by ear and hopes Reggie doesn't crash into anything #Same with ray and flynn's dad teaching the guys how to shave #(Luke is like 'who cares nobody will see' for .3 seconds before Julie tells him she's not kissing him again until he does)#there is so many amazing backstory coming into my brain and I am never going to write it lol

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mx-lamour · 5 months

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Immortality - Chapter 2

Even through the oblivion of vampiric sleep, footsteps pacing the earth beyond my front door prodded me to reluctant wakefulness. It couldn’t yet be midday. My limbs were so heavy I could scarcely move. I grimaced through every left-right tap, tap, tap above me, bracing my palms flat against the surface below.

The barrage finally ceased, but I felt no relief in its absence. I waited. I could picture the raised hand of a commander, calling their archers to nock and aim. My nails scraped against the floor of my box, digging scars into the wood.

I could bear to breathe only when the steps returned. Their second visit was brief and subtler, and then they departed. That seemed to be the end of it. My heart slowed, and thick tendrils of dreamless death pulled me into their embrace again.

When at last the sun had buried itself in the horizon, I stepped outside to find a note wedged into the thin space between door and frame. It fluttered to the ground. I stooped to pick it up.

My dear Lord Vasili,

I hope you can forgive my foolhardy actions last night.

I will prepare to journey to Castle Ravenloft as we arranged. However, I understand if you would seek to revoke my commission. If I do not hear from you before tomorrow night, I will look forward to seeing you again at the appointed time.

Respectfully,

A hastily written postscript simply read: back door.

As always, please leave your comments, criticisms, and kudos! I love them. And I love YOU [platonically] for visiting! ♡

#immortality fic #i'm back baby #so stoked about writing again #stralek #or close enough #i strahd #fanfic writers #fanfiction

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pink-princess-pussy-pop · 1 year

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Rafey - Rafe x Reader FLUFF

Req: I am in need of rafe fanfics so here I am requesting …. I was wondering if you could write something about rafe being really soft when it comes to reader and being completely different from his usual mean personality and just being completely whipped for her?? Hope this is alright :)

Rafe x Reader est. relationship

Warnings: Language, violence, alcohol and drug use, rafe making sexual innuendos lol

Summary: You witness Rafe's animosity towards others and notice the difference in his treatment of you.

SOFT! RAFE IS MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE.

Summers on The Cut were the absolute best. Parties every weekend, the beach with your friends, all the time in the world with your boyfriend, Rafe. The Kook life suited you well.

You stepped into Tannyhill, the blast of the AC immediately cooling your body down from the hellish weather of the OBX. Rafe and Sarah had come together, a once-in-a-blue-moon occurrence, to plan that weekend's party. Rose and Ward had taken Wheezie out of town for her birthday, leaving the elder Camerons alone in the big house. Sarah was in the kitchen, stirring a big cooler of some sort of beverage you guessed you would be indulging in later that night.

"Hey Y/N!" She smiled at you. "Rafe is out getting some stuff for tonight, but he should be back soon!" You nod and cross to the counter where she is.

"Alright." You look around the big room. "Do you need help with anything? Should I-"

"Could you get the ice from the freezer?" You smile.

"Got it."

Fifteen minutes later, and a few sips of Sarah's concoction later, you are giggling on the sofa.

"No way."

"No, I'm serious. After he got his wisdom teeth out, he kept asking to watch The Backyardigans. It was hysterical. Wheez got so many good videos of him." You simply couldn't contain your laughter at the thought of Rafe watching a kids' TV show.

"Yeah yeah. It's hysterical." His voice rang out from behind you and Sarah's eyes went wide as they met yours, a laugh threatening to escape from her lips. You, however, kept giggling.

"Rafey... How often do you watch The Backyardigans?" He rolled his eyes and set his hands on the back of the couch, bending down to meet your height.

"It was a one-time thing, baby." You giggled again and Rafe smiled the tiniest bit. "Geez, how much have you had to drink?" He sat up, running his hand through his hair, which you were thankful for. After you had kept stealing his gel, Rafe left his hair natural, which you were very thankful for.

Sarah started laughing again, which made you start laughing.

"Not a lot!" He rolled his eyes and turned away from the two of you, going to the kitchen to finish preparations. Sarah suddenly gasped and tapped your shoulder repeatedly. "D'ya wanna get ready with me? It will be so fun." You immediately nod.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Sarah jumps off of the couch reaching her hand out for you.

"C'mon!" You grabbed her hand and let yourself be pulled in the direction of the stairs before Rafe's voice stopped you.

"Hold on ladies. I'd like to talk to my girl before you leave me all alone." Sarah giggles again before running up the stairs. You smile and turn to Rafe, jumping a bit in shock when you see that he is already in front of you, his hand on the wall beside your head.

"Hi." You whisper.

"Hi." He whispers back. You grin at him, which makes him smile.

His unoccupied hand brushes a strand of hair away from your face before he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead.

"I bet you're gonna look beautiful tonight. Have fun with Sarah and holler if you need anything." He gives you a real Rafe smile and you return an even bigger one.

Hours later, you were riding on the buzz of Sarah's tasty drinks and some weed. You felt great, the light blue dress you chose for the night fell just below your bottom, something that Rafe had noticed the moment you had walked down the stairs.

He had been keeping an eye on you all night, how could he not with that fucking dress? You looked like you were having a good time with Sarah and the rest of your friends, smiling at you from afar.

"Yo, Rafe!" Kelce clapped him on the shoulder. "Special delivery from Barry." The mention of the drug caught Rafe's attention quickly and he grinned at Kelce.

"Where?" Kelce jerked his head behind him and began to walk away. Rafe turned his head back to where you were and decided you'd be fine on your own for a bit. He met Kelce and Topper in a spare guest-room. The white power clumped on the table made Rafe's heart pound in anticipation. The three Kooks indulged in the drug, making their noses burn and heads spin.

Rafe left the room and made his way back to the party, rounding a corner when a touron bumped into him.

"Hey man! Watch where you're going. Asswipe." The dark haired guy spat out. With the drug mixed with Rafe's temper, the guy was on the floor in an instant.

"The fuck did you just say to me?" Topper and Kelce were right behind Rafe, amused looks on their faces. The party had quieted down, eyes and ears on Rafe and the kid on the floor below him.

You pushed your way to the front of the crowd, staring with wide eyes as Rafe's body loomed over the touron.

"Dude! what the fuck?" The guy scrambled up onto his feet, pushing Rafe back with as much force as he could. "Do you wanna fight?"

Rafe's dark laugh could be heard over the music.

"Awe dude's gone and fucked up." Topper said, coaxing a laugh out of Kelce.

Rafe smirked, pushing the sleeves of his button down up to his elbows.

"Won't be much of a fight dude." Rafe's fist collided with the guys face seconds later, sending him back onto the floor. Gasps sounded throughout the room.

"Rafe!" You screamed as he bent down to deliver another blow. And another.

Rafe managed to control his anger and picked the touron up, clutching him by his shirt.

"Get the fuck out of my house." The touron wasted no time scrambling out of Tannyhill and seconds later, the party was back in full-swing, like Rafe hadn't just beaten a tourist up.

Kelce and Topper patted Rafe on the back as he inspected his hands.

"Rafe." The prior actions had sobered you up almost completely. Their heads snapped to yours and Rafe gave you another one of his rare smiles. You fought the urge to smile back. "Come with me. Let me help you." You glared at Kelce and Top as they giggled at Rafe nodding and following you out of the room like a puppy.

The cocaine had made Rafe hyperfixate on you. Your pretty face, your sparkling eyes, the slight pout of your lips while you cleaned off his bloody knuckles.

"Hi, baby." He whispered. You were standing in between his legs, with him on the counter in his bathroom.

"Hi." You didn't look at him when you replied, too focused on fixing him up and too mad to meet his gaze. That is until Rafe started giggling.

"Well isn't this a switcheroo." Your head jerked up at Rafe's odd choice of words.

"What?" He's grinning at you again and the sight makes your heart race.

"Usually I'm in between your legs." Your head drops in exasperation and you take a deep breath.

"Jesus, Rafe." You refocused back on his hand, cleaning it up before wrapping it with bandages.

"We could make that happen, if you want..." His voice is just above a whisper. You are waiting for a giggle to follow but the room is silent. You look at him and his eyes are wide and pupils blown.

"Rafe..." You take his head in your hands. "Are you high?" A sheepish look wipes across his face.

"Only a little bit." His strong arms wrap around your torso, pulling your body closer to his. His head drops to your shoulder. "Mmmm. Yof snel go." His words are muffled and you stifle a laugh?

"What?" His head pops up a little.

"You smell good."

"Thank you, Rafe." His head pulls back so his eyes can meet yours, a frown present on his handsome features.

"Stop calling me that."

"Rafe? Baby that's your name." He shakes his head.

"You haven't called me Rafey all night." He pouts and you smile.

"Do you want me to?"

"Yes, please." Even though you hate Rafe's use of drugs, you do enjoy this side of Rafe that comes out after he indulges in it.

"Aright, baby." You grab his hand to pull him off of the counter but he doesn't budge. "C'mon big guy." He shakes his head.

"Not until you say it." You set your hands on your hips as you stare at your boyfriend, Rafe Fucking Cameron, the scariest Kook of them all who just fucking broke a kids nose, is sitting on a counter in front of you, acting like a baby and begging you to call him by his nickname.

"Then I guess you're gonna have to be nice, Rafe." His eyes narrow.

"You're being mean. I'm always nice." You roll your eyes. "To you." He reaches his hands out and pulls you back to his embrace. "Please?" His eyes are like a puppies and you can't hold back your smile.

"Rafey..." Out comes another true Rafe grin which makes your heart soar.

"Say it again." His fingers brush your sides as he looks at you expectantly. Your hands reach up to push his hair back.

"Rafey." He thanks you with kisses. Your forehead, nose, cheeks, lips.

"Stop! Ew!" You are a giggling mess. You manage to push the large man away from your body, trying to catch your breath.

You look at him, standing by the door, watching you with a small smile.

"What?"

"I love you." His words go straight to your heart.

"I love you." He pulls you in for a real kiss, one that makes you melt into his arms.

The two of you leave the bathroom hand-in-hand.

"Did you call me 'big guy' ?"

"Shut up."

THIS MADE ME SMILE SO MANY TIMES!

Enjoy!

#rafe fanfiction #rafe x reader #rafe #rafe cameron #rafe obx #outerbanks fanfiction #outerbanks #rafe cameron x reader smut #rafe cameron smut #rafe smut #rafe cameron x reader #obx

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hello!! Your writings are amazing, can i get a james x female reader where reader gets jealous for some reason but she doesn’t say anything and james notices something is bothering her and just lots of fluff? Have a great day!!

i love how i can write fanfic with honest and dreamy characters, james is literally perfect for this! thank you for requesting lovely, i hope you enjoy

james potter x fem!reader

there's a girl at the party who wears your boyfriend's jacket.

you don't react because she's obviously james's friend. james stands next to her, talking to sirius and he doesn't see you standing at the door yet. you look around; you see remus drinking and talking to lily at the corner, marlene and dorcas are busy trying on a new lip gloss and they are clearly drunk. you don't think about the girl you don't know yet, maybe she's cold and james is so lovely, he gave his jacket without thinking anything-

well, there is something which you can't explain in this scenario. the girl keeps leaning towards james, her hand slowly makes its way to touch his arm. she's smiling, she keeps talking to sirius at the same time. she's leaning again, and again, until she presses her head to james's shoulder.

there's a pit in your chest, the possesiveness and the jealousy fill it cruelly. james looks dizzy, he flinches a bit, and he doesn't even look at the girl's direction. his eyes are on sirius, he laughs at him loudly but still it doesn't make you feel any better. she wears his jacket and she touches him, you are begging yourself to go get your boy but it's like your feet are stuck here. your lip twitches, you blink slowly until the ache in your chest lessens.

you take a few steps towards them, finally. james sees you and a huge smile forms on his face. he shrugs off, the girl backs off, james realizes there's an actual person on his shoulder. all of it happens in a second and suddenly you are pulled against james's chest, making an eye contest with sirius black.

"oh, hello." sirius says, he's clearly more drunk than james. "you look gor-geous."

you smile at him, james pulls you to his chest even closer. "thanks, siri. you look like you're having fun."

sirius gives you a charming smile. "i'm having too much fun mocking your boyfriend's new haircut, lovely."

"okay, stop flirting with my girl you dickhead." james says.

you still don't know who the girl is but that's because the boys haven't tried to introduce her. you fix james's hair. "i think it's nice." you say, referring to his haircut. he really looks good.

"yeah?" james whispers. "you like it?"

you nod, james leans in to kiss you. your lips meet halfway and sirius makes a stupid sound he always makes when you show affection in front of him. "ugh, it's like seeing my parents."

you smile, the girl and her hands are almost forgotten. she doesn't let you forget her though, she touches james's arm again and offers him his jacket back and smiles at him.

"thank you, james. i had a great time with you." she says. she makes a great job at ignoring you and your hand on james's back shakes. she leaves, james holds his jacket. you hide your face to his chest. you can't handle your boyfriend being so sweet and oblivious sometimes, you can't help but remember how she looked at james and how she tried to touch him further.

james still doesn't realize anything. he keeps talking to sirius, he thinks you're tired and that's the reason why you still hold onto him like you're hiding. you are not sure if you should feel this much of jealousy but she had his jacket and she touched him and she ignored you and she smiled-

"baby." james's voice interrupts you. "are you okay?"

you nod. "i'm fine. just tired."

"do you want to leave?" his voice sounds like he's sobering up, the effect of drinks slowly leaves his system as he sips ice cold water. you nod, he takes your hand and leads you outside. he passes your drunk friends carefully, you take a huge breath when your face meets the fresh air.

the street is quiet, james still holds your hand. you take another breath, looking at his eyes. you know he doesn't believe you when you say you're okay and act far from okay, but he doesn't push it. he just looks at you with his pretty eyes full of questions.

you can't resist, you can't hide anything from him for too long anyway. "that girl- um, she was wearing your jacket."

"yeah, she's an old friend from school. she said she forgot her jacket and she was cold."

you know he is honest, james has no reason to lie to you. "right." you say. "but well, i just noticed how she kept touching you and- it looked like she was trying to get close to you, i think."

james lifts an eyebrow. "wait, really?" he's cute when he tries to process what happened. "i mean, i don't know her intentions but- that's weird now that i think about it."

maybe it would be hard to believe if it were someone else but you trust james with your entire heart. you know he's open and honest with you all the time, you never had any reason to doubt him. he looks concerned right now, like he hurt you somehow. you squeeze his fingers. he pulls you closer to hug your shoulders.

"i'm sorry, sweetheart." he says against your hair. "i imagine how that must make you feel."

"it's not your fault jamie." you say back. "you were only talking to sirius, i don't even think you realized her touching your arm, you were a bit drunk, remember?"

james hums, your words help but probably because he tries to create the image you saw in his head, he frowns.

you tilt your head back to kiss his frown off. james accepts your kiss hungrily, he kisses you back with adoration. his hands cup your cheeks, thumbs rubbing your skin until you relax.

you give him a smile. "i love how nice you are to people."

james kisses your forehead. "i might be less nice, from now on my girl will be the only one who wears my jacket."

you blush, that sounds good actually. "james-"

"i don't want to see you upset. i'd be upset if i were you."

"thank you, baby." you say. "but you don't have to act differently, i love you exactly the way you are."

james thinks for a moment. "okay. then let's say i'll be more careful to understand people's intentions."

"let's go our home." you whisper. james nods with a kiss on your head.

you kiss him fondly on his cheek, your heart feels like it'll explode out of love. you smile, james's frown fully disappears. you hug him properly, putting your head on his shoulder, feeling his fingers on your hair.

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