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sas-soulwriter · 6 months

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Dark past ideas

A dark past can be really intresting in books .here are some ideas:

Mysterious Orphanage Escapee: A character who grew up in a sinister orphanage and narrowly escaped its dark secrets.

Traumatic War Survivor: A soldier who witnessed unspeakable horrors on the battlefield, leaving deep emotional scars.

Secret Criminal Past: A reformed criminal who once led a life of violence, but is now trying to make amends.

Kidnapped as a Child: A character who was abducted at a young age and endured years of captivity before escaping.

Tragic Family Betrayal: A character who was betrayed by a close family member, leading to a life filled with distrust and pain.

Cult Escapee: Someone who managed to break free from a dangerous cult, but is haunted by their past involvement.

Haunted by a Violent Crime: A person who accidentally caused harm to someone in their past and has been tormented by guilt ever since.

Dark Addiction: A character who battled a severe addiction that nearly destroyed their life before seeking recovery.

Betrayed by a Friend: A friend who turned out to be a traitor, leading to significant emotional trauma.

Abandoned in Isolation: Someone who was left alone and abandoned in a desolate place, struggling to survive.

Witness to a Murder: A character who saw a murder as a child and was forever scarred by the experience.

Childhood Experimentation: A person who was subjected to unethical scientific experiments in their youth, leaving lasting physical and emotional scars.

Kidnapped and Forced into Crime: A character who was abducted and forced to commit criminal acts against their will.

Betrayed by a Mentor: Someone who was betrayed by a trusted mentor, leading to a deep sense of betrayal and loss.

Survived Natural Disaster: A survivor of a catastrophic natural disaster who lost everything they held dear.

Abusive Relationship Escapee: A person who managed to escape an abusive relationship, but continues to struggle with the trauma.

Witness to a Dark Ritual: A character who stumbled upon a sinister occult ritual in their past, leaving them haunted by the experience.

Family Curse: A character burdened by a dark family curse that has brought suffering to generations.

Identity Theft and Framing: A person who had their identity stolen and was wrongfully accused of crimes they didn't commit.

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charrityy · 19 days

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Damián and his love language

• He's someone for whom loyalty means everything, and it's no wonder, given his upbringing in the League of Assassins, he learned that loyalty is very important both in a team and in a partnership.

• Damian could express his love by performing tasks or important missions to protect his loved ones or help Batman and his team in their fight against crime.

• Although he often displays an arrogant and defiant attitude, he could express his love through compliments or words of encouragement towards those he respects or values, such as his father or close allies.

• He could demonstrate his love by dedicating significant time to spend with his family and friends, although sometimes his reserved personality might make it more subtle.

• He's not known for being particularly affectionate, he could show his love through protective or comforting physical gestures, such as hugs or being close to his loved ones in times of need.

#damian wayne x reader #wattpad writer #damian wayne fanfic #damian wayne al ghul #robin dc #damian al ghul

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emmeliamathews · 2 months

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The amount of times I've had to say this on Reddit is insane.

AI writing is theft. The use of AI in writing is plagiarism. You don't have to use AI in order to come up with ideas--that's what writing prompts are for. It's actually better not to use AI, especially since famous authors have sued Open AI because it was using their work to train their AI.

So stop it. Knock it off. Don't use AI, don't encourage others to use it.

#anti ai #writeblr #writing #wattpad writer #fuck ai #ai writing is theft #ai writing is plagiarism #use your imagination #writing prompts are also useful

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samieree · 5 months

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God of War: Ragnarök Masterlist

[General Masterlist with list of boys I can write one-shots with here]

[my works are also avaiable on Ao3: Samiere and on wattpad: _Saelin Also on fanfiction net: Samiere]

Heimdall x Reader one-shots:

Heimdall x Greek Goddess part 1 [request]

Heimdall x Greek Goddess part 2

Heimdall x Greek Goddess part 3 (Mature content)

Reader was away on a mission for a long time, "friends" with benefits relationship [request]

Heimdall x Reader (childhood friends) [request]

Heimdall x Reader (childhood friends) part 2 (Mature content)

Reader is a Greek Girl, who wants to make her revenge on Kratos by killing Atreus [request]

Heimdall x Pregnant Reader

Heimdall x Reader (you slept together after alcohol)

Arranged marriage [request]

Reader is Heimdall's shy, servant girl (Mature content) [request]

Jealous Heimdall x Reader (Mature content) [request]

Banished Heimdall x Reader (Goddess of Nature) [request]

You wanted to learn how to fight, and Heimdall teaches you [request]

Heimdall x Reader with breathing problems [request]

Heimdall x Shy reader, childhood best friend [request]

Heimdall x reader on her period [request]

Heimdall headcanons:

Heimdall x Reader with ADHD [request]

Goddess of Muspelheim || GOW Ragnarök (Heimdall x OC) fanfiction:

Introduction + Prologue

*Chapter 1 || We have to make some rules*

Chapter 2 || Time to see the sun again

*Chapter 3 || Baldur*

*Chapter 4 || What a...!*

Chapter 5 || Goddess of fire

*Chapter 6 || Friends?*

Chapter 7 || Understanding

Chapter 8 || Vanaheim

My tik toks with Heimdall, because I can:

Edit to my fanfic

She do that thing she usually do 🎵

Heimdall being Heimdall

Another Heimdall being Heimdall :D

And another one 😅

Your body language, speaks to me 🎵

Beautiful boy 🎵

Do you like the way I grind, do you like the way I flirt 🎵

I do it for the ladies 🎵

#heimdall #god of war ragnarok #gow heimdall #god of war heimdall #heimdall god of war #god of war #gow #heimdall gow #heimdall x reader #kratos #freya #god of war kratos #god of war freya #heimdall smut #heimdall headcanons #ao3 #ao3 writer #wattpad writer #wattpad

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leoniestarlee · 3 months

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Illyrian Assassin (1)

Pairing: Azriel x OC Aurora

Word Count: 2.9k

Warning: past trauma, slow burn

currently writing a fanfic on here and wattpad! first time doing this, so fingers crossed I'm not too cheesy

The sun seeped into my room through the curtains like golden spears as I lazily opened my eyes to start the new day. I rolled over in my bed, only to be stopped by a small body snuggled up against my side, hazel-brown hair covering the little space left on my pillow. I smiled, pushing away the annoyance as I leaned down and kissed the top of Daisy's—my youngest sister—head. She wiggled around, her wings twitching behind her.

"Stop moving," a small voice groaned from my other side, making a stifled laugh escape my lips as I rolled over to come face to face with Willa—my middle sister—looking up at me with annoyance in her green eyes.

"Good morning to you too," I mused, wrapping my arms around her—careful to not hit her wings—before she could push me away. "You excited for today?"

She tried to push me away, using the strength her eleven-year-old self has, but to no luck, she gave up. "I don't like training with Cass. He's always grumpy when teaching me."

I barked out a laugh, pulling away from her and sitting up carefully to not wake up Daisy. "He was worse with me when we were younger," I said, pushing my chestnut hair back over my shoulders. "Honestly, I think he's just strict, when training, because he cares about you." I looked over my shoulder at her. "All he wants is to make sure you know how to fly and defend yourself. That's all I want for the both of you girls."

"When does Daisy get to start training?" she asked, pulling the fur blanket higher to keep away the cold of the morning.

I wiggled out of bed, avoiding legs and feet as I reached the end and stood up, groaning as I stretched out my sleepy muscles. "She's only seven, Willa. You didn't start training till you were ten." I picked up my coat from the floor, pushing my arms into the sleeves. "If we were back in the camp, you would've started when you were eight, like I did, but we came here before that could happen."

I walked around the bed, pulling the blanket up to tuck in Daisy as she continued to sleep with a light snore. Willa grumbled something about Cassian that I chose to ignore as I walked away from the bed, starting to pick up my clothes from the floor.

"Why do we have wings, but you don't?" Her question caught me off guard, my back straightening as I kept it facing her and my breath caught in my throat. It took everything in me to not reach behind me and touch the ridged edges of my back, where my wings once were.

I'd always wondered when one of them would ask me this question, always hoped they wouldn't. At their age, my horrid story would give them nightmares like my own. And that's something I never want for them to have.

"I'll tell you one day," I quietly said, collecting myself before facing her with a warm smile and pushing away the haunting memories. "I'll make you girls breakfast while you get ready for your morning lesson with Cass."

She rolled her eyes, throwing the blanket over her head as I laughed, walking out of the room. My feet echoed with each step as I walked down the hallway, the white walls bare, except for the few little drawings made by Willa and Daisy.

I dumped the clothes in a basket in the bathing room, where a tub sat under a window that faced the beautiful city of Velaris—my home. From here, I could see the smoke of chimneys that were working for the morning, some going out from the night.

"Can I wake up Daisy since I have to get up early?" Willa asked me, her voice bouncing off the walls.

I walked out of the bathing room, closing the door behind me. "I have no doubt your raised voice just woke her up," I teased, walking into the sitting room that opens up to the small kitchen and dining room. With only the three of us here, we only have a small apartment, which I don't mind.

The only people we have over are the usuals and the only people I trust around my sisters. Cassian joins us every morning for breakfast before training with Willa. Mor stops by randomly, usually with gifts for the girls that she loves as her own. Amren comes over every three days to teach the girls—and me, sometimes—on more advanced education, since I teach the girls the basics like reading and writing. Azriel, he comes over every few days but never stays away longer than three.

And Rhysand...he hasn't even met my little sisters. They were born after he'd gotten trapped Under the Mountain, which means he doesn't even know they exist. That reminder hurts because growing up, he was my closest friend. Within the first year of him becoming High Lord, he had allowed me to do the Blood Rite, even fought for my right after many, many camp Lords refused me. If it wasn't for him, I have no clue where I'd be today.

"Daisy is having a bath," Willa informed me, snapping me out of my pondering thoughts as she strolled into the room.

I took in a deep breath, grabbing the basket full of eggs off the counter. "Did you have one or just change into clean clothes without getting clean first?"

"All I did after my bath last night was go to sleep," she deadpaned, her pre-adolescent attitude gracing me today. "I'm not dirty."

I raised a brow at her, cracking two eggs onto the hot pan in front of me. "Did you know that when you sleep, you produce sweat and other body oils?"

"You sound like Amren," she muttered, flicking her loose hair over her shoulder as she walked toward the couch, and I cracked another three eggs.

"I really don't like this attitude," I grumbled, pushing the eggs around with a fork as I waited for them to cook.

After a few minutes of the eggs sizzling to fill the silence while Willa read and I leaned against the counter, the lock on the front door clicked and pushed open, revealing my tall bastard brother, his black, shoulder-length hair in a small low bun as his wings poke over his shoulders and Illyrian training leathers covered his muscled, golden-brown skin.

"How are my favorite girls this morning?" Cassian said in a way of greeting with a broad smile.

I scooped the eggs out evenly on four plates. "Willa is awake and ready for training while Dase is in the bath," I informed him, putting the dirty pan in the sink. I'll wash it later when I get time.

"And what about you? How are you, Aurora?" He always asked that. Whenever I'd answer for the girls and not myself, he'd ask again until I'd tell him.

"Tired, but once I have a coffee and bath, I'll be ready for the day," I answered him honestly, knowing that he always somehow knew when I was lying. And I wasn't lying today—I'm exhausted after being up most of the night to clean up the apartment after arts and crafts with the girls at dinner last night.

"You're not telling me—"

"I don't want to train today," Willa groaned, cutting him off, the sound of her book closing harshly followed.

I sent her a warning look as I picked up two plates, walking toward the table where Cassian leaned behind a chair. "You're an Illyrian, Willa. Be more appreciative that Cassian is training you."

Cassian waved a hand, sitting down as I placed a plate before him and one across from him. "She's becoming an adolescent. I remember how moody you were at her age—how many males you—"

"Cassian," I murmured in warning, his eyes flaring with playfulness. "Those are stories not meant for her ears."

"Right," he drawled with a grin. Cauldron save me.

"Willa, food is ready," I informed her, heading back into the kitchen as Daisy skipped into the room, a pink dress flowing around her as she smiled up at me. "Good morning," I mused.

"Morning, Rory," she chirped, eyes darting to the plate of eggs on the counter. "Can I have some?"

"Of course," I said to her, picking up a plate. "You need to eat up because we're going to start reading a new book today."

Her eyes lit up, making my heart warm in my chest as she followed me to the table. I placed down her plate of eggs next to Willa, leaving the three of them to eat as I walked back to the kitchen. Before I could eat my food, I threw my hair into a messy bun and splashed some water on my face, the sound of Cassian quietly talking to the girls about more of our culture in the background.

I rarely spoke about our culture to the girls. For me, it was always a hard topic, even if I'm proud to be an Illyrian, it still came with my own horrific memories. I'm just glad Cassian was here to take that place for me, to tell them about the good parts, like our warrior gods and the food from our own people. Willa and Daisy are full Illyrian, with our mother and their father being Illyrian. Me on the other hand, I'm half Illyrian and half High Fae. I can thank my unknown father for my pointed ears.

I placed my plate on the table beside Cassian before heading back to my room and grabbing a hairbrush and two leather bands to do Willa and Daisy's hair.

As I walked back into the dining room, the front door opened again, and I couldn't help the smile on my face as he walked in with a brown paper bag in hand. My eyes drifted around his classically beautiful, but near-unreadable face. The planes of his face have always been and will be, elegant. His hazel eyes locked with mine, a small smile on his sensuous lips.

"Good morning, Az," I greeted him as he closed the door behind him, his wings tucked in tight behind his back. I stood behind Willa, brushing the hairbrush through her knots as she ate.

"Morning, Rora," he softly said with a nod. "Morning girls." He nodded to them, walking to the head of the table and putting the brown paper bag down, ignoring Cassian's glare for not greeting him. "I brought chocolate pastries."

"Yay!" Dase cheered, her eyes lighting up as she grabbed the bag. "Chocolate is my favorite."

"Mine too," Willa said dreamily, holding her hand out to Dase who gave her a pastry.

I got to work on a tight braid in Willa's hair as I said to them, "And what do we say to Azriel for the pastry?"

"Thank you," my sisters said in union before biting into the pastries.

I smiled at them both, finishing the braid in Willa's hair before starting Daisy's. "Willa is training with Cass today and Daisy is starting a new book with me," I informed Az as he sat down next to Cass. "Any plans for you?"

"Just the usual work," he simply said, glancing down at the eggs before looking at Willa. "Is he going easy on you?"

"No," Willa grumbled, sending a small glare to Cassian who only laughed in response. He's used to her little attitude by now. "My arms are still sore from yesterday."

"Did you put on the cream I gave you?" I gave her a pointed look and she huffed, shaking her head. "Well, go put some on now. There's a small tin of it next to my bed."

"Fine," she groaned, standing up from the table with her finished plate.

"I'm adding another five push-ups to your workout today for the attitude," Cassian called out to her. I snorted as I heard her mock him from down the hallway.

I finished Daisy's hair, telling her to put her finished plate in the sink and then brush her teeth. Once she was out of the room with Willa, I sat down in her seat and took my plate from in front of Az.

"I would've made you a plate if I knew you were coming," I said to him, filling my fork with eggs.

He shrugged, his black hair glinting in the morning sun from the open doors leading to the veranda outside. "I had something to eat on the way here." I nodded, chewing my food as he continued, "You okay, Rora? You look...troubled."

Cassian nodded his head, leaning back into the chair made for wings. "I noticed that too. Have you been sleeping and eating?"

"We know taking care of the girls can get tiring for you," Azriel cuts in softly. "If you need a break for a few hours, then you know the four of us are happy to watch them."

I placed down my fork, giving them a small smile. "I'm eating and getting enough sleep. Plus, the girls are great. They help around the apartment and always go to bed when I ask." By looking at their faces, I knew they weren't convinced one bit. I sighed, dropping my head back against my chair. "Willa asked me this morning why I don't have wings like her and Dase."

Cassian let out a strangled cough, his hand hitting against his chest. Azriel stayed silent and I looked back at them. At their sorrow-filled eyes.

They were there that day. The day I got punished for unleashing my wrath against our camp for what they'd done to me. They, and Rhys, were the first ones to find me after everything happened, and since then, they had a special hatred for our old camp.

"Did you tell her?" Azriel hesitantly asked, his eyes calculating on me.

I shook my head, pushing my plate away. "I couldn't," I admitted weakly, avoiding their eyes. "They're too young to know what happened—to know what our people did to me. I won't lay that burden on them. Not until they are older and wanting, truly wanting, to know what happened."

"I don't blame you," Azriel said, and I looked up, but his eyes were focused on his scarred hands. A tragedy that occurred to him when he was so young by his own brothers.

I turned my gaze to Cassian to stop myself from reaching across the table to hold Azriel's hands in my own. To comfort him how I was when I'd lost my wings. But if I reached over now, I know it'll only make him uncomfortable.

"Has Mor had any word from Rhys?" I asked Cass, propping my chin on my hand.

He gravely shook his head. "Nothing. No update. No news." And my heart sunk further for my other bastard brother taken away from us.

"Mother above," I sighed. "I miss him."

"We all do." And that was guilt and sadness shining in Cassian's eyes.

Two pairs of footsteps padded down the hallway, followed by laughter. I sat up straighter in my chair, a fake smile, like Azriel's and Cassian's, on my face as I turned to look at my sisters.

"Willa said I get to start training with Uncle Cass when I'm eight!" Daisy cheered, jumping around the room as Willa laughed from behind her. "I'll get to fly!"

I stood up, laughing at them both. "I remember when Willa was that excited the first time I told her."

"Speaking of which," Cassian said, rising from his seat, "It's time for me and Willa to go start our training."

Willa instantly stopped laughing, a mask of annoyance on her face as she glared at Cassian. Cassian laughed, striding for the front door as Azriel stayed seated, his shadows sticking close to him. The first time my sisters saw those shadows, they weren't scared like I thought they would be. Instead, they stared at him in amazement.

I walked over to Willa, placing a soft kiss on the crown of her head. "Go on." I gave her a gentle push toward the front door, and she started walking with a groan. "We'll bake cookies when you get home tonight."

That had her running toward Cassian and the front door. "I love you!" she yelled over her shoulder, running out the door.

Cassian laughed, looking back at me. "We'll be back before the afternoon, in one piece," he said, walking out the door and closing it behind him.

"Can we read now?" Dase asked, looking up at me.

I smiled down at her and opened my mouth to answer, only for Az to cut me off, "I'll help you get started on the book while Rora goes for a bath."

I snapped my head to him, not expecting him to offer. "You don't have to—"

"I don't mind," he assured me, standing from his seat as Dase ran over to the small bookcase behind the couch, gifted by Amren. "Have the morning for yourself to relax and get ready. I'll watch her and help her read in the meantime."

My shoulders sagged with relief as I sent him a warm smile. "Thank you, Az. I appreciate this."

He rounded the table, stopping before me as I looked up at him. "I'm happy to help you, whenever." He placed a kiss on the top of my head, a somewhat normal occurrence between us since we were young. It never got old though. I always had butterflies in my stomach just from the small, friendly touch. "Go on. I've got her."

"Can we read this one?" Dase asked, holding up a book with fruit and vegetables drawn on the cover.

Azriel smiled at me before facing Dase and walking toward her. "We'll read whatever you want."

I watched, flustered and happy, as Azriel sat down next to her on the couch, opening the book. My heart pounded faster as she laughed at something he said, bringing me more happiness than I expected for one morning.

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fanficforlife · 6 months

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Chapter Nine

Even though it was the middle of August, the air was cool. It probably had something to do with the fact that you were sitting on the back porch at four-thirty in the morning.

"There you are, baby." Kayce sat down on the steps next to you. His arm slid around your back while he kissed your temple. "What are you doing out here?"

You looked ahead of you so he followed your gaze to a bald eagle sitting in a tree. Lee. His hold on you tightened. "I was talking."

"About what?"

"You," a smile pulled at your lips. A comfortable silence settled between you while you watched the bird fly off. "Lee knew I left California to get away from Nick. A few weeks before he died he found me sitting back here. The sun had just started coming up and he asked why I was up so early. I tried to hide it but he knew I was crying. He sat down and made me tell him what was wrong." You took a breath. "I get nightmares sometimes about Nick. Sometimes they're just memories of what he did, other times it's him finding me."

"Baby," the hand that wasn't around your waist reached for your hand, "why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't get them when we sleep in the same bed."

"You should move in with me then."

"Kayc."

"I know. Just me and Tate, for a while at least. Did you have a nightmare tonight?"

"No. I just woke up and couldn't get back to sleep. I didn't want to wake you." Your fingers played with the button on the cuff of his sleeve. "Lee always told me I was safe here." You let out a small giggle. "And, that even though you hadn't asked me out yet, you wouldn't let anyone touch me."

Kayce chuckled. "He was right about that. I wouldn't have let your ex or anyone else near you. I still won't."

You smiled at him before looking out at the trees.

"Letty?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you feel safe here?"

"Yes." Your eyes met his hazel brown ones. "You make me feel safe."

He smiled and ran his hand across your jaw, pulling you in for a kiss. "I love you, Letty."

"I know." You smiled. "I love you too."

"I gotta drive around and check some fences. What do you say we grab some coffee and you come keep me company? And, instead of sleeping in your bed again because Tate wanted to spend the weekend having a sleepover with his grandpa, we could spend the night at my place?"

"Yes and yes."

"Tate will be here with Dad so we have the whole day and night to ourselves." His perfect grin formed before he kissed you. "Go get changed. I'll get the coffee."

"Meet you in the kitchen in five minutes."

After going inside, you both walked through the living room to the hallway. As you went to walk passed the kitchen to your room, he stopped you. "Baby, are you okay?"

You looked up at him and smiled softly. "You worry about me too much."

"I worry about you just as much as I should be. Now answer the question, beautiful."

Your hands came up and rested against the sides of his neck, your thumbs running across his stubble-covered jaw. "I'm okay. Just missing your brother."

"Me too."

"He would be so proud of you, Kayce."

"After kicking my ass for waiting so long to ask you out."

You giggled. "Yeah, that's probably true."

"Thank you for being there for me through that and every day since then."

"You're welcome. But, you don't have to thank me. I wanted to and I needed you just as much as you needed me."

His hand ran across your cheek. "I still need you."

"Right back at you." You rose to your toes and kissed him before going to change.

You leaned against the fence post watching Kayce while he finished securing a section of barbed wire that he had to replace.

"There," he straightened up, "that- What?"

"Nothing."

"Nothin'?" He came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. "What are you thinking about?"

A smile pulled at the corners of your mouth. "You." You leaned back against him while you both looked out over the pasture to the mountains.

"Yeah?"

"Mhm."

"Is that all I'm gonna get?" He chuckled and turned you to face him.

"I just..." your hands rested on his chest, "I can't believe I'm here with you. You are the most hardworking, caring, understanding man I have ever met." Tears pricked the back of your eyes. "I would go through everything in California again if I knew that it led me here."

In response, he grabbed your face and kissed you. "I love you more than anything on this earth, Letty. Well, you and the kid."

"I love you too." You giggled and slid your hands over his shoulders, clasping them behind his neck as your lips met his. When the kiss started to grow heated, you stepped back. "You need to work."

"I just finished the last one."

"Yeah?"

The smirk that drove you crazy, in the best possible way, formed. "Yeah, now get back here." His hand slid into your hair pulling you in. As the kiss intensified, he picked you up and carried you to the tailgate of his truck. It was already down with tools sitting on it so he pushed them to the side before setting you on it. His eyes met yours and you smiled.

While you unzipped and shimmied out of your jeans, he unbuckled his belt and pushed it down. "Kayc," you moaned when he slowly thrust into you.

"Fuck, baby." His fiery eyes met yours. "You're fucking perfect."

Your hips rolled to meet his with every thrust. "Yes," you moaned when one of his hands left your hips and went between you to your clit. "Yes. Yes. Kayce." It didn't take long for heat to start pooling.

When your orgasm had passed, he took your hands which had been gripping his shoulders and lay you on your back. "I want one more, baby." You nodded as you looked up at him, making the smirk you love form. He put your legs over his shoulders and started pounding into you.

You could feel a rough section of the tailgate scrape your ass cheek but you didn't care. He had you at the perfect angle and you started to clench around him. "Oh, god. Kayce."

"Yes, baby. Give me one more." His smirk reappeared. "Come for me, Letty." That put you over the edge and you fell apart. He came seconds later, spilling into you.

"You good, baby?" He asked as you lay there trying to catch your breath.

"Mhm," you mumbled with a smile.

He chuckled and zipped his jeans up before putting your underwear and jeans on you as far as he could get them with you still lying down.

After carefully getting to your feet, you pulled them up the rest of the way.

"Hi." Kayce smiled down at you, his hands going to your waist.

"Hi." Your fingers brushed his hair off his forehead. "That was...wow."

His smirk formed before he kissed you. "I'm gonna have to agree with you on that. Now get your sexy ass out of the way so I can clean up."

You giggled as he squeezed your sides. "What do you have to do now?" You asked as you leaned against the side of his truck.

"I gotta go to town to pick up a few things." He informed, closing the tailgate. "Where do you think you're goin'?" His hand wrapped around yours, stopping you from going around to the passenger side.

"Maybe I don't want to sit beside you." You teased.

He backed you against the truck and pressed himself against you, keeping you in place. "You don't, huh?" The smirk that drove you crazy formed.

"Don't look at me like that we both know because we both know what comes next."

"You. Once, sometimes more."

"Kayce!" You gave him a shove so you could slip free.

His laugh followed you as you climbed into the truck. "You're cute when you blush."

"Oh my god." You groaned, burying your face in his shoulder while he buckled his seatbelt.

"Even cuter when you come."

Your jaw dropped as the red on your cheeks darkened.

He reached across your lap when you tried sliding across the seat. "I'll stop."

"Says the guy with the mischievous grin on his face."

"Get back here."

You gave in with a smile and settled in next to him. "You're lucky I love you."

"The luckiest." His lips pressed against your temple before he started the truck.

When you got closer to town, you looked in the rearview mirror and started taming your hair. "You should leave it."

"It's a mess."

"You have that just had sex look."

"I did just have sex."

"Yes," he squeezed your knee, "but everyone else will see it and know you're mine."

You giggled, "I'm pretty sure everyone will know that without advertising what we just did. You always hold my hand when we go to town, or have your arm around me, your hand on my back." After smoothing the last tangled strand, you leaned back against the seat. "I'm guessing you don't hold Ryan or Colby's hand when you go to town to pick stuff up."

"Definitely not." His laugh echoed through the cab.

A comfortable silence settled between you as you rested your head on his shoulder and thought about how much your life had changed in the last seven and a half months. You escaped from Nick and the nightmare he put you through and ended up meeting a man so good you didn't think could even exist. Going through hell had brought you to the most amazing version of heaven on earth. And, you would endure it all over again so you could end up with the cowboy sitting beside you and his son.

"What are you thinking about?" Kayce asked as he joined you on the porch of the foreman's house. You had made his mom's stew and biscuits for dinner so he offered to put the leftovers away. "You've been kind of quiet since I got back from helping Dad in the barn before dinner. I told you it would just be us today, I'm sorry."

"No, it's okay. It's not that."

"Then what is it?"

Your fingers picked at the cuff of your sleeve. "When you were with your dad and I was inside with Tate making the biscuits, Tate...he told me he loves me. He's said it before but it's always just been love you. When the biscuits were in the oven we were talking about what he and his grandpa did today. I was leaning back against the counter, when he was done telling me he came over and wrapped his arms around my waist. He looked up at me and he said I love you." Tears started to pool in your eyes while you stared down at the ends of your sleeves. "He told me he was happy I came here because I'm kind of like his mom. Then he rested the side of his face against my stomach and hugged me. He laughed and said I make you happy so you're not as grumpy anymore so I can never leave."

Kayce chuckled, "he's right, you do make me happy." When you continued staring at your hands, he took hold of your chin and lifted it, making you look at him. "Hey, talk to me." Concern was evident in his voice when he saw tears start to trickle from your eyes. "Was it because he thinks you're his mom? I'll tell him not to call you that."

"It wasn't that."

"Nick?"

You nodded as you drew in a shaky breath. "If he finds me he said he would kill whoever helped me."

"Baby, it's been almost eight months since you got away from him. He would have found you by now."

"But, what if he's still looking? What if he does eventually find me?"

"If he does, he's not going to get a chance to kill anyone."

"What if you're all gone and just me and Tate are here? What...Tate-" A small sob cut you off.

Kayce wiped away your tears. "I know what you're thinking and you're not leaving. Tate loves you, I love you. Hell, everyone on this ranch loves you. You belong here." His fingers tucked your hair behind your ear before going back to try and dry your cheeks. "I'll tell you what. Tate's closet in the main house is five times bigger than it needs to be. Since we spend most of the time there anyway, especially you and him when I'm working, we'll close in part of the closet so he can hide in there. I'll make the door look like part of the wall so no one will know any different. Okay?"

You sniffed. "Okay."

"Come here." You stood up and he guided you onto his lap so you were straddling him. His hand rested against the side of your neck. "Tate's not the only one who thinks you're kind of like his mom. You are beyond amazing with him. I know we've only been together for three months but I know that God sent you to me. We belong together, Letty."

"Kayce." A smile finally formed before you pressed your lips against his. It didn't take long before you both needed more. He stood up taking you with him and carried you to his bed.

After setting you on your feet, his hands went to work on your jeans. As he pulled them down, his hand ran across the scrape you got from the tailgate making you flinch. "Did I scratch you?" When you both looked you realized what it was from. "Shit. I should've put a blanket or something down."

"It's not that bad... if you kiss it better it will be as good as new."

"I can't have my baby hurt." He smirked, sinking to his knees and doing what you said. But, he didn't stop there. He kissed his way across your hip before taking off your underwear and jeans and gently pushed you onto the bed.

"Kayc," you moaned as he buried his face between your legs.

His hands slid under your thighs and gripped your hips, securing you in place. "You taste so damn good." He groaned before going to work again.

"Oh, god." After a couple of minutes of just using his tongue, one of his hands left your hip. His fingers dipped inside you while his mouth focused on the bundle of sensitive nerves. Your hands dove into his brown wavy hair. It took only minutes for your stomach to begin to tighten and waves of intense pleasure coursed through you.

When you came down from your high, Kayce's lips crashed against yours. He ushered you backwards, away from the edge, so he could climb between your legs. You could taste yourself on him as his tongue danced with yours.

He slowly thrust into you. His hand went to the back of your neck and he lifted you. "You're mine." His eyes pierced yours.

Whenever Nick told you that you were his it would make you feel hopeless and scared. Hearing Kayce tell you that you're his drove home the fact that this is where you were meant to be, with him and his son. "I'm yours." You breathed out, your eyes never leaving his.

*****

You parked one of the Dutton's work trucks in front of the grocery store as a patrol car was making its way down the street. While you got out, the police car parked behind the truck, blocking you in.

"Ma'am," one of them greeted as they walked up to you.

"Hi."

"Can I ask why you have the Dutton's truck?"

"I'm umm, getting groceries. I work for them." You swallowed nervously as memories of Nick in his police uniform filled your head.

"We've never seen you around town before."

"I've been here since the middle of February."

"Uh-huh." They exchanged doubtful looks. Sweat covered your palms. "Can I see your license, please?"

Panic set in. "I-I didn't steal it."

He nodded. "Let me just run your license and we'll get this cleared up."

"You can call John. He'll tell you I work there."

"We will after we check your license. Is it in

there?" He asked as he stepped forward and dumped the contents of your purse onto the driver's seat. You were frozen in fear. After opening your wallet, he pulled out your driver's license. "Well, Violet Smith from Los Angeles, I'll be right back."

Your heart rate was out of control, you were trembling. The officers could tell you were guilty of something so the other officer stood in front of you, corralling you between the open truck door and driver's seat, while the other went to the car.

Seconds later, the officer returned from the car. "I think it's time you tell us your real name because it isn't Violet Smith."

"I-I-"

"Cuff her."

"No."

"Put your hands behind your back."

"Please. Just call John. Please!" Tears started falling from your eyes.

Once the handcuffs were secured, the officer took hold of your arm and put you in the back of the car. People were standing around watching as the other officers locked the truck. After they both got in, they drove to the station.

"No! No!" You pulled against the two officers who had uncuffed you and were trying to take your fingerprints. "Please, don't. Please!"

"What the hell is going on here?" Sheriff Haskell came out of his office.

"We're trying to take her fingerprints but she's resisting."

"Please, don't. Call John Dutton. He'll tell you I work for him. Please!" You begged with tears streaming down your cheeks.

The sheriff looked at you for a few seconds. "Put her in one of the cells."

"But, we haven't even started with the paperwork or anything yet."

"I'll take care of it." He took your license off the counter. "Just put her in a cell."

"Just call him, please. I'm not lying!"

The officers took you through a door and your pleas died off. They brought you down the hall, putting you in one of the cells that lined the wall.

The door shut behind you with a clang, making you flinch. You went to the bench lining one wall, buried your face in your hands and cried. John would have to tell the sheriff who you were. Nick would come get you because he would see it on your file after the sheriff put your information into the computer. You mourned for the life you had here, for the friends you made, for the Duttons, for Tate. And, for Kayce. Nick would do whatever he wanted to you once he brought you back. But, the thought of never seeing Kayce again made your heart hurt so much that it was hard to breathe. Death would be better than having to live without him and his son.

"Where is she?!" Kayce's voice echoed down the hall.

When you heard it, a sob left your lips knowing it was only a matter of days before you would never hear it again.

"Violet!" As soon as the sheriff unlocked your cell, he flung the door open and ran in. You stood up and his arms wrapped around you, crushing you against him. You clung to his shirt as a fresh wave of tears spilled down your face. "I'm here, Letty. It's okay. You're coming home."

"N-Nick- He-he knows- I can't g-go back."

"He doesn't know, baby."

You pushed on his chest so you could look up at him. "He will! My name-he-"

"He won't know you're here because your name is Violet Smith." John finished from where he and the sheriff were standing outside the cell.

"But..." your eyes went to the sheriff.

"I've known John a long time." The sheriff informed. "He filled me in on everything. You're safe here, Violet. And, as far as the two who brought you in, and everyone else working here know, you're hiding from an abusive ex who's a cop, hence the fake ID. That's all they need to know." You looked at him unsure. "Nick and everything about your old life is safe with me. I won't be telling anyone." You gave a small nod of your head and a warm smile formed on his face. "I think it's time to get you out of there and back home."

"Come on, baby." Kayce kissed your hairline before putting his arm around your waist and guiding you out.

"I'm sorry, Vi," John said as he squeezed your shoulder. "I should've known it would be a matter of time before one of the knuckleheads working here stopped you."

"It's not your fault."

He smiled. "Let's get outta here."

The second you climbed into bed Kayce pulled you into his arms. You burrowed into him as close as you could get. "I was scared." He admitted into your hair after a couple of silent minutes.

You shifted so you could look up at him. "You were scared? Nothing scares you."

"Losing you scares me." His brown eyes were watery. "The sheriff called Dad while we were working in the barn. All Dad said was it's you and to get in the truck. I think he drove faster than I've ever seen him drive before. If they would have booked you in...I would have been sitting in that cell right next to you." He slid his hand into your hair and rested his forehead against yours. "I can't lose you."

"I can't lose you either." You sniffed, fighting back tears. "I thought I would have to go back."

"Baby, you are never going to lose me. No matter what. And, he is never, ever getting you back. I love you with everything I am, Violet."

"Kayc," tears started trickling over, "I love you too." Your lips met but this one felt different than all of the other ones. This one captured the last lingering thoughts you had of having to leave, of not getting too close. He took them all along with the last brick you had guarding your heart and you gave yourself to him, all of you. This was your home and he was the man you were supposed to be with.

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simonnebethel · 4 months

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Writeblr Introduction

Just learned what a writeblr intro is so I'm gonna make one before I go to bed lol

I've already done something like this a few days ago but that was when I had no clue what I was doing lmao, so might as well make a more in depth one

About me:

19, she/her, bi

American

I write mostly fantasy and urban fantasy, and honestly i dont think i've ever written a story that was non-fantasy lol

Started writing when I was 10, but it was mostly Warrior Cats fanfiction on Wattpad lol. I went through a writing slump for most of highschool but last year I decided to get back into it since I'm not doing anything else lol

I like to read fantasy and classic lit, also anything with vampires. I also have a soft spot for slowburn romances where the main characters dont kiss until, like, the 4th book heehee

In love with anything gothic, vampire, and wlw 👩‍❤‍💋‍👩

I think one of my more niche interests is any early 2000s fantasy/sci-fi movie with a nu-metal/rock/alternative soundtrack like Queen of the Damned and The Crow. They are just...*chefs kiss*

My current stories:

A Chant for Blood (Formerly known as Account of Calamity)

Account of Calamity is a gothic victorian fantasy about a Grand Marshal, Karliah Helisende, and a blood-drinking fiend, Yorick Gwynplaine, who work together to investigate the mysterious portals that spawn dangerous creatures into the city of Isarnan, all the while Karliah is being haunted by the mysterious ancient temple that watches over her every move.

I'm currently working on the second draft, and I may start looking for beta readers once I'm finished, although I know I'm not far from finished with this novel. I also plan to make it a 4 or 5 book series, and slowly add a slowburn romance.

12/30/24 - Second draft has been finished!!

Looking for beta readers! Look here!

Our Demonic Hearts - The Craven Pact Series #1

Our Demonic Hearts is a urban fantasy about a cambion woman, Ana Kravens, haunted by her past. Taking place in a small Mississippi town, a man she went through a traumatic incident with, Beau Motloe, shows up on her doorstep one day with a deal; help him find his missing mother, and he'll give back the memories she lost during the traumatic incident. Her father, a demonic creature of unknown origin, wants nothing more than the Motloes dead, claiming that they were the very reason his daughter was almost killed 6 years ago. Ana goes against her father's wishes and accepts Beau's deal, suspecting that her father isn't telling the whole truth about that fatal night.

It is completed and available on Wattpad and Royal Road!! It was just a small project I had done for Nanowrimo, and has been edited at least once before being published. However, I plan to make it a trilogy and maybe have some spin-offs. This story is fairly new, but most of the characters are at least 5 years old and I love them very much <3

What I plan for 2024:

Finish the second draft of Account of Calamity and look for beta readers(Completed as of 1/30!! Will be looking for beta readers soon ^^)

Start the second novel of The Craven Pact Series

Write a short story/novella or two taking place within the Account of Calamity universe. My brain is currently exploding with ideas rn

Write a short story about Ana Kraven's mom and how she met Marchosias, Ana's father.

Plan something for Nano?? Idk where I'll be in November lol

I'm interested in following other writers and reading everybody's stories! I would also be interested in a beta read/beta swap ^^

Other sites I'm on:

Wattpad: LillithOfBees

Royal Road: SimonneBethel

Nanowrimo: BeeWitch

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sushirrrry · 2 months

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happy saturday!

I've felt so welcomed to this community & I am SO glad that you guys have been devouring my stories the way that you have. it means the world to me <3

I'm currently working on my masterlist for my stories, so please be patient with that -- but if you're currently interested in any of the THREE (!!) that I've posted so far, here are some links to them with a small description if you're interested.

here is my brief little intro: my name is em, I write harry one-shot blurbs but they're usually au/oc rather than y/n/reader (even though I know that's the preference on here, but that's just my writing preference!). you can find me on twitter (sushirrrry) and wp (sushirrrry), where I post my full-length series (coming soon ;) )

as I said, I currently have three stories up at the moment, and would love for you to check them out. I take requests & work through them as quickly as I can. if you're interested in a request - here is a small way to give me some guidance (hehe)

one-shot request application (all will be au/oc): send a submission trope: smut? (yes/no): any kinks?: preference on word count (short/full-length/words/etc.) small description:

LINKS TO MY CURRENT STORIES:

wrangled - cowboyrry, lots of smut, ranch, age-gap, cw listed

order - bodyguardrry, royal family, smut, power kink, cw listed

bound - softrry, best friends to lovers, no smut, love confession

hope you have a wonderful rest of your weekend, see you soon <3

#harry styles #hs #harry fic #harry styles fanfic #harry styles smut #harry styles x original character #harry styles fanfiction #anon ask #harry wattpad #ask #harry fanfic #harry styles oneshot #harry styles imagine #harry styles fluff #wattpad #wattpad writer #send anons #links #linked to story

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somegurl8 · 2 months

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HEY YOU

Yes you!

Are you a fan fiction writer, reader, or both?

Do you want to help a college student out?

I'm currently taking a class right now called Intro to Fan Studies and as a part of my final where I'm looking at the relationship between fan fiction readers and writers alongside "fan fiction etiquette" I wanted to conduct a survey relating to the subject, so if anyone has the time I would love for someone to fill this out: https://forms.gle/MzccEL56EHBFXLgq9

Would appreciate reblogs on this so that more people can see this as the more responses I get the better! The survey will close in about three days so get your responses in sooner rather than later!

Edit: So I originally closed this survey because I had enough information for my class and technically I’ve finished that class, but so many people keep liking this post or reblogging it that you know what I’ll open it back up. Now it’ll just a thing for fun for myself to look back at every now and then. So go crazy y’all

#fan fiction #fanfic #fan fiction writing #fanfic writing #ao3 #wattpad #ao3 fanfic #wattpad writer #ao3 writer

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smninthisworldd · 1 year

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did this and bruh…….. 🫣🫣 i’m so down bad for these two y’all it’s not a joke anymore

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bijouxcarys · 3 months

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This year marks 10 years since I started writing fanfiction.

Many people don’t understand how therapeutic and effective writing fanfiction can be.

It’s saved me from my own head.

It’s given me a distraction when life got too much.

It’s given me something to aim for.

It’s given me comfort through my imagination.

It’s been a significant part of my development as a writer.

It’s made me realise how much I love storytelling.

It’s allowed me to build friendships with communities of people all around the world.

It’s been an effective way for me to manage my autistic meltdowns and executive dysfunction.

It’s encouraged me to read more.

It’s made me realise that I do have a talent for writing and I could make a life out of it.

It’s helped me understand my idols on a deeper level.

It’s taught me more about sex, consent, and relationships than school ever did.

It’s developed my research skills.

And probably most importantly… it’s saved my life.

So, next time somebody tells you—confides in you—that they write fanfiction, read fanfiction, create fanart, or anything of the sort, don’t judge them for it. You may just be condemning the one thing keeping them going.

#fanfiction #fanfic #fandom #fanfiction writer #writer #author #Wattpad #ao3 #ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic #wattpad writer #fanfic writing #about fanfiction #fic #fic writing #defending fanfiction because it’s amazing #fan #fans #storytelling

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canonicallyincorrect · 4 months

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LOOKING FOR FANFICTION AUTHORS!

New year means a new batch of fanfiction author interviews! If you are a fanfiction author (or if you know a fanfiction author) who would like to come onto Canonically Incorrect to talk about fanfiction, fandom, and everything fannish, DM us here on Tumblr or email us at [email protected] to join us on the show!

NOTE: You must be over the age of 18 and have written and published fanfiction on any fanfiction forum, website, or webpage to be interviewed on Canonically Incorrect.

UPDATE: We are officially booked up until 2025! Thank you to every fanfiction author who reached out to us wanting to be on the show. We have an incredible lineup of author interviews because of y'all! If you would still like to be a guest on Canonically Incorrect to talk about fandom and fanfiction, please reach out, but know that we will be booking for 2025.

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pebiejeebies · 4 months

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Woah,, my first ever book cover art :o

Time taken: 1hr, 16mins (I AM SHOOK) And yes, that awesome title is my handwriting 😌👌

If you don’t know what’s going on, let me fill you in!

I’m making a fanfic on Wattpad, (User @Pebie_Jeebies) and this is the cover for it! I’m going to post the book once I finish the first page, right now I finished the introduction and taking a break by admiring my art now :D gonna watch some yt and stuff,, soo yeah!!

I made this story cause, first of all.. PAINTBRUSH, second of all, they needed something ,, like— have you seen that silly billy get angry?! My dude (in an enby way) was a FREAKIN BOMB!! I just HAD to make something abt them!!!

And I’m like.. kinda excited to use cool new words to sound cooler.. heheh >B3

@moonsprout-sys tags you cause u seemed interested abt it my last post! <33

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