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popsickless · 23 days

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Neuvillette - part 2 --------------------

coat, spare compass, hair clips, eyeliner and your bag. Shit you have your bag. The stress was high this morning. Rummaging around your house completely forgetting how you got ready with the same routine you had for the past 8 years. Why was today different? Theres been plenty of times where your schedule had been thrown off and you dealt with it like a badass.

"For god sake...my badge.." sighing to yourself, dropping the bag and running back upstairs for 'fontaine community helper badge.' Something youve been proud of since the day you got it. From Chevreuse herself. Just about to head out the door you stop once again. "My bag." You felt like punching yourself in the head.

Rushing through the city of fontaine, the day seemed quite pleasant today. Sure you were stressed, acting like the whole world was about to collapse, the whether was just unimaginably beautiful.

There had only been one time where you were in Neuvillettes Office. Months ago. With a huge group of people. What if this time is different. What if its just you and him? Like you care, he probably just wants a quick chat about yesterday. Finally making the destination, the huge blue pearl doors open with ease. Melusines protecting the perimeter of the entrance.

"Good morning guys" you smile to the cute elements. The melusine smiles back brightly, his pink fur shining from the reflection of the sun. He bows his head and accompanies you to the front desk, where you was met by another melusine.

The melusine at the front desk 'dena' greets you. "Ahh you're here because neuvillette requested you." Dena smiles, and writes your name down on the clipboard wedged up by a pencil case on the desk.

She gets up from her seat as she comes round. Her big eyes look up at you, glittering with happiness. "I will fetch monsieur neuvillette, he might take some time. Would you like to take a seat" she gestures towards the seating area just across from neuvillettes office door. "Thankyou miss." You smile.

Carefully taking a seat you rest your hand on your lap. How come you're suddenly sitting like youre the most formal person in the world. "Oh my, you're nervous?" A high pitched voice comes from the left of you.

You almost fell off the soft cushioned seat by the sudden voice. You chuckle awkwardly. Which was out of character. Massively. It was the melusine from outside the building.

"You scared me heh.." taking a deep exhale, calming your nerves. The melusine fails to hide his laugh. "Personally i dont think i look that intimidating." The melusine replies. You give a polite smile, glad to have a little company whilst you wait for neuvillette. Your eyes wander down towards the melusines uniform, his name card pinned to the top left of his shirt. "Rowan, thats a nice name, you look like a rowan." You jokingly say, pointing towards the miniscule pinned metal. He chuckles and fidgets with the namecard, tightening the grip on his uniform.

You feel a random palm on your shoulder. The same feeling from yesterday. That could only mean...

"You have made it. That could only mean you recieved my letter." A soothing tone comes from behind you. Your eyes dart to the slender hand on your shoulder. "Neuvillette.."

You both walk towards his office, as Rowan goes back on patrol outside. Dena holds the door for both you. "All thanks Dena, you are free to go have a break if you wish." Neuvillette suggests as he sends the melusine off.

We both watch as she skips joyful towards the exit of the office. The smile from neuvillette could be heard by a mile away. "I was worried the message wouldnt of been sent off in time. Luckily for us both, it was." He states, taking a slow pace towards the fancy cupboard on the right side of his office. You take a moment to look around, it looked pretty much the same, boring fancy glasses, books and tables. Nothing from the usual.

"Yeah...you had my whole schedule off board this morning." You lightly joke, offering yourself a seat on sofas to the other side of his office. He chuckles softly, grabbing a glass bottle from said cupboard. "You are good at handing situation, so i knew it wasnt too much of a bother. In some cases." Neuvillette takes the bottle and unscrews the lid. This little shit was about to have a drink at 10am in the morning. You wasnt having it.

"Didn't take you as a morning drinker, neuvillette." You ask with quite shock, eyeing up the bottle he had in his hand. It was too far away to read the label. He turns, his gaze on yours. "You're from monstatd arent you? Im assuming you know their water is one of the best.." his expression completely doe eyed and polite, per usual.

Your face drops, suddenly the boring fancy books on the shelves were more interesting to look at. Neuvillette makes his way towards the settee and takes a seat next to you. Placing the glass of water, that was in a wine glass by the way, on the dark oaked table. "Not a water lover I assume." His smile is small, and his eyes on you as he asks the question. Thats another thing that irritated you. His soft blue eyes. Making him look like hes innocent and noble.

You shake your head. "I wouldnt say i take my time to try and pick out uneccesery details." laying back on the sofa, keeping my eyes forward. A chuckle was heard from the right. You just knew that idiot was secretly mocking you, like you was dumb, young, not wise enough to understand. "Anyway, you needed me. For what?" You ask, turning your head to the side to look at him. Before speaking neuvillette takes a sip of his water, your eyes on his lips as he slowly savours the clear liquid. Eyes shut softly, head leant back slightly.

Its so elegant, the way he drinks. You take another 5 seconds to look at him before his eyes open again. Not wanting to get caught staring. Not like you was. Why would you do that? You didnt even like him anyway. Just because you both have the same views on melusines and fontains future. Didnt mean jack shit.

"Ah yes, from my intake on yesterdays incident, i assumed-" a long sigh leaves your lips as you interrupt neuvillette. "Im leaving if you're going to start lecturing me on this again." Said in a bratty attitude, you didnt actually mean for it to come out like that.

[Authors note: sorry for suddenly changing tenses. Its easier to write it this way :D enjoy the story ♡]

I could feel neuvillettes dagger eyes from here, he didnt appreciate that tone at all. With a slightly raised tone: "I assumed that you would be a good companion for this next court case." He firmly states. His eyes still peeled on mine. Looking away with shame, my eyes were glued to everywhere else but neuvillettes. "I-im sorry. I shouldn't of butted in." I may be a very straight forward person but ill be the first to take accountability if im in the wrong.

"And you will do everything in your power to make sure it doesn't happen again." Neuvillettes dark tone speaks. The way he said it sent shivers down my spine. Quick to humble me, he always was...

I quickly felt my face go a bright pink, i loved confrontation but receiving it was a completely different story. Neuvillettes tone lowers down, as he takes another sip of the crystal clear water.

I had completely made things awkward now. And feeling so bad about it aswell. He actually wants me to help. To believe in me. But why. Its a waste of time. "A court case..about what." I ask curiously. The vibe had settled down a little after my blip. "You can assist me with the evidence in todays trial against the treasure hoarders." Neuvillette informs. Handing me the glass he was just drinking out of. As if hes offering me something that i can just get from a tap. Without the extra 60,000 mora he probably paid for it.

"Oh yeah, sure ill help. Will chevreuse be on the case as well?" I ask, bringing the glass closer to my lips, i take a gulp of the water. "We could pay her a visit, she can reccomend any help shes willing to give."

I take a glance at his face, whys he giving me that look? Like im an idiot. Once again. Im going to kill this man...

"Did I say something wrong?" I curiously ask. He gives an elegant soft chuckle. "You're drinking the water wrong." This man puzzles me. Its not wine, its water.

Neuvillette leans in and places a hand around the glass of water that i was holding. He slowly brings the cup to my mouth and begins to carefully pour the water. "Open up...Its not about what you drink, its about how you drink it." His voice barely a whisper. Oh my god... why is this man feeding me water. What is he doing? Making my face go red on purpose. Why am i suddenly embarrassed.

His eyes glued to my lips as he watches the water flow through the creases of my lips. "Did that seem to taste any different than before?" He asks innocently, placing the glass back on the table. I cant say anything, im just wide eyed and silent. Neuvillette gives a small smile, "oh my.. your cheeks have gone rosey. Are you unwell?" I cant tell if hes joking or being serious. I cover my cheeks with the ends of my fingers. They felt warm to the touch.

"Maybe its the water you forced down my throat." I scowl slightly. Neuvillette chuckles and pulls a face as if to say 'of course she would reply with something like that.' He stands up and walks towards his desk, reaching a file from one of the drawers. "This is everything we need to know about the case so far, have a look. Then we shall set off." He informs. I take the file and begin to scan through the information.

The paperwork just explained pretty much everything that went on yesterday. "Theres so many details missing?" I announce, pointing towards the ink written words. Neuvillette nods and takes the file back. "Thats why its vital we talk to any witnesses. Including you and Navia. So we shall head there first." He announces, readjusting the collar of his blazer.

#neuvillette x reader #neuvillette x female reader #genshin impact #neuvillette smut #genshin smut #fancition

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drsunshinestapeworms · 6 months

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yesterday, I posted about how I don't like certain ways paul danos riddler (aka Edward nashton) is characterized in some fanfics. So I'm gonna share some things I do like and some of the ways I write him (in my drafts because I can't write an ending L)

1) I really like it when people write Edward trying to better himself and failing. Like I co-wrote this fic for my friend (idk if she ever published it), and I wrote in that in Edward's apartment subtle signs of this. Self-help books with torn pages, those therapy CD sets. Notes of affirmation stuck to walls. All being visibly neglected or partially destroyed.

Something I find so engaging with Edwards character (from the comics and the movie) is that he tried for a very long time to fit in with day to day society, tried to be normal. Because he believed that is what would satisfy him. And yet he is miserable in his day to day life . Only ever becoming some semblance of happiness when he's formulating his plan & persona . Becoming the riddler if you will.

2) I like it when authors pair Edward with reader insert/oc that is as Cynical as Edward. Don't get me wrong, the whole beam of positivity over Ed's Metaphorical Storm Cloud is adorable, and I enjoy that too. But I'm a hater born and raised, and there's nothing that makes me love someone more than hating together. There is also a nice romantic nuance to that dynamic. Edward has given up on the city, MC has also given up on the city, and he wants to make better not just for himself now but for them. Of course, in a really twisted way, but it's the thought that counts.

3) I like when people actively write the mental gymnastics Edward takes to blame Bruce Wayne for his childhood. I don't want to just read, "I hate Bruce Wayne he ruined my life." I want to read the jelousey turn to envy, envy turn to resentment. Resentment turn to fury.

I'll probably make more of these. Also, if you have any suggestions, I sincerely would love to hear them.

#dano riddler #edward nashton #paul dano #riddler #the batman 2022 #the riddler #fancition #adding this in the tags so no one takes it / srs #ed would totally have a fantasy of being cucked by batman #i have so many wips #writing advice????

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marblebarble · 12 days

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Sun - Peter Pan/gn Reader

warnings // none. this is more or less a comfort read for anybody who needs it.

"Come away with me," he said. "Come away, and they'll never make us go anywhere or do anything ever again."

It is very common knowledge that life isn't fair.

As a child, you understood that before a lot of your friends did. You were forced to grow up fast. You were always a little different, a little misplaced, and often alone. School was a place of stress and home wasn't as sweet as they made it look in the movies.

When you were a little kid, you'd escape into stories; Worlds of adventure and wonder where you could be whatever you wanted. You could save princesses and princes. You could sail a raft through storms using the stars. You could fly.

But stories don't protect you from the world. You had to let them go eventually. So life became studying and applications, part time jobs and debt, losing touch with your few friends and constantly grappling with the feeling that you'd lost *something* a long time ago.

It was a winter night and you sat in your car, far away from home. The stupid thing had broken down on you, and you'd just managed to pull to the side of the road in the middle of a town you didn't recognize. You shivered and climbed into the backseat, bundling up in your jacket and praying that you'd fall asleep before the chill began to ache your bones.

After a while, for seemingly no reason at all, you began to cry. Softly, with the tears being the only thing to warm your cheeks. It was just so dark, so freezingly uncomfortable, and you'd just realized that there was nothing in your life that you really wanted to return to.

What were you missing? You weren't a child anymore, so why did you still feel this way? Why couldn't you just be normal, like every other functioning human being on the planet? Why did you feel so heavy?

Suddenly, something else was warming your cheek- a soft hand caressing your face and wiping a tear away.

You jolted, automatically jumping to the other side of the back seat. You stared at the window, which you didn't remember rolling down. Outside of the car was the face of a boy.

It was hard to make out his features for two reasons. One, it was dark.

Two, he was hanging upside down.

But hanging from what? The top of your car?

Either way, his bright eyes peered at you with an unruly head of hair hanging from his head. You were too startled (and cold) to speak.

"Hello, angel," he said softly. His voice was... warm, and somehow inherently playful.

You stared at him in confusion. "...what?"

"You're an angel," he said sincerely, cocking his head to the side. "Aren't you?"

".....what?" You leaned forward a little, trying to get a better view of him. "Why are you... How are you...?"

As if suspended in tue air, his head turned upright like a dial and you had to guess that the rest of his body was turning with it. "You're cold," he observed simply. He flashed an inherently boyish smile. "Sillly one. You're not wearing any furs. If you stay like that, you're just asking to get sick."

You blinked at him before sniffling. You looked out of the windows and saw that there were no nearby houses with the lights on, nor any cars stopped nearby. He must have just wandered up to you from the road. Maybe he was hitchhiking, or homeless. Either way, he seemed harmless enough, and it was absolutely freezing outside. "I'm sorry," you said gently, "you must be cold, too. Do you want to sit in here until morning?"

The boy looked at you curiously before nodding. You opened the door and he poked his head in suspiciously. He looked around as if he'd never been inside a car before. He crawled carefully inside and sat next to you, shutting the door behind him.

You could see him much better, now. He seemed the same age as you, probably in his late teens. His clothes were... strange. You were slightly more convinced that he was homeless, now. The dirt smudged on his skin attested to that.

"I can turn the heater on," you offered, "but only for a while."

He turned to look at you. "Why were you crying?" He asked, ignoring your words. "I didn't know angels cried."

Despite yourself, you gave a small smile. "I'm not an angel," you said, feeling silly.

He quirked his brow and smiled as if he didn't believe you. "Yes, you are. I've heard stories about them. They're strong and beautiful, like mermaids with wings. And they sing, too! You sing. I've heard you."

You blinked at him, before realizing that you'd been trying to hum yourself to sleep while you'd been crying. He must have heard you through the window.

He might have been crazy, but something about him charmed you. As the two of you spoke, you exanged stories about home. You told him about the stress, about making other people happy and struggling all the time. He would interject only to ask questions- more than once inquiring if any of this made you happy. More than once, you found yourself being depressingly honest.

He told you stories about his home. You didn't believe it for a second, but he seemed to believe it, so you didn't protest. He came up with adventures about pirates and mermaids, about living on a magic island where the winter never came and all the things that had ruined this world never made it to the shores of Neverland.

You couldn't help but listen to him eagerly, like a child absorbing stories they knew could not be real but loved anyway.

It was evident that he loved talking to you. He became animated, miming things out with his hands and reenacting swordfights the best he could in the cramped space of the car. When you laughed, he glowed.

He talked about the boys that he lived with- either friends or maybe siblings of his. He spoke about one of them, who had told him about angels in the first place.

"He told me that angels lose their wings sometimes," he continued. His bright eyes scanned you with interest. "I think you lost yours. Unless you're hiding them beneath your coat, but I don't think they'd fit under there- unless you have little wings like a fairy. But you're too big-"

Suddenly, a firefly zipped in through the window. It flew over the boy's head and began flying around the inside of the car. It even flew into your face, and you gave a little yelp.

The boy chuckled and picked the bug out of the air, holding it in his palm. "I told you to let me talk to them. You don't make good first impressions."

The bug chimed back at him, talking like the sound of a bell.

"No, that's not what I- Well, yes, Tink, but- Okay, okay! You can have one look, but then you've got to let us be. You promised."

The firefly fluttered out of his hand and once again passed by your face. It settled down on your knee. You had half a mind to swat it away, but as you stared at it, you began to see a strange shape in the glow.

Your eyes widened and you gasped. It was a little... person. A fairy. She perched atop your knee and looked up at you, studying you appraisingly. She turned to look at the boy and spoke with her chiming voice in way you could not understand.

"I'm Peter."

You turned to look at the boy and he grinned at you. "Peter Pan. Her name's Tinkerbell, but she also answers to 'royal inconvenience'."

The fairy shook her hand at him and seemed to be scolding him. A sense of wonder filled you and you laughed at the sheer strangeness of the situation. "Oh, hello, Tinkerbell." You looked at her with your eyes shimmering and looked back to Peter. "She's very pretty."

The fairy seemed pleased at that. She flew up to your cheek, patted it kindly, as then began to explore the rest of your car. She seemed to enjoy looking through the miscellaneous trinkets in your glove box.

"That's a fairy," you whispered, watching her excitedly. "A real one. Oh my god."

But Peter only watched you. Something twinkled in his eyes, something knowing that seemed beyond his years and seperate from his boyishness.

"Angels don't belong with other people," he said. "They belong in the sky. In a good place, with other angels like them."

You weren't sure what to say, so he kept going. "I have a shadow. He's a quick, mischievous thing, but he completes me, I guess. You, however."

He scooted forward, ignoring any common semblance of personal space between strangers. His eyes scanned you curiously. "You look like you are a shadow. Like the bright part of you has been put away into another room. Maybe it's gone back up to the sky, or maybe you lost it when you lost your wings."

You still weren't sure what to say. Without any warning, you felt the tears want to well up, again. He saw it, and frowned with sympathy. He reached a hand out and caressed your face, the same way he had before. You closed your eyes and melted into the warmth. "Don't cry. It's okay. Please, don't cry."

You sniffled and hid your face in your hands. You heard him shuffle around in the crambed back seat, before he pulled you into his arms and held you to him. He was so warm, like the sun sat inside of him. He put one hand on your head and tucked you beneath his chin.

"It's too cold for an angel, here," he said. "Let me take you somewhere warm."

You chuckled gently. " 'm not an angel."

"A fairy, then. You're a little fairy who can't fly. They won't let you fly, here. They can't teach you how."

He pushed away to look at you. "But I can," he said proudly. "I can show you."

Tinkerbell's voice chimed, and you both watched as she zipped around the car before zooming out of the window. She did circles around you, shining like a shooting star through the windows. It was beautiful.

Then, she aimed up towards the sky and never came back down

"Where is she going?" You whispered.

"Home," laughed Peter. He opened the door and crawled out excitedly. He took your hand and pulled you with him. "If we go now, we can get there before morning. I can show you the stars, and we can help hunt for breakfast, as maybe even ruin Hook's beauty sleep-"

But he tugged at your hand and staggered. He looked back at you. You weren't moving. You were still in the car.

You looked at him with a strange feeling brewing inside. Not a good one. A fearful, doubt filled one.

He knew that look and smiled at you, shaking his head. "You just have to believe silly one," he said. "You just have to think happy thoughts and trust me. The rest is easy."

But you still did not budge.

He sighed and let your hand go. "Alright. But don't act all suprused."

And without warning, he rocketed from the ground.

You watched in pure awe as he flew through the street, looping around lamp poles and wire towers. He giggled as he went, and brought the biting wind with him.

It was exhilarating.

He dropped to the ground before you. He kneeled down and held your hands in his.

"You," he said, still panting from his laughter, "are a lost one. I just know it. I can feel it. You'd be perfect with us. We'd have fun every day and every night. There's still time to escape," he whispered. "There's still time. We can be free."

He stood up, keeping your hands in his. He walked backwards, and you left the safety of the car, walking with him, mesmerized.

"Second star to the right and straight on till morning. You cant miss it. We'll outrun the dawn, if we go fast enough."

He squeezed your hands and the biting cold wind whipped at your side. You ignored it completely.

"Come away with me," he said. "Come away, and they'll never make us go anywhere or do anything ever again."

His feet began to lift from the ground. His eyes glimmered like stars. His hand was warm in your's.

"Come with me, angel. Come back to the sky."

You looked up at him, and it felt like staring into space itself. Like staring into the sun.

"I know you can still fly," he promised. "I'll let you in on a secret. You don't need wings."

And without any effort at all, your feet lifted.

#peter pan x reader #imagine #fanfic #fancition #peter pan #peter pan imagines #gender neutral reader #hurt/comfort #comfort fic #disney

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theladyofdeath · 9 months

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Better or Worse {Epilogue}

Nessian. Angst. Modern AU.

@snelbz x @theladyofdeath collab

Better or Worse Masterlist

A/N: The end. :) Thank you for reading! We've appreciated all the love and support. I'm hoping to start posting a new project soon. Stay tuned!

~ Cassian ~

“What the hell are you doing?!”

I freeze, blinking, and slowly slide my eyes to where Nesta is standing at the kitchen’s threshold, gaping at me.

“What?”

“You can’t have her that close to the stove! What if she catches on fire?!”

I look down to where Evelyn is strapped to my chest, swaddled in the cotton wrap that leaves only her face popping out, her little cheek squished against my chest. She’s sleeping, snoring softly, and perfectly content.

“Nes.” I give my beautiful wife a look as I desperately try not to roll my eyes. “She’s three weeks old. What’s she going to do? Fling herself into the pot?” Nesta opens her mouth to protest, but I go on. “There’s only one burner on, and it’s on low, and it’s the back burner, and I’m letting it simmer. I’m just giving it a quick stir. I can assure you that no infant will be harmed in the stirring of this sauce that will blow your fucking mind. Calm down.”

As soon as those two little words leave my mouth, I know I fucked up. Backtrack. Rewind. The spoon in my hand stills as I clear my throat, scared to even look in her direction. “And…by ‘calm down’...I mean…I love you.”

She approaches, her footsteps light, and she stops beside me. “Be glad I love you too or I’d be tossing your balls into that pot right about now.”

Pain. I feel physical pain at those words. Cringing, I set down the spoon and turn to face her. She’s not looking at me at all, but at the little bundle of joy we brought home three weeks ago. Nesta’s eyes are soft as she leans down and presses a soft kiss to Evelyn’s forehead.

We were instantly in love. From the moment she was given to us, we knew that we were meant to be her parents. It’s hard as hell, raising an infant, and although it’s only been three weeks and I know it’s going to get a hell of a lot harder, I have never felt so fucking blessed.

“Everyone should be getting here soon,” Nesta says, quietly, eyes meeting mine at last. She reaches up onto her toes and kisses me, softly.

Rhys, Feyre, Azriel, and Elain were all in the waiting room at the hospital when Evelyn was born, but we haven’t seen them since. They’ve given us space to settle into our new roles, into this new life we’ve built for ourselves. The solitude, although necessary and beautiful, has been driving us a little crazy, though. Two days ago, Nesta came to me in tears, partly out of exhaustion, I’m sure, and told me she needed her sisters.

So tonight, I made dinner.

Evelyn is in a pretty good routine and will most likely sleep for the rest of the night, only waking up to eat, but she can sleep anywhere. I have no doubt we’ll be passing her around so that everyone can get their baby fix.

They all arrive together, six on the dot, and we greet each other as if we haven’t been all together in years instead of a matter of weeks. I don’t even care that the food has gone cold by the time we sit around the table, too much time being spent doting over the baby for it to stay warm.

Even cold, it’s delicious, I must say. We eat and talk and laugh, and tell them all about every little detail of the last three weeks. Nyx is smitten most of all, wanting to sit next to his cousin at all times and hold her hand. He’ll be a fantastic big brother and I can’t help but wonder if Rhys and Feyre will have more kids. I know Rhys wants a house full, but he’s not the one doing the hard work.

Once we’re full and the table has been cleared, we get comfortable in the living room. Elain is holding Evelyn while Azriel rocks a sleeping Sera. I’m convinced the two of them will be best friends and will most likely raise hell together.

I can’t wait. But then again, yes I can, because she’s so sweet and innocent in this newborn stage that I don’t want that to change. Then again, I can’t wait to watch her grow, to see all those milestones and watch her grow into her own person.

“Careful, dad, you’re getting teary-eyed,” Nesta whispers, leaning into me and patting my knee.

I chuckle and pull her closer. “It’s the lack of sleep.”

Nesta rests her head on my shoulder. “Liar.”

She’s right. It was a lie. I’m overwhelmed, so overwhelmed with love and contentment. We worked so hard to be where we’re at and although it’s not how we originally imagined, I wouldn’t change a thing. I’d endure every bout of heartache all over again that led us here, to this, to her.

Nesta.

Evelyn.

I watch as our family loves on our daughter, watch as our little circle becomes whole. I had dreamt of this, we both had for so long. The fact that it’s now reality is unreal. I feel like I’m dreaming and the fact that I’m not, yes…has me on the verge of tears.

One must slip past my defenses because Nesta reaches up and wipes her thumb across my damp cheek.

No one comments on my crying and I feel zero shame. There is no shame in being unimaginably happy.

“Now I have two cousins,” Nyx says from where he’s climbing onto Rhys’ lap. He scrunches his nose. “When will I have boy cousins? Or a brother? There’s too many girls.”

Rhys laughs quietly. “These girls are going to grow up to kick your butt if you keep talking like that. Especially with these two brutes as their fathers.”

Azriel snorts. “Cass will have Evie lifting weights daily by the time she’s two. She’ll probably be able to kick my butt.”

Nyx laughs at this, head thrown back, his giggles loud.

We stay sitting, talking, reminiscing until even Nyx is snoring soundly in his father’s arms. By the time we finally say goodnight, I’m spent. Exhausted. Can hardly keep my eyes open.

But I don’t care.

Sleep is irrelevant when everything has fallen into place, when every time your eyes are open you feel like nothing can go wrong. We’ve already had our heartbreak, have already faced our trials, and although I’m not naive and know that trials will still come…

I know, without a doubt, that everything will be okay.

I’m sliding into bed as Nesta lays Evelyn in her bassinet next to her side of the bed. I watch as she stares at our daughter, knowing her heart is bursting with pride and love, mirroring my own. I lay down quietly, my eyes remaining on the outline of her frame in the darkness.

“She’s perfect, Cass,” she whispers, and those damn tears return.

“Yeah,” I agree, quietly. “She is.”

She climbs into bed and snuggles up close to me, my arms going around her without a thought. We close our eyes, quickly drifting into the four hours of sleep we’ll be getting, at most, before the soft cries of a newborn fills our silent bedroom.

Sleep is irrelevant.

Our daughter is perfect.

My wife is the love of my life.

And I am whole.

#nessian #nessian bow #better or worse #fanfic #fancition #fanfiction #epilogue #nesta #cassian #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acosf #acofas #snacmc collab #snelbz x theladyofdeath #sjm #modern au #happy endings

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ryry-rebel · 10 months

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First Kiss W/ Asahi Azumane

Asahi Azumane x Reader Headcannon

Warnings- None, pure fluff

Pronouns- None

Word Count- 815

My Masterlist -> Masterlist

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100% Soft boy

He would never initiate the first kiss, never, and you can’t convince me otherwise

He is the type of guy to never initiate any romantic gesture

Actually, I think you were the one who asked him out first. Poor boy would be scared to ask you

What if you said no? What if his teammates laughed at him? Asahi would just rather stick to himself.

With that being said, he was an absolute wreck during your first kiss, definitely didn’t go as planned.

I think he could sense when you were trying to kiss him.

Like picture this- the two of you decided to go to an amusement park. After a day of riding all the rides you could think of, you saved the best for last, the Ferris wheel. It was dark out too, so that really set the romantic mood.

You two boarded the cart and immediately you grabbed his hand.

Poor boi tensed up even from that.

Anyway- you two had made it to the top. There was a lake in the distance, lights surrounded the whole thing. It was a rather beautiful sight. All the lights on the amusement ride attractions were on, very beautiful. There was a light breeze that ruffled your hair (and his)

The mood was perfect

“Hey Asahi?” You would ask as you snuggled into his side.

Dude would be sweating bullets. Not used to the physical affection, especially in public. Even tho you guys are literally at the top of the Ferris wheel, and no one is paying attention to you guys

“Mhm?”

You would look into his big, beautiful brown eyes, and he would stare into yours.

Did I mention how easy it was to get lost in his lovely, alluring eyes?

Asahi would gaze down at your lips. He wants to kiss you; trust me he does. But, he can’t bring himself to do it.

What if he’s a bad kisser? What if his breath stinks? (It Doesn’t).

Then, you would grab his face, caressing his soft cheek with one hand as you slowly leaned in for a kiss…

NOPE

Asahi would turn away, and you ended up kissing his cheek.

“Look at that ride! I think we missed it. We should definitely ride that one before we head home.”

You just got cock blocked by your own date

The night would continue like that.

Every attempt you made he would shut it down. You started to think he just didn’t want to kiss you, but that couldn’t have been further from the truth.

So, as you guys were walking back to his car, you decided to just ask him.

“Why dont you wanna kiss me.”

Asahi would stop dead in his tracks. That question is definitely going to haunt him.

His face would turn bright red, and he would start sweating profusely again. His hands would be all clammy and his voice would be all high pitched and squeaky.

The dude is about to shit himself Ngl

“What do you mean?” (He’s playing dumb, he 100 % knows what you mean). He’s just scared ok 😭

“Every time I try to kiss you, you shut me down. Do you know how many times I’ve kissed your cheek today?”

Now he feels bad.

He’s stressing you out and he never meant to.

He would take a deep breath. He knows he has to tell you. (He’s definitely going to stutter).

“I… Well, I…”

You kind of just stood there with your hands on your hips, definitely not helping the situation. It just scares him more.

“I… I want to kiss you. But… Well, I’m… I’m s-scared. I don’t want to mess it up. I don’t want to be a bad kisser.”

Asahi would hang his head low in defeat.

But you were there to pick it back up.

You would hold his face gently in your hands, rubbing your thumb across his cheek. His face would be hot to the touch, but you wouldn’t mind.

“I don’t care if you’re a good kisser. I promise you baby, there is nothing to be scared of. We can both learn as we go.”

That’s all he needed to hear.

You slowly moved in, and when your lips FINALLY found their way to his, sparks were flying.

The whole damn world lit up for you two. Don’t tell him people were watching you guys kiss. You are in the parking lot after all.

There was no tongue. The kiss was short and chaste, but it was full of unsaid words and love.

Unbreakable and undeniable love

#haiku #haikyuu #haikyu x reader #haikyū!!#asahi azumane x reader #asahi x reader fluff #asahi azumane x reader fluff #asahi azumane #azumane asahi #haikyu fluff #haikyuu fluff #headcanon #haikyu headcanons #haikyuu headcanons #anime fanfic #fanfic #fancition #haikyu fanfiction

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s-123-dont-know · 1 year

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Me logging in tumblr finally with some motivation to read a fic:

Then finding out another of my favorite writers left/deactivated:

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gyumazing · 10 months

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“Am I the RED FLAG?”

Pairings: Jungwon x Reader

Word count: 600 words

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

"Baby, am I the red flag?" you pouted at a slouching Jungwon, who was busy scribbling something on his notebook with his mechanical pencil. He blinked at you, giving you a bewildered look as if you had just asked the most outrageous question. "Tell me now, baby. Don't leave me, please. I swear I would change if ever." Determined to get his attention, you abandoned your textbook and made a beeline for Jungwon, wrapping him in the most exaggerated, clingy hug you could muster. You felt him yelp and gasp for air at your sudden charge.

Jungwon pretended to complain, his eyes widening in mock exasperation. "Can't a guy finish a sentence in peace?" he protested, attempting to push you away while smiling from eye to eye. But, as soon as you released your hold, he seized you and pulled you into an even tighter embrace, pretending to give in to your antics.

“Baby…” you pouted, looking up at his face, your chin on his chest.

"What are you talking about, sunshine?" he said, feigning seriousness as he gently caressed your cheeks and brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear . A mischievous twinkle danced in his boba-like eyes as he continued, "Are you secretly auditioning for a drama? 'Cause you're giving me all the feels."

You couldn't help but giggle at his playful response, your hug loosening slightly as you peeked up at him. "I saw this one TikTok video..." you began, trying to regain some composure.

"Ah, TikTok, the ultimate source of life advice," Jungwon interrupted with a chuckle, shaking his head in amusement. "Go on, enlighten me."

You took a deep breath, trying to suppress your laughter as you explained, "Well, it said that if your partner doesn't have any red flags, maybe you should check yourself because you could be the red flag."

Jungwon burst into laughter, his arms still wrapped around you. He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before resting his forehead against yours. "So, you're telling me I'm too perfect, and that must mean you're the problem? That's preposterous!" he exclaimed, pretending to be scandalized. "You're forgetting that I've been lucky enough to snag the most amazing partner in the universe. You're the rainbow flag that brightens up my world!"

You couldn't help but snicker at his ridiculous analogy. "But seriously, Jungwon, you're so kind, smart, and considerate. I sometimes wonder if I'm the one lacking," you confessed, a touch of self-deprecation in your voice.

Jungwon's expression softened, and he gazed at you lovingly. "Hey, listen. We all have our quirks and imperfections. That's what makes us human, and that's what makes our relationship fun and interesting," he reassured you. "You bring so much joy and laughter into my life. You're the perfect kind of crazy that I wouldn't trade for anything."

You couldn't help but smile, feeling a surge of warmth at his words. "Thank you, Won," you said, snuggling closer to him. "I love you, quirks and all."

Jungwon planted a playful kiss on your nose, then on each of your cheeks, your forehead, your chin, and lastly, your lips. "I love you too, my wonderfully flawed partner in crime," he declared with a grin. "Now, let's forget about red flags and focus on acing those exams. The loser treats the winner to an extravagant ice cream feast!"

With renewed determination and a shared laughter, you both returned to your seats, ready to tackle your studies together, knowing that your love could weather any challenge, even the daunting threat of an ice cream showdown.

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itsyaboighostie · 7 months

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When you wanna make your first DP fic but don't know which stupid idea of yours to choose from, you go to Tumblr. So here's a series of potential fics I wanna make bc my mind is rotten and rotting. Be warned some of these ideas aren't so kid friendly.

Muon

In which the Ghost Portal wasn't just made to be a gateway between realms, but also a biologically engineered ghost trapper made from artificial ectoplasm. Meaning the portal was alive at some point till Danny happened. The Portal still works, of course, it's just that no one knows what happened to the trapper. Wonder where it could be 🤔.

Cookies to those who see the Ghost Busters reference here 😛

Oh Klahona

A story about one of Vlads master plans going a bit too far causing the permanent destruction of Dannys timeline, forcing said ghost to travel to another universe where he was never meant to be. This however is easier said than done obviously bc this boy isn't allowed to get a break, especially from me. Stuck thousands of years into the past of the Ghost Zone, Danny is frozen in time. Cursed to forever grieve his old family and remain conscious all throughout his punishment. The small Ghost eventually accepts his fate, becoming a legend told by the undead through whispers on how he came to be. Until a certain girl finds his resting place.

Ft Halfa Jazz, title inspired by Oh Klahona by Jack Stauber. More specific this line "Tears falling down at the party, saddest little baby in the room, fears, tell me fears, don't get me started, I get a little gray hair for every scare you share."

Winter Birds

Sister fic to Oh Klahona where Maddie, Vlad, and Jack get hit together while they're in college. Maddie and Jack are of course together while Vlad is a close friend. Brain Cookies decide it's high time they start a family together after years of protecting Amity from ghosts, however because of their half-dead status they're unable to conceive children of their own. Of course, this doesn't stop them from looking for a way, and with some research, and help from the Fruitloop, they discover the Ghost Zone adoption system. Things don't go to plan however when they find two children that look suspiciously like them frozen in time. (Description and finer details still a WIP)

Ft Fenton Family Bonding (Everyone is a Half Ghost Edition :D), Tiny Danny and Jazz, some questionable parenting choices, kicking dead ass as a family while causing property damage, and learning how to parent. Title from Winter Bird by Aurora (Sending many hearts to my fellow Sky Kids)

#danny phantom #ghost rambles #ghost biology #danny fenton #ghost zone #dp #dp headcanons #danny phantom headcanon #danny phantom hc #danny phantom au #dp au #fancition #fanfic #danny phantom fanfiction #dp fanfic #jazz fenton #maddie fenton #jack fenton #vlad plasmius

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beatrizmar-world · 3 months

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"What do you mean by this, Crown Prince? Are you defying your emperor?" Naruto's tone had shifted significantly, dangerously calm yet tinged with anger. Kakashi, had he been present, would have recognized this as a foreboding sign that Naruto was on the verge of losing his temper and potentially resorting to violence. "Crown Prince, I would advise caution before your inauguration," Naruto warned, his words carrying a weight of impending consequences.

"The emperor is threatening to withdraw his support?" Neji mockingly laughed. "I'm sure Hinata would love to hear of this".

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Final chapter, chapter 5 of the Emperor is now up!

Truly hope it is to your liking as I've put a lot of time and hard work in to it, enjoy!

#fanfic #ao3 #uzumaki naruto #naruto #naruhina au #naruhina #nara shikamaru #the emperor #hinata huyga #hinata uzumaki #fancition

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knowncorrine · 1 year

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Revealed

Summary: So y/n is Makarov's daughter and the rest of 141 doesn't know. Until he's captured, that's when the truth starts to come out. Warnings: Angst, Minor violence and Minor Curse words.

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This is apart of my upcoming story I’m working on! I hope you guys like!

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The room was silent except for the sound of Makarov's handcuffs jingling as he was dragged by Gaz. Y/n was standing in the corner, her back against the wall, trying to blend into the shadows. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and her hands were shaking uncontrollably.

(Scene Blocked)

Y/n tried to play it cool, but her nerves were getting the best of her. "I don't know what you're talking about," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ghost stepped forward, his eyes narrowing as he looked at her. "Don't lie to us, Y/n," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "We know that you and Makarov have a history. You're not fooling anyone."

(Scene Blocked)

Y/n's eyes flickered back and forth between the members of 141. She knew that she couldn't keep up the charade any longer. They deserved to know the truth, even if it put her in danger. Taking a deep breath, she stepped forward and spoke in a quiet voice. "Makarov is my father," she said, her voice cracking.

(Scene Blocked)

Price's expression darkened. "I see," he said, his voice cold.

(Scene Blocked)

Y/n shook her head, her eyes filling with tears. "Nothing," she said. "I swear. I've just been trying to protect myself, and everyone around me."

Makarov, who had been quiet up until this point, suddenly spoke up in Russian. "That's my girl," he said, a cruel smile spreading across his face. "Always so resourceful, so cunning. Just like her old man."

Y/n flinched at the sound of her father's voice. She had tried so hard to forget about him, to put the past behind her.

(Scene Blocked)

"There's my beautiful daughter," Makarov said, his voice dripping with venom. "I always knew you'd come crawling back to me, Y/n. You can't escape your destiny."

(Scene Blocked)

HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THE SHORT STORY!!

#captain john price #cod mw2 #ghost cod #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #task force 141 #vladimir makarov #y/n #fancition #angst

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hexgirl10 · 3 months

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Fred X Daphne (One Off) Fanfiction

I don't have a title... also this was for my creative writing class so it's only 600 words. It's about Fred and Daphne investigating the disappearance of her sister in an old rundown house. Funny banter included ;)

The wooden floorboards beneath our feet creak in protest as both Fred and myself make our way through the foyer of the old rundown house. Gazing to the left, there is a staircase leading to the upper floor, the barrister caked with dust. This wasn’t surprising as the house had been left untouched for almost a year and a half, making it a likely kidnapping location. Chills began to creep up my spine as I remembered just exactly where I was stepping foot into. In response, I intake a sharp breath and my nose is filled with dust and god knows what else. The smell is musty and there are remnants of moth balls. I feel as if I’m back in elementary school, my legs shaking as I’m next in line for the haunted house.

I’m dragged back into the present by the sound of a tree branch hitting the window to the right, the gusts of wind sounding like a human scream.

“Jeez this place could really use a contractor or two. Or maybe you could demote one of your many loyal servants” Fred quipped, moving his fingers along a table in the foyer, collecting dust.

I realized he was trying to lighten up the situation by cracking a joke or two but I wasn’t in the mood for his targeted humor. “I already told you, we call them assistance or staff, the only people who use the word servants are the ones who can’t afford them,” I shot back pointedly, looking him up and down in an exaggerated fashion. He moved further into the dilapidated house holding his hands in the air in surrender.

“Fine you got me there, Daph, let’s just continue this stupid excuse of a treasure hunt.”

“That’s Daphne to you,” I retorted. We barely knew each other. Who does he think he is?

“Sure Cher, whatever you need.” He turns around and mockingly bows. I ignore him because right now I’m not looking for a fight, I’m looking for clues into my sister's disappearance. However, I am quite happy with the knowledge that Fred has watched Clueless enough for him to know the main character's name. Future dirt I can use on him and his neanderthal teammates. I accidentally let a chuckle slip, I mean come on it’s just too good.

“What is your problem now Princess Fiona?”

Suddenly a beam of light shines through the front door.

“Fuck,” I curse, realizing that Fred and I getting caught at the scene of the crime wouldn’t look good for either of us supposed suspects.

Fred grabs my right elbow and drags me down the hallway. My mind is spinning, trying to figure out what excuse I could use on my parents when they find out I was at the Campbells house, with a Jones nonetheless. As I’m being unceremoniously dragged down the hallway, we both spot a closet and at this point, unfortunately, and I loathe to say this, being squeezed into this closet with Fred is my only option. We both rip the door open, thankful to find space enough for the two of us. However, I’m just glad the closet doesn’t have any coats leftover by the previous owners filled with lice and any other critters. We both squeeze inside the closet, bodies pressed against each other and I just pray that this man is wearing anything other than ax body spray.

#scooby gang #fancition #fanfics #daphne blake #fred jones #banter #mystery incorporated

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animekpopsimp · 2 years

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The Red Light District (Tengen Uzui x sister reader)

High-pitched voices could be heard shouting in the distance as a white-haired girl made her way into the yard of the butterfly estate.

She wore a demon slayer uniform, and her haori was decorated with white, golden sparkles adding to it. Two blades wrapped in bandages rested on her back and her hair was pulled into a side ponytail. The girl found herself standing behind the butterfly girls, and three boys stood in front of them. One of them wore a black and green haori and had deep, maroon hair. The second was a shirtless boy with a boar head covering his features, and the final one was blond with a yellow and orange haori. She also saw her older brother, the sound pillar, Uzui Tengen, sitting atop the front gate of Shinobu's estate. She raised an eyebrow as she pushed past the butterfly girls, coming into view of her brother.

"Aren't you forgetting someone?" she asked, putting a hand on her hip.

"I thought I told you, you aren't coming with me." Tengen responded, both he and his sister ignoring the three boys who stared at her confused.

"You're the one who trained me, besides we make a great team" the girl argued.

"Who are you?!" She suddenly heard a voice yell. She turned to see the boar-headed boy getting into her face, causing her to take a short step back as she looked him up and down.

"I'm Tengen (Y/N)" she introduced herself, a cocky smirk on her face.

"Does that mean?" The blond looked between her and her brother, who seemed amused.

"That's right, this is my little sister," he told the three boys.

"So, are we going on this mission or not" (Y/N) asked, ready to do something other than wait around. Uzui sighed,

"alright your four, let's go." He said, jumping down from the gate as his sister joined him with an enthusiastic smile.

#anime #anime fanfic #demon slayer #demon slayer fanfic #fancition #tengen uzui #tanjiro kamado #inosuke hashibira #zenitsu agatsuma #x reader #sister reader #demon slayer x sister reader #tengen x sister reader

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lvrface · 1 year

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DUCKIE JONES, born as 'Noelle Duckstein', is a wonder of sorts. She's not a humble girl, and one of her favourite activities is looking at her own reflection. But she's not ashamed of it. She loved attention bring on her, she loved being loved. Noelle loved sparkly dresses that neckline's maybe just a bit too low down, always carried around a compact mirror and you would never catch her dead leaving the house without a full face of makeup; even if it was just to answer the door to a delivery. This all most likely stemmed from the fact her mother had put her into this lifestyle at a young age, her own mother being a burlesque performer and pageant queen. Noelle was born to a Mexican woman, Daphne, who grew up in Brooklyn, New York, and whitewashed herself as she grew to gain more opportunities. Noelle never really learnt about her culture. Noelle's dad was a rich man, some fancy lawyer who was an (in)famous criminal defense lawyer but ended up mysteriously dying leaving all his inheritance to Daphne and their only child. He was an all American man, who was born and bred in Brooklyn. Growing up, Noelle's mother entered her into beauty pageants presumably trying to push her daughter into her footsteps.

JUST BEFORE HER FATHER PASSED, the Ducksteins moved from Brooklyn to Miami. It was a rushed move but they ended up in a nice house. Noelle was not even a teenager when her dad passed, being a daddy's girl this death upset her deeply. Noelle and her mother never really got along, and she always had a feeling that Daphne was somewhat jealous of her daughter. There were a handful of heavy arguments but there would never be a conversation that went by that didn't have sly catty remarks made towards one another. As Noelle grew older and went up school years, she became more and more popular due to, not only her looks, but her natural ability to make people want to be her. She did have a handful of people who disliked her, mostly due to her romantic altercations, but she paid no mind to them. Noelle was a cheerleader in her high school, and loved performing and making up routines.

IT CAME AS NO SURPRISE WHEN NOELLE FOLLOWED HER IN MOTHER'S FOOTSTEPS. Her mother originally wanted her to just be married off to some rich man, and Noelle wasn't really opposed to the idea. But she was opposed to the idea that the 'rich man' was a guy who's personality and lifestyle was as dry as a slice of bread. She lived for rushes of adrenaline. Noelle became a popular performer at the 'Babylon Club' being a dancer and occasional singer. She quickly became a local's favourite. Her mother didn't exactly disapprove of Noelle's lifestyle, as it would be hypocritical, but she did believe Noelle could do better than being "some dancer in some club". But Noelle didn't care, she loved her job. But she did always want more. So what happens when the 'more' she was looking for stumbles into the club with a scar across his face?

read full introduction here.

#tony montana #scarface #tony montana imagine #tony montana x reader #tony montana fanfic #fanfic #fancition

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aserene · 4 months

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Aserene's Master Fic List

Last updated 13 February 2024; the newest works are in red. Anything posted on AO3 or FF can be found in this list, fragments and WIPs will be listed at the bottom of each section. My AO3 works are largely locked to registered users only due to AI scraping. If you need an account, please feel free to hit me up for an invite code while I have them to spare.

Fate: the Winx Saga

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

Regin of Dragon Series

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

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

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

Sparrow, Spider this is how it had to be

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

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

Echantix and More

Snow (Silrah, Bloom & Farah bonding)

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

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

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

Lighting (Silrah, Skloom, Protective Farah & Saul)

Farah and the Caturday

Tell Tail Heart (Silrah, transformation accidents)

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

Other Works

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

Made You Look (Silrah, fluffy)

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

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

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

Prompt Fills:

HEX Gifts

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

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

Reverse Big Bang

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

WIPS:

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

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

Exile (High Court Fae take an interest in Bloom)

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

Farah the Cat (WIP for Farah and the Caturday)

Pawlp Fiction (WIP for Farah and the Caturday)

NCIS

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

Long Live the Queen.

February Ills (Fluffbruary Sequel to Carols in the Night)

Carols in the Night (Holiday Found Family)

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

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

Bella Noche (vampires)

One in a Billion (Halloween)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Truth in the Lies (fake marriage)

Ask Her (tag to Knockout)

Say Goodbye 007 (Mentions of JAG, fluff)

The Twelve Days of Christmas (Christmas fluff)

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

Off the Clock (Girl talk)

He Knocked (Episode tag)

Haunting (Halloween Fluff)

Muscle Spasm (Gibbs whump, Jenny gives TLC)

Paris Rose (fluff & crack, lipstick)

Only With You (undercover as married)

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

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

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

History Lessons (Fluffy collection of ficlets)

Judgement Day Rewritten Series

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

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

The Reality of Acceptance (Gibbs follows Jenny to LA)

Expressing the Inexpressible Series

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

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

Home (letters, fluff and angst)

Our Song (tooth-rotting fluff)

Do you Remember? (orchids, hidden relationship)

24 (WIP)

It’s beginning to get to me (WIP)

Anything you can do (WIP)

A little fall of rain (WIP)

Something in Red (WIP)

So Close (WIP)

Ever, Ever, After (WIP)

She’s in Love (WIP)

That’s How You Know (WIP)

One Step Closer (WIP)

WIP

Ex -Files (Gibbs and His Exes)

Watering Your Plants (Post Hiatus)

The Deal (deal to have a baby)

Now I lay me down to sleep (secret relationship)

Xena: Warrior Princess

So you’re saying there is a chance…

All Fics are Xena/Ares

Eventually, these will be rewritten and posted on AO3

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

Reckoning the Thoughts (takes place during “The Reckoning)

The Pendant (Aphrodite fixes Looking Death in the Eye)

WIP

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

Black Roses Red (Hercules bashing)

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

Cross Overs

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

Wishes come True, Not Free (Fate/Labyrinth)

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

Grave Digger Redux (Bones/NCIS)

My Perfect Romance (NCIS/My Perfect Romance)

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

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

#masterlist #fate the winx saga #ncis #xena warrior princess #fancition

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