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strawbsstarz · 3 months

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Rewrite the Stars: Draco Malfoy x reader

inspired by the song from greatest showman lol, had this idea stuck in my head for months, but i feel like i didn't give it any justice though. so sorry that it's poorly written but enjoy ^^

Warning: Angst

Pt 2 HERE

Never in a million years had you expected to be hooking up with the one and only Draco Malfoy, I mean, why would you? There was nothing good to his name other than his money, his face, and his hair and smile, and his laugh, and how easy it was to tease him and the way- okay maybe there was a couple things that you enjoyed about him.

Okay fine, he's attractive, but that's it! Looking at his pretty face from afar was enough, hearing his snarky comments about something stupid will only ruin the experience for you, at least, that's what you thought.

You were content with that, with only watching from afar, because, let's be honest, if people found out about you, a Gryffindor, someone who was acquainted with Harry Potter himself, aka Draco Malfoy's rival, was even slightly attracted to the Prince of Slytherin, imagine the rumors.

Imagine the questions from your friends. Oh merlin, you could practically hear the interrogation: "Y/N, out of all the guys in school why Malfoy? He's a total ass to everyone!" or something along those lines, and they're right, why Malfoy?

Truth is you don't even know, you just thought he was cute. It's normal for teenagers to find the opposite sex attractive, so no biggie, right?

Lucky for you, or unlucky, depending on how you look at it, he was also attracted to you. At the end of year 5, you two had a moment with one another as you cleaned a classroom during detention. You had accidentally slipped on the wet floor and he had caught you.

Long story short, you had ended up kissing on accident and it turned into a clumsy confession. After that, there was a lot of lingering tension between the two of you, people assumed it was just the rivalry between your houses. Oh boy was it far from that. There were many instances where you two would sneak off during passing periods to snog in a broom cupboard somewhere, and it was normal, teenagers being teenagers.

Year 6 felt more intimate. Other than sneaking off to snog somewhere, you two would find yourselves sneaking out in the middle of the night to meet at the Astronomy Tower to just- talk.

It was comforting. Unknowingly, you had found comfort in his presence, and sooner or later, you would realize your growing feelings for the boy. To you, all the stolen kisses and glances meant something more compared to how it started. All the talks about life, family and everything. After realizing your growing crush, you told yourself consistently that this was enough, whatever you had now, was enough.

You two had never talked about what you were. There was some sort of unspoken rule between you two. It was a secret, this was a secret. It was a fun and thrilling one at that, but sometimes, you found yourself wanting more.

You knew about his family and their pureblood views, you knew about the rumors regarding with their relations with you-know-who, you knew how your friends would react, the hesitancy of your own family about the idea of it and sure, you were scared, hell you were petrified but the idea of it was- nice? For a lack of a better word.

Neither of you were dumb. You both knew what you felt for the other. You had long noticed how he would hold you a little tighter, or kiss you a little longer than when he did in the beginning, it no longer felt purely physical and learning things with each other. You had noticed that whenever you would show him something you liked from the muggle world, despite his complaints, he would listen to every word you say intently, and from the corner of your eye, you would notice him smiling and staring at you.

"What are we?" You asked one night as you both stood at the Astronomy Tower, stargazing.

"We're wizards" He snorted as he leaned against the railing, his head looking up at the sky. You nudged his arm and scoffed,

"No you twat, I mean," you bit your lip, "what are we?"

His mouth forms an o-shaped, and silence falls between you two. It wasn't the comfortable silence you were used to, it wasn't the your-presence-is-enough type of silence. It was the type of silence where it was awkward and it made your heart beat fast with uncertainty. Was it a bad idea to ask? Should you tell him you were messing with him? "Hey! I was just joking! Ha! I got you!"

"We're... us...." He finally says. You debated on whether or not you were content with that answer, but you decide to push the topic further.

"And what exactly is us?" You lowered your head as you began playing with your fingers.

Another pause, this time even longer, and the silence was unbearable.

"Y/N..." His tone was soft, and it was gentle. It was as if he was treading lightly on the subject you two had never talked about, "You know what we are..."

Your focus continued on the way your fingers moved, "And what if..I want something more than what we are?"

He sighs, and looks down at his hands, opening and closing. It was a topic he dreaded to talk about. He knew it would be brought up at some point, but he wasn't ready to face the reality yet. He wasn't ready to step out of the comforts of the Astronomy Tower, a place that held such dear memories for the both of you. He had hoped and prayed that whatever you two had going on would stay as it is, a secret. His left forearm burned from the thoughts running in his head. He envisioned nothing but heartbreak from your relationship.

He knew what lied ahead for the two of you, and that's why he desperately tried to keep you as private as possible. He was reckless in the beginning, because truth be told, he originally didn't plan for it to go this far. He never planned to fall in love with you. He never planned this feeling in his chest to grow.

"I know about your parents, and I know about the things you're expected of. I know about the control you don't have in your life, but is it possible for me to expect something? From..from you?" You stuttered, unsure of how to approach him.

Everything stills, and you search for emotion in his eyes. Oh how he wished to tell you everything, everything that had happened in the summer, everything that happened to him, but he knows he shouldn't. He can't bring himself to tell you, because it will only put you in danger. He can't tell you because he wants to keep you safe, he needs you to be safe. You're his safe haven. All the moments you spent together is his way of escaping the dreadful reality he's now forced to live in. Every moment with you is like a dream to him, and if that dream and reality were to one day meet, how will he be able to handle the things that could happen? that would happen?

"It's not written in the stars for us..." He exhales and his eyes can't seem to look at you. You avoid each other, continuing to look far off in the distance of the sky. "It's hard...to imagine us...as more. I never really saw us becoming more than....more than what we are now.." He lied.

Of course he doesn't see himself having a future with someone muggle born, you thought to yourself. You knew that one of the many things that would keep you both apart was your blood status. You knew from the beginning, but that didn't make the pain any less than it was. Your mind began to overthink about all the reason why this wouldn't work, all the insecurities you've had began clouding your thoughts. So many reasons had popped in your head. If he could only read your mind, he would flick your forehead and tell you that all those reasons were absurd. If he wasn't caught up in the middle of his parent's decisions, he would say that he doesn't care about the blood status, he doesn't care about the lives both of you used to lead, he doesn't care about all of it, because he'll always choose you. He'll choose to fight it all for you, with you.

"The cards we've been dealt with in this lifetime, Y/N, it's really not fair. Faith will only continue to pull us away from each other." He turns his head to you, and you catch the look in his eyes, a hint of sadness displayed on his face.

"What if I decide against that? Against faith? Against destiny?" You stood up straight, your vision getting glassy. "Shouldn't we at least try?"

"It's not that easy," He starts, "there's nothing I would love more than- than to be with you." He takes your face in his hands and pulls you in closer, your foreheads touching. You melt in his embrace, your own hand cupping his. "But we can't, Y/N. There's just some doors we can't walk through."

You're eyes began to water, and you regret ever asking. How could you be so stupid? How could you be so selfish and ruin something that should already be enough? Your greed had gotten the best of you.

"What if we rewrite the stars? Draco, it's up to me and you. No one can decide what we do or how we should feel." You cry wetting his hands. He smiles softly and wipes your tears away.

"Love, I know you're wondering why because within these walls, we can be who we want to be..but I know that when we go outside- outside this place, we're gonna be heartbroken and devastated-"

"Because it's hopeless?" You cut him off. You were upset, and you knew he felt the same way too, but it angered you. It angered you how he was willing to give up without even trying, without even fighting for it.

He purses his lips, "You know I want you, but I can't...We're bound to break and my hands are tied, there's just a lot of things that are out of my control.."

"So what? Malfoy, don't tell me you're giving up?" You pushed him away, taking a step back as tears rolled down on your face, "Was it all in my head? Everything we've done? Did it not mean to you as much as it did to me? Is- Is there something I'm missing here?"

His heart quickens at the questions, he's fighting a war with himself, whether or not to tell you why. He wanted to clear up this misunderstanding. if only you knew.

"Y/N..." He tries to reach out for you but you took a step back once again.

"I don't understand why..why-" You choked on your tears, wiping it with your robe, as you began to walk past him intending to leave the tower. The serenity of the night and the cold breeze had began to suffocate you, "You're more of a coward than I thought you were."

He couldn't bring himself to run after you. He couldn't even look at you as you left. His body was frozen. His feet was planted right where you left him, and his heart ached with grief. He knew this was for the best, this was the right choice, he tries to convince himself. He knew that eventually his actions would catch up to him, that it might lead to your endangerment. It's good that it ends now rather than later, but he hated the way you left, hates the way it has to end this way. Even though he wanted to call out to you, to tell you the truth, that he was madly in love with you. Even though he wanted to tell you that; you were worth fighting for, he knows he shouldn't. With the impending war, he holds himself back and it's all for you, even if you don't know it. All of this was so that you wouldn't have to see him as one of them. All of this is to keep you safe, and alive. As long as you're alive, he thinks. All of this is all for you.

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okkotsuus · 1 year

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hii!! a request for the event pls! reader asking #5 with shidou or gojo (i can't decide😭)

kiss prompt #5 with gojo (jjk) !

features: satoru g.

contents: doing gojo because i already did a shidou one. angst if you squint really really hard. dive into gojo's character kinda. fluff. kissing. 0.4k words.

three-hundred event

satoru gojo is a mammoth of a man, this is true. he surpasses six foot, or two meters, with ease.

but what's bigger than his height is his ego. to be fair, he has be heralded all his life, paraded as the peak of jujutsu sorcery. so his ego isn't exactly his own fault, rather something pushed on him to bear the weight of being the strongest.

but with you, he does not feel that constant, crushing pressure. with you, he is not simple satoru gojo or the strongest. with you, he is just him.

satoru gojo, the world's greatest sorcerer is reduced to just a man when he's with you. that why he's dancing around the living room like a complete idiot, to the rhythm of some song he can't even recognize.

all he can focus on is the giggles that ring like bells from your mouth as you watch his form stumble through whatever move you choose to subject him to in this bumbling duet.

he sees you in a sort of halo around the edges of his vision. he's at calm, limitless is shut fully off and he hasn't registered any information from the six eyes since you two started this amalgamated routine. he is at peace.

maybe that's why your statement hits him so suddenly. no six eyes to anticipate it, no limitless to stop your hands from grasping so gently at the collar of his slept in t-shirt. this is the first time satoru gojo has to live life in real time, not in a sped up reality.

"bend down a little so i can give you a kiss."

he has time to savor the sparkle in your eyes and the softening of your muscles in his presence. he has time to process you in your whole without having to react in a split-second decision based on impulse. he doesn't have adrenaline breathing down his neck whilst he thinks.

satoru gojo loves being just a man. and he'll be your man till the day he dies, till the day you both die. so he cups your cheek and hunches his back to press his lips against yours so gently. no cocky, showman's facade. just a man.

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mariistyping · 20 days

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The Glamorous Tale of the Soul King

(art and also story prompt by @elizabeths-storytime)

Summary: Luffy, worn out but excited from the days events, rallies the crew on the deck and asks Brook to tell them a story. As the crew’s resident showman he spins a tale of the difference between being human and being a skeleton.

Word count: 1146 words

Genre: fluff (?) with some angst thrown in because I can’t help it.

Tags/TW: obviously talks about brook's death. A little sadness tinged with skeletal puns.

((Note: I love brook 🥹 when I saw their post about this it broke me and I thought. What better way to start actually writing on here again. I hope you enjoy))

As the thrilling battle winds to a close, the straw hat crew follows Luffy as he laughs in the direction of the thousand sunny. The sun setting over the horizon set the perfect backdrop for another hard earned victory for the crew. As the last member graced the deck of the beloved ship, Sanji calls out loudly.

“Someone start a fire while I start dinner!” He said to no one in particular. The crew set off in various directions to perform tasks before the set off back into the waters of the new world to find their next resting place. Brook walked over to start the fire like Sanji asked, and Usopp followed behind him to help. The two worked in silence until the fire roared bright and they both sat back and sighed.

“Rough day out there huh?” Usopp said with a slight groan. Brook nods back at the man. “My bones are exhausted. All I want to do is close my eyes…” he paused for a moment before following up with “if I had any eyes!” Earning a boisterous laugh from himself while Usopp groaned again, a small smile playing on his lips.

The crew all meandered over to the fire as they finished up their tasks, the conversations growing into a collective small roar as the men and women gathered around the fire. Brook brought out his violin a soft grin on his mouth as a skeletal finger ran over the chipped wood. Many memories were made on this instrument. If it could talk the stories it would tell could hush bars filled with the rowdiest pirates. Brook sighed to himself in pleasant memories as he started up his favorite song.

“Yooooo yooo ho ho. Yooooo yooo ho ho~”

The skeleton man stood up and pranced around the group as he continued to play the song, gathering loud cheers and whoops as he played louder and more carefree. The sounds of the straw hat pirates bring forth still shot memories in his mind of his crew from long ago. As much as he loved the straw hats, he did mourn the way his fingers sounded when he still had human flesh. The strings sounded nasal, high pitched without the hard earned calluses of a flesh and blood musician. His playing faltered for just a second as his thoughts ran wild, but it was enough for Luffy to notice the off key note.

As Luffy sat in the spot next to where Brook was once sat, he eyed the skeleton quickly. He couldn’t help but crack a smile a the man’s enthusiasm as he bounced around, at times bouncing on one foot, playing his violin. To Luffy it was the greatest sound in the world because Brook was his musician.

As he finished up the song and the crew cheered, everyone dispersed into their own conversations filled with laughter and excitement. Brook took his seat back, a somber look on his face as he took a drink from the glass Sanji had placed before him.

“What’s up?” He heard a young, husky voice ask him. As he turned he was instantly greeted by the Luffy’s head extended to where he could look the man in the eye sockets without ever leaving his seat. Brook tried to feign innocence in the face of the young captain, attempting to wave him off.

“Oh nothing Luffy. Just memories of a bygone era lurking up on me.” The skeleton laughed mirthlessly, no smile to be seen on the bottom half of his skull. Luffy cocked his brow and patted a hand on the man’s shoulder.

“Come on Brook. Tell me why you’re so sad!” The captain clapped his hand a few times before sitting up in his seat hushing the rest of the crew. Luffy knew that Brook had a deeper story to tell and he wanted to hear it clearly.

Brook, suddenly aware of all the eyes on him, felt what would be heat run up to his face. That was the worst part about being dead, he thought. He could still imagine the sensations of emotions in his bones, but he couldn’t actually felt them. He shook off the thought and looked around grateful no one could tell he was blushing.

“Ok. Ok..”

~over 50 years ago~

As Brook walked out onto the deck of the ship he shared with the rest of the crew of the Rumbar Pirates, the salty sea air encircled him in a warm summer breeze. He breathed in the smell of the ocean and sighed as he felt the sun shine down on his tanned skin. He held his violin in one hand, and as he woke up a little bit more, he started playing a joyful melody comprised of his favorite song. As his calloused fingers masterfully picked over the chipped strings he felt truly at peace, the music washing a soothing glow over the entire area.

His musical ramblings spurred his crew mates from their various places on the boat and they joined him, a rally of singing, dancing, and drinking, the exertion causing red cheeks and boisterous laughter. The crew in that moment really was a picturesque view of brotherhood and friendship.

Then the accident happened.

Brook remembers waking up cold and alone, his fingers only bones. He would’ve cried had his body been able to produce tears. He missed how his skin felt in the sun, how his sweat rolled down his cheek, and how his fingers picked gently and carefully over the strings of his now ancient instrument.

Every night Brook played his favorite song to put himself to sleep, but instead of the feelings of joy and camaraderie he now only heard melancholy and remorse as he plucked his boned fingers against the weathered strings of the violin. His fingers slipped too often to form a coherent song and the notes were too different for him to like anyways. At least his voice still worked.

~present~

As Brook spun his melancholy tale, the crew had varied reactions ranging from understanding to crying. Brook paused and looked at the faces of his new crew, and for a brief second he thought he could see the faces from long ago. He blinked and they were gone again, but as his current friends faces returned to view he could help but feel a strong sense of love.

While his old crew’s time had passed, he still had his, and the new bonds he had made would stand by his side like the bonds of the Rumbar Pirates once did.

“I thought once that these boney fingers of mine would never make another soul happy again.” He said stretching out his fingers in front of him. “I have to say you guys made me hear my notes differently again.”

He smiled a boney smile. “You put the soul back in the king.”

#one piece #the humming swordsman #brook #soul king brook #one piece fanfiction

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rayrayvan · 1 year

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Be there

Pairing: Shuri x fem!reader

Angst and fluff

It was one of those days wherein Shuri question’s your relationship. But it isn’t about loyalty, it was about how long your patience is and how long will it finally break.

She sometimes forgets your birthday, your anniversary and just some dates you arrange. When she’ll be late, she’ll always receive a genuine smile and “It’s okay” from you. She still questions when you’ll eventually leave her, until one night, she finally questioned it.

You two were having dinner together, her sitting at the head, while you sat beside her. She kept lookup at you and so she finally asked you.

“Why haven’t you leave me?” She asked you bluntly “What?” You were baffled as to why she asked you this kind of question “Why haven’t you leave me?” She asked again, feeling a little agitated by having to repeat her question. She was getting a little impatient when all she heard from you was silence, excluding the noise when you set down your cutlery.

“Shuri why would question that?” You asked her “Well, I forget things. The important things like your birthday, our anniversary and dates that I promise that you also happen to arrange them for, Why haven’t you leave me yet? I’ve been nothing but a horrible wife to you, and yet you’re still here. Even when I pushed you away, and I often wonder when will your patience ran thin to the point it will finally snap. So why are you still here with me?” She finally finished the question and said it out loud, the question that’s pretty heavy on her heart. And when she looked at you , you smiled and told her “The vow, Shuri, the vows on our wedding day that I solemnly kept in my heart. Loving you is easy, being with you is easy and I learned that early in our relationship. Queen Ramonda told me to be patient and understand you , I followed that. Shuri, I love you and screw the things you think you forget about me, I don’t even care. You may forget the what you think are important to me but you forget that you notice the tiny things about me. Like when I’m on my period, I always love having ice cream so you tend to remember the staff to stash ice cream every month or in your routine, you would visit me in my office everyday. Shuri, I’m here because I love you and you love me too, that’s important.” You told her while holding her hand.

Shuri couldn’t help but be in your arms. She rushed to your side, she cried nonstop “I’m so sorry for questioning it my love, I never meant it” She said while still crying in your arms. You hugged her tight saying “don’t say sorry my love, thank you for sharing me what you’re truly feeling. I promise to stay by your side” You told her reassuringly.

After that evening, she would do her best to spend time with you. She will always be there for you when you needed her the most. Bast! She loves you so so much.

Note: Originally I wanted to name this fic with "Tightrope" like the song from The greatest showman, but I feel like this was much more fitting. Hope you enjoy it y'all 🤗🥰

#shuri x reader #princess shuri #queen shuri #shuri black panther #shuri udaku x reader #shuri x female reader #black panther wakanda forever #shuri imagine #letitia wright #mcu shuri

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marsssbarrrr · 1 year

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Dabi x AllMight’s Quirkless Daughter Reader - Caught

Pure. Fuckin. Angst.

Was listening to Rewrite the Stars from the Greatest Showman while writing this so expect the vibes to be heavy 🙈

Fuck. Fuck.

How could the plan go so terribly? You’d gotten the League all the information they needed. You’d preformed perfectly- as had they. But here they were. Trapped in holding cells, under consistent surveillance.

Somehow, in all the chaos, no one was any the wiser about you being apart of the League. After all, you were All Might’s perfect, feeble, quirkless daughter.

Not like you’d be capable of that anyway.

So here you were, tasked with bringing your former friends their dinner. The surveillance was heavy, so you had to be careful not to let anything slip.

The rooms were quirk-proof, a precaution to keep you safe. What a joke. They were worried the League members would try to attack you. Ridiculous.

After making your rounds, Dabi was all that was left.

You’d been in a tough situationship with him for a little over a month now. Stolen kisses and drunken escapades- it was fun. But that’s all it was. All it could ever be. Feelings…needed to stay out of it.

You scan your ID, and the door to the cell opens.

“Dabi.”

His head turned lazily around at the sound of your voice. He was frail, probably due to the slop you’d been forced to feed him daily. That tacked on with the fact he only got two a day, as well as him not getting much physical activity, made his stature almost ironically fitting.

He was on the floor, legs bent doing sit-ups. His shirt was on the other side of the room.

The cameras were in all four corners, as to avoid having any blind spots.

“Well hey there, Doll Face.”

You sighed, setting his food on the table and turning to leave, albeit reluctantly.

Suddenly he was behind you, hand gently rested on your wrist.

“Wait.”

You knew what time it was. The surveilling guard was kn his dinner break right now, and you had maybe five minutes. Maximum.

“Y/N. Please.”

Dabi knew what time it was too.

“Dabi…we can’t.”

You knew exactly what he wanted. A conversation. You couldn’t look back at him, not when you know he had that look in his eyes. Not when he’d been trying to have this conversation for weeks now, and you’d avoided it before they all ended up caught.

“Please…”

He sounded so broken though. So…done.

Gently, he pulled you to him, hugging you from behind. You closed your eyes, reveling in the feeling. In another life, maybe another world, he’s be hugging you like this from behind after he came home from work. You’d be cooking dinner, the house would smell of marinated chicken and potatoes.

Just one last time, you decided. This was the last time.

“Y/N. Listen to me. You need to stop running. From your father, from this, from us. From me.”

Your eyes fluttered open, bringing you back to reality.

“That’s not possible, Touya.”

He sighed, turning you around and lacing your fingers in his. He brought his other hand to cup your face.

“All I want to do, Y/N. All I want to do is kiss you. We could do it, you know? Get out. Get things back to how they used to be. You and me. Screw the others. Screw out fathers- screw society. Y/N, we could leave. Please, fuck,” he looked into your eyes when you almost pulled away, “stay with me.”

You sighed. No time like the present, right? “Touya… I’m not yours.” Your voice broke heavily. “I don’t deserve you- you don’t deserve to be trapped with someone like me. I’m going to get you all out of here…but I won’t be coming with you, Touya. Eventually you’ll see- I’m not the one for you.”

His eyes watered, as did yours. He wasn’t physically incapable of crying, but you were. You had to wrap this up, before it got any more difficult.

“Touya…Dabi. I can’t come with you.”

His eyes searched yours. “Y/N, since you walked through the door of that bar I have loved you. I love you. Please, fuck, don’t do this.”

“Touya, everything is keeping us apart. Our lineage, society, hell even what we want out of life. It’s impossible, Touya.”

“It’s not.”

He squeezed your hand harder, and you looked back up to him. “Y/N, it’s possible. You and me, baby,” his voice cracked, “we can do this-”

“No, we can’t. Do you know why I joined the League, Touya? I wanted to be free. I was sick of society walking all over me and others for things we couldn’t control. There are things we can’t do, Touya, and tearing down all of society? That’s one of them. I’ll get you all out of here. But after that…”

“Y/N-”

“After that you’ll realize, Touya. I’m not the one meant for you.”

“Y/N, all i want is you.”

“And all i want is you. But, Touya,” a sob slipped through, “I can’t have you.”

He pulled you close, kissing you, This was different. Tears mixed with blood and feelings clashed. For him, this kiss was hope. For you, it was goodbye.

You pulled away. “Touya. I can’t have you.”

He looked at you, eyes searching yours once more. “Baby…Y/N, please.”

“Goodbye, Touya.”

Your hand slipped from his, and you made sure to shut the door behind you. You broke down onto the floor, back against the door. Sobs wracked your whole body.

A week later, the footage was leaked to the public. The night you were meant to break the League out. Those left in this fucked society decided, you were to be executed.

Your last thought, as you faced the blood stained wall, was that if you’d only been faster. If you’d only seen through what the heroes were planning that day. You could have stopped this.

The footage was broadcasted around the nation, All Might’s child’s execution. It was ironic, in a way. A real fuck you to society.

As the executioner cocked his gun, you thought to yourself. Maybe this was written in the stars. Maybe, if you’d tried harder. If you’d been better. You and Touya could be back with all the League in a safe house right now. If you fought, now, you could have him. You could try to fight the guard, try to get to him.

You could have him.

All Might’s daughter and Endeavors son. What a ridiculous notion.

Just before the bullet hit, your last thought hit you and your vision blurred, tears finally falling.

Not like you’d be capable of that anyway.

#mha angst #light angst #mha dabi #touya todoroki #dabi #league of villains #my hero academia #my hero academia x reader #dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #touya todoroki angst #dabi angst

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blueeyedgrlwrites · 1 month

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A, M and T for the ask game 💜

Hi my friend! I hope your week is off to a good start.

A: Of the fanfic you’ve written, which is your favorite and why?

Of my old Shadowhunters fanfic, I'd have to say this one. I felt like it was the first fic where I had kind of come into my own as a writer, it was the first one I finished, and it managed to resonate with so many readers who were adopted, and there's no better feeling than being told your work touched someone in such a specific way. Plus, it was also the catalyst for my decision to forego biological children and to adopt/foster to adopt instead.

Of my FirstPrince fanfic, I think the one I'm writing for the RBB is going to be my favorite because I love stories that let characters be human and imperfect, to have imperfect relationships, and to decide that something is worth fighting for. I can't wait for you to be able to read it when it's complete and revealed sometime in June. 💙

M: What’s the weirdest AU scenario you’ve ever come up with? Did it turn into a story?

I don't have any weird AUs per se, but here are the ones I have on my list:

Titanic AU (idk what else you'd expect from a gal that saw it in the theaters 13 times in 97 alone, and watches it literally every time it's on cable)

Greatest Showman AU

DIrty Dancing AU (this one will get written at some point, probably after the big bang)

Age gap AU (i know not everyone is cool with these, but i grew up with a ton of age gaps in my family so i don't even bat an eye at them)

10 Things I Hate About You AU

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rewrite the stars | one shot

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: "Do you believe in destiny?" you asked, looking up at the starry sky. "What?" A surprised Steve looked in your direction. He hadn't expected such a question. "My grandfather always believed that the fate of every person is written in the stars. Every moment is planned in advance and written right there." "That's interesting." he replied quietly reluctantly pulling his gaze away from you and directing it upward. Two friends are no longer able to hide that the feelings they feel for each other are much stronger. Will the stars be on their side? angst/fluff, friends to lovers

I got inspired while listening to the song "Rewrite The Stars" from The Greatest Showman.

the one shot is also avaliable on ao3

6 575 words

"Love is a bridge and not a wall, if we let it be." it's a quote from Sense8, but I really love it and decided to put it here.

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"Do you believe in destiny?" you asked, looking up at the starry sky.

"What?" A surprised Steve looked in your direction. He hadn't expected such a question.

"My grandfather always believed that the fate of every person is written in the stars. Every moment is planned in advance and written right there."

"That's interesting." he replied quietly reluctantly pulling his gaze away from you and directing it upward.

"Ever since I can remember he always bought every possible book about the space. He probably knew every possible constellation by heart." you chuckled at the memory of an older man who spent hours sitting in front of his house watching the sky.

"Maybe he wanted to learn to read them? And maybe he wanted to read his fate from them."

"Maybe. I wonder if he was able to solve this riddle." You shrugged your shoulders.

You were lying with Steve in his garden on a blanket. A pleasant silence surrounded you, with the soft accompaniment of crickets. Despite the darkness, Steve was lying close enough to you that he could easily see your dreamy face gazing at the shining dots in the sky. A few strands of hair fell on your cheeks as the rest spread chaotically on the blanket. Under the excuse of brushing them away from your face, he gently ran his fingers over your skin. For a long time he had been catching every possible opportunity to touch you. You were beautiful. Steve knew it from the moment he first saw you outside Robin's house. You and Buckley had been neighbors and best friends for years, so when he began a friendship with her, she brought you into his life as a package. It didn't take you long to become friends. In addition, you all shared the trauma of fighting monsters from the Upside Down, and this brought you all closer together than anything else in the world. Despite the fact that you were from two different worlds a thread of understanding formed between you that was stronger than all other adversities. The closer he got to know you, the more he couldn't fight the feelings that grew stronger and stronger. However, not wanting to destroy your friendship, he kept repeating to himself that it was just an innocent crush with which it was better not to do anything more. He was firmly convinced that your relationship was platonic with a capital P just like with Robin. You thought exactly the same. You were lying like that next to each other, both unaware of your feelings, wondering if there was a path written in the stars that you could follow together.

Mondays at Family Video were the worst. The monotonous laying out of new movies on the shelves, accepting returns after weekend rentals, and abrasive customers were like a massive punch in the face after the carefree weekend you usually spent together. This one hurt especially. Every now and then Steve would think back to the evening under the stars. To how your quiet and calm voice rang through the garden talking about the stars and your grandfather, or how you laughed at his every joke, even the worst ones. You never let him feel pushed away. You were always the one who listened to his every word and didn't ignore him. He thought about how your eyes sparkled when looking at him and your smile that practically never disappeared. He didn't realize that he was the one causing it.

"Earth to Harrington! Where are you wandering?" Robin's voice brought him back to reality.

"Somewhere between the stars." he replied, smiling to himself. His answer made him feel warm in his heart thinking that you would understand and appreciate this innocent line.

"In that case, go back to our orbit because I have no intention of correcting the wrong tapes after you once again!" she rolled her eyes. Ignoring her words, he continued his daydreaming lazily walking between the shelves on which he put away the plastic boxes. Just as he was almost finishing his rounds, a bell sounded in the store, signaling the arrival of a customer. He reluctantly turned toward the door, but as soon as he saw you standing in it a broad smile appeared on his face. Immediately behind you he spotted Dustin and Will.

"How did we deserve your presence on this beautiful Monday morning?" asked Robin sarcastically, leaning over the counter as you, Steve and the boys approached her.

"I'm bringing gifts!" you replied lifting up a paper bag. "My mom and I were baking cookies and I thought you could use a little sweetening," you said.

"And we wanted to rent a movie." Dustin added, and he and the young Bayers headed for the science fiction section. After defeating Vecna, Joyce, along with her sons and El, returned to Hawkins. Together with Hopper, they moved into a large house on the outskirts of town.

"As for the sweetness I think for Harrington your presence here is enough, so all the cookies are for me!" Robin snatched the bag from your hand.

"Hey!" you exclaimed, ignoring her comment. You didn't dare to look at him however, if you did you would have noticed the blush coating his face. Every time Robin somehow commented that there could be something more between the two of you, you both ignored her letting her words hang between you. Embarrased, he quickly turned away from you by stepping behind the counter and began pretending to look for something on the computer.

"What are you doing for the weekend?" you asked breaking the silence.

"I don't have any plans, do you Steve?"

"Neither." he replied quickly still not taking his eyes off the screen.

"Robin do you remember my grandfather?" you continued.

"Grandpa Dave? Of course I do, he was the best old man in the world!"

"And you Steve remember the last time I told you about him?"

"Uh, sure." Finally, his gaze landed on you. Robin was right, the sight of you was sweet enough for him.

"I found his favorite book about the stars. What's more, I read in the newspaper that Saturday is supposed to be the night of shooting stars! I thought maybe we could meet and try to look for some constellations? Maybe we can read something interesting, and then just watch them fall thinking some silly wishes?" you suggested. Steve agreed without a second thought. Another night spent with you under the starry sky? He couldn't have dreamed up a more perfect evening. He was sure that at least half of his wishes would not be silly at all, because they would involve you.

"Can we come too?" interjected Dustin. "I'll bring my telescope!" he offered.

"We can do it at my place! El, Mom and Hopper are going somewhere for the weekend so, I'll be home alone with Jonathan and Argyle. Our new garden is so big that we'll all fit in without a problem!"

"Argyle is coming?" you asked.

"Yes, he will stay with us for two weeks," said Jonathan.

"Cool, I missed him." you said smiling, and Steve tried to hold back a gentle sting of jealousy.

"So what? Are you coming?" Will looked at the three of you with hope in his eyes. He knew perfectly well that you would not be able to refuse him.

"I'll definitely be there," you said, gently combing the boy's hair.

"Then so will we." Robin replied while biting into a cookie. "Damn y/n! tell your mom that if she goes on like this with her cooking I'll live in your kitchen, it's delicious!" She commented.

Only the muffled sounds of your voices reached Steve, because from that moment on his thoughts were focused only on what Saturday night would look like. There were endless scenarios running through his head, and in each of them the main role was played by you.

The week passed you by counting down to Saturday. The days stretched on mercilessly as if fate deliberately wanted to spite you by adding seconds to every minute. Steve, unable to wait, was already in the parking lot outside Robin's house way too early. Knocking on her door, he received no answer. Not knowing what to do with himself, he started looking around the neighborhood. Small single-family houses that looked the same stretched along the sidewalk. The neighborhood was one of the quiet ones, from time to time you could hear dogs barking or conversations of people tending their small gardens.

"Steve?" your voice made his heart beat faster. "I thought we still had some time."

"Oh, because we do, but I was bored at home so I thought I'd stop by early, but apparently Robin had something else to take care of." he laughed nervously.

"In that case, you're welcome to join us!" the woman standing next to you interjected. She was of medium height, and her face seemed very familiar to him. Only when he saw that she was dressed in a cleaning lady's apron did he recall her from the school corridors.

"Oh, s-sure." You replied quietly. Although you had been friends for a long time Steve had never been to your house. Compared to where he lived, your little house seemed quite poor. You never thought of him as a person who would judge people by their possessions nevertheless you were overcome with a strange anxiety at the thought that he would see how you lived. You were afraid that it would reach him how different your worlds were.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you Steve." added the woman, letting you inside. "My daughter keeps talking about you, but I've never been able to talk her into bringing you here!" she laughed warmly.

"Mom!" you exclaimed feeling the fire flood your cheeks.

"What? I guess it's normal to want to meet the boy you spend every possible moment with?"

"Also nice to meet you Ms. y/l/n" he interrupted you shaking hands with the your mother.

"I-I'm going to go get ready." You replied quickly running off to your room. You couldn't bear his gaze on you a moment longer. What you didn't think through was that you had just left him completely alone with your mother, who was never one of the quietest.

"I wasn't expecting guests, so unfortunately I don't have any cake prepared, but I'd love to treat you with some homemade lemonade!" meanwhile, your mom and Steve sat down in the living room, which was connected to the kitchen.

"Thank you." he replied while grabbing a glass with a cold drink. The lemonade was delicious.

"I'm really glad I finally got to meet you. Except for Robin, she never really brings anyone home." the woman sighed, sitting down across from the boy at the table and she sent him a sad smile. Your mother worked very hard to provide you with everything you needed, however, on a cleaning lady's salary it was hard to support the two of you, so while you were still in high school you started working in the city library wanting to ease her burden a little.

"I like it here very much." he replied honestly.

"You are a very nice young man Steve. I'll be honest and admit that I remembered you a little differently from my school days." the woman giggled, making a wave of shame wash over him all over him at the memory of the years when he acted like a complete asshole. He didn't want anyone to remember that, especially your mother.

"Things have changed a bit since then." He replied while taking a sip of lemonade. "It's delicious!" he very much wanted to change the subject. At that moment, as if on cue, a knock sounded on the door in which Robin appeared a moment later.

"Good afternoon!" She walked up to your mother hugging her. "I saw Steve's car so I thought I'd find him here," she said.

"You've come to the right place, will you have some lemonade with us?"

"Of course!"

When you left the room you found all three of them at the kitchen table. They were so engrossed in conversation that they didn't even notice when you entered the room.

"We can go." you said nervously pressing the book to your chest. Robin and Steve sipped their lemonades and, thanking your mother, headed for the exit. In silence you got into the car and drove towards Will's house on the way taking Dustin and Mike with you.

When you arrived the orange tones of sunset were painted in the sky. Immediately after greeting everyone, you started spreading blankets on the ground around the place Jonathan had prepared for the bonfire. The garden was indeed huge and very well cared for. Joyce must have spent hours there to keep everything in such order. Steve and Argyle lit the bonfire and you, along with Robin and Dustin, prepared the snacks. When everything was ready you took your places on the blankets waiting for it to get dark enough for the stars to be visible. The warm light from the campfire fell on a book from which you read various interesting facts about space and the stars. You all watched the photos showing various constellations trying to find them above you.

None of you would have thought that simple looking at the sky could bring you so much joy. As you read about each of the constellations your voice was soft and quiet, as if enchanted. Steve had the impression that you were actually casting spells causing him to be unable to take his eyes off you. He thought he could sit like that in Hopper's garden listening to your words for the rest of his life. As one o'clock approached you closed the book announcing that you had read that the stars would begin to fall between one and two. Even though it was summer, nights in Hawkins were always accompanied by a chilly wind and even the warmth of the campfire couldn't combat that. Seeing you wrap your arms tightly around yourself to keep warm, Steve wordlessly went to the car trunk, where he had an extra sweatshirt. Returning he threw it gently over your shoulders and took a seat right next to you. You sent him a gentle smile in gratitude. The sweatshirt smelled like him. The smell of the familiar cologne spread through your nostrils making you feel like drowning in it. You had always associated this scent with safety.

"Look! Here we go!" shouted Dustin pointing his finger at the sky. Seeing the white streaks in the sky, all conversations quieted down. Everyone fell silent for a moment, believing that stars really do have the magical power to make dreams come true. Seeing the first falling star you took a deep breath and closed your eyes. Your wish was simple. Still intoxicated by his scent, you asked that one day the warmth you felt would be due to his arms instead of his sweatshirt. Steve, on the other hand, wondered how to convince all the stars of the world to guide your relationship to a whole new place. A place full of warmth and love.

After a long while, you returned to talking. Argyle, as usual, entertained you with his colorful stories about what kinds of things he happened to see recently in a not necessarily sober state. Meanwhile, Will and Mike left for the other end of the garden. Together with Robin and Steve, you watched as they fiercely discussed something when, after a while, their fingers began to awkwardly and slowly intertwine.

"I knew from the beginning that there was something between them." Robin said.

"Strange right?" Steve laughed.

"Will deserves to be happy, I hope Mike doesn't break his heart, or else I think I'll break his nose." you added.

"I hope they won't have too much trouble through all this. The residents of Hawkins can be...cruel."

"If they are like that, we will definitely have more noses to break." Steve said, imitating the motion of throwing a punch.

"I wish it were different..." sighed Robin laying her head on your shoulder.

"I know, Ro." you replied. "Love is a bridge, not a wall if we let it be..." At the sound of those words, Harrington's heart did a flip. There was hope in him that if he let his feelings come out they would build a bridge straight to your heart.

"I wish other people had the same opinion," she said.

"If you ever decide to tell others, remember that in your case, in addition to their noses, it will also break their ribs." You squeezed her hand. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom." a silence fell between them as they both led you away with their eyes.

"When are you finally going to do something about it Steve?" asked Robin interrupting it.

"What are you talking about?" he tried to pretend to be surprised.

"You can fool everyone around you, you can fool yourself, but you can't fool me." She rolled her eyes. "Take her somewhere, finally take a step forward before it's too late!" Too late? at the very thought that he could lose you made him weak.

"What if she says no?"

"Hell would sooner freeze over than she would say no to you. This girl without a second thought jumped into an icy lake after you in the middle of the night and went through a portal to another dimension, and you think she would refuse to go out on a date with you? Sometimes you're really stupid."

"Robin is right." At the sound of Dustin's voice, they both jumped up. "You should have done something about it a long time ago."

"Jesus, Henderson! Didn't anyone teach you not to overhear?" asked an annoyed Steve.

"Actually, you're talking loud enough that we can all hear it." laughed Jonathan.

"Yeah my dude." Argyle nodded. "When you're next to each other I see those little hearts, just like in the cartoons!"

"Then maybe it's time to cut down on smoking?"

"Never."

Steve shook his head. On the one hand, he felt a little embarrassed that everyone knew about his feelings, but he was glad they were cheering him on. Feeling a surge of courage when he saw you coming back to them he moved with a determined step so as to meet you halfway.

"Hi." You said standing in front of him.

"Hi." He smiled. "You look good in that sweatshirt."

"Oh, thank you." You giggled wrapping the cloth around you. Steve felt his heart melt.

"Listen, uh-" he began stammering. You only die once. He thought. "Maybe you'd like to have dinner with me on Friday? Just the two of us? Like... Like a date."

At first you had the impression that you had misheard. Later, though, you thought it was a dream. And if it was actually a dream, you never wanted to wake up again.

"I'd love to." you replied quietly.

"Really?" the wide smile that appeared on his face infected you causing you to do the same.

"Of course."

"I'll pick you up at six." he declared.

"Perfect. Now let's go back." You extended your hand toward him. When he caught it both of you felt a shiver of pleasure. Returning to the spot you still didn't let go. When in fact one of you had to let go to do something after a while your hands naturally found their way to meet, as if they were made for each other.

Around four o'clock in the morning you returned home. You stood on the sidewalk watching Steve's car move away and slowly disappear. Still unable to quite believe what had happened one last time before entering the house, you looked up at the sky.

"Thank you," you whispered, beginning to believe that the stars were on your side.

Another week in a row passed as he counted down the days, this time until Friday. At the very thought of your date a smile crept onto his lips but at the same time he felt his stomach knotting from nerves.

"I don't know where we should go, I was thinking about pizza, but maybe it should be something more elegant?" he anxiously said to Robin.

"I'm sure even if you took her to McDonald's for fries she'd be happy." she laughed.

"That's not funny," he rolled his eyes in exasperation. "I want this to be a special evening. I want her to feel special."

"I know, dingus! But looking at the two of us, you're definitely the one with more dating experience!"

"And you've known her forever! You definitely know what she likes and doesn't like!"

"I know she likes you, Steve. You don't need anything else." He was already about to repulse her, but they were interrupted by the sound of the bell. Turning around, he saw his parents. It was definitely a surprise. They showed up at home once every few months and always announced themselves beforehand. This time was different.

"What are you guys doing here?" he asked crossing his arms over his chest.

"Nice to see you too, son." The tall man replied, putting his hand on his shoulder. "Have you heard about the charity festival that will be held on Friday?"

"Something has come to my ears," he said.

"The organizers are our business partners. They're a very nice couple with a daughter your age!" His mother continued. "And you are the lucky one who will accompany her."

"I already have plans." Steve couldn't bear the facts that, once again, after months of being absent from his life, they suddenly showed up expecting him to do everything as they ordered. He didn't know if what he was feeling was sadness or anger. Or maybe a mixture of both?

"Then reschedule them for another time, we need you there, Steve." his father's voice was firm, definitely one that did not take no for an answer. "Whatever else you have planned can wait."

"Please honey, it's very important to us. "

He fought an internal battle with himself for a good few minutes. "Fine." he replied after a while. Now he definitely felt anger. Anger at himself that he was once again unable to oppose them.

When his parents left, he looked at Robin. Robin, who always had something to say now remained silent sending him a disappointed look. She didn't have to say anything. He was disappointed in himself. The next thing he did was to call you and cancel dinner accompanied by a huge pain in his heart. The sadness he heard in your voice made him feel like the old Steve again, who did nothing but hurting people he cared about. By the end of the day, he couldn't forgive himself for the decision he made. He wasn't sure he could ever forgive himself if it turned out that he had wasted his only chance.

For the rest of the week, he spent every spare moment outside of work with his parents and their friends. All four adults strenuously tried to play Cupids. Tessa was not the worst. She was a very pretty and nice girl. She chatted with him all day about her life; within three days, he could tell he knew everything about her. She was the captain of the volleyball team and loved sports, so every evening she would invite Steve to go jogging together, which of course he agreed to. He was aware that she liked him, but whenever she appeared too close to him he moved a safe distance away not wanting to give her false hope. The former King Steve would have asked her out long ago. But King Steve was gone. Now all that was left was Steve, whose heart belonged to a girl that the former King wouldn't even look at, and even if he enjoyed spending time actively, he missed with all his heart the you who could trip over your own feet while walking on a straight sidewalk.

The festival was held at the Hawkins High school field. Colorful decorations and stalls attracted attention right from the start. Assuring Steve that you understood why he canceled the date, you promised to meet him there to talk. What you didn't expect, was that he withheld one small detail from you. That detail was his companion. Did he really tell you to come here just to make it clear that he wasn't interested in you after all? That the whole thing was one big mistake? In the meantime, Robin explained to you that it was the daughter of his parents' friends who did not leave his side. Every now and then she touched his hand sending him sweet smiles and whispered something in his ear. All six looked very elegant. The expensive clothes stood out in a crowd of modestly dressed Hawkins residents. However, as organizers, they had to look like this.

"He looks nothing like Steve." commented Dustin rolling his eyes. "I don't understand why he hasn't come up to us a single time yet. It's like he's ashamed of us!"

"Relax, you know what his parents are like, clearly he has to stand with them all the time." Lucas stood up for Harrington.

"Which doesn't change the fact that he could at least come say hello! He's been ignoring us all week and avoiding meetings!"

"The girl next to him is very pretty." El's comment made the jealousy you felt inside you grow.

"But she's not his type at all." interjected Will. You wanted to believe those words. With all your might, you wanted to believe that the beautiful blonde who looked like she was from a magazine cover was not his type. But you didn't want to fool yourself. They were a perfect match. Both beautiful and rich. She would fit perfectly into the Harrington world full of luxuries. It was getting to you more and more that there would be no place for you there. Suddenly you felt very small. Worse.

"Y/n you okay?" asked Lucas.

"Yeah." You nodded. "Are we going to get cotton candy?" you forced yourself to smile.

"Good idea, if I have to look at them for a while longer I think I'm going to puke," Henderson commented, and with a quick step he moved ahead.

Together with Robin and the kids, you spent a couple of hours wandering between the booths and attractions. All the time you fought the urge to go home and spend the rest of the evening in bed to the accompaniment of the saddest songs you knew. You didn't want to fool yourself that seeing him with another girl didn't make an impact on you. Every time they appeared in your sight it hurt more.

"The fireworks show is about to start!" El shouted clapping her hands.

"The last time I saw fireworks we nearly died." Max laughed.

"Let's hope this time we'll do without a fight to the death." Robin replied.

"Look who mercifully decided to move towards us!" You all turned your gaze to Steve, who was walking in your direction with his new friend. He said something to her, and she nodded. Later she placed a light kiss on his lips and walked in the opposite direction. As soon as you saw their lips connect you immediately looked away feeling as if fate had just slapped you in the face. This was enough of a sign that everything you had hoped for from your relationship with Steve was just an unrealistic dream. Unfortunately, you didn't have time to notice how he pushed her away.

"What the fuck Steve?" said Dustin when he got close enough to you. He wanted Steve to see his anger. "What kind of a freak show is this? What happened to you?"

"Y/n can we talk?" he asked, ignoring the boy's words. After a moment's thought, you agreed and walked toward an empty bench so you could talk in private.

"You look pretty." he complimented you as you sat down grabbing your hand. His hands were warm. The warmth that always gave you comfort suddenly became something you couldn't stand.

"Y/n I am so sorry. Let me explain..." he began.

"You two are a good match." you interrupted him feeling tears coming to your eyes.

"What?" he was confused.

"You and that girl, you look very good with each other." At the sound of your words he shook his head negatively.

"You know I want you." he confessed suddenly squeezing your hand tighter. He knew that this was the moment when he had to reveal all the cards, without exception. "A-and I know you want me y/n." You wanted him and his love more than anything else in the world. But if he really wanted to be with you, he wouldn't have come here with another, would he? He wouldn't have let her kiss him.

"Apparently the stars have a different scenario for us." the words struggled to pass through your throat, and hot tears burned paths on your cheeks.

"What if we rewrite the stars?" he asked.

"No one can rewrite the stars, Steve. No matter how much we would like to. There will be no room in your life for someone like me."

"Who can stop me if I decide that you are my destiny?" He knew well that with this question he would bring back memories of that evening when you lay together in his garden. At that time there was still no hint that your paths would have to part.

"I am not the one you were meant to find, Steve." With each word, you felt more breaks appear on your heart.

"Then who?" his voice was weak. It felt as if all the air of life had gone out of him. He desperately wanted to take you in his arms now and beg you to give him a chance.

"Someone who will fit into your world. Someone like her. Someone your parents will look at with admiration, not disgust." you said pointing your head in their direction. They had been watching you from the very beginning. Their son looking like a fairy tale prince holding the hand of a girl from a much lower class. Just like Beauty and the Beast, but this time, you felt like the Beast. You could read displeasure from their faces. "After all, it was for her that you postponed our dinner tonight, wasn't it?"

"It's not what you think! It was my parents' idea and..."

"Steve, stop." interrupted him. "You know I want you, it's not a secret I try to hide." you took a deep breath. "But I can't have you...We are bound to break and my hands are tied." You didn't want to listen to his explanations. You didn't want to look at him, you didn't want to see the tears in his eyes, you didn't want to see the sadness on his face.

"Y/n please." he whispered pulling you closer to him. Your faces had never been so close together before. Just one tiny movement was enough to close the gap between them. However, they were still the same lips that another girl had just kissed. The girl he had chosen instead of you. You forced yourself to push away from him and without a word you walked away leaving him alone on the bench. At the same moment, a beautiful show began in the sky. The colorful lights were reflected in a few tears that ran down along his face. The sound of fireworks explosions drowned out the sounds of breaking hearts. Both of you looked up at the stars that night, wondering how you had come to the moment you were in. Did fate really have to be so cruel?

For the following weeks you avoided all contact with Steve. With the rest, not only with him. You let sadness consume you completely and spent your days at work and then locked in your room. You started compulsively reading books just to occupy your thoughts with something. Taking in the problems of fictional characters was definitely a better option than crying your eyes out every day. Because of this, you didn't know that that evening Steve contradicted his parents for the first time in his life. You didn't know that he had broken off all relations with that girl. You also didn't know that through all this he had become a walking wreck of a person. He begged Robin all days to help him get you back, and when she finally agreed, he smiled for the first time in a very long time. Involving the rest of the team, they decided that they will help you to be finally happy.

It was another boring day at work when young Byers unexpectedly came into the library.

"Hi Will! How can I help?"

"I actually want to ask you something." he replied. "I've signed up for a painting contest, and the theme is space, so I thought of that night when we were all watching the stars together, remember?" Of course you remembered. At that time you were convinced that it was one of the best nights of your life. One that would change everything for the better.

"Of course I do."

"Maybe you would like to help me? Can you bring that book again and we'd look for some inspiration?"

"You know very well that I won't say no to you." you laughed. You missed them, so you figured this would be the perfect opportunity to get back to your normal life.

"Great! My place at four? I can ask Jonathan to pick you up." the boy smiled broadly.

"No need, I'll come by bike, a little exercise won't hurt me."

"Then see you!"

"Bye!"

You didn't think the tour to Will's house would make you so fatigued. As soon as you leaned your bike against the fence you quickly moved towards the door, which Jonathan opened for you.

"Wooo, Demogorgon chased you on the way?"

"Funny." you said breathlessly. "Can I have some water?"

"Sure." he said, heading for the kitchen. "Will! y/n came!"

"Coming!" Will shouted from upstairs. After a moment, he came down the stairs carrying an easel, immediately followed by Mike holding a canvas, brushes and paints. "I thought it would be fun if we spread out in the garden," he said.

"Sounds like a good idea." you replied with a smile.

Helping the boys with their things, you moved to the garden and set everything up. Jonathan, meanwhile, laid out the chairs for you.

"Have you thought about anything yet?" you asked, sitting down next to Will and opening a book.

"Honestly, no. Mike says I should paint the moon, but it seems a little too boring." he giggled.

"Hey, it's not boring at all! The moon is cool!" Wheeler defended himself.

"Sorry." replied Will, squeezing his hand. "Why don't I paint some constellation? And something that tells its story?"

"Let's see what we have here." You started looking through the book. "This sounds quite interesting..." you said handing the book to Jonathan.

"According to legend, the phoenix was an impossibly beautiful mythical bird that supposedly lived for 500 years. At the end of his life, he built a nest out of cinnamon bark and incense, where he died, some say, in flames. From his ashes, a baby phoenix was born. Death and rebirth were seen as a symbol of the daily rising and setting of the sun. The group of stars forming the Phoenix was considered by various cultures to be a bird. The constellation was called the Griffin, the Eagle, the Young Ostrich and the Firebird," he read.

"What about this one?" asked Mike pointing his finger to the page next to it.

"A mythological winged steed, created from the blood of Medusa killed by Perseus, who rode it to the aid of the princess Andromeda. After his birth, he flew away to Mount Helicon, inhabited by the Muses. At the stroke of Pegasus' hoof, he ejaculated the source of inspiration of the poets Hippokrene at the foot of the Helikon mountains. After his death, Zeus placed him in the sky. On maps of the sky, the figure of Pegasus represents only half of the torso with head and wings."

"It's great!" exclaimed Will. "I can paint him in both forms, as a constellation and its true form..." ideas were coming out of his mouth at the speed of light.

Spending time with them really made you feel better, Will asked you questions and asked for advice every now and then, occupying your thoughts.

"Hey, y/n would you help me prepare some sandwiches in the kitchen?" asked Jonathan. You agreed and went to the kitchen together. You prepared the food in silence, but when you returned there was no sign of Will and Mike in the garden. The only person sitting in a chair was Steve. Still dressed in Family Video's corporate clothes, he sat resting his elbows on his knees. His eyes were closed, so he didn't see the moment you approached.

"Steve?" at the sound of your words, he rapidly stood on his feet and walked closer to you. He had a feeling that his heart had never been so heavy before. The nostalgia he had felt all these weeks was tearing him apart, and all he wanted to do at that moment was to hide you in his arms and never let go, but when he extended his hand toward you and you took a step back.

"Y/n I beg you, listen to me..." You didn't answer anything. You waited until he continued. He took a deep breath. "Don't keep saying our hands are tied, I don't care about the stars. All I care about is you."

"But that girl..."

"I don't care about her too, y/n. You are here..." he said taking your hand and pressed it to his chest. "You are here in my heart".

"But us, together, it feels impossible..." you felt tears gather in the corners of your eyes.

"Say that it's possible. It's up to you, and it's up to me." His voice hypnotized you. The warmth you saw in his eyes when he looked at you, you saw your Steve in front of you again. "If we're not written to each other in the stars, screw it, let's rewrite them, okay?"

"Okay." you said quietly. Maybe he was right? Maybe it was time to take matters into your own hands and fight for happiness? You were sure that every moment in the future spent by his side would be worth the risk. Hearing your answer, his hand went to your cheek. The gentle touch of his fingers made your whole body go through chills, and when he brought your lips together you couldn't hold back a smile. Feeling this, he himself began to smile. In that moment you felt that you were in the right place, at the right time, and more importantly with the right person.

Even though you were from two different worlds, you knew that from that moment on you would rewrite all of the stars and change the world to be yours.

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What songs fit Olicity (for ship ask)

I AM. SO GLAD YOU ASKED.

(i have playlists for so many a-verse characters and ships please ask me more i guarantee you i have songs.)

Tightrope from The Greatest Showman

because!! i always found this to be felicity saying that she accepts this crazy life with oliver and they can both grow together and they found themselves in each other and-

Hand in my hand And we promised to never let go We're walking a tightrope

You pulled me in and together we're lost in a dream Always in motion So I risk it all just to be with you And I risk it all for this life we choose

2. She Is The Sunlight by Trading Yesterday

this song is literally oliver describing felicity and saying he doesn't deserve her because he's too broken etc etc angst angst and also it sounds like him

She lives in a daydream where I don't belong She is the sunlight and the sun is gone

Then I am the martyr and love is to blame She is the healing and I am the pain

3. Someone You Like - The Girl and the Dreamcatcher

hear me out on this one- this song is the most tooth-rotting sweetness that you can get and this is very s1-s2 olicity when they first get to know each other and start to catch feelings.

I might never stop your sorrow Fix you up good as new But that don't mean that I can't hold your hand in mine

I might never say I'm sorry Even if I done you wrong But I think I could be someone you like

4. Paper Rings by Taylor Swift

no explanation for this one it screams olicity.

Went home and tried to stalk you on the internet Now I've read all of the books beside your bed

Kiss me once 'cause you know I had a long night Kiss me twice 'cause it's gonna be alright Three times 'cause I've waited my whole life

5. Kissaphobic by Make Out Monday

this once again sounds like oliver in my mind and idk it has the vibes don't ask ALSO IT'S A W SONG PLEASE LISTEN TO IT.

Your fingers are quivering Except when you're shivering I wanna hold your hand

But I'm kissaphobic Don't wanna get too close to you Your mouth is a hurricane

#ASK ME MORE SONG QUESTIOND DJSJKLDLKS #mine #olicity #my ships #fandom rant #arrow #oliver queen #felicity smoak #ask post #i love doing these too much #song post

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picnokinesis · 6 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Got tagged by the fantastic @wykart ahh thank you for the tag!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

32, most of which are Doctor Who!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

859,228!! (but it's gonna keep climbing until I finish posting part 6 of campervan sksk)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Pretty much just Doctor Who right now, but I have posted fics for Stargate Universe, Marvel and The Greatest Showman. And then I have written for other fandoms - most notably Venom, which I never posted anything for but I did get 40k into a multichapter one time.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

In this order: Liminality, Tropospheric Disturbance, campervan part 1, watchfires and Renegades in the Ring (my TGS fic that I never finished, rip in pieces)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I always try and respond to comments!! Mostly because I love talking about my fics and also don't know when to shut up hahaha - but I also have some absolutely fantastic commenters who have such interesting things to say! And also like, idk I really appreciate people taking the time to comment, so I reckon it's polite to say thank you at least. The only time I don't reply to comments, mostly, is if it's a REALLY long comment and I just don't have the energy rip (but when that happens I definitely read and cherish the comment dearly haha)

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh. MOST OF THEM RIP. I'm genuinely not sure because I always try and end my fics on a vaguely uplifting note. Maybe Campervan Part 4, simply because of all the uni-era angst? But tbh the ending of Part 6 is definitely a contender, now I think about it. Canon-fic wise, though.......hmm I think it's got to be notches in your spine, since that ends with the Doctor just straight up leaving the Master without warning sksksk

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Hm. I think I'm gonna go with In the Wind for this one, which is hilarious since I wrote it THREE YEARS AGO, but it's a multi-chapter mid-series adventure that rounds itself off in a satisfying way, with everything being resolved nicely, so I think that's a decent contender!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Hm, no, other than people complaining about the show in an attempt to compliment my writing, but that's stopped for the most part since I got annoyed about it in my author's notes one time ksksks. I did get a weird comment recently that started out very complimentary but then turned really weird in a pretty upsetting way (and, frankly, it would have been very triggering if that sort of topic had been something that was something that affected me a lot? Luckily it wasn't, but the commenter did NOT know that). So I just deleted the comment because I didn't want that sort of thing in my comment section, especially when I know other readers comment lurk.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

No I'm sex-repulsed lol

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I wrote a crossover that was The Greatest Showman crossed with the X-Men Comics one time SKSKSKSKSK (and it was specifically the comics not the films, I did so much research on historical terminology for mutants HAHA) which was actually SO much fun - I never finished it, but I do think back on it very fondly. But I'd class that as more of an 'x-men au' rather than a crossover tbh, bc it was wholly focused on the TGS characters.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don't believe so

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! We never finished it LOL

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Currently spydoc, but this will probably change. I have a MASSIVE soft spot for rush/young from sgu, clintasha from the MCU, newt/hermann from PacRim, and symbrock from Venom.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Hmmmm there's a bunch, but probably The Grandfather Paradox? I genuinely love that one so much. But who knows, maybe one day. I feel like it would make a great pitch for a Big Finish audio sksk. Oh, and Deathless will probably never happen. I'm not going to put Trestle on this list because I am SO DETERMINED to finish it some day HAHAH. Oh - and I don't think I'll ever finished Trouble With Entropy, which was my unfinished Venom fic, or Renegades (aforementioned TGS fic) even though I love them a lot, it's just....very unlikely at this point rip.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Going off what other people have said to me, I'm good at creative immersive worlds! Which is mostly because I really want my stories to feel 'lived in', so to speak, and broader than what you actually see in the immediate plot. I think I'm also pretty good at pacing, and also writing narrative prose with a character voice! The latter one I definitely pushed myself with when writing part 6 of campervan, as well as my recent doctormaster oneshot, where I had to weave together both the doctor AND the master's characterisation into one seamless pov

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I definitely worry too much about making sure the reader DEFINITELY gets what I'm trying to say, and so sometimes I'm repetitive and I hammer things home a bit that can be more subtle. I also think that sometimes I can be a bit repetitive in my longer fics where I know a gap needs to be filled but I'm not sure with what sksksks. There are other things too. I definitely struggle writing shorter things and getting to the point and TRUSTING that the reader will come with me. I often feel this urge to make sure all the steps are there for the reader to follow where I want them to go.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Oooh so I actually did this in campervan part 5 with Gabriela and Jamila speaking a bit of Portuguese! And I think there's like, obviously nuance to it, but when I had the pov characters who understood portuguese (namely Jamila in the prologue), I had the dialogue in portuguese, but the translation in the prose, either literally just next to the dialogue or explained in the narration by Jamila. But then in later chapters, when Yaz is trying to talk to Gabriela, because Gabriela is upset she's occasionally saying things in Portuguese....but Yaz doesn't understand them. So they don't get translated. And so I think that works for the story in that context, bc what Gabriela actually SAYS is less important and it's more showing the emotion of it. Another case I can think of was in Force Over Distance by cleanwhiteroom who wrote a LOT of ancient into the fic (which is basically latin) and when it was on ao3 there was this sort of 'hover to translate' thing which worked REALLY WELL, bc the translation was there but it didn't disrupt the flow of the fic.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Okay so I wanna know what counts here - if it's like, the first fic i POSTED, then that's Marvel (specifically the Avengers). If it's the first fic I wrote when I actually understood what 'fandom' was, then...I think that was also Avengers....or maybe BBC Sherlock. If it's the first thing I actually WROTE DOWN properly, then it was Doctor Who (specifically Ten and Rose and my oc companion sksk). If it was the first thing I played with creatively for media that wasn't my own...then that was probably me coming up with elaborate ocs out of two unicorns on the credits for the My Little Pony vhs tape we had SKSKSKSK SO. I don't know. One or all of those.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Oh this is hard because I'm proud of a lot of what I've written. My gut reaction at the moment is actually Trestle, even though it's unfinished and no one has read it HAHAH but I'm just so proud of some of the writing in that so far. And I'm extremely proud of Campervan AU as a whole entity. However I do really really love see me bare my teeth for you - which I actually forget about a LOT because it's not one of my thoschei fics sksksk. But I'm super proud of how that one turned out. And then also and they did live by watchfires because that one just has such a special place in my heart.

THANKS FOR THE TAG LIV!!! I'm gonna tag hmmmmmmm @sunshinedaysforever @taardisblue @novantinuum @emptyofdust @strikingtwelves @walker-lister aaaaah basically anyone else that wants to do this! :D

#taka gets tagged #taka writes #ahhh this was so lovely!!#thank you liv <3 #long post

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Rewrite de Stars

I made this while waiting for my car to be fixed. I absolutely loved every second of it.

Based on the late 19th century, two lover boys who love each other but can’t show it publicly. Oh! And definitely based on the Greatest Showman. All credits to the owner of the song and the beautiful voices of Zendaya and Zac Efron.

This is very gay and very much angst based.

Enjoy! :)

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“You know I want you.” He claimed, holding the other man’s hand gently into his “It’s not a secret I try to hide.” Frans pulled away, walking to the hanging rope clinging from the tall ceiling, his face unreadable.

“I know you want me,” the words made him stop. ”so don’t keep saying our hands are tied.” Fran turned around facing the elegant looking man. Tears were pooling in his eyes, yet his gaze was of stone.

“It’s not in the cards” Frans claimed.

“Fate is pulling you miles away,” Stefan argued “and out of reach from me.” He grabbed the rope before the other could get hold of it. “But you’re here��”he grabbed Frans soft hand, pressing it into his own chest, feeling the flittering beat of Stefan’s heart “in my heart. So who can stop me if I decide that you’re my destiny?”

Frans pulled away again, forcing his head not to fall into tempting words. He wanted Stefan. That he could not deny even himself. Yet, he knew that if he gave in into this small piece of want, he felt there was no turning back.

“What if we rewrite the stars?” Stefan pushed on. Frans gave him a wry smile, grabbing the rope from his hands. They started moving around, Stefan following Frans while the latter prepared the stage for the next play. “Say you were meant to be mine. Nothing could keep us apart. You’d be the one I was meant to find”

Stefan stoped in the middle of the dark hallway, his face barely illuminated by the soft light behind the stage.

“It’s up to you and it’s up to me. No one could say what we get to be.” This words hit close to Frans hearth, making him halt on his step, his back to Stefan. He walked towards Frans, wrapping his arms around Frans waist resting his head in his shoulder. Frans laid his arms around Stefans arms, holding him close, laying back his head on the other’s chest. They closed their eyes and felt the body heat emanating from each other. In the darkness of the backstage and the soft lights overhead gave them both a sense of intimacy.

“So why don’t we rewrite the stars? And maybe the world could be ours, tonight.” Stefan whispered holding his lover close to him. There was a heavy silence that followed, like if Frans was holding to this moment for the last time. Slowly but firmly, he detached himself from his arms, turning around to face him.

“You think it’s easy?” Frans searching for Stefan’s eyes. Those beautiful slate-coloured eyes, now a stormy grey from the anguish he caused. “You think I don’t wanna run to you?” Frans pulled him towards the front of the empty stage. “But there are mountains.” he waved towards the empty seats of the theatre. “And there are doors that we can’t walk through.”

Stefan started, and argument on the tip of his tongue. “I know you’re wondering why,” Frans stopped him, “because we’re able to be just you and me between this walls.” He walked towards the edge of the stage, his eyes trained on the ghost-audience, tears now falling through his cheeks. “But when we go outside, you’re gonna wake up and see that it was hopeless after all.”

He spun around, facing the hopeless man. “No one can rewrite the stars. How can you say you’ll be mine? Everything keeps us apart.” He pulled out the photo of the woman from his lover’s shirt pocket and showed it to the fiancé. “And I’m not the one you were meant to find. It's not up to you, it's not up to me when everyone tells us what we can be. And how can we rewrite the stars? Say that the world can be ours, tonight.”

Stefan took the photo of the woman he was soon to marry. He looked at her with resentment and sadness, then ripped the piece of paper into equal halves. He looked at Frans in the eyes while throwing the papers to the floor. The other looked at him with wide eyes, tears streaming down his porcelain cheeks.

“All I want is to fly with you.” Stefan grabbed his hand pulling him close once more. “All I want is to fall with you. So just give me all of you.” He cupped his cheeks, wiping the tears from his face. Frans closed his eyes, leaning into his lover’s touch.

“It feels impossible” he whispered.

“It’s not impossible” he whispered back.

“Is it impossible?” Frans asked, voice breaking.

“Say that it’s possible” Stefan begged. Frans looked at the sincerity in his eyes and nodded almost imperceptibly. Stefan started crying then, a smile spreading through his handsome face.

“And how do we rewrite the stars? Say you were made to be mine.” Frans nodded again, this time firmly, and let out a joyous laugh. “And nothing can keep us apart”

“'Cause you are the one I was meant to find. It's up to you, and it's up to me. No one could say what we get to be.” They felt like they were the only one in the world. They needed nothing else and no one else but themselves.

“And why don't we rewrite the stars? Changing the world to be ours.” Stefan whispered, kissing Frans softly in the lips. They closed their eyes and held each other closely. That’s when Frans heard a door slam shut from the other side of the theatre. He pulled away and saw the silhouette of someone standing at the door. Reality crashed over his daydream within a second. He looked back at the wide-eye, lovesick eyes of his boy.

“You know I want you. It's not a secret I try to hide.” He pulled him back to the backstage, to the shadows. “But I can't have you.” His voice broke, tears blurring his vision. “We're bound to break and my hands…” He forced his body away from Stefan. “…are tied.”

He turned around and left through backstage.

#rewrite the stars #the greatest showman #fanfiction #gay men #lgbtq community #lgbtq #own story #based on a song #gay

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rieper-for-hire · 2 years

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Tightrope

Woke up this morning and decided to cause chaos. Then I heard Tightrope again and knew just how to do it.

Summary: You knew the risk of dancing on the edge of this life you made with your assassin. Only thing is, are you willing to test how long the dance will truly last? (Based on Tightrope from The Greatest Showman)

Relationships: 47 x Reader, Diana & Reader, 47 & Diana

Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Alternate Universe - Canon, Blood and Injury, Canon-Typical Violence, Angst, Established Relationship, Not Beta Read

Trigger Warning: Mentions/depictions of blood, gun violence (which is a given in this fandom, but just to be safe),

(Link to AO3)

Word count: 1165

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Some people long for a life that is simple and planned

Tied with a ribbon

Some people won't sail the sea 'cause they're safer on land

To follow what's written

But I'd follow you to the great unknown

Off to a world we call our own

No one told you being in the life of an assassin was easy. Well, both 47 and Diana had told you that from the beginning, but you were willing to face the risks head on. As long as you had each other, you felt like you could take on the world.

It was a chance encounter meeting him when you did. As if fate decided to bring him to you. And you to him.

You didn't mind leaving your calm, quiet life behind. You had been missing some excitement in your life for a long time. 47 was sure to change that.

You were always fearless when it came to helping him in contracts. You had proven your worth in this line of work ages ago, and he found he had a hard time telling you no. Much to Diana's surprise, but he couldn't argue when you both approached him about joining their agency.

Since that day, there wasn't a time when the two of you didn't complete a contract together. Completing the hit before moving on to the next one. Always on the move.

Hand in my hand

And we promised to never let go

We're walking a tightrope

High in the sky

We can see the whole world down below

We're walking a tightrope

The three of you finally approach the private airport in Italy. Closing the contract file in your hand, you peer out your window, breath catching at the sight of the sun gleaming across the rippling water.

47 notes your surprise from his seat across from you. Despite the countless trips both of you had been on, every sight was new to you, it seemed. A ghost of a smile appears on his lips. Not that you or Diana had noticed.

But it's all an adventure

That comes with a breathtaking view

Walking a tightrope

With you

Infiltrating the target's villa had been easy. The delivery area had been vacant, and the two of you had slipped through. But not before he had knocked out a lone guard before motioning you to follow.

You make your way behind a line of bushes in the garden, kneeling out of view. You keep your back turned as 47 changes into the guard's outfit. You busy yourself with reviewing the map of the grounds again.

"Can you both hear me?" Diana says through your earpieces.

"Loud and clear," you reply.

"Perfect. Are we in position?"

"Just a moment more," 47 responds, joining you and peering over the map.

"Looks like the target had a meeting canceled for later this evening. Seems like he'll be in his office during that time either way."

You chuckle. "A perfect opportunity. Might have to deal with his security beforehand, though."

47 points on the map. "The security office is just across the garden, by the looks of it."

"Sounds like you have the plan in motion. Good luck, you two."

You pack the map away. "You ready?"

He hums. "When am I not?"

You gently peck his cheek before slinking your way toward the security office. Even from this distance, he can see the Kalmer 2 tranquilizer in your hand. He knows you save your silenced pistol as a last-ditch effort, never choosing violence first.

The ghostly smile appears on his lip once again before moving off to the villa.

You pulled me in and together we're lost in a dream

Always in motion

So I risk it all just to be with you

And I risk it all for this life we choose

"Vetrio's bodyguard is down," 47 hears you say through his earpiece.

"Good work," Diana beams. He could already feel her smile from her perch on one of the rooftops across the villa. "47, that only leaves Vetrio himself."

47 moves across the balcony, slipping into the doors without a sound. He glances around the room, taking in the Don's office space. Spotting the fresh coffee on the desk, he pours in the poison vial from his pocket before leaving the room the same way he entered. Diana would notify him once the poison took effect.

"Ezra Vetrio has been eliminated," Diana notifies him. "Great work, as always."

Right on time.

"I'll meet you both at the rendezvous point."

Your voice sounds from the earpiece, a clear smile from the sound of it. "See you both soon."

He drops from the balcony and moves to the back of the villa, not before switching out of the guard disguise.

Another job well done from the both of you. In his mind, he was already planning how to conclude the evening with you and Diana. And another special idea once the two of you are alone.

47 slips through the bushes into the clearing behind the villa. The rustling of a bush near him would have caught him off guard had he not recognized the familiar brown shade of Diana's hair emerging from the leaves.

Only, he notes that you are nowhere to be seen in the empty space. Nor had you reported in for quite some time.

"Where are they?"

Diana's brow furrows. "I thought they were with you?"

A gunshot rings out, making both their heads turn. Immediately, they take off in the direction of the gunfire.

Hand in my hand

And you promised to never let go

We're walking a tightrope

High in the sky

We can see the whole world down below

We're walking a tightrope

The pair rounds the corner, finding a group of guards surrounding you. A hand is pressed to your side, blood staining your shirt. Your other hand grips your pistol firm. Evidence of its use comes from the lifeless guard beside you.

Another shot rings out. You stumble back a step before returning fire.

He and Diana are quick to take out the remaining guards before 47 rushes to you.

Never sure

Will you catch me if I should fall?

He grabs you before you hit the ground, quickly moving to better situate you. Blood seeps from the bullet hole in your chest, flowing a lot easier than the wound on your side. Your eyes start to flutter, skin turning pale and clammy.

He didn't need a doctor to know what was happening. He'd seen this too many times with his targets.

But never did he hope to see this with you. Not by a long shot.

You blink up at him and a smile begins to form, much to his confusion. A quiet thank you leaves your now bloodstained lips.

Well, it's all an adventure

That comes with a breathtaking view

The blue of his eyes is the last thing you see, calming you as darkness takes over you.

#agent 47 x reader #hitman fanfic #hitman fanfiction #hitman fandom #felt like writing angst for the first time ever #sorry 47 but i had to

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20 questions for fic writers

Tagged by @warlordfelwinter

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

131,214

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Hollow Knight, Deltarune, Toonkind DnD, and most recently The Owl House. I actually have a couple owl house longfics in the works right now but I haven't posted them yet because I want to actually finish them first before I start posting, or at least get the majority of them done. All of them feature my grimwalker ocs because of course they do.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Charmed, I'm Sure [Hollow Knight] - 647

Confrontations, Devastations, Revelations [Hollow Knight] - 609

Proceed [Deltarune] - 162

Toil, Wyrm! [Deltarune/Hollow Knight] - 129

Bound [Hollow Knight] - 99

5. Do you respond to comments?

Absolutely I do! I try to respond to all of them, even if mostly that's an "I'm glad you liked it!"

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

You know looking through my fics to figure this out I have come to the realization that a lot of my oneshots are angsty and a lot of my longfics are . . . not. Or at least that's not their whole purpose. None of my longfics have ended yet anyway so . . . Probably I'd go with either Bound or Sister . . . ? with the angstiest ending, as one is about the Hollow Knight succumbing to the infection and the other is about a vessel getting got by Nosk.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Hough happiest ending . . . Well as I pointed out above my not-pure-angst fics tend to not be . . . finished yet. Either Charmed I'm Sure or Family Beyond a Broken Gateway (not yet posted) might eventually end up with the happiest endings I think. Maybe Paradoxical (also not yet posted)? I don't remember how that one ends tbh. Or if the ending was even figured out yet or not!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nope! Everyone's been pretty nice actually.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nah, not my thing

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I LOVE crossovers but they're almost all roleplays with other people. I think the only one I've ever actually written by myself that I remember for sure is a crossover is uhhhhh The Phantom Thief Race on ffn. Please don't read it I wrote it when I was 15 and still learning how to write. It was a crossover between DN Angel and Detective Conan/Magic Kaito.

INCLUDING roleplay then the craziest one I've ever written is DEFINITELY one that I've never adapted into a fic that my friend and I just called "tardis fam rp" and it's. Hoo boy. The MAIN crossovers are doctor who/undertale with the main characters of the doctor and gaster, but we had the tardis jumping through whatever universes we hecking wanted and then eventually they made a portal that could allow them to continue going to any universes we hecking wanted and there are. So many oh boy.

Ones that immediately come to mind are gravity falls, fullmetal alchemist, how to train your dragon, supernatural-except-it-was-combined-with-gravity-falls (sam and dean are related to the pines iirc, sam's the kids' dad), uhhhhhhh wander over yonder MAYBE but that could have just been an au branch off the main rp, danny phantom I THINK but that also could have been some au branches- OH I found our pins on their interdimensional travels, awesome. So yeah danny phantom, deltarune, hollow knight, steven universe, toonkind dnd, marvel, detective conan, the greatest showman, bendy and the ink machine, uhhhh there definitely could have been more but that's all I can think of right now. It also included undertale aus like underswap and handplates. And was planned to have more crossovers, like little nightmares or dn angel, but we haven't continued the rp in quite a few years at this point. Muse petered off.

So YEAH that one was ALL over the place and it was a DELIGHT and also no one else is going to see it ever because the plot was such a mess and there's WAY too much to transcribe anyway.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No one has informed me of any.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don't think so. Or at least no one's approached me for it.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

All of my rp adaptations are co-written! Obviously, since they're rp adaptations. But I have an owl house fic in the works, called Paradoxical, that's going to be co-written as well with @conundrumrespeculis

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

I. Uh. Don't ship. So none?

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Myths, Fables, and Fairytales: A Compilation of Grimwalker Legends. I started it excited to write grimwalker legends but the grimwalker legends turned out to be more difficult than I thought to write 😔 I have multiple ideas but getting them out has been difficult.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Uhhhhhh I don't know. Character interactions? OH OH no I know I'm really good at writing internal character thoughts. This makes sense considering the vast majority of my writing experience comes through roleplay so both character interactions and character thoughts are The Main Feature of that.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Deeeefinitely background descriptions and exposition. Probably show don't tell, too, though I'd like to think I'm starting to get a little bit better at that.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I think it's fun! Usually if I do that I put the translation in the end notes of the fic. Though I don't really do it often. I want to put more spanish in my owl house fics but I need to look up what specifically luz and camila say when they speak spanish to themselves first so I know what kinds of places to put it in and what to have them say. Luckily I recently discovered that people have transcribed the episodes so I won't have to rely off what I hear and can see the words themselves.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Ohhh don't make me look back for my ffn account. It was probably The Phantom Thief Race tho, so I guess detective conan and dn angel both?

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Absolutely Charmed, I'm Sure. Quirrel WILL survive and he WILL become a companion charm so we can keep him with us at all times and we WILL have fun hanging out with him and convincing him to live again. I SWEAR I will get back to this fic at some point but the owl house has completely taken over my brain at the moment. I actually have multiple chapters mostly-written right now but finalizing them requires reading the entire fic back (making sure I'm not contradicting myself or writing things that already happened) and I haven't had the motivation to do that in a long time. The plan has been to return poking at it when I'm in recovery after top surgery but it turns out the wait times for top surgery is many many many months. Probably not gonna be till 2025 at the earliest.

Tagging:

@trifoliate-undergrowth, @conundrumrespeculis, @rukafais, any other fic-writing friends that I can't remember at the moment

#dash games #warlordfelwinter #this was fun thank you!#if you can't tell people tend to know me for my hollow knight stuff #I do think that's where I got a large portion of my followers from lol #long post

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wanderingchocolateeclair · 1 year

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Hi!! I waited a bit to ask this bc I didn't want to overwhelm you or anything, but I've been wanting to ask about your Greatest Showman au?? Could you talk about that please :O

OMG hello!! I cannot tell you how happy I was to get this ask-

I am. ALWAYS happy to talk about my aus, please feel free to send me ANYTHING at ANY time /gen :D!!!

Greatest Showman AU!!!! Of course!! It has been a long time since I talked about this au, and there's.......different routes for the au if that makes sense.

So to start off, if it isn't clear, most of my aus are made bc of me listening to music or musical songs/film music, and this leads to this sort of thing happening-

I made this au bc I watched the film and said "what if I drew my fav ships as the different songs?"........I still have the sketches for these that I want to finish one day-

It is a mostly Edgejeanist and Ectoloader focused au!!! (with a dash of some others)

(forgive me for my lack of knowledge on terminology and also for completely forgetting everyone's names /lh)

Main AU:

So basically follows the storyline for the most part!

Ectoloader are the married couple bc what kinda au would this be if I didn't make them a married couple /lh

They had the whole Childhood Friends -> Lovers things and do Circus Things together - they own the circus

Ecto did tightrope acts and I haven't figured out pl yet tbh-

Edgeshot is a Trapeze artist.

Jeanist is the guy that gets dragged into the circus by Ecto and they have that lovely Moment(tm)

Mic is the guy who gets the crowd all worked up, Aizawa does trapeze and that ribbon-y stuff- (lord help me i do not know terminology)

Cue romance and Circus Shenanigans between everyone!

Plenty of injury moments and fantastic performing stuff!

Shinya and Tsunagu get to have their 'Rewrite the Stars' Moment!

Ecto goes away to tour with Snipe! (nothing like the musical, just goin on a lil fun trip with a friend)!! Circus goes to shit!

FIRE SCENE!!!

Jeanist runs in to save Shinya, who was already out, who now runs in to save him- Tsunagu is very hurt.

Ecto loses his legs in the accident (suggested by an anon a while back and i really loved it)

Mic gets stuck, Aizawa rescues him!

Angst and Comfort ensue!!!

Not a lot of thought apart from "this is fun to imagine the characters playing as.....the characters..from the musical..."

yeahhh

And for fun, here is the "just here for the music" route:

All pro hero characters are kinda putting on a show, and these songs are being performed by certain characters.

(i have a big hc that Jeanist, Ectoplasm and Nighteye are besties... they're called 'The Distinguished Gays'...)

So the song 'The Other Side' just went perfectly imagining Ecto convincing Jeans to join him while Nighteye tended to the bar......idk its so fun to imagine in time to the music-

Jeanist and Edgeshot perform 'rewrite the stars' bc <3

'Come alive' is Aizawa and his students

'The Greatest show' is All the teachers and their students and some of the ua alumni popping up and making appearances!

And finally 'This is me' is absolutely everyone, and they get to have their cool moments and show off themselves and idk that song makes me feel things.

I often imagine the canon universe characters acting/voice acting in musicals for fun so yeah lol

Well! I hope that makes sense!!!

Thank you SO much for asking, I genuinely got so excited to see this ask bc <3333

#tw caps #Greatest showman au #eclair's aus #ectoloader #edgejeanist #erasermic #mhm!#i am. SO happy you sent this Thank you so much :D #i get so excited to see asks in my inbox and EVEN MORE so when someone asks about my aus ty <3 #always feel free to ask about any of them i LOVE talking about them :D #damn i need to watch this again its been too long actually #also unrelated but this reminded me that the majority of this au just stems from back when i was into haikyuu and #made a small fukutora kaiyaku self indulgent au- that was... a very long time ago but i remember the drawings.......(terrible drawings LMAO #most of its recycled from that bc i dont think ill be getting back into haikyuu for a while lol #just a random memory i completely forgot about huh dfgdg #ANYWAY #i hope you like it!! (tho its kinda messy and doesnt have a lot to it)#i have so many au ideas i need to talk about

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mr-walkingrainbow · 2 years

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WIP Meme

Tagged by @pepa-madrigal

RULES: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Hehehe my Wips (Top ones are most likely to be finished)

Agony of a Bitch (The owl house)

Putting the T in Mommy issues (911 lone star)

Got a Secret, Can you keep it (Encanto)

Down for the count, but not out just yet. (911 Lone star)

When the skies are cloudy, I’ll tuck you away in the safe space of my arms. (Encanto)

To hide from the world (Encanto)

A person only runs because they have something to run from. (Marvels Eternals)

A sniffle is all it takes. (Pffft my British Baking competition fic)

You can’t trust anyone, and yet you have to trust someone. (👀 not me writing Survivor NSFW)

Buzzcut Season (Ahhh we getting into my Charmed Reboot fics)

Funny in the Head, Funny don’t you think? (Ooo back to the owl house, with a passion fueled fic on how Lilith Regresses)

Athena Angst (if I ever get to it). (Damn not my IMMORTALS FENYX RISING FIC!)

Kisses and Red Poppies (Not my Charmed Reboot collab with my bestie Jordy 😭. Bestie remember this?)

The future, am I right? (Another Charmed Reboot fic featuring me and Jordy as Abimels kids)

Owl House Daycare (NOO! Not my Owl house fic where some bootifull human gave me a bunch of head-canons for if Lilith and Eda got turned into kids and Luz had to take care of them 🥺. I wish I remember their username)

Sleep Mi Amor, Sleep. (Yet another Charmed Reboot fic. Damn I was like, 14,000 words in too)

Riptide. (Full on sobbing, this was that Nancy Drew fic I got inspiration for randomly by seeing Bess and Odette 🥺)

Luciana, Luci. (From Fear the Walking dead. Gosh it had such potential)

A Nicolina fic (not my deadbeat old Marvels Runaways fic!)

The Greatest Oddities (Oh hey! My Greatest Showman fic!)

… damn. That was a lot.

i swear their should be more, probably didnt search hard enough.

ANYWHOOOOO! Please be a sweetie angel and comment a title! id appreciate it if my abandoned fics got the chance to see the light of day!

Henceforth, im tagging @magicman-mephistopheles , @justalittlewritingnerd , @animerunner , @rubybun , @hyxperfixations

@pepa-brainrot , @beanzykin , @strawberriesinmoominvalley , @transmazikeen , @welcometocaritas , @purple-nugget @ literally anyone else i couldnt remember for the life of me

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sprozity · 2 years

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Regarding Atom

I was listening to the greatest showman's soundtrack and couldn’t help imagining Atoms backstory and what place his parents have in it.

If your new here and have never heard of my oc Atom, then I have to warn you now that he is a love child between Leonard snart and Barry Allen.

Second, no Atoms backstory does not include Mpreg, all of my friends have asked me multiple times before and each time I always cringe at the mere thought. Not about a man being pregnant but the whole pregnancy's trope in general.

Now back to what I was originally going to ramble about with, Leonard and Barry’s place as parents in Atoms life.

Originally I was going to have it be where Barry and Leonard completely disappear from Atom’s life when he was merely a toddler, And I've loved the idea ever sense, all the trauma he could have from it and the emotional detachment as well seemed delicious to an angst reader/writer like myself.

But then I started thinking about how Atom actually getting to know his parents to a certain age, and then having them be striped away from him. It seemed like a good option.

So I’ve been thinking about it and it seems like a good option but then I would have to rewrite the first chapter of Atoms story, which I’ve done twice now.

I wouldn’t mind changing the first chapter again, although it would be very frustrating, I just wish I didn’t have to.

My main reason for this post is to let the few people who read these post about Atom know that there's going to be a new direction for Atom’s past and how it was going to impact Atom.

It’s going to impact him in almost the same way except harsher then it had before because of his connection with his parents.

He still won’t talk about his parents when their gone, it’ll take a lot of nudging for you to even get him to say the slightest comment about EITHER of his parents. But I at least wanted him to have a deeper connection with his parents then before.

The updated age of when his parents disappear is now fourteen. I’m writing another post that will have multiple spoilers for the fanfiction I‘m writing, so look out for that in he next couple of days if your interested!

{If anyone wants to talk about the flash or my oc Atom, my dms are always open, I’m also down for roleplaying if you are also! But please only contact me if your 15-17 years old thank you!}

#The Flash #Atom Cold Allen #ColdFlash #oc #Writer Things #Fanfic writer #lovechild #i love him #please #i have so many thoughts

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writebethany · 5 months

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20 questions for fic writers

Just because i saw it and wanted to 😂

How many works do you have on ao3?

138

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

2,336,801

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Started with Warehouse 13 and bering and wells, then wandered into OUAT and Swanqueen, then DWP and Mirandy, then a stint in Pitch Perfect 2 specifically for Becommissar because mmm Kommissar, a blip into Supergirl some for Supercat, more for General Danvers (tangentially also Supercorp but that's more for the fact that I run the chirstmas exchange than anything, love those kids, not my usual ship), and a crossover or two with Legends of Tomorrow with Supercanaary in there too in that same era, two seconds in ot3 shipping in The Greatest Showman because Jenny Lind mhm, one fic in Steven Universe because poly!diamonds, then into Harry Potter for anything to do with the Black Sisters and Hermione and occasionally Lucius which is still on going, but a bit backburnered because I've also fallen into writing fic for The Librarians this year centered around some pairing of Cassandra, Eve and Jenkins for the most part. Basically. It's a lot, and a lot of bouncing around between larger eras in specific fandoms lol.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Ask me No Questions (I'll Tell You No Lies) [HP Hermione/Narcissa/Anathema], Heaven When We're Home [HP Hermione/Narcissa], By All Accounts [Supergirl, Supercorp (apprciate you guys but I'm still confused by that😂)], Coffee Shops and Vigilantes [Supergirl/Legends of Tomorrow, Supercanary], Sincerely Yours [HP Hermione scores a hat trick]

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to as much as possible, especially in smaller fandoms. Sometimes I get a bit overwhelmed at it falls by the wayside, but I come back eventually.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Uhhhhhh there's usually one in every fandom I stay in for long enough where I just go full nuclear angst and no happy ending. Probably the worst of the worst Offenders is "I Hate to Kill You (I Hate to Die)" for obvious reasons if you've read it, but "of all the things I never told you" and "Halfway Through the Woods" are also up there and in probably last place but still *very* angsty is "Better This Way"

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Hard to pick. Save for those fics I'm a happy ending hoe. Probably the most rewarding happy ending will be for "The Sun Must Set to Rise" but that isn't published yet. I'm actually procrastinating the wrap up that story right now by doing this 😂😅

8. Do you get hate on fic?

Out right "you suck" hate? Once or twice. But there has been whining in the past on my stories about how I never finish anything or that I update too slow and why am I like this. *Those comments get responded to with some lessons in manners*

9. Do you write smut?

*looks at the tab beside Sun Must Set to Rise* I have no idea what you're talking about. But yeah, some pwp but a lot of smut as the pay off in long fics to put that cherry on top of them.

10. Do you write crossovers?

Have before, though they aren't my main thing, and unclear if Supergirl/Legends counts since like. The shows actually did that themselves once a season 😂

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I think I ended up on a scraping website that people posted about on tumblr all of once. Not mad about not having to fight that lol.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I've had people ask before, but they're on different databases than ao3 so I haven't really checked on how that went for them.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Several! Two of my closest fandom friends have cowritten with me and one IRL friend. Some of them got finished, others did not, but it was fun along the way.

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

??????? I know there are people out there who have stuck in one fandom and only one fandom for longer than I've been writing and they definitely have the answer to this, but I have ADHD and doooooo not. If I had to pick at gunpoint, I'd probably say Harry Potter Hat Trick, but unless you point a gun at me I'm not answering.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t?

Probably "Sometimes it's Soft Hands and Mailing Envelopes" it was a big part of my life in 2015 and I obsessed over it and wrote it and its sequel at such a fast pace, especially for going into my senior year of college. But I've reread the prequel and it's cute and I started reading it over again and just went 'I know where I wanted this to go, I can see how I would get there, I don't want to do that though' because it's a very slice of life story about moving in with your girlfriend and both you and your girlfriend navigating a new job/grad school and I've lived both of those experiences now, and especially I do not want to relive grad school, but also I don't usually write long slice of life things anymore. Sci-fi/fantasy and plot heavy for lyfe lol. But I do wish I had finished it at the time.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think over arching plot, like I'm good at fitting the pieces together where they need to go to make a believable story, which is good when you tend towards writing more mystery-esque 'solve a problem' fic. Also dialogue as a secondary. There is no struggle here to make these bitches say words.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I have DEBILITATING wordy bitch disease. This could be managed if I edited stories before posting them, but I don't. I'm doing well to edit my original work, thanks. So it leads to a lot of fics that are probably 20-50k too long and drag on the point for a bit. I *have* gotten better at it though. The White Queen is probably 100k too long oh my god, I try to forget she exists, even if it's one of the most popular fics I've written.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I have before, mostly in Pitch Perfect since Kommissar is German. It was a good experience. I probably wouldn't do it again unless I either knew the language or it was made up. In text notes so the reader gets what was said are the most awkward thing to deal with in the history of ever.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Warehouse 13. I hadn't known about fic for that long before starting to write for it. I also hadn't realized that I was a big ole homo, which in the late 00s/early 10s fanfic was the only fucking way I was going to see two ladies kiss and by god I was going to leverage the award winning writing skills I had gained writing terrible, original, teenager ficition to do it.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I think for a long, long time it was Of Cats, Giraffes, and Mice. It's just so very soft and caring and for a long while I could just feel that care and sink right into it and it just felt like the best thing I'd ever written. Rereading it now, it's still a very good fic, but I'm starting to see the little holes here and there as I grow as a writer. It's still good! I love it to death, and to talk about favorites without it would be incomplete, but I think that it's important to mention that even your best work eventually loses a bit of shine, no less dear, a huge stepping stone in the right direction, just not the top one anymore.

I think now my favorite is Heaven When We're Home. It has all of those hallmarks that Of Cats, Giraffes, and Mice did, if shorter, and there's a lyrical note to the writing and word choice in it that I have NO idea how I did (not being sober when writing probably didn't hurt) and I'm still chasing that sort of writing even now 2 years later.

#i wrote this instead of writing my nano fic WHOOPS

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