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danpuff-ao3 · 1 year

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23 and 43 for the ask game thingy please and thank u

Hello there! Thanks for the ask! :D

23. What’s a trope, AU, or concept you’ve never written, but would like to?

Answered here!

43. If you take/write prompts: what’s your favorite prompt fic that you’ve written?

Ooh this is hard! Why must I choose between my babies?? I've participated in many a fest and prompt event. Orange Blossoms was an indulgence of flowers and poetry (for HP Flowers AND my birthday!) Lover Boy At Play is to this day the most self-indulgent bit of hotness I ever wrote, written for Kinktober 2021. In fact, I'm very fond of most of my Kinkuary & Kinktober works!

But in the end I think it really comes down to 2 fest works.

Collateral Damage was written for Draco-Ron Fest 2021. It was a headache and a half to create. (In fact my first draft got to 10k words before I scrapped the whole thing and started fresh.) (Version 2, which is what is posted, ended up at 16k!) It was such a struggle to get through, but in the end I had a product I was beyond proud of!

The prompt was great. Probably my favorite prompt I've ever seen. I won't share it here since the prompt itself spoils the story a bit, but if you're very curious you can find it at the bottom of the fic itself. A friend of mine left that prompt, actually! And the moment I saw it I knew it had to be mine. It helped that, because I was friends with the prompter, they'd be thrilled with certain plot points I had in mind. I'd never had a prompt inspire me to quite that level before. Self-prompts, sure. Prompts from others? Never! I am to this day incredibly in love with that fic. Which is pretty big considering it's not my OTP!

It was a great indulgence of angst and miscommunication and inner turmoil. While also having fun with the characters. They're such a mess! Draco super bratty and dramatic, and a fun blend of insecure and vain. Then Ron this charming and funny guy who is also very oblivious and temperamental. It's a more lighthearted, fun version of the enemies to lovers dynamic that I don't often get with Snarry. Much as I love it, my OTP can be much too much sometimes!

It does make me unsure if I should write Dron again, though. I did it so well already! I'm not sure anything I write can ever compare. (Though it's not stopped me with a certain other ship, so...maybe I'll get over that hesitance one day!)

A Matter of Time was written for Snarry Adopt-a-Prompt and was posted early January 2022. While Collateral Damage was a fun spot of drama, this was a tragedy. And while the prompt for Dron spoke to me right away, I had a harder time narrowing down AAP prompts, and even once I did I had to tinker around with what, exactly, I wanted to do.

It was a different sort of structure than I normally write. Alternating POVs as well as reverse chronology. And I had it open-ended on top of that! I got to indulge in a bit of outsider perspective, and a secret (taboo) romance. It sort of delved into this awful situation without ever really resolving it. Also, I am dang proud of how it ended. Wow. Talk about a knife to the heart. (Of course I'd be proud of that, haha!)

Also...can we talk about the smut???? Very hot. Few people talk about that. Probably because on the whole it's a very depressing fic and most people are caught up in how depressing it is, but gosh dang it, that smut was good!

Anyway...it was another challenge to write, though it feels less oppressive than certain other fics. If only because I took breaks to write a comedy at the same time (Welcome to the Family for Rare Pair Fest.) It lightened my spirits enough to be able to reach the end without too much of a migraine. And in the end, I had a story I was stupidly proud of. And I considered it my best work until I posted Contempt later that same year!

(Also, I know I was supposed to stop signing up for fests, but...my best works came out of fests!!!! I did not need that to click in my brain now, oh no.)

questions for fic writers

#asked & answered #ask game #fic writer asks

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getalittleclosey · 4 years

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under 10k larry fic rec

hi! i’m becca and i read...so much fic. these rec lists are an accumulation of fic that i’ve read or reread and extra loved from 2016-now. there’s a wide range of stuff here and i think there’s definitely something for everyone!! i divided them up by length so you can check out all those categories below!

please make sure to read tags and warnings on all these fics!! the only things i think i can guarantee is that these are all larry, there’s no non-con, no age play, no eating disorders, no mentions of bg, they end happy, and they’re mostly aus. oh and they’re all on ao3 and some are locked so you’ll need an account! anyway i hope y’all enjoy!!!

under 5k

under 25k

under 50k

under 100k

100k+

☆ colors of the rainbow (shine so bright) by whisperdlullaby 9k

Louis' a popular skateboarder who's out to ruin Harry's life, and sometimes Harry just likes to wear nail polish and panties. Or alternatively, the one where Harry absolutely does not have a diary.

note: there’s a part 2 that’s 6k

☆ day 3: tossed salad by missandrogyny 5k

Harry sighed. “Lou,” he said, as Louis pressed kisses onto the skin of his neck. He gripped at the edge of the washing machine as Louis nibbled lightly at a spot below his jaw. “I’m doing the laundry."

note: this is part of a series by multiple authors but imo can be read on its own as a pwp

☆ jealous of the moon by objectlesson 10k

This is how he dies, Harry Styles saying I want you in me when Louis can’t possibly fulfill that request in a reasonable or safe way.

☆ string theory by graceana 10k

au. louis buzzes with something and glows with another.

The last few players are trickling off the bus when Louis looks down at his hands to see that he is pretty simply put, glowing gold,” Aww what the fuck is this shit. Is it that noticeable?” He whines, doesn’t even make a big deal out of it like it’s a normal thing that should be happening right now.

aka. a cliche soulmatey-fate thing.

☆ you’re like a sponge (abrasive and colorful) by ladylondonderry 7k

Harry LOML Styles: Hey, can you recommend your fav shoe stores? Heels Abroad is closing and I know you know some good places

Butterflies have erupted in Louis’s stomach. This is the first time Harry has ever texted him. He glances down at the beat up old Adidas he wore for his run this morning. Harry thinks Louis knows some good places? He trusts Louis’s opinion on something?

Louis gulps, and then coughs up toothpaste, hastily spitting into the sink. Everything depends on this. Harry - Harry Styles - has texted him! Louis can’t mess this up. He has to be perfect. He has to have great shoe store recommendations. He feels giddy. This is it! A turn in their friendship! The toothpaste-y grin firmly on his face, he picks up his phone again just as another message comes through.

Harry LOML Styles: Sorry, wrong person

Oh.

Or, Louis's flirts look an awful lot like insults.

☆ rated r by cherrystreet 8k

Louis gifts Harry with a surprise sex tape, and it accidentally makes its way into Harry's family Christmas party. Ridiculousness ensues.

☆ stars and boulevards by cherrystreet 6k

They’d been friends for years, had known each other throughout middle school and into high school, meeting in a music class on a sticky September morning. They hit it off instantly, falling into one another immediately, never looking back. Their friendship was comfortable, genuine, safe, always there, achingly present and solid. Harry never felt uneasy confiding in Louis, their one year age gap making Louis somehow seem more worldly, more experienced, and even when Harry had to look down at Louis, he still looked up to him. They spent the quickly passing school years making each other’s homes their own, Harry’s mom calling Louis her honorary second son, Louis’ mom giving Harry a similar title, and everyone knew that if you wanted to find Harry, you had to find Louis first.

☆ in retrospect by ologist 9k

In retrospect, messing with time travel probably wasn’t the best idea George has ever had, and if that’s not the most ironic thing he doesn’t know what is.

note: this is from george shelley’s perspective so there’s quite a bit of union j!

☆ just you wait and see by orphan_account 7k

In which Harry mistakes Louis' flirting as an attempt to steal his job.

☆ i wanna be yours now by justalittlelouislove 8k

“Look, I’m not saying that it’s for sure a serial killer.” Pressing the end of his cigarette to his lips, Zayn takes a short pull and speaks through the exhale, blowing smoke out of the side of his mouth and up towards the sky. “All I’m saying is there’s a good possibility it’s a serial killer.”

Someone is sending Louis flowers. Everyone suffers until Louis gets answers.

☆ come on over tonight by dinosaursmate 6k

As Louis reached Harry’s front path, he spotted something curious on the grass, near to Harry’s wheelie bins. Louis frowned in consternation. Was that…? He crouched down to look at the item a bit closer. It was a snowglobe. Not only was it a snowglobe, it was a Winnie The Pooh snowglobe. A rather large one. A Christmas themed one. - A friends with benefits au where Louis finds out there's a bit more to Harry than an insatiable sexual appetite.

☆ like vines (we intertwine) by turnyourankle 8k

The "Roswell" AU where Harry is an alien, Louis is not, and they've both been pining after each other for far too long.

☆ i was getting kinda used to being someone you loved by werebothstubborn 8k

His hand clamps down over Louis’ mouth as firmly as he can manage. “What do you want? C'mon, you have my full attention now. What. Do. You. Want.”

Louis manages to look apologetic as he licks slobbery circles around Harry's palm until he lets go. “Pretend to be my boyfriend,” he says, dramatically gulping in as much air as he can breathe.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“This bloke just came up to me, said he’d give us fifty quid to be in his music video.”

“And you said what? ‘Sure, just let me coerce my friend into it with uncomfortable amounts of PDA and blackmail’?”

Louis has a brilliant idea. Harry begs to differ. Until he doesn't.

☆ can’t you see the glow by supernope 8k

Four times Harry tries and fails to tell Louis he's pregnant, and the one time he (accidentally) succeeds.

☆ i’ll know my name when it’s called again by pukeandcry 9k

Louis wakes up in Harry's body. This is a problem for several reasons.

☆ make you never wanna leave by fairytalelights 9k

“But that's fine?” Now Louis just looks confused. “There are so many ways you can have fun sex. Wetness is helpful but not a requirement.” Harry can feel his face heating up. The way Louis said fun sex, like it's that easy, like he has all the experience. He might be a year older than Harry, but Harry's not quite sure if age is the only factor at play here. He doesn't know why the thought of Louis having sex makes his heart start to race again and he especially doesn't know why the next thing he blurts out is, “You could show me.”

or, Harry is an omega teen who has trouble getting wet even when he's turned on, Louis is his omega best friend who helps him experiment. In a completely platonic way, of course.

☆ i’ll show you magic by kingsofeverything (fullonlarrie) 5k

Louis didn’t mean to go home with a Muggle, and he didn’t mean to sneak out of his flat in the morning. He definitely didn’t mean to wind up in that same flat a month later, attempting to steal a magical object before the Muggle gets home.

☆ streetwise hercules by bottomlinsons 7k

“I said,” Louis’ voice is venomous, “who the fuck is this?”

Right.

This is Harry’s part.

(Uni AU, where Louis pretends to be Harry's boyfriend to scare away his one night stands.)

☆ a fully armed battalion (to remind me of my love) by mediawhore 6k

“He was flirting with you by the way,” Niall says casually once he’s finished saying goodbye to Louis and he’s joined Harry outside.

“No he wasn’t,” Harry replies automatically, feeling his heart clench at the thought. Was he?

Niall simply raises a mocking eyebrow in response before wrapping his scarf twice around his neck.

“Not that it matters!” Harry says quickly, eyes widening. “I wouldn’t care even if he did because he’s awful and the worst.”

Everyone at Hogwarts knows that Professor Styles and Professor Tomlinson absolutely despise each other. It's too bad that they're in love.

☆ we found love (right where we are) by dea_liberty 7k

Harry Styles hadn’t meant to come back to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as a celebrity. Except, somehow – by accident - he sort of had. Now he can't go anywhere without someone (or a lot of someones) screaming hysterically and or trying to charm him into falling in love with them. To make matters worse, he couldn't even eat anything he found just anywhere because it might be laced with a love potion. The absolute kicker though was the fact that the one person he'd been trying to impress when he'd apparently impressed the whole bloody world was probably the only person whose attention he hadn't managed to catch.

☆ dreaming of you by orphan_account 10k

It’s as he’s smoking on their shitty little balcony that it really dawns on Louis. These thoughts he’s having are about Alex’s boyfriend. His brother’s boyfriend. Louis is an awful person. He’s always been the kind of person to want what he can’t have and while he’s never wanted anything like this, he can’t stop thinking about it now. How small he’d look next to Harry. How he could easily pin Louis to a wall. How good his long, thick fingers would feel on him, in him . He feels his dick twitch and leans against the cold glass door leading back into the house.

[or; Louis falls in love with his brother's boyfriend.]

☆ won’t you love me? by halos_boat 6k

Where Louis is Spider-Man, Harry is oblivious, Liam has a problem with communicating his feelings, Zayn is frustratingly handsome and Niall has a pet turtle.

☆ feels good on my lips by phdmama 8k

When Niall harasses Harry into returning to Vermont for their fifteenth high school reunion, Harry is really not sure he wants to go. High School wasn't the most fun for him, but when it turns out that Louis Tomlinson, his former best friend and current star of the silver screen is going to be there, Harry agrees. The road to reunion is never easy.

☆ like you hate me by krisstylinson 7k

“You have poor taste for someone with the last name Styles,” he says, turning to show the back of his pants to Harry—the pants Harry had just stitched his name across last night to keep this type of thing from happening again.

Of course, he’s accomplished nothing but indirectly making himself pop a stiffy over Louis fucking Tomlinson.

☆ call me a thief by moodlighting 9k

AU. Of all the people on campus, the one person Louis can’t seem to stop running into is Harry fucking Styles. And he keeps stealing all of Louis’ shit.

#bruh there's a george shelley fic in here that's how old this is im SORRY #on the flip side there are also 2019 fics #so i mean #variety #fic rec #one direction #larry stylinson #there are quite a few hp aus in this wow good for me #mine #25 fics in this one #fic masterpost

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greenmegsnoham · 3 years

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TOP 5 OF 2020

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 (ish) favourite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

Thank you for the tag @pineau-noir 😘!!

So this was my first year writing fanfic...it’s only been a couple months actually...and I absolutely LOVE IT! It’s gotten me through this hell storm of a year. Never did I realize that diving into Harry Potter fanfiction would give me the community, friendship, and love I desperately needed. I was feeling lost and quite alone, having moved several times, leaving many friends hundreds of miles away. Now I’ve found new friends thousands of miles away, and I’ve never felt so socially fulfilled.

Thank you to everyone who inspire and encourage me to keep creating. Never would I thought I could bring so much joy (and paint 😂) to so many people! And FIND that joy in others. I have never felt a more sense of self, acceptance, and belonging.

Just. Thank you. 💕

SO. My top 5..ish!

1. Time Heals All Wounds - My ongoing Time Travel / Soulmate AU Snarry fic. I don’t know how or when I happened upon Snarry, but omg. I love it so much. I cannot begin to describe how much of myself I have poured into this fic, and how much I love it. It is definitely the embodiment of creating what you want to see in the world. Quite a few Snarry nay-sayers have converted after reading this. 😉 FULL of suspense / hurt / angst / just enough fluff. And, of course, smut. As one of my friends quoted, “It’s the fic you didn’t know you needed.”

@deaserkan even drew THE MOST BEAUTIFUL fic inspired (NSFW) fanart. Check it out here! It’s just... *chef kiss*

2. That Bloody Bathroom - My VERY FIRST fic! I happened upon a Halloween writing challenge in the Fanatical Fics podcast Discord and figured...what the hell! The WC limit was 2k and...well...it was pretty much 2k. I had no idea how easy it would be for me to write. I love Drarry so much, and it was so fun to write about my OTP! It even won the Classic Drarry award...which was pretty dang cool!

3. The Boy Who Loved - My second Drarry, but FIRST chapter fic. This one is also ongoing...with about 16 chapters in...but it’s on hold since THAW has become all-consuming. BUT I’m still in love with the story. Classic Slytherin!Harry and ChosenOne!Neville. Also my first attempt at smut, which has essentially established my brand: angst / hurt / cliffhangers EVERYWHERE / and ALLS the smut. I cannot wait to get around to finishing this one.

4. Good Evening, Prime Minister - Every week the Fanatical Fics discord has a headcanon discussion about some of the more obscure HP characters we don’t know too much about. I committed to writing a ficlet each week focused on said character. For the week of Kingsley Shacklebolt, I immediately thought about the possibility of a Kingsley/Muggle Prime Minister pairing. WOW! How was this not already a thing??? Apparently I created the pairing tag on AO3 😂. This was such a cute and steamy story! I wish it was something more people would have the chance to read! (maybe this post will help!)

5. Destroy Me - So as I’ve gotten more invested in reading / writing fic, a friend and I are developing a ship culture discussion podcast (@careofmagicalshippers) focusing on the extensive universe of HP ships. While researching, I happened up on Flintwood. And WOW. I SHIP THIS SO HARD! Quidditch Rivalry = UST, obviously! This story is mad spicy. You’ll love it.

I have to append my Drawble for the Drarry Discord Drawble Challenge. I haven’t drawn a full illustration in like.....oh gosh. MONTHS...maybe over a year. My new-found passion for fic spilled over into fanart, which I hope can continue! When @bluebutter-art left such lovely comments, I nearly died. 😭

6. This Christmas - accompanies an adorable Christmas Drabble as well!

I cannot wait to see what 2021 has to bring from all my talented friends (or friends I think I have in my head 🤣)!! I’m sorry if I miss a bajillion of you because I don’t remember everyone’s usernames well 🙈

@slytherco @veelawings @bluebutter-art @chickenpets @samunderthelights@ladderofyears @swisstae @p1013 @deaserkan @nevbo @upthehillart @nezumivi @davonysus @san-draws @serpenssemper @fw00shy @potionsmasters @erlasart @thesleepiesthufflepuff @blue--dreaming @alessiajontrunfio @aeshsar @cibeewastaken @hilunawrites @bisexualronaldweasley @rockmarina @the-starryknight @sunflower-swan

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pepperful-qt · 4 years

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Also I saw that you're into hp too, I'd like to request a hq x hp crossover please! Relationship hcs of kuroo, osamu and semi (separately) with a slytherin s/o? + bonus if there are suggestive hcs as well. I personally hc kuroo to be a fellow slytherin so I'd really appreciate it if you could assign slytherin for him! I'll leave osamu's and semi's houses to you ^^ thanks again!

ahhh this request made me so excited !! funnily enough I hc slytherin for all these babes🙈im one myself haha let's go🐍🐍🐍 this isn’t late shh

warnings: suggestive situations/language, alcohol (firewhiskey?? & substances)

Kuroo, Osamu, & Semi with a Slytherin s/o HP! AU

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。・゜✭・.・✫

Kuroo Tetsurou

he’s an example of a great slytherin leader

definitely a prefect/head boy, quidditch captain, and is in like 3 clubs. you bet he’s a favorite among professors too

he’s the stereotypical slytherin that’s good at potions, but it’s not bc he’s a slytherin it’s bc he’s an actual nerd (chemistry nerd? try potions nerd)

and he’s just generally smart and good in his classes

and so are you :) a prefect too

in fact, you’re quite popular with all the houses and the professors. most people wouldn’t guess that your slytherin based on stereotypes

Kuroo, however, recognizes what you’re really doing: creating a network for yourself, and he respects it, but he will mess with you

you actually become friends with Kenma first, knowing he’s very intelligent, which is how he hears about you other than seeing you in passing in the common room and your shared classes

the first time he speaks to you is in potions class and brings up Kenma as a common point, and continues just charming his way through the conversation

he’s just too nice. but there’s little hints of provocation in there too

so you make things fun and flirt back, but play innocent hard to get

the whole time before he actually asks you out is this back and forth witty banter and flirting that drives everyone crazy

which by the way, he keeps dropping hints that you’re going to have to ask first, but when you finally crack and start to he asks instead, making you flustered (which was his goal the whole time)

can i just say: power couple

y’all are just popular and no one knows why really?? you’re just hard to hate. it’s allll jealousy

you’re also the parents of the slytherins too. you keep em in line but also have no issue standing up to anyone

and trust me, no one wants to mess with you two. you have respect for more than one reason, and knowing a nasty hex or two is def one of them

that network i was talking about? comes in handy all the time

he’ll casually mention a specific kind of root he needs for a potion he wants to try in his extracurricular potion lessons (yes he’s that person) and you just go:

“oh Richard has a friend in ravenclaw who’s got a cousin working at a shop in Hogsmeade that gets those regularly. want me to ask?”

he’s good at getting away with his shenanigans. usually. you always catch him and never let him live it down

when he acts all cocky you know just what to say to knock him down a few pegs, or flirt up a storm that makes everyone around you gag at the sexual tension

“yes captain”

honestly, it feels like you’re the only ones who know the other completely, save for Kenma with Kuroo

he’s the type that will cast orchideous when he sees you by yourself and make flowers grow next to you before walking up and revealing himself aw <3

other students would rather hug the giant squid than get in a debate with you two, especially if you’re together. they’re feelings and egos will be permanently scarred

more pda than other slytherin x slytherin relationships. you’re not afraid to show that you belong to each other

it’ll be something like an arm around your shoulder or a kiss on the cheek as a greeting (it’s still subtle)

however,,

more than one occasion he’ll come up behind you while you’re working in the library and massage your shoulders while kissing your neck and whispering some suggestions into your ear

it looks very innocent from an outside perspective, but he makes it so hard to concentrate with his hot breath on your skin

and did i mention you’re both prefects? wow do you abuse your privilege sometimes

what’s more exciting than getting a little action in a dark secluded part of the castle by torchlight during your nightly rounds?

need i mention the bath? steamy.. Myrtle’s a blabbermouth too, so the other prefects know what’s up. but really, are they gonna stop you?

not always, of course. shared baths are some of the best times to have real talk and deep conversations

100% supportive of each other and will take over the world one day, we love to see it

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。・゜✭・.・✫

Miya Osamu

the temptation to just make him from Durmstrang-

***i just know people will fight me for sorting him into Slytherin. it’s true that he fits in others but he’s flexible, so i stuck him here for now. i already admitted he was a hat stall calm down.

ANYWAYS

Osamu’s career as a Hogwarts student is made up of 2 things: quidditch and a secret snack and substance smuggling ring he started in his second year

the Miya twins have a reputation with quidditch just like with volleyball (Osamu is a chaser, Atsumu is a beater. great team)

(i imagine they’re pureblood too, not rlly important though. if you’re half/muggleborn, enjoy teaching his clueless ass about basic muggle society)

you’re another proud and competitive slytherin, who somehow has dirt on anyone and everyone

you’re on the quidditch team too, even better. that’s where you grow close to the twins at first, making you guys a power trio in your own right. quidditch dream team <3

not only do you spend a lot of time together, getting to know each other intimately as teammates (beyond the facades) and allowing his feelings to grow slowly yet surely, but Atsumu is also there to provoke and make Osamu subconsciously jealous when he gets feelings

you’re great at talking Atsumu in circles, which frustrates him and amuses Osamu

(more than once the twins have gotten into pseudo-duels and nearly burned the quidditch stands to the ground. lucky your common room is in a stone dungeon omfg)

you obv know about his snack business, initiating a bit of blackmail to get him to do favors for you, but all in good fun. eventually one of those favors is a date ;)

it’s a quiet relationship, not an in-your-face one, but no one can deny the chemistry,, it’s almost suffocating itself

he’d messed around a little, but they never lasted more than a week. so when he realized you’d hit the month mark he was (internally) “oh shit”

you go on Hogsmeade dates all the time <3 he actually laughs when you get a butterbeer foam mustache. it was an accident the first time, now you do it on purpose ;)

you become a business partner for his smuggling ring. your blackmail means you’ve got lots of people under your thumb and lots of favors available to call in. he also trusts your judgement

fangirls are always jealous, but merlin help them if they confront you. if they’re lucky you’ll roll your eyes and ignore them, but usually you’ll decimate them with words and leave them in the dust. you also know how to hex and get away with it (just blame someone else duh)

yeah rumors happen and it’s annoying, bc you really don’t need people staring at you all the time, but neither you or Osamu even address it

both of you are invited to Slughorn’s parties along with Atsumu, you’re that couple

you’re staring someone down and he comes from behind and snakes (ha) his arms around your waist, glaring at them over your shoulder. 11/10 terrifying

sitting in the courtyard talking to your friends, your head on his lap while he plays with your hair

sneaking into the kitchens together. once you tried some cooking charms and the next day everyone’s eggs were neon green at breakfast...oops?

holding hands while you walk through the hallways and the crowd parts around you

Atsumu is secretly bitter his brother has such a cool s/o and he has yet to have a serious relationship, so he’ll bother & tease the two of you a lot to cope smh

though you don’t show it in public and often give off a tough front instead, behind closed doors you’re actually very loving and committed to one another

favorite places for ~special~ time? quidditch locker room & your dorm

you find excuses to stay behind after practice together. your teammates used to think it was just a coincidence until they finally caught on (not that they’d tattle. if you get caught that’s your business)

imo Osamu would probably be willing to try involving charms in some way during sexy times. a spark on your skin, binding, whatever. most of them are one-offs but it’s the thought that counts ig

there’s an unspoken rule in the slytherin boys dorm to stick a drooble’s gum wrapper on the door of the dorm to tell the others to stay out, but Osamu doesn’t trust anyone so he prefers hanging out in your room. it’s quieter and your roommates know not to try anything <3

he smuggles in some firewhiskey and other stuffs for you two to enjoy by yourselves <3

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。・゜✭・.・✫

Semi Eita

(debated with gryffindor for him, but ultimately decided nahh)

Semi is less of the sly and underhanded slytherin and more of the ambitious and self-assured kind

idk why, but i’m feeling a love-hate to friendly competition to friends to lovers ?? don’t ask ajsldkf

you’re a top student, mostly bc of your charm though. no one knows if your good grades are real (they are, but it doesn’t hurt being the teacher’s favorite)

though you hop around friend circles, you don’t have a solid group. sort of an outcast in that way

he knows you exist, but no one really expects much from you. aha, big mistake

every single time you sweep everyone in classes, one way or another, you come out on top (hey i won’t question your methods) and oh does it piss him off. you’ve hit a competitive nerve my friend,, little bit of envy too :/

he confronts you, but you evade, maybe with a little challenge or provocation

from then on it’s just little jabs at each other. he corrects your stirring technique. you return the favor in transfiguration with his wrist motion

you two are the definition of “are you flirting or starting a fight?”

he ends up partnering with you in potions, just to see your tricks up close i swear. he didn’t realize that meant he’d see different sides of you when you study. the way you mingle with everyone intrigues and fascinates him, and slowly curiosity takes the place of spite

he saw you prank a gryffindor into drinking babbling beverage, and it was the first time he saw a genuine smile from you (even if it was a little malicious)

slowly your relationship shifts as you learn more about each other. you’re more than a suspected cheater and he’s more than a hotheaded jock

you two are the definition of “are you flirting or starting a fight?”

both of you are super super stubborn and too proud to admit feelings for each other sigh, cue slytherin bff tendou to the rescue. count on him for some elaborate scheme to finally get you two together. thank god

once you are together, you’re inseparable

you send each other messages on paper birds charmed to fly to the other, wherever they are. it’s gotten you in trouble a few times (Snape will read them out loud, just bc you’re slytherin doesn’t mean you’re spared embarrassment)

you are in charge of his outfits if you ever go on casual dates to Hogsmeade. sorry eita it’s not a debate <3

he’s super fcking protective, and has a bit of a jealous streak. scary when irritated, but no more than you are

most loyal freaking couple ever though

you’ll have heated debates with each other that from the outside look like you’re fighting but five minutes later you’re chilled out on the common room couch reading a book together, him reading over your shoulder as you sit between his legs

deep conversations late at night in the common room, watching the giant squid & cuddling by the fireplace

love talking about your dreams and aspirations, joking about taking over the world together <3

though it takes some convincing for him on your part, you’re great at sneaking out and not getting caught. you know the secret passages like the back of your hand thanks to being stuck in the dungeons, and like hell rules are going to keep you from enjoying what you want

Hogsmeade, down by the black lake/boathouse at night, and your favorite spot, the astronomy tower <3

you’ll go up there at night, casting sparks from your wand that decorate the air like hovering stars, and just enjoy the beauty of magic and each other

the first time you were almost caught, you ended up in a snug secret passage, and that was your first kiss

sometimes you’re almost caught and then it’s a nice flashback to that time

low on pda outside of holding hands, but get a little firewhiskey and you’re all over each other

late night study sessions in the library that often turn into makeout sessions when you’re finally alone what can i say, the possibility of getting caught is exciting

a big part of your relationship is impressing and inspiring each other every day. you understand each others’ passions and habits, and you’re constantly keeping each other in check while also pushing yourselves to be better (tbh top tier slytherin x slytherin dynamic)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。・゜✭・.・✫

a/n: anyone want a fic out of these?? omfg please send more harry potter or au in general

#sorry this took so long i wanted it to be good #kuroo tetsuro #miya osamu #semi eita #kuroo tetsuro x reader #miya osamu x reader #semi eita x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu scenario #haikyuu harry potter #harry potter au #kuroo x reader #osamu x reader #semi x reader

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selfindulgent-undertalerps · 4 years

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Grim x Horror x Monotype Part 1

They don't have a shipname yet :(

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Grim is taking a walk in a random AU, specifically the Waterfall part of it, He's looking around, coughing from time to time.

He looks like he's talking to himself.

"Okay You Say Cake, But What Cake?" He paused as if he was listening to someone "Plum? Hm . . .That Could Work" He's talking quietly.

Horror steps out of the shadows in front of Grim "howzit goin?"

Grim took a step back, slightly scared, "G-Good, Em . . . You?" He's slightly shaking.

"good." Horror grins wide and takes a step forward "wha'd ya say about a cake?"

"Oh I'm Making A Cake For Someone Close To Me" Grim is slightly nervous.

"what kinda cake ya makin?" Horror tugs at a eye socket, his eylight stares intensely at Grim.

"Yogurt Cake With Plums"

"yogurt cake?" Horror's eyes are wide and he leans in closer "sounds delicious"

"It Is" Grim is looking at Horror, he is nervous, "Is Everything Alright?"

Horror leans back drooling, his eyelight glazed over "just feelin.. hungry." His eyelight focuses back on Grim.

Grim thought for a moment, "Em . . . I Have Food At Home . . . So . . . You Can Come With Me If You Want . . .?" He coughed a few times and after this wiped the blood that was coming from his mouth.

Horror's grin widened and he leaned back towards Grim, uncomfortably close. "i would love to."

Grim blushed a bit, he took a step back, he holds out his hand "I'm Grim And What's Your Name?" He gives Horror a slightly nervous smile.

Horror holds out his hand "you can call me axe or horror" He shrugs "but that names sans, sans the skeleton heh.. in the f l e s h." Something metal glints suspiciously in Horror's hand.

"Nice To Meet You" Grim is ready to protect himself, but took Horror' hand and shook it slightly, he has a wound on his chest, one of his eyes is melted, he adjusted his glasses.

Grim feels sharp little pricks on the palm of his hand. Horror has tacks taped to his hand. He thinks it's a funny prank.

Grim lost 0,1 hp, he has 0,4hp currently, which immediately send him into panic mode, he teleported a few meters away from Horror.

Horror sweats nervously. he forgets sometimes that's not how you greet a new friend. his hand jams into his hoodie and pockets the offending "prank" and takes a step back further from Grim "sorry i'm-" one of his hands shoots up to his face to tug at his socket aggressively.

Grim gets worried "H-Hey It's Okay, Really" He took out a piece of chocolate and ate it to heal himself, his HP is 0,5 , "I'm Okay, See?"

Horror checks him and he stops the assault on his face "you're down to half" He looks confused and concerned.

"That's Basically My Max HP"

Horror looks more concerned, "only half?"

"I Technically Can Heal Up To 1 HP But It's Kinda Useless, Due To This" Grim gestured to the wound on his chest.

Horror stiffens and fidgets and he glances at Grim's face and looks at the ground in front of his feet.

"Are You Okay?" Grim took a few steps towards Horror.

Horror's seems to come back to himself, his eyelight snaps back into focus on Grim, he grins. "not doin half bad"

"Heh, Glad To Hear It"

Horror stands in place grinning silently.

"Sooo You Want To Go To My House? You Said You're Hungry, So I Could Give You Something" Grim just wants to be nice.

Horror looks surprised for a sec before grinning wider and nods.

Grim held out his hand so Horror can grab it, he's smaller than Horror, he's shaking a bit.

Horror reaches out slowly to take it, palm upwards so Grim can see it's empty.

Grim took his hand and teleported to his AU, in front of his house, He's smiling slightly, he mumbled something to himself.

Horror leans closer to Grim "what didja say?"

"Just Talking To Myself . . . A Terrible Habit Really" Not really the truth, but he doesn't want to talk about his 'ghost' problem.

"ok." Horror stands up straight and watches Grim expectantly. Grim opened the door to his house and let Horror inside.

Horror shambles in and looks around.

A cozy house, it's warm and smells nice, there's a lot of pictures on the walls.

Grim got inside and closed the door.

Horror turns around and grins at Grim with his too wide smile "nice place"

"Thank You" Grim went to the kitchen and started heating up water for some tea.

Horror followed him and watched him prepare the tea.

"So . . . Uh . . . What Do You Want To Eat?"

"heh... i could eat anything"

"Pasta?"

Horror grinned wider "sure"

Grim took out the things he needed and started cooking, in the meantime He prepared tea and gave a cup to Horror.

Horror took the cup reverently and sat at the kitchen counter to watch.

Grim started humming at some point.

Horror takes a sip of tea and it's really well made... he all but chugs the rest of it down.

Grim is still cooking, you can see that he's quite skilled in this.

Horror gets up and stands close behind Grim and leans over his shoulder to see what he's doing.

Grim is choping some onions, he noticed Horror "Hm?"

"you're good at this..."

"Thank You, I Like To Cook, It's Comforting For Me, My Brother Taught Me How To Cook . . ." Grim' smile disapeared from his face.

Horror's head tilted to the side questioningly "brother?"

"I Had A Brother, He Had A Bar Here In Snowdin, Really A Great Guy . . ." Grim' voice is sad.

Horror nods his head "you wanna talk about it?"

"I Could" Grim continued cooking "A Genocide Route Happened And Everyone, But Me, Is Dead"

"sorry for your loss"

"I Try To Live With That, Well Atleast I'm Not Alone" Grim smiled slightly.

Horror pats Grim on the shoulder "...... want help cookin?"

"You Could Help Me If You Want" Grim smiled at him.

Horror rolls up his sleeves and washes his hands and gestures in a offer to finish chopping vegetables.

Grim let him finish, he drank a bit of his tea, He's slightly shaking.

Horror notices Grim shaking "yah okay?"

"Yeah Just A Bit Cold"

Horror sets the knife down, shucks off his jacket, wordlessly holding it out to Grim.

"Are You Sure?"

Horror nods and lets out a deep chuckle "take it, it won't bite."

"Hehe Okay" Grim took the jacket and put it on himself, it's too big "Heh"

Horror blushes and turns back to finish chopping, he's almost done.

Grim smiled and began doing other things they needed to finish the pasta.

Soon the pasta was almost ready, Grim called someone "Hey . . . When Are You Coming Back? . . . Food's Almost Ready . . . We Have A Guest . . . Okay, Love You Too . . ." He hung up.

"who's that?" Horror's eyelights fixated on the food. He's drooling a little.

"I Was Talking With My Boyfriend, They Should Be Here In A Moment" Grim took a plate, put food on it and handed it to Horror "Here"

Horror looks like he's about to eat off the plate with his face right there. however, he pauses and shakes his head. "got a fork?"

"Yeah" Grim handed him a fork "You Must Be Really Hungry" He's kinda worried.

Someone entered the house.

"i usually am.." Horror stiffins at the sound of the door and then relaxes, remembering the mention of Grim's boyfriend. he shuffles hesitantly towards the kitchen table watching the entryway closely like a nervous cat..

Monotype walked into the kitchen, or rather floated, "Hey"

"Heya" Grim is smiling, He put some food on a second plate and gave it to Mono. Mono took it and went to the table.

Horror eyes mono nervously and sits down, hunched over his plate. "hello"

Mono smiles at him "I'm Monotype, Mono for short, what's your name?" They began to eat.

Grim sat down next to them with a cup of tea, but no food.

Horror stabs some pasta with his fork "heh... most call me horror" he's eyeing Grim with his cup of tea with a furrowed brow when he takes a bite.

Horror's eyelight blows wide and he chews slowly. He looks back and forth between Grim and his plate, a bright blush rising on his face before attacking his food ravenously.

"Does It Taste Good?" Grim asked.

"'ice to meet ya" Mono smiled and drank some tea from a cup he got in the meantime.

Horror snorts at the pun and wipes his face. "heh ice to meet ya too." He chuckles. Horror then nods to Grim "this dish is so good it's prepastarous."

Grim starts giggling "I'm Glad That You Like It"

"You should eat something" Mono is worried a bit.

"I'm Not Hungry" Grim drinks his tea.

"Gówno prawda" Mono Said in a foreign language.

Horror, who's already finished his plate, shoots Grim a indescribable look. "you're not eating?"

"Like I said I'm not hungry . . . I'll eat later" Grim put his arms on the table and places his head in them.

"I hope you'll eat later . . ." Mono sighed.

Horror looks back and forth between Grim and his plate again, this time looking more concerned. He comes to a decision and stands up taking his plate to the kitchen. He piles on a massive helping for himself.

He then pulls out another plate and portions out only a couple small scoops. Horror grabs some cutlery and walks back and sits across from Grim.

He puts his overflowing plate in front of himself and scoots the other across the table nudging Grim's arms with it. " . . . please eat." Horror sounds slightly distressed.

Grim looks at Horror and sighs "Alright . . . I'll Eat . . . " He slightly rubbed his eyesockets and began eating slowly.

"Wow, you managed to get him to eat on your first try, congrats" Mono smiles softly "And Thanks"

Horror nodded at Mono and blushed. He watched Grim eat for a second before resuming his one man act of a pasta garbage disposal.

The three of them ate in peace, Mono is watching Horror with curiosity, a faint greish purple blush on their cheekbones.

Horror was savoring that last few bites with a groan, eyes closed and blissed out. He finished up with a belch and leaned back in his chair sagging with contentment. "that was pasta-tively delicious."

Both skeletons snickered at the pun, Grim didn't eat much from his portion, but atleast ate something, he's smiling.

Horror didn't know what it was but, even with just having met them, he felt really comfortable around these two... "hey uh thanks for the meal, even though i... well.." Horror hooked a phalange in his eyesocket. He was fidgeting uneasily and staring at the table.

"Don't Worry About It, Really, I Forgive You" Grim gave him a bright smile, a slight red blush dusting his black cheekbones.

Horror looks up and meets Grim's gaze. Oh no he's he's cute. Horror blushes furiously and glances at Mono and back down to the table twiddling his thumbs.

He's unsure what to do now, and the room is feeling rather warm despite not having his jacket. Horror tugs at the collar of his shirt, sweating.

"Are ya okay?" Mono Has a small smirk on his face. Grim is worried. Both Skeletons are watching Horror.

"y-yeah sorry.. god it's cute in here though...." Horror's eyes widen "i-i mean hot!!! agh! warm!" Horror's face could single handedly light up a gyftmas tree. He sinks in his seat as if that could hide himself.

Horror wishes he had his jacket to hide in.

Both Skeletons are blushing and smiling

"Well you look great too" Mono placed his hand on top of Grim' to calm him down.

If Horror could blush harder he would. He looks between Grim and Mono, shifting in his seat nervously.

Horror stands up suddenly, "lemme clean up" he snatches the other two's plates and piles them on his own, escaping quickly to the kitchen.

Mono and Grim started talking quietly between themselves.

Horror shovels Grim's leftovers in his mouth and puts the rest in a tupperware container. He runs the faucet for a sec, letting the water heat up and got himself to scrubbing.

Grim is watching him, he coughed a few times, he's still wearing Horror' jacket.

Horror throws Grim a concerned glance at the coughing and then looks away quickly.

He's surprised he hasn't gotten light headed from all the blushing he's doing. "you uh, cough alot..." Horror states more sounding like a question.

"Yeah . . . Mostly Because Of This Wound . . ." Grim rested his skull on his hand.

Horror stares at him with pinched brows for a second before glancing at his jacket still engulfing Grim, and quickly looking away, focusing all his attention back on the dishes.

"Heh, It's Nothing Really" Grim laid his head on the table and closed his eyes.

Horror finishes the dishes and drys his hands. He turns to the two skeletons and grins.

"thanks for the meal." He scratches the back of his skull "i better get goin though..."

"Oh Okay, I enjoyed our time together" Mono is looking at him "You're welcome here anytime"

"Yeah , I Really Enjoyed It Too. . . Oh I Should Probably Give You Your Jacket Back" Grim began taking it off.

Horror almost wanted to tell him to keep it, if he didn't feel so naked without it, he probably would have... instead he stepped forward and helped Grim out of it, his soul fluttering in his chest at the close proximity.

Grim smiled at him, a really sweet smile, "I'm Really Happy That We Met"

"uhhh same." Horror's face lights up again both at Grim's smile and the embarrassingly less than smooth response. He gives Mono a half wave "it was nice meetin ya too"

"Same" Mono gave him a smile "See you soon?"

Horror nods blushing just a little bit more, "see ya" and with that he blips out.

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tully-blue · 4 years

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I was wondering if you had any fiveya headcanons or aus that you really like. Also luv ya

Thanks for the ask, Anon! I’m always happy to talk about my fave murder couple, so here we go:

Five, pre-apocalypse, has a sweet tooth (this has a bit of canon support, the Twinkie story, he accepts a candy even after the bad Twinkie, frequenting donut shops and bakeries); Vanya prefers sour candies and it’s only sort of because the faces she makes always have Klaus, Five and Ben giggling behind their hands like gossipy housewives.

To Five’s great displeasure, Vanya loves musicals. She, Mom, and Diego know every word to The Sound of Music. She and Allison bond briefly over Wicked. When they’re older, Five develops a taste for dark musicals (specifically, Phantom and Sweeney Todd).

Winter evenings are best spent in the manor’s expansive libraries, curled up before a fire. Vanya likes to read novels Ben mentioned, if only so she can talk about them with him; she prefers historical and fantasy fiction over Ben’s usual sci-fi novels and comic books, or sheet music when she needs to be practicing. Five reads textbooks and works on his algorithms. He feels better when he can throw a frustrating problem into the fire.

(there are already whole posts dedicated to this but idc) Five 1000% knew the meaning of the name Delores when he chose it, and he picked Delores because her hair was similar to Vanya’s. (changemymind.jpeg)

Five shows affection like a cat. He can spend two hours sitting a few inches from Vanya and it feels just as intimate as holding her hand and stroking her hair. Vanya prefers the actual affection to sharing space. She reassures herself through touch, a brush of her fingers along his sleeve or the soft press of his lips to her forehead when he knows she’s upset.

Post-apocalypse-prevention, the other Academy kids had a betting pool in place for literal years. Klaus was the first one to bring up the possibility of their relationship, when he and Luther talk about Five’s new “Grow up, I kill ppl to save ppl” attitude. Klaus says it would’ve been a lot easier to just kill Vanya, but he risked an unknown jump to save her. Allison spends the next month stalking them to the point that Five threatens to jump her to the Neolithic Age and leave her there. It’s Luther that wins the betting pool, with his guess being that they got together roughly nine months after the averted world-ending. (It was seven months, two weeks, and three days.) However, the other Academy members don’t find out about their relationship for nearly three years. (Five didn’t want Luther to win, but Vanya’s a poor liar.)

Vanya is the one who proposes to Five, long after they’ve affirmed their feelings and merged their lives. They have a spacious apartment together, an extra room for Five’s office as well as a guest bedroom for the revolving-door they called Klaus. She planned out a lovely dinner for the weekend on the roof of their building, near the garden, but he wakes up later than her one morning, padding out onto the terrace and leaning against the rail with his morning coffee while she and her violin ran through their morning warm up. He watches her, expression so soft no one but Vanya would believe it, as she puts everything back in the case covering the entirety of their little patio table, and her hands are shaking from the affection in his eyes, so she shoves them in the pockets of her robe and there’s the ring box, a tiny red velvet box with a simple silver band, and when she drops to one knee his elbow knocks his coffee mug right off the rail and they don’t even see if it smashed against something or someone, because she can’t even ask before he is saying yes, yes, Vanya, i will always say yes - an infinite string of acceptance pouring from his lips before they’re crashed against hers.

They get a house and a yard and a dog; Five tries to grow things in the little garden patch by the shed. Nothing but the white-blooming spirea bushes nestled against the front of the house survive his attempts. Klaus stays with them for a summer and grows tomatoes bigger than the dog’s head.

As for AU’s, I’ve got an extensive list of stories I’m interested in reading or writing (...one day....), but here’s some highlights:

Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist AU: This is my favorite romcom and I will write it. Already in the works, even if I changed some things up. Five is the heir to a famous recording studio, poised to take over if only he can resist murdering his father before he retires. Classic workaholic, would have gone full hikikomori at the age of 22 if it weren’t for work, only friends include his twin brother, sister-in-law, and the best PA in the world, Delores. Coincidentally, all Three™️ of his friends think he needs to get out more. Vanya’s just broken off a two-year engagement and lost her best friend in the same day, due to the same incident of infidelity she stumbled upon, and her brother Klaus needs her to quit moping and cover his drummer’s spot for this hella important show tonight. They end up at the same club. Where Vanya’s ex happens to be. And someone gave Luther some pills that make him feel awesome. Chaos ensues.

I really want a Hogwarts AU. I’m HP trash. Absolutely LOVE the art I’ve seen for the kids in their houses (everyone’s seen @just-themys-fanarts‘s take right? I’ll reblog it again after this in case y’all live under a rock)

On the subject of crossover AU’s, I can think of so many wild AUs I wanna see these kids in (as competing Kingsman recruits, talking about living together in hellishly mundane eternity a la Nadja and Lazlo in What We Do in the Shadows, meeting at Camp Halfblood (though I’d have to brush up on my PJO to write or read this one, it would be a lot of fun);

Look call me basic but Five’s love of coffee is begging for a coffee shop AU. Vanya and Klaus open up a coffee shop with an expansive bakery and Five falls in love with the espresso, the apple cinnamon danishes, and the beautiful, constantly-stressed-and-on-the-verge-of-murdering-her-entire-mess-of-a-staff owner.

Assassin AU. Five’s already there, canonically, and I think I’ve seen some of these on AO3. Look forward to reading them one day.

I’m trash for soulmate AUs, if you didn’t notice, all varieties, not just the soulmark AU I’m writing. First words, can’t see color until you meet your soulmate, dream sharing, the marks on your skin appears on theirs, etc.

I also love a good canon-divergence; Five doesn’t time travel, he takes Vanya with him, he comes back after a couple of days, the possibilities are endless.

wow I am so sorry this is so long. I appear to be long-winded no matter what I’m doing. Thanks so much for the ask! It was fun to share some hcs.

#fiveya #five hargeeves #vanya hargreeves #headcanons #the umbrella academy #five x vanya #five/vanya #fiveya hc #tullyanswers

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dwellordream · 4 years

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This is kind of two unrelated questions but: if you're still doing the director's cuts, could you do chapter 3 of grass crown? (Or whichever chapter of whichever fic you want) and what your favorite fanfics are (regardless of fandom)?

I’ll rec some fics first because that’s going to be shorter than a director cut haha: in terms of what is currently updating that I’m following: An Unexpected Journey is a great The Mandalorian fic involving one of the most well-written and well-rounded, human OCs I have ever read in any fic, ever. His Highness Steven Universe is a very funny Steven Universe AU which does a great job of portraying fledgling teen romance as being so excruciating and mortifying yet giddily fun. Little Swan Lost is a very interesting modern Hobbit AU involving female Bilbo and an arranged marriage? sounds a little far-fetched but it’s both quite angsty and quite sweet. Our Blades Are Sharp is a great ASOIAF AU series revolving around a still-kicking Domeric Bolton and Sansa Stark; it offers a really interesting take on House Bolton. War in a time of “peace” is an awesome HP AU about a daughter of Sirius Black and a French Veela and her struggles through Hogwarts in Slytherin. Chapter 3 aka Lydia’s Dramatic Entrance aka “In the garden of Eden”: I actually had a great time writing this chapter and considered it a nice breath of fresh air into the fic in general (despite it literally being Chapter 3). Lydia was one of the first ‘wholly original characters’ I thought of when developing Grass Crown, and she sort of just sashayed onto the page with a martini in hand, dressed to the nines. We literally open with Lydia staring at her reflection- or trying to- much like the fish in the Rosiers’ gaudy ornamental tank, Lydia lives in a glass house and is always under inspection and observation. Then we pretty quickly break down the Rosier family tree- mother Cordelia, father Gilbert, big brother Lyle, and pregnant sister-in-law Cecily. Cecily’s pregnancy is a big deal for the Rosiers, and a point of pride- with pureblood birth rates dwindling, a viable pregnancy is truly seen as something to celebrate and brag about. This chapter goes into detail about Lydia’s observant nature right off the bat, as well as how perceptive she thinks she is, pretty much dissecting everyone with one look alone. Projection, much? The big ‘problem’ of the hour is, of course, the floral arrangements- this is the sort of stuff that makes up Lydia’s extremely constrained life. Floral arrangements and caterers and decorations- party planning and social hours and gossip and fashion is pretty much what she’s expected to limit herself to. While it’s not immediately clear if the Rosiers have actively dissuaded Lydia from having a career or not, it’s obvious that she’s not really encouraged to be interested in that sort of thing- she’s got a big future on the horizon, but that future is someone else’s, with her sort of tacked on as part of the decor. We also see that Lydia is far from hesitant or shy; she teases and jokes and rolls her eyes, but is careful to never actually show (or even feel) any real anger or upset at the world around her. basically it’s like she’s on thin ice all the time, as toothless as the Rosiers might seem at first glance, aside from just being snobs. The scene of her under the rose trellis and by the fountain talking to her brother was the first real image I ever had of Lydia and what she’d be like in this fic. The roses are beautiful- but also completely artificial- they aren’t natural growth, they were forcibly created to bloom so wonderfully with magic and potions. We also get the first hint of Lydia’s metamorphmagus abilities here.

Lyle stands in contrast- the prodigal son to Lydia’s seemingly perfect daughter. Whereas she is always gracious and polite, he’s sullen and rude, acting more like he’s still a teenager than a 30 year old man. Lydia says “They wouldn’t even know me” in reference to guests showing up early- suggesting that the face she was just speaking to Lyle with is not necessarily the same one she’s about to put on for the party. The one real concern Lyle seems to show is that Lydia might forget to wear her engagement ring- she doesn’t seem to go around wearing it at home, which already tells us a lot about her relationship with Tom, and it is odd that in this one regard Lyle seems actually concerned- does he worry about Lydia’s interactions with Tom for her sake or his own? The ring is very much a product of the time period- it’s not an antique or heirloom like many pureblooded engagement rings might be, it’s brand spanking new, something Lydia is not at all bothered by- she clearly doesn’t mind that Tom isn’t like the other supposedly pureblood men she knows, and she is spiteful about the fact that others are jealous of her luck in becoming engaged to someone slated to become the Minister for Magic. We then find out she is just 23- very young compared to many of the other adult characters. On the other hand, we also get the sense that Lydia is looking forward to this marriage to Tom- she may not have had a say in the matter, but she certainly doesn’t view it with much trepidation or disgust, whether she actually likes spending time with him or not. She is also very aware that their engagement is part of the political machine- it looks better for Tom to marry into one of the Sacred 28 families, so that’s exactly what he’s doing, and she happens to be the lucky young lady. She acknowledges that her parents have put their faith in him to help bring back an era of grandeur and power, but expresses little interest in that herself, having more focus on the future and what it holds for her personally. Lydia then literally does up her face, which is pretty much suited to the ideal beauty standards for the time period- peaches and cream complexion, thick, light hair, small nose, thin eyebrows, dark lashes and pink lips. It’s not about what she likes, it’s about what other people expect and want to see, and, as she notes, what Tom in particular seems to like- she’s already picked up on some of that. We then get a brief flashback to their first meeting when Lydia was just nineteen and Tom twenty-six; how easily he charmed her parents and how interesting she found him, mostly because he wasn’t all over her or condescending to her. Tom is very particular about who he accepts drinks from, we see. And barely a few hours after being introduced to this man, Lydia is pretty certain she’s going to end up married to him- not because she’s falling in love, but because she knows her parents will be in favor of the match due to Tom’s political connections and rising star in the Ministry- plus the wealth it promises to bring to the family. Lydia’s reaction to this, we see, wasn’t anger or fear but general apathy. ‘Oh well,’ she seems to think. ‘Better him than someone worse.’ This doesn’t seem to be a very normal reaction for a young woman, even from a pureblood family- Lydia comes across as deeply pragmatic to her very core right from the start. We then see that Lydia has, in fact, heard of Amy, surprise surprise, but any mention of Tom and Amy’s very peculiar relationship in school has been reduced to the assumption that it was a hormonal fling. Then we finally get the party started; “No one picks a wallflower” Lydia’s mother warns her, but Cordelia has nothing to worry about- Lydia knows how to command a room and has zero issues flattering and chatting with whoever comes her way. We see more of what she finds appealing about Tom- he’s not lusting after her or forcing awkward conversations about their future, he mostly leaves her alone unless he needs her for something, which Lydia seems to prefer. For all her social graces, she seems to be a deeply solitary person who’s used to confiding in no one but herself. Tom shows up with the Princes here, and Lydia greets him like the perfect 50s housewife with a drink in hand and a kiss on the cheek. Together they put on a very cute show of young love for the Princes, and then later reunite to talk business. They discuss how things are looking good for Tom in the polls, and then Lydia does seem to express a genuine interest in something for the first time all night, and asks if they can dance. As it turns out, she really does like to dance. She also likes to needle Tom a little- she takes a risk in bringing up Amy at all, mostly so she can judge his reaction. Tom could have headed the whole thing off had he been able to shrug and go ‘who?’. Instead he reacts as if electrocuted, which really tells Lydia all she needs to know. Whoever this Amy Benson is, she and Tom have some unfinished business. Lydia quickly changes the topic, sensing Tom’s not happy to have been asked about Amy, and tells him she’s missed him. Is this true? Tom seems doubtful, but they agree that love often revolves around people entering and leaving each other’s lives, only to pop back up again. Wow, what could that be foreshadowing?

#ask #anon #ask game #grass crown #recommendations

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aviss · 4 years

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fic writer meme

Tagged by: @dame-lazarus

AO3 name: Aviss

Fandoms: Current GoT (JaimexBrienne), Naruto (Kakairu) and One Piece (yes, I fell again. I am going to write that damned Sabo saves Ace fic). Previous quite a few, of note Bleach, Inception, Good Omens and Avengers. And HP in my native Spanish.

Tropes: Domesticity, banter, enemies to friends to lovers, canon divergences and fix-its

Number of fics: 250 in English and 43 in Spanish. Though there are a few which I translated so they're the same in both languages.

Fic I spent the most time on: I think Butterfly Effect, since it was almost an entire month of writing daily for Nano. Even when I have taken longer to write other fics I had not been working on than daily.

Fic I spent the least time on: Tickle me pink was literally written in 60 minutes. I used to do that a lot, though nowadays it takes me a bit longer than that

Longest Fic: The Right Question (56254 words)

Shortest Fic: I used to do a lot of 100 words drabbles I never moved to ao3 from my LJ, according to ao3 the shortest is Last Sane Thought (211 words)

Most kudos: Shortsighted

Most comment threads: Butterfly Effect

Most bookmarks: Shortsighted

Total word count: 1.166.823 (wow, just wow. I had a very productive last year, which accounts for about 40% of that!)

Favorite fic I wrote: Once More With Feeling, I think over the years and the fandoms nothing has got as close to perfect for me as that one. It just flowed and I still find it scary, I think there is nothing I would change on it *(except typos and grammar issues, I wrote it a long time ago, my english has improved)

Fic you want to rewrite/expand on: No Harm Ever Came from Reading a Book (AKA, The Mummy AU) it needs rewriting because I don't like where it's going and if I don't like it I can't expect people to read it, so I have it marked for re-writing I just need to identify where I went wrong so I don’t get stuck again while I try to fix it.

Share a bit of a WIP or a story idea you’re planning on: From the prompt I am working on right now:

Being a cop in King's Landing was nothing like Brienne had envisioned while growing up in Tarth.

King's Landing was supposed to be a metropolis, multicultural and exciting and a lot more progressive than a little backwater island where everyone knew everyone else and Brienne couldn't take two steps without it being reported to her father, Tarth's Chief of Police. She had imagined that once she was away from his sphere of influence and the island's people's preconceptions of what a woman should and shouldn't be, she would be able to rise through the ranks with her abilities and hard work. And yes, King's Landing was a metropolis; women wore shorter skirts and less cloth on their bodies, or lots and lots more of cloth and only black. They had colourful hair or shaved heads, and tattoos and piercings, and they dated when they wanted and who they wanted, or not dated anyone. They could wear no make-up or tons of it, they could wear heels or flats or walk barefoot for all people cared.

There were just two things women were not allowed to comfortably be, ugly and a cop in KLPD. At least not under Captain Tarly, who made the people of Tarth feel modern and seemed to have a special hatred for Brienne for daring to be good at her job but not pleasant to look at.

Tagging: @scoundrels-in-love @firesign23 @hexadecimal00 @ladyxxdaydream @it-may-be-dull-but-im-determined @ajoblotofjunk and whoever else wants to do it

#fic writer meme #about me #my writing

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lululawrence’s April 2019 Fic List

Click here for previous months’ fic lists

Guess who’s back, back again... I actually wrote that when I drafted this post a month ago and I’m keeping it cause it’s funny ahhaha So this month has been a ride, hasn’t it? I’ve read some amazing fic though, so I’m super excited to talk about it with you! I read quite a few from the Shake Off the Dust collection as well as fics from the beginning of round 2 of @onedirectionbigbang and other various things as I tried and failed to keep up with all the new fic coming out haha We are so blessed to have so much amazing fic. So, without further ado, here are the fics I read and loved this month!

Hazy by @nikogda / nikogda This fic was written for me because I was anxious one day and they saw a post referring to it and they wrote this as a soothing fic for me and lemme tell ya, IT WORKED. It was so soft and... well... hazy. haha I loved it. A great fic to come back to on a rough day, for sure!

Keep Your Hands Up, So I Can See by @goodmorningtoyouuniverse / GMTYUniverse This fic was such a great HP AU! It was enemies to lovers with a touch of misunderstanding and frustrations and just all the good things with cameos by some of our favorite characters from the original series! I loved it very much a lot. It threw me into the world and made me smile quite a bit.

it's in his kiss by @disgruntledkittenface / disgruntledkittenface This is where Maggie took what she wrote through requests on ask and posted them to ao3 for the kiss meme and lemme tell ya! There’s some ships she wrote that I never felt a desire for, and she wrote them so perfectly that I almost started shipping them hahahaa Each chapter is it’s own little world and it pulled me in so entirely that they felt like full fics! How does she do that in such few words? I dunno. But they’re all glorious. Every last one. Defo a great read when things are hard too, i’d read a chapter when I had a moment and it made my busy, stressful days so much better.

Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now by @allwaswell16 / allwaswell16 I think this one was written for the short fic fest, and I loved it so so much! She describes Harry’s movements as “giraffing about” or something like that and I will never stop laughing about that. Add to it that Harry in the fic legit thought Louis was a mannequin and I just DIE. It’s amazing. Such a silly, fun fic!

Soju (소주) by @gettingaphdinmomo / gettingaphdinlarry This is a Shiall fic that just drew me in. It has such a visual and atmospheric pull to it, like all of her fics do, and it makes you almost feel as if you’re somehow there. I dunno how she does it, but her magic is worked for sure with this fic and I had to just sit there, and process when it ended. A fun, short fic to easily get lost in.

Just Go With It by @rainbowsandlovehl / rainbowslovehl (Larrymateforlife) This fic!!!! Meet Cute heaven! It was light and fluffy and awkward and silly and I loved it so much and for real this Brett character was TOO MUCH. hahahahaha With the added fun of the little jokes like talk of organic guacamole etc and I loved it so much. It was the smile I needed.

All I Want Is To Fall With You by @2tiedships2 / 2tiedships2 Mel keeps posting fics that are so fun! How does she do it? This time the crew takes on a ski trip and Louis has to deal with stupid alphas staying in the same cabin without knowing about it beforehand and of course nothing goes to plan! That’s half the fun, though, right? Besides. The alphas aren’t that bad. haha

Do You Wanna Ride by @phd-mama / phdmama She wrote this fic for @justalittlelouislove and I screamed reading it the whole time. I took so long reading it because I kept stopping to scream and share how uncomfortable I was over the obvious awkwardness and sexual tension and it was just SO SO SO GOOD. The embarrassment just gahhhhhhh I loved it.

Strawberries & Cigarettes by @dimpled-halo / dimpled_halo A year later I FINALLY read this and I loved it as much as I knew I would. I wanted pain, and it gave it to me! It gave me pain and healing and a gorgeous story. It was such a great read, I’m so so happy I finally had the time to dedicate to it because it was just. So much of everything I love.

Let It Down by @red--special / red_special This fic has also been on my to read list for ages and I am also so so happy I got to read it finally! It was such a great fic and so much fun and so sexy and funny and awkward and I wanted to bask in it a little longer. It was so so good. hahahaha I keep thinking about the tattoo and I can’t stop giggling. Just do yourself a favor and read this fic. haha

Like A Siren In The Night by @crazyupsetter / whoknows This is an a/b/o fic that I could not get enough of or read fast enough. It’s historical, though that doesn’t play a major role, and the playing with the world building was SO MUCH FUN to read. The way their relationship developed as well was just DELICIOUS. I loved every second of it.

please forgive me if my lips quake by @disgruntledkittenface / disgruntledkittenface Girl direction! With a cat! I was heart eyes the entire fic and once again, such feeling was evoked in it that I wanted to just sit and enjoy it for awhile longer. Sigh. What pure enjoyment! I loved it.

I was the King (tonight let it go) by @sadaveniren / SadaVeniren I... Okay listen. lollll I didn’t write this obviously, but it felt like such a self indulgent read I almost wished I had? If that makes sense? It was everything I love. I LOVE the emotional side and thought behind BDSM. Like, that’s most of what makes it so so so interesting and fascinating for me to read, and Sada gave that to us with this fic in DROVES as well as the fighting against natural inclinations etc etc etc. It was just a fab fic and I loved so so so much of it.

Failure to Launch by @all-these-larrythings / Rearviewdreamer Michelle has a way of taking things I don’t know about and making me love them so so so much. This film was one that many I knew loved and I felt mainly meh about it, but I knew if Michelle wrote it I would love it, and I WAS RIGHT. She took all the things I was not fond of in the original and twisted them so it still referenced the original source, but made it so much better. I loved it so so so much because it was so very much like the original film, but also very much her own.

Come Home to Me by @pocketsunshineharry / ishiplouis I wanted pain, and pain was what I got. I cried and I kept waiting and waiting for things to come together again and they finally did! But WOW the pain leading up to that! It was amazing how much was harnessed in it. I will say, please beware the tags. Some heavy topics are handled in the fic - including some depression/anxiety etc - so please be safe with that. A great read, though!

fondre ton absence by @scrunchyharry / scrunchyharry OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG I just. I’m a sucker for WWI and WWII period anything. It’s one of my favorite periods in history for the social, political, militaristic, just EVERYTHING historically. I find it fascinating and I adore it. I was both excited and wary how this would go then, knowing how much I love it. Well. I cried the entire way through and was in awe of how the time period and everything was handled. It’s an amnesia friends to lovers wartime period-typical homophobia acknowledging fic which basically means it is my dream fic. I cannot rave about it enough, much less the incredible art that was done by @whenthebodiesspeak!!! It was STUNNING and yeah. Just. Amazing. A masterpiece.

An Unbalanced Force by @kingsofeverything / FullOnLarrie MAROLD HAROLD with art by @goodmorningtoyouuniverse! I cried a few times during this one and it was such a realistic and beautiful and comprehensive view of a relationship, of adulthood, of trying to find love again after, just... all of it. It is a study of flawed individuals trying to make do and learning where their lines are and it is gorgeous. I loved it so so so much and I keep randomly thinking about it. A great fic and worth the wait and teasing she gave us over the months! hahahaha

That's What I'm Here For by @taggiecb / taggiecb ANOTHER DREAM FIC, ANOTHER FIC THAT MADE ME CRY! I cannot rave enough about how this big bang has kicked off, like, I just truly cannot. @noellehenry did a gorgeous moodboard for it as well, and I just. Demisexual farmer Louis who has been on his own for so long he just. Hardly knows how to be social anymore and Harry has to come and teach him and I’m about to give away spoilers so I’ll stop but this fic is so close to my heart, okay? I love love love love love it.

To Carry Onward by @londonfoginacup / LadyLondonderry THIS LITTLE FIC!!! I keep yelling, I know. Sorry not sorry. But for real it’s 500 words and just...so full of love and longing and mystery and hope and I cannot. I love Emmu’s words and worlds and this is no exception.

A Spell and A Spark by @dinosaursmate / dinosaursmate It’s out in the world! This fic was everything I needed when I read it. I was having a really rough time, and I would get to the end of those days and get to read this fic and it soothed me, cheered me, and took me away to another world. It was so much fun and just pure joy to read. And then the art that @londonfoginacup made for it! It was such a great combo of writing and art. Another wonderful fic for big bang!

{insert acclaimed artist} was never even in love anyway by underthesunlight This is the first of several fics I read from the Shake Off the Dust collection and it was such a fun read. It was domestic and silly and soft and it made me smile.

Primtemps by @londonfoginacup / LadyLondonderry She’s just so good, isn’t she? I finished this fic and almost immediately went back to the beginning because I wanted to read it again. It’s so soft and you could almost SMELL what she was describing. It was a perfect read of a perfect day and it made me long for the days in the past that I’d had like it. Glorious.

Taking Care of You (Is My Favorite Thing) by @allthelarrylovex / cherrylarry Niam! Not usually my pairing of choice, but I loved it so much. I also very much identified with the shitty allergies aspect of it as I am dealing with that myself at the moment, so it just had me sitting there nodding like IT REALLY DOES SUCK BABES I GET IT hahaha

You Keep Me Warm by @crinkle-eyed-boo / crinkle-eyed-boo (KimmieRocks) I’ve not read Own the Scars yet, but I still read this despite it being a time stamp, and I’m so glad I did. I loved it and it made me smile. It also made me want to read the original, so I can’t wait until I have a chance to!

Love's Gentle Spring by @laynefaire / Layne Faire (HisDarlin) This is also a continuation! It’s a fun addition to her spring drabbles from last year, which are not necessary to read in order to enjoy this, though it does add to the fun hahaha I loved that little series so much and was very very glad she made this addition!

Housewives of Our Lives by @homosociallyyours / homosociallyyours I’ve never watched any of the housewives shows, but that didn’t matter. As usual Megan wrote a fic that had me wanting to be their friend and hang out with them as they did these ridiculous things because it sounded like such fun. I loved it as well.

A Larry Limerick by @kingsofeverything / FullOnLarrie I know this was mostly silly and to be funny, but I enjoyed it so I’m including it here hahaha

sun, here it comes by @louandhazaf / YesIsAWorld and It's been a long, cold, lonely winter by @kingsofeverything / FullOnLarrie I’m putting both of them here, because if you haven’t read them yet you should. They are two sides of the same story, and I fully recommend you read them in the order I listed them too haha I did and it was wonderful and delightful and basically all things good. SO much fun.

just me, him, and the moon by HazHas4Nips This was cuuuuuuute! I don’t even know what more to say, I just keep sitting here and smiling thinking about it. So I guess if you want a fic that makes you smile, this is a great little one.

Spring Break by @allwaswell16 / allwaswell16 This fic came out of a partially true story and it was so much fun to finally be able to read what Anitra did with it haha I was giggling and loving it so so much the entire way. As usual. Can’t go wrong.

What's Mine is Yours by @uhohmorshedios / yeah_alright This fic is listed as a Narry fic, and it is, but it’s Narry friendship which made me giggle so so so much! hahaha It was so funny and the way Harry was described and Niall’s just...almost annoyance? I can’t even explain. It’s so much fun.

Latching Onto You by @reminiscingintherain / reminiscingintherain This fic is pure fluff. Fluff and silliness and all things sweet and good. I was trying to find the best way to describe it and the first thing that came to mind was it was a bowl of sweet dessert and I finally realized it’s a parfait. It’s got layers, but all of it is sweet and soft and yummy. hahaha SO if that sounds like something amazing in a fic, then you defo wanna give this a read!

Face Your Fears by @sadaveniren / SadaVeniren I’ll be honest, I finished this one around 2 am after a very long day and had to wake up too early again this morning, so I still haven’t fully computed this fic lollll Just know the pain is real, it is glorious, the journey the characters all take and the way Harry and Louis’ relationship grows is so incredible, I just... this fic is everything I’ve wanted in an a/b/o since I started reading a/b/o almost five years ago haha

And that’s my very long fic list from this month! I hope you enjoy them as much as I did if you give them a try. And please remember to leave nice comments and kudos for the authors who work so hard to gift us with these stories! Happy reading :D

#mine #fic list #my fic rec #fic rec #april 2019 fic list #28th appreciation #fic writer appreciation

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fallen-imagine-angel · 6 years

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Sick Days (Peter Kavinsky x Reader)

Notes: Hey guys! Here’s a Peter K. fic that got requested a few days ago! I really hope that whoever requested this likes it! Also, chapter 16 of the HP AU should be up by tomorrow. And tag lists/requests are still open! Send some stuff in! Thanks so much for reading!

Summary: You’re sick and Peter thinks it’s his duty as your fake boyfriend to come and comfort you.

Sick Days

Peter Kavinsky x Reader

Requested?: Yes, an Anon requested “Could you do a Peter kavinsky x reader where the reader is sick and he has to take care of her and in a sleepy sick state she says I love you (they fake dating atm) and he's taken aback and says i love you too”

Word Count: 853

Warnings: None? Just pure fluff. wow.

A ringing next to your bed wakes you from your deep sleep. You groan and grab your phone, stopping the alarm.

“Honey, get up! It’s time to- are you okay?” Your mom busts into your room, sitting down on your bed next to you.

“Oh, no, I’m fine besides feeling like absolute crap.” You shrug, sitting up in your bed and yawning. Your mom presses her hand to your forehead.

“You’re hot.” She stands up and frowns slightly.

“I’m flattered.” You joke. Your mom rolls her eyes, smiles, and walks to get the thermometer. She returns momentarily and hands it to you. You take your temperature.

102.4

“Great. Well, you’re obviously not going to school today. Try to get some rest, okay, sweetie? I’ll be back after work.” Your mom kisses your forehead and walks out of your room, shutting the door on her way out. You get comfortable in bed and fall back asleep.

~+~

Another ringing noise wakes you up for the second time, this time it’s not your alarm.

“Hello?” You groggily answer the phone.

“(Y/n)? Are you okay?” Peter’s worried voice emits from the other side of the phone.

“Yeah, Pete, I’m fine. I’m just sick.” You involuntarily have a coughing fit, to which Peter groans in annoyance at.

“You had to be sick? Gen has been annoying the crap outta me, and it’s only been an hour since school started! And she and I don’t even have first hour together! It’s better with you here because you’re my girlfriend and you can get her to back off. Please, please, please get better soon.” He rants, and you know he’s beyond frustrated. Usually, you scare her away since you’re Peter’s ‘girlfriend’, but now you’re not there to do that.

“I’m sorry, Peter, but there’s nothing I can do. Unless you want to come over, which you cannot do. Besides, I’m only your fake girlfriend, so there shouldn’t be much problem without me there today.” You mumble. Oh, how you wish you were so much more than just his fake girlfriend.

“Whatever, you’re wrong. I’ll see you later though.” Peter hangs up quickly, and you confusedly set your phone down on your bedside table again.

“Weirdo.” You mutter before sleep overtakes you once again.

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The third time you wake up, it’s from a tap on your window. You groan loudly before sitting up and looking at your window to see Peter there, smiling and waving at you. Your jaw drops.

“Peter!” You hiss, stumbling out of bed and to your window. You lift it up and Peter tumbles inside. When he finally stands up again, he just tackles you into your bed.

“I missed you, babe.” He grins at you.

“We’re not in public, you don’t have to use the nicknames. Plus, get off of me! I’m sick!” You try to shove him away, but he’s much stronger than you in your sickly state.

“I love using nicknames on you! And I don’t care that you’re sick, because I’m the best boyfriend in the world and I’ll take care of you!” He laughs, and you chuckle a little bit before erupting into another coughing fit. He frowns and gets off of you, letting you lay back down in bed.

“Thanks, Pete. You’re the best fake boyfriend ever.” You smile gently at him. He gives you one of his signature soft smiles that only you get to see.

“I’m going to go get you some Sprite and crackers, as well as some medicine.” Peter rubs your knee gently before walking out.

He walks back in a few minutes later and sets a Sprite down on your bedside table. He sits down next to you and you cuddle into his side. He gives you your medicine and you quickly swallow the pill before cuddling into him again.

“Crackers?” You murmur.

“I’ll feed them to you.” He gives you a boyish grin before breaking part of a cracker off and setting it in your mouth. You eat it and smile warmly up at him. He really would be the best boyfriend ever, but unfortunately, he’s only your fake boyfriend. That doesn’t stop you from falling in love with him, though.

“Does this pill make you drowsy?” You yawn, your eyes starting to droop slightly.

“Yes it does, princess.” He nods, setting down the crackers to instead gently massage your scalp. You sigh dreamily as he does so. You’re about to fall asleep, everything around you a complete blur except for Peter.

“Goodnight, Peter. I love you.” You smile groggily as your eyes shut. You feel Peter’s fingers stop massaging for a second. You open your eyes as much as you can to look up at him, still not quite sure what’s going on. Why did he stop? It felt so good.

“I...I love you too, (Y/n)...” Peter smiles softly at you and you nod in return.

“Good boy.” You sleepily pat his hand that was massaging your scalp and he chuckles before continuing to massage. You fall asleep quickly after that.

Maybe being sick today wasn’t so bad for Peter after all.

#peter kavinsky x reader #peter kavinsky #to all the boys ive loved before movie #to all the boys ive loved before #to all the boys i've loved before #tatbilb #fluff #x reader #x you #x y/n #x (y/n)#reader insert #peter kavinsky reader insert

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menzosarres · 5 years

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FIRST LINE MEME!

A Months!! Late!! Meme!! But a good one thanks @ashetrashe

Rules: List the first lines of your last 10 published stories. Look to see if there are any patterns that you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices any! Tag up to 10 friends!

PATTERNS CONCERN AND ME AND YALL DONT KNOW WHAT WEIRD THINGS IVE BEEN WRITING LATELY BUT LETS GO.

1. "Well, Sugar.” —Sugar and Spite and Setting Things Right (The Nutcracker and the Four Realms [don’t ask, really don’t], Gingerplum, 2.5k one-shot)

2. “Well, well.” —Jinx and Counter (HP, Bellamione, 4.5k one-shot)

3. “You’re Here.” —Something/Anything (UnREAL, Kingsgold, 3k one-shot)

4. Francis calls every day that week. —Changing of the Guard (House of Cards, Underdavis, 19k multi-chap)

5. "I took the test drive without you." —Left Mine Out There on the Road Somewhere (Ocean’s Eight, multiple, 2k WIP)

6. Not everything went up in flames. —I Waited in the Dark for Something Not Quite Human—and All Too Human—to Begin (Annihilation, Anya x Josie, 3k one-shot)

7. She didn’t know how long he'd been gone, and it would have been easier to leave her there, dark and beautiful and otherworldly—in the dead sort of way. —Wash It Clean With Blood (Atomic Blonde, LorrainexDelphine, 4k one-shot)

8. “Destroy her, Diana.” —Something More Than Death (Wonder Woman, WonderPoison, 1.5k makeshift one-shot)

9. “This is the wrong day for you to turn up here, Kat.” —Sins of the Father (OUAT AU, Swan Queen, 27k multi-chap)

10. “You’re not supposed to be here.” —Waging Wars. (A:LOK, Korvira, 24k WIP)

The main thing this made me realize? Is how much more I write than post? I had to go back like three years for this damn.

Patterns though. Wow. Well, almost all my first lines are shorter than the titles of the things. Short’s def the main name of the game. Fondness for starting w a handful of words of dialogue. I’m clearly not allowed to use the word “well” for the next half of the century. Best guess is that somewhere along the line I took criticism about long, unwieldy sentences to heart and at lEaSt tried to keep the openers snappy, with a few rulebreakers.

AnywAYS Thanks! This was fun! I shamelessly stole your list formatting!

WRITERS LETS GO discord squad i apologize in advance but i love tag games and i will throw them at you shamelessly. so i mean. no pressure but also I Want To See Your Patterns 👀

#also tho if these things Distress u in any way lmk and u will never be tagged again otherwise just feel free to ignore #OR DO IT SO I CAN SEE #always feel like i gotta re introduce the level of tumblr basic i am I LIKE. GAMES.#menz does tag memes #fanfic #didn't put the alt ending on here bc its technically still part of the older thing n didnt county tinytocs as published #or we'd be in a Whole Nother Situation #queue

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mintchocolateleaves · 6 years

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Black Feather (2/?)

Summary: Kuroba Kaito has a plan. Find the people responsible for his father’s death, branded within the magic community as a traitor, and make them pay. There’s just some things he needs to do first. (Set in the HP-verse.) Slowburn KaiShin.

Notes: Yes, it seems I’m uploading fics that seemed like they were being forgotten. First delinquent au, now HP au? Oh wow. Many thanks to @bakathief for creating this wonderful au with me!

[Part One]

Dragons.

When he’d been a child, Kaito had been obsessed with them. His father had taken him to see them at mount Fuji once, the only dragon reserve in Japan, back before Kaito had attended wizarding school. There, Kaito had seen the Ukrainian Ironbellies, with their metallic scales reflecting the sun’s light, red eyes staring down at him.

He’d seen a few Antipodean Opaleye’s as well, from where they’d migrated from New Zealand, never really flying back overseas after the winter had ended. Their multicoloured eyes had been beautiful, had stolen his breath, but they’d never been his favourite.

No – Kaito had always loved the Ukrainian Ironbellies the most. Had wanted to breed them, wanted to tame them and spend every passing moment with them as loving friends.

Then his father had been killed, burnt alive by the Japanese ministry in response to his ‘treason’, and Kaito hadn’t been able to bring himself to go near things that could create fire so easily.

“I’ve not been near dragon’s since back then,” Kaito says now, to himself, tapping against his trousers. His voice sounds almost wistful, as if he realises just how much of a shame it is. “I guess we’ll just have to change that then.”

He’ll have to apparate to Mt. Fuji. And make his way up to the reserve. From what quick research he’d managed to do before the Aurors had come to arrest him, the reserve is currently home to roughly forty dragons.

Over half are Ukrainian, the breed that he’s searching for.

Now, he just needs to apparate there, grab a sample of blood without injuring the beasts. Or getting killed in the process. God, Kaito’s already excited at the concept of this. Dragons bring a spark of life to him that leave him feeling giddy.

He just wishes he could find some unknown properties to them that could help him during his heists. Dragon blood, for one, is highly volatile, and he could use it for offensive potions. It’s also got medicinal properties, except no one’s found a way yet to harness it for human biology without it burning people alive.

Well, that’s what experimentation is for, Kaito supposes.

“Okay,” Kaito says, nodding his head. “To Mt. Fuji.”

Apparating isn’t necessarily difficult. Kaito had gotten his license shortly after finishing school, just before he’d gone travelling. The spell isn’t difficult, nor is the wand incantation.

It’s just getting to the right place that’s the issue.

There’s only so far the spell will work, for one. Most transport spells only work within the confines of a single country. Portkeys are necessary for travelling abroad, things that Kaito’s had to pay out a lot of money for during his travels.

Maybe he should invest in a few self-taught lessons on how to make them? It might help him with KID related jobs.

“Stop,” Kaito says to himself. “Dragons first.”

Apparating takes effort to get where one wants to go, mainly because it requires visualising the area that’s required to travel to. Kaito would be able to travel to his family home without an issue, because he can remember the room’s layout, the dimensions of where he wants to go.

But going somewhere he’s never been before? Or worse, somewhere he can hardly remember – a layout that has probably changed since then?

That’s how patients wind up in hospital with splinching injuries from the spell. There’s an element of danger that not everyone is willing to risk. Kaito knows he could just as easily travel through fireplaces, with floo-powder, but that method of transport is a lot more traceable.

Even though his wand will register the fact that he’s travelled somewhere, it won’t be able to direct to anyone who investigates him, where exactly he’s gone.

Which is probably for the best, because people asking him questions about dragons is not something he typically enjoys.

He really needs to hurry up and find some dragons though, because just standing outside of the Japanese ministry of magic is gaining him quite a few looks.

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Mt. Fuji: Realm of dragons.

Kaito is practically breathless as he glances around. Most of the Ironbellies will be inside of the mountain, living in caves that are charmed to go overlooked by those who aren’t looking closely enough.

The Opaleye’s are probably down by the lake nearby the mountain, lapping up water. The dragon tamers that preserve the safety of the sanctuary, use cloaking magic to keep the dragons out of view of those who aren’t wizards. Keeping the dragons safe from those who’re likely to attack that of which they don’t understand.

There are probably alarms fitted around the caves for the Ironbellies, to keep those with harmful intent away from the dragons, but Kaito’s pretty sure he can get through.

His hand reaches in to his pocket, a hidden sleeve obscured by the heaviest illusion spell he’s ever had the pleasure to create, pulling out his second wand.

It’s a taboo, Kaito knows, owning multiple wands. But it’s easier in the long run, with his extracurricular activities, so he doesn’t really fret too much about it.

“Okay,” Kaito says, “let’s send out a quick tracking spell. Revelare.”

He flicks his wrist upwards twice, and then downwards. It sends a small pulse through his wand, and down into the ground, creating small spider’s veins in the earth, blooming outwards in search for any hidden spells.

It reveals two. Both are entries to caves, except at first glance, the one nearest to him is too thin to be the nest of an Ironbelly. No, Kaito’s going to have to go to the next one then, if he wants to produce good results, then he’s just going to have to put in the work.

“Okay,” Kaito says to himself as he looks at the second cave. It’s bigger. The entrance is probably the width of two fully grown dragons. It should make for the perfect nest.

Now, he just needs to search for any alarms.

There are two. The first is easy, just a simple spell measuring the heat that passes across it. Dragons are cold blooded after all, so only mammals – like wizards – will set it off. Kaito applies a small cloaking spell to himself, something that lowers his external temperature enough to go untraced and heads inside.

The moment he is past, Kaito casts a dull Lumos with his Kaito-wand, keeping his KID wand out for use against the second alarm. It’s not something that’s easily seen, and Kaito strains himself to find it, but he does.

It measures the magic of a person – of course it does. Wizards can get past the cloaking spell into the caves if they want, and anyone competent at magic can also use a cloaking spell of their own to get past the heat measures.

But this. A spell recording just how much magic is filled in a person’s blood. It’s going to be high in comparison to a dragon’s, something that’s going to cause alarms to go off.

And trying to cloak the magic? Well, that only causes the introduction of more magic to a person’s surroundings, triggering the alarm even quicker.

Well, Kaito thinks. Maybe there isn’t exactly a way past this alarm. He’s probably just going to have to risk it, and make sure he apparates away before anyone comes looking for him.

That’s alright, he supposes. He just needs to force himself to work quickly. And Kaito’s always been efficient, so he knows he can work that angle. Probably.

Well there’s no problem in trying, right?

Kaito steps past the alarm, wonders how long he’s got to figure things out, and makes his way further into the cave. There are two dragons inside. One older dragon, and one hatchling.

The hatchling is the one which Kaito immediately decides he can go nowhere near. Dragons might not be highly territorial in the same way as Centaurs are, but they are highly protective of their young.

Trying to draw blood from one of their young – even if he’s not harming them – would be like stepping on a live wire, waiting to be ripped apart by a stray reicio spell. No, he’ll have to go to the mother, which, is definitely also risky but not nearly as immediate in its danger.

He heads forward. The older Ironbelly is curled in on itself, a watchful eye glancing between it’s child and towards the end of its tail where there’s-

Fuck. How are people here already? Surely the alarm hadn’t sounded so quickly. Kaito quickly pockets his wands, tries to seem as unassuming as possible.

She looks up at the sound of his footsteps scuffing out.

“What’re you doin’ here?”

The woman pales almost, to see him stood in the middle of a dragon’s nest. Understandable really, most people don’t show up alone to see dragons without the degree of safety the dragon tamers in the reserve can offer.

“Oh,” Kaito says, by way of introduction. “I… seem to have gotten a little lost?”

He receives a look that could not be any more displeased. The woman’s pretty – with bright eyes and an ivory complexion. Her hair is pulled back into ribbons, and she wears the bright, golden robes of a dragon tamer, with shimmering bangles down her wrist.

“I’m sorry,” she says, “but I don’t think I believe you. There are alarms to keep people from getting lost in areas like this.”

Kaito takes a few steps nearer, glancing between the woman and the dragon. He meets the Ironbelly’s gaze, watching and waiting for any signs of aggravation. They’re not the most volatile of dragons, but Kaito knows enough about living things to know that they can be cruel on their own volition.

“Right,” Kaito says, “isn’t that why you’re here? Because I set off the alarms?”

She shakes her head, stands from where she’d previously been sat down. “Of course not! I’m just here for th’ maintenance of th’ dragons that have recently had their eggs hatch!”

Dragon eggs? God, Kaito hadn’t thought of the properties of their eggs. If they’ve recently cracked open, then surely, he can grab the shells – Dragon eggs are practically impossible to crack open. The defensive elements that he could gain if he could experiment with the empty shells…

“I see,” Kaito says, and now, he makes his way towards her, offering what he hopes is his most charming smile. “How exactly does a person maintain a dragon?”

He comes to a stop beside her, glancing at the tail of the dragon. Now that he’s nearer, he can see the Ironbelly’s scales are jagged instead of the smooth they should be. It seems almost unnatural.

“When dragons are readyin’ to have their hatchlings,” the woman whispers, “they grow more scales, as a defence tha’ will keep their children safe if attacked by other dragons. But this dragon has laid a lot of eggs this year, an’ has grown too many new scales that it’s causing her pain.”

“So you’re removing the excess dragon scales.” Kaito says. He leans down, and sure enough – there in a small pile, are shimmering scales of metal, things that would cost him thousands to buy in the back alleys of Tokyo’s magic industry.

Here… well, Kaito could just take them, obliviate the woman and no one would ever know.

“Exactly,” she continues, and almost as if she’s not worried by his presence anymore, she lowers back down to the dragon’s tail, wand out, watching the slow flicks of the dragon’s scales with a careful precision that tells Kaito she is good at her job.

“I’m Kaito,” he says, as an introduction, “and I know I shouldn’t be here, but do you mind if I watch?”

Her eyes flick to him for the shortest time, weighing up his sincerity, before she nods. She says, “you can stay until th’ alarms bring someone to escort you out.”

Kaito raises an eyebrow.

“…And I’m Kazuha. Now lemme do my job, okay?”

He nods. And he watches. She brings her wand up, and with a flick, mutters incisura. Kazuha has to use the spell four times on the same scale, before the cuts leave it loose enough for her to pry it out from between the other ragged scales. The dragon lets out a growl.

“She’s just bein’ moody,” Kazuha says, as she places the scale amongst the bucket of others, “because she wants this to be quicker, ya know?”

Kaito nods, although he doesn’t really understand. He’s not spent enough time around them to understand the complexity of a dragon, and so – well, it’s probably best to just take the professional at her word.

“The scales,” Kaito says, “what will you do with them?”

Perhaps it’s too much of a conversation changer, because Kazuha stiffens, caught off guard by his question.

“We dispose of them,” she says once she’s back on balance again. She continues pruning the unhealthy scales, placing them among the others. “Sometimes the apothecaries buy them, but they’ve stopped recently, because there’s not a high enough demand for scales.”

Well, Kaito thinks, now he knows where he could buy some scales.

“Everything has it’s uses,” Kaito says. And then, looking up at the dragon, he lets out a small sigh. “I’d be able to find a use for them at least.”

Kazuha stills. She says, “that’s why you’re here, isn’t it? To take advantage of my dragons? To steal from them.”

Oh dear. Kaito seems to have walked straight into that one. He just needs to rework it a little bit.

“You don’t steal from dragons,” he says, reaching forward to brush his fingers against the dragon’s scales. It’s rough enough that it cuts into his hand, leaving a small dribble of blood running down his wrist as he lifts it up. “They only let you take what they have no need for.”

He grabs his wand – his first wand – and mutters the healing spell episkey, to close the small cut. After, with a small wave of his wand, he siphons the blood away with a wordless spell.

“Right,” Kazuha says. “Well, if all you’re here for is dragon scales, then take them and get out.”

“Hey now,” Kaito says, lifting his hands up in surrender, “you said I could watch. I like dragons okay. And as much as I’d like having some scales to experiment with, I’d rather just observe the dragons.”

He does not mention that learning how to gather scales of his own will be much more useful in the long run, than simply taking the scales now and having no idea of how to prune them if he goes looking for wild dragons later.

“I guess I said ya could stay until security came…” Kazuha says, shrugging. “But you do know… it’s the Aurors that escort you out, right? Not our staff?”

Kaito offers a small smile. “Well. That’ll be interesting, I suppose?”

It will not. It most certainly will not be interesting at all. He’d only left the auror’s station behind no less than an hour ago and he’s already going to have them looking at him again.

Oh, the KID half of himself is raging already. Aurors and the ministry are on his ‘things to avoid’ list. Which, quite frankly, is quite short, consisting of only those two things, and merfolk.

“Startin’ to wish you’d taken the scales an’ just gone?” Kazuha asks.

“not yet,” Kaito says, “but I will be when they show up. Probably. Don’t worry about me though, keep going.”

Kazuha grumbles but continues anyway. She has a way with dragons that is almost mystic. Maybe this could have been him, in her place, helping dragons with maintenance and ensuring they remained healthy.

What a shame, that it isn’t.

“Why would you want dragon scales anyway,” Kazuha asks, as she continues removing them. Some of the scales are harder than the others, tougher, requiring five repeats to break away from the others. “There’s not really any use for them.”

Kaito glances at the scales and shrugs his shoulders. A little honesty couldn’t really hurt, could it?

“I’m an inventor,” Kaito says. “I like creating things from seemingly impossible equipment and ingredients.”

Kazuha looks at him. “Create anythin’ interestin’ recently?”

“A spray,” Kaito says, sitting back, “which makes people admit to the truth when asked questions. It was pretty interesting.”

“It was also illegal.”

Oh, Kaito thinks, that’s not Kazuha’s voice. He groans, turns to face the Auror who has made himself known.

Should have expected that Kudo would be the one sent out. The man he’d offered a small wave to before, the dark-skinned Auror stands beside him, glancing towards Kazuha.

“Just because something’s illegal, doesn’t mean it can’t be interesting.” Kaito chirps. “I wasn’t expecting to see you again so soon, Auror Kudo.”

The dark-skinned detective lets out a sigh. “Kuroba Kaito right? You’ve been caught trespassing in one of the restricted areas of the dragon sanctuary without any formal permissions. We’re going to have to take you back to the office for you to sign the relevant paperwork.”

“Oh,” Kaito says. “Can’t you just owl it to me, like you would anyone else?”

He supposes it’s his surname that causes such treatment. And his record of moving from country to country – they probably don’t trust him to stay in one place. Which… is fairly understandable.

“Kuroba,” Kudo says, shaking his head, “this is the second time you’ve been caught doing something illegal, so procedure says we’ve got to take you in for the paperwork.”

Procedure. What a horrid word when used in conjunction with the law.

“This seems horribly unfair,” Kaito says, glancing back at the dragon, “I just came to see some dragons. People usually just get warnings, Auror Kudo. I mean, this hardly seems fair.”

“You left our offices an hour ago!” Kudo sighs, “this is the second time today I’ve caught you doing something you shouldn’t be doing!”

Beside him, Kazuha lets out a small giggle. Kudo’s eyes cut to her, almost scalding, but she doesn’t react to his exasperation. She says, “jeez, you’re going to be trouble, aren’t you?”

Kaito offers her his brightest smile.

“Just go with ‘em,” Kazuha says, “you can have th’ scales if you do.”

He perks up, smile brightening even more so. It’s not quite the dragon blood he arrived looking for, but it’s a start. And then: “can I have the dragon egg shells as well?”

“Don’t push your luck.”

~~~

[Part Three]

#I got to create new spells for this chapter and that was really fun #also I made up a lot of random shit about dragons so that was cool #Kuroba Kaito #Kudo Shinichi #Toyama Kazuha #Hattori Heiji #DCMK #Detective Conan #Fic: Black Feather #AU: Fantastic Beasts #mywriting

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foiltale-au-blog · 6 years

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Story: Error Wasn’t Foiled

Writing Prompt: When visiting an AU, Error meets character A. What is it about character A that makes them see the AU or the multiverse differently? Is this change in perspective positive or negative?

Prompt by @undertaleink

Error created by @loverofpiggies

Foiltale created by me

He had found another one, another filthy "Alternate Universe" that had to be destroyed. The creator didn't even look like they put any effort into this one; it was just a more washed-out version of the Original! Underfell had more effort put into its aesthetic, whereas this one was just… foggy and dreary. Was this scenery the creator's lame attempt at angst?

What was this place called again? Foiltale? Whatever, the name didn't matter when it was going to be gone soon.

Error made his way through the dense mist of this AU's Snowdin Forest, his red eyes squinting as he tried to find his way to the cleared path leading into town. He grumbled a bit, pulling his cloak closer around him as the cold wind brushed against his cheekbones. A few beats passed and it wasn't long before he found the main trail, his feet instinctively marching him down the familiar road. A majority of AUs had the same layout, most of them mirroring the original Undertale's Underground, so he doubted he'd get lost. In fact, he would have given this place points for originality if he had been caught off-guard by some new event, but alas. There was that same-old barrier with the same-old bars wide enough to walk through.

But he paused mid-step as something occurred to him: if he had just come across the barrier over the bridge, then that meant—

"this timeline sure is full of interesting characters. first a floating ghost 'kid' passes through, and now this?"

Error sighed, annoyed. Of course this AU had a Sans, and of course he'd be the first person Error met. Oh well, if he took care of this nuisance now, then he wouldn't have to deal with it later. Time to start the clean up!

Error quickly turned and shot out blue strings to where the voice had came from, looking back just in time to see the other figure teleport away in a blur. Anticipating a reactionary attack, the out-code jumped and landed in the snow a ways away. His eyes glowered as he scanned the area around him, getting more and more irritated at the hazy surroundings. How was anyone supposed to see anything around here?

"whoa, bud. howsabout we talk this out at grillby's instead? cuz i really don't feel like getting tangled up in any trouble right now," the voice called out, disturbingly calm even after having an attack launched at him.

"Nah, I'm a busy guy. I've got places to be, things to see, glitches to erase." Error emphasized his point by blindly shooting into the fog where he guessed the other Sans was hiding, growling when all his strings latched onto was a tree branch.

"pity. grillby rolls a mean bloody mary."

No longer amused by their bantering, Error summoned a Gaster Blaster and shot it toward the voice. "Stay still so I can erase you!" he yelled, his body and his voice both glitching out more and more as his anger mounted. What transpired next was what could be boiled down to a dangerous game of cat-and-mouse, with trees and puzzles getting caught in the crossfire. Twenty straight minutes passed before Error paused to take a well-needed break. He panted, his gaze darting this way and that for any signed of his mark. Suddenly, he stiffened as he felt a presence teleport right behind him.

"wow. you sure did a number on this pla—"

Gotcha! Error's blaster fired point-blank at the other Sans, finishing him off for good. "Did he think I'd let my guard down?" The out-code laughed. "How stupid do you have to be to teleport right behind your enemy?"

"i'm guessing almost as stupid as someone who celebrates before confirming they won."

Alarmed, Error jumped a good foot in the air before scrambling to get away from the apparently not dead Sans. "How are you not dead!?" Error had fired point-blank for a good minute or so! Even if this Sans had more than 1HP, the continuous damage should have killed him regardless (and he was taking damage; Error saw the damage counters ticking off during the blast)! "Just how much HP do you have!" the out-code grunted as he readied a few more blasters, charging them all and taking aim at the all-too-calm AU resident.

"just one, lol."

“...” There was a lull in the battle as Error tried to make sense of this new information. This gray-boned Sans didn't seem like they were lying, but that means the blasters clearly wouldn’t work. Were the strings the way to go after all? There was only one way to find out.

In a flash, Foiltale's Sans was strung up in a web of blue strings, dangling from a high branch and unable to break free. His weighted iron ball and a few links from his chains connected with the ground in a heavy thud, crushing the snow beneath it. "really, bud?"

"Quiet! I can't find your soul to kill you if you keep distracting me!" Error tightened the blue strings, the force threatening to crush Sans' body. From experience, he knew Sanses usually housed in their soul in their ribcage, and even though this Sans had their orange hoodie unzipped with ribcage exposed, Error just could not find it.

"hey, weird me: try looking inside the weight."

"Oh, I see. Thank y—" Error caught himself and frowned. "What part of 'kill you' do you not seem to understand?" This Sans acted dismissive, like this had nothing to do with him, or like he was above death— no, that wasn't quite right. It was more like the Sans of Foiltale just didn't care whether or not he died, as if he had long given up hope and had simply accepted defeat. "Before I finish you off, I gotta ask: what's your deal? How are you still alive after being blasted?" Error peered up inquisitively at the Sans as he wrapped his blue strings around the large weight that was indeed housing the monster's soul.

Sans was just hanging around with nothing else better to do, so he figured why not answer the freaky newcomer? "i'm not really a monster in the normal sense. i'm more of a personification of hopelessne—"

"Nevermind, you took too long and I don't care anymore. Bye!" The strings around the solid metal ball tightened, easily crushing the soul's protective outer shell. Finally the threads wrapped around the white soul itself and…

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#Undertale AU #Foiltale #error!sans #sans #error sans #foil!sans #not canon #writing prompt #undertaleink #oneshot #writing #in which error is not impressed #bad end #rip foiltale #i'm not dead!#just very overworked

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pepper-mint · 7 years

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First words [One-shot]

THINGS YOU NEED TO KNOW BEFORE YOU READ!

First!

This little one-shot was inspired on two things:

-My relationship with my sister

-The manga “Shugo Chara”. For those who know the manga, it’s based from the chapter when the guardians go to Yaya’s house.

Second!

I tried to adjust Blueprint’s story to PaperJam’s story. So, since (according to his description) he lived with Ink until a certain age, he met Blueprint before the others. I also tried to make him the most canonically possible, but adjusting his personality to the story.

Third!

As you may know, English is not my first language. I deeply apologise if there are any Errors in the story. I checked it lots of times and hope there’s not a single Error ovo

DISCLAIMER:

*Ink!Sans belongs to @comyet

*PaperJam/PJ belongs to @7goodangel (I’m sorry if I didn’t make PJ’s personality too well. I tried to stick the “a jerk on the outside but a big child inside” part and this was what I got. Sorry ;u;)

Secondary characters

*Gradient belongs to @askcomboclub

*Moku belongs to @6agentgg9

*Palette belongs to @angexci

And last, but not least

*Blueprint belongs to, well, me!

Hope you guys like it!

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This will be narrated from PaperJam’s perspective.

I never was good with new people. And I wasn’t very happy when you came.

One day, Ink just came “home” with a baby, claiming that it was my “new brother”. I didn’t understand what was he saying with that, and then he showed you to me, my new little brother.

I wasn’t happy with this. I didn’t want a brother. I mean, Ink couldn’t even take care of me, why would he want to have another one? To let them here alone and forgotten with me? Wow, good plan, dad. However, he told me that you only would be staying with us for a day so I could get to know you, since bonding with brothers was very important and blah blah blah…

We spend a few hours talking about you and how you came to life. Apparently, you were just an accident, but not a bad one. And since he created you, you were my brother. Well, step-brother, because Blueberry was the other one that created you. I couldn’t help but feel a little bit jealous… you were going to have caring parents and a better life than mine. What if Ink actually forgot entirely about me?

Yeah, the idea of having a brother was becoming less and less “exciting” to me.

But then, just before I started to think more things like that (which I thought was very rare for me), Ink suddenly had to go (I wasn’t surprised, with his work of protecting AUs and all; he barely had time to be here), cutting our conversation just when I actually started to enjoy it. Ink stood from the sofa and was about to open a portal when he realised something important:

Who was going to take care of you?

He told me that Blueberry and… Honey… I think, were with the other versions of them and he couldn’t take you to wherever they were. So, he had only one option… that I didn’t like, at all.

Why I had to take care of you?! I didn’t ask him for a brother and I didn’t know how to take care of a baby. I was five years old! I was starting to learn how to write and read! I remember arguing with him for a while, until I had to accept.

But not without asking something in return, of course.

In the end, he went to do whatever he needed and I was left alone with you. An awkward atmosphere formed where we were, since you found my face very interesting and kept your eyes on me for a really long time. I tried my best to ignore you, but you were too much persisting and even threw me some mini bones at me to gain my attention.

What a smart baby, huh? Well, we were magic skeleton monsters after all. But it was becoming annoying.

“What do you want?” I asked you and you only looked at me and babbled something. I instantly felt stupid, remembering that Ink told me you haven’t said your first word yet. how would you even tell me what you needed? You kept looking at me and then, surprisingly, your stomach made a noise.

Right… now I had to feed you.

Making something for you was horrible. I mean, we were in the Anti-Void and only had some snacks since we didn’t really need to eat, but being you a recently made creation, obviously needed to consume something, even if you had your HP full. Eventually, I found some milk and gave it to you, ending getting milk on my face and shirt because you apparently didn’t know how to drink it.

That was enough for me.

Usually, I’m not a person that gets mad easily. However, I did get mad that time. I stood abruptly from my seat and went to clean my face, leaving you alone on the sofa. Ink told me to not leave you, but I didn’t care. I wanted to be alone and so I did. I went to my bedroom (well, it’s not a real bedroom… just a bed that Ink made for me) and stayed here for a few hours. Maybe three or four…

It wasn’t until I heard a soft sound that I didn’t get up from my bed. And when I did, I instantly paled: You were lying on the floor crying softly. Your soft cries barely reaching my non-existent ears. And it wasn’t the worst. No, no.

You were blushing and sweating a lot. Were you sick? In that moment I didn’t know.

Quickly, I went to your side and picked you up, checking if you had hurt yourself from the fall. Luckily you didn’t have any bruises, but your skull was very hot. Now you were sick? And I was alone.

Great!

How you could get sick so easily and fast? I didn’t understand that at all! Was that the real reason of why Ink brought you here? So he could watch over you while Blueberry and Honey were busy? If that was the reason, he was very irresponsibly by leaving you with me: a child, taking care of another child!

I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t use magic to help you, I couldn’t ask Ink for help, I couldn’t open a portal and find Blueberry… I couldn’t do anything. And I was scared.

What if something happened? What if you started to feel worse? What if…

What if you died?

Those thoughts were swirling in my head, making me fell worst and worst. I didn’t want you to die.

Come on! You had a great life ahead! You would have a caring family and friends and maybe… maybe we would have been friends! I should have watched you. Maybe if I haven’t left you alone…

I couldn’t help to feel guilty, even knowing that it wasn’t my fault that got sick. In that moment, I didn´t cared about anything, just you.

It was in that moment when Ink decided that he should go home, and so he did. He came to the Anti-Void and found me on the sofa, hugging you like it was the last time I’d see you and honestly, that’s what I thought. He rushed to my side, worryingly asking what was wrong. I wasted no time and explained him what happened, apologising for being a bad brother and almost crying

Almost, ok?

What I wasn’t expecting was that Ink just took you and, with a quick spell, healed you. I mean, I knew magic were fast and efficient but, that was just too fast. When I asked him why, he explained that you were having some problems with your soul.

You see, brother (and also you, reader), Ink told me you were created without a soul, since you were just a magic drawing. So, he made an artificial one for you with the same paint he used to create you. Apparently, he didn’t want you to become like some “evil flower”.

Your soul was like your eyes: a blue diamond. And that soul was filled with Prussian blue paint that could give you the emotions you needed. It seemed like your body wasn’t used to having it yet and would make you sick from time to time. I didn’t quite understand that, but I was relieved when he said you would be fine.

The rest of the day was peaceful. Ink and I talked about random things while you slept. It was… nice, being with them like we were a family. That’s what we are, right? Yeah, right.

Eventually it was time to bring you back home. Ink said that you won’t be coming anytime soon because he wanted to protect you from dangerous people (aka, Error). It kind of made me sad, not being able to talk you again for a long time, but… it had to be done, hadn’t it? Ink made a portal back to Underswap and gave me time to say goodbye to you. After that, he started to walk to the portal, stopping when you started to squirm under his grasp.

Curious, I walked to the portal. You immediately looked at me and gave me a huge simile, saying (or trying to say) something that made us look at you in surprise:

My name. Yes, my name!

It was kind of babbled and wasn’t my full name but… It was your very first word. And it wasn’t “dad” or “mom”… no, it was “PJ”

You didn’t have idea of how happy you made me that day. The day when I found you, disliked you and then liked you and accepted the idea that we were brothers. And, in the bottom of my soul, I hoped to see you again.

Maybe having a little brother wouldn’t be that bad, right?

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I hope you liked it! It was an idea I had for while uvu and really needed to make it. We now know more about Print and PJ’s relationship. I won’t say PJ likes him because he’s not my character and don’t want to say incorrect things (since he isn’t one to make friends). So, I only will say that Blueprint’s first words made him very happy.

I’m sorry if it looks rushed, but this isn’t a story. It just PaperJam talking with Blueprint and telling him the story (with some people spying on them(?))

#undertale #undertale au #undertale fan child #ink sans #paperjam sans #paperjam #blueprint sans #blueprint #palette sans #palette #gradient sans #gradient #moku sans #moku #inky family #fanfiction #one shot #mini comic

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can you write some fluff for me? i'm so sad today lol rip

hey uh wow same lol but i have this one wip thing that ill never finish from ages ago when a few friends and i were on discord talking about hp aus ft. durmstrang vik and mahoutokoro yuuri??? i hope it cheers you up

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DurmstrangInstitute is, much like Viktor has repeatedly assured him, beautiful. The castle itself is larger thanMahoutokoro’s jade palace, though Yuuri personally thinks his own school has amore intricate and lovely design, but the grounds are stunning. He doesn’tentirely know where they are, precisely, but the mountains and lakes are sopristine, and oh, the green of the trees against the bright blue sky—

“Appreciating theview?” Viktor asks, drifting almost lazily on his broom with a matching lazy,content smile. Yuuri shifts close enoughto gently bump his shoulder.

“Yes,” he says,“but I wasn’t looking at you, if that’s what you meant.”

Viktorlaughs. “You wound me, dear,” he says,nudging back. “Except not really,because I love that look you get on your face when you’re enjoying yourself. Go on, keep looking around, I’ll keep quiet!”

Suddenlyself-conscious, Yuuri ducks his head as the wind picks up. “What look?” he asks, squinting against thebreeze. It’s cold against his face, and belatedly,he’s starting to realize that maybe an extra layer or five might have beenuseful before going flying up here, but… oh well. It’s too late to go back to Viktor’s room todig through his suitcase now, and a little cold never hurt anyone.

(Besides, it’llbe a great excuse for them to have tea together later, not that they reallyneed one.)

“The one whereyour eyes get all big and shiny and you get that one specific little smile!”Viktor says, leaning forward slightly. He takes one hand from his broom to reach over and touch Yuuri’s lips,just a brush of his gloved fingers, and yet somehow it sends shivers of awholly different kind tingling down his spine. “It’s adorable. Please, ignore myinterruption.”

Yuuri presseshis lips together and puffs out his cheeks, not sure what to say. “I’m not adorable.”

“Should I saycharming, lovable, delightful, or scrumptious instead?” Viktor asks. Yuuri leans to the side and dips into a lazyspiral, curving below and then above him to get a better view of the still,reflective pond they’re flying over. Hissilvery-golden robes (almost pure gold, except for his abysmal marks last yearafter—well. Now isn’t a good time todwell on that) billow out behind him like a cloud, and Viktor’s cape fluttersin the wind, too.

There he is,Viktor Nikiforov in all his pink-cheeked, blue-eyed, silver-haired glory, withthe guts to call Yuuri the charmingone. He shakes his head, scoffing.

“I can’tbelieve the man almost as beautiful as this landscape is calling me pretty!” he calls, swooping into asharp dive, sharp enough that he can nearly reach out and skim his fingersalong the water. The surface ripplesfrom the wind of his flight, distorting Viktor’s reflection as he dives after.

“Almost?”

Laughing, Yuurileans back and starts to climb again, almost but not quite vertical. The thrill of the fall settles in his chest,warm and exhilarating, and he can’t help the grin tugging at his cheeks. “That’s what I said! I’m sorry, Vitya, but these mountains are ina whole other league entirely!”

“You’re morebeautiful than all the mountains and lakes combined!” Viktor shoots back, hisvoice carried on the wind as he ascends too, zooming after Yuuri withease. “So it’s only natural that I’d becalling you pretty!”

“Oh, stopthat!” Yuuri complains, ducking his head again to try and hide his blush. “You big flatterer!”

“It’s notflattery if it’s truth,” Viktor says with a merry smile and a dainty shrug,coming to fly next to him again. Yuurinudges his broom closer, until they’re side-by-side and close enough to touch,their flight slow as they drift on gentle currents like a wide, sedate river.

“Then I have toamend my statement,” he says, reaching for one of Viktor’s gloved hands. “If I’m prettier than the mountains andlakes, and that’s an if, mind you, then you’re much, much more beautiful thanthe entire sky, and everything under it.”

“Oh!” Viktor’s other hand flies up to his mouth,and for a moment Yuuri worries he’ll fall from his broom, so he tightens hisgrip to make sure he doesn’t even though he’s quite aware that Viktor is easilyhis equal in flight skill. Probably hisbetter, really. “And who’s the flatterernow?”

Yuuri squeezeshis hand and offers him a genuine, happy smile. “And you’re even cuter when you blush,” he adds, then immediately dropsinto another quick dive and a roll instead of waiting for a response. Throwing a glance over his shoulder, he seesViktor, flustered and waving a hand in complaint as he follows,protesting.

“I—what—I’m notblushing! Yuuri! It’s the wind!”

A laugh bubblesup in his throat and spills from his mouth, torn from his lips by the rushingwind, and Yuuri pulls himself into a hard, fast corkscrew just for the fun ofit, then shoots upward in a big loop. There isn’t much better than flying above scenery this breathtaking,especially not when one is flying with the most beautiful man in the world.

“You can’t justsay that and rush off!” Viktor is complaining, drawing closer again. Yuuri just grins, feeling lighter than ever,all stuffed with giddy golden butterflies that thrive on the freedom of beingout here, up here, with just the twoof them. He hasn’t felt this free in along time.

“I can,” hepoints out. “I just did.”

“You better notdo it again,” Viktor pouts, eyes twinkling. Joy shines in his face, brighter than the sun, and his wind-mussed hairfloats about so enticingly that Yuuri almost abandons his hold on his broomjust to lean over and run his hands through it. It’s silvery-white in the sunlight, almost like a halo, and it’s kind ofa pity that they’re flying way up here, because that raw delight makes Yuuriwant to grab him and kiss him senseless, which would be a bit of a healthhazard. So he really should findsomething else to distract himself with.

Besides, Viktorjust issued what clearly is achallenge to do it again, and what kind of boyfriend would he be to let himdown?

So Yuuri justgrins at him, competitive spirit coming out again. Viktor must be able to see it, because helets out a playful groan. “Oh no,” hesays. “Don’t you dare, you—”

“I think youhave a really cute nose,” Yuuri blurts out, then shoots forward as fast as hecan, the wind making his eyes water. Behind him, he hears Viktor let out a shout.

“Yuuri!”

“Catch me ifyou can!” he calls back, because if they make it a chase, he can pretend he’sonly red-cheeked because of the wind and the chill, not from the embarrassmentof just having told Viktor he has a cute nose to his face. And Viktor isjust as competitive as he is, so he’ll play.

And then it’son, up and down and back and forth and around, through the forests and over theslopes, skimming the lakes and reaching high for the clouds. It’s a beautiful day, except for the cold,and Yuuri can’t stop laughing as he darts away from Viktor, who stays right onhis tail, always just out of reach. Theminutes fly by like seconds, until they’re both out of breath, floating above aclifftop meadow. It’s very green.

“Wow,” Yuuribreathes, leaning forward until he’s almost flat on his broom as he looks down,over the edge of the cliff. The windpicks up again, blowing his hair back from his face, and he scrunches up hisnose against it, looking at the sharp fall of the cliffside, leaping down tomeet the cold, blue fjord far below. Alittle waterfall like white lace dances its way down the sheer rock, so distantit could be a thread.

A sudden yelpgrabs his attention, and he whips around just in time to see Viktor go tumblingoff his broom. Alarm bells explode asYuuri races back toward him, watching as if in slow-motion as he starts tofall, fall, fall…

…and lands witha thump in the grass of the meadow.

Heart poundingin his throat because of how close he is to the cliff’s edge, Yuuri urges hisbroom down, suddenly terrified. Viktoris face-down. He’s not moving. Oh, god, what happened? How did he fall? Is he—

“Vitya!” hecries, swooping in low and muttering a curse as he tries to detangle himselfand his robes from the broom. Dammit, hereally should have tied them up properly earlier! “Vitya, are you okay? Oh my god, Vitya—”

Viktor rollsover, his hands covering his face. “Yuuri,” he says, and his voice trembles. Oh, no, no no no, is he crying? What happened, what happened, what happened? “Yuuri, I’m ruined. My dignity is gone. It’s all your fault; you did this to me.”

Confusion andguilt rise, and his hands still on the broom. Yuuri sits there in midair, blinking, before he finally tries to findwords. “I… what? Sorry, I…”

Viktor moveshis hands aside, and oh, he’s notcrying at all. He’s laughing. His face is allpink and there’s a shy smile there as he laughs, and now he’s holding out hisarms, the universal invitation for a hug. “Yuuri!” he exclaims, shaking his head. “I fell because—of all things!—I got distracted by thinking of how cute you looked just now! Come here, I need at least ten hugs to feelbetter.”

Relief comesfirst, hard-hitting and heady, and it spills out as laughter. ViktorNikiforov, of all people, fell off his broom because he gotdistracted? Yuuri can’t help but giggleat him.

And then therest of his sentence clicks into place, and with it, Yuuri flips the switchfrom incredibly amused to awfully flustered in a heartbeat. “You what?!”he yelps. How cute he—but he wasn’t evendoing anything—!

Heat floods hischeeks faster than a falling Quidditch star hits the ground, making himinstinctively try to bury his face in his hands, and the next thing he knows,the world is tilting dangerously and then there’s a hard impact against hisshoulder and back and hip and ankle, and he blinks, confused, up at the sky.

“Oh my god,”Viktor says, next to him. He starts tolaugh all over again, then rolls over and drapes his arm and leg overYuuri. “And they say love gives us wings,”he sighs mournfully, and the entire situation is so ridiculous that Yuuri justhas to laugh.

He turns and isgreeted by those same sky-blue eyes he was admiring earlier, now sparkling withboth laughter and warmth. Viktor smilesat him with all the tenderness in the world, and Yuuri presses their foreheadstogether, heart still pounding from the exhilaration of their flight.

“I still thinkyou’re very cute when you blush,” he says, and pecks the tip of Viktor’s (verycute) nose. Viktor, of course, blushes.

“You’re evencuter when you’re making those faces at the wind,” he says, his hand findingits way into Yuuri’s hair. The leatherof his glove is slightly cool against Yuuri’s scalp, and when the wind blowsagain, he has to stifle a shiver.

…Viktor’s capeis right there.

Sitting up, heignores Viktor’s soft questioning mewl and reaches for the buckle instead,undoing the clasp as it sits snug across Viktor’s chest. Viktor makes an odd little choked sound.

“You know,dear, if you plan on undressing me, there might be better places than—”

Blushingharder, Yuuri tugs at the cape. “I’mstealing this,” he says, tugging at it again, and Viktor stops. Then he laughs.

“Of course,” hesays. Then he sits up too, wraps itaround the both of them, and pulls Yuuri close, against his chest. His arms are warm and snug, wrapped aroundhim as they are, and Yuuri smiles happily, leaning into him. “What’s mine is yours. I told you that when you first got here.”

“You’re mine,”Yuuri teases, closing his eyes and tucking his head into the crook of Viktor’sneck, nice and cozy. The cape blocks thewind very effectively, and Viktor radiates heat. He could fall asleep like this.

Viktor takes amoment to reply, and Yuuri blinks, opening his eyes just in time to catch hisboyfriend looking down at him with the most gentle, tender expression he’s everseen.

“Yeah,” Viktoragrees warmly. “I am.”

#victuuri #sorry anon all i got rn is old stuff :(#im having an off day myself and writing is... hard haha #i hope you feel better soon!!!#written #yoi written #viktor nikiforov #yuuri katsuki #anon #answers

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