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Help I'm accidentally turning my own character who is supposed to be an awful person into a poor little meow meow. I am ruining my entire narrative because I am getting too attached to him and I keep wanting to tone down his badness because I like him too much to let him be evil.
I am bad at writing bad people.
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Winter's King 8
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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, cheating, violence, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: You are a maid to the Duke of Debray, a lord of the Summer Kingdom. That is, until the king of Winter appears with his particular air of coldness. (Medieval AU)
Characters: Geralt of Rivia
Note: yo, work is driving me nuts.
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Lady Jazlene, a queen by marriage, cries herself to sleep. You stay until she snores and snuff the candle as you leave her on her stomach atop the stuffed mattress. You emerge between the guards and wonder if they keep people out or keep her in.
They don’t react to you. No one really does. A shadow approaches. The thickset man grunts at you as the moonlight shines off his dark mail. Bryce waits patiently as you near him. He turns and walks beside you in silence.
Much of the camp is asleep. The only fires that remain are those of the soldiers on watch for marauders and bandits. Your soles kick loose pebbles and trample flattened grass further. You yawn as you reach the luggage carts and find the one you rode in. The grey horse is tie to the axle, dozing on its feet with puffing nostrils.
“The road will not get any less turbulent,” Bryce warns as he grabs his bedroll from across his mount’s rump. “You will need sleep, maid.”
“Thank you, sir,” you lift the canvas draped over the back of the wagon.
He grumbles and unfurls his roll across the dirt. You climb up and nestle down beneath the cover, pressed against a chest as you curl up. You hear the soldier lay down with a groan, “...too sweet...”
You close your eyes and rest your head on a bent arm. The darkness quickly swallows you up into slumber and the day fades into obscurity. You’re not conscious long enough to dread the one ahead.
As the sun rises, heat gathers in the cart. You wake in a damp sweat, nearly suffocating as you gulp up cool air. You slip down onto your feet and grab onto the cart to keep from stumbling. Bryce grunts as your soles crunch on the ground.
“Eh, where’re you off to?” He sneers.
You look down at him. His eyes are still closed as his grey steed sniffs at the dirt close to him.
“Sir, I... I haven’t... relieved myself since... erm, well...”
“Go on, but not too far,” he opens his eyes and sits up. “Holler if you meet trouble.”
The horse huffs into his steely hair and he pets its nose. He grabs onto its reins and hauls himself up. You quickly spin and flit away. You go off into the brush where its thick and squat down, your skirts gathered above your knees. You miss the springs behind the castle where you would bathe with the other maids, you could use a wash now.
You finish up and peer over the stretch of bodies, horses, and carts. You set off back toward the cart and as you come in sight of Bryce, he unties a dented kettle from his saddles. You feel much better without the pressure beneath your guts.
“I could fetch water,” you offer.
He looks over his shoulder. You think you surprised him.
“Quiet mouse,” he mutters and faces you, gripping the bent handle, “I can manage a potful of water.”
“Yes, sir, I only was being helpful.”
“You stay, take Daisy to find some fresh grass,” he points to the horse.
“Daisy?” You look at the beast, “is that her name?”
He shrugs and stalks off. You go to the reins and loose them. You glance around and lead her over to an unyellowed swath of grass. She dips her long neck and grazes, tearing the strands noisily as her teeth clack. You pet her ear as she comes rather close to the hem of your skirt.
Heavy steps tramp up behind you. You don’t bother looking as you assume it’s Bryce. Those who are stirring are barely able to lift themselves out of their rolls. The lazy rise of dawn does not inspire fastidiousness as the clouds haze amber and rose.
“Fine horse,” the king’s timbre rumbles over you.
You turn and bow your head, “your highness.”
He inhales through his nose before he speaks again, “are you a fast rider?”
“I’ve never... I don’t ride, your highness,” you reply, staring at his black mail, just at the center of his chest. “It isn’t my horse.”
“I know it, I thought perhaps...” he begins and shifts his weight in his boots, “you might’ve secreted away the mare. That you would be sick for your home.”
“Your highness? No, I wouldn’t--” You put your hand to your apron, “I am not a thief.”
He pauses and his thick fingers toy with his belt, fiddling with a leather purse, “that isn’t what I...” he blows out in exasperation, “I do not think you dishonest. In fact, you are the most honest creature I’ve met around here.”
You keep your eyes down, “I only mean to feed the horse.”
“Yes, I believe you,” he assures, his tone glum, “forgive my inference. Truly, it wasn’t intended as such.”
“I understand, your highness,” you say.
“It was a jape, a poor one, I suppose,” he hooks his thumb in his belt and turns to pace. “I wanted to thank you. I have yet to figure out how to handle Lady Jazlene but you keeping her company, I do appreciate it.” He stops and crosses his arms as he faces you again, “last night, what you heard and saw... we are strangers still, her and I.”
“I am a maid, your highness, I serve the lady and you now,” you reply, “that’s all I do.”
His arms bulge before he drops them, “yes, I suppose for you, the matters of nobility are dull.”
“It is not of my concern, your highness,” you say, “I am to see that all the wine and food and little things are taken care of.”
You peer up at the sky as the dimness slowly recedes. His figure looms below and he slowly treads closer. You squeeze the reins.
“You serve the queen, the king, and... a horse,” he reaches to touch its snout, dragging his knuckles along its grey fur. “Make certain we are fed and content.”
“Whatever is needed, your highness,” you answer and watch his hand stroke the horse.
“And what do you need?” He asks.
You quork your head and stick out your lip. It's an odd question. You have what you need. You have a place in the cart, you have some nuts left over from Bryce’s generosity, and you have some hours sleep behind you.
“Nothing, I think,” you say.
He scratches behind the horse’s ear, “and what do you want?”
You purse your lips. You think. Another strange inquiry. What should you want? That’s not something anyone ever worried for. You only troubled after what others wanted.
“I... I want to see the snow,” you say at last, “I think I dreamt of it but I can’t remember. I don’t really know what it would look like but I remember once Merinda spoke of it. She knew a stable hand who once lived in the north.”
He’s quiet. Your answer isn’t very interesting. To him, the snows must be so tedious. Nothing more than ordinary. He makes a clicking noise.
“I want to see the snow too,” he pulls his hand away from the horse and for a moment, he seems to reach for you, recoiling short of touching your grasp on the reins. He withdraws and presses his thumb to his teeth. He hums. “We have far to go before the snow...” he rasps, “should you require anything for the road ahead, you may ask.”
“That is kind, your highness, but I don’t expect I require much,” you assure, “thank you.”
“Mmm,” he drones as he faces the sunrise and sets his posture, “onward.”
He marches away as you stay and watch Daisy munch on the grass. You comb your fingers through her main, loosening the tangles. When another approaches, you glance over. Bryce tidies his own hair with his hands.
“Water is boiling, maid,” he declares, “I have some spare mint leaf for tea.”
“Yes, sir, thank you,” you smile down at Daisy and move out of reach of her teeth. “I will stay with the horse until she is done.”
“Hm, aye, I understand,” his forehead lines, “she is much more pleasant than I.”
He nods and turns back the way he came. You watch after him as he goes to sit before the hanging kettle, a low flame burning beneath it. He rolls his shoulders and hunches forward as he plants his elbows on his knees. These people of the Hinterlands are not so cold as they pretend.
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The long train continues through the lands. Some days slower than others. There are some where progress stops at midday in favour of passing through a village or approaching a nearby farm. The king departs from the larger party, riding with his soldiers to greet the commonfolk. Lady Jazlene refuses to accompany her husband in favour of her silk tent and wine.
The pauses in your trek makes you curious; you only ever heard of King Waleran showing his face to the citizens during the harvest festivals and self-aggrandizing ceremonies. You never saw the king yourself, only heard Lord Dustan and his wife resentfully complain of how the king never made the journey to Debray. Did he not recall that once a duchess was married to his great-uncle?
You spend the hours in Jazlene’s company. She wants her wine and mutton. You notice that her appetite for the former has grown since the first day’s travel. She even requested that some casks be sought during one of the king’s visits. He acted as if he did not hear her entreaty. Their few encounters since that first night have been terse and short, neither offering much more than a word or two.
The queen swirls her cup, watching the motion of the wine within. She giggles and puts it down, picking up the looking glass and admiring herself. She sits on a wooden stool, her skirts dusted with the dirt of the road. Despite the filth, she insists on sporting a new gown each day, no matter how extravagant.
“What a fool? To think he is wasting his time on commoners,” she trills, “you know, he should be here, worried about his wife and queen. Not married a week and all we’ve done is ride anon. I’ve had no wedding, no feast. How I am neglected for these dirty farmers.”
You say nothing. You’re not certain she recalls you’re there. She speaks to herself often as if her mother is there. A few times, she has even called for the duchess. Often when she’s nearly finished the bottle.
She pouts and sniffs. She drains the cup completely and puts it down heavily on the crate next to her. She grips the mirror with both hands and looks at her reflection. She contorts her face, sucking in her cheeks, pushing out her lips, turning her head this way and that.
“Aren’t I beautiful?” She nearly whispers. You don’t flinch. You stare at your hem. She sighs and stomps her foot, “I’m asking you!”
You peek up at her, surprised.
“Yes, your highness, you are very beautiful.”
She frowns, “you lie to me.”
“I wouldn’t lie, your highness.”
“Don’t argue with me,” she snarls and slams the mirror down, cracking the glass on the crate. She stands and blusters around, her skirts catching between her legs, “if I am beautiful, what makes me so, hm? Tell me!”
You stare at her. She is beautiful. You always thought so.
“Your hair, your curls, your highness, they are beautiful.”
She rolls her eyes, “just my hair?”
She wobbles slightly as she struts towards you.
“Your eyes. They are pretty too. And you have a nicely set nose. And your lips are finely curved, your highness,” you explain as she looms closer and closer.
“Hmph,” she stops, slouching drunkenly as she leans in to consider you, “of course you would say so. Look at you. So plain. An ugly handmaid.”
You stare back at her, a strike in your chest, then drop your gaze. It is the wine. She huffs, her alcohol-laden breath tinging your nose.
“The king,” she babbles as she turns on her heels, swaying dangerously, “we’ve only lain together our first night. It was... quick. He didn’t want me to sleep with him,” she raises a hand and flutters her fingers, “he shooed me away like some whore.” She spins and falls onto the stool, “if I am so beautiful, why does he not want me?”
You watch her. She isn’t looking for your answer. She’s talking to talk. Lady Rezlyn isn’t there so she has only herself and stagnant air trapped in the tent.
“It is my duty to have his babies. To give him heirs. I cannot do that if he will not touch me. But perhaps when are in one place, he might try again,” she smiles and lifts the broken mirror. She tilts it and lets her hand drift down to your bodice. She pushes her chest up, “when he lets me take this off, he will see. He will want me.”
She convinces herself as she preens at her reflection, “perhaps it won’t hurt.” She looks around and sees the bottle of wine. She grabs it by the neck. She grips it and wiggles it at you in the air. “He’s even thicker than this,” she puts the mirror down and balances the bottle on her palm as she circles her fingers around the bottom of the bottles neck, just before it rounds out, “and longer.”
You stare at the silk wall, mortified by her words. She giggles and the movement of her hand draws your eyes up. You watch from under your lashes as she brings her hands up and down the bottle neck.
“Mother says, just like this,” she pumps it, “that he should like it very much.” She stops and focuses on the bottle, “mmm, he is a man underneath it all.” She tosses the bottle away, “and I am a beautiful woman. He will want me.”
You lower your eyes again and twine your fingers together. You can’t help but feel bad for her. You only wish you had some words of wisdom or comfort to offer her. Or that she would hear them. You can’t help but touch the fading bruise along your stomach as you languish in the tepid silence. It’s better to let her forget you.
#geralt of rivia#dark geralt#dark!geralt#geralt of rivia x reader#fic#series#au#medieval au#the witcher#winter's king#dark fic#dark!fic
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tease tidbit tuesday
hi!! thank you to @daffi-990 @cal-daisies-and-briars @jeeyuns @eddiebabygirldiaz @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @wildlife4life and @fortheloveofbuddie for tagging me in your wip games recently 🥰
here's a little bit more from my rewritten version of the angsty pining eddie fic!! this man is Not doing well and he still doesn't know why 💀
Eddie opens his eyes.
Buck’s car is parked at the edge of the plaza, right next to a blindingly green patch of grass dotted with flowers. They’re still sitting in the car, and Eddie has three bags of takeout sitting in his arms. The strap of his seatbelt is digging uncomfortably into his shoulder, so he shifts his body in the seat while he adjusts to his surroundings.
One of Buck’s hands is still gripping the steering wheel, the other one resting on Eddie’s thigh, gently shaking his leg back and forth as Buck calls out his name over and over again.
It’s that last detail that forces Eddie out of his daze. He swallows down the dryness in his throat and forces himself to look Buck in the eyes, meeting Buck’s worried gaze head-on.
Buck’s eyes widen in relief when Eddie finally looks at him, and he lurches forward, gripping Eddie’s shoulder. “Eddie,” Buck says, a little more forcefully. “Eddie, are you okay?”
The pounding in his head has more or less faded, leaving behind a dull throbbing that, while still painful, isn’t knocking him out or blurring his vision anymore. Still...
“I don’t know,” Eddie rasps. “I don’t know what just happened.”
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WIP Wednesday
Don't look at me, I'm working on another wip 🙈. This is from the 3rd chapter of With you I'm home, my beloved Dad!Buck sequel that I so cruelly abandoned in favour of, well, everything. But today I wrote a snippet of Eddie telling Christopher about his and Buck's plans for a new baby. Please enjoy (under the cut cause it's kinda long sorry)!
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Eddie pauses, searching Christopher’s face to gauge any kind of reaction, positive or negative. Christopher’s expression remains blank, but he does nod slowly, his eyes narrowing a little bit.
“How would that work?” he asks, and he flushes as he realises the implications of the question, quickly adding on, “And I don’t mean like, sex, because I know about all that, but how would you and Buck having a baby work?”
Eddie quietly tucks away the bit of information that, somehow, his 13-year-old son knows about sex for God’s sake and explains it the way him and Buck talked about.
“Well, we’d thought about maybe adopting, and that’s still an option but we agreed that we’d like another biological child, cause you and Aidan are so cute. And Buck suggested that, because he’s got Aidan, that maybe the new baby could be my biological kid. So, we’d use my sperm, and would find an egg donor, and then you’d have a baby brother or sister,” he finishes lamely.
Eddie looks at Christopher, who hasn’t moved a muscle since he started talking, and gently nudges his leg. “Whatcha thinking bud? Have you got any questions?”
Christopher flicks his eyes upwards, locking onto Eddie’s, and Eddie notices with a jolt that they’re dark and angry, not at all the picture of the little boy he remembers when they’d just moved here, or even the kid that had been so excited for Buck and Aidan to move in with them.
“Yeah,” says Christopher, quietly. “Yeah, I have got a question.”
It’s his tone of voice that makes Eddie realise that somehow, somewhere, something has gone terribly wrong. Christopher has never been one for true, proper anger, usually falling back on snippy comments and snide remarks, but right now Eddie can see a mixture of irritation, fury, and worst of all, hurt all swirling behind his son’s eyes.
“Okay – uh – what is it?” Eddie asks.
Christopher’s jaw ticks. “Am I not good enough for you?”
The question hits Eddie like a physical blow and he recoils, feeling as though he’s suddenly had a bucket of icy water thrown over him.
“W-what? Chris why would you ever – God, no, you’re more than enough!” he stammers, but it’s clearly not enough as Christopher rolls his eyes and lets out a small, cold laugh.
“Really? Then why would you use your sperm?” Christopher’s eyes flash as he speaks, and he pushes himself further up the bed so his legs are no long touching Eddie. “Is it because of my CP? You want another chance at having a normal kid, so you’re using your sperm? You want to be able to have a child that’s perfect and not so damn broken like I am? Is that it?”
“Christopher!” Eddie gasps, aghast. It’s like he’s watching the perfect ideation of his life crumbling in front of him, the new baby being cuddled by his two sons, delighted by the arrival of a new sibling a dream fading quickly. “You know I would never replace you! Jesus, Chris, I love you so much, Buck loves you so much! We don’t think you’re broken; how could you say that?”
Christopher’s lip curls, twisting his face into an ugly grimace, and Eddie watches with dismay as a small part of the baby he’d cuddled 13 years ago slips away from him.
“Bullshit” Christopher spits out.
“I beg your pardon? You do not use language like that in this house, young man!”
Christopher leaps to his feet, standing in front of Eddie, and it’s now as he’s confronted with his son, rage-filled and looming over him, that Eddie realises him and Buck have made a very serious miscalculation.
Christopher glares down at his father, his chest heaving as the breathes heavily. “Well, it is bullshit! If you actually loved me then you wouldn’t be trying to replace me! You are full of shit!”
Something inside Eddie snaps, releasing all the anger and frustration he’s felt towards his stroppy teenager for the last 4 months, and Eddie’s on his feet before he knows it, towering over his son. Christopher has the good grace to cower a little bit.
“That’s it,” Eddie says, his voice remarkably measured for someone who feels as though the entire earth has just dropped out from beneath him, leaving him suspended in a hellish limbo between being a good father, and emulating Ramon Diaz. “You’re grounded. No screens or friends for a month. You never, ever speak to me like that again, got it?”
Christopher’s fists are balled at his sides and Eddie can see his small frame shaking in anger. His knuckles are white, and Eddie imagines that if he were to uncurl his son’s fists, he’d find crescents where his nails have dug into his palms. He braces himself for the inevitable fallout, the kicking and screaming and swearing, apparently, that comes with grounding a teenager, but instead, Christopher looks up at him, his lower lip wobbling and his eyes swimming behind a film of tears. He blinks and the tears spill over, running down his cheeks.
“I hate you,” he whispers, barely loud enough to be audible, but Eddie catches it nonetheless. It cuts deep, slicing Eddie’s heart into a million tiny pieces and scattering them to the wind as he watches his son storm from the room. Eddie sits heavily on the edge of Christopher’s bed and drops his head into his hands, trying to swallow down the rapidly rising lump in his throat.
What the fuck just happened?
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WIP Wednesday ✨
So y’all know that I’m indecisive as hell and throw out fic ideas left and right and I truly wanna do them all. But I came up with a a little something the other day and I’ve chosen to call it the insomnia fic.
It centers around the well incident, Eddie almost dying (which we should be used to at this point) and he develops a fear of the dark, mixed with a hint of claustrophobia. It leaves him unable to sleep and Buck is ofc concerned about him. Eventually Eddie admits to being afraid to going to sleep in the dark, scared that he won’t come out of it and Buck helps him work through it.
(Story and tags under cut)
It’s dark.
It’s dark and filling his lungs with air seems like an impossible task.
The mud is slowly starting to weigh his body down, threatening to pull him under with every sudden movement that he makes.
Think.
“You need to think” he tells himself, the sound of his voice disappearing into the abyss around him.
Stay alive.
You have to stay alive, stay focused.
Moments of happiness start to fade into each other, most of them moments that he has shared with Buck and Christopher in the recent years.
Usually he wouldn’t be so afraid of dark but he’s all alone down here with no way out.
God, I’ve been deployed in war zones. This shouldn’t be so hard.
He’s talking to himself. Maybe to stay calm. Maybe to stay alive. Maybe because he isn’t ready to give up yet.
The more he tries to control his breathing, the more numb his body seems to become. He can’t feel his hands anymore, cold and tired from trying to claw their way through the weight of the mud.
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#buddie#buddie wip#the insomnia fic#lots of (not so) platonic bed sharing and cuddling in this one#this is going to be some slight angst and a good well of fluff#eddie needs a hug and a break#evan buckley#eddie diaz#911 on abc
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WIP Wednesday
Lots of people tagged me for Tidbit Tuesday thank you all, it's Wednesday night here so I thought I'd just do this instead.
Tagged by @diazsdimples because our country is in the future XD
As always, here's some healing fic. I've shared some of this before but it was in an ask so like 1 person saw it XD. Also, I know this fic isn't for everyone so please let me know if you want to be removed from the tag list when I post from this fic.
TW: MINOR MENTIONS OF PREVIOUS SELF-HARM INJURY
Today he’ll shower.
Today he’ll get out of bed, wash his hair, put some clean clothes on.
Today today today.
He looks down at his wrists. The jagged lines scream at him. He knows they’ll fade, eventually, but right now the newest are still red and angry. He stares at them until he can see them when he blinks.
His head is so broken. He doesn’t know if it’s still possible to repair it.
He sits on the edge of his bed, rain battering down against his roof. He feels blue. Not blue like he’s just sad but blue like navy — like the night sky; a deep dark emptiness. He feels blue like he’s staring down an abyss, falling into its endless expanse, swallowing him. Blue like the ocean, drowning him, consuming him, currents sucking him under. Blue like how the sky is crying its turquoise tears outside. He feels blue like he’s cold and numb and empty.
He doesn’t have a shower today.
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personal headcanons about sadie and abigail because I can (and because I can’t stop thinking about it):
• sadie’s security company eventually extends to a coffee company. she sends abigail coffee on a monthly basis.
• I like to believe sadie’s personality is a mixture of Ellen from The Quick and The Dead (1995) and Idgie from Fried Green Tomatoes (1991) - AKA that girl is stubborn as sin.
• abigail is not a morning person (unless coffee is wafted under her nose)
• sadie 100% visited abigail when she had her little girl (i have a wip about this that i shall not abandon)
• abigail writes to sadie every few months or so but feels they’re very boring because her life doesn’t change much. sadie loves them (and doesn’t correct any spelling mistakes)
• abigail, like her son, becomes an avid reader - but she loves the pictures of a herbology book.
• sadie, despite what some people might think, is quite the woman of culture. she can speak a few phrases of most of the languages found in the saint denis market and regularly converses in conversation down there.
• abigail, surprisingly, knows some louisiana french (I have this fun little hc she’s from like, the Deep South before her parents died - and her language faded as she grew up)
• abigail names her baby girl ‘elizabeth’. john wanted to add a middle name but abigail didn’t want her to grow up with a fancy name so people didn’t get ‘fancy’ ideas. still, her middle name is informally like her mother’s. elizabeth roberts marston.
•abigail braids sadie’s hair in the mornings. when it comes to the blood on sadie’s clothes, that’s sadie’s job.
• for her birthday, sadie buys abigail a set of clothes like her own. abigail loves them.
• abigail is the only one that knows sadie has nightmares about the night at adler’s ranch. she comforts her every time.
• sadie and abigail visit the ruins of the ranch once. when sadie discovers that jake has no grave, abigail gifts sadie a flower in a locket - something she can keep with her forever.
• on the ride to copperhead landing, sadie has to ask abigail to stop crying because she can’t bear the sound of it. it breaks her heart. still, she remembers their early time in colter and comforts her the best she can.
• if john had died on that train, sadie would’ve looked after abigail and jack and gone with them anywhere - no questions asked.
• I absolutely love to think that abigail and sadie have this inevitably doomed kind of love. sadie knows she can’t have abigail but loves her anyway. she’d do anything for her, even when she knows it’ll break her heart. abigail knows she loves sadie but knows her heart belongs to john - still, forcing her to decide upsets her greatly. this is always going to be ‘one of those things’ and they’ll have to leave it in the past or in another life, where it belongs.
• sadie returns to the ranch after john’s death. it’s been years and abigail is mostly bedridden with illness and grief, but sadie stays until she passes. when jack buries her, she never returns.
• abigail convinced sadie to play the harmonica while she plays the piano. it happens only once in their time together.
• sadie teaches abigail how to ride horses like a true cowboy (and takes her to relay races)
• abigail is secretly a smoker. sadie is not so secret.
• I like to think sadie and charles keep in touch.
• abigail and sadie don’t often talk about their past in the gang. the memories they recall the most are ones of the night in colter and of their dear friend, arthur.
• when john returns to copperhead landing, sadie only cries when she learns of arthur’s death.
• abigail only keeps in touch with sadie and mary-beth from the old gang. she occasionally hears from tilly but nowhere near as often.
• sadie once spends an entire book tour as mary-beth’s appointed bodyguard.
• sadie eventually, after hanging up her gun as a bounty hunter, becomes a dealer in horses and transport goods.
• abigail is ridiculously good at making daisy chains. tilly and mary-beth taught her.
• the clothes that sadie wears at abigail’s wedding are abigail’s (surely this one is just canon).
• when sadie returns from hanging dog ranch, abigail is the first to see her and helps her wash the blood off in the nearby stream. sadie refuses to talk about it. abigail already knows.
• sadie and abigail have that kind of relationship where they can just say a million things with just their eyes.
• “I will protect her” sadie vs “touch her and I’ll kill you” abigail
• “I will protect her” abigail vs “touch her and I’ll kill you” sadie
• sadie isn’t a big fan of poetry - however she will list off things she’s read for abigail’s sake. abigail loves it.
• john is extremely aware of his wife’s affection for sadie. he doesn’t blame her and he’s smart enough to know not to stand in her way. still, sadie respects his boundaries.
• let me remind you this is what you wanted! sadie vs you were all I wanted! abigail
• sadie is not a natural mother. like john, her relationship with jack is a little awkward, but the feeling is there. it’s more of a tentative friendship rather than a guiding one.
• in more intimate moments, abigail draws illustrations she remembers on sadie’s skin. plants, animals, herbs. anything she can think of. she loves counting sadie’s freckles.
• sadie has a poncho made by abigail. it’s blue.
• ‘young and beautiful’ is from abigail to sadie like,,,,heavenly.
• ‘poison and wine’ = angsty but heartbreaking goodbye sadigail
this is all I can think of…for a part one? I don’t know. discuss.
(I need to make them a playlist)
#fuck lore#I’m having fun#there’s sadie in the game and then there’s MY sadie#rdr2#please this isn’t that deep I’m just here for fun and chat#sadie x abigail#sadie adler#abigail roberts#abigail marston#sadigail#red dead redemption 2#red dead redemption two#red dead redemption#do contribute your own#is this part one?#it might be part one#I have a number of sadigail fics on the go
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- Paparazzi -
- chapter one: brutal
“ I’m so caught up in the news, of who likes me and who hates you ”
- series masterlist ➜ next chapter (wip)
Alyssa’s parents being successful politicians and forcing her into the lime light, from the word go, had ruined her childhood enough as it is.She knew how to construct the perfect lie or fake identity, to seem like the perfect, innocent girl next door, when she should’ve been learning how to make daisy chains and friendship bracelets.Now with her brother following in their footsteps and making his way up Westeros political ladder, she’d have to keep that act up for all her teen years.
Alyssa knew her family had been loyal to Rhaenyra since she started her political career, just like her late father, and that her elder brother, Cregan, was a man true to his word.He was both incredibly stubborn and loyal, yet she never saw how that may backfire instead of only working in her favour.
“You are fucking insane!” Was the first word to spill out of Alyssa’s mouth when her brother suggested she “date” Rhaenyra eldest son, Jacaerys, for the family’s image, to make a point that they’re partnership was still stronger than ever.
Alyssa couldn’t stand Jace, sure his younger brothers were cute and polite but he was a cocky, arrogant idiot who tricked everybody into believing otherwise with nothing but a flashy smile and wink.Alyssa had worked to build up and maintain her reputation, meanwhile Jacaerys had it handed to him on a silver platter for simply being attractive, and having a family who was born into power.
He was reckless, not enough to mess up his mothers career or campaign, but enough that rumours spread like wild fire within the other family’s, about which girl he’d fool around with next or if he’d get drunk at an important event…again.
Alyssa “dating” this boy would only put more pressure on her, having to keep him in check and likely ending up looking like the fool, if it ever went wrong, or he was caught with another girl.But unfortunately Cregan didn’t allow her any choice.
She had to arrive and leave events with Jace, holding his hand and pretending to be head over heels, hanging on every word he said.Making them look like the most perfect and happy couple, a harmless young romance between the perfect boy and girl next door.
“Puppy love” as the media called it.
For Alyssa it was like her worst nightmare come to life, listening to the most egotistical boy she’d ever, unfortunately, known, drone on and on and on.But the press could never know that, no one outside their closest friends and family could.
A successful family may mean Alyssa was privileged when it came to buying the most expensive brands or new outfits, but a political family meant your entire life was like a play.Everybody was always watching, waiting for you to mess up, to see the scandalous and messy reality of it all.
As if being a teenage girl wasn’t brutal enough.
“Hold my hand” Alyssa muttered into Jace’s ear as the black sports car they were in pulled up outside the venue, already able to hear and see the crowd of paparazzi.
He didn’t say anything, only looking down at her open hand and intertwining his fingers with hers, not even sparring her a glance as he stepped out the car.
Alyssa, as usual, smiled and waved at whoever she could spot through the blinding lights of the cameras.Yet her smile faded and her hand dropped Jace’s the moment they stepped inside the doors, handing her coat over to be put in the closet.
She, unfortunately, had to hold onto Jace’s arm and laugh at the most unfunny jokes for the first half of the evening, but once the evening began to settle and most of the important press had cleared out, Alyssa could sit at a table with her friends, far from Jacaerys, gossiping and drinking to her heart contents.
“How’s your love life, Lyssa?” Baela wiggled at her eyebrows at Alyssa, who sat across from her, teasingly as she sipped on her drink.
“Don’t” Alyssa grumbled, shaking her head as she sighed in exhaustion from putting up with Jacaerys all evening. “It’s like trying to keep a dog on a leash”
Her friends, Baela and Rhaena, and younger sister, Sara, all giggled and snickered at her words and clearly miserable expression.
“I take it you’ve not fucked?” Rhaenas words caused Alyssa to choke on her drink before it even made it down her throat, her face screwing in disgust as she put her drink down.
“As if I’d ever stoop that low” Alyssa scoffed and rolled her eyes, glancing over her shoulder to spot Jace, who was stud talking with the same group of obnoxious friends he had been with all night.
“Why, is cause he’s not up to your impossible standards?” Sara playfully nudged her shoulder with her sisters.
“It’s not his looks that are the problem” Alyssa raised her eyebrows, a sly grin pulling at her lips as she took a sip of her drink.
“Ahh” Rhaena slowly nodded in understanding, only to burst into a fit of giggles along with her twin and Sara.
They teased her about Jace nearly every-time they spoke, determined that they actually had “potential” as Baela stupidly explained, but Alyssa never listened.Jace was a boy with an ego bigger than him, she made that snap judgement the moment she met him, and he only continued to prove it.
Alyssa quickly grew tired of their childish teasing and jokes, all directed at her, so she left to retrieve her coat, without saying any goodbyes but a sarcastic wave and smile to her friends, as it would only draw unwanted attention to her.
Of course, who ever was working the desk had left for a “cig break”, as it said on the scrap piece of paper used as a sign.Alyssa huffed in annoyance, glancing around to check the hallway was truly empty, before grabbing the key to the closet and letting herself inside.There were a billion coats in the unexpectedly large closet, all black or fur ones made by some expensive designer brand, it would take her the rest of the night to find hers.
She was cursing and huffing under her breath in frustration as she speedily rummaged through each rack of coats, until the sudden sound of another, much deeper, voice caused her to jump.
“Pick pocketing are we now?how scandalous of you, Aly”
Alyssa didn’t need to turn around to see the smug smile on Jace’s face as he leaned on the doorway, hands in his suits pockets.She rolled her eyes, not responding and continuing to scramble for her coat as if he was not there.
“Oh, what’ve I done now?” Jace drawled and rolled his eyes as he walked towards her, assuming her silent response was because he’d somehow done something to upset her.
“Nothing, not everything’s about you, Jace” Alyssa was quick to retort, grumbling under her breath as she stayed focused on finding her coat.
“Oh?well that might be a new achievement for me” Jace’s eyes lit up, chuckling at his own joke.
“Congrats” She drawled in a mundane tone.
Jace clearly wasn’t satisfied with her reaction, more so her lack off, so without any warning or second thought he slid his arm around her waist, spun her around and pinned her back against the wall.
“The fuck are you doing?!” Alyssa whisper-yelled, trying to push him away but he didn’t budge, trapping her between him and the wall of the, already cramped, coat closet.
“Your not being a very good girlfriend right now” Jace was clearly mocking her with his whisper, his usual smug grin plastered across his lips.
“Piss off, I’m not your actual girlfriend” Alyssa spat, again trying to nudge him away.
“Maybe not, but this ridiculous act would be a whole lot easier for the both of us if you made the effort to actually like me, hm?” Jace raised his eyebrows, speaking to her as if she were a child that needed things explained.
“No, this would be easier if you weren’t so insufferable to be around” She mocked his words as the corner of her lip curled up in disgust.
“Always my fault, hm?” He titled his head teasingly, clearly just wanting a reaction from her.
Alyssa only hummed and nodded in response. “Just like that nasty stubble of yours” She flicked the edge of his jawline, forcing a polite, sarcastic smile as she went for her escape.
Of course she failed miserably and didn’t even make it a single step before she was once again trapped by Jace.
“What is your problem-…” Alyssa was cut off by a pair of lips pressing against her own — Jace lips, to be specific.
She didn’t even realise what was happening for the first few seconds, frozen in shock, her first thought being that Jace was only drunk and would soon pull away once he’d realised what he’d done.Yet Jace only pulled away when he realised she wasn’t reciprocating, brows raised and eyes widened slightly, looking almost embarrassed and…hurt?
“Sorry, shit, I-…”
Alyssa continued to stare at him in utter shock.Jace never seemed offended or bothered by anything, now he was stuttering an apology, all flustered like a nervous school boy.
“Wait…you’re-…are you drunk?” Alyssa thinned her eyes, trying to guess the answer for herself as she scanned his demeanour.
“No” Jace’s lips quirked, like he was offended she would assume such a typical thing of him.
Alyssa’s confused face dropped, turning back to shock once more.He wasn’t drunk, he’s perfectly sober and willing chose to kiss her like that???…what the actual fuck is happening?!
“So…you actually wanted to…kiss me?”
“What do you think?!”
“Don’t get all sarky with me!”
“I can!-…fucking hell” Jace grunted and huffed, running a hand through his hair before planting his lips back on Alyssa’s, within a flash.
While she was still caught off guard with this kiss, it didn’t take her long to begin reciprocating at all.Her hands cemented themselves into the collar of his jacket as she kissed back, just as hungrily.The kiss was somehow both sweet and bitter, teeth and lips clashing as if they were expressing all the frustration they felt towards one another, yet still finding that sweet passion in between.
Alyssa nearly forget where she was, the feeling of it all distracting her and fogging her senses, until she had to force Jace off and gasp for breathe. “What are we doing?”
Jace’s brows furrowed at her words, still a small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “I don’t know, but you don’t seem to like it a lot more than me”
The rasp in his breathless voice did not help Alyssa try to see sense and do what she knew was sensible, her brother would kill her if she got caught making out with a boy in the middle of an important event, fake boyfriend or not.
“Fair point” Alyssa shrugged and sighed, pulling him back towards with the firm grip her hand had at the back of his neck.
Jace chuckled and smirked against her lips.He couldn’t stand half the words that came out her mouth, and she clearly felt the same about him, yet he can’t remember the last time somebody kissed him like this, the last time he’d tasted such addicting lips.She was like a sweet, yet toxic, poison, a poison which he couldn’t get enough off.
“You know…” Jace spoke in a barely audible whisper, breaking the kiss to trail his lips from the corner of her mouth, to her jaw and neck. “You’re a lot prettier like this, Stark”
Alyssa scoffed softly in response, rolling her eyes.“And your a lot prettier when you keep your mouth shut, Velaryon”
Sweet lips yet such sour words always falling from of them, ironic: he thought.
“Touché” He snickered, his warm breath and lips on her neck causing goosebumps to spread across her skin.
Maybe this whole “fake dating” ordeal would be a lot easier and fun like this, maybe Jace was capable of being right.Thought that’s if he didn’t say anything stupid and fucked it up like he did most things, political or not.Alyssa would’ve rolled her eyes at the thought but she was to busy enjoying what she could of Jace, thankfully, using his mouth to leave her breathless, instead of annoying her to her wits end.
A/N: thoughts??I have very mixed feelings about this, somethings severely wrong with me when it comes to writing any kiss scenes (I throw my phone after writing one slightly tension/steamy sentence)
p.s - most the fics I write on here are going to be fast-burn since they’re only meant to be short story’s, but I still hope u all enjoy it anyways.
tags:
#jacaerys velaryon#jacaerys targaryen#prince jacaerys#jacaerys x reader#hotd jacaerys#jacaerys fic#jacaerys strong#hotd#hotd season 2#hotd fanfic#house of the dragon#hotdedit#hotd x reader#harry collett#fanfic#fanfiction#hotd au#modern au#oc#x oc
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FIC WRITER INTERVIEW
Thank you to @softguarnere , @hesbuckcompton-baby , & @mercurygray for the tags :) let’s get into it
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HOW MANY WORKS DO YOU HAVE ON AO3?
Nine! I’ve had AO3 for a while, but I was a Wattpad fic writer for a long, long time.
WHAT’S YOUR TOTAL AO3 WORD COUNT?
147,512
WHAT ARE YOUR TOP FIVE FICS BY KUDOS?
Sad, Beautiful, Tragic, its connected works, and then a Ron character study. Can we tell I’ve only been posting on AO3 for a year yet?
DO YOU RESPOND TO COMMENTS? WHY OR WHY NOT?
I try to! If someone’s taking the time out of their day to say something about what I’ve written, commenting back is the least I can do — it’s a good way to say thank you (I’ve also met a lot of my friends through commenting and responding to comments).
WHAT’S THE FIC YOU’VE WRITTEN WITH THE ANGSTIEST ENDING?
…I’m a sucker for happy endings, guys. I can’t think of one off the top of my head. I know I wrote an apocalypse au Vicki/Hoos thing that had a pretty stress-inducing end, but other than that, I can’t think too much on it.
WHAT’S THE FIC YOU’VE WRITTEN WITH THE HAPPIEST ENDING?
I don’t know if this counts but Home For Christmas ends with the Speirs family trying for another kid a-la-fade to black, so I think that’s a pretty decent end
DO YOU WRITE CROSSOVERS?
My secret plan is to actually get all the OFCs to assemble like the power rangers in the final shot of a Nickelodeon film (yes I write crossovers, fandom-related and friend-character related, THEYRE FUN!)
HAVE YOU EVER RECEIVED HATE ON A FIC?
Yes when I was like twelve years old, but otherwise people are very kind. Or maybe my friends are right about me being a little scary [big shrug]
DO YOU WRITE SMUT? IF SO, WHAT KIND?
Yeah, very rarely PWP, but I do write it. It tends to lean towards M/F, but I’m not opposed to trying my hand at other stuff if inspiration strikes. Just don’t expect anything insane over here.
HAVE YOU EVER HAD A FIC STOLEN?
God I hope not.
HAVE YOU EVER HAD A FIC TRANSLATED?
nope!
HAVE YOU EVER CO-WRITTEN A FIC BEFORE?
Nope! But I do tend to wrap all my friends into AU ideas and then we branch off and do our own things with it (hello Sam and the Pacific Band AU)
WHATS YOUR ALL-TIME FAVORITE SHIP?
I never know how to answer this because I just Like Things but it’s probable Percabeth. The couple that raised me.
WHATS A WIP THAT YOU WANT TO FINISH BUT DONT THINK YOU EVER WILL?
Only a Sith deals in absolutes.
WHAT ARE YOUR WRITING STRENGTHS?
I’ve been told I’m good at capturing character voice / making dialogue distinct. I also think I’m pretty good at writing complex family dynamics.
WHAT ARE YOUR WRITING WEAKNESSES?
Inability to stfu and describing settings. No matter how many reference photos I stare at I can never adequately describe a layout of a building to save my life.
WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON WRITING DIALOGUE IN OTHER LANGUAGES IN A FIC?
It’s fun! Tragically I don’t speak the languages that would likely be spoken in the fandom I write currently (French, German) but as someone learning Spanish I’ve managed to slip a few Spanish words in there, and then in original work I’ve done it before.
WHAT WAS THE FIRST FANDOM YOU WROTE FOR?
Shoutout Riordanverse
WHAT'S A FANDOM/SHIP YOU HAVEN'T WRITTEN FOR YET BUT WANT TO?
Not too sure to be completely honest. I wanted to write the Ron/Daisy/Nix crack-throuple thing eventually, or just the Daisy/Nix crackship, because I guess I just have a thing for hot messes. And also the 87 MOTA OC ideas / ships I have in the back of my brain
WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE FIC YOU'VE WRITTEN?
Sad Beautiful Tragic is a love letter to a seasonally-depressed college sophomore who felt extremely disconnected from the world around her, and so it is extremely near to my heart. Firstborn AO3 fic privileges.
TAGGING: fairly certain all my go-to tag people have been tagged on this, so if you’re seeing this: I tag you, person on the internet, if you have not done it already.
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hey hey i’m back!!!
so I was just wondering if you would ever consider writing a billy dunne fic? cause i’ve just been thinking abt like how the reader could be someone that’s dreamed of becoming famous and stuff like that, they could be like a part-time model or a small actor or a musician/singer. And then they meet billy and they take the opportunity to get further into fame (if that makes sense??😭 i think it would give the vibe of “popular” by the weekend)
but yea anyways hope ur feeling better 💞💞
-🩰anon
I'm eventually going to get around to writing billy dunne fics bc I have so many ideas I need to make a separate wip list for him
but this is a great idea that I will keep in mind for when I do because like a reader who latches onto him for fame even if the relationship is tumultuous and he catches on but he's kind of addicted to her personality. and he's still billy, he still cheats and is an ass, but she's crawling back for more residual fame whenever the last bit fades away. and the jealousy of the attention daisy jones gets and the way she got to be on the album and launched into so much success when reader is leeching for scraps wherever she can find it. going to every party she can to get as much eyes on her in hopes someone will want her in a film, that she can be on more then magazine spreads,a couple covers, and some commercials here and there. she was in an episode of happy days once and is living off that residual fame as well. but the most fame she really has is being pinned as one of billy dunne's groupies, to the point that sometimes there's caricatures of her in television but still not a lot of offers for the actual her job wise. she's a struggling girlie fr
literally could be a series, pookie, I'm obsessed. eventually she may in fact see the light of day because I love it 💋
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WIP Wednesday: Sons of Anarchy
I saw somehwere it was WIP wednesday so here's a little piece from something I am working on for Sons of Anarchy, the title is yet to be determined and the length is I don't fucking know how long, just gonna keep going until I find a sweet spot to stop at and wrap it up in a pretty bow. <3
“Chibs, they want her.” the prospect said, coming up to the doorway. Chibs nodded and leaned back to look at you. “You’re up, Daisy.”
“If the shorts fit.” you say as you change your posture, taking a moment to channel your inner Daisy Duke. You smiled tightly at Chibs and nodded to show your understanding, that Amanda would be your responsibility. You half-saluted, and walked out of the office, turning on all of the sex appeal you could, sliding into your Irish accent as you spoke for the camera. You could see Amanda with the crow eaters, her blue eyes shooting daggers of envy at you for being in an office with a Son. Even worse, he was not even a prospect! He was a full-fledged member. You could see the jealousy rolling off her in waves.
You licked your lips as you kept your eyes on Chibs and his friend, their presence keeping you nice and relaxed. You pretended they were there for you, for the show, and it helped keep you going. You found yourself smirking saucily at the ice-blue eyes of Chibs’s friend, and putting on your best orgasmic performance. It got tiring having to repeat it for the camera, to re-do some scenes because of the lighting, but you didn’t think it was half-bad, especially if it could get Chibs and his friend all hot and bothered. The sons didn’t usually stay around, but you felt a slight smug glee at the fact that the two specific Sons had decided to stay behind just for your "Daisy Duke" performance.
It was finally done, and you were able to leave the set. You moved out of the way before Amanda could intercept you, hurrying to get cleaned up the best you could. You felt sticky and gross, but you did like that sense of accomplishment you got when you walked by and saw Chibs’s eyes were a full-blown brown, full of heat.
“Where do they find these girls, Tiggy?” you could hear Chibs grumble to his friend. Tiggy, you murmured to yourself. Of course. The one that Amanda had been shitting on. You smiled and hurried up with your cleaning, sliding on clean underwear and clothes, wishing you had decided to wear something cute and sexy instead of your well worn jeans, and faded Jack Daniels T-shirt. At least the T-shirt was very low cut and showed off your boobs decently. You at least had that to flaunt.
“They offered me free candy from their windowless van.” you yelled out to the boys.
#chibs telford x reader#tig trager#tiggy#sons of anarchy fanfiction#chibs sons of anarchy#chibs imagine#my wips#I dunno what the hell I'm doing#but I'm doing it anyway#tig trager x reader#alexander trager#filip telford#soa fanfiction
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Heads Up/Last Line Tag
Thanks for the tag @eccaiia! I'm sorry I got to it late, I had to disappear from Tumblr for a few days.
Here are my latest couple of sentences. From Faded Daisy.
“Hmm, your heart sounds like that of a normal human,” he said, taking the thing back and taking it out of his ears. “Truly fascinating. Were you ever a normal human at any point, by chance?”
You looked at him in confusion. How could you answer that? How would you even know the answer to that?
Since I'm too exhausted to tag anyone right now, I'll leave an open tag for anyone who recently wrote some lines they're excited about and want to share.
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Ohoho 👀 Mind sharing anything about Constant, or Withering flowers, decaying clouds?
absolutely!! thanks so much for the ask :D
Constant is a chapter after the events of the "Daisy storms the fort" wip in which Benny has a very strange nightmare and then talks to Cass. basically. Here's a snippet!
Today's show is brought to you by Sunset Sarsaparilla. Give us your money and we'll give you a stomachache. Pre-war soda, baby.
Mr. New Vegas paused—very out of character for the charming host—and so did Benny. Well, he hadn't been doing anything that could be paused, really, other than laying and struggling to keep his eyes closed.
Mr. New Vegas paused . . . but so had everyone else. The room had fallen silent—inconcievable—and Benny dared to open one eye.
Nothing. Nothing greeted him.
The constant had faded, everything was dark . . . quiet . . . the door was closed. He was still curled up in the chair, almost swallowed up by the cushions with his bandaged legs draped over an arm. He let his unswollen eye drift shut again, feeling like he was finally, finally about to fall asleep . . . only for it to pop open not a second later.
Damn.
And then Withering Flowers, Decaying Clouds is the Dead Money fic that I should really finish writing sometime! there's not really a snippet to share yet lol, but Daisy and Christine are gonna be besties <3
#benny is so fun to write i love him#i want to study him under a microscope#ask game#irradiated writing
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Fanfic/WIP list
I had this on my last blog, and it had a super long introduction, but since that blog is gone....this will probably be short. I was just glad I had the list on a google doc. Some fics are started, some are not. Some fics are already posted, some are not. A choice few are finished, but most of them are not. Links to come later as I get time. For now, here's my archive of our own link and my fanfiction.net link.... List is below the 'keep reading line' for convenience.
Agents of SHIELD
Untitled Daisy/Sousa post s7 drabble
The Flash
Snowbarry
Untitled seasons 1-6 AU w/ original child
Snowbarry Week 2019
Unravel Me
Our Souls They Blend
But We Still, Hold On
Some Dumb Stubborn Martyr Hero Sacrifice Thing
SB Valentine 2020 - We’ll Be Counting Stars
SB Week 2021
Your Faith Walks on Broken Glass
SB April Minibang 2020 - Sat by the River and It Made Me Complete
SB April Minibang 2021 - The Hardest Part of Ending (Is Starting Again)
SB April Minibang 2022 - Tiny Boxes For Memories
SB April Minibang 2023 - Still Believe in Fairytales
Untitled Season 2 WIP
Snowstorm
A Promise Made
Snowells
Snowells Week 2020
Open Mind For A Different View
For Your Love, All You Are
I’ll Take You To The Dark Side
Keeping Up With The Wells’s
The Stars in the Sky Illuminate Below
Want You To Stay
Snowells Week 2021
how can I stand here with you (and not be moved by you)?
You should stay away from the cheese curds - they’re addicting
Days Dark as Ebony Nights
Snowells Week 2023
Things We’re All Too Young To Know
Untitled Sherloque/Cailtin season 5 WIP
Untitled Harry/Caitlin season 4 WIP
Untitled EoWells/Caitlin season1/season5 timetravel WIP
Killervibe
Killervibe Week 2020 - Celebrate Me Home
Arrowverse Quarantine Fic Exchange - Yes It’s True (Happy to Be Stuck With You)
Gen/Character Fics
Between the Lines - Caitlin and Frost season 6 conversation
Arrow
Olicity
Caught in the Riptide
In this Grief
Once Upon A Time
Amelia
Outlaw Queen
OQ Prompt Weeks:
Yours, Mine, & Ours
Home Sweet Home
A Glimmer of Hope
A New Beginning
Rose Petals
Leap of Faith
Operation Lupin
Fireworks
Shot Through the Heart
Operation New Adventure
Knight in Shining Dimples
OQ Fix It Week 2017:
Feather Light
Family Reunion
Of Arrows and other Remnants
Tea for Milady
A Bond in Time
The Heart of the Matter
Safe & Sound
Right Here With You
Vampire Diaries/The Originals
Delena
So Far Away
On the Corner of First and Amistad
Tell Me What You Want Me To Say
Holding On And Letting Go
Untitled season 1 Delena/Steferine WIP
Untitled season 4 DE WIP
Untitled AU DE WIP
Soul Bound
On Another Love
What Are You Prepared To Do
Rebuilding Blocks - single parent/therapist AU
Bonds Unbroken
Future AU
August Rush AU
Blended AU
Cure AU
Friends with kids AU
Family AU
Untitled future season 4 AU
The Devil Inside AU
Life as We Know It AU
Untitled season 1 warped WIP
Stelena
Where’d You Go
Fading Light
Need You Now
Datherine
Back to Humanity
Elejah
Apart No More
Steroline
Steferine
Lights Will Guide You Home
Together Again - season 1 reincarnation
Kalijah
TVD Season 4 AU
Only For Her
Starting Over
Together in Normalcy
Unexpected
Diabolical Sacrifices
Untitled Klaroline/Kalijah in NOLA WIP
Klayley
Untitled WIP
Darkness I Became
Haylijah
Untitled AU
Hayley/Stefan
Spiraling Out of Control
Untitled AU
Gen/Character/multicouple works
Miss Mastermind - Katherine fic
Raising Jenna - Raising Helen AU
TVD/Originals foster fic - Katherine was Hayley’s foster parent
Katherine season 2 fic
Charmed
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Wip Wednesday Thursday ✨
Okay so I tried to contain myself to only having one main wip but I can’t help it lol. So with some help from some lovely moots (you know who you are 💋), I’m presenting a new fic. It doesn’t have a name yet but let’s call it the second chance fic 🫢
Hope you guys will like this ☺️
(Idea and tags below cut)
So this fic is inspired by a scene from Station 19 and revolves around established buddie. The couple have been married for some time but when Buck gets a chance at a temporary job overseas, things start to change between them. Because Buck didn’t become interim captain, this is a huge opportunity for him and he’s very excited about it but Eddie has his doubts because of the time difference and their busy schedules. It leads to a lot of tension and arguments between the couple which eventually leads to Eddie leaving the 118, transferring to another department to get a break from all of the struggles that they’re going through - because they can’t leave it at home. Eddie doesn’t tell Buck about this transfer (because that man doesn’t wanna talk about his feelings)
Buck then decides to take the job overseas anyway because maybe a break is what they need. They try to make it work but they’re both incredibly busy and the time zones are a mess and all they do when they talk is to argue because they’re both frustrated and tired. Buck keeps in contact with Christopher but soon his connection with Eddie starts to fade.
Eddie still has residual trauma from Shannon leaving him, so all he can do is to mope around and be disheartened about the situation. Buck doubts that Eddie could still love him. They can’t seem to make amends when Buck returns and after some failed attempts at getting back together, Buck sees no other way out than to file for divorce and Eddie receives the papers at work, only angering him even more. Neither of them actually want to get divorced but they struggle to communicate their feelings and Eddie thinks that Buck maybe found someone else while he was away and that’s why he filed for divorce.
So it’s about them learning to communicate and to find their way back to each other. Plus it’s also going to have a good amount of angry (make up) sex 🫣
This introduction was very long so if you made it this far, thank you 😂
Tagged by @devirnis @jesuisici33 @athenagranted @disasterbuckdiaz @exhuastedpigeon @spotsandsocks @daffi-990 and @tizniz 💘 (consider this your tag for fuck it friday 💋)
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#buddie#buddie wip#buddie fic#fortheloveofbuddie writes#the second chance fic#someone help me brain storm the title#considering calling it ‘the sky falls when im not with you’#but idk#pls dont come at me for this shsjsjshdjdj#just putting the boys through the emotional blender once again
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🤔 + 🦷 for the writing goals asks? <3
AGH! thank you for the ask! I'll send you one back since i did rb it from you <3
🤔 are there any new characters you want to write about?
not that its a secret or anything but a new comfort character that has entered the spotlight is Quest from Blooming Panic. biiiig comfort character. by big comfort character i mean, im beginning to know him and his route just as well as i learned Nicky's from Fictif. i think maybe I'd like to write some nice comfort fics with him eventually. im lowkey kinda feelin in my soft writing era. I also made a BP mc named BanJo. I've never written oc x canon, but perhaps i will. i adore my little Jo sm.
🦷Is there a chapter, scene, or WIP you're dreading to write (but is necessary to your plot)? Share a snippet or tell us about it!
I'm gonna be real honest, my hyperfixation on Nicky has faded lately. he'll always hold a special place in my heart for getting me through some tough times, but that being said, im not sure if I'll ever be able to finish the most recent nsfw fic ive written of him. i tried to write a fic for him for his birthday, but the inspiration just never came :( i might still draw Nicky from time to time, but this may be the end of an era.
since theres not much else to share about that mournful admission, I'll talk about some more individual things ive been working on! im working on a Mothman cryptid romance rn, and boy is it hard to get through the beginning. its just so tedious and boring to set everything up when i know what the good parts are gonna be! my goal this year is to power through it, but for now im very very stuck on the beginning, so here's a snippet of our main character settling into a new home they swear is temporary :) im particularly proud of how it shows the poetic way the Mc views the world and its beautiful contradictions
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The walls were a plain shiny wood complimented with bouquets of dried flowers hanging from hooks.
I think my favorite is the one hanging directly above the fireplace. It consisted of the most vibrant lavender, daisies, and various wildflowers. I’ve never seen lavender so delicate and passionate about its appearance, as if it had spent an entire lifetime getting ready for display. Daisies with such sunny middles, brought out by the eggshell white skirt of petals surrounding it. Wildflowers so wild and carefree, yet perfect, in their organized disorganization. So vivid in color and form that I could almost smell the flowers and see them dancing in the wind, as if they were still connected to their warm damp mother Earth that had nurtured them. Despite all of this, they had clearly been there for years upon years. And I wanted to know where those flowers came from.
#thank you sm for asking!#i honestly loved sharing my thoughts and answers#it was a bit relieving to admit that my hyperfixation on Nicky faded#hes still a favorite. but i just dont have the inspiration to write for him like i used to#super excited to talk about my personal project though#eggy answers
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