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liquidstar · 27 days

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april fools is over so now im going to be slash srs instead of slash j. im going to post a little excerpt from one of the oc writing practices ive been doing :) again im not super experienced for a variety of reasons but im doing my best here.

but im going to try and put my self conciousness to the side (thats probably an important part of the practice too, right?) since this isnt final version either way, i can just say im sharing a WIP! so for now it will go the way of most of my other oc stuff..... under the cut

the only context you need is that this would be the opening scene for the story. if i post others i'll have to give more context bc most of them are taken from the middle of something. anyway here goes:

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“I love you

I've loved you since the beginning

From when you were only stardust

To when you will rejoin the stars

When everyone will be together again

Understand, you don’t simply live in the universe

You are part of it, taking on a form uniquely alive

You are the universe giving love back to itself

I love you so much”

“Wait!!!”

A lone girl jolts awake, crying a plea into the empty air. Tears stream down her cheeks, as she calls for someone she doesn't know. Her heart aches with a nameless yearning that fades with the memory of her dream. Still, against her will, the emotions linger. A profound sense of love consumes her, an agonizing, grieving love, meant for her. She sighs and wipes away her tears. It was an absurd dream, a ridiculous notion.

As her conscious mind clears, she takes in her surroundings; a forest drowned in the pale blue light of dawn. Her sleeping bag, now encased in dew, was laid on the cold grass. She sits for a while, gazing at the faint sliver of the rising sun’s glow with an indistinct expression, and eventually stands up.

The lone girl begins her daily routine by braiding her hair. With a wave of her hand, she freezes dew on a rock, creating herself a mirror. Her fingers carefully weave her brown locks into a braid, now adorned with a snowflake clip and a scarlet ribbon. She throws on a long blue half-skirt over her shorts, matching her shirt. She forces on a pair of black boots and cuffs on her arm. Lastly, she grabs a moon-themed spear, and she's ready for the day.

Before setting off, she made sure to pack all her belongings, including her numerous hand-drawn maps and a compass. However, she also stops to look into the bag deeper, foolishly expecting to find something new. Instead, she only sighs, "Still no food."

She puts on the backpack and trudges forward anyway, ignoring the hunger pains as best she can. She hums to keep herself distracted.

As she walks, the trees tower above her, shrouding the horizon and taunting her. Birds occasionally fly into view, but seem to disappear in an instant. She wonders if her eyes are playing tricks on her.

The lone girl scribbles on her maps, trying to record a labyrinth of identical tree trunks and twisted paths. This proves useless, as this elliptical forest has her going in circles. Exasperated, she fidgets with her compass, only to see the needle is frantically twitching around. She presses it gently to her forehead and quietly complains, “Don't tell me you're broken…”

Her train of thought was cut short by the sudden sound of running water, so loud she can’t fathom how she’s only now begun to hear it. She decided to put off one problem for another. Following the sound through some shrubs, she quickly finds the source.

Her spear at the ready, she approaches the stream. Scanning its depths for signs of fish, she walks cautiously. Her posture was awkward, her expression was uncertain, betraying her lack of experience. She held her spear to her chest with both arms as she encroached the water’s edge.

She inhales in preparation, removes her skirt and boots, and enters the water with slow, careful steps. The very surface of the stream begins to freeze as it makes contact with her skin. Tiny, thin crystals of ice form as she steps further in. Breathing deeper, as she tries to control the frost, she makes her way to the center of the stream. She stands waiting for fish.

Rather than throwing her spear to hunt, like the intended purpose, she stabs at the water. She’s not good at this, however, and only ends up scaring other potential prey away. She makes several attempts at this but is unsuccessful each time. Refusing to quit, her repeated strikes become more desperate and uncoordinated with each failure. Her growing frustration only makes the water freeze deeper, eventually solidifying around her legs. She yelps, now in a panic, and begins to frantically stab at the ice to free herself.

A mess.

Escaping this ordeal, the lone girl abandons any further attempt at fishing. It probably isn't her calling anyway. She trudges on, lost, wet, cold, and hungry.

She looks at her compass again, her face reflecting in its glass. “You're broken,” she tiredly states, as she feels her eyes begin to well with tears.

“No! No no no! Don't cry! Don't cry Polaris,” The lone girl, Polaris, reassures herself, “Last time you cried you froze your eyelids shut, and that really hurt,” She whines aloud.

Polaris takes a deep breath, slaps her cheeks, and swallows her tears. She elects to follow the river, her only hope of escape, pursuing the promise of a village just beyond this enigmatic forest. She daydreams of a warm meal in a cozy restaurant, and maybe a cold desert too. A glimmer of determination returns to her stride, as she continues her hum from before.

#hi #finn's ocs #i dont know if ill make a writing tag of any kind im still wavering on it #and again its a wip its a draft of a draft and all that #but i did my best for what it is! even if itll be changed later #i tried to avoid exposition abt the powers in this part. thatll come up later in a convo w saiph so its more clear Why #but hopefully the fact that shes just freezing stuff just establishes that there is somekinda power/magic system even w/o details yet idk!#i wont be posting that any time soon tho. its from the same sort of chunk of writing but not as polished as the Polaris Forest Failure Comp #(spoilers for if i post more ig?) this idiot doesnt know shes in the forest that makes you lost lol #but yeah i tried. ok bye

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madametrashbin · 3 years

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How about Kaeya for the AU? Kissing deep into the night, with the prince of Khaenri'ah

Afshdkaouwvsna I will fucking do it, but only because I was actually thinking about something like this during work minus the headcanons of what-ifs for characters. I’m a little iffy about them, but I do enjoy playing with ideas that could branch off into so many interesting paths that could possibly happen so I’m fine with this... as long as these sorts of things don’t happen too frequently.

Y’all can still send something into the box, I don’t close it unless it gets excessive... just don’t make it an actual full-on request, because unless I state otherwise, I would most likely delete it since I don’t really follow people’s ideas to the T... also this particular ask has my weakness, so if you can correctly guess what it is, then kudos to you.

(Tumblr is still so confusing for me, but that might be the salt that lingers in my head after what my old man did to me... I never wanted to commit murder until now and I’m just- asdfhkjhgaolkljsd This is short as hell since I couldn’t think of anything else right now.)

Anyways, back to the WIP... rip my braincells after this.

His world was so cold before you came along into his life.

Whether as a manifestation made from stardust, or as your fragile mortal self, Kaeya had known not much love and warmth until you came and took him in as a part of your life so bright and divine.

Tonight was one of those nights he is reminded of how much it was a blessing to have you in his life... both as his God, as someone who he treasures more than anything in the world... and as someone who allowed his wretched existence to hold their beautifully bright heart in his stained hands.

Kaeya, right now, is rendered breathless from the way you gently held him... from the way you softly whisper praises so sweetly to him, and how you leave his skin burning at every little kiss you leave on his skin.

“Beautiful.”

He loses his breath again, dizzy from that look in your eyes that shines like the moon above the both of you.

“My little Prince... so very beautiful.”

He cannot speak, for all his words are taken before he could utter a sound... the way your lips kiss his hands to his face, it felt so good... so good to be loved by you like this, to lose everything to you as you give him another tender kiss to his lips.

It’s an addicting feeling, the way your lips are so soft against his slightly dry pair and the way your warm hands cupped his cheeks to keep him still while you give him all the affection and praise he craved. He sighs into your lips again, melting further into you until his mind is no longer coherent of any intelligible thoughts about his fears and the future.

There’s just you, and he’s fine with that.

#self aware genshin #genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin x reader #kaeya x reader #I should really do something about tags #but #kinda lazy about them #except for when I rant in here #also #I can never seem to get the right feel for the ending #ajlhdfkajhwdljkawd #I don't know if I went too far with this #I feel like I exposed myself here...#*nervously sweatdropping*#ahaha...

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lexiklecksi · 3 years

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Welcome to my [tumblr] blog!

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Get in touch: I’m open to poetry collaborations! Just send me a dm and maybe we can write together. Oh also feel free to tag me in tag games, send me a message or ask questions.

About me: I'm Lexi (she/ her), 25 years old and living in Germany. If I have to describe myself with only three adjectives, I go for: creative, talkative, open-minded. The languages I speak are German, English, French and (Cypriot) Greek. My posts are written in my father tongue German and in English. I’m a poet, aspiring writer, self-taught lettering artist and amateur photographer. I've been posting nearly daily to weekly on this blog since July 2017 and I'm very thankful for the online friends I made here, especially in the writing community. Shout-out to my mutuals (you know who you are) I appreciate you very much!

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About my wip: You can read a very short synopsis of my ya fantasy wip “Drachenbrut” here (tw: murder):

Enya Arati, a half-breed of dragon and human, seeks revenge for her murdered family. She flees from her hometown Trevena and travels through the magical forest Avni, the high mountains of Zaltana and even the ocean in search of other dragon-borns. Humans, elafids, dwarfs, giants, satyrs and magical beings like faeries, elves, witches and mages either help her or hunt her down. Will she get her revenge and set Trevena on fire? Or will her girlfriend, the siren Meara Kailani, help her forgive and chose a different path?

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jjba-hell · 3 years

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Fate and Fortune

So this was sitting in my WIP folder forever and I was bouncing between self-insert and OC but I figured it was just too specific for self-insert... ✌︎('ω')✌︎

Part 1 of (?) and tagging some moots- @risottoneroo (I know you’ve been going through it recently, I hope this upcoming series can help distract you just a little bit- I know your writing always helps pick me up) @giogio-gucci-gangstar @rat-makes-stuff and @uttertrash (sorry =w= I get nervous tagging any moots)

Setting for this one is pre-Stardust Crusaders and the best dscription for this timeline is MY CANON NOW. This is a very short entry piece of how Vera (my OC) first met Muhammed Abdul. As the story progresses I’ll give more explanation and context to my OC but for now, all ya gots ta know is that it starts off in Egypt.

Content warning is pretty mild- maybe some mysticism if you’re not comfortable with that but nothing beyond that. (Ya’ll know you just gotta et me know if I miss something)

Also- my interpretation of the tarot crads is about like 20% more accurate than Araki’s- meaning its probably not completly right but it makes a bit more sense than canon.

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Life as an expat in a foreign country wasn’t easy to begin with. Vera grew up a bit isolated from the real world, safely hidden behind the tall walls that held her with the other expat children from expat homes. That was, until she decided to go to a neaarby local market- in search of some cooler casual fabrics, an alternative to the continuously wrong winter fabrics the expat camp gave them for ventures outside of the walls of the camp- even though it was much too luxurious to be called a camp.

The decision to desert the safety o fthe camp had been made on a whim, without much warning to her parents, as casual as if she were heading toward the expat gym.

In hindsight, so much could have gone wrong for a 16-year old foreign girl but the threat of danger was never something she had felt too greatly. She had always felt safe- in a way. It had felt like there was always this...presence around her when she felt any unease. Dangerous or nerve racking situations unfolded themselves as life usually does, but things had a tendency to go her way, danger seeming to veer out of her path. She chcuckled at the thought- how cocky she used to be. Her first few trips unaccompanied had only cemented her idea that she was untouchable.

One faithful day- a few months after continous visits to the market- among the many stalls, stood a tall dark skinned Egyptian man- looming over the wares of a vendor whom Vera had made good acquaintances with. “Ah Muhammed. This is that teenager I was telling you about, the foreigner.”

“Hello Hassan.” She smiled- trying to hint at greeting her first.

She turned to the man beside her, almost two heads taller than herself. Two markings moved down his handsome face, a playful smile on his face- slightly marred by his eyes that seemed to hide an impossible sadness behind the warm brown. “You must be Vera. Pleasant to make your acquaintance. I’m Muhammed Abdul.” He gave a courteous nod, hands folding into his somewhat overlflowing robe sleeves.

Hassan leaned in to chip into the conversation before you could answer. “Vera is a foreigner, doesn’t divulge what her parents do but they’re the first in a long time to walk out the camp unaccompanied.”

“Now Hassan, I’m not one of your wares, no need to advertise me like that.” She smiled at the wares dealer with just a glimmer of warning in her eyes.

Muhammed chuckled. “More importantly why would you want to?” He asked with feign suspision.

Hassan looked shocked, dramatically holding his hand over his chest. “Muhammed, was it not you telling me just a few moments ago that you needed a new assistant for your shop.”

Hassan then rounded on Vera. “And didn’t you say you’d like a part-time job for some extra coin.”

Muhammed threw his head back and gave a hearty laugh straight out of his chest. “Hassan, if I didn’t know any better I’d swear this was an elaborate scheme to get Vera to buy more of your wares.”

Hassan showed his open palms up beside his head in a sign of surrender. “Caught red-handed. Easier to persuade her to buy something when her wallet is full. But why don’t you just believe that it’s a kind gesture?”

Muhammed turned towards you, that same warm smile on his face. “If you’re willing, Vera, we can discuss these things in my shop if you like.”

In the back of her mind she was a bit apprehensive, she’d been taught to keep her guard up when out alone. But then again, she had some mace on her persons, just in case of an emergency. And that presence looming over her shoulder seemed to make itself a bit more known, bringing a comforting warmth to her shoulders. So ,impulsively, she had agreed. “I’d love to see what you have to offer.”

Vera and Muhammed bid Hassan a temporary goodbye, Hassan assuring her that he’d skin Muhammed alive if he laid a finger her. Somehow the image of Hassan attempting to skin this monstrosity of a man walking ahead of her -almost gliding through the streets to his shop- a bit comical but at least she could appreciated the gesture. Ducking under a stone arch and then curling up some stone steps the two of them stopped in front of an old wooden door- looking as if it came straight from the 14th century.

Muhammed unlocked the heavy black iron lock and pushed the door open to reveal a ceiling of stars, dangling charms and sigils. “Would I be stereotyping you if I assumed you were a mystic of some sort?”

Muhammed gave a warm chuckle.“Indeed I am. I am what you’d consider a fortune teller, and Hassan heard assistant, when in actuality I was looking for an apprentice.”

“Would you say there’s a difference?” She had chcukled as she entered deeper into the shop.

Muhammed kept the door open, stepping through behind her as her eyes travelled through all the trinkets, stones, and more.

“Unfortunately there is. If I overstep a boundary, you are more than welcome to leave but...may I ask. Have you ever felt...guarded? Or watched? As if nothing could go wrong and if it did, it would turn out your favor.”

For a moment she couldn’t help but smile to herself. “Sounds like some crazy luck.”

Muhammed laughed again. She spun around on her heel and saw a deck of cards in his hands, tapping the edges on the red clothed table. “It’s actually a phenomenon I study. It’s considered mysticism but...if you really want this job, I’d suggest you at least have some inkling of what that feeling is.”

Abdul’s eyes flashed dark as his gaze moved from Vera to just beside her head. She frowned in confusion, looking over her shoulder to see nothing but before she could ask, Muhammed immediately looked her head-on with a calm yet stern expression. The focus in his eyes back.

“I’ll be honest with you, Mr Abdul. I do possess that feeling. Although it wavers from time to time- probably makes me a little cocky but I’ve never faced a problem that didn’t solve itself.”

Muhammed smiled, straightened a bit and then seamlessly slid into the chair at the table.

“A tarot reading? Before we discuss money then?”

She had laughed but slid into the chair in front of him and watched Abdul’s skilled fingers shuffle the deck and spread it out before her. “Pick three.”

One. Two. Three.

He slid them back together and arranged the three chosen cards a specific way.

“The past. Judgement, reversed.”

“Care to explain?” Her gaze locked with his for a moment.

“Your past is a source of turmoil to you- a never ending fountain of self-doubt and self-flagellation.”

Vera shrugged, not reacting much to this. She wasn’t about to explain her whole life to him any time soon.

“The present. Death, upright. Big change is coming very soon. Be weary of the storm that lies before you.”

You nodded, a slow fear creeping up your spine. Even Abdul seemed to swallow a bit harder at the prospect, as if avoiding her gaze.

“And future. Wheel of fortune, upright. You are the guardian of your own fate- even through the ever-changing storm of fates.”

She nodded, feeling more at ease with the last prediction. “Is it normal to feel such a variety of emotions after a read?”

Muhammed only smiled as he folded his arms before him. “It is. However no one likes pulling the death card. But that beside the point. How does 300 a week sound to you?”

“Generous.”

“Oh it‘ll only seem that way at the start. Later you’ll cuss me out for paying you so little. For now, I think it best I show you the ropes first.”

There a was a beat of silence, before Muhammed gracefully brought his hand out to shake. “Do we have a deal?”

Vera hesitated a moment before trusting in her own character judgement and shaking his hand to seal the deal. Abdul’s warmth as well as what she had seen from his character thusfar had her feeling as though she could trust him. But she’d be lying if that was the only reason- that unshakable good luck she’d been carrying on her shoulders her whole life seemed to assure her that if a problem ever did arise- she’d still be in control of her own fate.

It was, however, not Abdul whomst she had to worry about...

For not a month into her apprenticeship- Death has already sunken its claws into her life, and a violent change would alter the course of her life forever.

#jojo kimyou na bouken #jojos bizarre adventure #jojo part 3 #muhammed abdul #oc content #my writing #stardust crusaders #Fate and Fortune

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crystalrune-official · 3 years

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✧ Royal Regions ✧

>>This lore will be updated and still a wip<<

These 4 royal and 1 grand stars are the ones that give this world colours. They’re highly respected that the compass and clocks featured them as their guide. Some believed that these stars are the guardians of heaven, Lucidial. Because of these strong beliefs, there are people who worship these stars believing that they could give them power and blessings. These people create their own faction and region depending on what stars they worship.

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✧ Bahar | Emerald

Baharians worship the royal stars of Aldebaran. It’s the brightest and most prominent star of the Taurus constellation. Much similar to the region, this star represents the great architecture and knowledge the region has. It’s often called as Eye of Revelation, high above the Great Librarius. This region holds dearly to knowledge and its usage for developing the world. Because of this, this region is known too as the Enlightenment Star.

Led by Uriel, this region is located on the east side of the world and the rainy season is very often as high humidity and windswept the clouds to this region. This region has its national days. One of them is when the Vernal Equinox happens. Is where the world reaches a point in its orbit where the Starlight is exactly above the equator. This marks the beginning of Spring as legend said that the guardian of the east, Aldebaran will give its blessing to the people with plentiful crops and knowledge.

✧ Tabestan | Ruby

Tabestanis worship the royal star of Regulus. It’s the brightest star in the Leo constellation. The name Regulus means Heart of the Lion. That name itself means the people are relentless and are brave to tackle any obstacles. They’re very skilled in battle tactics and strategies that if someone ever holds strong ties to them, they’re sure to win any battle.

“The strength of the people’s heart does not weaken because the star of Leo is large.”

Also knows as Alpha Leonis, the star of Regulus is often depicted as the main royal star, the supreme one or the one who led them. This star blessed the people of Tabestanis with a heart of determination in a form of a spectre.

Led by Gabriel, this region is located on the north side of the world. Where starlight shines brightly like their brave hearts. The region was once regarded as the developed one with Baharians as the second one leading in terms of magic breakthrough. This region once has national days. One of them is the Summer Solstice when the path of the sun in the sky is the farthest in the Northern Hemisphere. It’s when the starlight shines the brightest. They hope to get even stronger as this star blesses them with bravery and determination.

Unfortunately, this region was obliterated when The Elysium, entity abode of the afterlife, was disturbed and cause a devastating catalyst to the world. They fought hard as they firmly believes that their star will bless them if they show their courage. To their surprise, they...lost...their beloved region turned into stardust as The Elysium consumed the souls, spirits, and of course the residence. Only a small handful of them survived but not to mention the later injuries they suffered.

The Heart of Lion, the blessed spectre they received also was lost. The last witness stated that the spectre was destroyed into 4 pieces. Unknown to them where they are. Fortunately, the witness manage to remember 3 out of the 4 pieces forms when they shattered. The 4th pieces are unknown to anyone and will remain a mystery until it reveals itself to the great grand star.

✧ Payiz | Sapphire

Payizers worships the royal star of Antares. It’s the brightest star in the Scorpion constellation. It’s known as the Heart of Scorpion as in the legends, a scorpion once killed many hundreds for its master. Thus, making the people very loyal to the grand star, the grand region of the 5 regions. In the past, the royal family served the grand family well and thus was gifted the largest land of this world for its people. Once, someone tried to betray the region which caused the region into a state of instability.

Led by Raphael, this region is located on the west side of the world and by the landmass, it’s the largest between the 5 regions of stars. Where plantation, crystal, and many resources thrive. This shows how thankful the grand family is to the royal family from this region. They’re gifted by untradeable resources in exchange for their utmost and eternal loyalty. Temperature is mild thus many plants could thrive here and they do not gave to worry about winter. The region has its national days. One of them is Autumn Equinox, as the starlight crosses the celestial equator going south. This is where Autumn season comes, many offer their crops so that the star won’t let the cold winter destroy the plantation and asking protection from the dark magic in the Ruby Light area. As plants begin to withered, this is a disadvantage when they’re short in food but some take this as a good time to enjoy the view and festival.

This region almost shared the same fate as Tabestan but luckily they survived but with massive damage to the region. To rebuild is easy, but to restore is not. Thus they start from the bottom, from the scratch of sand. Most of the region is infected with dark magic thus inhabitable and monsters are often seen and attack residents. They call this part of the region the Ruby Light. Whereas the habitable one is the Sapphire Light. Whilst not grand as it used to be, the region still maintains its name as the prosperous region. They often fight or debate with the Baharians in the past with the notion of progress and maintenance.

✧ Zemestan | Amethyst

Zemestanis worships the royal star of Fomalhaut. Unlike the other royal star, this star doesn’t belong in any constellation instead, it stands on its own as the region worshipped it. They worship the star as it represents their situation, drifted apart, alone, in this world. Even though it’s lonely, it shines the brightest amongst the stars just like its people. The people never lost hope of their situation and thrives to change their situation. However in close inspection, Folmalhaut was never alone, it’s accompanied by other unknown stars. They’re not connected but they make a faint constellation called the Pisces Fomalhaut. Deriving from a black and white fish, believed as the star blessing to its people.

Led by Michael, this region is located in the most southern part of the world. It was once part of the main region, the Grand region but due to The Elysium it’s separated and pieces of its land and other regions could be seen floating around it. Like some kind of orbit to shield to protect or perhaps to imprison. The sudden change of climate from mild to extreme cold has made so many casualties as they cannot cope with the cold. As such they switch to warmer clothes. There’s a subzero region right where the star shines down to the region. Many do not dare to venture through the old star shrine as it’s located right in the heart of the subzero region. You will instantly have hypothermia at best and worse freeze to death.

One of the national days is the Winter Solstice, the opposite of the Tabestan region the Summer Solstice. It’s where the peek of the Fomalhaut shines and winter becomes harsher. Many seek refuge in the underground and celebrate....or pray that they will be freed from this situation. Their hope comes from the 2 unknown stars near Fomalhaut as they pray that mayhap 2 people will save them.

✧ Methuselah | ???

They’re the grand nation of all of 5 regions which previously were 4. They worship the starlight, the star that lightens the world. They’re once the centre of the world and was the first region to ever been created before they went on their separate ways. There are still many mysteries shrouded in the region especially after The Elysium.

The Elysium affected Methuselah greatly. It surrounds the region with clouds of dark magic and breaks some of it apart, away from the mainland. It imprisons them inside, cutting them from the outside world. The leader is unknown but they’re rather be called The Harbinger. They manage to tame the Elysium before it could do any damage and they return to their abode of the afterlife. Unfortunately, they cannot erase the accursed cloud surrounding them. They’re trapped in their own home. Striving to survive on their own.

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#deltarune #deltarune au #crystalrune #crystalrune lore #royal regions

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earnestly-endlessly · 4 years

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hello! do you have any long, slow-burn fics to recommend? thank youuuu 💜

Dear anon, thanks for the request. I love long, slow-burn fics, so this is right up my alley. Some of these are on my favourite cherik fic list (which I am working on at the moment). I hope you enjoy these!

Slow-burn Cherik Fic Recs

Dark Embrace – blackwingsinthecold

Summary: Mutants are rare and far between. Enough so that much of humanity believes they don’t exist, despite numerous reports throughout the centuries. All that is about to change.

Charles Xavier used to be a criminal psychologist for the FBI and now he’s changed his career path to detective. Thanks to him, the crime rate in New York City has dropped over thirty percent. In large part due to Charles’s telepathic abilities that only a handful of people at the bureau know about.

Everything seems to spiral when a mysterious assassin touches down in the city and Charles can’t get a read on him like everyone else. At the same time, the loft next to Charles’s finally gets a new occupant after two years that provides a certain level of…distraction.

The boy with the heart on his sleeve – euphorbic

Summary: Charles loses a high-stakes bet to Raven and is required to get a tattoo. However, when he makes a disparaging remark about the art form, Raven’s acerbic mentor, Erik, steps in.

Or, the one where Erik and Raven are tattoo artists.

Anarchy in the U.K. – Yahtzee

Summary: “Good God, Erik thought. The Prince of Wales is gay.”

Charles lives in the unceasing glare of the public spotlight, yet keeps his sexual orientation a closely held secret, afraid he could lose his throne and force his deeply troubled younger sister into a role that would crush her. Erik, journalist and world traveler, has been a loner most of his life; he has little patience for closet cases. But a chance meeting in Kenya brings these two opposites together and sets in motion a love affair that will challenge the British monarchy – and their most deeply held beliefs about who they are, and who they should be.

The Marriage Bargain – kianspo

Summary: Erik Lehnsherr had made a fortune manufacturing steel in Europe. When he wished to expand to the New World, he discovered that no one would do business with him unless he was affiliated with one of the First Families, the creme de la creme of the NW aristocracy. When Lord Marko holds an auction to give away his 14-year-old stepson’s hand in marriage, Erik sees his chance and takes it. He has no interest in Charles himself, but now that he has him, can they make it work?

Comment: This story is amazing but is still a WIP as far as I know. Please don’t let that discourage you from reading because it’s amazing.

Sink or Swim – endingthemes

Summary: Erik is a struggling single dad of three kids with a burning hatred for Sebastian Shaw, the man who wronged him years ago. He’s tried to move on with his life, but a run-in with Shaw’s rude, spoiled omega, Charles, drags up old anger.

When Charles ends up in the hospital after an accident, Erik goes to confront him only to find that Charles has amnesia. In the confusion, Charles mistakenly assumes that Erik is his mate.

Erik knows he should clear up the misunderstanding, but how can he pass up this perfect chance for a little revenge?

(An Overboard AU)

White Nights – spicedpiano, tahariel

Summary: Duke Erik Lehnsherr of Ironhold needs an omega to carry on his line, and Earl Charles Xavier of Westchester needs an alpha to give him the political leverage he needs in order to make his sister Queen. An arranged marriage brings them together, but Erik’s lust for war and Charles’ hidden agenda threaten to tear them apart. In the frozen Northlands of Ironhold life is hard and cold, and both Charles and Erik must give up their pretense and see each other as they really are: perfect for each other, if only they’ll acknowledge it.

All the Rest is Rust and Stardust – spicedpiano, tahariel

Summary: Charles Xavier is the world’s preeminent mutant psychologist, called in to consult for the CIA when a raid on a Hellfire Club safehouse discovers a severely abused teenager, Erik Lehnsherr. Taking Erik in soon leads Charles to struggle between his conflicting responsibilities as Erik’s guardian and psychologist, and his desire to give in to the dangerous dynamic that is developing between them.

Tuesday Plays the Piper – Sperare

Summary: In a world where the population is barely holding steady, those of either gender who are capable of bearing children are considered a prized commodity. In all places beyond Westchester, their rights are few–and, with Erik Lehnsherr poised to tear down the gates of the city, even that last haven is on the brink of destruction. But, for Charles Xavier, the consequences of conquest may prove to be more personal than political. No one quite knows why Erik is so set on capturing his old friend and partner in the war against Shaw: Charles is no bearer, and he’s disinclined to aid Erik in firmly establishing mutant supremacy once and for all.

Charles, however, is all too aware of Erik’s reasons. Erik knows things about him that no one else does–things which, if brought to light, would would mean surrendering far more than just a kingdom.

Ritual in Self-Torture – TurtleTotem

Summary: Shaw is King, Charles is his royal consort and Erik is a Knight/Lord. Shaw is sterile but his kingdom can’t find out, so he asks Erik to impregnate Charles.

He doesn’t know Erik and Charles are in love.

City by the sea – Black_Betty

Summary: It never bothered Charles that he essentially belonged to someone else from birth. Ever since he could remember he had been told stories about the mysterious prince who was his betrothed, and who one day would be called husband. As he grew older, Charles caught his thoughts drifting away from lessons under strict tutors, his mind slipping into the hazy daydream of his life yet to come…

These ties, how fast they break – ikeracity

Summary: When Brian Xavier died, he left behind his widow and three children: Emma, Charles, and Raven. But having only omega-heirs, Brian’s estate is entailed away to a distant relative, Kurt Marko and his son Cain. Emma was supposed to provide for them by marrying the very wealthy Erik Lernsherr, but two days after the engagement was announced, Emma elopes with her lover Sebastian Shaw. Left penniless and their family’s reputation in shambles, the suitors stop courting and society shuns them. Charles is forced to seek employment as a governess (or the omega equivalent) to support his sister and mother.

Surprisingly, the only one willing to hire Charles is actually Emma’s jilted fiancee, who recently gained custody of his deceased sister and brother-in-law’s daughter, Anya. Erik wants the best for his niece, and recalls Charles to be a clever and accomplished gentleman, though he by no means lets Charles forget that he’s there at his charity, and one wrong move and Charles will be out on the streets.

Charles bonds with Anya, eventually bonding with Erik and then feelings happen until the Markos arrive to claim their inheritance, when Cain falls deeply in lust with Charles. Despite Cain being boorish, crude, and having no respect for social mores, Charles accepts Cain’s proposal. Now he has to deal with jealous!Erik and the humiliation of a fiancee who loudly discusses the scent of his heat in public and privately threatens to fuck him ‘til he bleeds so he can’t even walk without remembering to whom Charles belongs.

Comments: I adore this fic so much. Unfortunately, it’s unfinished but this is an amazing read, especially if you’re looking for a proper slow-burn. Also, this one is on the kinkmeme at LiveJournal, and the format is annoying. Please don’t let that stop you from reading it though!

#cherik #fic recs #cherik fic recs #slow-burn #asks

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writingamongther0ses · 3 years

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The Job

Summary: Sendura and his personal archaeologist finds a man for a job.

Notes: I will explain the timeline of this WIP...later.

-_-

The town was small. It wasn’t uncivilized by any idea. Instead, it was rugged, houses made of wood and clay brick. It was quiet in the night. Death Sendura walked through the town until he stopped in front of a tavern. It was the only loud place, sounds of fighting and music falling out. Next to him, a slender dark-haired woman stood.

“What are we doing here boss?” Doctor Sela Bellini asked. An amateur archaeologist, she had been working for Sendura for a few months now. “I know you said things had changed but why are we here?”

“I have a job for you. And I need someone else for another job. Stay out here.”

He stepped inside.

There was a riot going on inside. Everyone was fighting, something obviously triggering it some way or another that led to this bar fight. He had seen it hundreds of times before. There was a simple moment of pure chaos before someone noticed him. Eyes turned to him. Everyone froze. There was dead silence as they all stared at him.

“Nikolas Voska.”

The bartender pointed to a table. A path was formed as he stepped through. On the table, an unconscious blonde man was snoring. He stank of alcohol, a dark vest over his white shirt ripped to shreds. Sendura gave him a rough shake. He awoke with a snort, drunken eyes rolling open.

“Are you Nikolas Voska?”

“Yeeeppp…” He was clearly drunk.

The man used to be an Imperial spy before he decided to quit. He became a ‘freelance agent’. Why he didn’t just say ‘bounty hunter’ was beyond Sendura. But that didn’t matter now.

“Good. I don’t want to kill you accidentally.”

With the Quinn, he locked the door. Nobody moved before he lit up his saber. Even then, there was no escaping the slaughter.

Outside, Bellini winced at the screams.

Finally, it went silent. The doors opened and Sendura walked out. The smell of burnt flesh followed him. He dragged the snoring Voska behind him before dumping him in a water trough. The drunk woke up with a more sober yelp. “What the hell-” He looked up and went still at the sight of the Emperor’s right hand. “Well, you’re a surprise.”

“I have a job for you.”

“Sorry, can’t do it.” He leaned back with a tipsy smile. “I’m retired.”

The next minute, he yelped as he grabbed his collar. “Unretire.” There was no compromise. Voska quickly nodded, fear overpowering drunkenness. “Good. I need you to find a man.” He pulled out a holo, revealing the picture of an aging man. “Inspector Yang. I need him alive.”

“What he does?”

“Work with me.”

Voska looked up at him. “Am I going to die working for you?”

“If you cannot keep your mouth shut. If you can, depends on how useful you are to me.”

The man nodded. “Anything else?”

Sendura hesitated. For a minute, he debated about talking about the twins. He had no choice- he needed his daughters. He switched the holo to two other pictures. One was a candid picture of Kate. Clara’s picture was from a royal portrait. “These two rebels- Princess Clara Kumar and Kate Lowe. If you run into them, capture them. I want them alive.”

“Alive, got it.” Voska smiled up at the lord. “Hey, for your reputation, you’re pretty nice. Mind if I call you Uncle D?”

There was a moment of silence as Bellini tried to keep from laughing. Finally, Sendura let out a snarl and dropped Voska back into the water. “Get yourself decent.” He turned and stalked away, Bellini following.

The man let out a laugh, leaning back.

~`~`~

“I could’ve done that job.” She said, flipping switches to turn on the Vice. “What did you need him for?”

“I am sending you to Hante. Wildfire will meet you there, he’s trying to overthrow the government there.” Sendura watched as his employee lifted off. “There is an old Ventura temple there. I need you to grab a stardust crystal.”

Stardust crystals were once stars, which collapsed into points of light and brightness. The Quinn had reached out and squeezed, turning that light and brightness and heat into crystals that still carried a seed of stars. The Ventura used the crystals that fell to planets to forge their sabers.

There was a saber that still needed to be made. The twins shared his old saber, which wasn’t unusual. It was common for twins to share sabers. But there were usually two sabers, not one and a blaster.

“Rare.” Bellini said. “Gonna tell me why you need it?”

There was silence.

“Ah. Thought so.”

#writeblr #Among the Stars #science fiction #wip #character death

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wallacejwriting · 2 years

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I have finalized the class schedule for Wren, Jules, and Sabine's first year at Starmont. There are four schedules total, each with the same classes each semester but at different times, and this is Schedule C, technically.

Students start at Starmont at age fourteen, with very few exceptions, and attend for six years, graduating most often at twenty. The purpose of Starmont is to provide useful and comprehensive knowledge of the world, both magical and mundane, as well as train a witch in a given house's vocations so as to pursue magic occupations after graduation.

Over the course of first year, students take a total of 22 classes. 14 of these classes are full term classes, meaning they are taken 6 days a week for an entire term (or semester). 8 of these classes are half term classes, meaning they are taken three days a week and are paired off with other half term classes in the schedule.

Students take classes 6 of the 8 days a week. They have two days off: Clawday, which separates the half-term classes, and Lunday, which does the same in the other direction. Classes begin at 8am and run to 4pm each day, except in second semester, where classes start at 9:10am and pause at 4pm, then there is an hour long class from 10pm to 11pm. Anyone who takes Astronomy deals with this altered schedule.

First Year at Starmont

First year students at Starmont are not specialty witches or "house witches", as they are more commonly known. Instead, they are known as sprout witches and they spend the year learning about magic, as well as the magic of each house in preparation for when magic chooses their house at the end of first year.

Therefore, the purpose of many of the classes in first year is to provide an overview and an introductory dive into many subjects, while only delving deep into the more general and foundational parts of magic.

Below the cut, you'll find a list of all the first year classes and a brief description of them.

Spring Term - from Linawl 4 to Petel 27 (111 days)

Magic & Wellness (half-term) with Professor Cassandra Belmont (heartwitch)

A class devoted to understanding the connection between magic, spell casting, and the health of the witch - body, mind, and soul. Physical activity, nutrition education, mindfulness, yoga, that sort of thing, as well as how potions, pills, charms, and etc., all affect the body both immediately and over time

Introductory Broom Riding (half-term) with Professor Cassandra Belmont

Learning to ride a broom is an important part of every young witch's education. Brooms are the primary mode of transportation for many witches, as they are fast, low maintenance, and don't require the good will of maintenance workers for a smooth ride. This class teaches the basics of broom riding, broom safety, and broom travel and courtesy laws. A witch is not allowed to ride a broom at Starmont before passing this class.

Principles of Magic I (full term) with Professor Casimir Gagnon (hedgewitch)

An introduction to magic as a whole. The course includes a run-down of the basics of the seven houses, the various forms of magic they use, as well as information about spell types, dust types, the aether and aether dust in general, aethermals and familiars, and more.

Fundamental Mathematics (half-term) with Professor Keeva Halloran (tinkerwitch)

Due to the vast amount of math used in spellcasting and spell learning, it is paramount for witches to understand mathematics. This class also ensures that witches understand the arithmetic and other fundamentals needed to function in everyday society.

Geometry (half-term) with Professor Keeva Halloran

Geometry serves as the other foundational math course, teaching students about geometry in order to create and shape complex spells known also as arrays. The ability to create specific, intentional shapes of specific sizes and angles is the basis of all arrays, which is the basis of all advanced spellwork.

Herbology I (full term) with Professor Marceline Paquet (hedgewitch)

An introduction to the world of herbology. Students learn about plants and their magical properties and uses, as well as the basics of gardening with magical plants. Largely this class is focused on herbs and roots, as those are the easiest of the plants to learn. Much of the class takes place in the greenhouse.

Composition & Literacy I (full term) with Professor Theodora Charbonneau (dustwitch)

To prepare students for life, and assignments, this course teaches students to read closely and critically, write assignments and reports, research for assignments in both their own books and the library, manage time for assignments, and make coherent and comprehensive arguments for their views.

Runology I (full term) with Professor Marion Charbonneau (tinkerwitch)

The most magical class of first semester, to many. Runology teaches students many of the most common runes for magic, as well as the basics of casting spells. It teaches how to draw the runes, what direction they must be pointed, as well as how to conjure them with the mind. Some of the runes include Mend, Light, and Clear.

Harvest Term - from Glosta 16 to Harron 2 (103 days)

History of Magic I (full term) with Professor Alphonse Bonheur (craftwitch)

An introductory and cursory look at the history of magic, witches, and our knowledge of the aether. As well, it includes how humanity figured out magic, and some of the wars caused over the use and distribution of dust. It also touches on modern problems, such as the decline in witches and magic.

Runic Geometry I (full term) with Professor Marion Charbonneau

The first class to combine runes and geometry to create arrays, more complex spells that allow for the combination, connection, and alteration of multiple runes. This class focuses on how the act of encircling a rune creates an array with much more possibility and much more mental concentration and decision in using it. The beginning of connecting runes is also taught.

Potions & Pharmaceuticals I (full term) with Professor Casimir Gagnon

Creating potions, poultices, salves, pills, and other forms of organic concoction is a long-standing tradition for witches. This course teaches the basics of potion making and how to create some of the most common and useful potions. Learning to measure, mix, boil, cook, dice, and weigh ingredients is an involved process and takes a great deal of concentration.

Animal Biology I (half term) with Madame Lilou Fortier (wildwitch)

Learning the basics of animal biology, including mammals, birds, fish, and some reptiles. It largely sticks to things native to Mokeno and particularly the area Starmont and its students are from. It does not delve into magical animals, though everyone wishes it did.

Human Biology I (half term) with Professor Halima Singh (heartwitch)

Learning the basics of human biology, as we understand it, including the reproductive system, sex ed, digestive system, lungs and heart, the brain, as well as how magic travels through each of these and interacts with them.

Fundamentals & Principles of Art (full term) with Professor Edith Mandel (craftwitch)

For an entire term, students learn the basics of many art skills, showing them enough to see if their interest lies with them. Examples include painting, sketching, sculpture, pottery, woodworking, metalworking, knitting, sewing, embroidery, and more. When students find something they enjoy, they are free to continue pursuing it instead of trying others.

Astronomy I (full term) with Professor Bashar Shukri (tinkerwitch)

The stars and constellations form the backbone of all magic. Understanding them is key to understanding how to alter arrays. Spells are shaped based on the constellations, and in this class students learn the basics of spotting and identifying constellations, the movement of the stars, how it connects to magic and spellcasting, and how it deepens magic. They also learn the construction and importance of the most common constellations in spellwork.

Winter Term - from Harron 20 to Sihen 6 (111 days)

Runology II (full term) with Professor Marion Charbonneau

Now that students understand basic runes and runic geometry, more advanced and powerful runes can be taught. This course focuses on teaching foundational runes that will be used in upper year classes, as well as runes that are useful in a wider variety of situations. There is also work on how runes combine in arrays to form powerful spells.

History of Mokeno I (full term) with Professor Alphonse Bonheur

An introductory and cursory overview of Mokeno's long and rich history, including its several wars. There is also some focus on modern problems, such as the decline of witches in the country and the lack of Veilwitches. However, most of the class focuses on the founding of Mokeno and the big wars leading up to its present day.

Fundamentals of Magicanics (full term) with Professor Keeva Halloran

Students are taught how mechanics and machines combine with magic. Students are taught about machinery and mechanics, including basic pulley systems, gears, etc., and then are taught to supplement these things with magic. Very physics based.

Application of Magic in Art (full term) with Professor Edith Mandel

A second art course which focuses on how to enhance and alter art with magic. Students are taught how to combine their magic with artworks and to create artwork which uses magic at its foundation, or considers magic at its foundation.

Life of Magical Creatures (half-term) with Professor Gabin Laurent (wildwitch)

A course designed as a supplement to Animal Biology I, this time with focus on magical creatures. Creatures include dragons, griffins, phoenixes, and more, including both more common and rarer magical creatures. The class is designed to give an overview of how these creatures work, how they differ, how their magic works, and then go in-depth with a couple of common ones.

Finding & Feeding Familiars (half-term) with Professor Gabin Laurent

Almost all witches eventually end up with a familiar and not having one is seen as a failure as a witch. This course is designed to help students learn to find their familiar, if they haven't already, as well as how to care for their familiar, raise it, train it, and ensure it doesn't act out their worst desires.

Hex Defense I (full term) with Professor Yvette Travere (thornwitch)

The class people talk about from day one: Hex Defense. This course is designed to begin training young witches to face off against combative magic - the legal kind, including invocations and familiar battles, and the illegal kind, hexes, curses, and jinxes. Primarily, this is a defense focused class, and it works with wards and spatial awareness.

#worldbuilding #amwriting #writeblr #fantasy wip #fantasy writing #series: paths made of stardust #wip: paths made of stardust

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wanderingcas · 7 years

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Week 5: Rarepairs!

[Thank you, everyone, for your wonderful submissions to Week 5 of Spn Fanfic Submission Thursday!! So many wonderful fics in this list, with so many pairings! If you want to participate in next week’s fic submissions, check out the schedule!

Please signal boost so we can get these great fics circulating!]

Cas/Benny

What If by @galaxystiel

What if, before Castiel fell, he arranged for Benny to be pulled from purgatory and resurrected?

Teen and Up. 741 words. (Complete)

[canon divergence, implied past sexual encounters]

Dean/Benny

Where We Are by @envydean

Benny’s just got married to Andrea. Dean gets drunk at the reception and ends up telling more than he wanted during his best man’s speech.

Teen and Up. 2.9k words. (Complete)

[Accidental Love Confessions, Angst, Happy Ending, Reuniting]

Enough by @coffeeandcas

Dean is the new cop on the block and has only been at his new job for three weeks. Already he’s made three epic screw-ups and has drawn the attention of his boss. Deputy Lafitte, who Dean has been dating for a while now outside of work, calls him into the office and reprimands him, then asks him to make a very interesting choice…

Explicit. 9.5k words. (Complete)

[Sub!Dean, Dom!Benny, BDSM, rope bondage, spanking, leather, sub drop]

found by @babybluecas

Purgatory has still got its hold on Dean, but it’s another embrace he ends up in at night.

Teen and Up. 1.1k words. (Complete)

[canon based, established relationship]

Sam/Eileen

Morning at Brookdale by @braezenkitty

Sam and Eileen wake up and get reacquainted.

Explicit. 715 words. (Complete)

[Shameless Smut, Gratuitous Smut, Heterosexual Sex, Morning Sex]

What Did Sam Do This Time? by @ialwayscomewhenyoucall

Mature. 1.2k words. (Complete)

[Fluff and Angst, MoL Bunker, implied destiel]

Dean/Cas/Jimmy

One and One Make Three by @braezenkitty

Dean’s crushing hardcore on his friend, Cas. He doesn’t know him all that well since they only met at the start of the semester a few weeks earlier, but seeing Cas in classes four days a week was bound to affect him. He’s smart, goofy and charismatic, but somehow also serious and socially clueless; he’s athletic with the body to prove it; and he’s fucking gorgeous with the bluest eyes Dean has ever seen. In other words, he’s a total catch and way too good for Dean.

Dean is resolved to suffer his crush in silence until it goes away. Only it doesn’t, of course, because when is Dean Winchester’s life ever easy or simple? That’s when he finds out the person he thought was Cas is actually two people—identical twins. When the twins realize Dean’s blunder, they decide to have a little fun. They refuse to reveal the other twin’s name until Dean earns the right to know it. Which means Dean’s stuck doing their bidding until they decide to have mercy on him.

Explicit. 25.5k words. (Complete)

[Mildly Dubious Consent, Twincest, Blow Jobs, Dean in Panties, College AU]

The Case of the Masked Swordsman by @jhoomwrites

There’s a strange, masked swordsman acting as a vigilante in Richmond. The man fights the prevalent corruption in local mining towns and is suspected of helping men escape their indentured servitude for new lives. In all honesty, Dean admires the man’s efforts, but he’s been tasked with investigating the claims and bringing the masked man to justice.

Mature. 9k words. (Complete)

[twincest, historical!au, zorro!au, blowjobs, minor michael/anna]

Love at First sight by @fpwoper

Dean Winchester is the owner of his own car restoration store slash garage, aptly named “Winchester Cars”. His brother, Sam, and best friends have all moved away from the medium-sized city he lives in, and Dean is lonely. He’s not coping very well - J.N., a porn actor slash lingerie model, is profiting a lot from his lonely nights - and the only person keeping him happy is Charlie, his best friend. Their Skype conversations don’t always help, though. One night, after being pressured by Charlie to finally go out, Dean strikes out again. He decides to just give up and wanders around the city until he finds a bar he likes, and enters. He decides to go in and hope for the best - maybe he’ll find someone there…

Explicit. 28.5k words. (Complete)

[cas and jimmy don’t know if they are related, confused identities, jimmys a porn star]

Some Things Last by @rosemoonweaver

Jimmy Novak had nearly everything he’d ever wanted; a decent job, a beautiful daughter, and a boyfriend he adored. But his father’s sudden death threatens to destroy the things he holds most dear when he’s forced to come face-to-face with his past and the one person he never wanted to have to face again: his brother.

Castiel Novak had been managing life just fine. It hadn’t been going the way he’d expected, but still, things were fine. That was of course until his father died and he was back in the same room as his twin brother, Jimmy, and all that managing was a little harder to do. Between his brother, his memories, and his brother’s gorgeous new boyfriend, Castiel was fairly certain it’s only a matter of time before something snaps.

Dean Winchester thought he’d had things relatively figured out. He was in love and more than ready to take the next step with his boyfriend, until he found out about that twin brother his boyfriend had never mentioned. There’s some kind of damage between the two of them, shaking Jimmy up and messing with his head. Dean is determined to find out what and hopefully fix it. Now all he has to do is figure it out and not fall for the wrong twin in the process.

Explicit. 61.7k words. (Complete)

[Past Child Abuse, Infidelity, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Lovers to Enemies, Enemies to Lovers]

Sam/Dean/Cas

Dean's a Secret Romantic by @fragments-of-stardust

Valentine’s Day is coming up, and Sam wants to take Cas on a date. Dean grudging agrees, and they plan out the date in earnest.

“Are those heart-shaped pancakes?” Sam asked him, an eyebrow raised in disbelief. “Are you, Dean No-Romance Winchester, making heart-shaped pancakes?”

Explicit. 4.1k words. (WIP)

[Established Relationship, Shower Sex, Flustered Dean]

To Fall Down At Your Door by @samanddeaninpanties

Dean is Cas’s submissive and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He’s never been conventional by any stretch of the word, so why follow along with the way Alphas are expected to behave? Their dynamic works for them. Screw anyone who says an Omega should never dominate an Alpha. When a homeless Alpha enters Dean’s Artisan Bakery it bothers him more than he cares to admit. Cas insists Dean wouldn’t hurt anyone unless he didn’t have a choice. Alphas don’t usually mate because it tends to lead to injury or death. So, the attraction he’s feeling doesn’t matter. Self-preservation does and despite Cas believing it wouldn’t end badly Dean doesn’t wanna take the chance. Some lines aren’t meant to be crossed. Unfortunately, that’s easier said than done, especially since Cas has decided he’s gonna fuck Sam.

Explicit. 5k words. (WIP)

[Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, bottom!Dean, switch!Cas, switch!Sam, voyeurism, porn with feelings]

Warnings: under-negotiated kink in chapter 3 (but fully consensual)

Dean/Jake Peralta (Crossover)

What happens in Brooklyn.... by @procasdeanating

Dean's hunting a vamp in NYC. A cop named Jake crosses his path …

Teen and Up. 1.3k words. (Complete)

[Brooklyn 99 Crossover, Love Confessions, POV Dean Winchester]

Balthazar/Gabriel

Oh, Won't You Please Take Me Home by @bold-sartorial-statement

Balthazar meets Gabriel in the angel afterlife. Snarkiness ensues.

Teen and Up. 1.2k words. (Complete)

[Afterlife, Fluff and Crack]

Warnings: Hate sex fantasies, Rape fantasies (all actual sexual activity is consensual), Canonical Character Death

Sam/Gabriel

I'll Be Your Iocaste by @bold-sartorial-statement

Sam finds out why Gabriel really eats candy, and he doesn’t like the answer

General audiences. 200 words. (Complete)

[Oedipal Issues, Family Issues, Emotional Manipulation, No Wincest]

Castiel/Jimmy/Dean/Sam

An’ It Harm None, Do What Ye Will by @intotheruins

People are disappearing into a forest outside a small town in northern Michigan, and they aren’t coming back out. When Sam and Dean question the locals, they’re told all kinds of tales about the different fae folk who live in the woods, and nearly all of them could be responsible. In the end, they have no choice but to go into the forest themselves.

The trees speak. Pixies giggle at them from sunbeams and mutated fae attack without warning, and the forest won’t let them leave. The only safe place is the home of a pair of witch twins who save them from a kelpie, but even their protections might not be enough to keep the forest out.

Explicit. 28.7k words. (Complete)

[Alternate Canon, Witch Jimmy, Witch Castiel, Magic, Case Fic, Outdoor Sex, Fae & Faeries, Autistic Castiel]

Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Sibling Incest

Meg/Cas

Fireworks by @deansleather

While celebrating the Fourth of July, Cas finally gets some alone time with Meg. He can’t help but confront his feelings for her, no matter their differences.

Teen and Up. 1k words. (Complete)

[fluff, firework show, pining, a dirty joke, kissing]

Hard Feelings by @funnywings

Meg’s bargained her way out of a life of crime and into WitSec, but with the caveat that she has to deal with a fed living with her to make sure she doesn’t run before she testifies. Cas is strange, but maybe he’s growing on her.

Teen and Up. 4.6k words. (Complete)

[Fake/Pretend Relationship, Falling in Love, Witness Protection]

Balthazar/Castiel

Semper Fidelis by @darkheartinthesky

Balthazar only ever saw Castiel cry three times

Teen and Up. 2.7k words. (Complete)

[Season 6, Introspective, Angst. Canonical Character Death]

Dean/Crowley

On the Lemonade by @thayerkerbasy

The Mark of Cain so generously gave Crowley a brand new Knight of Hell, but the bromance was up to him.

Teen and Up. 1.7k words. (Complete)

[Crowley, demon!Dean, pre-slash, bromance, pre-episode 10x01]

Slowly, then all at once by @hekate1308

Dean lives an orderly life. As a single omega close to forty, he knows exactly who he will end up being: the respectable spinster, the adoring uncle. He got over any small regrets years ago. To say he expects no change would be an understatement.

And yet it arrives in the most unexpected of ways - the arrival of a confirmed bachelor in the neighbourhood.

General Audiences. 2.7k words. (Complete)

[Regency AU, past Dean Winchester/Aaron Bass]

Castiel/Sam

Christmas Dreams by @lies-unfurl

Ever since coming back human from Purgatory, Castiel has been in a depressive fugue. Sam takes it upon himself to cheer him up, but his plans get somewhat sidetracked when he, Dean, and Castiel are sent on a hunt for Bigfoot.

Teen and Up. 17.5k words. (Complete)

[Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Christmas, Bigfoot - Freeform, Cuddling & Snuggling]

Burn by @wearingdeantoprom

Castiel is a WW2 Paratrooper from the 1st Canadian Parachute Battalion. His mission is to drop in to help the Allied forces re-gain the Ardennes. When He and Dean are ordered to assist a sniper take a strategic position, Tragedy strikes. When Cas wakes up in a hospital in Britain, He is in pain and has no idea what happened to his friend Dean.

Explicit. 23.2k words. (Complete)

[Hurt/Comfort - Hurt Castiel - Nurse!Sam - Paratrooper!Cas - Bottom!Cas - Top!Sam - Suicidal thoughts - plans of suicide - Masturbation - Power imbal]

Learning Curve by @rosemoonweaver

Sam Harvelle-Winchester finally got his first job teaching at North Star Academy, one of the best private schools in the city. It’s a good job but the issue is Castiel Novak, the fifth-grade teacher down that hall he’s absolutely smitten with, but probably doesn’t have a chance with. After so many awful dating experiences, Sam just doesn’t have it in him to ask him out and even if he did, there’s always the chance that Sam’s sex would be an issue anyway.

Teen and Up. 13.7k words. (Complete) [Non-traditional A/B/O, A/B/O, alpha!Cas, beta!Sam, homophobia, anti-beta sentiment, Suicidal Thoughts, teacher!Sam, teacher!Cas, referenced drug use, referenced alcoholism, fluff]

Dude-Flick Moment by @osirisapollo

Dean comes home early and finds Sam and Castiel in the shower. Together. He decides to ask his brother about it, while making it as painful for him as possible.

Mature. 2k words. (Complete)

[Sexual Humor, Euphemisms, Dean Finds Out, Secret Relationship]

Charlie/Dorothy

Bird by @justrandomspnstuff

“It wasn’t the first time a child had been abandoned in front of the fire station. It broke her heart every time, but she thought she’d never seen anything so cruel as the scene in front of her:

The blue-eyed toddler held a dead bird in his arms like a teddy bear, chubby cheeks stained with salt from crying.”

After a long shift at the fire station, Charlie finds abandoned little Cas.

Teen and Up. 1.5k words. (Complete)

[Toddler!Cas, Toddler!Dean, Firefighter Charlie, Darlie, Angel!Cas, Married Darlie]

Lucifer/Sam

Music of the Night by @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell

Sam and Lucifer take a night to themselves.

Explicit. 2.3k words. (Complete)

[Explicit Sexual Content, married life, Phantom of the Opera inspired, Love Making]

Lucifer's Lullabye by @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell

Sam can’t sleep.

Teen and Up. 1k words. (Complete)

[Angst, Canon Divergent, Alcohol Abuse, Insomnia, Separation, Set Sometime after Season 7, Lucifer In the Cage]

Lucifer/Michael

Just Call Me Angel by @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell

Lucifer is Michael’s Angel of the Morning

Mature. 2.6k words. (Complete)

[Inspired by Juice Newton Song, Angst, Canon-Compliant to a point, ABO, Alpha!Michael, Omega!Lucifer, Michifer, Samifer, Plot Twists, Alpha!Sam]

Dean/Castiel/Benny

Doctor Novak And Officer Lafitte Book The Criminal by @mydrunkendean

Benny had a sly grin on his face as he took a duffle bag from Castiel and opened it up to reveal a set of chains and a belt. “You okay with this, Chief?” Benny asked in his southern drawl that always seemed to make Dean melt. “It’ll just be what we spoke a out last week,” Castiel added even though Dean remembered exactly what had been said in that conversation. “I’m good. Green for go.”

Explicit. 4k words. (Complete)

[Doctor Roleplay, Police Officer Roleplay, dub-con roleplay, Sub!Dean, switch!cas, Dom!benny, Anal Sex, Coming Untouched, Aftercare]

Dean/Castiel/Cain

Handmade by @mydrunkendean

Cain has made something very special and he gets Cas to try it out. Dean wants nothing more than to hear the beautiful noises Cas will be making.

Explicit. 2.2k words. (Complete)

[Polyamory, Dildos, Light Bondage, Anal Sex, blindfold, dom!Cain, Sub!Dean, sub!cas, switch!dean, Coming Untouched, Cock Cages, Chastity]

Dean/Dean

Hear Me by @lies-unfurl

Dean tries to give himself what he needs.

Explicit. 1.9k words. (Complete)

[Dean/Endverse!Dean, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Frottage, Praise Kink]

Warnings: past prostitution, torture in Hell, heavily implied depression

You Should Ditch the Suspenders by @hells-keeper

He doesn’t know how and why, but he’s somehow there, with himself, but completely different. How does he get back? Does he even want to?

Teen and Up audience. 947 words. (Complete)

[kissing, WIP, Deancest, reference to endverse/Croatoan]

Partition by @deanirae

When the leviathans were deciding who goes play Sam and who goes play Dean, the monster who tried for Sam, but got the older brother instead, happened to find himself quite fascinated when he saw what kind of a man he’s meant to deal with. Going off on a solitary leviathan hunt, Dean didn’t know what’s going on… until he did. A life collision with Dean Winchester always seems to take an unexpected turn.

Mature. 2.4k words. (Complete)

[Dean Winchester/Leviathan, Dean Winchester/Dean Winchester, season 7]

Michael/Dean

Share My Body With You by @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell

Michael and Dean take some “alone” time with each other

Explicit. 1.2k words. (Complete)

[Masturbation, Body Sharing, Season 5 Divergent, Dirty Talk, Snark]

Charlie/Dean/Sam

Perfect Arrangement by @purgatoan

Dean and Charlie are married. They couldn’t be happier, performing as Rose and Jack, and taking care of their daily lives. One day, Samuel Campbell, one of the big fish in the industry, offers to become their manager. However, he soon transforms from the manager to a friend and undeniable attraction between all of them seems to push them into a state that everyone could easily describe as more than friends.

Explicit. 6.3k words. (Complete)

[fluff and smut, unrelated Sam/Dean, drag king!Charlie, drag queen!Dean, bi!Charlie, fingering, barebacking, top!Sam, switch!Dean]

Jody/Sam

Like a River’s Song by @samhedrin

Sometimes Sam has trouble scrubbing off the dirt and grime from the tough life he’s led. But when he’s with Jody, he doesn’t feel like he needs to.

Teen and Up. 1k words. (Complete)

[canon!fic, PTSD, flashbacks to torture]

Sam Winchester/Max

Stone by Stone by @dreamsfromthebunker

Who the hell moves an entire castle from the Rhine to goddamn Missouri? Dean, Sam, Donna and Max don’t know, but a free vacation is a free vacation. Unless there’s German ghosts, possessions, and unfortunate hotel staff, which mean the week away from the hunting life is gonna have to wait.

Explicit. 8.3k words. (Complete)

[Dubious Consent; Case Fic; Haunting; Possession; side pair of Dean/Donna; Season 12]

Sam Winchester/Sarah Blake

True Love Delayed for a Little While by @funnywings

A Princess Bride AU in which Sam is the farm boy and Sarah is the bride to be of King Michael.

Teen and up. 11k words. (WIP)

[temporary MCD, Action, True Love, Humor]

Sam Winchester/Jessica Moore

First, Last by @ellis-park

“Hey, like, not to be rude, but I can’t see around your hair.”

Those are the first words Jessica Moore, art history senior, says to Sam Winchester, pre-law junior.

Teen and Up. 2.6k words. (Complete)

[Canon Character Death, canon compliant, fluff&angst, implied sexual content]

Dean/Cassie

These Arms of Mine by @fromashell

Dean comes home to Cassie after a trying job.

Explicit. 3k words. (Complete)

[Smut, PWP]

#week 5: spn rarepairs #signal boost #awesome fics guys!!#a lot of you weren't able to be tagged #sorry about that #it might be tumblr ??#i'm not sure #<33 #fanfic submission thursday

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cosmicallybrownie · 7 years

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Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (or however many you have altogether). See if there are any patterns. Then, tag your favorite authors.

I was tagged by @haikyuuaus, @giventheocean, and @astarisms im crying thank u guys so much i love u guys

im gonna tag @soulswimm-r, @skelegiel, @natantrash and anyone else who likes this!

I’m gonna be using wips and fic requests and multiple chapters of things, so strap in.

1. Untitled (wip) | Satan and Me

It was funny how one kiss could taste so much like forever.

2. Natan request | Satan and Me

“No.”

3. For a Good Time | ch. 5 | Satan and Me

The sunrise grated against Lucifer’s nerves as he squinted against its unrelenting assault through the smallest crack in the yellowed blinds, and he consciously shifted his attention back to Natalie and loosened his grip on the cheap McDonald’s coffee cup he was threatening to crush.

4. stardust (paint the sky in your fight) | Satan and Me

The vines of the forest parted before him, then concealed the wandering path that he haphazardly cut through the heavy trees.

5. Natan request | Satan and Me

The cheap motel room smelled like flowers from a can, and the air freshener sitting conspicuously on the TV stand confirmed the theory.

6. Natan request (NSFW) | Satan and Me

“Wait, wait,” Natalie gasped, grasping at Lucifer’s hair as he kissed his way down her stomach, scorching the skin below his mouth and leaving her smoldering.

7. Natan request | Satan and Me

Lucifer’s head was in Natalie’s lap, listening to the even pitch of her breathing as the summer evening dimmed around them, making the field stretching in front of them light up with fireflies.

8. Natan request | Satan and Me

She wasn’t waking up.

9. Natan request (NSFW) | Satan and Me

Natalie’s strangled gasp was swallowed by Lucifer’s mouth pressing against hers, burning hot in his confidence and as he undid the button on the front of Natalie’s white shorts, he could feel her body tense against his.

10. Natan request (NSFW) | Satan and Me

Lucifer curled his fingers around the hair at the base of Natalie’s neck and tilted her face to the side, gently kissing a lazy line down her jaw to her collarbone.

11. Sheipos request | Satan and Me

Sheila’s hands were warm against Ipos’ chest, and the familiar weight of his laughter made her feel like he was fire from within, threatening to consume her with him.

12. For a Good Time | ch. 4 | Satan and Me

The sky shattered into a million fragments of light through the clouds that overcast morning.

13. Lailix request | Satan and Me

Amusement played across Laila’s face as she leaned off the couch to hover over Felix – who insisted, insisted, on sitting on the floor for the movie.

14. Ganthea request | Satan and Me

Anthea was dead.

15. Natan request | Satan and Me

Lucifer’s hands curled into helpless fists at his sides as Natalie turned away from him, his previous words biting into her skin like bullets.

16. Natan request | Satan and Me

Lucifer could feel the press of Natalie’s skin against his acutely, like the dim light from the TV was muting his senses along with it.

17. Natan request | Satan and Me

Lucifer was guarded, always guarded so carefully that Natalie swore that even after all the days they spent together in her tiny bedroom, she never saw the same Lucifer twice.

18. Natan request | Satan and Me

“Come on out, Natalie, you’re my contractee until you decide what’s worth selling your soul for.”

19. Natan request | Satan and Me

Blackness curled in the corners of Lucifer’s vision, turning his previous tranquility to unrestrained fear, and he lashed out, throwing blankets off his lap and onto the floor as he tumbled out of the nightmares that tasted too real.

20. For a Good Time | ch. 3 | Satan and Me

The muggy humidity of the carefully controlled greenhouse plastered the loose strands of hair that had escaped from the loose bun to Natalie’s face, and she didn’t bother to wipe them away as she crouched over a hanging plant.

Well for patterns, I guess i either start with description or i start with dialogue lmao

#here it is sorry it took so long oops #hot off the presses #tagged 4 me #oops i didnt realize how many requests i had answers until all of these were JUST REQUESTS #natan #satan and me

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ofseaandsky · 7 years

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Fic: Rain

So I wrote a thing. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt a really strong desire to write anything that isn’t my current HP Marauders WIP so I embraced it and went with it. It’s rough and I’m the only one who has read through it. I wasn’t going to post it, but I’m trying this new “being courageous” thing so I thought it was worth a go!

It’s mainly a response for my nerves in anticipation of Roan’s fate I think. I would say it’s mainly introspective Clarke, but with a RoanxClarke pairing.

The usual disclaimers apply: Nothing is mine.

Rain

Clarke Griffin was born in space. In the metallic, climate-controlled, dry world of artificial gravity and the constant dull hum of a massive engine working its hardest to keep a desperate few alive despite all odds against them. Every day follows a similar pattern to the one before; deviations were small and rarely unexpected. Every part of her life was regulated. What she ate, what she wore, what she read, what she learned. Sure, there was an illusion of freedom to be had on the Ark. You were free to love and laugh and bond with friends. There were movies and books and games carefully preserved and somewhat surreal memories of a world they would never know to be their own.

One day she discovered an old fragmented file of books which were nothing near educational or supposedly worth her time while searching the archives for a text on regional botany. It was not Ovid, Shakespeare, Rowling or King. It was a collection of romance novels which were apparently kept for the simple reason that it was important to keep every part of life Before. She read through them with an appetite she had never known she was capable of. The books were horrible, clichéd and nothing but endless cotton candy for her overly scientific mind. If her mother found her reading one of them she would have been furious. But they made her dream. Until she fell to earth, it was the only taste of rebellious freedom she had had.

The first time she felt rain was the moment a new part of her came alive. It was only a few nights after their explosive arrival onto the ground. The delinquents were busy setting up camp but had abandoned efforts for a few hours of rest. Clarke couldn’t sleep. She hated being inside the metal walls now that the world was so full of life and noise and clean fresh air that no book could have prepared her for.

She had noticed a change in the weight of the air around her that afternoon, but so much was new that it was hard to understand its significance. It smelled heady and more pronounced. She gave up her battle to sleep before it started and sat near the fire pit watching sparks chase each other through the flames when the first drop of rain hit her nose.

The slow pitter-patter amazed her. Showers heavily regulated on the Ark. There was not enough provision for water to be used for such mundane reasons. Every drop was accounted for and recycled. But Clarke had treasured every second of her three-minute time slot under the rush of water every other day. And she should have recognized the meaning of the small droplet on the tip of her nose. It was horribly stereotypical after all.

The blonde peered up into the darkness above her and startled as another drop fell on her forehead. It was soon followed by a steady pitter-patter of drops that quickly turned into a deluge of water pouring from the sky. And Clarke, born in dry, empty space, sat smiling madly up, eyes closed as tiny rivers flowed down her cheeks, soaking through her hair and clothes making her so deliciously and thoroughly wet.

She stretched out her hands, palms up, capturing the water as it fell in glorious abundance from the sky and reveled a feeling she couldn’t name. She was home.

She opened her eyes when she sensed the heat of another person next to her; it was amazing how in tune she was to the differences in temperature around her here on earth. Bellamy Blake loomed over her, dark eyes painted with an unreadable expression that was far from hostile.

“It’s raining,” Clarke smiled widely up at him in awe, too wrapped up in how amazing it was feeling the drops hitting her skin was to worry about the moody older boy.

She closed her eyes again, allowing the sensation setting her skin and heart to life to engulf her once again. She heard him huff out a nonverbal reply and the rustle of fabric moving as he shifted beside her. When she glanced over at her silent companion, she saw that he too had turned his face up toward the rain, allowing the cool beads to slip down the angular planes of his face. His lips were turned up in a soft smile.

It was a moment Clarke carried with her for many years to come, to remind herself of the simple joy of being on earth. How much potential was held in the cleansing drops that fell from the sky and nourished the earth below their feet.

The gag in her mouth rubbed against her dry lips, causing the already cracked skin to burn. She glared daggers into the back of her captor’s head as he tugged her along behind him. She would find a way to escape him. To get away from the man whose sharp eyes saw too much and glinted with dangerous knowledge.

“You could read the weight of a man through his eyes if he lets you, Clarke,” her father had once told her. “It will do you good to learn to be wary of those who choose hide too much or nothing at all.” A week later he was dead and the lesson was forever ingrained in her.

As they trudged through the fields towards a destination only her captor knew, the sky above them changed from blue to pewter, dark clouds gathering quickly and heavily above. She had learned in her short time down on earth it signaled an imminent, and often violent, storm. Her captor seemed aware as well as he searched for shelter, the first few heavy drops of rain smattering down on the ground around them. A dense copse of trees seemed to serve his purpose as he pulled Clarke in close beneath the canopy as the full weight of the rainstorm unleashed itself.

Rain poured down in sheets, obscuring the view of the area around them, dampening the noises of the forest in the dull roar that came with it. It would mask the steps of anyone fleeing or attempting to come up behind them. Clarke threw a calculating look at the man beside her.

“You don’t stand a chance,” he said, those haunted pale eyes scanning the world around them beyond their sanctuary from the worst of the storm.

Clarke shook her head in denial, not giving voice to her disagreement, but knowing that he was right. She stared at him a moment longer, annoyed when he refused to spare her a glance, before she settled with her back against the tree. They would wait here until the worst of the rain was over, of that she was certain.

Clarke’s attention then focused on the rain instead. She allowed the noise to fill her mind and leave her with a pleasant buzz of empty thought, her mind a little quieter, less filled to the brim with the screams of the people who suffered under her command.

Wanheda.

Commander of Death.

What a title to be bestowed. She felt the bubble of sick rise in her throat as it always did after hearing it. The screams of the dying echoing in her mind as images of bodies distorted and burned as they melted in the radiation flickered behind her unseeing eyes. She shifted forward and stretched her bound hands out to the edge of the tree line, where fats drops were steadily dripping in, catching the stray beams of light enough to fill them with life for the second before they slipped and shattered on the ground below.

If that wasn’t a metaphor for herself and all the children of the stars she didn’t know what would be. If she was honest with herself, she was the one who deserved the soul-shattering impact the most. To fall apart into molecular pieces of stardust, lost to this harsh and all-consuming land below her feet. Left to feed the world around them and become a whisper of memory on the breeze.

“Heavy thoughts, Wanheda?” the low, deep rumble of her captor’s voice startled her out of her own mind and back into her body where her outstretched fingers were decorated in a myriad of tiny raindrops, creating a path down her arm and to the ground in a steady drip.

She glared at him, refusing to talk when she was gagged, which caused a smile to crack the scarred and sharp face, surprisingly wide and full of mirth. She had thought him utterly incapable of it. Deft fingers dug into the back of her gag and released her mouth to grant him an answer. She stayed quiet for a long time after the gag was removed, watching the rain.

“The first time it rained after we came to earth,” Clarke started, breaking the silence that had again settled over the pair, ignoring his initial inquiry. “I stayed out all night. I knew I would probably get sick, and I did, but I couldn’t bear to stay inside when I was finally experiencing something I had dreamed about since I first heard about it.”

She didn’t expect him to respond. He had turned hard eyes toward her when she spoke, one eyebrow arched.

“I can’t imagine life without it,” Roan said, the smallest hint of astonishment in his voice. He pulled a bag of dried meat from his pocket and started eating. Clarke glared as he continued, “Or snow, or wind, or even blistering heat. A life without would seem empty.”

“It was,” Clarke confirmed. “I didn’t know it until I experienced the earth. But it was. The ship was just metal and cold. Nothing felt like it had life. But one minute on the ground was all it took to see that this is what life was always supposed to be. We were never meant to live in space. To run and hide like cowards.”

He didn’t say anything, just watched her closely with sharp, calculating eyes. When she met his gaze and refused to back down, he grinned again, eyes softening a little before he leaned back against the tree to ride out the storm. He took another piece of meat from the pouch and tossed the rest to her. She wanted to ignore the offer but her stomach growled rather loudly so she warily chewed a piece of the offered meat. She still didn’t trust him not to poison her, but she was starving.

When the rain cleared hours later he didn’t gag her again until they reached the gates of Polis.

Clarke was watching the rain outside fall steadily from the doors leading to the balcony. She was back in Polis. Back under Lexa’s watchful eye. To what purpose she was unsure, and she was equally uncertain how she felt about it at the moment. Part of her felt the thrill of attraction and all it carried with it, but another part was wary of the sudden and overpowering interest the young woman had in her.

“Is this something common to you on rainy days?” Roan’s deep rumble started her from her thoughts, and she watched him approach. He looked from her out to the storm outside as if it made his question any clearer.

“It helps clear the mind I find,” she replied evasively. “I used to read about it in meditation journals and I’ll admit I often borrowed the audio files on the Arc.”

“Do you miss it?” he asked, leaning against the windowpane next to her, eyes on the storm outside. He wore a fur vest over a tight fitting shirt, accentuating his lean musculature. Clarke couldn’t help but notice when she had become acquainted with just what the warrior prince hid under all those layers after witnessing his somewhat savage form of personal first aid.

“The Ark?” Clare asked, frowning. He didn’t confirm or deny so she continued. “I don’t miss space, but I miss reading. I miss game nights, school and movies. My father. And knowing I was safe when I came home at night. When life was more simple, I guess.”

He hummed a reply of sorts, ever enigmatic but his eyes appeared a little farther away, lost to his own recollections.

“Do you miss home?” she asked, tracing the paths the rain made on the window. She didn’t think he would answer; he was always the stoic during her time in his company. She assumed a heavy sigh was his way of not answering, so when he spoke up again next to her it surprised her into meeting his gaze.

“Sometimes,” he acknowledged, eyes flicking back outside. “Like you I miss the things a child misses about their home. And I miss my people.”

Clarke nodded, but she didn’t think he saw the motion, lost in contemplation. She eyed the door to the balcony and was suddenly overcome with the need to be out in the heart of the chaotic wind and rain. She smiled and made her decision, quickly taking a few long strides to the door and pulling it open with a little too much glee.

The wind was bracing as high up as she was and the rain was icy cold and felt like needles against her exposed skin and face. But she raised her eyes up to the heavens and spread her arms wide, allowing the falling water to cascade around her. The laughter that bubbled through her may have had a maniacal edge to it, but it released a knot of tension buried in her chest.

She was soaked through by the time she came back inside, having forgotten about her captor turned ally for a few moments. Roan was leaning against the glass, eyes glittering with suppressed mirth when she shook her heavy hair out of her face. She felt a blush warm her frozen cheeks, but couldn’t help the smile that stole across her features.

As he straightened to his full height and walked toward her, he reminded her of the great cats that prowled through the forests around Polis. Dangerous and deadly when they caught sight of their prey.

“You look like a drowned cat,“ he said as he held out a length of material toward her with a shake of his head. She was oddly touched at the gesture.

“What’s the point in growing up if you can’t act a bit childish sometimes?” Clarke said, quoting one of her father’s fictional heroes. When Roan laughed in surprise she joined him, grabbing the towel from him. She didn’t stop smiling until after she had changed out of her wet clothes and into dry ones, and long after her shivers have finally subsided.

The acrid smell of the black rain reminds her a little of the metallic smell the Arc had. It brings back memories of isolation and entrapment as it coats the back of her throat. Of tight, enclosed spaces without the wide sky overhead. A sky she has learned to love and rely on to keep her breathing slow and steady as waves of panic crash over her when she faces mortality and certain destruction again.

Clarke thinks back on the last few weeks of her short and tumultuous life on earth. The king of Azgeda sits heavily on a weathered throne, a very tenuous grip on the reigns of control. Chaos hangs heavily in the air all around her. So many will die. And soon. This time, destruction is bound to be even more all encompassing. Humanity will struggle harder against destruction once more. There is one bunker, one treatment, one hope. She desperately wants to save everyone, not just her own.

The weight of expectation settles in the bitter air as she watches the rain from windows that seem to strain under the assault. The storms are getting wilder, the rain more destructive, the panic more deeply engrained in the populace. Clarke feels herself starting to struggle under the weight of it all. She is no Atlas.

“Not going to laugh your heart out at the powers that be today, Wanheda?” Roan. Of course, it’s Roan. The monarch seems as much of a constant in her life as any she has had since crashing into this unforgiving rock. The fresh scar on the palm of her hand itches. She feels so much older than she was that day on the balcony.

“I don’t imagine it would be quite as uplifting this time,” she murmurs, not turning to face him, though she hears his footsteps as they approach her. He walks heavier since taking the crown, whether it is with purpose or burden is not clear. The sound of the rain and wind drown out the ambient noise around the two warriors.

“Indeed,” he agrees and Clarke turns her head slightly, catching his grim profile in her periphery. He looks tired. Heavy lays the head and all that. She understands. Maybe his bones feel heavier too, the way hers do. Her skin doesn’t seem to settle and stretch the way it should any longer.

“Will you be able to stay underground for so long?” Roan asks after a moment’s silence.

“I have survived longer without the sky,” she answers, surprised at the question. But she’s unsure if she believes her own words. The sky is as necessary to her now as breathing. As the ground beneath her feet and the falling rain. She thinks she understands why mountains try so hard to reach the heavens now.

“There will be no rain in your future, Clarke,” he murmurs, watching her face intently as he steps closer, crowding her personal space a little. “At least not until we are free again. And I do not believe any of your audio files survived the crash.”

Clarke’s breath catches, panic gripping a bit tighter around her throat, making her breathing quicken, chest straining slightly against the laces of her shirt that suddenly feels too tight. Her eyes still fixed on the acid rain, not willing to show any more signs of the fear settling like bile in the back of her throat. The panic could swallow her whole if she allowed it.

She meets the king’s pale eyes after a calming breath. There is a storm brewing within them, one she didn’t see coming and she doesn’t know if she understands.

She has never truly noted the colour of Roan’s eyes before. If asked she would have said they were blue, but now she sees the bursts of grey and dark indigo that gives them depth. They are a calming shade, but there is a danger in them that reminds her of the sky before it rains. She finds her breathing easing once more as they flicker down to her lips.

She doesn’t feel him move toward her, but the last thing she thinks about is how the rain feels against her skin under the wide-open sky. His lips are warm and firm against her own and softer than she imagined they would be. Her worries and fears melt and run down her body, into the ground like the trails left behind the errant drops on the window, feeding the ground and giving life where there was none before. Clarke allows herself a little bit of hope.

Showers in the bunker become sacred. Not only for Clarke, she’s sure that everyone else treasures their own bi-weekly timed cleansing ritual, but for her, it is a treasured release. The filtration systems in the bunker are amazing and cater to the needs of the 1200 assembled remnants of the Azgeda, Trikru, and Skaikru alliance. The people designated to survive the end of things by the conclave after her attempt to take the role of commander. Time gives you perspective, even on naïve decisions, no matter how well intentioned.

In the end there were three. The champions for Skaikru, Trikru and Azgeda faced off while nervous clansmen watched. She was the one who threw herself between the remaining trio of Octavia, Indra and the king of Azgeda in the hope to prevent more death. Blood bonds were not binding to Skaikru she knew, but she couldn’t watch Roan’s flow into the dirt. Or Indra’s after they had gone through so much together. Few understood, but it didn’t matter to Clarke.

Humanity needed genetic diversity if it were to survive. That was the argument she had prepared frantically as the nominated champions for each clan fell. So to the remaining three clans, there was now an often-shaky alliance. Old hatred festered and poisoned minds, but they seemed to be working through it. They would not be able to spare a life come their reentry into the world.

Marcus led her people, along with Indra and Roan as representatives of the old clans. New blood allegiances were sworn and respected. Integration was slowly succeeding. Tensions often ran high in the tight confines, but it seemed even some of the most hardened warriors were slowly accepting that they may be the last hope.

Grabbing her necessities and a fresh set of clothing, Clarke makes the trek down to the laundry and shower facilities. Everything in the bunker was very utilitarian and the shower rooms are open and facilitate four individuals at once. There was no separation between the sexes which caused uproar at the beginning with some of the elder Skaikru who had held onto the importance of modesty on the Arc and subsequently the ground. But the grounder clans held no such scruples and the few who objected were free to schedule their shower time as they preferred.

“Hey Clarke,” Miller nods in greeting as she enters the locker room adjacent to the shower stalls. He grins and tugs a shirt over his head, beard still glittering with remnants of water.

“Miller,” she returns his smile and busies herself stripping down to her underwear.

“You’ll come round tonight, won’t you?” he asks, sitting down to slip his boots back on. When she throws a glance at him over her shoulder, she meets his hopeful gaze. She had been avoiding her friends lately, feeling more claustrophobic than usual over the last couple of weeks.

“Yeah, of course,” she replies with a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. Miller sees right through her, as he always seems to, but smiles and nods.

“See you in a bit then, yeah? I’ll be back after my shift finishes at seven,” he confirms as he backs quickly toward the exit, probably in an attempt to stop her from coming up with a plausible excuse.

She nods and turns back to the open locker to slip off her last two scraps of clothing. She may not be a leader any longer, but many of the grounder survivors are still happier to liaise with her than any other Skaikru, so she often helps negotiate disputes between individuals and help them bring queries to the council. She has a reputation for not taking no for an answer, one she’s happy not to oppose. But between her training in medicine with her mother and the grounder healers, and her semi-diplomatic role, she has little time for herself these days and it wears on her.

She wraps a length of cloth around her body and walks into the empty shower bay. She frowns, a bit surprised to find it empty, but is not about to look a gift horse in the mouth as she hastily hangs her towel on a hook near the entry and turns on the hot water.

Closing her eyes she stretches her fingers out to the spray and for a second she can pretend she’s outside and the heavens have opened above her before the water heats up enough to be comfortable. She keeps her eyes closed as she steps under the spray, letting the water saturate her hair and run down the valley between her breasts. As the warm water streams through her hair and scalp her skin erupts in goose bumps, causing a delightful shiver to race up her spine. At least she has these moments where she can at least pretend to still have the sky.

She sets about lathering shampoo through her long hair and throws a glance over her shoulder when she hears movement behind her. When she meets the eyes of the newest occupant she’s immediately reminded of oncoming storms. Roan enters, his eyes betraying a little surprise and quickly look around the room, finding it empty. Clarke’s eyes flicker quickly down the naked planes of his chest and when they meet his own once more she sees the small smirk on his lips. She huffs annoyed and turns back to her lathering.

Since their kiss before the conclave and in the six months underground there hasn’t been any other advances made. Roan would look at her in a way that makes her whole body shiver and run hot, but though they spend a lot of time together attempting to keep the peace between the clans, they have rarely been alone. Until now.

“Enjoying yourself, Wanheda?” Roan’s voice rumbles as he turns on the showerhead next to her own, a hint of teasing in his tone.

“How does that even come close to being an appropriate question when I’m naked in the shower, Roan?” Clarke bites back, feeling a bit embarrassed and shy though she has shared this space with plenty of men in their first half year below ground. And it’s not as if she hasn’t seen this particular man in question in all his glory before, on more than one occasion. But never alone.

He laughs, and the sound is rich and deep, echoing off the tiled walls.

“Is it not an entirely appropriate question when naked?” he asks, and she opens her eyes to glare over at him. He is leaning his head under the spray of the water, a look of intense pleasure over his features, one that does strange things to the butterflies who took up residence in her stomach with his arrival.

She huffs a laugh and massages some conditioner it into the ends of her curls in favour of a response. She runs fingers through the ends, loosening the tangles as much as she can, keeping her eyes firmly away from the man beside her. She remembers the intricate web of scars over his back and desperately wants to examine them again, commit them to paper, trace their raised ridges with the sensitive pads of her fingers. She feels the butterflies in her belly respond as her thoughts lead her down a dangerous path and reaches blindly for the soap dispenser to derail her thoughts.

As her finger brush against another’s, rather than the dispenser as she expected, her eyes open and she looks up to meet Roan’s. He’s smirking at her again, a knowing look over his sharp features, his eyes darker than normal. The storms she dreams about so often are brewing in them again. She blushes and looks down only to look right back up again when she realized where her eyes strayed in an attempt to break eye contact. Her eyes widen comically and shoot back up to meet Roan’s.

“I’ve never known you to be so shy, Clarke,” Roan says with a laugh at her flush, a glint of mischief in his storm cloud eyes. “Maybe I should ask you to scrub my back?”

Clarke inhales sharply, the joking suggestion skating too closely to her fantasy. She’s sure she looks more alarmed than is warranted as he frowns a little before shaking his head muttering about body taboos and breaking their eye contact to reach for the shampoo, running strong fingers through his scalp to distribute the suds evenly.

“Only if you return the favour,” she challenges with false bravado before she even realizes what she’s saying. She sees his eyes open in surprise, but the smirk he turns her way can only be called predatory.

“Really now?” he rumbles, the deep baritone rousing the butterflies in her belly to fly into riot. He stares at her for a long moment, assessing her, eyes flicking down to her chest briefly, where she’s crossed her arms out of habit.

He takes hold of her hand and tugs it toward the spout dispensing a measure of soap into her small hand and closes her fingers over the liquid before cocking his head at her. He then turns his back to her, presenting her with the scar-covered canvas of his back. He’s not a particularly large man, but he is solid and still towers over her short stature. Long, lean bands of muscle are evident in the wide planes of his shoulders. The months below the surface have not affected his musculature it would seem.

Clarke has never backed down from a challenge so she steps closer, reaching her filled palm up toward the crest of his right shoulder, his dark hair hanging down in a wet sheet. He hisses in a breath at the first touch of her hands and leans into them as she spreads the soap down one shoulder and across to the other. She feels the ridges of muscles and scars, the detail disappearing and reappearing as the soapsuds slide down and collect at the base of his spine. She presses her fingers into the tense muscles of his back, causing a low groan to rumble out of him and she can’t resist repeating the motion. By the time she is finished she has massaged his back, feeling out the hard knots between his shoulder blades with medical precision and catalogued each of the intricate scars in the process.

When Roan turns around to face her once again, his eyes are dark, pupils blown wide and the way he looks at her makes her nipples tighten in response. He looks down her naked body leisurely, halting briefly at her chest and lips before he meets her eyes once more. He seems to be more in control again and he smiles slowly at her.

“You turn, Wanheda,” the title a caress, rather than a curse. He uses his fingers to indicate she turn her back toward him, and with a last look at his eyes she turns her back to him, feeling oddly vulnerable.

She hears the soft click of the dispenser and then the muted sound of his palms rubbing together as she listens closely to the water rushing around them. At the first touch of his palms on her shoulders, she inhales sharply, echoing his earlier actions. His palms are rough, calluses earned from hard work and decades of fighting for survival in a hard land. Strong fingers skate along her skin deliciously, and she bites down hard on her lower lip to suppress the moan that is fighting its way to escape.

When Roan starts kneading her shoulders and along her spine, hitting all the spots in need of attention she can’t keep the sound in any longer. As he expertly manipulates the sore muscles she finds herself leaning closer to him, chasing his touch and the heat radiating from him. His hands slide down her spine to rest at the soft flare of her hips and she feels his breath as he leans down to place a soft kiss on her shoulder. This is what she needs right now. A way to release all that built up tension. And she knows he would be more than willing to oblige her.

With that thought she leans back against him, his ever-present stubble abrading her shoulder softly, the firm and obvious indication of her effect on him, hard against her lower back. His hands slide forward to meet on her belly as they hear the door to the locker room slam before laughter erupts in its awake.

“Fuck!” Clarke swears and laughs when the king behind her echoes the same curse. She disentangles herself from him, ducking back under her own showerhead to rinse off, watching Roan face the wall with a frustrated sigh, hands fisted against the tile.

“Are you busy now?” she asks him boldly, his eyes curious and hopeful when they meet hers.

“I had planned to be before we were so rudely interrupted,” he teased, an edge of frustration running through his tone.

“Well I hear the king of Azgeda has his own quarters down here,” she smiled cheekily as she turned off the water and walked over and grabbed her towel, wrapping it snugly around herself.

Roan’s eyes lit up with the almost feline look he had earlier. A great cat sensing prey is near. He quickly rinsed off, and she couldn’t help notice the bob of his arousal as it jutted out before him. She heard the sound of lockers banging shut in the room next door and tossed the towel hanging next to hers at the advancing man.

“That he does,” he confirmed as he wrapped the length of cloth around trip hips. “Care to investigate them with me?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” Clarke replied with a wide grin before turning and rushing to dress.

#muse fic #Roarke #clarke x roan

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Clara/The 11th Doctor fic recs

*Multichapter ~my notes

Further Than I Thought I Could

Clara had often wondered, in moments of idleness, what she would say to Bow-Tie if they crossed paths again. Purely out of boredom, of course, and purely in flights of fancy. She had never expected to step out of the TARDIS and bump into him as she hunted for her own Scottish Time Lord. And she certainly hadn't expected him to ask a very spoiler-laden question indeed...

Christening

The bed in Clara's new flat requires some breaking in.

They Say Home Is Where The Heart is Set In Stone

A short-ish Vastra-centric epilogue for the finale, as the Patternoster gang help Clara recover from events at Trenzalore.

you filled me with stardust won during the war

a doctor/clara one-shot; "If his life was a wound, then you are the scar tissue splitting over and over again like the so many hearts you have had, patched up and broken without knowing why."

Make a Little Bird House in Your Soul

How she hated the fussing. The Doctor never stopped fussing over every little thing that happened to her. Every bruise was a possible broken bone. Every cut left her in danger of bleeding out. Every sniffle was a sign of the plague.

In which Clara and the Doctor visit a green house planet. Clara has hay fever and the Doctor worries needlessly.

let's be more than this (we'll be a legend tonight)

"Just remember, Clara, to treasure every page."

(or the one where Clara and the Doctor save each other from themselves)

baking for time travelers: 100 easy to make recipes

Clara tries to give the Doctor a baking lesson. It goes well, for a given value of well.

Old Friends

Clara works at Coal Hill School. The Chairman of the Board of Governors visits her on her first day; a certain Ian Chesterton. She takes it upon herself to arrange a reunion.

Sunday Morning

After losing their memories of their latest history lesson, Clara really was ill and the Doctor accidentally meets her father.

Memories

The Doctor goes to pick up Clara after the events of The Name of the Doctor and finds out she's been hiding hidden talents.

It's A Love Story

"Hold hands. Keep doing that and don't let go. That's the secret." Clara/Eleven fluff.

Broken Down

Prompt: Clara is being tortured and the Doctor has to rescue her.

Just Past Midnight

Prompt: 11 has a nightmare and Clara comforts him.

See You On the Other Side

(Prompt) This is going to sound weird, but could you write a fic that slightly mimics the scene in Deathly Hallows where Harry is in the heavenly Kings Cross station and he meets Dumbledore... But with Clara and Eleven? And there's a tearful reunion or two, acceptance of death, and they all go to the next place as friends.

Afterwards

'She never tells him that her favorite part of making soufflé is the clean up.' Fluff with a twist.

Christmas Date

Clara decides to further question the Doctor in concern to his ready response to the question of boyfriends...

the christmas party

She dragged him away from his Pringles bowl to the nearest mistletoe-clad doorway, and whispered into his ear, "Look, I'm going to do something now because I've wanted to for a while and I am very, very drunk and so are you and you're probably not going to remember it."

Clara hosts a Christmas party, and there's quite a bit of alcohol involved.

Of Gallifrey

The minute details of those lives - her Gallifreyan life, all her other lives - are just out of reach no matter what, but she remembers broader brush strokes, feelings and larger details.

like the weight of the sun

Involving the eating of a turkey, repeatedly changed futures, a boy made of stars, and an inability to explain Why.

a hundred years from now (dear heart)

Involving a telepathic circuit, a new-found love for stories, recurring nightmares, and a Doctor who just won't stay dead.

~This is so very good. It makes my heart hurt.

The Long Goodnight

The Doctor surprises Clara after her first day of teaching.

my kingdom for a star

He is lucky, he thinks, lucky that he has her, lucky she stays with him. Lucky that she loves him, because if Clara didn't love him, he's not sure he'd still be here at all. / The Doctor as he falls in love with Clara.

Something Completely New

When he holds out his hand, she takes it. That's always how it starts.

I'll have to come to you

In which the Doctor maps Clara's lives and learns that she can still surprise him. Oh, and there are Daleks. / 'She was his big friendly button, his reset after the dark days.'

Proper Trouble Mature

Post-The Name of The Doctor. The night after Trenzalore everything changed for the Doctor and Clara, now it's continuing too.

an infinite nuclear summer Mature

Takes place immediately after "The Name of the Doctor." Clara tries to remember herself. / a clara/doctor one shot / "They had infected the wound. And she had took a running leap and jumped inside, sterilizing it like no medicine could ever have done. She had loved, infinitely and often without reason. She had sacrificed."

The Very Wrath Mature

Because no love story is complete without punching.

The Chronicles of Chiswick* Mature WIP

The TARDIS strands Eleven at Clara's flat — six years later than he'd intended to arrive. Trapped across his own timeline and up to his delicate eyebrows in spoilers, he receives a cryptic message from Twelve: one of his former companions is in danger, and he’ll need the help of the others to save her. It’s a reunion the Doctor would love to remember… but one the laws of time doom him to forget.

~Love this fic!!

~New additions. Edited 3/9/2017

How to Make a Home

"She was Clara Oswald and she knew who she was. She was the sole keeper of a very old and very lonely Time Lord's memories." Clara recovers from the events of Trenzalore. Spoilers for The Name of the Doctor.

Coming to Terms

"But no one is in control of time. Not really." A brief conversation between the Doctor and Clara leads to the Maitland's acquiring a week-long visitor. A visitor who happens to know very little about domestic life.

Fever Stars

Clara comes down with the flu and the Doctor makes good use of his chosen name.

Lessons in Vulnerability

"I love you. I wanted—I wanted this face to say it. Because this is the face that fell in love with you. My next face is just the face that gets to love you the way I wish I would have gotten the chance to." This time, the Doctor doesn't regenerate alone.

Survival Experts*

Clara was certain that things couldn't possibly get much worse when she and the Doctor ended up stranded on a deserted island. That was until she ran into one of her echoes. (And alien robots. Did she mention the alien robots? Why were there ALWAYS alien robots?)

For All of Time

After jumping into the time stream, Clara has flashes of memories from her past lives every now and then. In one, she remembers her life as a Time Lady and realizes that she was the doctor's first wife.

Once Upon A Christmas*

The 11th Doctor receives a stark warning from his much darker 12th incarnation that shakes him to his core leading him to alter his own future and forever changes his relationship with Clara. Will it be enough to save him from becoming the monster he fears or is this the very thing that will doom him? [AU S7.15 TTOTD & S8 (spoilers); eventual Whouffaldi; pos Valeyard; dark themes].

Gallifreyan Mind Tricks Mature

The Doctor shows Clara who the boss is once again. More smutty, kinky Whouffle ensues in this sequel to "An Open Door, an Open Mind" - by popular demand!

A Lesson in Alien Reproductive History* Mature

He laughed weakly in that way that signaled he was about to say something she wouldn't like hearing. "You're about to become part of the history lesson. This is the way they solved their population problem: the Antipoi breeding pod."

The Other Has My Heart* Mature

Clara had promised to keep him hidden. She'd promised to stay with him. Navigating America in 1948 hasn't been so hard, but navigating John Smith's emotional ups and downs has. And can she keep her third promise and still stay safe herself? Human Nature AU.

And it’s sequel

More Than You Know*

"Honestly - if all I'd needed to do was get sprayed by a giant carnivorous plant, I would've done a long time ago." He froze, arms around her back. "I've taken your clothes off plenty of times," he muttered defensively. "Yeah, but...not like this." Sequel to "The Other Has My Heart."

To my Master Post of Doctor Who fic recs <3

I also have rec lists for Harry Potter and Naruto.

#doctor who #clara oswald #the doctor #11th doctor #eleventh doctor

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