#mcd and unrequited

[laurance-kisser]

your best meteli boy

[crimmsonflower]

Garrance soulmate au where they’re not each others soulmate but they still choose each other anyway. Imagine if Aphmau is both of of their soulmates but she is unable to give either of them the love they want from her. She holds their marks and they hold hers but she can’t reciprocate in the same way. what if they are her most loyal guards and that relationship is so special and important but they can’t be anymore than their station. So Garroth and Laurance find each other. Their souls may not match perfectly the way the universe made partners to be but they manage to find love and comfort. They understand each other what others can’t; they’re both aware that their lord is the most important person to them and that’s what binds them together. Their shared love for another person. They’re not settling, they love each other so much, but it’s their shared understanding and position that fuels them.

Maybe in another universe where there isn’t as much strife the universe would pair them together. Maybe their lord would watch them fade and make sure they had each other to look out for in every life afterwards. Two boys meeting in class and finding their mark on the other person.

[kezcore]

wild uncharted waters....garmau......

[loathed-to-be-her-hound]

Garki…. Garki….

[consistentsquash]

HP Rec Fest - Day 7

Fest - @hprecfest

Theme - Canon Compliant

Storytelling by kelly_chambliss

Rated M. Minerva McGonagall/Hermione, Minerva McGonagall/Wilhelmina Grubbly-Plank.

Rec because - Hermione falls in love with Minerva. This isn't an easy fic. Brilliant and incisive, it cuts to the core of Hermione's characterization. It starts with an obituary column Hermione is reading. Then the fic goes into a flashback through time, from Hermione's Hogwarts letter and her years at Hogwarts. Each flashback shows us an interaction or an observation by Hermione of her teacher. The progression is written in a realistic and sharp portrayal of Hermione. Really beautiful pining and unrequited. This fic is realistic. There is no happy ending with everything working out. Things are complex and unresolved but they make their peace with it. One of my all time favs <3

Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, Day 4, Day 5, Day 6

[archaic-grey]

i wanted to be the one

He thinks that you’re dumb, but you have the car, a shiny red Mustang your father sent you the keys to on the day of your sixteenth birthday, and you have him. You have Whelk’s afternoons and evenings and nights, his laughter and his grin and the way he hovers his pencil above his paper when he’s thinking. You have him in your car, you have him next to you, you have him sprawled across your dorm bed and perched on your desk chair.

or, the one where noah lets himself love someone he shouldn't

featuring: not actually unrequited love, a confession, murder, and extended metaphors

1.7k - read it here

(written for the @twbmccevent)

[dilly-dahlia]

iii. The Matron in Scaleswind

pairing: fem!reader x Laurance

content: tangled au, slow burn, strangers to friends to lovers, angst, the world of mcd but not canon compliant, unrequited feelings for a little bit

summary: Upon finally arriving in Scaleswind, you meet the Lord Laurance has sworn to protect. You feel an odd pull towards her though, and then something strange that hasn't happened in years happens to you.

word count: 6.1k

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The Guard at the Window masterlist

Scaleswind was a grand city with towering buildings and beautiful architecture. Your mother used to tell you stories about Irene and where she was from. Scaleswind was one the cities your mother visited the most, the other being O’Khasis. Standing in the same city the goddess was born and raised was a surreal experience you never thought you’d have.

“Aphmau!” Laurance called. You turn your head, coming out of your awestruck stupor as he stepped away from you. “Aphmau!”

A woman with hair as dark as pitch turned her head. Although you were far from her, you watched her gasp and run towards Laurance, her arms opening to embrace him as she came closer.

“Laurance!” she shouted. Her arms wrapped around Laurance in a tight hug when she got close enough to pull him in. She was significantly shorter than him, needing to lift her heels off the ground just a bit to properly reach his shoulders. When she pulled away, she held him by the shoulders. “Where did you go? You ran off after we left that castle. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Aphmau,” he replied. You watched as he took hold of her hands and squeezed them. “You know I can take care of myself.”

Aphmau exhaled. She squeezed Laurance’s hands back, her brows pulled together. “You worried me sick. Nicole found me after you ran off and told Katelyn and I to come here and wait for you.”

“I apologize for making you worry.” Laurance gave Aphmau a soft smile, which she returned. Watching them, you felt as though you were interrupting a moment meant to be private.

Were they together? The way she had been so worried and the way Laurance was looking down at her made you think so, but he hadn’t mentioned being in a relationship in your hours of talking.

You said goodbye to whatever hope of romance you had delusioned yourself into having with him when Aphmau turned to you. She must have seen you shift uncomfortably behind Laurance from her peripheral.

She smiled widely. The stare she had been gazing at Laurance with was gone, replaced by a warm greeting. She let go of Laurance’s hands to give you a soft wave, which you awkwardly returned.

“Oh, right.” Laurance turned to you, holding a hand out as he introduced you. “Aphmau, this is Y/n. I met her yesterday and she tagged along.”

You gave Aphmau a smile and said, “A pleasure to meet you.”

Aphmau returned your smile and bowed her head, bending slightly at the knees in a curtsy. “The pleasure is mine. How did you come across Laurance? He tends to be impossible to find when people are looking for him.” Aphmau side-eyed him.

You chuckled. “Uhm, he more so happened upon me,” you said, but you hesitated to say the rest. Laurance’s reaction to you in your tower had been . . . interesting. How would someone else react?

Aphmau caught on to your hesitation, and she tilted her head. “How?”

You awkwardly scratched the side of your neck. What was the least outing way to say it?

“It’s complicated,” you settled on.

“She lives in a tower,” Laurance said. You deadpanned, glaring at him. “Basically alone, with no real way in or out.”

Aphmau furrowed her brows, her mouth falling agape. “I . . . What? A tower?” You reluctantly nodded. “If there’s no way in then how did Laurance get in? And then how did you two get out?”

“I climbed the side,” he said. You nodded in confirmation. “And then Y/n tried threatening me with a kitchen knife.”

“Well,” you cut in, defensive. You didn’t want her to think you were dangerous. “If you were in my position you would have done the same.”

Aphmau raised a brow, her confusion evident as her gaze flicked between you and Laurance. “Huh?”

Laurance waved her off. “I’ll tell you later. Did you find anything about Irene?”

“Katelyn and I started looking, but the library here is so big and there are so many religious texts. We barely scratched the surface and could only manage to find a few books that might relate to the relic.”

You were confused. This conversation felt like you had been thrown in the deep end and needed to figure out how to make sense of what was going on in order to talk to them. But you felt a strange pull to Aphmau. Something about her presence was . . . Pure. Untainted by any evil or ill intent. It felt as though a string connected the two of you somehow, and standing close to her made that string give a gentle tug.

“Irene, I wish Emmalyn were here. She would be on top of this in a minute,” Aphmau groaned, running a hand through her pin straight hair. She softly huffed before turning her full attention back to you. “Say, do you have anywhere to go?”

“Not really,” you said, your voice soft. It was embarrassing now to admit now that you were actually doing it. You hadn’t realized how humbling it would be to say you knew no one. “I’ve been kind of pinning on the fact that Laurance has been with me. There wasn’t really a plan for . . . after.”

Which you now realized was dumb. Had you really been so excited to get out of your tower that you were only focused on the present and the immediate gratification that followed? Maybe your mother was right and you were too naïve to be in the world on your own.

“Is it alright if she stays with us?” Laurance asked. “It’ll be just for a little bit, right?” Laurance looked to you and you nodded.

“Of course.” Aphmau met your gaze, nodded. “Absolutely, if you want to. Laurance, Katelyn and I are probably gonna stay in Scaleswind for a little bit, but you can absolutely stay with us. I’m sure Nicole wouldn’t mind.”

“Hey, lady.”

Aphmau jumped at the sound of the voice. When she turned to look behind her, she revealed a child, maybe seven or eight, with messy blue hair looking up at her.

“My mom wants you,” the boy said to her. He pointed behind him, where you noticed a red headed woman speaking with a man that had cat ears. “She says someone you might know is in the caravan over there.”

Aphmau furrowed her brows, her gaze flicking up to where the red headed woman stood. She squinted, trying to see better, before letting out a breath. “Okay, I’ll go over. Hey, Dmitri? Do you mind taking Laurance and Y/n here back to the house?”

Dmitri nodded, looking between you and Laurance. He waited until Aphmau bid Laurance goodbye and started walking away to beckon you and Laurance to follow him.

The two of you did, though you hardly looked straight ahead as you walked. Instead, you focused on the buildings around you. All the people bustling around in the far off marketplace and the pairs of friends taking strolls through the city. You faintly smiled. You had never seen this many people before, and being around it gave you a boost of happiness, despite the headache that had accumulated near your temples.

You followed Dmitri into a building across from a church. He led you up staircases and through more rooms than you could count before he stopped in front of a door and turned back.

“Laurance, this room is yours,” he said, pointing to the closed door. “My mom said you like being by yourself, so she gave you the room furthest from everyone.”

Laurance let out an amused breath. “Nicole said that?”

Dmitri nodded, and then he turned to you. “Lady—“

“Y/n,” you interjected, but he kept talking.

“—no one said anything about you coming, so you don’t have a room. Sorry.”

You pressed your lips together. Were children always so blunt? “It’s alright. No one knew I was coming, so I don’t mind,” you said, forcing the corners of your lips up into a kind smile.

“You can rest in my room for now, if you’d like,” Laurance offered. “I need to talk to Aphmau and Katelyn about a few things before I can, so the room will be empty.”

You nodded, appreciative of Laurance’s offer. You weren’t sure if you’d take it, you wanted to explore the town a bit, but your headache was getting worse by the second. What had been a faint throb was now a stabbing pain, and it hurt to blink.

“Thank you,” you softly said, though your voice sounded muffled to your own ears. “I’ll see you later, then?”

Laurance gave you a nod, and turned to leave. As he did, your vision blurred. You placed your hand on the doorknob to steady yourself and turned it, black spots cascading across your line of sight quickly. You weren’t even able to process what was happening before you hit the floor.

—

The warm compress laid across your forehead was the first sense of feeling you got when you gained consciousness. The next thing you felt was the soft blanket beneath your fingertips. Your head didn’t hurt nearly as much anymore. It was just softly throbbing now.

You let out a soft, distressed breath. It felt like something heavy was weighing down on your chest, though you couldn’t imagine what it was. Your eyes slowly fluttered open, the bright light of the room making a sharp pain shoot through your head. When that subsided and you were able to fully open your eyes, you were met with the sight of green vines, wisteria flowers hanging from them, crawling across the ceiling.

What?

When you flexed your hand, trying to get the tense muscles to relax, the vines grew and the flowers bloomed more fully.

No, you thought. The last time this had happened you had been out for three days. Your mother had been trying to wake you with an assortment of her potions and spells. It had been so bad that she had employed the help of her sister, Hyria. After you awoke the three of you were cleaning up the vines around your tower for days, and Hyria was gone after leaving a healing draught for you to drink. That was fifteen years ago—you were eight. You had gotten a headache so bad you could hardly move.

What was triggering that again now?

You huffed out another soft, distressed breath, inspecting the ceiling again. If that’s what the ceiling looked like, then . . .

You turned your head just enough to see the walls, horrified at the sight of flowers and weeds and vines growing out of odd crevices and cracks in the hardwood floors. There was so much foliage that the actual walls were hardly visible beneath it. You could imagine what the floor looked like.

You turned your head to the other side, noticing that Laurance sat in a chair with his head bowed and his eyes closed. When you sat up, grunting softly with the effort, he lifted his head.

He was out of his chair and beside you in a second, placing a hand between your shoulder blades to help you sit up.

“Y/n,” he said. His voice was quiet. You couldn’t tell if that was intentional or if it was still from your headache. “Are you okay? What happened?”

It was hard to catch a good breath. That weight you felt on your chest made you want to keel over and die. “I don’t know,” you breathed, your voice hoarse and tired. Your mouth was dry, and you had to peel your tongue from the roof of your mouth to talk.

“Has that ever happened before?”

You nodded. You swallowed in an attempt to hydrate your mouth before opening your mouth again to speak. Before you could get any words out the room door was pushed open and three people filed in.

Your brows furrowed. Aphmau was first. She was followed by the same red headed woman you had spotted earlier and a tall, young man with glasses. The tall man wore a white coat and carried a clipboard and pen.

“Oh, thank Irene. She’s awake,” Aphmau muttered, running her hands through her hair. She was clearly stressed. Your mother did the same thing when she was.

The tall man was looking around the room in wonder. He must have been a scholar that recently graduated, based on his age. Your mother had told you that the population of Scaleswind included more scholarly minds than any other. She found it annoying anytime she visited because they always wanted to know more. 

Curiosity killed the cat, she would always tell you. Those fools will wind up dead before they find what they’re looking for.

She sometimes used that as the excuse to keep you in the tower.

“Have the plants stopped growing?” the man asked. Laurance nodded.

“For the most part,” he said. “A couple more sprouted when she woke up, so I don’t think they’ll really stop. They aren’t growing as rapidly, though.”

The man nodded, noting something down on his clipboard. He mumbled something to himself, but it was incoherent to you. Then, he turned to you.

“Has this happened before?” he asked. He pulled up the chair Laurance had previously been sitting in and sat beside the bed.

You gave a nod, clearing your throat before saying what you meant to when Laurance asked. “Only once. It happened when I was eight, so fifteen years ago.”

“What triggered it that time?”

You shrugged. “I’m not sure, but it happened the same. I got a terrible headache and when I woke up plants covered my tower.”

You saw the red headed woman’s brows pull together from your peripheral, mouthing your words to herself.

The man voiced his thoughts. “Your tower? What do you mean by that?”

“I-“ The words died on your tongue. Your gaze flicked to Laurance, who gave you a soft nod of encouragement. “It’s where I live,” you said, hoping he wouldn’t question any further.

Your hoping was useless. “Was this tower isolated?”

“Yes.”

“Were you able to see other people?”

“My mother.”

“How often did you see her?”

“Maybe once a month?” It was a guess. You didn’t actually know, but she was gone on a trip more often than she was with you.

“And you saw no one else?”

You didn’t respond, but he asked again more insistently.

“Martin,” the redhead interrupted. You were thankful for that. “Is she okay?”

The man—Martin—breathed out. You could see the desire to ask more questions burning in his eyes, but he didn’t. “Based on what she said—which is not sufficient information, by the way, Lady Nicole—I would guess the isolation she’s experienced was a precursor to a depressive state, which—“

“I’m sorry,” you cut in, your gaze cutting between Laurance and Aphmau and Nicole. “Is there any way this can be more private?”

Martin sighed as Nicole turned to Aphmau and Laurance and ushered them out of the room. You weren’t sure why Nicole was staying, but based on her fine clothes and expensive looking jewelry (as well as the way she carried herself), you assumed she was a leader of some kind.

You watched Laurance and Aphmau slip out of the room, and you watched their silhouettes in the door’s window. You watched Laurance reach for Aphmau’s shoulder, taking a gentle hold of her before beckoning her away from the door.

“As I was saying,” Martin continued, now looking at you, “I assume your isolation led to a depressive state, which depleted your health as a result. The neglect you may have done to your body is evident in passing out, but I can’t explain the flowers.” Martin lifted his pen and tapped the end to his chin, looking around. “Tell me, flowers sprouted last time as well?”

“Plants sprouted, but not flowers,” you said. You didn’t have to dig deep to find the details of your memory. You remembered how sore and torn up your hands wound up like yesterday. “It was mostly thorny vines and brambles last time.”

“Interesting.” Martin jotted something down again, mumbling to himself, “Could it be her mental state that affects it? Are the plants even coming from her?”

“Yes, they are mine,” you said. Martin’s gaze snapped back up to you. “My mother is a witch and passed some of her magic to me, but it’s not normally this powerful. I can usually only heal wilted flowers and perform one or two minor spells.”

“Fascinating,” Martin breathed. “So-“

“Martin, is she going to be okay?” Nicole cut in again.

Martin waved her off and she rolled her eyes. “She should be fine. Just make sure she drinks plenty of water and feeds herself sufficiently. Now-“

“You have another appointment, Martin.”

Martin let out a soft breath, pressing his lips together. His gaze lingered on yours before he turned to Nicole. “Yes, my lady.” He bowed his head and stood up, walking towards the door. “Have a good day. Both of you,” he said before clicking the door shut behind him. Nicole breathed out, crossing her arms and turning to you.

“Sorry about him. He recently graduated top of his class from the University of O’Khasis. He was transferred here to further his education, and his professor chose to put him to work as a doctor,” she explained. “I apologize if he asked any personal questions.”

“It’s alright,” you said. You had seen the look in Martin’s eyes. You imagined yours held the same one when looking out your tower window. “You’re Nicole, right?”

She nodded. “Yes. Nicole von Ronsenburg.” She bowed her head. “Lord of Scaleswind, top graduate of the guard academy, descendant of Irene, and a whole bunch of other titles I can never remember.”

You let out a huff of amusement, and she smiled at you when she lifted her head. “Do you feel okay?” she asked.

You nodded. At some point when Martin was asking questions, the headache had subsided. “I’m alright,” you said. You glanced around. “I’m really sorry about all this. I’ll help clean it up.”

Nicole shook her head. “No, no, it’s okay. Believe it or not this isn’t the craziest thing that’s happened to me.” She flashed you another smile. “Besides, I have hired help that would be glad to clean this themselves. They’re so picky.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive,” Nicole said. “You need to get rest before you’re too active again. Laurance said he needed to speak to Aphmau, but I’m sure you could find Katelyn somewhere and speak to her.”

You nodded. You didn’t have a clue who Katelyn was, but you weren’t planning on finding her anyway. If you stayed with Laurance long enough, you’d likely meet her.

“Okay. Nicole, I have a question.” There was one more thing you needed to know.

“Yes?” she asked.

“How long was I out?”

Nicole hummed, looking out the window across from the room. “Only a couple hours. I’d say three and a half. Why?”

“Just wondering. Last time I was out for a couple days.”

So it was significantly less time than fifteen years ago.  You wondered what could’ve caused it but drew no conclusion. There was no common event that happened either time, so there was no connection.

None that you knew about, anyway.

“Weird,” Nicole mused. Down the hall, you heard the loud clanking of footsteps drawing near. “Maybe you could find something in our library about it. Scaleswind is-“

“My lady.” Nicole turned her head when the door to your room flew open. A guard stood in the threshold, his hair askew and panic in his eyes. He struggled to catch his breath as he spoke. “They’re back. Those- Those things from earlier are at the gates again.”

Nicole was up in an instant, the chair she sat in scraping against the floor before getting caught on a vine and falling over.

You couldn’t understand the rushed words that spilled from Nicole’s mouth. It was nearly impossible when she walked out of the room and started down the hall, the panicked guard close on her heels. Your brows furrowed in confusion, and you stood from your bed to peek around the corner from the room.

You didn’t know what had happened—you weren’t sure you wanted to know what happened if it evoked that kind of reaction from Nicole. Instead, you took a deep breath before uncovering yourself and standing from the bed, looking around at the room.

You didn’t care what Nicole said about cleaners being glad to help, you would contribute. It would be rude to be such an inconvenience and leave your mess for someone else.

—

The cleaners weren’t nearly as strict or bossy as Nicole had made them out to be. You helped them peel the vines and flowers from the ceiling and tear up the roots that had made a home in the floorboards. Once they were taken from their places, the plants immediately shriveled up. You found it odd. That didn’t happen last time. What was different now?

At some point, your head had started aching again and you found it difficult to catch a full breath. It only happened for a moment, but it was long enough for the two kind ladies cleaning the room to force you back onto the bed. Your eyes squeezed shut and you softly groaned, waiting to faint again but it never came.

The headache subsided before you even realized it. One moment you were struggling to breathe your head hurt so bad, and the next you were up and about like nothing had happened.

Despite your protests and statements of feeling better, however, you were still pushed to sit at the edge of the bed until the room was cleared of wilted plants and frail flower petals. One of the ladies even went as far as to push you to lie down and cover you with blankets.

You got up when she left, tucking the blankets back where they were meant to be before giving the cleaned room a once over. It was simple—a comfortable bed beneath the window and a cushioned chair by the bookshelf. There was a solid oak desk against the wall opposite the bookshelf, on it a pad of paper and pens and a lamp.

You decided to step out. Even though Laurance had offered you the room, you felt bad for hogging it. Especially after making it a temporary greenhouse.

As you stepped into the hallway, you ran into the man himself. His blue eyes were downcast, and you were glancing out the hallway windows so you almost didn’t see him. When you did, you held out your arm and placed your hand on his shoulder to prevent him from running into you.

“Sorry,” you instinctively said. Laurance lifted his gaze to meet yours. He looked . . . regretful, almost.

No. Regretful wasn’t the word, but he was definitely deep in thought.

“It’s alright,” he said. Your hand dropped from his shoulder. “Don’t apologize. I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

You smiled at him. “Well, neither was I.” He chuckled. “What happened earlier?”

“When earlier? When you passed out?”

You shook your head. “No, I mean when I woke up. You and Aphmau left and then a few minutes later Nicole sprinted out of the room. She looked worried.”

Laurance hummed. “Aphmau and I needed to . . . discuss a few things. Nothing important.” Although he said that, his tone indicated that their conversation may have meant the world to him. “And earlier, when Nicole ran out, it was because a small group of shadow souls were at the gates.”

Your brows furrowed. “Shadow souls? What are those?”

“Right. You aren’t . . .” He trailed off, shaking his head. “Shadow souls are the extremely weakened form of shadow knights, undead beings from the Nether.”

You hummed. You had read about the Nether realm before, and your mother had told you about the brief time she spent there to gather materials for her spells. It didn’t seem like a pleasant place, and you wished you never found yourself in its nightmarish depths.

“Shadow souls aren’t typically very strong or a big problem, but . . .” Laurance hesitated. His lips pressed together briefly before he blew out a breath. “Sometimes, when they possess a body or encounter an angered shadow knight, they become more powerful than even the strongest mages we have.”

Your eyes widened. Laurance beckoned you to follow him, and you did. “And they’re from the Nether?” Laurance nodded. “How did they get into our realm, then? The only portal to the Nether is—“

“With the Southern Wolf Tribe,” Laurance finished. You were back in the room you had just cleaned, and you settled on the bed beside Laurance. “I know. In the past fifteen years, however, the Southern Wolf Tribe has fallen into disarray and a few rogue shadow knights managed to escape and open small portals. I also think . . .”

He trailed off again, your brows pulling together. “You think what?”

“Fifteen years ago,” he began after a breath, “the High Priest of O’Khasis began a war between Scaleswind and Phoenix Drop.”

“Yes, I remember.” You pulled the end of your long braid into your lap, fidgeting with the tresses. “My mother came home in a rush to ensure my safety. She boarded up the window and slept in the same bed as me for nearly a month.”

Laurance’s expression saddened. “I’m very sorry.”

You shook your head. “It’s okay. She was just protecting me. I was a child at the time.”

“That’s not . . .” Laurance trailed off again, deciding not to prompt any sort of debate with your upbringing. He cast his gaze downward, fidgeting with his thumbs. “That’s beside the point. The High Priest Zane actually kidnapped Nicole for his own purposes and prompted the war. Once Scaleswind surrendered, Aphmau, myself, and a few others followed Zane into the forest. He had . . . He’d brainwashed a close friend of ours and used him as a pawn to help open the Irene dimension.”

Your brows furrowed. The Irene dimension? The place was a myth. Unheard of by most. But if it was a figment of someone’s imagination, then how was it that Laurance had been there?

“I think opening the Irene dimension ripped the realm barriers between our world and various others,” he finished explaining. His eyes turned up to meet yours. “That’s probably what let a couple shadow souls and shadow knights slip out of the Nether.”

You nodded in understanding. Now you were trying to piece together the Irene dimension. “And the Irene dimension itself? It’s real?”

Laurance nodded. “Yes. We were there for fifteen minutes.”

“And that was . . .” Fifteen years ago. Laurance and Aphmau and whoever else had been with them jumped through time. “Wait, you think the Irene dimension opening fifteen years ago ripped the realm barrier?” you asked after a moment in thought. That would have been the same time you passed out and grew plants the first time. You remembered because when you woke up the board had been taken down from the window and the first question you’d asked your mother was if the war had passed.

It had to be a coincidence. Those two events couldn’t have been related, especially since now there was nothing to do with Irene and powerful otherworldly magic to trigger your most recent episode.

Laurance nodded.

“That’s when I fainted for the first time,” you said.

Laurance’s brows furrowed. You could see the gears in his head turning, his irises seemed darker as he thought. “Did you happen to feel anything earlier this year?”

You thought back. “Yes. In early spring I felt nauseous for a few days.”

“Early spring . . .” he repeated to himself. “And earlier today. You passed out again, but a couple hours after that did you feel anything again?”

You nodded. “I had a terrible headache not too long ago. I didn’t faint, though.”

You watched the lightbulb go off. “Aphmau used her . . . What all do you know about Lady Irene?”

You shrugged. “Not much. Just that she lived long ago and was kind and benevolent, hence her title. My mother never really taught me anything. I know basic information about her, but that’s all.”

“You may be connected to her,” Laurance mused. Your eyes widened, and you physically recoiled from shock.

“What?”

“It’s just- Okay, that was sudden. I only mean that any time you’ve felt odd, something happened that was related to Irene.”

You raised a brow, tilting your head and waiting for him to explain. He was talking like you had been with him for years and knew everything he did.

“Fifteen years ago, you passed out the first time. At the same time, the Irene dimension was opened with an unstable method. My comrades and I returned in early spring, when you felt nauseous. While we were in the Irene dimension, Aphmau absorbed Irene’s relic. She used those powers twice today, so . . .”

You were even more confused. The more Laurance talked the more you were convinced he was messing with you.

Aphmau absorbed a relic? Not just that, but Irene’s relic? Which was in the Irene dimension. The same Irene dimension that doesn’t exist.

You shook your head. “No. That can’t be real.”

“My theory is just a theory, but I promise that everything I’ve said about my comrades is true,” he said. He met your gaze, a glint of sincerity shining in his eyes. “That’s why we’re here. We need to find out more about Irene and her life.”

“How do you expect me to believe that you went to a realm that has no evidence of existence?” you asked, crossing your arms. “That is absurd.”

“I don’t know how I can prove it to you,” Laurance said, “but I promise I’m telling the truth. And I do think you are somehow related to Irene. It can’t be a coincidence that you fall ill when something having to do with her happens.”

You let out a breath. You knew he was firm in whatever he believed. You could tell that much from the way he told you stories of Irene with wonder in his eyes. Knowing that made you assume he’d be adamant about his theory.

“If I were related to Irene or had other abilities my mother would have told me,” you plainly stated. “She would have helped me hone that magic.”

“Your mother has also kept you locked away your entire life,” Laurance countered. He gave you a blank stare. “I’m sorry to say, but I don’t think that’s a valid defense to say you aren’t somehow related to the goddess.”

You scoffed, tearing your gaze away from his and rolling your eyes. “Okay. Even if I were to be related to Irene—which I am most definitely not—how do you propose finding out information? I can’t stay out of my tower forever. I have to go back eventually.”

“Well, my friends and I are looking for information on Lady Irene,” he said. He held his hand out and gestured to the air, as if doing so would create an image in your mind of what to do. “You could stay with us until you need to go back to your tower.”

You considered his offer, realizing how much thought you hadn’t put into this whole situation. You hadn’t planned how long you’d be away—you weren’t even sure when your mother would be back at the tower. You didn’t have anywhere else to go now that you had left your tower except with Laurance, who had gotten you into this in the first place.

“I’ll think about it,” you said, standing up and wiping your hands against your skirt. “I’ll leave you alone for now, though. You seem drained.”

Giving Laurance a proper look, his eyes were dark and seemed droopy. You weren’t sure what had happened, but it was clear to you that he needed rest.

He gave you a nod. “Thank you. I’ll see you later, Y/n.”

You gave him a soft smile before stepping out of the room. Down the hall, after you clicked his door shut, you spotted Aphmau turning the corner, probably to go down the stairs that were over there.

You followed. You needed to ask her some questions.

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“So you can just . . . Do that by will?” Aphmau asked, admiring the wilted rose you had brought back.

You nodded, handing her the flower. “I can only really heal plants on my own, though. Sometimes my mother will gather something from my hair to heal herself, but I think that’s mostly her.”

As if to demonstrate, you pulled your long braid over your shoulder and caressed the strands. You weren’t sure how to begin harnessing whatever magic your hair held, but you had tried everything under the sun. Not a thing worked for you. The only thing you knew was that it softly illuminated every name you healed plants.

Aphmau took the rose from your hand by the stem carefully, holding it up to the light as she inspected it. Her mouth was agape in awe, and you swore there was a soft sparkle in her eye.

“Laurance thinks I’m related to Irene,” you whispered after a moment. Aphmau snapped her head towards you. “I told him I wasn’t.”

Aphmau hummed in consideration, continuing to inspect the flower. There was still some of your power radiating from it, and Aphmau was likely taking in the feeling. Not to mention that you felt that same pull to her as you did earlier.

“I doubt it, but this does feel . . . familiar,” she admitted, meeting your gaze again. Her eyes were the color of warm honey, and there was a sense of comfort in them. You could practically see the gears in her mind turning as she thought. “Hey, we were planning on leaving for Phoenix Drop tomorrow morning if you want to come with us. I know a wonderful scholar there that can probably help us figure this out.”

You weren’t positive who the we she referred to was, but you could assume it included Laurance and whatever other companion she had brought with her. You thought about her offer. You had seen countless maps of the world before, and the village of Phoenix Drop was a long way from the city of Scaleswind. It was nearly a two day boat ride. The time would have been cut nearly in half if you travelled by land, but the Ru’aun region was separated by a sacred forest that was nearly impossible to get through if you didn’t know your way. Hell, it was difficult even if you did. You doubted they would be taking the shorter route.

Still, you agreed. You still had nowhere to go and you would rather stick around something familiar until you decided to return to your tower—the familiarity being Laurance. You weren’t sure how long you’d be gone. Would you even consider going back?

Of course you did. You needed to. Your mother would send a region wide manhunt for you if you didn’t go back eventually. But it wouldn’t hurt to at least spend your time away with an acquaintance, right?

“I’ll go with you guys,” you said, giving Aphmau a small smile.

She returned it, though hers was much brighter than yours. She handed you the rose back before standing up. “Great! I’ll make sure to tell Nicole so she can get enough supplies for us ready. It’s going to be a long trip, but I hope you don’t mind?”

You shook your head. “Not at all.”

You exchanged a few more words with Aphmau before she walked off, leaving you on the sidewalk bench by yourself. You watched her until she turned the corner and your gaze couldn’t follow her anymore, and then you softly sighed.

The air in Scaleswind was fresh. It also felt clean, though you were used to the slightly stuffy air of your tower, so maybe the air would feel clean everywhere. The city was beautiful, with its towering buildings and flowering plants. If this single place alone held so much beauty and wonder, then what did the rest of the region have?

You were excited, to be frank. Spending time away from your tower made you less nervous about traveling around with what was practically a group of strangers. They seemed to be nice strangers, though, and Laurance had already helped you tremendously.

You smiled as you stood from the bench. You breathed in the fresh air and started walking back to Nicole’s house, your dance shoes clicking a seemingly happy tune against the stone beneath your feet.

guys i have genuinely so much fun writing this story it has such a whimsy to it and i love it i wish i could write it more often

hoping i can get part four out later this week though!! stay tuned

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[autisticandroids]

belated fic rec list, part two: seasons four and five

so! this is for day 1 of @spnficrecfest (you will notice that that was yesterday two days ago. uh huh). and i am compensating by creating FIVE SEPARATE ERA-SPECIFIC LISTS. this one is for season four and five fics. i'm putting four and five together because i feel like the vibes are often similar for four and five fics. it constitutes its own distinct era, discrete from season six. mainly destiel, with some other pairings or gen as well.

other lists: endverse // season six // season nine // dabb era

my fave s4/5 fics, in increasing order of length

the mirror (orphaned fic), .5k

cas and jimmy at the end of things. casjimmy.

the fruit of knowledge by omegavers, 1k, noncon warning

cas rescues dean from hell. :3. destiel.

rebirth by anandroidinatutu, 1k, chose not to warn

dean comes back from hell. destiel with transfem dean.

super silence in the quiet by thequietwings, 1k

sastiel with unrequited destiel and samifer. immaculate season five vibes.

a watcher, a holy one, by vaguesurprise, 1k, chose not to warn

the song remains the same. annamary voyeurism, and then more. if this one tickles your fancy i would also recommend the ghost in the back of your head (orphaned fic).

goshen's remains by redeyedwrath, 2k

castiel creature of light and burning, and it wants. destiel.

the reality of the thing seen by smilla, 3k, violence warning

dean has strange dreams after my bloody valentine. gen.

bad education by haganenomorals, 3k, mcd and violence warning

cas and dean cope in the aftermath of a version of swan song where cas couldn't swwop in and fix things afterwards. wip but worth it; feels more like a oneshot that stands on its own.

close enough for rock n roll by amor remanet, 4k

a post-swan song destiel romp, featuring angels, reluctant domesticity, and mpreg.

all souls and angels by misslucyjane, 5k

destiel fic so old that the author didn't know about jimmy novak yet. cas learns about taking care of his body.

red motel reprised by vaguesurprise, 5k

samruby and dreams.

we who were living by anactoria, 5k, mcd warning

the aftermath of a season five apocalypse that did, actually, happen. destiel.

a hole in the world by bauble, 6k, chose not to warn

dean says yes. it's up to cas now. destiel.

brother mine by diaryofageekgirl, 8k

character exploration for uriel, feat. angel worldbuilding. gen.

the (mostly accidental) courtship of dean winchester by tuesday, 11k

broadly i tried to stick to less well known works for this list, but some things are classics for a reason. destiel. cas informs dean that they are 90% of the way to married. he has not previously mentioned this.

right of conquest by luchia, 14k

a very different vision for lucifer and the apocalypse, written before season five aired. destiel.

heart of glass by omphalos, 17k

destiel. an odd one. lots of dean-cas sniping. crowley is there. has a very of-its-time feel.

no birds or beasts does he eat (he only wants the tenderest meat) by mthrfkrgdhrwego, 18k, violence warning

a my bloody valentine remix. with crazy destiel gore sex.

an unclean man who went down to immerse himself: by 52ndstreet, 22k

cas and jimmy before the possession. what if it went way further than the pasta water. gen.

hesitation by apokteino, 24k, noncon warning

yeah yeah yeah it's apokteino everybody's read apokteino NO THEY HAVE NOT. everybody has read with understanding. hesitation is a WILDLY underappreciated element of the apokteino canon. season four destiel romance with some key misunderstandings.

oneiroi by rc_mclachlan, 54k

cas adventures in the realm of dreams. another fandom classic, but still deserving of a rec.

four rings and a one man apocalypse by funnywings, 57k, chose not to warn

dean uses the horsemen's rings to mess with cas' emotions. cas lets him. destiel.

[thyandrawrites]

Hmm would you recommend the summer hikaru died? Ive wanted to read it for a while but always got too lazy but now with the anime i might try it again

(tl;dr at the end)

I do! Honestly I'm neither a horror nor a MCD fan. But between the gorgeous artwork, the nuanced character writing, the eerie atmospheres, the (relatable for me) feelings of alienation as a queer person in a small rural town, and the unfolding mystery of the Great Brainsnatcher's real origins and the Indoh family's sin, it snatched my attention enough to keep following, and now I'm glad that I did.

Fair warning tho, this manga deals heavily with the theme of the loss of a loved one you didn't get to grieve properly (cause he's still around for everyone else, even if it's just a fake replacing him) and the helplessness that follows. So if you're sensitive to that topic, it might not be a story for you. The titular Hikaru dies before the story even starts, but you get to know him through Yoshiki's (his best friend and MC) memories and his (unrequited?) feelings for him, and you get attached anyway.

I'll admit that it was a rough read for me at first because of this, since I can't handle MCD that well 😭 but the story is an underrated gem and I recommend sticking with it, cause it's about so much more than just grief imo. The exploration of Yoshiki's internalized homophobia and self-hatred through the theme of alienation, of never quite fitting in, of belonging with the only other person who doesn't, who later ends up being a literal monster that can't belong in your same place of existence, lest reality as you know might crumble with him.

I have only one criticism of this story and it's the fact that the queer angle becomes a lot less overt in later volumes (tho not entirely dropped). Later on, Yoshiki's initial feelings of alienation as a gay guy in a small rural town shift into the alienation he faces at being the sole person knowing the truth about 'Hikaru'.

I've seen people dismiss the anime after learning that it's "a BL" but that's such an asinine take cause this story isn't that. It's so much more. It's not a romance, it's the story of Yoshiki's internal journey, the way he processes his romantic feelings as something shameful, something to keep quiet, to bear alone even if it tears him apart inside. Which later on becomes less a theme and more literal.

TL;dr: It's a fascinating story. An underrated gem, which I recommend to anyone who likes psychological horror and nuanced character writing, as well as the trope of monsterfucking as an exploration of queerness (that last one is a half-joke, but not quite 😂)

[icebluecyanide]

Fanfiction Master Post 2024

It's already February, but I realised that I never made a wrap-up post for last year, so here it is!

In total, I wrote exactly 34.5k last year, spread over 10 fics, all for the Alex Rider fandom. Hopefully this year I can write even more! Thanks so much to everyone who took the time to read and leave kudos and comments on my fics, it means a lot <3

Yassen & Alex

Adjournment (T, 5.3k) - The Queen's Gambit AU/Cold war chess AU. Chess prodigy Alex Rider is attending the 1981 Moscow Invitational when a moment of curiosity leads him into trouble, and lands him an impromptu rematch with the World Champion, Soviet Grandmaster Yassen Gregorovich. Written for @strangesoulmates.

Paper Target (T, 2.7k) - Post 3x04 fic where Yassen makes Alex shoot the targets. Alex still refuses to shoot at the human-shaped targets. Yassen decides to help him overcome his reservations.

For Training Purposes (T, 2.0k) - Scorpia book fic where Alex watches videos of Yassen's assassinations at Malagosto. A new lesson at Malagosto reveals the traces of Yassen's legend at Scorpia, but might show Alex more than he wants to see.

The Dawns Are Quiet Here (T, 2.6k) - MCD fic where Alex dies holding Yassen's hand. When Alex is left fatally injured after a mission, Yassen offers what comfort he can.

Yassen/Alex

A Surprising Holiday (E, 3.4k) - Alex gets tied up and gets a blowjob. Alex runs into Yassen while on holiday in Greece and sees a chance to flip the script of their encounters. Yassen isn't entirely convinced, but is willing to play along. Sequel to A Binding Promise. Written for @myulalie.

A Debt Repaid (E, 1.3k) - Dubcon blowjob with past unrequited John/Yassen. When John refuses to let Yassen thank him for saving his life, Yassen is left with no way to pay his debt. Until Alex.

A Hushed Affair (E, 3.3k) - Dubcon handjob in the forest. Yassen catches Alex while he’s chased through a forest by guards, and decides to test Alex’s ability to stay quiet. Sequel to A Surprising Holiday.

Miscellaneous

Disciplinary Action (T, 4.4k) - Skeleton Key AU where Sarov makes good on his threat to have Alex whipped. "There will be no more outbursts," Sarov told him, his tone brooking no disobedience. "You will be quiet, and you will watch. And when Juan's punishment is over, you will take his place." Written for @lastlymatt.

Need To Know (G, 2.9k) - Pre-canon fic where Ian finds out John is a spy. MI6 keeps its agents on a need-to-know basis. As Ian Rider discovers, that apparently includes the fact that his brother has been working for secret intelligence for close to a year already.

A Lesson in Restraint (E, 6.1k) - John/Yassen lesson on bondage turns into something more. It was important, Hunter had explained, to be able to escape handcuffs even when distracted. Yassen just hadn't expected his method of distraction, or where it would lead them. Exchange gift for @limnall.

[m--rtyr]

I think it’s interesting how, in early MCD, the SKs we focus on most really try to settle down and live… somewhat normally.

Zenix is probably the most obvious example, he remained in PD until he literally couldn’t. And even Sasha, though she was attempting murder plots and enlarging household pets at the same time, was clearly settling into PD until, again, she was found out.

And with the current lore around this time being that it’s sort of implied they chose to be SKs, I find this to be a really weird way to present them. Sure it’s not the group as a whole, but the two most prominent SK characters at this point (Zenix and Sasha), who are the way we learn about the group, are very much portrayed as sinister but… people

Like Zenix is a son, Sasha is an unrequited lover, they have their places in the community not only in roles but in relationships. And they keep this up, over and over, until they’re exposed for being shadow knights.

Zenix, yeah, did kill the lord - that’s the price of turning. But he only began hurting people again when Vylad was trying to kill him. He was only hurting people who almost found out what he was, and when he didn’t succeed with Garroth, he ran because he knew there was no more lying he could possibly do to save himself.

Sasha, yeah she was trying to kill Aphmau, probably because Aph intervened in SK business (and we are told explicitly in dialogue that SKs don’t like people fucking with things that should be left unfucked), but other than that… she leaves PD alone once she settles in. She strings Brendan along, sure, but even with Donna being very suspicious of her, she doesn’t make any major moves. Until Laur sees her, until there is a witness that can out her for being dead, and then she runs. She doesn’t kill Laur, or aph. She just leaves.

It’s just interesting that they’re at their most docile when they have somewhere to stay, and become the most violent immediately after having to run off. Like what they’re searching for isn’t a king to bow down to but safety. Immortality feels safe, having a home feels safe, and when you have one taken away it seems like the only logical option is to ensure you keep the other. They kill and maim because that’s the way to Lee in Shad’s favour, to keep their immortality, to keep their safety.

It’s just such a shame that this is lost the moment a main character becomes an SK. Like there cannot be any nuance with letting a ‘good guy’ choose the wrong path.

[autumnweeen]

Updated at last!

I’ve been working on fleshing out the rest of the story since February and chapter 2 is finally here.

If you’re seeing this for the first time know that:

-it’s not a HEA

- there’s MCD

- it’s about Hanahaki disease, unrequited love and denial of feelings

- there will be blood

- kind of a canon semi-rewrite but not quite

- 24 chapters and around 90k to 100k long

[fangirl-in-general]

FIC IDEA!!!! 🚨🚨🚨🚨

Obviously nothing is set in stone, and I’m really just writing this to satisfy my need for content but I wanted to share the idea I had for an mcd fic so here’s everything I got so far…

Garroth x reader as a main thing (tho there will be as little distinct details as possible and I’ll try not to use y/n or anything when I’m writing)

Reader is Zenix’s “older sister” garroth found her and Zenix together and she had no memory of who she was or where she came from so they all just kinda bonded, to the point where they all stay in the guard tower together as one little found family (it’s mostly cause neither of them would survive trying to keep zenix in line by themselves). She helped with Zenix’s training and occasionally assisted as a novice guard when needed due to her skill with a sword, but typically she works as a seamstress, entertainer, and designated group braincell (85% of the time)

Reader has always lowkey had a crush on Garroth but never actually realized it until aphmau came into town and caught Garroth’s attention. Upon becoming friends with aphmau she starts to become more and more aware of her feelings and tried harder and harder to push them away and focus on how good of a friendship they’ve had all these years. (This doesn’t work)

Once it is revealed that Zenix is a shadow night the reader attempts to bring him back and talk some sense into him and it just results in her getting kidnapped by him, Sasha, and Gene. Gene begins to take a particular interest in her and attempts to sympathize with her situation of unrequited affection as a way to get her to feel betrayed by Garroth so she’ll fall for him. However could never turn on Garroth so easily, he’s been one of the most important people in her life for years without romance, why would she give that up now??? Tho her heart does do a very distinct little back flip now every time she see Gene….

Then the story will continue and we’ll see where it goes from there👀👀👀

I want to keep it as close to the actual storyline as possible (till the “end” obviously) but there’s definitely gonna be a few changes here and there. I’m also not gonna frame Aphmau as a bad guy cause I hate when fics have to make the actual Mc evil in order to write a convincing love story.

There won’t be any romance with Laurence cause I wanna keep it pretty concise but he and reader will be besties who playfully flirt pretty regularly (till they get dedicated to their lovers of course, then they’re just besties) so I’m sorry for my Laurence fans out there…

Anyway that’s what I got so far!!!! Hope you like it and I’ll start soon I think!

[desceros]

would you ever write angst with an unhappy ending? this is not a request, just a genuine inquiry. i don't think i could ever do it myself. as much as i love putting my special little guys through the wringer, leaving them to suffer would make my heart sad QwQ

haha i…… actually used to almost exclusively write angst without a happy ending.

historically i was known for writing either the fluffiest fluff or the lowest low. like. unrequited soulmates, mcd, psychological horror….. it’s actually very new that i insist on a happy ending! i’ve just decided that i like it better that way, so that’s what i write now. ive done both and i’ve landed here.

that said, i Do still Love a good shake of the jar. you’ll get a happy ending. but you may have to suffer for it >:)

[curioushabitforarivergod]

writer interviewer tag !!

tagged by @known-concepts !! tagging (if u want to do it) @aitafrog, @d00medbythenarrative, @sc0rpiflow3r, and open tag invite for all those who wish to join in!!

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how many works do you have on ao3?

29 (so close to 30 🥹)

what's your total AO3 word count?

72,489

your top 5 stories by kudos?

Last Night - a jedediah/octavius (night at the museum) fic where they have their first kiss as the sun comes up for the last time

Still Falls the Rain - a preslash tomarry where harry travels back to the blitz (unknown reasons) and holds traumatised!tom close

kid (call me when you're sober) - a tomarry where harry is a retired punk rockstar and toms obsessed with him. age gap, smut (incest kink), unhealthy relationship 😐

soft hearts, electric souls - a hinata shouyou/semi eita/ushijima wakatoshi (haikyuu!!) fic based on House of Memories by @flosstupidblog where ushijima thinks hes homophobic but really hes got a crush on semi and hinata. they have sex in the dorms

when the world falls quietly away (and it's just us in the TARDIS) - thasmin, end of flux au where yasmin and the doctor have that conversation and then kiss

do you respond to comments?

yeah! im a bit behind atm but i love replying to comments and i always reply!!

whats the fic youve written with the angstiest ending?

oh dear, better to ask about what (few) fluffy fics ive written... lmao, heres a list. some mcd, some implied character death, some unrequited love, lots of hopeless situations

As You Wave Me Goodbye - The Captain/Lieutenant Havers (BBC Ghosts)

Last Night - Jedediah/Octavius (Night at the Museum)

never-never 'verse - gen (Haikyuu!!)

Half-Hearted Circles - River Cartwright/James "Spider" Webb (Slow Horses)

The Lighthouse Keeper - Shimizu Kiyoko/Yachi Hitoka (Haikyuu!!)

Mock Orange - Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker (Star Wars)

yāran! sōran, the days we live - Shimizu Kiyoko/Yachi Hitoka (Haikyuu!!)

The Angel - Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | Voldemort (Harry Potter)

tell me how to be more than a shell of me - gen (Harry Potter)

do you write crossovers?

not as of yet. def inspired by things from multiple fandoms so its more inspiration crossover than outright cross over. i might end up with something in the future. never say never and all

have you ever received hate on a fic?

no?? some strange comments but nothing outright. like 1 passive aggressive comment but i didnt even realise at the time lmao

do you write smut?

unfortunately, i do on occasion

have you ever had a fic stolen?

nope! (not that i know of)

have you ever had a fic translated?

nope!

have you ever co-written a fic before?

no, not yet. ive had a few "what if?" convos (and im def open to the idea) but nothing solids emerged for now

what's a wip that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

long-time unpublished wip called "the killing moon". although i do want to get round to it someday. its sort of what started my more frequent posting on tumblr

what are your writing strengths?

ive been told im good at smut writing. personally, i think thats just description. so descriptive writing and prose

what are your writing weaknesses?

filler scenes and anything that doesnt relate to the plot, character interaction, dialogue

what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

i'll do it if i include a direct translation within the sentences surrounding it or if theres a translation due to context. i actually did it in nangiri'o ora

what's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

maybe some captain/pat (bbc ghosts) at some point, but at the same time i want to write more of my current ships. especially stuff for slow horses. also want to continue writing a harry/charlie fic i put down last year (im at about 4k atm??)

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thank you so much for the tag lettie!! this was very fun :D

[aria-bun]

ONESHOTS

A world without pain [Unrequited Sorvus, Soren Angst, Soren POV, MCD, oneshot based on instrumental]

Blazing [Sorvus, post s6, Soren angst, oneshot based on instrumental]

I'll see you in a dream, ignoring the alarm [Sorvus, Halloween modern au]

I love you like the ashes in my cigarette box [TMA, Post-s4, Tim Angst]

Kissing you in broken cathedrals, upon charred holy grounds [Sorpeli, post s6]

Minor fable [Soren Angst, post s7, Sorvus, oneshot based on instrumental]

The Perfect Moment [Sorvus, Modern AU meet-cute in the woods, oneshot based on instrumental]

There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface [Soren angst, Soren using dark magic, Sorvus if you squint. Part 1/2]

The silence [MCD, Soren angst, Sorvus, oneshot based on instrumental]

The sacrifice [Sequel to The Silence, Sorvus, MCD, oneshot based on instrumental]

To Keep You From Breaking [Soren angst, MCD, oneshot based on instrumental]

Tree falling no one would hear [Soren angst, torture]

Wright and West [Sorpeli, post s6, oneshot based on instrumental]

POETRY

All Blackout Poetry

A Grocery List.

Betrayal.

Coruscated.

Decay.

Destruction.

Falesia.

Ghough.(American High School Poets Summer 2025 Topical Winner)

Hollow Bones

Kudoclasm.

Like Your Saints Do. [TW: Religion]

Mundane.

Music .(PoetryNation Semifinalist)

On Sleep Apnea.

Our Fears. [TW: Mentioned Abuse and Abandonment]

Six Feet Under.

Temporary.

Untethered.

Your Perfect Daughter. [VENT]

FICS

And with your mermaid hair and your teeth so sharp [In Progress] [Sorvus-centric Mermaid AU with a side serving of Rayllum, featuring Mer!Soren and Mer!Rayla]

But after sunlit days, one thing stays the same (rises the moon) [Completed 1/5/25] [Sorvus Coffee shop AU with background Rayllum and Christmas shenanigans]

Cherry Collins [Completed 5/11/25] [Samicolin Pub/Band AU]

Gunpowder and Cigarettes [Completed 4/24/25] [Jacoffel Roommates AU]

It's quicker and easier to eat your young [Completed 6/24/25] [Sorvus-centric S7 prediction, featuring HalfElf!Soren, written with @sorinethemastermind]

Smoke rings and coffee stains [Completed 4/8/24] [Sam x Colin College AU with background Dyhard, displayed in vignettes]

The night has a thousand eyes [In Progress] [OC x Finian De Seel, canon divergence]

The swan upon Leda [Completed 12/25/24] [Sorvus post-s7 microfic, featuring Rayllum babies and Soren's daughter Leda]

WRITING EVENTS

Sorpeli Week 2025 [COMPLETE]

Whumptober 2024 [UNFINISHED]

You can find some of these + more on my AO3!

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