#I DO have a bit of a fic written about the haunted mansion

[arabriddler]

spn/Gotham crossover AU

concept :

Ed ( Gotham ) and Sam ( Spn ) were classmates in a human rights course at university. They worked together on home-works and class projects and were sort of each other’s bi awakening. They almost were a thing but Sam already had a date with Jess when they figured it out, then, well, spn pilot episode happens and they get separated.

years later ( Gotham post-canon, somewhere in spn canon ), Sam and Dean pick up a haunted mansion case in Gotham, it’s the Van Dahl manor they were requested by Oswald Cobblepot ( partner of Ed ) so they meet again.

( Sam doesn’t realize Ed and Oswald are criminals, and only Oswald believes that Sam and Dean hunt ghosts. Ed refuses to believe but humors Oswald. )

Drawings ( they’re old though )

college days :

Bi awakening almost kiss comic :

Reunion :

Sam trying to convince Ed to protect himself:

Post reunion Ed hanging out at the winchesters:

[verlaineszz]

hi!! Can you write a yandere ghost dazai x human fem reader fic?

A/N: of course!! (✦ ‿ ✦) I've been actually meaning to write a ghost dazai but a yandere? Oohhhhh sounds great! :D, thanks for submitting this lovely request of yours anon(≧▽≦)!

YOUR SILHOUETTE A PALE MIST, BURY ME IN YOUR KISS!

ᯓ ⁺₊ ๋࣭ ⭑♡— YANDERE! GHOST! Dazai X HUMAN FEM! Reader!

𓂃 ࣪˖ ཐིཋྀ SUMMARY: Nearby a forest, there was a 1862 Victorian Mansion that still had strong walls and doors that stood strong against winds and storms. But there was something weird about the home, the past owners of the home were either found dead or moved out for good after just a week.

It was rumoured that it was haunted by a vengeful spirit, but no one dared to banish it or call in a priest.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ☠︎︎— HORROR + ANGST + SUGGESTIVE(?) + FLUFF

A/N: FINALLY A NORMAL REQUEST!! anyway, this fanfic may be abit long but apologies since you never really specified your preference for the fic but I'll try!! :D i haven't written yandere in a year so let's see what i can do. （＾ω＾）

𓂃 ࣪˖ ༒︎— WARNINGS : Blood, Death, Suggestive (?) , cursing, SLIGHT(???) GORE

You were currently moving in the old 1862 Victorian Mansion that was rumored to be haunted, obviously it was sold pretty cheap through the online site and the decor of it was absolutely marvelous, which made you not even care if it was haunted or not.. It was so cheap and so beautiful that how could you not buy it?..

The boxes of your things are already in your home and all you have to do is to unpack. You started unpacking and moving things around.

During your little unpacking session, you were gonna walk up the stairs but notice that there was this portrait shape that was covered with a red cloth that wasn't shown in the pictures online, you put the boxes down and decided to remove the cloth. When you slowly slipped the red cloth off the big portrait, there showed a man wearing a white jabot, blue and gold coat and a soft smile. This made you take a step back and look up and down to analyze the painting, the painting of the ridiculously attractive man.. Weird as hell!

You scoff and turn around to continue unpacking your things, but the second you turned around, you felt a pair of eyes watching you. You ignored the feeling and continue unpacking.

While you were unpacking, dazai— the phantom of the house that is the original owner of the home was watching you, it was new to him.. A female unmarried tenant? This might be his best bet to scare the living shit of you, since he hasn't gotten a female tenant yet.

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The unpacking was done and you were visibly tired, immediately crashing on the red floral patterned couch that was in the living room. The whole place looked old but aesthetically pleasing. There was a fireplace, a grand piano, a grandfather clock, bookshelf and a coffee table with a wood vase of belledonna. You sigu and cross your legs, tilting your headback, this scene wasn't unnoticed by the ghost of dazai osamu. He was watching you with curious intent, he was sure that he'd have you dead or gone in no time since he never liked anybody living in his home. But since you were.. Really pretty.. Why not toy with you for a bit before placing your life in a casket?

During the first night, you were there on the bed in your new room, scrolling on your phone before looking at the time, it was 9:56 pm..you gotta take a shower before going to bed since you had work tomorrow. You stood up and removed your clothing before grabbing a robe and entering the bathroom, you turn the water on and began showering, as you showered, you still felt a creep run down your spine, as if you were being watched.

In dazai point of view, he was staring at your bare face, he smirked and checked you up and down.. Seeing your hips, thighs, waist.. And... He chuckled silently, seeing you showering without a clue that you were being watched, he quickly left and decided to give you some privacy.

After showering, you slid into a thin night gown before laying down on the canopy bed and scrolling on your phone, but as you laid down it felt strangely cold, the windows were closed so how could this be cold? You wondered before the bedside lights started ti flicker, but you quickly dismissed it as old house quirks— "must be some random Victorian magic or something.." you mutter before you continue scrolling on your phone, dazai continued to observe you in the shadows, sometimes moving places from time to time to look like shadows were moving which you unfortunately did not notice.

He pouted as he noticed that you didn't see the subtle appearances he did before planning of a way to get a reaction out of you.

You put down your phone and decided to sleep, it was now 10:23 and you really needed sleep. You stare at the canopy beds ceiling before slowly closing your eyes, your chest rising up and down slowly, a sight that dazai found warm. He stared at you with a grin as the moonlight through the window shined upon your body.

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When you woke up, you felt like a hand was playing with you hair.. You immediately sat up straight and looked around, feeling spooked before taking a deep breath and getting out of bed to get ready to go to work then meet up with your boyfriend.

Whem you left, dazai stayed there, thinking about how to scare you even more, so when you left, he rearranged some of the stuff in yours house, small mischievous giggles came out of his mouth while doing so.

A few hours later.. The second you arrive back home and bring in your boyfriend, dazais expression from afar turned im disgust, obviously he didn't like other men in his house, especially when the man was with you when he just got a pretty lady in his humble abode!

your boyfriend wasn't really the most supportive person in the world or nicest.. He was just there, you didn't even know how you and him managed to get together when the whole relationship only felt one sided.

"This place looks.. Err.. Old.. You like this shit?" your boyfriend asked with a unimpressed look.

This left dazai pissed since he wasn't only in his house and taking you away from him but he was also insulting your choice in houses..

You and your boyfriend walked up the stairs to your room for some alone time, he sat there on your bed in a reckless way, he just laid there like he owned the place. He scrolled on his phone as you sit beside him on the right side of the bed and hug his arm, your boyfriend clearly couldn't care less which made dazai grumble silently in the corner of darkness.

You and your boyfriend were.. "cuddling" on your bed as he scrolled on his phone, probably lookin at other women before dazai got fed up and whispered something in his left ear to scare him— "get out, you scum."

Your boyfriends eyes widens a little, looking at you with a pretty annoyed look, "did you just call me something?.." he looked at you, visibly pissed, pushing your arm away from him. "What?? I didn't?" you replied back with an innocent look, dazai watched the scene, not wanting to resort to something else to not scare you away from him, he looks at your innocent face, though he can see you, both of you amd your boyfriend couldn’t see him.

"yeah right." your boyfriend scoffed, moving you away from him before he continue scrolling back on his phone, dazai clearly picked up that your boyfriend did not get the memo.

A few minutes later, your boyfriend stands up, eyes glued to his phone— "im gonna go find the bathroom."

When he found the bathroom, he did his business and started to wash his hands, The bathroom had a bathtub with gold stands, a small chandelier, a mirror, a silver faucet and a white and gold marbled sink, on the sink was some soap and a razors. The lights started suddenly flickering, your boyfriend scoffed in Annoyance. "why the hell did that bitch buy such a shabby old house..?!" he muttered while washing his hands before met with a cold feeling behind him, he ignored the feeling but it was obviously lingering. His eyes were just on his hands as he washed and washed and washed, he kept coating his hands with soap as he continue rubbing violently, the lights started flickering more frantically. "fuck"

A whisper was heard from behind your boyfriends back, "off", your boyfriend gulps as he washed his hands more violently, he couldn't move. He couldn't look up. He didn't wanna look at the mirror infront of him to see what was behind. "scum."

Your boyfriends eyes widens as he started to shake, he felt a hand wrap around his throat tightly, he looked up and saw nothing behind him but he felt something wrapped around his neck that was choking him. He coughed and coughed but when he looked down back to the running water and his hands, his hands were bleeding. Most of his hands skin was torn off, he looked at what he was holding and it was the blades. He hasn't been washing his hands the whole time.. He was getting cut.

He immediately sprinted out the bathroom, leaving the water and light on. You heard the opening of door bang againts the wall, you stood up from your bed and looked outside your room, by the time you went ouside your room, you saw your boyfriend sprint out of your house. "Hey! Wait! Where are you going!!" you yelled with a concerned tone, but when you yelled it, he was already gone. Your eyebrows furrowed in disappointment, your shoulders slumped, not understanding why he just left all of the sudden.

Dazai on the other hand was overjoyed. He even turned the sink and lights off for you to not waste water and electricity. Ah.. Only if you knew what he did.. He just saved you from your little toxic relationship, he really wanted to hear your voice praise him.

The day after that, you tried texting your boyfriend to only be met with blocked profiles and one messags, "we're done."

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The haunting within your home escalates, multiple of your things was dissappearing or either misplaced somewhere.. There were nights where you'd be on your phone scrolling while comfortably laid down on your bed where you could hear whispers. It was either your name or threats— "Get out." - "[Your name], [Your name]"

It was a smooth deep voice that whispered subtly in your ear that gave you chills running down your spine, this honestly frightened you but you already paid full and moved all your stuff in so there was no way a little ghost or hallucination was gonna make you move out! Especially since this might've been the reasom why your son of a bitch boyfriend broke up with you, so.. why not keep the house?

The more you didn't budge through dazais antics, the more you pique dazais interest and attraction. You laid there on your bed, scrolling through your phone as you felt the vacant part of your bed get cold. You sigh— "does it always get cold whenever im not around?.." you mutter, still quite sad from the newly break up text before going back on your phone, suddenly one of your coats that was hung on the coat hanger on the side of room fell, you sigh in Annoyance and stood up, putting it back before you were met with a hand caressing your waist, "eek!" you squeeled before turning around to be met with.. Nothing.

You immediately ran back to your bed, hiding under the covers and forcing yourself to sleep, you stayed under the blankets, eye open and thinking about the situation. You're very sure now that it wasn't hallucinations and there really was something in your home, but the hand.. It felt human. It was cold but soft and gentle, not like the hands of your ex boyfriend.. You thought about more of the relationship between you and your boyfriend and realize that he never actually exchanged touches with you.. You were the one always handing it out but he never gave it back, this made your stomach hurl and you slowly slipped the blanket off of your upper body for air.. You stared at the canopy beds ceiling and tears left your eyes, "that bastard.." you mutter as you cried, you suddenly covered your face with your hands and groaned, turning to your side and cried in anger and sorrows.

The same gentle hands were on your waist, the hands that caressed you with deep devotion that you've never experienced before.. This is what you craved for.. You turn around and see nothing, you look around and you sit up, the room was dimly lit by the moonlight, casting a silvery glow over the old furniture. You wipe your tears before hearing a deep suave voice— "Don't cry now, bella.. Don't let tears stain your pretty face."

You feel your breath bunch up in your throat, "who are you?.." you mutter, trying to hide your fear.

"mm.. Nobody." dazai replies back, his voice was everywhere.. You couldn't tell where it was coming from.. If it was from left, right, front or from behind, the non visible hand on your waist slowly went down, giving a small squeeze to your hips before you woke up.

The sun was raised high as you looked at your window, you sit up and rub your eyes.. Was it all just a dream? Why did it felt so real? And why did you crave more of those little touches?..

The little touches that dazai gave you was subtle but full of devotion, he didn't even know that he would become so intrigued by you this quickly that he wanted to watch your every single move. He looked at you staring at nothing, perhaps you were in deep thought in his eyes..

He loved the way your lips would turn into a smile, he loved how your brows would furrow, he loved the way you breathed, the way you talked, the way you move, it was all fascinating to him.. He has been alone and lonely in the Victorian Mansion without any suitors..and you were visibly his type.

You started off you day with breakfast then taking a shower, you take off your clothes and looked at the mirror before hanging your towel, just when you were gonna turn around, you see a figure with brunette hair with their elbow on the sink edge and resting their face against their palm in a flash, you look back but nothing was there. You shrugged it off and continue to take a shower.

After showering and getting ready, you researched about the mansion and learned that there was an earl who used to own it but unfortunately died due to a murder, his name was dazai osamu, he was known to be popular amongst the ladies back in the 1860's before he died in 1872. You checked the pictures of him and it was exactly like the portrait by the stairs..

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Every single night became intimate, you always saw him in your dreams and you always felt like you were getting watched.. Which turned invasive, dazai just wanted every part of you.

Night after night, he always gave you touch without showing hisself, but you already knew what he looked like through the painting.. But what made you feel guilty was that you couldn't touch him back, though his touches were random at night, it still gave you chills.

You lay calmly on your bed, you stare at the canopy beds ceiling as the nonvisible hand moves the hair out of your face, this was weird.. And you knew you needed to end it some way somehow.

Dazais feelings of making you stray away or die were now completely gone, he just wanted you by his side. He wanted you to be his.

You move to your side and look up, only to be met with a young man with brunette hair, brown eyes and a gentle smile. Your eyes widens and you look at him, was this really him?.. He grins and he caresses your cheek, "Do you enjoy my company, bella?" he asked in a soft suave tone, your eyes quickly relaxes as you slightly blush— "i guess so."

RING! RING! RING! Aw.. It was your stupid alarm, you open your eyes and look to the side to be met with nothing.. This was the first time you genuinely saw his face up close in real life.. You sigh and get ready for your day to go back to work.

You get ready and go down the stairs, trying to find your keys.

Dazai on the other hand, was holding your keys, he didn't want you Going anywhere. You looked and looked and looked.. But to no avail, nothing. Your workplace was pretty far and since you were near the woods, little to no cabs were around so you decided to call in sick. You began undressing, removing your work clothes and slipping into something more comfortable...

Dazais plans were to stop you from leaving the house in every single possible way. Night falls dark and the moon had risen up, leaving a pale glow outside, you were currently trying to think of what houses would be possible to stay in to finally escape the ghost who played games with you but as you were thinking on your bed, you went on your laptop and you scrolled on homes that were available, while you were scrolling, the laptop immediately closed as a hand wrapped around your waist, feeling a cold aura behind you. "what were you looking at bella?" he rests his chin on your shoulder, you sat there frozen before turning to him and being met with his pretty face.. His pale skin and brunette hair was a criminal combination, his face was so close to yours as he hugged you tightly from behind.

"..." you couldn't muster up a sentence.. "You aren't thinking about leaving me.. Are you [Your name]?.." he looked at you with pretty eyes.

"i.. Was just looking at houses." you replied back with a half life half truth statement. Dazai clinged onto you, it felt oddly comforting.. "You know im just here to protect you, Right? I'll treat you waaay better than that little ex of yours, my dear." he whispered in your ear in a possesive tone, blush crept up to your cheeks as he held you tightly, you looked at him and his gaze fell onto your lips, he examined your pretty face, though he was dead, he felt oddly giddy because he gets to hold you while your pretty face was close to his.

"You'll stay with me, got it? You're mine and no one else's."

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Dazais desire to be with you turned insanely strong, so strong that be believed in something obsessive, every day he'd find ways to try and painlessly take your life without even realizing it, you already knew. You walked around the halls in your home knowing that at any second, the ghost who haunted you could come and just swoop you, you were confused why he wanted to kill you? You thought he loved you.. So why did he want to kill you?

You decided to confront him about it. As soon as it hit nightfall, you laid down on your bed and waited for his presence to immerge since his energy was stronger during night, as you feel his soft cold hands touch you waist, you grab his hand and turn to him, "What the hell have you been trying to do..!?" you ask in an angered confused tone.

He looks at you with slightly wide eyes before reverting back to normal, "oh whatever do you mean bella?" he tried to play it off.

"Why have you been trying to kill me!?"

"... I love you okay? I'm doing all of this for you." he said sternly, holding your hand softly and kissing peppering it with kisses.

Eventually the two of you broke out into a fight, though he tried to explain hisself, he really didn't wanna fight you. He just wanted you to understand that all he has done was for you. And he wanted for you to understand.

He gripping onto your waist, burying his face on the nape of your neck, his expression soft but disappointed..

"you really dont understand, don't you? I love you. And i'll do anything just to have you as mine."

His tone was low but it gave a hint of obsession.

"Please. Just dont go.. I- i can't keep being alone in this place. You're all i have." he muttered, his voice slightly whiny but full of sorrows as he held you tighter.

You felt awful, he loved you like no other and treated you better than anyone of your exes, though he was dead, he would love to kiss your lips again and again.

He held onto you tightly as you kept quiet, sighing before replying back— "If you keep this up, I'll move out. I'm serious."

Dazais eyes widens and the words that left your lips broke him since his body was buried under his house, his soul couldn't leave the mansion whatsoever, "Please! I can't lose you. Not now, not ever! Please! Give me a chance!" he gripped onto your clothing, "i love you more than my own existence, you're the only thing keeping me feel alive again and sane in this place, this place feels like an asylum! Don't.. Go." his voice cracked as he pleaded for you, tears was already beaded on his tear ducts, he didn't want you to go, he felt lost like some puppy, he just wanted you to stay with him, eternally.

He was so obsessed that he wanted to bind your soul with his so you could be his, together and forever in the afterlife.

A/N: originally, i was planning to make dazai kill reader but today i wanted to leave a cliffhanger. Thank you for reading and i really enjoyed this request!! :D I'll try to get into more yandere themes so i could do better in the future, thanks again anon for this lovely request of yours （＾ω＾）

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[whinlatter]

reading | listening | writing | summer '23

sulking in bed with tonsillitis - never had it before, thought i was built different, crushed to discover i am, in fact, built the same (sickly). so thought was overdue a share of some of the fics i have loved that i've read these past few months (even though my TBR remains colossal), as well as some tune/travel updates, a lil writing check in, and a lil sneak peek of chapter eight of Beasts because the ex boyfriends are back, baby!!!

Reading

Bookbinding by @saintsenara (Myrtle/Tom Riddle, AU, 35k, multi-chapter, completed)

look. this is how it's going to go. i'm going to say myrtle/tom riddle AU, you're going to say 'are you right in the head you're a canon compliant girlie kindly get a grip on yourself'. but then you're going to click the link, and read it, and then you'll be chuckling and filled with boundless delight and want to read this stonkingly well-written properly funny rich magical little fic all over again as soon as you've finished and you'll have me to thank for it. it's a rom-com, people. dare you not to be enchanted. their ship name is literally tyrtle? the tag is 'she said: I can fix him! and she's right'. (and then you're going to read this hinny one, also by @saintsenara as a gift to me as a delectable chaser and lose your mind!)

everything i am is yours by @brightlybound (Hinny, AU, 4k, oneshot)

remember when i was like, AUs, not my bag! and then i read a load of AUs and realised i was talking out of my arse? weird. anyway, here is a lovely little hinny AU that i've gone back to a bunch because it's just really beautifully written and deeply charming and actually does something a lot of muggle AUs don't always do, which is play with harry's characterisation ever so deftly to say, hey, harry is harry, but if nothing bad had happened to him and james and lily lived, he'd be a little bit different, wouldn't he? this harry is our harry, but he's just that bit more confident, that bit more capable of digging an active flirt out of his back pocket. and that makes me happy!

The Last Something That Meant Anything by anonymous (Percy POV, Percy/Audrey and Percy/Oliver, short multichapter, 21k, completed)

i have a lot of percy thoughts these days. fanon percy, steeped in weasley bashing, doesn't do very much for me, so i really loved this belter of a percy character study that considers him both within and apart from his family in a way that attends to his trauma and inner life, but also shows the truth: he's not doing well, he does fuck up with a big moral lapse, and then he has work to do - interesting, deep, personal work - to make it right. please check the tags with this one, as it does contain reference to SA, but really do recommend a read if you feel able.

haunted mansion by @bronzeagepizzeria (Sirius-POV, 1.5k, oneshot)

this brilliant short fic really left me with so many sirius feelings: it just gets the claustrophobia and the grief of sirius' last year alive exactly right, and it just has these fabulous cameos that have detonated a thousand deep sirius thought bombs in my head forever. l o v e d it

perpendicular by akissinacrisis (Hinny, AU, 4.5k, oneshot)

harry/ginny AU, where harry goes to stonewall high and meets ginny at a party. it's so tender and beautiful and stiff and sad and understated, and it's really stayed with me. also it does what all good hinny fics must do (have them chatting. just talking, hanging out, shooting the shit together. they just love to chat, those two lil magnets snapping to each other).

empire builders by she-crow (Prongsfoot, possibly canon-compliant but technically AU I guess, 25k oneshot)

i read this laid out beside a lake and needed at least four more days of lying by a lake to think about it. it's a) one of the most beautiful fics i've ever read b) rip your heart out and staple it heart-wrenching and good and c) some of the best sirius and james characterisations i've read that really serves as a manifesto for playing around with marauders multiships to really different characters in such different lights. the other beauty of it is that it could be canon-compliant? like it could be read as a fabulous doomed tragic love affair between two boys completely infatuated with each other and not sure where to put it. and i think that's kind of gorgeous. so yeah uhh big fan

Notes from the Ravenclaw Bulletin Board by lostrobin (Gen, 11k, completed)

this is a fic told through (very funny) little notes on the ravenclaw bulletin board. been thinking a lot about different house dynamics atm and this a) made me laugh out loud and b) really think, you know who is really sound? those ravenclaw kids. love those bookworms. the crookshanks and fred and george cameos really make this, too. you'll zip through it and you'll giggle. there's nothing more to it!

Listening (while out and about)

i listened to things like this:

pink light by muna (saw em live, lost my mind!) | space invader by the national (anthemic) | mountain by the joy (they're too good) | the greater wings (album) by julie byrne (literally stunning) | gorilla by lil simz (best beanie man sample of all time?)

Writing

other than this birthday microfic for mr potter, a bit of tinkering and dawdling with other misc projects that i pick up and put down over and over again, and my usual meta nonsense, i've just been writing Beasts! put four chapters out since last check-in, and am hard at work on chapter eight, which has some of my favourite scenes in the fic so far. we're gearing up for some chapters away from the castle (writing the winter break chapters in august. what am i like!) and some scenes i've been sat on for ages and some others that i'm having so so so much fun writing. i'm a michael corner stan now? who knew?

She lugs the trunk off the bus at the final stop and traipses around the warren of streets in Soho for a while, looking for the address written on the piece of parchment clutched in her hand. Finally, she finds the building, battered door with the doorbell hanging half off, and stands awkwardly in the street, catching her breath, until the machine crackles and a familiar deep voice says: ‘Hello?’ 'Hi, it’s me.’ She clears her throat. ‘It’s Ginny, I mean.’  ‘Oh, hi. Come on up.’  The hallway has an unmistakably damp, squat-like feel about it. Loud laughter spills out of the flat on the first floor, and a group of uni students, squabbling amicably among themselves, parade past her on the second floor staircase as she rings the doorbell and loiters in the corridor, feeling hopelessly out of place. ‘Your hair’s so nice!’ one girl with thick black boots and a face full of piercings says admiringly as she passes by, just as the door to the flat swings open.  ‘Oh, good, you found it. I wasn’t sure you’d be able to.’ ‘Why wouldn’t I be able to?’ Michael rolls his eyes. ‘You know, Ginny, seen as it's Christmas, maybe we could try not to argue before you’ve even set foot in my flat.'

okay, one more 🕺

THE BOYS OF 12 GRIMMAULD PLACE INVITE YOU TO  THE NEW YEAR’S PARTY OF THE CENTURY Eight til late, BYOB because we’re skint THE THEME: ‘MUGGLE MAGIC’ (BRING OUT THE MUGGLE IN YOU -  BECAUSE MUGGLES ARE MAGIC, TOO!)

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers! Spread the self-love ❤️

Emmerson, my dearest dear, thank you so so much for the lovely ask! A bit of self-love and self-hype is always a good idea 😊💜

Because I got several lovely self-rec asks I'm giving you my favorite AUs I've written 😘

Would you fall for me? (explicit | 8.8k) - my try at enemies to lovers

Dustin hugged him again and when he pulled away he patted Eddie on the back and said, "Great. Maybe you and Steve will finally bury the hatchet, now that you both have to help me plan the wedding.” "Sorry, I think I heard wrong. It almost sounded like —" Eddie started, praying that he had indeed misheard Dustin, because no way in hell... Dustin let out an exasperated sigh. "You didn't. Steve is also my best man." At Eddie's horrified look, Dustin added, "I really don't understand why you two hate each other so much. I think you could be great friends if you both just stopped acting like kids, man." "He started it," Eddie grumbled like the very mature adult he was. This was going to end in disaster, he fucking knew it.

Suitcase of Memories (explicit | 55.7k) - my first and only big bang, written with the amazing @legitcookie 💜

In a bygone era, two men overcome all societal norms and find an instant, powerful connection that defies all odds. Their secret love blossoms in the shadows, forming an unbreakable bond. However, fate eventually intervenes, cruelly tearing them apart. Fast forward to the present day, Steve awakens from a startling dream that feels surprisingly real, like he was really there. The memory of it haunts his every waking moment, making him question if he somehow recognizes the mysterious, curly-haired stranger playing his guitar at a street-corner, although they have never met before. Steve continues to cross paths with this enigmatic figure, Eddie, until they surrender to fate and their instant attraction. As their relationship deepens, Steve's dreams become increasingly vivid, detailed, and intense, leaving him with an uncanny sense of familiarity. They also strangely reflect the growing romance and struggles of his newfound relationship. Is it all just a coincidence, or is there a deeper connection that defies the boundaries of time and fate?

we were meant to be (we live happily in my fantasy) (explicit | 5.6k) - my try at rockstar!Eddie

Eddie Munson has it all. The big mansion with more bathrooms than anyone could ever need, five platinum albums in as many years, countless awards to show the world that the trailer trash from a shithole town in Indiana had made it, and enough money to buy said shithole town if he ever wanted to. Which he certainly didn't, thank you very much. The only good thing about this hellhole is his uncle, who still refuses to live anywhere else. Eddie Munson also has the most gorgeous date of all the Grammy attendees on his arm, smiling charmingly at the flashing cameras and winning the hearts of everyone he so much as looks at. Or: Eddie is a Big-Shot-Rockstar and Steve is the escort he hired to get people off his back. Too bad he fell in love with him.

I’ll keep you like an oath (may nothing but death do us part) (mature | 20k) - finally, I tried my hand at the fake dating trope!

When Steve's grandmother dies, he finds out that he can only get his inheritance - half a million dollars - if he marries someone. It's her way of forcing Steve to live a heterosexual life. Sucks for her that gay marriage has been legalized since she wrote her will. Sucks for Steve that he doesn't have a man or woman in his life to marry. Cue Eddie Munson, roommate and best friend of Robin's girlfriend Chrissy and the guy Steve has had a crush on for years. What could possibly go wrong?

Emotional Motion Sickness (explicit | 16.5k) - emotional porn, pure and simple

"This is actually my first time in a gay bar and I had no idea it was a theme night, that people would be here looking for... for... leather and chains and whatnot. If I knew that, I wouldn't have come." It comes out in a rush, the words stumbling over each other in his haste to get them out as quickly as possible. Steve fights the urge to bury his head in his hands again, but part of him is glad he got it all out. Now he can only hope that Eddie still wants to talk to him, because he likes Eddie, and he may not be into the same things as him, but maybe... Steve doesn't know what he's hoping for, only that he doesn't want his night to end without at least getting Eddie's number. Maybe they can at least be friends. Steve really needs more gay friends, ones who don't send him to a bar without telling him they have theme nights.

[emma-frxst]

Smooth Criminal (Chapter 14)

Pairing: detective!Colossus x Criminal!Reader

Summary: Piotr falls in love with you, an art historian. He doesn’t know that you have a secret double life as an ex-spy turned art thief selling your stolen art to Sebastian Shaw. What happens when your two worlds collide?

Warnings: sad professor X, knives, mention of weapons.

Authors note: please read about tags at the end! I’ve re-written this many times trying to get the pacing of the story right without having this chapter being way too fucking long. So here’s what we’ve got! There’s just a few more chapters and this fic will be done!! Im so excited. Ps I’m a Charles x Eric shipper but for the purpose of this story I’ve got Charles x Moira.

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Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters

1407 Graymalkin Lane, Westchester County, New York.

You walked up the stone path to what was once a blossoming school. Students ran amok while the teachers kept a watchful eye on the young mutants.

But time had taken it’s toll on the place and the man who ran it. Last you heard, Charles Xavier was a bit of a lost cause these days. You went to knock on the door but before your fist could make contact with the wooden door, it opened, revealing a sickly looking Charles. It saddened you to see an old friend in such a state.

Loneliness and guilt plagued him.

The guilt of past actions haunted you both, it seemed.

“Hello y/n” he said. “I heard your thoughts as soon as you stepped out from the car. Please come in”.

“I thought your powers didn’t work with Hank’s cure’?” You inquired, stepping into the mansion.

“Ah, can’t seem to turn the mind completely off.” He stated, tapping his temple with his index finger.

Ever since Charles had erased Moira Mactaggert’s memories he has become a recluse. He didn’t care, he was depressed and angry. His true love didn’t even know his name. He had shut down the school, opting to be alone with the exception of a visit from old friends every now and then.

“I suppose you didn’t come here to reminisce on old times.” He stated rather than questioned.

Ah yes old times.

You worked with Moria to help keep Xavier’s mansion off the CIA and SHIELD’s radar. You and she had prevented many a sticky situation on the professors behalf.

And now you needed him to repay that favor.

“No, I didn’t come for reminiscing. Um.. I have a..problem with someone with a strong healing factor. I need them dead. Not gone, not injured, but dead. I’ve got cash.”

The professor scoffed. “Money..” he mumbled. “Who needs it.”

“Do you?“ you questioned.

“No, my dear. Money is no fun unless you’ve got someone to spend it on. Come on now.”

He said, motioning you to follow him downstairs.

“You’re not trying to kill Wolverine are you?” He joked.

“No, his brother Sabertooth, actually.” You said, deadpan.

The professor seemed a bit shocked at your confession.

“Always getting ourselves into sticky situations, aren’t we?”

“Yes.” You replied. “I wish Moria was here to help get me out of this one.”

Charles remained quiet as the two of you approached the weapons vault. Maybe you shouldn’t have brought her up.

The vault opened revealing weapons of all kinds.

Hoping he’d give you the biggest one, you were disappointed when the professor put a small dagger in your hands.

You looked at him with disbelief, he didn’t have to read your mind to tell that wasn’t what you were expecting.

“This blade is made from carbonadium.”

Your face scrunched into confusion.

“It is a radioactive metal that is vastly stronger than steel, but more malleable than adamantium. It can slow a healing factor to a stop.”

It was then and only then that you realized the challenge that laid out in front of you.

Victor was a brute. He was tough and mean. Animalistic would be a more fitting adjective. He was also impulsive and reckless when his judgement was clouded by revenge and anger. Meanwhile you were calculating, cautious, and able to keep your cool.

“Thank you, Charles.”

“Not a problem.” He said, closing the vault and walking you back upstairs.

“It’s a shame you have to live such a lie after what SHIELD did to you.”

“It’s not a complete lie..” you explained. “I’ve found something so pure and..right despite it all.”

The professor quirked a brow.

You couldn’t help but smile at the thought of Piotr.

“Yeah, I um-“

“Want to talk about it over tea?” Charles questioned.

“I would Charles, but that pure and good thing I found..doesn’t know I’m here and I’d like to keep it that way.”

“I understand, off you go then.” He said, walking you out the front door.

“Thanks again, Charles.”

He gave you a small wave and closed the door.

You looked at the dagger in your hand and took a deep breath.

Oh what had you gotten yourself into?

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\ weeks later /

You let out a long sigh, it had been a long day of selling books, talking about books, talking about books about art history, hanging a few replica paintings in the bookshop, helping some students with projects. Just book stuff..No crime, no lies, no Victor.

You left the inventory and cash counting for tomorrow, Piotr was picking you up for dinner and you couldn’t wait. He had been working overtime for the past two weeks and you missed him dearly.

You stepped outside the door, enjoying the light breeze that swept through. Maybe you could convince Piotr could go for a walk after dinner. The warmer months made it great for post- dinner sunset watching.

You turned to lock the door. While doing so you heard heavy footsteps from someone walking up behind you, a cool shiver made its way down your spine.

“Did you miss me?”

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Dun dun dun..a cliff hanger! Is it Piotr? Is it the professor? Is it Victor? Is it an old colleague from SHIELD? find out next week when chapter 15 is published. Love you all!

Note about tags- I had a note in my phone for everyones tags separated by the character/ series they wanted tagged for..but while trying to put this post in my tumblr drafts (after having too much wine) I’ve messed it up so if I’ve tagged you for the wrong character/series/ fandom let me know otherwise I’ll just keep tagging everyone lol. I’ve got my det loki tags sorted. I’ve also got @brujademente only being tagged for the steel heart series.

Tags: (tag list of open, send me an ask if you want to be tagged, removed or only tagged for certain characters.) @chromecutie @xenomorphique @evelyn120700 @nightriver99 @iamwarrenspeace @this-that-and-every-thing-else @hsk-puma @bungeewabbit @pianomad @lesbianstarkx @hazilyimagine-blog  @super-darkcloudstudent @thehuntress26 @siren-lamented-vampire @mooleche @rovvboat @leo-writer @dandyqueen @nitemaremotionless @thewintersoldierswife

I’ve also got these folks who I think asked to be tagged for colossus stuff but I might be tripping and have just imagined that. so let me know if you want me to keep tagging you. (Saying no won’t hurt my feelings I promise.)

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[hislittleraincloud]

I'm confused (but not at ALL hating on!) the concept of Wenovan. I guess I could say I'm confused how they work together and how their age gap isn't a strange thing to you (again, not trying to hate OR come off as passive aggressive!!)

I understand that you (I do think it was you) mentioned that it's similar to Cairo and Mr. Miller. I'm confused on how exactly Wenovan relates to Cairo and Miller though, when their situations are much, much different (a barely grown high schooler lusting after her English teacher and a freshly 16 year old and her sort of ex's dad who hated her dad and tries to stop her from butting into a close case).

Also age gap thing, like I said.

I really do hope that this doesn't come off as rude or passive aggressive or anything, I know the part comparing Miller's girl and Wenovan definitely sounds that way (even to me) but I pinky swear I really don't mean for it to. I'm just curious about your thought process with all of this, that's all.

To answer this means examining both Wednesday and Cairo as characters and how they relate to those around them. That means comparing both, and I've been meaning to do this since I learned of MG (through a fic wife and an anon).

Like I had written in shortform before when I ranked on Ortega for being a bit airheaded when she said she'd never read a character like Cairo before: Both Wednesday and Cairo are (supposed to be, there's evidence in both canon that they're not) gifted characters whose vocabularies allow them to write the stuff that they write as aspiring authors (I would actually say that Wednesday is the better writer). They both live in 'haunted mansions', they both love their solitude/find interests in books over ✨boys✨, and their one goal in life seems to be to harass the old men around them into spending time with them.

You don't have to see a direct parallel, because it becomes more direct in my portrayal of Wednesday, i.e. 'Afterburn Wednesday'. I was wholly unaware of Miller's Girl (well before it came out, and before I was sent the old script) when someone told me that it sounded like Afterburn Wednesday, and that was before I published Chapter 7.

Chapter 7 contains a flashback where Wednesday is trying to seduce her English professor. After she goes to him about her research paper/midterm. Because she asked if she could do it on a controversial book/author, and he was now telling her that it might not be appropriate.

🤦🏽‍♂️

It's about a type, not about all sixteen year old girls. Given how scarily similar my passage is to that of the premise of MG, ABW draws from the same archetype/the Precocious Girl trope (type).

I wouldn't be able to write this stuff about Enid Sinclair (though I tried to conceptualize it, and now that I look back on those notes, it just doesn't work well and would have to be a complete AU), or most of the other Nevermore girls that we know. It doesn't work like that. And the type that I read from the show is the same rare type that can be read from Cairo (Wednesday actually strikes me as slightly smarter than Cairo--she definitely would have a better shot at Yale than Cairo LOL--but we also have to consider the two different worlds). No, there was no literal romantic entanglement between Wenovan on the show, but there was an entanglement, starting with the little grin she gave him after he threatened to keep his eye on her all the way to the end when she warned him that his own son would turn on him too.

And that type who hates being around high school things and high school boys and types her novels on an old typewriter in 2022 and listens to records on a freaking gramophone* wouldn't think much of a man's age more than he is a man who can offer her intellectual stimulation (among other things 🫠). I hate to sound like Winnie Black's parrot, but hot slabs of man meat trump deli meat every single time. Pretty sure I recently reblogged someone's post about that.

Hope that helps.

*ETA: There are canon indications that Cairo also likes 'old'/vintage things too (she uses corded earbuds, listens to Celine Dion and the Gin Blossoms, watches old movies, is obsessed with a classic porn writer, etc.)

[tonguetiedraven]

Hi hi! I'm not sure if you've written smth like this before, but if you haven't could you maybe write smth short about Kuro being jealous of Ryuuji taking up Rin's time for dates and such? I really just think fics from kuros pov of bonrin's relationship adorable

@marble-wolf helped me write this one! Sorry for the delay, and I hope you enjoy it ^^

How Do You Like Meow?

Rating: G Pairing: Bon/Rin

/ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\

It was warm against Rin's chest, drawing soft purrs from the cat sidhe. The halfling was scratching Kuro's chest, and using Kuro's horns as a place to balance his phone, which was mildly annoying but everything else was nice so Kuro ignored it. His paws stretched and relaxed in a gentle massage, tiny claws catching on Rin's shirt.

Ryuuji paused outside the room, read the text message again and confirmed that, yes, Light had said to take Rin, and it was past eight and likely to be an all night thing. 

Feeling a bit like dirt, Ryuuji rapped his knuckles against the door to Rin’s shared room.

Rin pulled himself up, setting Kuro on his warm pillow. Kuro watched with a dismayed chirp as Rin moved to the door and opened it with a curious sway of his tail. Kuro's eyes squinted in a glare at the sight of Ryuuji in full exorcist uniform.

Ryuuji reached for Rin’s hand, catching it and murmuring an apology as he leaned in to give Rin a kiss on the cheek. 

“It’s Lightning,” he explained. “He just told me that the Nakamura case can’t wait. He wants us to go question Tanaka and investigate the Kesshou Mansion for any demons or signs of summoning. Tonight.”

Rin's only response was a long sigh and a mumbled, "fuck" before he was tugging Ryuuji inside to get dressed. 

Kuro yowled, rolling to expose his belly and flicked his tails.

"Rin!" 

"Not now, Kuro. We have to go." Rin said, hurrying to dress. Light was impatient and would come find him and his smell would sink into everything and make Rin crazy later. 

Kuro hissed, staring at Ryuuji with his tails lashing. He sat up, licking a paw as he tried to think of a way to make Rin stay. But nothing ever worked. 

Ryuuji would always come and drag Rin off and Kuro would be left alone for hours. Then when Rin returned, he would collapse in bed only to be gently woken up by Ryuuji. They would be off to school, and Kuro would be alone again. It was even worse when Rin left for dates or tutoring or whatever else was happening. 

Rin was always gone and Ryuuji was always the one to take him. 

Rin finished tugging on his belt, having to pause to untangle his exorcist pin and huffed as his tail went under the belt rather than the more comfortable over. Once that minor inconvenience was solved, he was catching Ryuuji's hand, gave him a kiss and was leading the way out of his room, only half listening to Ryuuji's apologies and tossed a, "bye Kuro!" over his shoulder. 

That's pretty much what Kuro had been hearing constantly since Rin got his meisters (and a boyfriend)... "bye Kuro." 

The cat sidhe stood with a sad chirp, tail low. 

He would find a way to make Rin stay home with him. Maybe he should get Ryuuji a present? Humans did that when they were trying to ask nicely for something. Then Ryuuji would stop taking Rin. But just in case that didn't work. A more aggressive approach?

Kuro's tail lifted to a hook, and he slunk from the bed, rubbing his cheek and side against the doorframe as he sought out a way to keep Rin home.  

— — /ᐠ –ꞈ –ᐟ\ — —

The sun was rising by the time they were home, and Ryuuji was more or less having to drag his poor boyfriend up the steps to the dorm. It had been a horrifically long mission and he felt like utter dirt for it all. 

The mansion had also been haunted in the worst sort of ways, and Ryuuji really just wanted to crash for a few hours before they had to get up and go to their classes again. 

Once they were inside he called out a greeting so Kuro would know they were back, locked the door, and guided Rin up the stairs towards Rin’s room. He opened that door as well, and got Rin to the middle of the room. He left the bedroom door cracked so Kuro could come and go as he willed, and set to getting their uniforms off. 

Kuro was on the bed and staring at them both with solemn eyes, so Ryuuji mumbled a tired greeting while he set the clothes on the desk so they could be put back on in far too short a time. 

He then pulled Rin to the bed and flopped down on it for a brief nap. Kuro hissed, but Ryuuji was far too gone to hear him at all as he wrapped Rin up in a hug. Rin’s arms went around his chest, Rin’s head tucked itself under his chin, Rin’s leg curled around his, and Rin’s tail looped itself around his hip. Firmly wound up in each other, Ryuuji joined Rin in sleep. 

It felt like the alarm woke him up all of a minute later, and then he had to shake Rin awake. Kuro was watching him with wide eyes, and that would always be a little unnerving to wake up to, but it was just part of life with Rin.

He dumped Rin’s clothes in his lap and moved to pull his own on while Rin stared at his own clothes in sleepy confusion. 

Kuro climbed on top of the clothes and head butted Rin’s stomach.

Finished with his own uniform, Ryuuji dragged himself to the doorway and his boots. He grabbed one and pulled it on his foot, and moved to tug the other one on as well, pausing when something slightly solid and slightly soft stopped him. 

Pulling his foot free, Ryuuji peered down and promptly felt himself entirely awake as a shot of horrified adrenaline pumped through his body. He flung the boot away from him with a screech, not caring that it hit the wall and left a dirty scuff on the paint, and caring a lot that the mouse spilled out on the floor. He scrambled back from it, yelping out a string of curses he could hardly understand, and slipping on one of Rin’s discarded shirts. He fell down with a loud thud! and gulped in a panicked breath as he tried to scoot himself further back. 

Why was there a dead mouse in his shoe?! Had it crawled in there to die?! Had it already been dead?! Had he killed it?! 

Nirvana! Were there more?!

Terrified at that thought, Ryuuji sprang to his feet and up onto the bed behind Rin in one bound.

"What?!" Rin cried out, getting to his knees and dumping Kuro to the floor in his rush. 

He scanned where the discarded boot had been thrown and found the source of the panic. A mouse. A dead mouse that Kuro was currently picking up and carrying towards them. 

"Kuro! Drop it!" Rin wasn't that squeamish but Kuro seemed too pleased with what was obviously his catch. "Was… was that— did you put that in Ryuuji's boot?"

Ryuuji’s hands clutched at Rin’s shoulders, keeping him between Ryuuji and the approaching dead mouse. His boyfriend was not afraid of them (not that Ryuuji was) and Ryuuji didn’t feel bad sacrificing him as a shield against the disgusting thing. 

(Put it in his boot? What in the everloving hell had he done to the cat sidhe to make Kuro hate him that much?)

Rin watched Kuro with horrified fascination as the cat dropped the dead mouse on his bed and batted at it with both paws. 

"A present!" Kuro chirped. 

"A present… why? You— no, no mice in shoes, Kuro. People don't like that."

Kuro's ears went back and he sighed like he was disappointed. 

"Present for Ryuuji," Kuro tried. 

"Apparently it's a present for you, babe." Rin said over his shoulder.  

Ryuuji shifted around so Rin was still between him and the dead mouse. 

“I—why? ‘Cause it’s dead? I—thank you,” he stuttered the words out, wanting nothing quite so much as to kick it far away but also not at all wanting to get his foot anywhere near that close to it. “But…you don’t have to do that.” Please, please don’t do that.

Kuro purred, satisfied and picked the mouse up. He ran off with a last purr to dispose of the mouse and Rin couldn't stop the laughter. Well… they weren't tired anymore. 

"Do we really have to go to class?" Rin grumbled. 

Kuro slid to a stop in the hall, listening to Ryuuji's answer.  

Ryuuji gave a full body shudder as he (cautiously) stepped back onto the floor. 

“Yes, Rin. We do.” Then in a softer tease, “Well I don’t. I have absences I could use. Someone else has already used all of theirs.”

Rin growled playfully and shoved Ryuuji. 

In the hall, Kuro growled in a not playful way and dropped the mouse to instead move to sit disapprovingly in the doorway. That plan didn't work. He would have to try something else.  

— — /ᐠ-ᆽ-ᐟ \ — —

“Take out or cooking?” Ryuuji asked as he unlocked the door. “I’m happy either way, I just wanna eat.” He was famished and he was blaming it on being awake through the entire night with nothing but a shared protein bar.

He pulled it open for Rin to enter and followed after him with a yawn.

"Take out." Rin didn't think he could cook. He was so tired that he could fall asleep standing up. Ukobach wouldn't be happy if Rin accidentally broke something in his kitchen. 

Rin greeted the cat sidhe that was laying on the stairs with a wave, yawning and dreaming of collapsing into bed. He wasn't certain he would be awake enough to get his shoes off. 

"Hi Rin!" Kuro called, walking next to their feet with a gentle bump of his body to their ankles.  

Ryuuji helped hold Rin upright while his boyfriend clumsily toed his shoes off. He got his own boots off a moment later, calling a quiet ‘hi’ to Kuro as he placed an order for a delivery from the deli with both of their favorites and an extra side of tuna for Kuro. 

He half led, half carried Rin up the stairs towards the awaiting bed, shivering a little in the cold dorm. (Thankfully half his clothes hung out at Rin’s place now so he wouldn’t be left cold.)

Setting Rin down on the bed and trying not to laugh at how Rin promptly flopped over onto his side, Ryuuji moved to find his sweater and get a start on his own homework so he could turn in early. 

The sweater wasn’t on the dresser where he’d left it. Frowning at that, Ryuuji turned his gaze to the desk, but the sweater wasn’t there either. It wasn’t on Yukio’s side of the room, and Ryuuji was debating just stealing a blanket and warming up that way when he saw a sleeve poking out from under the bed.

Ha!

Ryuuji hurried over, pausing at the last second as he remembered the entirely unwelcome gift in his boot this morning. Swallowing down a rush of discomfort and anxiety, he tentatively grabbed the sleeve and pulled it out from under the bed.

It was just a sweater, no mice —

It had been a sweater. It was now a sleeve with a lot of shredded yarn attached. Either the mice here were truly monstrous, there was a demon hiding somewhere, or Kuro had just…shredded his sweater.

“Rin?” Ryuuji asked, rising back up and holding the ruined remains of his warmest sweater, “do you smell anything in here?” Did he need to do an exorcism?

Rin flapped a hand and mumbled, "no. Nothing but us." 

He lifted his head to fix his tired, groggy eyes on Ryuuji and the sweater— well… what should be a sweater that he held. 

"What the hell?" He asked with a frown, sitting up to get a closer look.

Ryuuji sat next to Rin, tugging up one of the blankets to wrap around his shoulders. “I don’t know. I left it on the dresser.” He glanced up at Rin. “Have you had clothes getting ripped?”

"No…" Rin picked up a frayed corner, noting the individual strands that had been chewed on. 

Kuro was watching them once again, always a couple inches away from them. Rin's eyes narrowed at the slight red yarn caught between Kuro's toes. 

"Kuro?" Rin was hesitant to ask. It didn't make sense. Kuro was always so well behaved. "Did you—?" 

Kuro's ears fell to press flat against his head and his tails flicked but he did not answer. That should do it. Rin would stay with Kuro now. No more long hours alone.

Ryuuji looked down at his poor sweater, and back up at Kuro. “Why?” he couldn’t help but ask, entirely confused. “Is it ‘cause of the mouse?” He looked at Rin. “I didn’t mean to be rude, but—” he looked back at Kuro. “Just tell me next time? I’ll apologize.”

Kuro yowled and hopped up in Rin's lap, head butting Rin and batted a paw at Ryuuji. 

"No! That's not it! You take Rin away. All the time." 

Kuro's words made Rin frown as he translated them for Ryuuji, petting Kuro between his horns in a silent apology.  

Ryuuji blinked a few times as he worked through all of that. 

Why had he left Kuro here last night? Kuro could have easily come along. He could easily come along for most of their missions. 

Did he drag Rin away a lot? He supposed it could look and feel like that. (But why did his sweater have to die? Now he was cold and he didn’t have another one over here.)

With a tired huff, Ryuuji set the sweater aside to dispose of properly later. “Kuro,” he said, trying to keep the frustration out of his voice, “tell me that. Don’t just destroy shit or leave dead things in my stuff. I didn’t know you were missing Rin. I… We’ll try and remember to bring you along on missions, but holler if we forget.”

Dates were another matter. It was always awkward to try and kiss Rin when Kuro was hanging out on his head, and he felt silently judged any time he tried to cuddle or romance his boyfriend. But… 

“I’ll try and plan stuff around Yukio’s schedule some more so you’re not here all alone. Or figure out some stuff we can do with you. Some stuff.”

"And I can smuggle you into school if you behave yourself." Rin offered. 

Kuro meowed, doing happy bounces on Rin's lap before hopping over to Ryuuji's and bonking his head against Ryuuji's chin. He balanced his paws on Ryuuji's chest and licked his cheek. 

"We can try that!" Kuro purred.  

He ate a dead mouse earlier, Ryuuji couldn’t help but think with a barely disguised shudder as Kuro licked him. He pet the cat sidhe anyway and promised himself a long and thorough shower until all remnants of mouse were entirely gone. 

Ryuuji then wrapped his arm around Rin’s waist. He was still going to cuddle Rin even if it put his sweaters at risk. It’d take more than a mouse (ew) and ripped sweater to stop that.

Kuro planted himself on Rin before stretching out as fully as he could to lay on both of them. 

He would just have to take what he could get. (And there were plenty of mice in the dorm to bribe them with.)

[thehungrycity]

So out of curiosity I asked ChatGPT to write some fanfiction with Fenris and Anders from DA2. The result is below the cut.

It is passable fanfiction. A little bit of an abrupt turn from homoerotic gen fic to NSFW, but I've certainly read worse and I've probably written worse.

Which makes me wonder, are people using ChatGPT to produce fanfic and publishing on AO3? Almost certainly. How will we know what is AI produced and what is human produced? Does it matter? Obviously AI fic can be churned out a lot quicker than human fic, so are we going to get inundated with it? Again, does it matter?

Also, how is it producing such passable fanfic? Is it plagiarising people's published work? Does it matter since fanfiction is based on other people's work anyway, and is often quite formulaic in structure?

What if people just use ChatGPT to produce a first draft and then modify it? Does that make any difference?

PROMPT: Please write fanfiction of Fenris and Anders from Dragon Age 2.

Fenris stalked the streets of Kirkwall, his eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of danger. He knew he should be heading back to his mansion, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. As he turned a corner, he saw a figure in the distance. It was Anders.

"What are you doing here?" Fenris growled, his hand hovering near his sword.

Anders raised his hands in surrender. "Relax, Fenris. I'm not here to fight you."

Fenris eyed him suspiciously. "Then why are you here?"

Anders took a deep breath. "I need your help. I've gotten myself into a bit of a mess."

Fenris rolled his eyes. "Typical. What is it this time?"

Anders looked down, ashamed. "I've been working on a potion to help mages control their magic. But I think I messed up. I need someone to watch me to make sure I don't hurt anyone."

Fenris hesitated. He didn't trust Anders, but he knew what it was like to be haunted by his past. "Fine. But if you try anything, I won't hesitate to take you down."

Anders nodded, grateful for the chance. They made their way to Anders' clinic, where he showed Fenris the potion. Fenris watched him carefully as he drank it, waiting for any sign of trouble. But as time passed, he realized that Anders was telling the truth. The potion was working.

As they left the clinic, Anders turned to Fenris. "Thank you. I couldn't have done it without you."

Fenris grunted in response, but he couldn't deny the sense of pride he felt. Maybe Anders wasn't so bad after all. As they walked, Fenris found himself drawn to Anders' energy. He had always been attracted to powerful mages, and there was something about the way Anders carried himself that made him feel alive.

They ended up at Anders' bed, and before Fenris knew it, they were kissing. It was intense and passionate, and Fenris felt a spark that he had never felt before. As they pulled away, Fenris looked at Anders with new eyes. Maybe there was more to this man than he had realized.

Anders smiled at him, his eyes full of mischief. "You know, this could be the start of a beautiful partnership."

Fenris rolled his eyes, but he couldn't deny the truth in Anders' words. Maybe they could work together, in more ways than one.

[rextasywrites]

Spiders and Burgers (a Leon Kennedy fic with a hint at Aeon)

a work focused on Leon post RE4r 

Warnings: talk of mental health, spiders, for the non-shippers theres a hint of Aeon

The effects of Las Plagas had left its mark on Leon. While no traces of it were left in his body, he for sure felt…off. Off was the only way to describe the pit in his stomach, the blood he could feel pulsating under his skin. His veins scared him in the faint light, thinking something could burst out of it any second, the blue shine telling him not a bit of Las Plagas was left inside of him. It was all just in his head anymore - the worst place to be.

How Ashley could sleep soundly next to him was a mystery to Leon. The plane ride back to the US wasn’t as peaceful as he remembered the old ones he had taken part in, no way for him to sleep. But every so often, Ashley moved in the seat next to him, fear and sadness rushing over her face. Thank fuck, with her dad’s influence and money, she’d get a therapist in no time. Leon? Well, it sucks to be him.

His bed had never felt this cold. Any warmth and comfort he was able to secure in this blanket fort had been ripped away. Old trauma crawling up his spine, wrapping around his neck like a choking hand, forcing him to spit out the things he had swallowed down.

Luis’ death haunted Leon longer than he’d care to admit. On paper Luis was another ex-Umbrella scientist dead, a success for everyone who cared about Umbrella. In Leon’s mind, Luis was more than another casualty. For him, Luis was a companion, a friend, someone he was able to rely on despite having known him mere hours. But there was a lesson Leon learnt thanks to Luis. People can change for the better. And Krauser taught him that people can change for the worse too.

*

With all the sweat Leon had drenched his pillow and blanket with, he could have ended the drought in the Sahara. The empty bottles of alcohol piled up next to his bed, couldn’t be bothered to clean up. Why though? Who could guarantee he’d make it back home tomorrow? Who could guarantee he wouldn’t be another casualty in the next outbreak, written off and hidden in a file? At least Leon knew he wouldn’t have to think about a grieving family in his last moments.

The only friend Leon could count in in those hard times was the spider in one of the corners of his bedroom. It wasn’t big, it wasn’t dangerous, it was just there. Chilling, eating the occasional bug. It watched him drink his worries and nightmares away, it watched him at his lowest, watched the sticky pages of another porn mag being thrown away. And it was never judging. Yet Leon was afraid - if something got into the water again, who said his little spider friend wouldn’t turn into a monster, something similar to what he had heard of the Mansion incident. That day, Leon moved his only friend into the backyard, only to watch it get eaten by a hungry bird. The circle of life, he thought as he went back inside.

*

Fuck. Why was someone knocking on his door? Leon hadn’t ordered delivery for the night and there was not a single guest supposed to enter his halls of depression and PTSD. Something Leon always kept on his shoe rack - apart from his shoes - was a gun and a baseball bat. Leon was never a guy who’d take a knife to a gun fight. Why would he go to a knife fight? Leon was more of a take a gun to a fist fight type of guy. Some would call it cheating, he’d call it thinking ahead.

Slowly, he made his way to the front door, reaching for the gun. But lowered as soon as he heard a familiar voice. “Leon? Are you home?” Ashley? What was Ashley doing here? Leon opened the door, just a crack, just to peek outside. “Ashley? Why are you here?” “I have tried to call you so many times now but your phone is dead. I wanted to make sure you’re okay! Wanna go to Hot Topic with me?”

And somehow, one of the most dangerous men in the world was talked into going to Hot Topic.

*

“Okay but…my dad has offered to pay for a concert ticket. But I cannot decide which concert I should go to!”, Ashley said as she looked through the mass of t-shirts in front of her. “On one side there’s Usher…he is so cool! And looks so handsome too! But Marroon 5 is touring too…and then I have heard that Mindless Self Indulgence will go on tour soon! Oh my God, have you seen Lynz’s newest tattoos? She looks so good! But dad won’t let me get a tattoo while he is in office…do you think this shirt fits me?”, Ashley babbled along, holding up a shirt with a few Pokémon on it.

Leon, quite overwhelmed with the whole situation, just nodded. “I bet you’ll look amazing in it.” Ashley let out a happy giggle and headed straight for the changing rooms, leaving Leon to deal with himself. But he was okay with that. The looks and smiles he saw from the other girls in the shop went right past him. He looked perfectly emo in their eyes, fancying his looks and his vibes. But Leon was busy looking at Pokémon merch. Maybe he should buy a support Pikachu plush.

*

“And then Emily said I looked like a slut. Oh my God, she said that while half her ass was falling out of her hot pants!”, Ashley said before taking another sip from her coffee. The two had left the mall, Leon carrying ALL of Ashley’s bags, probably carrying more clothes than he could buy with a whole year’s salary. He needed a raise for this alone. “You don’t look like a slut ever, Ash.” “You think so? What outfit would suit me, Leon?” “Uhm…”

Ashley chuckled and offered Leon a bite off her chocolate cookie. “Do you even know what’s in at the moment? You seem very…out of the loop.” “Yeah. Don’t really keep up with the trends.”, he said as he broke off a piece of the cookie, amazed by its gooeyness. “My friends and I could give you a makeover. Dye your hair. Pluck your eyebrows. What do you think?” “Over my cold body.” “Aw, cannot wait to do it then?” “What?” “Well, you always have a cold body cause you are so cool!” “And I thought my remarks were eye-roll worthy.”

*

Ashley had bought Leon dinner to round up things. The only thing he refused to do was to let Ashley into his flat. There wasn’t a chance in the world that he’d let her inside his cave. In that very moment he also realized how badly it smelt there. They hugged and said their goodbyes for the night, Leon heading inside with his bag from the nearest fast food place, looking forward to a burger and curly fries after helping Ashley with her boy-drama and girl-drama and everything-else-drama. Oh, being a girl in college must be so much fun, Leon thought as he dropped on his couch, munching on the first fries. And for whatever reason he suddenly got the urge to clean up.

*

“You were right! Getting him out of the flat was the best thing I could have done!”

“See? Sometimes all you gotta do is listen to me, Ashley. I know Leon. And I know how he’s after a crazy mission.”

“I have it all noted down. We agreed to go see a movie on the weekend. Should we watch Harry Potter? The Incredibles? Mean Girls?”

“I think Mean Girls is right up his alley. Okay, gotta go now Ashley. Talk to you soon!”

“Okay! See you around Ada!”

[trulyhopelessromantic]

Fanfic Writer 20 Questions!

Was tagged by @lumiereandcogsworth

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1. how many works do you have on ao3? None. One completed story on fanfiction.net and a bunch of one shots and drabbles on Tumblr and Patreon

www.trulyhopelessromantic.tumblr.com/fanfics should have most of them linked

2. what’s your total ao3 word count? 0 though I'd love to know what my word count is ^_^

3. how many fandoms have you written for and what are they? Haha well this is difficult to say. Let's list as many as I can remember.

Lucifer TV show

Lethal Weapon TV show

The Old Guard

Us

Beauty & the Beast 1991

Nightmare Before Christmas (crossover with other fandoms)

My So Called Life (crossover)

Harry Potter/Wizarding World

Inkheart series

True Blood (crossover)

Marvel/Avengers

The Haunted Mansion

Digimon

Phantom of the Paradise

Critical Role

Jonah Hex (I think I got a request once for Michael Fassbender in that movie...?)

Sherlock BBC (and Victorian AU)

The Great Mouse Detective

The Nutcracker Prince (retelling)

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

I'd say my Haunted Manor fanfic is top commented on in my entire life. Find it through @thehauntedmanor coz I'm on mobile and too lazy to go get the link lol

Otherwise I'm not sure. I don't have a place that shows me top comments/likes on my works coz they're on various platforms.

BUT

THIS IS NOT TO SAY I AM WEIRDED OUT BY NEW COMMENTS IN FACT THE OPPOSITE I WELCOME THEM ON ANY WORK NO MATTER HOW OLD

5. do you respond to comments? why or why not?

Always. I appreciate readers and their thoughts and the fact that they took the time to say something makes me smile so I always return with my own response! Granted occasionally I'm blindsided by criticism and it's harder to know how to respond

6. what’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Probably my Nutcracker Prince retelling story which had criticism as aforementioned in the previous question and because 1 I didn't know the trope the commenter spoke about and 2 because they were and still are the only one to comment I have lost some confidence in wanting to share that story as openly as I have in the past.

I have angsty fics tho I just thought of that one first. One of my Frankenstein one shots got pretty depressing too. I'm all about angst most of the time despite giving happy endings most often in my larger stories lol

7. do you write crossovers?

Yeah for one shots. Most of mine are quite old though I don't do crossovers very often anymore

8. have you ever received hate on a fic?

Unfortunately. I have been called passive aggressive for asking for reviews after which they tore apart the chapter I'd released. I've had someone accuse me of writing something merely for shock value and in the process also possibly offend a marginalized community. I've had someone call me out for using "inappropriate language" for the disabled community. All of the comments were points of consideration but the way they were given to me shocked me and hit my self esteem a bit.

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

Not really though perhaps in the future I may try again. My Daughter of Death story in particular had a NSFW chapter that I released alongside a more SFW one.

10. have you ever had a fic stolen?

God I hope not.

11. have you ever had a fic translated?

That would be amazing but no.

12. have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yep both privately and publicly. The public ones are all listed again on that fanfics page on my Tumblr

13. what’s your all-time favorite ship?

How dare you. My username tells you I cannot choose just one. I've probably written most for Belle and her Prince from 1991 but I'd have to double check my listing of fics haha

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

Back in the day I started a Digimon fanfic (still on ff.net) but I doubt I'd ever get back to it

15. what are your writing strengths?

Great at dialogue and character feelings and motivations I'd say. I also like to make scenarios make plausible sense so I try to write fanfiction as close to canon as possible which prevents me sometimes from being confident in writing characters that someone else has made

16. what are your writing weaknesses?

I'm not strong with always describing setting honestly lol

17. what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

I'll do it and mostly when it feels strong to put it in and/or when it's easy for the audience to understand the context of what's being said

18. what was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

Erm probably The 10th Kingdom honestly when I wrote the characters for a "survival story" assignment in grade 6

19. what’s your favorite fic you’ve ever written?

I'm playing favourites with The Haunted Manor because it's the longest fic and the one I'm so proud of and the one people have actually given great feedback for. I reread it myself from time to time

20. who do you tag? (no pressure of course <3)

In this assignment? lol anyone who is interested in taking the time ♡♡♡

[dinklebat]

Creepypasta Halloween Headcanons!!!

(featuring y/n as a s/o)

(I’m not a day late, I’m a year early)

(characters under the cut: Jeff, Ben, Toby, Masky, Hoodie, Rowan, EJ, Liu, Jane, Clockwork, Nina, Doby, Cody)

(s/o for Jane is implied to be f/nb. s/o for Doby is implied to me m/nb. otherwise written to be gender neutral)

Jeff:

- dresses up the masked killer from whatever the latest thriller/slasher fic is

- prefers to spend the night larping as said serial killer and actually killing people, but things are different if he has a s/o

- if you’re also a feral rat bastard, he’ll invite you along, but otherwise he’ll just watch horror movies with you until you sleep and then he’ll go off and do his thing

Ben:

- it’s the one day a year he can go out in public and not be mistaken for a cosplayer!!

- so you bet your ass he’s trick or treating

- in my headcanons i don’t really see ben getting with anyone romantically, especially since he‘s usually trapped in the form of a preteen and/or inside electronics in my universe and that would be yucky

- but i do see him maybe getting a qpp or just a really close friend who he calls his partner

- if he did have one, they’d take him trick or treating and have a fun time. definitely a trip to see Ben actually acting unabashedly immaturely

Toby

- also a trick or treater

- yes he’s an adult. no he does not care. hand over those free chocolate goodies or else

- probably kills people who hand out raisins tbh

- definitely drags his significant other(s) (i headcanon him as openly polyam and i’ll die on that hill) along with him.

- also matching couple costumes!! yes good!!

- and when the day is done, it’s time to watch stupidly bad Halloween movies. Spookley the Square Pumpkin and the David S Pumpkins Animated Special are his favorites.

Masky:

- does not give two shits about Halloween, but does care about you and your opinion

- if you really like Halloween, he’ll put on a half-baked costume and pretend to tolerate the monster mash

- if you don’t really care about Halloween (you monster), he will put in negative effort into celebrating.

Hoodie:

- doesn’t really care much either way about Halloween, but loves the fall aesthetic of it~

- So he’ll do fun activities like pumpkin carving and walking/driving around looking at the decorations, but he won’t dress up or buy candy

- if you dress up though, he’ll be sure to take a ton of pictures of you

Rowan:

- decorations, decorations, decorations!

- the mansion is always kind of spooky, but every year he takes the initiative to make it spookier

- he’ll definitely drag you along with him as he buys a bunch of skeleton animals and scatters them across the front porch

- every year it becomes a competition between him and masky, with masky constantly taking down the “obnoxious” decorations and rowan splattering even more across the house

- on the actual day of Halloween, he’ll probably ask you to snuggle in bed and watch scary movies with him

EJ

- tends not to like Halloween, because it usually lines up on/near the full moon, when he has a harder time controlling himself

- usually during such times he likes to hide away where the chaos of Halloween won’t overwhelm him

- honestly the most wholesome thing his s/o could do would be to celebrate Halloween with him at a time a bit earlier or bit later so that the moon wouldn’t bother his fun

Liu (/Sully)

- adores Halloween!

- 100% makes you wear a matching couples costume, but usually it’s such an obscure reference that no one can figure out your costumes

- he’s also totally a scaredy-cat though and gets frightened by the most fake-looking plastic spiders

- if he gets too overwhelmed, Sully may front.

- Unlike Liu, Sully adores things like haunted houses and scary movies and would love to do them with you!

Jane

- she never dresses up but people always seem to think she does because of her gothic attire

- doesn’t really care about Halloween, but, like Hoodie, she does enjoy the aesthetic of it

- black cats and spooky potion??? yes good

- i headcanon that she practices witchcraft and would totally be down to try some rituals on Halloween night with you <3

Clockwork

- does not enjoy Halloween at all. she has some bad memories of it and just doesn’t like the idea of being able to hide behinds masks and do whatever you want without consequence.

- so she’ll purposely celebrate some other holiday on Halloween

- you’ll walk in on her on All Hallow’s Eve and then be bombarded with Christmas music or Valentine’s Day’s decorations (or both at once)

-I recommend just going along with it honestly

Nina

- YEA HALLOWEEN YES YES YES

- all out cosplay! she spends a good month or two in advance hand making her unique costume. if you help her out when she’s sewing she’ll even offer to make you one too!

- every halloween she’ll try to scare the other creeps (usually unsuccessfully)

- she’s also usually the one who takes the child creeps out trick or treating! she’s surprisingly good with kids, believe it or not.

Doby

- like Nina, he loves custom costumes, but he rarely has the time to make one

- more importantly though, he’s interested in the Halloween events offered throughout the month

- Knotts Scary Farm, trunk or treats, haunted houses, hay bale rides, you get the gist

- he definitely would be too embarrassed to drag you along, but if you showed any interest he’d get super excited and gladly offer to buy you as many tickets as you needed

- plus getting to hold your hand if you scared would be pretty nice…

Cody

- Halloween is very loud and he is not a huge fan

- he adores the history of many elements of Halloween and horror though and would love to discuss them with you

- would probably dress up in some (very bad) pun-related costume, but wouldn’t go anywhere on Halloween night

[translightyagami]

James “translightyagami/avoidfilledwithcelluloid” Death Note Fic Masterlist

Hello to all you guys out there. Here is my full masterlist of allllll the Death Note fanfic I’ve written: There are over 120 fics contained within this entire list. I’m going to split it up by chapter fics, one-shot fics, short fic compilations, and gift fics I’ve done for fandom exchanges. The descriptions will tell you what the pairings are (mostly Lawlight, but there’s other stuff too). There are several posts of mine that are loosely defined fic, but I won’t be adding those in this post as they are just … hard to organize lol.

Fics are marked with E if they have explicit content and T if there are textual references to transgender characters. Chapter fics are marked as either complete or currently incomplete. Okay! Here we go! 

[UPDATED 11/20/2021]

CHAPTER FICS

sit and stay awhile https://archiveofourown.org/works/31032719 complete Light has a fantasy of sitting in L’s lap, and he’s got a plan to make that a reality.

the art of ink and flowers  https://archiveofourown.org/works/35106943 currently incomplete, E, T Light needs an apprentice and thinks he's found the perfect one in young firecracker Mello. Now to deal with Mello's uncle, the strange, mysterious, and - oops! - super hot florist Ryuzaki, who doesn't want his nephew near a tattoo parlor. What could possibly go wrong?

i could write it (better than you ever felt it) https://archiveofourown.org/works/13913043 currently incomplete Light works in the To-Oh university library, where he meets his favorite romantic mystery author, Eraldo Coil, who later reveals himself to be the great detective L. Through the course of their working together to solve a crime, Light finds he might have feelings for L and those feelings might be shared by the detective novelist.

your heart is an empty cup https://archiveofourown.org/works/13027707 currently incomplete Light is the assistant manager of a Starbucks in NYC, and L is one of his most annoying customers. When L accuses Light (correctly) of being Kira, as well as mysteriously asking for his help on a different case, the barista has to decide if he’s ready to get in bed with the enemy – maybe even literally.

the forest holds strange creatures https://archiveofourown.org/works/16442660 complete, E, T Light, a paranormal research grad student, comes to a small town trying to find a mysterious cryptid. He finds L, a 10-foot-tall tree creature, who helps Light discover the greatest cryptid of all: love. The only reason this one is in the chapter fic section is because it includes a Halloween special chapter with the intro of Beyond Birthday into the cryptid AU.

At Your Service https://archiveofourown.org/works/19229524 complete, E, T The Yagami family owns the sprawling, exclusive Hotel Kitsune where all sorts of international espionage agents make their temporary home. That includes the great detective L, whose romantic tension with Light comes to a boiling point when he comes to stay after a long absence.

best practices https://archiveofourown.org/works/21113519 complete, E, T Light has been working his way to the top of the corporate ladder thanks to his own hard work, and his more-than-close relationship with L, the company CEO and founder’s son. Their relationship comes to a head when L challenges Light to open himself up, making him vulnerable to showing the true depth of what he feels for L and his own desire to explore sexual power dynamics.

ONE-SHOT FICS

tell me the truth https://archiveofourown.org/works/12592320 E, T Light and Matsuda hit up a bar after work, and then Light hits up Matsuda for sex, praise, and a distraction from the deep emptiness inside him.

constricting https://archiveofourown.org/works/13721580 E, T Light breaks L’s favorite tea cup in their kitchen, and L eats him out because he loves his husband so much.

tell me I’m good https://archiveofourown.org/works/13986861 E In the middle of the night, L receives a drunk call from Light, hiding in the bathroom at a party. The call, turning from desperate to horny, reveals more about Light than L wanted to know.

if at first you don’t succeed https://archiveofourown.org/works/15119816 E, T Light gave his first blow job and accidentally bit L on the dick. He tries to make up for his mistake by trying again.

let me work on you https://archiveofourown.org/works/15884799 E, T As the result of losing bet to him, Light has to be L’s computer desk – naked and laying over his boyfriend’s lap. Of course, when L gives him another sexy challenge, Light can’t help but rise to the occasion.

alterations https://archiveofourown.org/works/17945957 E, T Light comes to visit his boyfriend Mikami at his fancy law office and suggests they have sex there. When Mikami reacts unfavorably, Light has to do damage control, and it smarts a lot more than he expected.

lizard https://archiveofourown.org/works/18552499 E, T Light meets a beefcake guy at a bar on the anniversary of L’s death, and lets him take him home (Lizard is my death note OC, and the fic was a wonderful commission from @queerical​)

Buried Alive https://archiveofourown.org/works/19705540 L and Light live together in L’s underground bunker after the apocalypse scorches the Earth. They watch some VHS tapes and do some gardening.

Our Little Secret https://archiveofourown.org/works/23822881 E After getting his memories, his freedom, back, Light wants to give L a gift: Kira tied up at his mercy. But L isn’t so sure if that gift is the one he really wants.

The Light of the Moon https://archiveofourown.org/works/25052722 E, T L is a vampire and accidentally bites Light, who is haunted by dreams that make him question why he wants L to bite him again (and maybe … something more …)

little animals https://archiveofourown.org/works/26829778 E Light and his werewolf boyfriend L fuck in their backyard garden.

Change OR the one where L and Light get married https://archiveofourown.org/works/27748159  E, T A gift/commish fic for @ohgodplsdontlook​. Six years after the Kira case closes, L and Light go have a wedding in the mansion where L spent his childhood summers. They bring the Yagami family, their baggage, and vows to share each other’s secrets.

a divine power https://archiveofourown.org/works/28018197 E L has a particular power that has helped him get confessions from even the most hardened, tight-lipped criminals, and he offers to use this power on Light to get an honest answer to the question "Are You Kira?" Not really believing L's power is real (and also smelling an easy way to lie his way out of being caught) Light agrees to submit to this bizarre investigative power - not realizing that L is about to make him a *very* honest man. (TL;DR, L has a Magic Cock That Makes Anyone He Fucks Fall in Love With Him AU.)

Possession https://archiveofourown.org/works/29232294 E After being killed by his family for being Kira, Light makes a deal with the demon L to get back to the mortal realm - a very, very sexy deal.

24-Hour Gym https://archiveofourown.org/works/29415480  After the yellow warehouse goes (mortally) in their favor, Light and Mikami frequent the same 24-hour gym. Eventually, after seeing all his work out skills, Light asks Mikami if he can bench press *Kira*.

Fantasy of a Fantasy https://archiveofourown.org/works/29729685  E, T While monitoring the Yagami family home for suspicious activity, L catches Light getting off to a dirty magazine and projects what he thinks his main suspect's fantasies might be.

the chains that bind us https://archiveofourown.org/works/32051299 E, T  Obligatory post-Yotsuba arc fic where Light is released from the handcuffs, and wants desperately to be back in bondage with L. Features a very creative use of the handcuff chain.

Kept https://archiveofourown.org/works/33334282 E, T Omegaverse AU where Light cooks up a horny evil scheme so that L won’t throw him in jail, and also lets him get that alpha lovin’ he so desires.

so glad you’re home https://archiveofourown.org/works/33977605 E, T L returns from a solo case and he and Light have a purr-fect homecoming together - including some spanking, cat ears, and a shower of sappy affection. 

SHORT FIC COMPLIATIONS

hand in unlovable hand https://archiveofourown.org/works/15025058 E Okay so I’ve been answering Tumblr askbox prompts for over 2 years now, and this? This is ALL of the Lawlight fics. There are over 70 Lawlight fics in this compilation, with all the nsfw fics marked as such. Here are somethings you’ll find in this horde: an AU where L is fat; dirty talk; ghost sex; phone calls about buying a house; early morning tea; kissing; spanking; bondage; L’s hair being brushed; and much, much more. If you have wished for a particular type of Lawlight fic, it is probably in this bunch.

Containing Multitudes https://archiveofourown.org/works/17570645 E Like i said, I’ve been answering all types of Tumblr prompts. These are all the multi-pairing fics that are not Lawlight. In over 20 fics, you’ll find Mikalight, Light/Misa, Misa/Takada, Misa/Rem, Light/Namikawa, Beyond/Light, Light/Matsuda, and even a few ones with Light and my DN OC Lizard. All nsfw fics are marked as such.

hereditary https://archiveofourown.org/works/17159354 All the Tumblr prompt fics I wrote specifically about the Yagami Family. About 4 fics long, includes a really nice couple of Sayu and Light sibling sadness fics.

bottom shelf erotica https://archiveofourown.org/works/20899706 E These are the 5 fics that I wrote to fill Death Note kinkmeme prompts. They are few frills, dirty, sloppy, all bottom Light smut fics. Also, since I didn’t want to give myself away on kinkmeme they’re all cis stuff. (because really who else would have been throwing trans smut up there?)

something between us (anyway) https://archiveofourown.org/works/30304620 T, E a slowly updating collection of 10 tumblr fic requests I received for the pairings of lawlight and (my DN OC) lizard/light, covering prompts including omegaverse, coffee shop AU, sexy lingerie, and much, much more.

kinktober 2021 https://archiveofourown.org/works/34235686 E, T updated each saturday of Oct. 2021, these five fics all revolve around lawlight and specific kinky prompts.

GIFT EXCHANGE FICS

your father’s son https://archiveofourown.org/works/15115568 T A Secret Shinigami 2018 gift for AbbodonAbandon. Light and Soichiro have a talk about why Light quit the tennis team. Lots of trans shit in here.

in your shoes https://archiveofourown.org/works/22405516 E A Sexy Enquirer 2019 gift for @pashmina-dhaage​. L is a professor who is having a quiet relationship with one of his grad students, Light. When he sees Light through his office window stepping in mud, L rushes to give him the shoes off his feet.

wash it out https://archiveofourown.org/works/22405648 A Sexy Enquirer 2019 gift for @complicatedmerary​. Mikami and Light, a pianist and violinist respectively with the same opera company, are carrying on a passionate affair while Light remains married to the opera’s soprano, Misa.

Thank you for Reading, Commenting, and Being Nice to Me About My Silly Fic!

[ladyvesuvia]

Creepin’ Cabin || [D.M.] » Part One

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anon: okay so I wanted to request a draco x female reader where it’s Halloween, and professors at hogwarts decide to spawn a haunted mansion/house near the grounds so that the students can come and visit. It would... [read more]

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

Summary: Halloween’s a thrill as Hogwarts introduces the Tri-Wizard Tournament and throws a horror house in to the mix instead of just a feast.

Words: 5.1k

angst || fluff

warnings: light cursing, light horror themes + let me know if there are any!

A/N: oh god this is the longest fic i’ve ever written i literally have to split it into two parts osnfjekaoa!!! hope you like it anon, i really loved this idea <3 (maybe i enjoyed too much) + credits to @gxtitobxby for the walking ballsack comment + hope this is what u had in mind nonnie!!!

-> not proofread

Halloween decorations decked the halls of Hogwarts, the candles usually hovering above the tables caged in carved pumpkins. It was all festive save for the tense air that pulsated throughout the Great Hall when Harry’s name was called. When he left the Hall to join the three older champions, the crowd stilled for a moment before deciding that the announced festivities were good enough for small talk; and so the Great Hall once again pulsed with filler chatter.

Although she was sorted into [Y/H], there was just no denying she was a mix of the other three, and so it wasn’t hard to find similarities with most people. She always found herself seated in four different tables, switching and switching wherever she pleased unless a teacher scolded her otherwise. Nobody seemed to mind whenever she stopped by.

Today, she was sitting in Slytherin right next to Blaise Zabini, who was deep in conversation with Pansy. As [Y/N] chomped on a chocolate fudge, she kept her eyes down, subtly refusing to meet the gaze of the boy who sat just across from her. Several platters put a bit of distance between them, but he leaned forward and snapped her fingers in front of her anyway.

“You ignoring me, [Y/L/N]?” He teased, retreating back to his own bench. [Y/N] wrinkled her nose, making a face at the boy as he brought his hand up to his chest to feign heartbreak. “Oh, no, must you really hurt me this way?”

Playing along, she pressed her fist against her own chest and acted as if she were in a Muggle drama and replied in the most dramatic way she could, “Forgive me, lover, for I must!”

The two burst into laughter and just like that, the awkward tension that arrived during the first few minutes of seeing each other every single time was gone as if it hadn’t been there in the first place. A little while later, the other two had joined in and they were all talking about the activities the school had planned. There were mentions of something like a theme park.

Before the Goblet of Fire announced the champions of the Tri-Wizard Tournament, the talk was all about what Dumbledore had broadcasted during breakfast: that this Halloween they won’t just get a feast but also a number of entertaining booths and activities. [Y/N] was considering not attending when she heard Pansy mention that some said there’d be a horror house-like activity included.

“Oh, I want to go!” [Y/N] had said with enthusiasm.

“You do?” Draco asked, a brow raised as he picked up a tart from the table and took a bite. “It’s gonna be like the Shrieking Shack.”

“So? You’re not going?”

“‘Course not, it’ll be a bore and a waste of time. What about you two?” He then turned to Pansy and Blaise, who were also deep into conversation. [Y/N] shrunk in her seat and picked up another pasty to busy herself with. They said they were thinking about it, but it did sound amusing — which [Y/N] suspected meant they were considering it a chance to pick on the youngest Tri-Wizard Tournament champion.

“Hey, no funny business if you guys do go, alright?”

Pansy laughed, wiping drips of orange juice on her chin. “Are you a prefect? Where’s the fun in that?”

“Which of them is it, [Y/N]? Is it Weasel boy or Potter the Hero?” Blaise chimed in, laughing as he did so. “Or is it even Granger?”

[Y/N] did not need to look at Draco to know he had stiffened in his seat. “No, they’re just my friends. So just be nice.” She thought this would’ve at least garnered an insulting comment from Draco, but he only pretended to look for Crabbe and Goyle.

In hopes of changing the subject, she brought up the horror house again. “If none of you are going, it’s fine. I’ll just go with—”

“Your Gryffindor buddies, yeah?” To her surprise, Draco spoke up, arrogance in his tone.

“Well, yeah, I reckoned maybe—”

“Oh, would you look at that, I just changed my mind. We’re going.” Draco grinned, feigning a look at this watch.

“We are?” Zabini asked incredulously, holding a fudge in mid-air. Pansy was just as frozen, but she didn’t seem to mind much.

“We are. It opens in an hour, right?” Draco put his hand down and grabbed a pasty just like the one [Y/N] was eating, a grin plastered on his face. “Right, [Y/N]?”

“Oh, uh, yeah. Right.”

“So it’s settled then, let’s meet up here after we change into our costumes.”

“Okay— Wait, costumes?” [Y/N] hadn’t been paying attention earlier that morning, nor did she a few minutes ago. Her mind was elsewhere. . . .

“McGonagall announced it right after the mention of the activities. I thought it was ridiculous, but it doesn’t seem so bad now.”

“Oh, really? What are you going as, then?”

But before Draco could respond, she realized everyone was standing up to follow their prefects back up to the Common Rooms, and not long after she found herself looking for Hermione, who was already nowhere to be found. With a shrug, she simply fell back in line with her own house as she thought about what she’d wear.

An hour and a few minutes later, she went back down to find a few more students she recognized from different houses shuffling about. Some were already walking out, carrying different prizes they won from booths she had not yet seen.

She wanted to talk to Hermione but she was nowhere to be found and neither was Ron or Harry. She was about to head over to the Slytherin table but before she could even do so, cold and slimy hands gripped her hand. Shrieking and drawing eyes among the number of students in the Great Hall, she turned around and a sheer piece of fabric greeted her, but she recognized it right away.

“Real funny, Draco.”

“I’m a dementor,” he said, ripping off the black sheer of fabric obscuring his face and held out his arms on both sides to show off the uneven black strips of fabric sticked to his robes.

“Sure you are. In love with Mr. Potter, aren’t we?”

“What do you mean ‘we?’” He stopped spinning and faced her. “Do you—”

“Merlin, Draco, why do you care if I do? And it’s a taunt— Agh, why bother? Anyway, where’s Pansy and Blaise?”

“You were taking too long so they went ahead and saved us a spot at the long line for the haunted house.” He said, eyes still furrowed. To break the tension, she pulled away from the slimy hands to spin around and show her outfit. Draco guffawed.

“I didn’t have enough time so I just ripped the pillowcase of one of my pillows. I’m a house elf. I think Hermione’ll hate it without context.”

“You look like” — he was wheezing at this point, so [Y/N] threw him a dirty look — “a rag.”

“That is exactly the point.”

“‘That is exactly the point’ what?” Draco repeated, cupping his ears as if expectant.

“What?” [Y/N] looked at him, confusion painted all over her face.

“You have to say ‘Sir’ or ‘Master.’” He sucked his teeth repeatedly, shaking his head in disappointment. “Bad [Y/N], bad.”

“Okay, that’s not funny.” It was, but she didn’t want Hermione to hate her. “And first of all, why are your hands slimy and how? Do I even wanna know?”

“Oh my— It’s not what you think! Stop thinking it.” Draco held his hand to pinch her ear but stopped in mid-air, rethinking his choices as she started to guffaw in triumph. “Oh come on, it’s aloe vera gel.”

“Still feels weird, clean it up.”

“Fine,” he spat and pulled out his wand and mouthed and incantation and with a flick of his wand, the gel substance vanished without a trace. “Alright, let’s go.”

As they walked shoulder up to shoulder, she could tell he was holding back a laugh. Rolling her eyes, she exasperatingly said, “Fine, you have my permission to laugh.” And he did.

A while later, they found themselves out in the grassy grounds of the campus. She could see the Quidditch Pitch from afar, and she could tell there were also a bunch of booths set up inside it. Flying lanterns were being lit up and raised into the dark heavens. “Oh, I wanna do that too!” she exclaimed, pointing at the numerous glowing squares going up toward the starry night sky.

“We’ll do that later.” He watched as the girl beside her mooned over the hundreds of lanterns. Releasing sky lanterns in the Muggle world meant releasing one’s fears and doubts. But how would he let go of one of those lanterns with her by his side if his very fear was vulnerability to such feelings? Stupid, stupid thought. Ridiculous. She might as well have been a boggart. Riddikulus.

“What?” [Y/N] asked, looking at him curiously.

“What?”

“You said ‘Riddikulus.’”

“Oh, I did?”

“Yeah,” she laughed. “Oh, look — there’s Blaise and Pansy!”

“Right, Blaise and Pansy; Pansy and Blaise.” He tore his eyes away from her and found the other two in front of the line for a big dark house that closely resembled the Shrieking Shack, only that it was bigger and whatever was happening inside was causing a bigger ruckus. The closer they approached, Draco heard wailing getting louder and louder. He thought it was coming from inside the house but it wasn’t until the entire house came into view did he find first and second years pouting as they stood right under a sign that said, “Creepin’ Cabin.”

“Why’re they crying?” asked [Y/N].

“It says, ‘Third years and above only’ below it.”

“Oh, I didn’t see that. That’s sad. It’s just like privileges to Hogsmeade,” said [Y/N].

As the other teenagers from behind — majority was from Hogwarts but there were a few curious-looking older students from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons — boo’d to find two other students cut in line, but they fell into hushed silences at the sight of [Y/N], who was beaming up at each and every one of them, waving. The ones from Hogwarts sheepishly waved back while the other students from the two other guest schools remained confused.

Draco recognized one of the Hogwarts lot being Ernie Macmillan from Hufflepuff. He didn’t like the way she was looking at her one bit, so he raised his brows as if daring him. The Hufflepuff shrunk away and [Y/N] pinched his ear.

“Ow! What was that for?”

“Stop being so petulant.” She waved back at Ernie before Draco lead her away back to the front with Blaise and Pansy.

“You know, it’s funny how much respect someone who put on the same clothes as a walking ballsack could get.”

“Ha ha,” replied [Y/N], reaching out to pinch his ear again, but he dodged quickly this time.

“What took you two so long?” Blaise said as Pansy looked [Y/N] up and down, a grim forming on her face. [Y/N] noticed with a start that she was wearing a nest-like wig that made her look like a lion. When Pansy flashed a toothy grin, she also noticed it was extremely toothy, with two false buck teeth sticking out.

“Is that a pillowcase? Are you a house elf?” asked Pansy.

“Indeed I am, mistress.” Draco was about to butt in and whine about why did Pansy get to be called in formality when he didn’t but [Y/N] kicked him in the shin. “What about you? What are you supposed to be?”

“Take a guess,” said Pansy, combing the hair away to reveal a red tie. “I’m Hermione Granger and you’re wrong and I’m right and I am in love with Harry Potter.”

[Y/N] kept silent, tugging on her pillowcase instead and gave Pansy a timid smile. Draco took notice of this and immediately changed the subject. He cleared his throat. “So, when’s our turn?”

“I’d say one more minute,” replied Blaise — who wasn’t wearing any costume at all — pointing at the hourglass beside the entrance. “They admit ten people each, two by two. So let’s pair up?”

“Have you seen Crabbe and or Goyle?”

“Why? Scared, Malfoy?” [Y/N] said, holding her hands out like claws. “I’m sure Pansy Parkinson, nay, ‘Hermione Granger’ here knows all the spells to protect you.”

“Actually, I’m going with Zabini boring as he may be as much as I want to go with a house elf who will tend to my needs.” Pansy winked at [Y/N]. “Oh look, time’s up.”

A moment later, the wide wooden door swung open of its own accord, an eerie creak sounding. This earned numerous oohs and aahs from the students behind them. Their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor Mad-Eye Moody stepped out of the entrance door, silencing the amused students. His normal eye was fixed on the first ten students, counting while his magical eye was busy searching the line searching for something — or someone — in the crowd.

“Hello, Professor,” greeted [Y/N]. Flinching a bit, his normal eye went to her while his magical eye kept scanning the line. “Who’re you looking for? I may be able to help.”

“Hm. . . .Reckon you’ve seen Harry Potter, child?”

“Oh, no, sorry. I think he’s up in the Gryffindor common room if not in the courtyard or Quidditch pitch. I saw sky lanterns coming from there.” She wanted to continue on but he was just nodding, staring her up and down. His magical eye stopped searching the line and looked at her instead.

“Right, right. . .” Both of his eyes went from her to Pansy, also looking her up and down. He didn’t ask them what they’re dressed as any further and simply stepped aside. “Welcome to the Creepin’ Cabin. Timer’ll be set for each pair to see who makes it out quick. Top three pairs win their house five points individually. Now, you lot will enter by twos. On the table right next to the door, make sure to grab a whistle once you enter. Can’t send off ‘em sparks in an enclosed space with your wand. . . Yeh blow it real hard if you find yourself in trouble inside the house and we’ll come and get you. No using of the Unforgivable Curses, and no leaving of partners. You’ll need your wand. . .” He gestured with his own wand, waving it in front of him.

The first ten students in the line pulled out their own wands. The eleventh and twelfth students were from Durmstrang, and they were throwing dirty looks at Draco and [Y/N]. Draco put on the sheer veil-like mask and outstretched his hands in mock imitation of a dementor.

“First pair goes in now.” Moody gestured at the door.

Pansy, who was already on the house’s deck, turned back to them and said, “You two owe us for saving you a spot.” And disappeared. Blaise followed close behind, one hand in his pocket while the other clutched his wand. It was pitch-black inside and despite the nearby glow of floating candles just outside the door, the only thing that can be seen was the dusty floor but nothing more than that.

The door shut on its own, and opened about a minute later to welcome them. [Y/N] adjusted the pillowcase that hung down to just above her knees.

“Next,” announced Mad-Eye Moody, and she went up the deck first in excitement, but was shoulder up to shoulder with Draco with wands clasped tight in their right hands not long after. They stood in front of the entrance, looking into the darkness that would soon engulf them.

As soon as they were right in front of the door, she instantly regretted wearing a pillowcase — it was icy-cold inside, a chilly breeze leaving goosebumps across her skin in its wake. They stepped in at the same time and as they crossed the entry, the door behind them slammed shut, and they could not see a thing.

[Y/N] was about to raise her wand when something fumbled for her arm. She shrieked, retreating. “Merlin, is this the Devil’s Snare?” She heard something banging against the wall. “Draco, is that you?”

“[Y/N]?”

“I think there are Devil’s Snares in here. . .If they got you, stop moving!” The banging in the walls stopped. Draco kept on asking where she was, but she paid him no mind as she relaxed her left arm to at least calm the supposed vine. Realizing it still wasn’t letting go, she held out her wand and pointed it to her left arm and yelled, “Lumos!”

But it was only Draco’s right arm intertwined around hers and noticed he had brought the wand to his left hand. He let go, flushing. “We better get going before the next pair enters.”

“Right,” said [Y/N] blushing profusely as she held out her wand. Draco lit up his wand as well, but keeping it a good distance from his face and they realized there were four doors in front of them. There were spiders crawling around, too. [Y/N] thought about how much Ron would freak out at the sight of them. “Now what?”

“Your call, Four Houses.” Draco held his wand out to light the four doors. [Y/N] had been branded with that name ever since she gained recognition and yet she wasn’t sure if she was happy they thought of her that way or annoyed that it’s all they see her as. Even underneath all the traits they pointed out she had, she knew full well she was a [Y/H] through and through, and that was where her loyalty lies.

“Channeling my inner Slytherin, I say we go to the third door.” Before Draco could interject, she took his hand into hers and swung the door open and stepped in.

It stretched into the far end of the corridor, where she glimpsed a hint of a staircase leading upstairs and one that disappeared underground. “Your call this time.”

“Down,” said Draco.

“Down?” [Y/N] repeated in disbelief.

“You said it was my call.” They could both smell something burning upstairs but paid it no mind. [Y/N] wanted to go up because it seemed as if it was warmer there, but she didn’t want to admit she was cold.

“Fine,” replied [Y/N] as she followed Draco. She was walking to trudge ahead of him when he stretched out an arm. “You stay behind me.”

“That sounds like a bad idea,” said [Y/N].

“Yet here we are, aren’t we?” He let his arm hang limp on his side but still keeping her behind him as he kept his wand outstretched, casting a dim glow on his pale face.

“Are you still on about me considering going with Hermione, Ron, and Harry? I told you you didn’t have to go if you didn’t want to.” They took a couple steps down the stairs, descending it warily.

“Oh, right, and who would you have paired with? Mr. Champion?”

“Maybe?” He threw her a brief look of something she couldn’t read but brought his focus back to what could possibly be waiting for them at the bottom of these stairs. “What does it matter? Why do you care?”

“I don’t! I just think— Flipendo!” Something squishy got thrown against the wall as they reached the foot of the stairs. Draco put himself in front of her again, arms defensive.

“Really? Flipendo on a flobberworm?”

“I just saved your life!”

“Draco, it was a flobberworm.”

“My point still stands, my dear.” He pat the top of her head and went ahead. With a brief look around, she realized the area was infested with crawling ten-inch flobberworms.

“You could’ve used a basic freezing charm.” [Y/N] wrapped her arms around herself in a pathetic attempt to keep herself from shivering. “Immobulus!” A flobberworm just a few inches away from her feet froze. She was freezing even more now.

She heard Draco squeak a bit and paid him no mind until she heard him vengefully muttering, “Flobberworms. . .If there are Blast-Ended Skrewts in here, they will hear from my father.” [Y/N] burst into laughter, and he simply glared back at her and scowled. “You will, too.”

“Oh, will I now? Is it because he’s hiring house elves? Oh, wait, no — that was an insult to myself.” She could’ve sworn he was grinning, but she’ll never know because of the unsteady company of her wand’s light Her hand was shaking from the cold.

Draco stood in front of the double door in front of them, avoiding the flobberworms as much as he could. “Alohomora,” he said with a flick of his wand. Nothing happened. “Alohomora!” Nothing again.

“Let me try,” said [Y/N]. “Alohomora!” Sadly, nothing as well.

Just when Draco was about to silently trudge to go upstairs, [Y/N] held his wrist back with her free hand and made a triangular-like wand flick with her occupied hand and yelled, “Bombarda!”

The Exploding Charm burst the door open, revealing a messy closet. “Aberto might’ve worked but Bombarda sounds and is cool.” [Y/N] stepped in. Aside from the scattered debris, the room wasn’t much to look at. The explosion wasn’t much considering that she had just started practicing it, but she wondered how much damage would’ve happened if she had added ‘Maxima.’

For a closet, there weren’t any clothes, but there was a various selection of left shoes arranged neatly on the floor. It looked like there were supposed to be six, but two were already missing. Draco bent down to reach for one when [Y/N] cried, “Don’t!”

“Why not?”

“If you’re touching something, we’re” — she wiped her nose — “touching it together. It could be a Portkey.”

“Got it,” he replied and turned to her, his light illuminating her red face. “You’re freezing! Hold my wand.”

“That’s rude,” she said. “I’m not a real house elf to, as Pansy says, tend to—”

“Just hold it.” She did. And she watched as Draco took off the makeshift dementor cloak off his torso and slipped it into her instead, assisting her. “Next time, don’t wear a pillowcase and flip-flops for any reason at all.”

“Trust me, I learned that the moment I set foot in this place.”

“Then why didn’t you ask for my bloody cloak?”

“Then you’d be cold,” replied [Y/N], as if this was reason enough. Draco was about to speak when she cut him off again by gesturing to the first shoe. It was a ballet pointe, and the laces were in different directions. They bent down, hands a few inches away from it and started counting. One. . . Two. . . Three.

It was like zooming and being dropped into a Muggle skateboard, being sent to plummet down a steep road only that it was so fast that when she opened her eyes, she was in a different place already. She felt a wooden dusty floorboard under her feet. Draco was the first to get up, and she realized with a start that they were in Trelawney’s classroom.

“Don’t tell me we’ll be reading tea leaves because I will literally get down from this classroom and go to sleep,” said [Y/N].

“We won’t,” replied Draco. The crystal orbs were still on top of the tables. Nothing seemed to have changed except that there were parchments resting right next to the orbs. “What do they even expect us to do with these?”

“Quit whining, try the Revealing Charm.”

“Was it Apare. . .Apare-something?”

“‘Cium. Aparecium.” [Y/N] made her way towards him, lighting her wand once more. She shined it just near the surface of the paper, not wanting it to light up in flames when it has not yet served its purpose.

“Alright,” said Draco as he held up the same paper, wand pointed. “Aparecium!”

And just like [Y/N] suspected, ink materialized from the center, as if it had always been there. She snatched the paper from Draco, studying it eagerly.

“It’s a list for hidden objects,” said [Y/N]. “There’s only five here but the room’s wide enough for these things. Look—all the first four are wizard items. . . .”

“The last one’s a Muggle item!” Draco exclaimed, pointing at the last item on the list. It was a lightbulb. “How will that even work here?”

“Beats me,” said [Y/N]. “Let’s start with the Remembrall. Might help us later on. Neville used to have one back in our first year.”

The cloak felt out of place, hanging loosely on her shoulders but it gave her warmth so she simply wrapped herself deeper into it. She picked up another paper right next to an orb and casted the Revealing Charm once more. It said the same thing as the first paper, so she took it with her. Passing by a table, she recognized the orb placed on top of its stand was far too small. In fact, it did not look like an orb at all. “You can cross the first item on the list, found the Remembrall.”

“I found the Sneakoscope and Omnioculars,” answered Draco from the other side of the room. “Wow, I am good at this.”

[Y/N] rolled her eyes, forgetting he couldn’t see her. She heard something rattle from his spot but paid it no mind in hopes of beating him in the hunt. What was the third thing? She fumbled for her list and read ‘Spellotape’ over and over until she found it resting inside a teacup. As soon as she picked it up, she heard a strangely familiar voice from the other side of the room.

“Draco?” She called out, but when she took in the scene of the room, she instantly knew what had transpired: in the ghastly light of the moon shining through the window stood Draco, holding a glowing lantern with a smile on his face. He wasn’t looking at her but he seemed to look so. . .happy. It looked great on him, she had to at least let him have that. She took one more step out and saw another boy with platinum blond hair with his back to her, pressed against a desk. What?

It was Draco again, and he was holding a lightbulb with some substance inside it.

[Y/N] looked from Lantern Draco and Desk Draco. The light from inside the lantern was flickering, shadows dancing along the walls of the room. Lantern Draco giggled. Alright, that was out of character. She then thought about DADA classes with Professor Lupin in their third year. What were they again?

Right!

She made a few swift strides and finally found herself right in front of Lantern Draco. He was looking at her longingly for a few seconds when his eye twitched and he turned into Hermione Granger, who opened her mouth to speak but turned into Ron Weasley this time with his mouth also open. This kept going—the Boggart switching into all the people she knew. They were laughing, she realized. At her.

[Y/N] raised her hand at the Boggart — which now took the form of Professor Sprout — and yelled, “Riddikulus!”

Professor Sprout’s hat turned green, and it seemed to have merged into her curly hair and she started wailing like a baby. She also grew fairy wings, which made her look like a Mandrake-Pixie hybrid. [Y/N] feigned an amused and entertained smile at the real Draco’s way, but he seemed much too stunned to at least smile back. She paid this no mind and waved her wand again. “Riddikulus!”

The funny-looking figure of Professor Sprout vanished, and black wisps started to file out and disappear. There was silence for a moment and she turned to Draco, who was still pressed against the desk, not wanting to meet his gaze. She was just as eager to put this behind them.

“You’re scared of yourself holding a lantern?”

“And you’re scared of. . . .laughter?” Close enough, but I’m scared of being ridiculed. But of course, she did not say this. They both laughed but even then they knew it was short-lived.

“Now, the lightbulb, yeah?” [Y/N] knew he was holding it, but it was an alright conversation starter.

“Here,” he said. “There’s Floo Powder inside, I think.” Draco handed her the bulb.

“Oh yeah, that’s definitely Floo Powder.” The Divination classroom seemed more deserted than usual. “So. . .do we light the fireplace and go back to the house?”

“Is there even a fireplace there?”

“Can only hope for the best. I’ll go first.”

“No, no, I will.”

“I suggested it, let me do it,” argued [Y/N]. She held out her hand, waiting for him to give her the bulb. “Oh, come on now.”

She pulled out her wand, preparing herself to cast the Fire-Making spell. “Stand back,” she said.

“You stand back,” mumbled Draco.

“What?”

“Nothing,” he mumbled.

The Remembrall in her hand pulsed red. Why? But they got all the items already, right?

“Oh right, you can have your dementor cloak back.” She started pulling the sleeves off her shoulders when he reached out and put it back.

“Keep it.”

“If you say so,” she said, a hint of smile on both their faces. Slipping back into the cloak, she held out her wand again and yelled, “Incendio!”

A jet of fire shot from her wand and into the fireplace. It licked up in flames, casting a lovely glow around the room and on their faces.

Bulb in hand, she poured a pinch of Floo powder onto her palm and tossed it into the fireplace, the flames turning green. She risked a glance at Draco, who was looking at her eagerly. She faced the fireplace once more. “Alright, uh, Creepin’ Cabin!” She hoped it wasn’t too vague.

Draco unbuttoned the first slot of his suit, fidgeting his collar. Who knows how many fireplaces were there? What if there weren’t any? Before [Y/N] stepped in, he took hold of her wrist. “Just use the whistle if you run into trouble, alright?”

“Whistle? What whistle?” She blinked at him as the Remembrall remained red and she remembered what their DADA Professor had said: On the table right next to the door, make sure to grab a whistle once you enter. Can’t send off ‘em sparks in an enclosed space with your wand. . . Yeh blow it real hard if you find yourself in trouble inside the house and we’ll come and get you.

“Oh, right, about that. . . .too late.” So that’s what she had forgotten! And with that, she slipped into the fireplace before Draco could stop her again.

[PART TWO]

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Hiii could you rec any fics where Erik or Charles or both are vampires and or werewolves?

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Summary: Secret Santa, for azryal00, prompts: virginity, stalking or vampire AU. Decided to attempt all, in one fic. As part of a reward for his successes in border skirmishes, Sebastian Shaw allows Erik discretion to create a childe of his own, within reason. Erik rebels.

B-Negative – manic_intent

Summary: Written for the 5 Acts thing on livejournal, for toestastegood's 'Vampire AU' Act. This was originally going to be some sort of True Blood parody, but it somehow became a bit more serious. :/

Bloodbound – ikeracity

Summary: Finding himself strapped for cash at the start of his senior year, Erik decides to become a donor at TypO, a blood bar where vampires come to drink fresh blood from consenting donors, safely and legally. There, he catches the eye of Charles Xavier, vampire, telepath, professor at Columbia, and quite possibly the most alluring person Erik's ever met. Their first meeting sets into motion a bond much deeper than they can understand, one that neither of them had ever expected.

Old Metal (Blood, Memory and Rubber Ducks) – pprfaith

Summary: Erik is a vampire. Sookie, err, Charles is a telepath. Any questions?

Food Allergies – madneto

Summary: A bout of insomnia one fateful night leads Erik to Xavier's, the late night bookstore near Columbia University, whose owner Erik quickly decides is the best thing since... well, since maybe ever. Charles is brilliant, funny, passionate, handsome, and every other good adjective Erik can think of, and even though they've only been on three dates, Erik is convinced this is the start of something perfect.

Then Charles has a bad reaction to the food Erik cooks for them on their fourth date, leaving Erik to wonder if maybe he's completely botched his one chance at true love.

Series

The Price for Eternity – madneto

Summary: Erik and Charles are relaxing in the park when Erik decides to ask Charles a question that has long been on his mind, re: vampires. The answer is unexpected.

Series

The Boy with the Sigil Tattoo – keire_ke

Summary: Buffy AU. The story of a boy and his vampire.

Love and Other Secrets – Microsaur

Summary: Erik is a vampire that would much rather be left alone, Charles is a baronet that can't seem to accept that.

The First One – SassyDuckQueen

Summary: Erik Lehnsherr is a vampire living in a peaceful life in New York City, where he works as a night time security guard at the Pentagram. He's in a relationship with Charles Xavier, a young professor at a private university. However, his life is thrown upside down by the return of his wayward son, Peter, who informs him that an old enemy has resurfaced.

Series

Blood Bound – WaxRhapsodic

Summary: Charles is sick. Again. He decides to do something drastic about it and take a Blood Contract with a Vampire who turns out to be dangerously attractive.

Night Holds No Redemption – isabella

Summary: Vampire Hunters AU

When vampires roam the city at night there are also those who will hunt them down.

Charles Xavier and James “Logan” Howlett are vampire hunters part of the NIB – Night Investigation Bureau, in New York. When Erik, a vampire Charles failed to kill, comes back to haunt him Charles finds he no longer can run from his past and has to face the truth about the monster he created.

Pairing info: Flashbacks are Charles/Erik, present focuses first on the growing relationship between Logan/Charles, then on Charles/Erik.

Endgame will be Charles/Erik.

Night Life – Ook

Summary: he young journalist, or researcher, or whatever he is, is going to get himself in trouble around here. Erik can tell.

A researcher who doesn't know when to stop.

A man who doesn't take no for an answer.

A vampire that doesn't give interviews.

Werewolf

Dancing in the Rain – Pangea, velvetcadence

Summary: Werewolf alpha Erik found a human pup Charles alone in the forest and took him back to his lair. Erik protected and cared for the boy, though he was barely a mature wolf himself.

A few years passed, Charles grew up so pretty, and Erik was afraid he would miss his kind and go back to them, leaving Erik to be alone again - but Charles stayed and chose to be Erik’s mate.

Moon Song – ikeracity

Summary: Werewolf AU. When Charles is captured by hunters, Erik and his pack go after him. It turns out there might be some room for redemption left for both of them after all.

Loyalty and Obedience – Ook

Summary: A human rent boy working the streets gets rescued from a pimp by the Lehnsherr Pack Head and his Second on a recruitment trip. Werewolves, huh?

Who knows where this one's going?

Skin Deep – manic_intent

Summary: Written for the kmeme, Everyone-is-a-werewolf AU. Erik happens upon a seemingly abandoned mansion in Westchester during a full moon and finds an insanely clueless werewolf living in isolation.

In Escrow – manic_intent

Summary: Same 'verse as Skin Deep, between the final part and the epilogue. Charles abruptly realizes that he's unable to shift forms after a full moon. Which can only mean one thing.

Supernatural and the Scientist – Caradee

Summary: Charles Xavier is a upcoming geneticist and wildlife biologist who’s next big thesis reveals a little to much about the hidden werewolf community. Now Erik Lehnsehrr is suppose to figure out who it is feeding Xavier the information and put an end to it.

However, things are not what they appear.

Open Season – Caradee

Summary: Charles is a adorable omega wolf who has no sense for pack dynamics and wanders on his own. Erik is the exhausted Alpha of the pack who is unfortunately smitten with him. Its hunting season, nothing can go wrong. Right?

Only Hope – onaxe

Summary: According to werewolf law, an unwed Omega cannot legally hold custody of a child. When Charles is challenged for custody over his 17 year old sister, Raven, he desperately turns to the only solution available. He marries a complete stranger, Alpha Erik Lehnsherr, who is haunted by a mysterious past.

Note: Unfinished but a fun read.

Tooth and Nail – TurtleTotem

Summary: Erik is no longer part of Charles's pack. It's none of his business who he takes as a mate.

Vampires and Werewolves

For you, Eternity – gerec, lachatblanche

Summary: Erik still remembers the day he lost everything to a pack of werewolves; his family, his village, and the love of his life. Left with nothing but regret and pain everlasting, he turns to Sebastian Shaw - who promises revenge in exchange for loyalty eternal.

For centuries, he leads his clan of vampires in a war against their hated enemy, the same werewolf pack responsible for the slaughter of Erik’s village. But now Logan - the pack’s new leader - wants to make peace with their age old adversaries; an act that neither side particularly cares to pursue.

Adding to this volatile mix is one Charles Xavier, scientist and academic, drawn to the continent by his fascination for the supernatural and the locals’ tales of love, betrayal and never-ending war…

On the Scent – dedkake

Summary: The full moon is nearing and Charles decides to visit his neighbor.

Does not ebb – StarkMad

Summary: prompt: "...I would love a fic with Charles and Erik in an Underworld AU basically with Charles as Selene's character and Erik as Michael Corvin's character

and/ooor nonnie could do an Underworld: Rise of the Lycans and Charles as Sonja's character and Erik as Lucian (feel free and make me cry, dearest nonnie) feel free to do whatever you want as long as the AU still remains identifiable (and just kill me with tons of Chares and Erik drama and lurve and heartache and whatever.

Dear Neighbour Mine – issabella

Summary: Fill for the prompt by Lonelyparts: Charles is a telepathic werewolf living next door to a vampire who favours severe black turtlenecks and metal coffins.

Of course they have to annoy each other first, before dangerous circumstances bring them together.

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Ambers Masterlist

(made  by @the-soulofdevil. I love it, thank you.)

Hi! Welcome to my Masterlist, mostly there is Chris Evans Characters listed here, but I have a bit of others as well. Please feel free to send Asks about any series or one shots that come to mind. I do requests, but they are sporadically done and I might pass on some should I not really have any ideas for a story. This list does include NSFW 18+ content. Fics should have approptiate warnings on them, if not, please let me know. Happy Reading. 

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier- 

Sam Wilson/Falcon/Captain America- 

Life After Snowpiercer (Curtis Everett Series and One Shots)-  (complete)

Curtis Everett x Y/N- series and drabbles/shorts. Curtis decides its time to get all of you out of the tail end and live a life free. Warnings- Smut, violence, mentions of pregnancy, Non Con moments. Moodboard made by @angrybirdcrGo check out her work, its STUNNING.

Wilfords Demands and other Darkish!Curtis fics- (Complete)

Wilford uses men like Curtis to sire children for his use, and has issued Curtis his own permanent companion, You. But can he keep you? Others seem to have eyes on you as well. (Darkish Themed) Moodboard made by @thelemonadestxnd

Life Is Short So Make It Sweet - Curtis Everett x Plus!Sized Reader AU (ongoing) 

You left behind your life in New York for Lake Superior, settling in Duluth, Minnesota as Mason Academy's newest eighth grade teacher. You weren't suspecting to meet anyone, nor were you looking. But when a field trip introduced you to Curtis Everett, your chance meeting opened another new chapter for you.

The Perfect Life-  A Dark Series with Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes (Complete) 

Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes are tired, tired of not having what they have longed for all these years. Modern time dating is hard. Its just easier to take what they want. 

Rose Red All Hallow’s Eve- (complete) 

Welcome to Rose Red, the famously haunted mansion in New York State thats open for one night a year, Hallow’s Eve. Come for a visit, stay a while. We promise that you will not want to leave. 

Home Sweet Home- (Andy Barber AU) (complete)

The Barbers are just starting to settle down into a new life and a growing family. Its time for a bigger and better house, a place they can call home. But they might not be the only ones to call Amityville Home. 

Settling In Devil Creek- Chased By The Pale Moonlight / Drunk On A Devil’s Hunger (Lee Bodecker AU) 

You purchase a small town diner in Devil Creek. The locals welcome you as one of there own, becoming especially popular with the towns Sheriff, Lee Bodecker. But another man of power in the town takes notice of you as well and things are not as they always first appear. 

Hypnotic Stirrings- (Nick Vaughn AU) (complete)

You and Nick have made the house a home in the little Chicago neighborhood where everything is about community. You two were the perfect addition to the street and welcomed with enthusiasm. You couldn't be happier in your perfect community. The house wasn't always a home though and nothing is ever perfect. 

The Pack/Shifter Series- 

Alpha of the Mountain Pack Steve Rogers welcomes a shifter in need of sanctuary. The Alpha finds out she’s so much more. (A/B/O AU)

Ransom Drysdale Advent Calendar- (complete) 

24 days of Ransom trying to do everyday tasks. Written with @what-is-your-backupplan-today and @ohthankevans13 Moodboard made by what-is-your-backupplan-today.) 

Precarious Agreements (complete) 

You and Ransom once had an arrangement that worked for both of you, Friends with Benefits. That was until Ransom cost you your job. You swore off the trust fund prick, he made your life harder then it was and in the long run you two just weren’t good together, never have been. That is until a couple years later he comes back into your life. Maybe you are not done with him, just like he isnt done with you. 

Feeding The Flames: Johnny Storm Smut Series (Ongoing)

A series of shorts done for @imanuglywombat “Is that even a sex position?” Weekly Challenge featuring our favorite Fantastic Four member, Johnny Storm. 

Going Off Script- Playing It Cool AU (Ongoing)

Mike (Renamed from Me) are doing the whole Couple lifestyle. With all its ups and downs that go with it. 

Owned Sinfully Sweet- Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes Mob AU (ongoing)

Club Owners and Mobsters Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes claim you as their Doll. Now everything you do is for them and them alone. 

Taking The Risks- (ongoing)

Mike Weiss and You have a problem. Well more than a problem, you both are addicts. Add on the fact that you are a working girl for one of the most powerful men in Houston Texas, it just doesn't spell anything good for you. But Mike is insistent that you both can get out of that life.

Nick Gant (Push) 

I haven’t got much here yet, but someday there will be. 

Chris Evans Characters- 

Characters such as Steve Rogers (Captain America), Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out), Colin Shea (Whats Your Number) Paul Diskant (Street Kings) Johnny Dobyne (Loss of a Teardrop Diamond) Ari Levinson (Red Sea Diving Resort) Mike Weiss (Puncture) Robert Pronge/Mr.Freezy- (Iceman) 

Chris Evans- (One Shots)

Randomness Things- (One Shots) 

Characters that I dont normally write for (Peter Quill, Deadpool, Loki) and just open interpretation kind of writing with a picture attached.

Challenges and Prompts- 

Sweaters Any Fucking Fic Challenge- Closed.

Sweaters Birthday Celebration- Closed 

Sage and Sweaters Winter/Holiday Festival Challenge- Closed

Sensory Prompts with Random Characters- Open Requests

Short Drabbes List- Open Requests

Gif Exchange Masterlist- Closed

Sleepy Prompts List- Open Requests

Maximum Effort Masterlist- Collab with @wiypt-writes

Triple Frontier AU- 

Supernatural Verse- (One Shots) 

[rawbins-undertale-blog]

hello there!!

i got 2 questions, hope you don't mind!

1. do you have any xreader fic/author recomendations? i'd love to read whatever you reccomend. it could be either here on tumblr or ao3

2. is there an anon list? if not, could you perhaps make one? if the answer is yes, may i become 🌌 (galaxy) or 🪐 (planet) anon?

thank you, have a great day!!

2. Answering this first because it's way shorter: I actually have no clue what an anon list is, but ofc!! You can be galaxy anon if you want, I don't mind :-D (Please do explain what an anon list is to me though lol, because I'm 99% sure I'd be A-okay with doing that)

1. Oooh I have so many!!! List under the cut lol (and I definitely forgot a lot, too 😭)

Let's start off with my most recent, Special Toppings. It's a really funny one and I've read it like, 5 times now. Basically, Edge (undersell Papyrus) hires a stripper while drunk to come to his brother's bachelor party (who Red/underfell Sans is marrying is never stated btw) and it's great. I'd also recommend going through all other fics written by this author. :-) Read it here.

Then, we have Fairytale Complex which is ongoing right now! I'm a few chapters behind at the moment, but as far as I've read it's really good! Basic premise is that you're Frisk's parent, and you're dealing with the monsters and the fact that they hurt your kid. This one gets, like, 29889 bonus points for the reader insert being gender-neutral. Read it here.

This one isn't for everyone, but There's Still Magic is also pretty interesting to me! Major TW for abuse, manipulation and other things like that though, as it's a pretty big theme in the story. Basically, your friend Taylor has offered you to live with her in this big house with her reverse harem of skeleton boyfriends, but it's... not great there for you. Taylor's an ass to the skeletons in the house and they're kept firmly in her manipulative hold, minus Mutt (Rus). The characters are a bit OOC in my opinion, but it's a good fic so I still recommend it! Read it here.

Then, we have ANIME IS REAL! It's really fun and I like it. Basically, Sans shows up at your doorstep (and, mind you, we're in our universe, so up until this point, we've only thought of him as a fictional character) and whoops, now you're in a mansion with the classic gang of skeletons. Very enjoyable. Read it here.

Until That Day Comes is probably my favourite right now, though. It's still ongoing, and I'm really curious to see where it's all headed! Basically, the fic starts with you waking up after... something, and after being missing for a while, with a case of amnesia. As it turns out, you're married to Sans, but you don't remember that at all. While this is going on, you're closing yourself off from all these "strangers" that are trying to help you and searching for your "sister"... I wonder if the sister even exists. Regardless, the plot is immaculate and the drama is to die for. Also the author, Sneakyfox55, has great taste in music and is a real cool person, so I'm just saying it'd be funny if we all pranked them by being real mean and leaving nice comments 🤷 Read it here.

This one is really long - (The Last of the) Real Ones. I feel like telling you too much upfront would ruin the whole fic, so I'll just give you the slightest explanation that is so vague it won't help, but: AU characters are appearing, and you're sent on a mission to collect them. That's all I'm going to say, but if you're the type who likes the reverse harems, this is for you. I really like this one! The reader-insert really isn't my type of character (plus minus points for it being a female reader), but I'm willing to let it slide because the story is so damn good. Read it here.

Super interesting - A Splash of Purple. Basically, you're a witness to a murder and Swapfell Sans is a cop investigating. I can't say much more, but it's a fun read! Still ongoing. Read it here.

All That Jazz. You're a bartender at a bar Undertale Sans attends. I really like the reader-insert (minus the fact that you're decidedly female). Still ongoing. Read it here.

Then we have Blacked Out, which is about Fellswap Sans. You have a one-night stand with him but apparently, you're also soulmates according to him... Still ongoing and only 2 chapters long so far, but I like it already. Read it here.

This one is currently on hiatus - Daughter of Death. It's not my usual type of story, but I seriously like it a lot. I really can't describe it because I'm not sure how lol, but it's good. Read it here.

This one I also have a hard time explaining, especially since it's not finished (and it might be discontinued? It doesn't say it explicitly but it hasn't been updated in years, so...), but Dead Ringer. This one takes place in the usual Undertale Universe. Warning for themes of domestic abuse and transphobia among other things, but the author put up trigger warnings at the start of each chapter with these themes if I remember correctly and I think you can skip those scenes entirely (but don't quote me on that). Sans acts just a bit OOC but that's fine, it's still a good fic so I won't hold that against it or the author. Read it here.

Got Crabs? is another unfairly funny fic that I would definitely recommend. It's a soulmate AU with Red (Underfell Sans) x reader. Read it here.

Bittybones AU!! If You Give a Bittybones a Cookie is really fun. You move into a "haunted" house, but well, it's actually inhabited by bittybones! Read it here.

This one seems to have been discontinued, but My Neighbour Could Kill Me is a fun read! It's pretty short, but regardless, it's interesting. Just know that you're immortal, and the AU skeletons live by the same street as you. Warning for gore and (temporary) death. Read it here.

Of Spells and Illusions is pretty fun too! You're in college and so are the Undertale characters... It's a pretty slow burn, but just know that it's with the classic UT characters, no AU shenanigans here, and it's got a pretty unique premise as all monsters disguise themselves as human! Read it here.

Nostalgia works off the concept of you coming from the normal Undertale universe before suddenly waking up one day in the Underfell universe. Also you've developed magic. It's only 2 chapters long so far (and was last update last year) so it might be silently discontinued, but it's still good so I recommend it! Read it here.

If any of the links lead to the wrong place or don't work, please tell me! :-) Also, I'll probably upload more fic recs sooner or later because these are far from the only ones I love and I've definitely forgotten a lot of them. ^^ Feel free to drop your own recs in the notes <3