#admittedly it's mostly lucy

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Kiss Me With Your Eyes Closed (Sejanus Plinth x Reader)

Summary: (Y/N) is the victor of the 9th Hunger Games and the beloved girlfriend of Coriolanus Snow, though she’s secretly in love with his best friend (in this au the hunger games progressed more quickly, for example mentors were already present before the 10th games etc etc). title inspired by Hot Freaks’ Puppy Princess!

Warnings: not much rlly tbh, a wee bit of angst but mostly FLUFFY FLUFFFFF. might write a smutty sequel if this does well (or just if i feel like it lol) but even then it would be more fluffy smut, like sweet love making rather than getting absolutely railed lmao yk? (i probably will so stay tuned if u like this and lmk if u wanna be tagged!)

spoiler free apart from references to coriolanus x lucy gray!!

ok actually it is a pretty good amount of angst nvm lmao

Word count: 2k

You sigh as you run your fingers over the tattered poster, so shiny and new only a year before, reading the now barely legible words. (Y/N) (L/N) Victory Tour, In Honor of the 9th Hunger Games, Arriving Soon in Your District. You remember your victory tour all too well. Despite the traumas you had endured as a victor, you’re grateful for how far you’ve come. Sure, you still have nightmares of your games every now and again, yet even still you have the best fate a girl from District 3 could ever hope for - you had fallen in love with a boy from the Capitol.

From an outsider’s perspective, it was the perfect love story. A doomed romance from the beginning; star crossed lovers, one might say, a Capitol boy and a District girl. When you had arrived at the Capitol for the 9th Hunger Games, near certain you had no chance of winning, your dashing mentor Coriolanus Snow had immediately taken a liking to you. He took you under his wing and coached you through your games, and when you had miraculously emerged victorious and returned to the Capitol, he decided that he wanted you for his own, and who were you to say no? Not even a few weeks before, you were just another girl from District 3, completely unknown, barely scraping by. Now you had been thrust suddenly into a lavish lifestyle with a handsome suitor to boot, adored by all of Panem; the nation’s sweetheart. After your games, you could have left it all behind. Sure, you would never be granted total anonymity being a victor, but you could have gone back to your beaten down home in District 3 and lived a relatively quiet life. After all, it’s not like the Snows had the finances to buy your freedom from your district and turn you into a full fledged Capitol citizen.

But the Plinths did.

You never particularly enjoyed Strabo Plinth as a person, but you couldn’t help but be grateful to him for what he had done for you. You had, however, immediately taken a liking to his caring wife, as well as his juxtaposition of a son, Sejanus, who clearly took more after his mother. In contrast to your rugged, analytical lover, Sejanus was gentle, complex. The two of you had become fast friends while Coriolanus had helped you prepare for the games.

And so before you knew it, this was your new life. At first you were anxious, concerned that your becoming a Capitol citizen and Coriolanus associating so intimately with a girl from the Districts would be seen as an act of rebellion and put you both in danger. However Coriolanus assured you that the nation loved you, both as an individual and as a couple. Sure, it was unexpected, yeah, it broke the (admittedly unwritten) rules, but that’s what made it oh-so fun to watch. Because at the end of the day, the games weren’t a competition - they were a show, and everyone loved an underdog.

There was only one minor flaw. You had fallen in love with a boy from the Capitol, yes, but it wasn’t the one you had so publicly given your heart to.

Your relationship with Coriolanus was practical, and that was about the only positive thing you could truthfully say about it. Neither of you were particularly wealthy or powerful individually, but together, you had potential. If you could keep all of Panem tuned in to your epic love story, you could almost certainly ensure mutual survival. You offered Coriolanus the opportunity to be known as not only a mentor to a victor, but a lover as well. And though nearly a year later his eyes had started to wander, the dapper blond had been quite infatuated with you when the courtship had begun, and Coriolanus was notoriously possessive. While his family was in the midst of financial hardship at the current moment, becoming a Capitol resident gave you the opportunity to get by still much more comfortably than you had in your impoverished home district. And who knew what volatility Coriolanus was capable of if you had rejected his advances? You had been coaxed into this very moment and had no other option but to grin and bear it. After all, all the girls you knew back home would kill to be in your position. A handsome sweetheart, financial stability courtesy of the Plinths, and the whole country all but worshiping you. Coriolanus Snow had offered you not only fame and fortune, but more importantly, security. Safety, in return for your undying affection.

Coriolanus was sweet at first. Charming, for sure. He was certainly attractive, yet he had never really had much of an effect on you. Maybe it was simply intuition. Or maybe it was the fact that he could never compare to his best friend, Sejanus Plinth.

Kind, pure Sejanus. The type of boy that, unlike Coriolanus Snow, truly made your head spin. The chemistry between you and Sejanus was unspoken, yet undeniable. However, you had already reluctantly sworn yourself to Coriolanus, and knew running off with his best friend would certainly put both you and your not so secret admirer in a treacherous situation. Sejanus Plinth was a risk you simply couldn’t afford to take.

What stung the most was that in any other situation, it could have worked. Sejanus was certainly more wealthy and influential than Coriolanus, not that that was what truly mattered to you. If you had been just a bit more fortunate, you could have had the boy you truly loved as your mentor and still have the same security and more that you were now so gracefully granted, if you had simply found your way to Sejanus before Coriolanus had set his sights on you and claimed you as his own. But unfortunately for you, your current romantic relationship was one built upon the grounds of survival rather than love.

If you were fully honest with yourself, you never truly loved Coriolanus - well, not romantically, at least. There was once a time where you had loved him as a dear friend, but in the time you had known him, he had become cruel and vitriolic. You knew from the start that he had always had it in him to become this way, though you had always naively hoped that he wouldn’t, that he would control himself, but the poison within his soul had soon taken over his cold, uncaring heart. He had become hardened by the misfortune of his family and gradually more complaisant in the ways of the Capitol, as well as secretly resentful of the great fortune of his supposed best friend and honorary brother Sejanus.

Now just over a year since you had met, the 10th Hunger Games were nearing to start. You had heard the whispers of Coriolanus sneaking around with his newest mentee, your replacement in more ways than one, Lucy Gray Baird; however it never bothered you. Lucy Gray knew that your relationship with Coriolanus was nothing more than a facade, and the two of you had become unlikely friends. You weren’t sure just how much of his affections for Lucy Gray were genuine, or how much was motivated by a desire to flatter her in an attempt to gain another victor to further his own career. Though Coriolanus’s mood was recently heightened by his new lover, he was still resentful of being assigned such an impoverished district for two years in a row and was prone to fits of rage over this perceived insult. While your home of District 3 was never much of a spectacle, Lucy Gray’s District 12 was miraculously even more down trodden, the poorest district of them all. You couldn’t help but wonder if this assignment was actually made to compliment Coriolanus, to show that if he could made a diamond in the rough out of you, that perhaps he could do the same for Lucy Gray.

As you sit alone in Coriolanus’s bed, still running your fingers gingerly along the photograph, you hear a knock at the door.

“Sejanus?”

“Oh, hey. Is Coryo around?”

You shake your head. “He’s out right now.”

Sejanus’s jaw tightens at your response. “With her?”

You nod unenthusiastically and can see the disgust and anger wash over his face as he makes his way over to you.

“It’s not her fault, Sejanus. She’s actually really sweet.”

He sits down on the bed next to you, careful to leave enough space between the two of you as to not make you uncomfortable. “I know it’s not. It’s his. Does it really not bother you at all?”

“Not particularly.”

He chuckles to himself. “You’re better than me, (Y/N). I don’t know how you put up with it. If I truly loved someone, it would kill me to see them with someone else.” He’s subtle, but you can tell exactly what he’s implying.

“Well good thing I don’t have to see it.”

“Fair enough.”

Sejanus looks sympathetically at you for a second, blissfully unaware that his kind, beautiful brown eyes are making you melt, before noticing the poster in your hand.

“Is that-”

“Yep.” You shiver, remembering your games, the things you saw… “I don’t think it ever occurred to him, the things I had to do in there.”

“It occurred to me.” He gently places his shaky hand on your knee, carefully surveying your expression to make sure you’re okay with the contact, to which you nod slightly, nearly involuntarily. “Look, I’ll say it since no one else in this screwed up place will, I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

You bite your lip, feeling butterflies in your stomach once again as he gives you that look and it takes everything in you not to lean in and kiss him right then and there. Your boyfriend could come home any moment, after all, and you quickly compose yourself, breaking Sejanus’s gaze. “It’s okay. I won. It’s the Hunger Games. It’s an honor.”

He inches carefully closer to you before speaking up again, his deep voice barely above a whisper. “(Y/N), you don’t have to pretend around me.”

You shake your head in denial. “I’m not pretending.”

“Then why haven’t I seen that light in your eyes that I love so much since you’ve left the arena? Why don’t you care that he’s always off with Lucy Gray? Why are the rules different for you than they are for him?”

And suddenly it hits you all at once. Sejanus is right. If Coriolanus is sneaking around with your friend everyday, even when they aren’t training, then what’s to stop you from doing the same to him? What do you owe him when all he’s ever done is keep you like a bird in a cage?

You don’t stop yourself, you don’t even think as you lean in and kiss Sejanus. He gets over the initial shock quickly and melts into it, cradling your body in his arms and pulling you in by the small of your back. You both pull away at the same time, not quite sure what’s gotten into you, but whatever it is, you like it.

“Coriolanus has never kissed me like that.”

“Go figure.”

His nerves kick in once again as he starts to stutter an apology before you shut him up by kissing him softly again.

“Since I first got to the Capitol… Sejanus, nothing here has felt right, except for you.”

“I could say the same about you,” he muses as he leans in once again, kissing you slow, both of you pretending the moment could last forever. If only…

[wellgoslowly]

Hello! I was wondering if I can get a request please. The reader works for Lockwood and Co but she has the complete opposite personality of what Lockwood has (ex: reader is more of listener rather than a talker and when she is around new people she is more on the quiet side until she gets comfortable around them) and Lockwood falls for the reader. Thank you!

Ain't a Life a Many Splendored Thing?

a/n: a bit of a shorter post but I think I might make it into a series!! I loved this prompt and I loved writing it sm!!! it's not much but I didn't want to write more before knowing if yall would want a part 2 :) also yes the title is from hello hello by elton john from the hit movie gnomeo and juliet.

pairing: lockwood x fem!reader

word count: 1.4k

warnings: none :)

tags: @hufflepuff1619 (thank you for the request!) @oblivious-idiot @tangledinlove @ikeasupremacy @givemea-dam-break @neewtmas [if u guys want to be put on a tag list just lmk in the comments!!! also if i missed anyone im sorry!!!!]

The moment that you stepped into 35 Portland Row for your interview, it was obvious to everyone that Lockwood was a goner.

You two were clearly exact opposites- where he was confident and cocky, you seemed more reserved and humble. Where he was reckless, you seemed calculated and exact. And it was now evident that while he found it natural to talk in order to prevent awkward silences around new people (especially those whom he found to be very attractive), you were perfectly comfortable with listening to him ramble.

“And right up here is the attic.” He was saying now as the two of you climbed up the creaking stairs. “You've met Lucy, obviously- this is her room. And yours as well, if you choose to live here.” He watched you take in the room, filled with Lucy's drawings and scarce decorations on the walls, your eyes lingering on the small bed hastily shoved in the corner. He looked at you with apprehension, admittedly a little worried that you would turn to him and say that you'd changed your mind and reject the employment offer.

Instead, you turned to him with a slight smile on your face and said, “Is it ok with Lucy? If I stay here?” Instantly, Lockwood was filled with relief. “It was her idea, actually.” He said softly, watching you nod in understanding. “Alright then.” You said, a sense of finality in your voice. Lockwood smiled and watched as you walked to set the small bag of belongings you had taken to your interview on top of your new bed. “I'll leave you to it, then. Dinner should be ready soon.” He said to you. You didn't respond, but Lockwood wasn't worried- he knew exactly what your soft smile was meant to convey.

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“Lockwood, I just- I don't know if she fits here.” It had been only 3 days after you had officially joined Lockwood & Co., but Lockwood wasn't necessarily surprised by the remark George threw him from across the table that morning. You and Lucy were asleep, still tired after facing an infuriating ambush from a large cluster of Type Ones while on a Type Two case.

“What do you mean, George?” Lockwood asked as he took a sip of his tea. “I mean, she's just so quiet. She never speaks, and when she does it's either in one word responses or a couple phrases- even then, she mostly only ever talks to you. I'm just worried about how well she'll be able to communicate in the future.” George explained, his hands moving wildly about.

“You haven't seen her in the field, George- she's brilliant. Her sight is comparable to mine, and her touch… it's like Lucy with her Listening. Yes, she's a bit… reserved, but I'm sure she just needs to warm up to us, is all.” Lockwood smiled at his friend as he took another sip of tea, peeling open the front page of a new issue of True Hauntings.

“Don't think I didn't notice how you avoided the comment about how she only seems to talk to you.” George grumbled, taking a bite out of a piece of toast. Lockwood didn't look up from the text on the page in front of him as he mumbled a soft “I don't know what you're talking about.” George scoffed in response, starting to say something that sounded a lot like “you're clearly gone for her, why do I even try”, when you walked in, hair amess and blinking sleep out of your eyes.

The kitchen fell into immediate silence, George's face flushing in embarrassment as you looked at him, your expression unreadable. “If you're going to talk about me, you could at least do it while I'm around.” Lockwood looked up at that as he didn't notice you silently entering the kitchen. He took in your sleep-addled state and the look of fear in George's eyes. And then you were softly smiling. “I was joking, sorry. Didn't mean to scare you.” You said before sitting down next to Lockwood.

George snorted. “I think that's the most you've said to me the entire time you've been here.” George said, apparently taking your joke to heart. Lockwood softly kicked George under the table, but you just laughed a little.

Deciding to change the subject, Lockwood turned to you with a smile. “I'm sorry for him. What he meant to say was good morning. Would you like some tea?” You smiled at Lockwood, and he was hit with the thought that it mightve been the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. “Yes, please.” You responded. Lockwood nodded, getting up to turn the kettle on once more.

The morning passed like that- you and George softly trading barbs with one another, Lockwood making you your tea and toast, and Lucy stumbling in once you were almost done with breakfast and mumbling a “gmornin” to you and the boys. Soon, the discussion turned from an easygoing conversation over breakfast and lapsed into a more serious discussion as Lockwood started explaining the cases that you all had scheduled for that night.

You and Lockwood would be going out to a house that was reported to contain a Type Two and a couple Type Ones, George would be staying home to do some research for a bigger case the four of you had coming up the next week (he had also gotten injured a couple of days ago and his wound hadn't fully healed), and Lucy would be going to an office afflicted by a couple Type Ones.

Lockwood had been too busy dishing out the information for the night's events to realize that you hadn't been talking. It was only after Lucy and George had nodded in understanding and set out to set their own respective tasks- Lucy heading down to the basement and George getting ready to go to the Archives- when Lockwood looked to you and realized that you had been drawing on the Thinking Cloth the entire time.

He leaned over slightly, watching as you drew a small landscape on a tiny piece of empty space with a green pen that Lockwood wasn't sure he had ever seen before. He smiled as you drew, watching the concentration on your face. “Did you hear the cases for tonight?” He asked softly, watching the quirk at the corner of your lips.

“George is doing research, Lucy's got a couple of Type Ones, and you and me have got the Type Two.” You clicked your pen, signaling that you were finished with your drawing, and then you turned to look at Lockwood. “How'd I do?” You asked softly. “With the cases, or the drawing?” You shrugged, a look in your eyes that told him “both.” He smiled. “Excellent.” He whispered, making you smile.

Eventually, the two of you migrated from the kitchen to the library. Lockwood sat in his favorite armchair, surveying a stack of recent magazines as he decided which one to read first. You left the room quickly, and Lockwood frowned at your departure as he settled into the chair with a week old gossip rag.

But as quickly as you left, you had returned, a book in your hand as you sat down in the chair next to Lockwood. You two sat there for a while, Lockwood taking breaks to explain to you different London Society news while you happily listened and Lockwood smiling to himself every time you reached a point in your book that made you laugh or make some sort of exclamation of disbelief.

He was content, he realized, to just sit there and exist by your side. While he normally felt the need to make his presence known, to charm and impress anyone he might’ve just met, he found that he was very happy to just sit and read with you.

An hour or so later, Lockwood decided that he wanted to go down to the basement and get some training in before the case that night. He was about to ask you if you'd care to join before he noticed that you had fallen asleep, arms curled around your legs and head laying peacefully against the cushioning of the chair. He smiled as he closed his magazine, getting up slowly and draping a blanket over you without a sound.

As Lockwood walked out of the library, he realized that George had been right. Not about you not fitting in- no, you had definitely proven George wrong. Instead, he was forced to admit that George might've been right about Lockwood being gone for you.

hehehe thanks for reading!!! I just put in my 2 weeks at my soul sucking part time job so I'll hopefully have more motivation to work on these hehe!!! I'll also be making a masterlist very soon- I've been meaning to do that for a while

also if yall want a part 2, pls lmk! I loved writing this and I think I could do a lot more w it hehehehe. anywhom if you've read this far, thank you for reading!!! love u!

mwah, linnie

[devsissues]

new terrible (actually good?) snowjanus au idea

The Selection au, Coryo is the prince who's father dies suddenly. His grandmother is queen regent until Coriolanus is married and in order to find a partner they host a selection (If you've never read that series, basically they gather a bunch of girls from different background to do a bachelor style thing to marry a prince, it is not a great book series but I love it as a concept for fics so tbh 6/10 even though it has admittedly been awhile since I read it)

Sejanus is in love with his best friend Marcus, but is pushed by both his family and Marcus to sign up for the selection as a way to potentially help his family gain power (mostly pressured by his dad, but I think Marcus sees it as a chance for Sejanus to really do something, like he's always wanted) He's chosen and sent away to live in the palace with 23 other contenders (probably the other mentors + Lucy gray but I might pick through that later)

[bella-rose29]

Relic (wo)man

requested by @superpositvecloudshipper: what about a relic hunter fem reader x Anthony lockwood where reader fights lockwood over an important relic in doing so he pulls off her hood revealing she's a girl which shocks him she runs off leaving relic with him, few days later she turns up at his door very much injured and he immediately helps her then asks why she came and she tells him she has nowhere else to go (all her family is dead expect her dad who is like the most dangerous relic hunter)

I hope this is what you had in mind my lovely! <3

Also I had genuinely no idea what to call this work and it's the first time this has happened (send help)

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: semi-graphic descriptions of violence, fighting, descriptions of a wound (and said wound being treated).

Tag list: @anathemaloren, @augustisintheair, @avdiobliss, @dangelnleif, @el-de-phi, @ell0ra-br3kk3r, @karensirkobabes, @mitskiswift99, @mrsklockwood, @mrsyixingunicorn10, @ran23sblog, @superpositvecloudshipper, @t2sh0, @taygrls, @tournesol77, @wandamaximoffbae, @whenselenefallsinlove, @wordsarelife

Anthony Lockwood of Lockwood & Co was an expert with the rapier, but anybody watching him now would never know.

He was flailing about, arms going everywhere as he attempted to block the attacks of his opponent, and he looked like an idiot.

Lucy was unable to help, being locked in her own fight against the undead, and George was at home, blissfully unaware of the entire situation. He was probably hunched over his research, warm mug of tea nearby and a biscuit stuffed into his mouth, and oh what Lucy wouldn't give to be sat next to him right now. Lockwood had been stupid (but then again, when was he not?), and while George had had sufficient time for his research, they hadn't predicted the arrival of relic men. Admittedly there was only the one, which Lockwood was fighting now, but it had thrown a spanner in the works. When they'd turned up at the scene to see somebody digging around in the dirt, Lucy had suggested they turn back and go back home to Portland Row, but Lockwood being Lockwood had charged forward and confronted the figure. He'd then been knocked on his ass, of course, and now the relic man was slashing two long daggers at him, hence the flailing rapier.

Lucy had then had to deal with the Visitor on her own; it was a fairly nice Type Two, as far as Type Twos went, but the extra backup would have been even nicer. It wasn't letting her get anywhere near the Source, so she was mostly trying to make it disappear for a few seconds so that she could run a little closer. She would run out of bombs and flares in a minute though, so hopefully Lockwood got a move on.

~~~

Lockwood was impressed. He'd never met a relic man that could fight as well as this one (not that he'd met that many, and really it was only Winkman and his lot that Lockwood had faced), and he was actually struggling to hold his own.

"Where'd you learn to fight?" he shouted, smile wide. "You're excellent!"

"And you're insane. This is my relic, so bugger-" he surged forward, daggers clashing with Lockwood's rapier in front of his face, "off!"

Lockwood stumbled back as the relic man pushed hard against his rapier, and he fought for a moment to stay upright. Distantly he recognised Lucy's shouts, and knew that he should go and help her, but the Source was so close, and if he could just get rid of the relic man, then he would be helping Lucy.

"Look," he said, slightly out of breath from the fight. "I need that Source to help my friend. If-"

"Don't care." He turned and ran to the Source, digging again. Lockwood stood with his mouth open, staring stupidly after him before rushing to stop the relic man running off with the artefact. He pushed him over, and then they were grappling on the floor, turning over each other as they landed punches and scrabbled in the dirt. His mask was coming loose, and just as Lockwood got on top ready to hold the relic man down while he chucked a net over the Source to bag it up and leave, the cloth slipped down, revealing his face.

Well, her face.

"You... You're a girl?"

"Problem with that? God, this is why I don't hang out with the others, sexist bastards," she grumbled to herself, and suddenly Lockwood wondered how the hell he'd thought her voice was male. She shoved him off, making him go flying and sprawling on the ground, and she stood up, hunching over to catch her breath.

"No, I didn't mean... I just was surprised, is all." He pushed himself off of the floor, stumbling slightly at the sharp stab of pain in his ribs. He winced, pressing a hand to his side to feel for any broken bones.

"Whatever. This is too much work for me. I was never here, alright?" She pointed a finger at him while pulling the mask back up over her face, and when he nodded his agreement she turned and fled. She really was an excellent fighter, and Lockwood couldn't help but feel a little sad to see her go. He bent to pick up the now-covered Source, hearing Lucy stomping over.

"What the hell were you doing?! Having a nice little chat?! I almost died, Lockwood! God, are you even listening to me?!"

"Yes, Lucy, I'm listening. I was right by the Source, trying to get it sorted for you. If I left to go fight the Visitor with you then we wouldn't have a Source, because she would have run off with it."

"She?"

"Turns out the relic man is a relic woman. I'd love to know where she learned to fight," he said, staring off in the direction that she had left.

Lucy scoffed. "Well don't start crushing on her just 'cause she can fight better than you, Lockwood. That will never go well."

"I'm not crushing on her, Luce."

"Sure. You also definitely don't have a dreamy look in your eyes right now."

"Shut up," he mumbled, face going pink. She was right, he had been staring dreamily into the distance, but only because it had been a while since he'd fought somebody so skilled.

Yeah, that was it.

~~~

A few days later the three members of Lockwood & Co were sat in the kitchen, cups of tea in hand as they finished up the last of the washing up from dinner. George, as always, had excelled himself, and Lockwood and Lucy were left holding their stomachs from how much they had eaten.

"You two always complain about eating too much, but if I don't cook enough then you complain that I'm neglecting you. Honestly, I feel like your mother," George said, turning around from where he stood at the sink. Lockwood and Lucy shared a look at his words, noting the blue rubber gloves and the apron, and tried not to laugh. George shook his head, taking off his gloves to leave them to drip dry as he sat at the table. They chatted for a while, partly about random things and partly about their next case, and eventually they all headed up to bed.

Well, nearly all.

Lockwood stayed in the library, catching up on some paperwork that he hadn't had time for earlier in the week, and it was nice and calm and quiet in there, perfect for stopping him from being distracted.

Apparently he had that thought too soon, as he'd barely settled in with a fresh cup of tea when the doorbell sounded, loud and obnoxious, making him nearly spill the hot liquid on his lap.

He hurried to the door, drawing his rapier from the stand just in case, and when he opened it a crack and saw the relic girl from the other night, smiling grimly up at him while she pressed her hands into her side (that looked shiny in the low light, which was worrying), he nearly fainted from shock.

"What... how do you know where I live?"

"I know a lot of things. Can I come in?"

"Uh, sure." He held the door open for her, and she stumbled inside, unsteady on her feet. Lockwood shut the door again, but not before a cursory look around to see if she'd been followed. Placing the rapier back in the stand he led her to the bathroom, telling her to sit on the toilet seat and hoping that George wouldn't walk in with no clothes on. He fetched the first aid kit out of the cupboard, turning around and immediately freezing when he saw that she had already stripped the first few layers of her clothing off. "What are you doing?"

She looked up at him, frown on her face. "I need to treat the wound. It's not gonna happen if I'm still dressed, is it?" She spoke to him like he was an idiot (which probably wasn't too far off the truth at this moment in time), and that shook him out of his stupor.

"Right, no, that's... that's fair." He swallowed thickly. Despite the sheer amount of charm he exuded on a daily basis, he'd never once had a proper relationship, let alone seen a girl... like this, and he would be lying to himself if he said he wasn't nervous. He'd dressed Lucy's wounds for her sometimes, sure, but he'd also seen her as more of a sister the entire time he'd known her, many of her qualities reminding him of Jessica. This was entirely different.

"You just gonna stand there like a lemon, or are you gonna help?"

He helped her peel off the remaining layer, wincing when she sucked the air through her teeth as it got stuck to the wound, and gently cut the fabric off so that she didn't have to lift her arms to get the shirt off.

"Why did you come here?"

"Figured you'd be one of those people that can't say no to helping someone. Besides, I've got nowhere else to go. Family's all dead, 'cept for my dad, but he wouldn't give a shit."

"Why not?"

"Because he's an arsehole. More interested in profit than his own bloody daughter."

"Is that why you're a relic hunter?"

"Yep. Family business. Dad had me put in training soon as I could walk. Got good quickly. Eventually nobody was good enough to fight me, so fighting you was quite nice, actually. You're not awful."

"Thanks," he said, mind going a million miles an hour to figure out who her father might be as he cleaned out the wound. He was perched on the edge of the bathtub, and the angle was awkward.

"Ow, fuck, don't poke it, you idiot!"

"Sorry, sorry!" They sat in silence for a little longer, her heavy breaths the only sound. "I don't... I don't know your name."

"Y/n. L/n." Lockwood paused, glancing up at her. L/n? Weren't they even worse than the Winkmans?

"Who hurt you then? Because if you're the same L/n's that kill competitors by gouging out their eyeballs and making them eat them then who the fuck got close enough to stab you?"

She smiled, a bright beaming one that had Lockwood's heart skipping a beat. "You know about that?" He nodded. "Awesome! I'll be sure to tell Dad that we've worked our reputation into the world of stuck up pricks!"

He laughed, annoyed that this relic girl was making him like her, and went back to her wound. "You still haven't answered my question."

She was quiet for a while, whether from the pain or because she was thinking about what to say he wasn't sure.

"Julius Winkman. Didn't see it coming because he's one of my Dad's closest associates, so I got close. Stupid, really. Should never get close enough to anyone for them to be able to hurt you unless you know that you can do it faster. He was pissed off about something, I don't remember what now, but I only saw the knife when he'd stuck it in my side." Lockwood was quiet now, his focus mostly on finishing up his work on her wound, but apparently Y/n didn't like that. "I thought you had a reputation for incessant chatter?"

"What? That's ridiculous. I would never chatter incessantly." She snorted, the action jolting her side and making Lockwood huff in irritation. "Could you stay still? I don't want to mess this up." His fingers were gentle as he pressed the bandage over her wound, and Y/n couldn't stop the blush that spread over her cheeks. Looking at him now, her heart fluttered at seeing this random boy that barely knew her being so determined to look after her; she'd never had anybody care for her like this, given she'd grown up surrounded by cut-throat criminals, and the experience wasn't one she hated.

"Sorry," she muttered, moving her gaze to look around the room instead of the young agent who had his tongue poking out the corner of his mouth as he concentrated. It was messy in the bathroom, evidence of multiple people living in the house, and Y/n felt a pang in her chest when she realised how similar her own house had been when her mother and siblings were still alive.

"There, all done." He leaned back on the bathtub edge, satisfied smile on his face as he admired his handiwork. "Should be good as new soon."

"Thanks, doc," she joked, revelling in his responding chuckle. She stood up, wincing slightly when the wound sent a sharp pain through her body in protest, and picked up her clothes to put back on. She didn't make it that far, however, Lockwood putting his hand in the way and looking conflicted. "What?"

"I just... There's not much point in putting them on now, right? I mean, I just cleaned and dressed your wound and you want to put dirty clothes back on top?"

"Oi, these dirty clothes are my everyday clothes, thank you very much."

"I didn't mean it like that, I just meant that surely putting dirty clothes over a clean wound sort of defeats the purpose of cleaning the wound?"

"Oh. I s'pose. But I don't have anything else, and I am not walking the streets of London in the dark in my bra." His face went pink as he remembered the lack of clothes on her body, and Y/n couldn't help but think he looked adorable like that.

"I've got a spare t-shirt and hoodie, if you like? Just until you can get your own clean clothes on, of course; I'm expecting mine back."

"Sure," she shrugged, and Lockwood felt his face heat up even more at the idea of her wearing his clothes. He led her quietly to his room, trying to not think about how it would look if George or Lucy woke up and saw them, and pulled out some spare clothes.

"Here. I'll take those and put them in a bag or something so you don't have to worry about dropping anything. I'll be downstairs." She handed him the dirty clothes and took his clean ones with a small smile, and Lockwood all but sprinted out of his room and down the staircase when he felt the butterflies in his stomach at the sight.

A few minutes later, Y/n padded downstairs, eerily silent despite the thick boots she was wearing. She startled Lockwood when she entered the kitchen, and then again when she wrapped him in a hug. He stood looking stupid for a moment, arms slightly out in surprise and unsure where to go, but he quickly collected himself and hugged back, careful not to touch her side.

"You alright?" he whispered, not wanting to speak too loudly in the peaceful kitchen.

"Mmhmm," she replied, although it was muffled since her head was smushed into his chest. She pulled back slightly, keeping her arms around him. "Thank you," she said, and Lockwood was taken aback at the amount of sincerity in her expression.

"Anytime. Seriously, you ever need a fully qualified doctor again, I'm happy to provide my services."

"Fully qualified doctor? Surprised you haven't put it on the sign outside the door."

"Well, I can't have everybody knowing, can I? I'm a bespoke service, catering to only the most important of customers," he smiled down at her softly. She giggled, little snorts escaping, and Lockwood found it overwhelmingly adorable.

"I should go, Lockwood," she said when she'd calmed down. He nodded.

"Of course. And-" he broke off, contemplating his words. "And just Anthony is fine." What was he doing, telling this random relic girl to call him by his first name? He'd known her for a total of roughly an hour, and he was already saying things like this?

"Anthony," Y/n said, trying the name out. He couldn't deny how incredible it sounded when she said the word, and Y/n couldn't deny how much she liked saying it.

He walked her to the door, helping her shrug her thick coat on, and bid her goodnight. She returned the sentiment, but not before pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek.

"See you later, Anthony." And she was down the stairs and out the front gate, disappearing down the street. Lockwood could only stand and stare after her in shock, fingers gently brushing the place her lips had been a few moments ago.

Lucy was going to have a field day when she found out.

[lucyvaleheart]

Hey there! I'm Lucy, your local sword lesbian. I'm trans, poly, and extremely flirty. Married to @jadedkitteh, dating @ginny-erinschild!

I love to ramble about things, and I love to hear people ramble about things, so if you want to hear me talk or talk yourself, pop into my dms~!

I post a lot of varying things, mostly reblogs; 99% untagged except for the rare #swordposting. Ton of horny stuff, so if you're not 18 or older, probably stop here.

I very frequently keep an eye on my notes and follow people who reblog from me; if you're leaving lots of tags or reblogging lots of stuff.... I'll notice. 💖 Might even say hi....~

My interests

I'm big into games, queer shit, I also stream sometimes (twitch.tv/LucyValeheart), books, action and fighting and fantasy in all forms... Swords in particular, which hopefully is obvious given my title. Check my #swordposting tag for more about the ones I own!

I also own lots of rocks, so #rockposting may have one or two posts in it soon.... Who knows :3

Horny shit

Im into a lot. Like, a lot. And finally I've managed to fill out a kink chart I found online. It doesn't cover everything, but it hopefully paints a decent picture 💖

I'm about 90% submissive, but it's covered by my brattiness, and there's always that sneaky 10% domme in me....~

.....though admittedly, lately I've swung from 90 to 60, then back to 95, and it's really dependent on the day.... One of these days I'll figure it out!

I won't likely be posting any photos publically (shyness, self-dislike, security, etc) but I'm very happy to show people I'm talking to privately. If you want to skip tumblr messenger, my discord is lucyvaleheart; leaving that nice and settled deep under the cut so you have to work for it ;)

Just make sure your first message or so includes who you are on tumblr, or I may not keep you added for long <3 and do bear in mind that I am a lesbian, so I likely won't do any flirting with men :p

But don't be too intimidated~! Save that for a little further in this intro when you find out how tall and strong I am ❤️ I'm very open to chatting, and pretty good at keeping a conversation going c: try sending a simple "Hey" and I'll get things going from there!

About me

I'm trans as my header says, she/her, it/it's, 6'0" and about 350 pounds of muscle. I am obscenely strong. Yes, I can probably lift you. Yes, even you. Yes, I'm sure. I'm certainly going to try. 💖

A testimonial:

Here's a gif of my favorite katana and a video of my sparkliest rock for getting through all that text.

[rayslittlekitten]

Let It Out

“Dad Will” Masterlist

A/N: So, I kinda want to wrap this arc up and it was tricky in how to navigate this into a direction I wanted to go but I think it mostly turned out the way I wanted.

Rating: E (18+ ONLY)

Word Count: ~2,032

Pairing: Dad!Will x Wife F!Reader

Plot: You and Will have a bit of a breakthrough.

Contains: hurt/comfort, angst, make up/angry quickie sex, face slapping, lots of yelling and shoving, Will taking a lot of shit from his wife

When you get home after a long day at work, happy that it’s Friday so you have the next few days off, you kick off your shoes and start unwinding. You notice that the house seems a bit quiet. Too quiet. 

“Hello? Lucy? Will?”

You make your way through the house and find your husband in the kitchen.

“Hey!” Will greets. “Why don’t you settle down? Dinner’s gonna take a little while longer. You want something to drink?”

“Hey. Where’s Lucy?” you ask him as you look around.

“I dropped her off at Benny's. She’s gonna stay over there for the weekend,” he replies.

“Uh… when did we decide that?” you cross your arms while turning your attention to him.

“We didn’t. I made that call.”

“You should have run it by me first. We always make a decision together when it comes to her,” you huff.

“It’s just Benny,” he shrugs. “She’s gonna spend all weekend with Gary and we get to have time and space to ourselves.”

“That’s not the point!”

“Okay, do you want me to go pick Lucy up and bring her home?” he asks calmly.

“For what? She’s already there, probably having the time of her life getting into trouble with Gary. Why would you take that away from her?”

“Okay, do you want a glass of wine while waiting for dinner to be done?“ he offers again, ignoring the snarky question.

“I got it,” you answer while heading over to pour yourself a glass.

The table is already set with a brand new bottle of red in the middle. You pop it open and pour yourself a healthy serving.

“Do you want a cup?” you ask him before taking a big gulp of your own.

“I’ll have some after I’m done, but thank you. How was work?” he asks as he pops something into the oven, changing subjects.

“Very long day,” you simply answer, swirling your cup as you lean back against the table.

“I’m sorry you had a long day. I can give you a foot massage later if you want,” he offers. ”Hope a little wining and dining will help you unwind. We haven’t had a date night in a while.”

“Well, who’s fault is that?” you jab.

Will lets out a heavy sigh.

For the last few months, you’ve admittedly been lashing out at him and he’s been taking all of it without any resistance or push back. There've been some good days but a lot of bad. Each day surprises both you and Will. Turns out things only appeared to be better when you both were apart because you were able to compartmentalize it. Out of sight, out of mind. But you’re both now finding out that there’s a lot more work than you thought that’s needed. 

You hate the person you’ve become towards Will but you don’t know how to let it all go. Despite the fact Will has been putting in effort and showing he’s not just completely committed, but also prioritizing you and Lucy, the betrayal and resentment has festered inside you. He’s kept a simple routine and accounted for every second of his day. If he’s not at home, he’s at work. If he’s not at either, he’s running errands including picking up and dropping Lucy off at school or practice. He’s even put a hold on hanging out with the guys, especially considering they kept the secret close to their chests as well. Around Lucy, you’re civil with Will, but when you’re alone, it can go either way.

“I’m trying to do something nice for you - for us. Can we please try to have a nice time this weekend?” he pleads.

“I can try, but I can’t make any promises,” you shrug.

“Can we please not do this?”

“You think I’m enjoying this? You think I want to feel like this? This, this… ugly feeling inside me? This bitterness and hate?”

“No, and I don’t either,” he shakes his head.

“That you’re not enjoying this or you don’t think I am?” you ask with a curious head tilt.

“Okay, we need to really sit down and figure this out,” he declares. “What do you need from me to make this okay again? For you to fully trust me again?” he asks, stepping closer to you. 

"I don’t know,” you shrug again. “You got us into this mess, you figure it out. I'm still figuring out if I'm more angry at you for lying to me or for you selfishly doing what you did. Was it for the thrill? Was it all your hopes and dreams?"

"No, ma'am." Will shakes his head and drops his eyes down to his feet. He's not sure if those were rhetorical questions or not, but answered anyway. His subordination instincts kicked in.

“Are… are Lucy and I not good enough for you that —“

Will frantically shakes his head. 

“-that you needed to do something that would risk what you already have? With me? With Lucy? Was it worth it?”

“You and Lucy are enough. More than enough. I promise you. I know I made a huge, huge mistake and you don’t even know how much I regret it. You and Lucy are the two most important things to me. I know I royally fucked up. I said I will do whatever it takes even if it means I have to spend the rest of my life making it up to you and Lucy, but I also need to know how I can make this right.”

He knows he deserves everything that you’ve been throwing at him, but it’s wearing him down a bit. He’s been walking on eggshells around you and every time it feels like he’s taking one step forward, you push him two steps back. The guilt still weighs heavy inside him and knows these things take time, but he’s tried nearly everything under the sun to try to fix this and he’s running out of ideas. If there isn’t any progression this weekend, marriage counseling might be the next step.

“Do you regret doing it or regret getting caught?”

“Of course I regret doing it,” he answers. “Even if you never found out.”

When you were still naive about what was going on, Will was more affectionate and needy. At the time, you admittedly enjoyed the extra attention and Lucy clearly did as well, always wanting to be around her father, but once you understood where it came from, it made you question everything he ever did.

“Sometimes I really wish I never found out.” 

For a second, you go back to the moment you accidentally saw the text messages on his phone and your heart breaks all over again. 

“As they say, ignorance is bliss,” you throw him a forced smile and take another sip of your wine. “But instead, here we are, just… I don’t even know what we’re doing anymore. Every time I see your face, I-”

You pause to put your glass of wine down on the table and to take a deep breath, taking a moment to keep your threatening tears at bay.

“I don’t know whether I want to hug you or punch you. I’m happy for Lucy that you’re here, but I’m also scared that at any time, we could lose you just like that,” you snap your fingers. “Because of something so stupid that you did! That’s why I’m so fucking pissed at you! So much so that sometimes I just wanna…ARGH!” A loud guttural noise escapes you as your hands crush the invisible objects you’re holding.

“You wanna take it all out on me? Go right ahead.”

“What?” you ask, confused.

“Get it all out now. Hell, if it makes you feel better, hit me, slap me. I don’t care,” he spreads his arms, offering himself.

“You think that’s going to fix all this?” you scoff.

“I’m just about ready to try anything right now, even if it gets us just a tiny bit closer to repairing this.”

“Is that your fucking solution?”

You push yourself off the edge of the table and shove Will, knocking him off balance a step back and he goes back to the same position he was before, unaffected by your move. 

“If I told you to jump off a bridge, would you do it?”

You shove him harder and his reaction is the same.

“If it meant you having absolutely no autonomy, would it be worth it? Huh? Is that the life you want?”

Each time you shove him, he returns to his previous position, stepping back up in front of you, ready for the next move. It frustrates you more that he’s just taking all of it and not giving you anything to work off of, like this is going to absolve him of his actions.

“Are you feeling any better?” he asks.

You slap him across the face and he doesn’t even flinch. You hit him again, this time hard enough to make his head swivel. His jaw ticks and he turns back to face you, taking a step closer. After a few moments, you suddenly grab him by the collar of his t-shirt and pull him in to crush your lips over his. He freezes for a second but finally responds by kissing back, slipping his tongue between your teeth and you welcome it.

“You really want this now?” he asks between kisses.

“Shut up and fuck me,” you breathe out as you fumble with his belt.

“Yes, ma’am.”

He grabs the back of your thighs and hoists you up onto the dining table. His lips return to yours and you continue to devour each other as he helps you with his jeans. As you reach into his boxer to stroke him, he slips his hands underneath your dress and hooks his fingers inside the front of your panties and shoves them aside. A finger slips inside you and you moan into his mouth. You drag the bands of his boxers and jeans down until his hard cock springs free.

Will breaks the kiss and hikes your skirt to your waist. You spread your legs for him and scoot closer to the edge of the table. While holding your underwear to the side, he aligns himself with you and pushes in. You let out a sigh of relief as he fills you up. His mouth slots over yours as he moves in and out of you, grunting and groaning feeling you so wet and snug around him. 

You can’t remember the last time the two of you had sex and this feels almost new to you. It surprisingly doesn’t actually take long for your orgasm to start building up. You wrap your legs around his waist and grab onto his upper arms for a better grip as you thrust with him, rocking the table as you both fuck each other. His lips now occupy your jaw and neck as his hips punch up into you and your thighs tighten their grip, wanting him to go deeper, drawing a mewl out of you.

His triceps flex under your palms and strain against his t-shirt sleeves as he pushes down on the table to get more leverage. The table shakes so hard, your wine glass gets knocked off and shatters, staining the tiles purple. He drives into you harder and faster until you both fall apart. Your limbs wrap themselves tighter, pulling his body right up against yours and his arms mirror yours, holding you close. With your face resting in the crook of his neck, you remain in the same position, holding each other. 

Feeling your body shaking, he finally pulls his head back a bit and you follow suit. While still remaining inside you, he rests his forehead against yours. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispers while holding your face as tears spill down your cheeks. “I’m so sorry.”

You try to shove him away but he firmly envelopes you in his arms.

“Shh, I know, I know,” Will says as he holds you close to his body, soothing your back as you cry into his chest. “I promise I’m not going anywhere.”

[pray4byron]

Hello! I just saw you were doing matchups, and I love those! I’m always eager to see what people think, so, I’m here :3 with a request please!

I’m a female with she/ her pronouns, and I’m straight (I know) so if you don’t mind I’d prefer if my matchup were with a male! ^^

I’m about 5’7” in height, to be specific I’m 5’6” and a half. I’m not necessarily an introvert, but I am shy. I don’t tend to talk to people unless they talk to me first. But once they do, the flood gates will open. It could be the stupidest topic, and I’ll talk your ear off like I’m gonna die tomorrow and this is my last chance to speak to someone.

I love to draw, though admittedly I don’t do it nearly as much as I used to. And I love cats and dogs! I actually work at a dog daycare! I can be a bit sarcastic, and even a smartass. And I’ve been called a know-it-all many times before. And once I get comfortable- I’m known to cuss a little too much.

Admittedly, I wear a lot of pink but also a lot of black. It just kind of depends what I’m feeling that day, though my favorite color overall is definitely pink. My sense of style also varies a little, but I mostly gravitate towards tight tops and flare jeans with my docs.

My love languages are mostly physical touch and acts of service. I’m very talkative, but I can also just sit and appreciate the silence with someone too if I don’t know what to say. I also love listening to stories and just talking and hanging out! I’m not very touchy, but every now and then I get short bursts of energy where I’m VERY touchy and random. Like- just a sudden hug or playful shove.

I love watching scary videos and true crime documentaries, and listening to music. But I do hate to cook. I’m awful at it, I get distracted and make mistakes. But speaking of food and such- I hate coffee. But I do love sweet drinks! You will catch me drinking a loaded tea at like 7am. Speaking of which, on weekends I’ll be in bed all day. But on weekdays I’m up at like- 5am.

And I think that’s all… thank you for reading! ^^ have a blessed night/ day! Love the work, keep it up! <3

for you, i decided to pair you with…

Lucifer !!

You and Luci could go on ALL DAY about your fave topics haha, you both just sit there and talk about anything and everything into the night for hours

He also loves that your love languages are physical touch and acts of service, he’s a touchy, cuddly teddy bear AND bro is actually so depressed, so the fact that you help him through that in multiple ways just makes his heart melt

Lucifer loves your witty moments and your sarcasm, I can imagine you both joking around and being little shits to eachother

[girlintotv]

20 questions for fic writers

Thank you to for tagging me, @mamadoc. This means a lot to me.

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

101! It feels like such a dream to be over 100 fics.

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

1,434,829 total since mid 2022 and 387,124 just in 2024!

Word count means a lot to me.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Written and posted for: Chenford (The Rookie) 80 fics, Stris (SWAT) 15 fics, Buddie (911) 3 fics, Nace (Nancy Drew) 2 fics, Dramione (Harry Potter) 1 fic and it was a birthday gift. I don’t even go there, and Two&Three (Dark Matteter) 1 fic.

I’ve written for other fandoms (that’s a longer list), but I haven’t posted those old little pieces of drabble, and I never intend to.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Sorry, friends, I don’t check kudos. I appreciate them, but I don’t look at hits, or kudos, or subscriptions, or bookmarks as units of measure. Ever. I can’t control how many and who likes my work, and so I don’t want to think about my work based on those numbers. I look at my word count, and that’s what I’m proud of. That tells me I’ve found a certain amount of time to do what I love, so I’ll go with Top 5 Fics by Word Count:

Limelight Love Story (Chenford)

Let’s Get Together (Chenford)

A Full Moon Curse (Chenford)

For Fake and For Real (Chenford)

King of My Heart (Chenford)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Absolutely! Anyone who takes the time to leave a (positive) comment is someone I really appreciate. It means SO much to me, since that’s the only way I gauge engagement (as I mentioned before, I do not check kudos, etc.). It does take me a while to reply to comments, which I do apologize about. When I have a few minutes, I can either reply to comments or keep writing, and I tend to pick to keep writing, hence the delay in replying, but I will. I promise.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Written and posted so far: All Dogs Go To Heaven. I will truly NEVER live that story down. Sorry!!!

Second place is: You’re Losing Me (Pt. II).

I love angst. So much. Angst at the beginning of a story, angst in the middle, angst at the end…all of it! I do *tend* to write happily ever afters that are hard won, but nothing hurts like a super sad ending that will make you enjoy a good cry. I’m damaged. Leave me alone.

Also, I have my own angst scale to assess the pain of my stories (attached to this post for reference and in my profile on AO3). My love of pain is very serious. I already mentioned I’m damaged. Leave me alone.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of my multichapters have a sugary sweet happy ending including a fluffy epilogue, because after the rollercoaster of angst, I feel like the beloved ship I’m writing for deserves it (also anyone who reads my fics and rides the rollercoasters deserves some happiness…usually) I think I Pretend You’re Mine might be the happiest, or The Story Of Us, or Let’s Get Together? Someone else might be a better judge.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

ALL.THE.TIME! Since I started actively posting very regularly at the beginning of 2023 to now, I haven’t gone a month without receiving hate on a fic. It’s exhausting at times and, admittedly, has slowed my writing down a bit as of late.

Fun fact: I got some smut hate and quickly wrote and dedicated a smut fic to “my hater” called: A Great Way to Start the Day

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I write mostly E and some gentler M smut. Nothing too kinky (posted thus far). It’s all been for Chenford as of now, and I have fun with it.

Smuttiest fic I’ve written: Lucy Chen and the Deadly Pixies

Second place: Out With A Bang

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I’ve got half of an outline for a Caskett x Chenford crossover somewhere on my list. I hope I get to actually write it someday.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Who would steal MY insanity? No, I haven’t (to my knowledge).

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I’ve been approached a few times. I would be open to someone translating one of my fics into another language. Feel free to reach out!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

It’s been a privilege to co-write Even If Saving You Sends Me To Heaven with heartofrookie and Somebody Save Me and Our Secretly Perfect Holidays with thatfandomwriter.

Always open to a collab!

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

I could NEVER pick, but Chenford has my heart right now by a LANDSLIDE.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I really believe I will finish all of them. If I start posting, I will finish the story. I hope I have the inspiration and time to write everything I have an idea for.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Being passionate and outlining. I think the passion of a writer will ALWAYS come through in their work. It’s so clear when someone is having fun with their story, and I always ALWAYS do, or I won’t write the fic. Also, I really thoroughly outline my stories before I ever write a word. It’s really important to me to have everything planned out to execute a story that has all of the aspects, plot, arcs, and development I want to include. Also, angst just won’t hit the same unless it’s outlined and well thought out. Otherwise, it can feel unnecessary, but all my angst has a reason.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Pretty much everything especially fluff. I’ll never say I’m a great writer. I know that I’m not. I will say, I always enjoy myself and make myself happy with my work (or a friend on their birthday if I write them a birthday fic). That’s all that matters to me. I don’t need to be good or be a strong writer. I’m okay with being meh.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I’ve thrown in some Spanish for Chris in a Stris fic, but otherwise, haven’t done it yet. If someone else is comfortable speaking another language that a character speaks, I say go for it!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Technically, I wrote a story when I was REALLY young about Zack and Cody’s parents getting a divorce. I wrote it on my phone, and never posted it, and have long since deleted it (I am so embarrassed that I am sharing this right now). First fandom I posted for was MacRiley (MacGyver). My friend and I were obsessed with the show, it got canceled before the ship went canon, and so I wrote what I would have written for the final season. I posted it on WattPad. It’s not very good, but I did it and posted it per a friend’s request. Don’t judge me.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

There are a few.

Favorite MCD: Back to December (Chenford) This is the only story of mine that I’ve reread for pleasure.

Favorite vulnerable Tim: I Just Want You To Know Who I Am (Chenford)

Favorite I’ve written when I was in a dark place but still made something I think is beautiful: You Can’t Spell “Time” Without “Tim” (Chenford)

Favorite because someone told me they refused to take their own life until the story ended and sought help before I finished posting, so it’s the reason they’re still alive: King of My Heart (Chenford)

Favorite guilty pleasure story I’m glad I wrote: Let’s Get Together (Chenford)

Favorite because it was my first real multichapter Chenford fic: For Fake and For Real (Chenford)

Favorite breakup fic with a happy ending: You’re Missing From Me (Chenford)

Favorite Stris fic I *will* finish eventually: STRIS Season 6+ (Stris)

Appreciate being tagged and asked to talk about my fics. It’s been a pleasure to answer these questions.

Alright, time to go back to writing.

[diagonal-queen]

Fluffy Lucy x Reader Headcanons

cw: gn!reader who works at the agency and is around the same age as Lucy. and uh no warnings just tooth-rotting sweetness :)

imagine you go to the café uzumaki right when lucy has just began working there. remember how she was all nervous about atsushi and kyouka trying her coffee? she’d be 10 times more nervous with you, because she really really wants to impress you. if you drink it and told her you liked it she would be so happy and blush so hard with excitement, but she would never admit it, especially in front of other people (they know. atsushi and kyouka were the ones who helped you date her in the first place.)

she would ask atsushi what to get you for valentine’s day and though he has a heart of gold he has a brain of rotten sponge and doesn’t have a good answer, so she tries other members. she would ask poe to help her draft a love letter, and kyouka offers to help her make some treats for you (cookies or chocolate covered strawberries- cliche romantic stuff because she thinks you’ll like it as much as she does- even if you don’t please just humor her she tried so hard for you T-T). she takes you to anne’s room and has anne feed you while she talks about how much she loves you. 

(i like to think that even anne at one point got impatient with her for not confessing and so now she dotes on you super hard because she’s like ‘FINALLY MY MISTRESS HAS A PARTNER’) 

lucy spends her free time at work ranting to the manager and the other wait staff about how adorable and sweet you are. they thought it was really cute at first but now they’re tired because it happens so frequently. they tell dazai, dazai tells you, and the next day dazai’s got a black eye. dazai tells you that your girlfriend is a menace to society. you have to get lucy to apologise which is extremely difficult

she seems too nervous prideful to really engage in pda so she brings you to anne’s room to give you hugs and kisses. god forbid you fluster her in public/in front of other people, because she will get anne to teach you your lesson (you’re the one with the black eye this time. you and dazai are sad together). she doesn’t dislike it, she’s just shy and doesn’t need other people being like ‘aww you two are cute together’ all the time. she KNOWS you two are cute together. 

she brags to her friends from the guild that she has such an awesome caring partner. (she and john, mark and louisa are all actually buddies outside of the guild. you and i both know it). she likes to talk to poe about it mostly because one, he’s just easy to access since he’s always around, and two, what’s he gonna do? tell her to stop? no. he’s gonna listen and he’s gonna use it as writing inspiration. 

LUCY WOULD TELL HIM TO WRITE A LOVE STORY FOR YOU GUYS AND HE’S A NICE MAN SO HE DOES. and you spend the day in what i can only describe as that one flower field from howl’s moving castle. you know the one, where he says ‘sophie you’re beautiful!’ but you have to be the one going ‘lucy you’re beautiful!’ and then she pushes you away but also immediately pulls you into a hug because lucy is just like that sometimes. 

lucy smells and tastes super nice! like strawberries and roses. she’s a very fun and genuine person to be around, but she can be a little high strung sometimes. admittedly, she is a little temperamental. as long as you return her hugs and are there for her when she feels down though, you’re all good. she is fiercely protective of you and the agency and that makes itself rather clear if anyone dares to bother you. 

this post was a mess i’m literally obsessed with lucy can you tell? anyways if we’d like i can write a narrative version of some of these headcanons

[spnfanficpond]

New Member Spotlight - June/July 2023

The Pond is always growing and we want to make our new members feel welcome! Here’s a list of recent additions to our fishy family, along with a little info about them!

Turtles

@lacilou -

Other fandoms? - Walker

Looking for in the Pond? - More Sam Winchester stories

Something to signal boost? - I have a TikTok! lulu_dances_with_moose

Pairings you read? - Sam Winchester x Reader

Genres you read? - All

Favorite writer(s)? - @uncouth-the-fifth @thinkinghardhardlythinking @deanwinchesterswitch

@sandwitch-of-solidarity -

Other SM names? - Discord: bean119

OTP? - Destiel, Samwena

Other fandoms? - Hannibal, Good Omens, OFMD

Looking for in the Pond? - Good fic recs!

Pairings you read? - Destiel, Samwena

Genres you read? - All, especially long fics

Favorite writer(s)? - @sobsicles, but it changes every week

@perpetualabsurdity -

Looking for in the Pond? - More Jensen/Dean content 😊

Pairings you read? - Jensen/reader, Jensen/OFC, Dean/reader, Dean/OFC

Genres you read? - Smut, mostly, but really all

Favorite writer(s)? - @luci-in-trenchcoats, @smol-and-grumpy, @supernatural-jackles

@fuiabarcelos -

Other SM names? - Discord: Fuiabarcelos, TikTok: princess_of.hell

OTP? - Destiel

Other fandoms? - Yes! I really like Julie and the phantoms and Taylor Swift.

Looking for in the Pond? - After the show ended I felt that the brazilian fanfic writers (I'm from brazil) disappeared a little, that's when I met Tumblr and AO3. I usually write fanfics in portuguese, but I'm still learning english and I thought that Pond would be a great place to improve it and, more importantly, make writer friends.

Something to signal boost? - In my wattpad profile, there are many stories of the Supernatural (all in Portuguese), but I'll leave here the link to my favorite. I know there probably won't be anyone who understands Portuguese, but google chrome has an option to translate it, in case anyone is interested. Warrior. For fans of Taylor Swift, I made some Sam's wallpapers inspired by her albums.

Pairings you read? - Mostly reader inserts.

Genres you read? - I usually read smut, fuff, Angst. My favorites are Fluff and Angst. I also like Soulmates Au, stories where the reader is some magical being and, my favorite of all, stories inspired by songs.

Favorite writer(s)? - @thinkinghardhardlythinking @princessmisery666 @queen-of-deans-booty @impala-dreamer @holylulusworld and many more!

Guppies, Jellies, and Mutuals, oh, my!

@ladynightskye -

Other SM names? - Discord: LadyKnightSkye

OTP? - Multishipper with a preference for Dean/Lucifer & Lucifer/Castiel

Other fandoms? - Multiple, but Halo, Far Cry 5, and Fire Emblem currently

Looking for in the Pond? - Kinda just wanna hang out.

Something to signal boost? - Apple Pie and the Apocalypse

Pairings you read? - Most pairings including Lucifer or Dean

Genres you read? - Au, mostly, and smut.

What do you like to write? - Alternate universes are my jam. I admittedly like taking these characters and putting them into fantasy Situations. Also lately I’ve been very into genderbending Dean.

Masterlist!

Most underappreciated fic? - Fleur de feu

PurpleEdge (AO3 only) -

Other SM names? - Discord: PurpleEdge

Looking for in the Pond? - I would like to discuss writing stuff and SPN stuff with other fans/writers.

Pairings you read? - I'm not into romantic shipping, but I love the Winchesters family dynamics - Sam & Dean, and John & the boys.

Genres you read? - Mostly Discipline fics, whump, and angst, but I'll read whatever's good.

Favorite writer(s)? - ReaperTownUSA on AO3

What do you like to write? - Discipline fics, slavery tropes, angst, gen, family dynamics, family fluff. I've posted one smut fic, but I'm not sure if I'll do more.

Masterlist!

Most underappreciated fic? - No Rest

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? - Currently I think I've tried at least once all the tropes/genres that I like. There may be things out there that I'm not aware of, and I hope that being in this community will help me discover them.

@ani-coolgirl -

Other SM names? - Discord: aniciel, AO3: ani_coolgirl

OTP? - Wincest

Looking for in the Pond? - I would just like to expand my readership and makes some friends to share ideas with.

Something to signal boost? - I'm currently working on writing a wincest fic for every episode of the show. I recently started season 5:I'm currently working on writing a wincest fic for every episode of the show. I recently started season 5: Every First Time on AO3.

Pairings you read? - Wincest

Genres you read? - Smut and angst (but I prefer a happy ending), but I enjoy me a good fluffy fic.

Favorite writer(s)? - @zmediaoutlet

What do you like to write? - Angst, plotty drama I'll never finish, smut

Masterlist!

Most underappreciated fic? - Cuckoos in Glass Houses

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? - I'm too nervous to post chapter fics because I have problems with follow through. I have epics in my brain that have yet to see the light of day because I never get past chapter 2!

@foxyjwls007 -

Other SM names? - It's the same for FB and IG

Looking for in the Pond? - To be a better writer and get help putting my work out for people to read.

Pairings you read? - Dean, Sam, Cas reader inserts

Genres you read? - All

Favorite writer(s)? - @lucidlivi, @zepskies, @spnexploration, @littlefreya, @sillyrabbit81, and many more

What do you like to write? - Fluff, smut, some angst, ofc, au

Masterlist? - I have no masterlist. Have only posted one work so far.

Most underappreciated fic? - Veggie Tale

@dawn-petrichor-world -

Other SM names? - Discord: Dawn-petrichor-world

OTP? - Destiel

Other fandoms? - I'm multi fandom, Pedro Pascal characters, marvel, Tolkien and more

Pairings you read? - Dean, Crowley, Castiel, & Sam reader inserts

Genres you read? - All

Favorite writer(s)? - @holylulusworld

What do you like to write? - Mostly angst and smut

Masterlist!

Most underappreciated fic? - The Story of my Life (series)

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? - I have a lot I haven't written yet and I'd love to write. Because I'm feeling stupid an idiot and not good. I think and hope join a group could boost or help me to write. I still don't know how.

@gloriousmooseman -

Other SM names? - Discord: taylorbeans

OTP? - Wincest

Other fandoms? - Doctor Who/Torchwood, Marvel, HP, some rpf

Looking for in the Pond? - Just to meet like minded people and make new friends!

Pairings you read? - Wincest, Drarry (HP)

Genres you read? - I love a bit of domestic fluff.

Favorite writer(s)? - @astolat is a classic!

What do you like to write? - Wincest

Masterlist!

@rominaszh -

Other SM names? - Discord: rominaszd.dis

OTP? - Destiel alongside many many others

Other fandoms? - Yes, a lot.

Looking for in the Pond? - Just to enjoy the fandom.

Pairings you read? - Destiel mostly, but anything Jensen Ackles related as well

Genres you read? - All

Favorite writer(s)? - I'm in love with everything I read, everyone is so talented!

What do you like to write? - I write mostly angst but fluff and humor is my favorite.

Masterlist!

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? - I have never written any Destiel fics because I don't feel confident enough to write them accurately and in a way that they deserve, but someday I would love to.

@limeskye -

Other SM names? - Discord: limeskye Other: psmalcolmbright

OTP? - Destiel

Other fandoms? - Prodigal Son

Looking for in the Pond? - To share the SPN love!

Pairings you read? - Destiel mostly, but also other slash pairings on occasion.

Genres you read? - Depends on my mood.

Favorite writer(s)? - @felisblanco

Masterlist? - I've only ever ficced for Prodigal Son before as have always felt the spn fandom is flooded with so many great writers. But who knows what the future holds. I've gifted for other stuff, mostly Prodigal Son and whump stuff.

That's all for this month, folks! (If we're missing anyone, let us know and we'll add them to next month's list!) Make sure to say hi to the newbies and make them feel welcome! Thanks to all from @manawhaat, @mrswhozeewhatsis, @mariekoukie6661, @princessmisery666, @thoughtslikeaminefield, @katbratsupernaturalwhore and @heavenssexiestangel!

[jnixz]

Everybody's got one! “We just know how to keep it locked up down below."

aka me thinking bout that concept art again, this time working on the art with the actual idea that popped in my head instead of a reaction joke post -- which is of course mixing ideas and concepts together into a messy picture. 

In the case above it is mostly the mix of the demon in the photobash concept art with Ford with a couple bits of wood and glass as per my hc of pre-everything for Ford’s mindscape. Annnd with how much fire aligned he seems like to me I decided hey-- wood burns right? It’d be awful if the place was set on fire.

anyway so what I had going in my head were the concept of the "Maligula" of psychic seven start out looking like scraps of whatever psychic specialty they have + their mindscape components before forming into a more refined psychic mental construct

The Ideas for the others are mostly formed from what we see in canon. Anyway I think they’d have something simpler but at this point I was just mixing things and throwing them all in here and brainstorming what would be cool to draw together:

Lucy/Mal - water tornado with scraps of ripped clothing 

Bob - Vines wrapping around a broken frame of a greenhouse. Overgrown aesthetic + overwatered(alcohol) like a jungle/swamp

Helmut - squiggly line figments that outlines and floats in space water thing , occasionally bursting into an oversaturated doodle like the CV view he had when he was freshly put in Nick’s body

Cassie - ink+honey+mess of paper formed into GNG Witch costume + BEES (okay maybe not a bee costume but more like being made out of bees like the cassie archetype she had holding herself hostage before we helped her)

Compton - Puppet animal with toy parts that has TV static + explosion sfx bubbles that pops up on its face and limbs

Otto - those Funky style psitanium gadgets and inventions that are abadoned & burn and stiff frames like it is frozen

Ford - admittedly i would cram everything in the GNG and WRPSC into a mess of job offers it i could, constantly switching and popping in and out of existence like some mosaic. otherwise FIRE its fun you guys. oh and i guess if we go with the theme of the rest it’d be a mix of the Fords in his mindscapes, added with the hypothetical camp ones

[lucifitzgerald]

four months

Time passes and the longer Luci settles back into her hometown, the more she knows she made the right choice coming back here. It’s not easy--there’s a lot of long nights and stressful mornings when it comes to what she’s going to do for work. Aiden never pressures her, never makes her feel like she’s...somehow making living with him difficult or freeloading or whatever. They’re partners in every sense of the word. 

But Luci admittedly feels antsy that she’s not automatically diving into work, especially since the lawfirm was so wrong for her. She just wanted to make ends meet, to pay for her place, but it wasn’t anything she loved. She made art, sure, but even that started to suffer. Now she has this gallery in her sights and...she’s so afraid she’s going to fail. 

Her father helps her buy the place and it’s a long road of saving any money she makes working at the café or Dot’s flower shop to pay him back even though he’s never going to ask. If this gallery works, she’ll have a successful income and she’ll be doing something she’s passionate about. Since she’s dreamed about since high school. 

It’s a lot on her shoulders. 

She sits outside on the porch of her home, underneath a blanket on a swing as she sips coffee and sketches. It’s mostly just freehand of the nature around her, but it helps her relax as Bee does stretches of running in the front yard. 

[luci-in-the-stars]

Check Mate

TIMING: Around the time Luci moved in to Worm Row - Pre Goo time. LOCATION: A Cafe PARTIES: @luci-in-the-stars & @ariadnewhitlock SUMMARY: Luci and Ariadne meet up and play Chess. It’s cute!  CONTENT WARNING: Slight mention of the Van™, nothing specific.

Luci had been stoked when Ariadne had wanted to hang out, excited that she might have a new friend this soon. While she was usually fine with being alone, if not physically at least feeling mentally apart from people, she was trying to change that about herself. After all, after losing both her siblings suddenly she realized something that had startled her. 

Luci didn’t want to be alone. She had just assumed that she wouldn’t be alone, and to suddenly know that was possible had pushed her to try and connect with more people, something that she wasn’t great at. Still, Ariadne seemed really nice and forgiving if she did everything a little wrong. She just needed to put her best foot forward, so when she asked Luci if she played chess and wanted to play with her, she agreed immediately. It was at least an activity that wouldn’t need much outside conversation if Luci couldn’t come up with it - she hadn’t written down anything hoping to test her skills on that as well. 

Luci hummed slightly figuring out her next move as she glanced at Ariadne. “You’re really good at Chess. Okay I think I figured it out,” She said moving her knight randomly hoping it was a good move. 

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Luci seemed nice, and the two of them had both agreed that being kind and good was the best way to be, and so Ariadne found herself excited at the prospect of the two of them hanging out. She’d even asked, which wasn’t entirely in character for her, but wasn’t entirely out of character, either. Besides, this was Milo’s sister, and she’d said that she’d keep an eye on her, even before she’d realized that they’d already been talking and were already getting along quite well.

“My mom taught me.” Ariadne offered a shrug. “Some stuff is hard for me, but chess has, for whatever reason, always made sense, and it’s fun. So I’m glad you wanted to play with me.” She moved her bishop, taking one of Luci’s pawns. “You’re really good, too.” Though chess was perhaps the one time where she actually let herself get competitive. Even with dance, she didn’t always do that – which was why she’d never wanted to do competition dance – but chess was fun, and winning did, admittedly, feel nice.

She wouldn’t throw her game with Luci, but she also wouldn’t play with the same level of competition that she did when she played with Chance. “How are you liking UMWR so far?”

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Luci nodded happy  that Ariadne shared. “ Oh that’s nice! Do you two play together a lot then? My Tia and I play sometimes,” Luci offered thinking of her Aunt and part of her missing her. She should call her soon. “I’m glad that you offered. I don’t get to play very often.” She had been - while the chaotic nature of her new home hadn’t settled down having bits and pieces of something normalish did wonders for the new college student.  Also it wasn’t mario chart which while she loved playing did cause a lot of bickering. At least when she had played with Milo. 

She was partially concentrating on the board - the game easier than some she had played, but not something she admittedly had tried to excel at. While Luci was curious about a lot of things, she couldn’t find that she was a master of very many of them when she didn’t need to be. Outside of science she couldn’t say she was especially outstanding in anything. She had been the president of debate - but it was mostly that no one else wanted the position. She had also been pretty good at track and field, but she hadn’t won many meets. It had all been just enough to make her competitive, and nothing that she had been especially interested in being great in. Instead she was just happy that she could play with Ariadne. 

“Oh - pretty good! My roommate and I didn’t get along very well so I just moved out of the dorms. I don’t think she liked me very much, but I really like where I’m living now.” Luci looked up at the other and said, “How has school been for you?” 

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“We used to play all the time, and we don’t do it all the time anymore, but we still do, sometimes. But it’s nice to have someone else to play with.” Ariadne chewed absent-mindedly on her pinky nail. “I’m glad you wanted to play, even though we – even though it was just sort of a random offer. I mean –” she shook her head, “not random, but weird? Maybe? I didn’t know how I came off with the offer and stuff, is all.” 

She moved her bishop, looking back up at Luci. Even if some things hadn’t made sense, chess had – chess did, still, and Ariadne couldn’t ever thank her mother enough for teaching it to her all the way back when.

“I’m glad you found somewhere good to live. Can I ask – do you still have roommates? I think good roommates can be wonderful, and so I’m really glad you have a good place, but I can’t imagine somebody not liking you.” Ariadne dropped her pinky out of her mouth, “and I mean that. You’re really great, even though we’ve only just really sort of met. School’s been fine – good, even, I’ve got some professors I really adore this semester. How about you?”

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“I understand - I like playing video games with my brother, but he cheats so it’s nice to play other people,” Luci wasn’t quite sure how much Ariadne knew about Milo, and she was being very uncharitable in that reading. He probably wasn’t cheating, but she thought it was funnier to say and she chuckled to show she wasn’t serious. “ Oh I didn’t think it was weird at all. I love people asking me to do activities. I mean - I guess I just don’t think it’s weird at all. ” She wasn’t sure how she sounded, if it was comforting or not, but she did mean it earnestly. While now at school she seemed to be asked to go do things a bit more, Luci hadn’t really had many friends growing up. It hadn’t really bothered her - she’d always gotten along okay with her siblings friends and with school activities people seemed to tolerate her - but to be asked to hang out was something still relatively new. So Luci smiled, and said, “I also think it’s a fun game.” 

At the move Luci’s eyes moved back to the board quickly trying to figure out a strategy. Her hand paused on a pawn, wondering if she should protect her rook or not. 

At the question she nodded and said, “Three actually. They all seem very nice. You may know some of them actually. I mean I don’t think Wynne goes to school here, but they are around our age I believe. They’re really nice.” Luci picked the roommate that probably would be around here at least, Sawyer and Arden seemed to be a little bit older - although Luci wasn’t quite sure on that one either. 

At the question of not liking her Luci shrugged and said, “Thanks, I appreciate that a lot. I mean it seems like people like me here for the most part, my roommate just wasn’t fond of me.” She nodded lightly at the idea of school and professors and said, “Yeah it’s been pretty fun so far for me. I really like the libraries on campus, and a lot of my professors seem really nice. I thought I might get a little lost with the work, but so far so good. I’m pretty excited to register for next semester too.” __ 

“Well I don’t ever like to cheat, but that feels like maybe it’s a sort of sibling vibe kind of thing to do?” Ariadne wasn’t entirely sure what she was saying, or what point she was trying to make, but thankfully Luci didn’t seem like the sort to judge, or really, to be rude in any sort of way. Which was a wonderful sort of thing. “Well, I’m very glad to hear that — I just don’t always do this kind of thing, but I’m also trying to do it more, so…” her voice trailed off, briefly. “It is a fun game, and I like that it’s so portable, too.”

“Oh! I knew Wynne was looking for a new roommate. They’re the best. I mean, I am heavily biased since I’m their girlfriend, but they really are wonderful. And so are you! So that’s wonderful.” Ariadne held her tongue for a minute, if nothing more than to think of a word to use that wasn’t just wonderful, because soon enough it would start sounding like it wasn’t even a real word. “Yes, they’re just a year older than I am. Very much our age.”

She gave Luci a smile, and Ariadne nodded, again. “Well, good. Boo to your roommate. Not to be rude, because I don’t want to be rude, but boo to them if they don’t like you.” She tapped her fingers on her thigh, before moving another piece on the board. “That’s good. What sort of classes might you want to take, outside of your major?”

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Luci hummed in agreement saying, “Yes. I mean he claims he doesn’t cheat, but I feel like he learned some code or something to always get the shells in mario kart.” Luci looked up for a second and gave a smile, “ I mean if you ever want to play I’d love too. I’m always looking for fun stuff to do.” She finally decided the rook was worth protecting, moving the pawn to protect it. “It is nicely portable too. Not a lot of little pieces.” 

Luci grinned happily that the others knew each other, “Oh! I hadn’t known that but that’s really nice. You two do seem like your personalities would mesh well together too.” She guessed she didn’t know that for sure - she didn’t know the other two very well after all - but they were both kind and a little quiet that it seemed like they would match together. “I thought so. I think Arden and Sawyer are a little older, but I didn’t ask. Seemed rude too.” That and she was just happy enough someone wasn’t worried about living with her. She really seemed to have spooked her old roommate, and while she didn’t like her very much, it did make her pause. 

“Yeah she was kind of mean, but I think it works out anyway. I needed a bigger room anyway. I brought Snow - she’s my bunny - and the dorm was probably too small for all three of us.” Luci said, carefully concealing her jackalope's true nature not because she didn’t trust Ariadne, but she didn’t want to scare her. Looking lightly at the board again she moved another piece, not sure if that was a good idea. “I wasn’t sure. I was thinking maybe something in psychology or sociology? I thought it might be fun to take a social science class.” 

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“I’ll be on your side for this, how’s that sound?” Even if Ariadne was fond of Milo, she had told him that she’d keep an eye out for his sister, and she found herself already incredibly fond of Luci, so siding with her was, in fact, the only actual logical thing to do. “I’m always down, whenever you want.” She nodded appreciatively at Luci. “It’s true, and I’ve got a set that’s magnetic so that you don’t lose the pieces.”

Ariadne smiled, “oh. Well, yes… we very much know each other. I’m their girlfriend. I like to think our personalities go pretty well together, so I’m glad that you do, too.” She moved her knight to block one of Luci’s pieces, though decided that at least for now, she wouldn’t be as competitive as she got with Chance. She did want a friend out of this, after all.

Wrinkling her nose, Ariadne nodded, “that’s a wonderful name for a bunny.” There would always apparently be a small part of her that felt envious about others being able to have animals, even to be around them, but there was far more joy. “How old is Snow? But yes – social science can be cool, I think, probably. I’m not the go-to for that though, but I know our professors there are supposed to be excellent.”

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“Great! That’s one more for my side and I appreciate it,” Luci said with a bit of a laugh and smile. It wasn’t after all, deadly serious and it was fun to poke at Milo at least a little. “I’ll have to take you up on that, and that’s awesome. I didn’t know they made magnetic sets.” It was something she wanted to write down, but being in the middle of a game she elected for it to happen later. 

“I’m glad,” Luci said. She didn’t know much about either yet, but she thought both Wynne and Ariadne would be nice together. Biting her lip at the block she hesitated a moment moving what she would have considered her third choice move down - a bishop now being in play. 

“Thank you I always thought so. She’s all white after all. She’d fit in with the snow.” Luci loved her familiar a lot, the jackalope one of the closest companions she’d ever had. “She’s about three now I believe. I think so. I guess if I don’t like the class it’s really only one semester. I could take something else to cover it. Oh that’s good to know, I did think so too.” 

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“Of course, wouldn’t dream of it being any other way!” Ariadne offered Luci another smile. Even though there was a part of her that worried, if only for a moment, that she was going to mess up and lose all of this. She thought that it was at least a bit ridiculous to still be so worried and done up about, but then again, she couldn’t help it, could she? And Luci would have a very good reason to not want to be her friend, given the whole fact that she was a monster and all of that.

Even if, after everything with the van, she’d done her best to not think like that, she’d had minimal success. 

Ariadne supposed that it was perhaps something to work on, and right now she could talk about and play chess and just focus on that, and how kind Luci seemed to be.

“It – thank you, that means a lot. They’re the first and only person I’ve fallen in love with, so like, I don’t really have tons of experience, but it’s literally the best. I’m glad that you get to live with them, and they get to live with you, ‘cause you’re both wonderful.”

Ariadne offered another nod. “Do you have any photos of her, that maybe I can see sometimes? I’ve got … wicked bad allergies with like, animals and stuff, sometimes, so I try to be safe and not go near them, but I love animals and absolutely adore photos. Do you know what a quokka is? I love how they smile.” She moved one of her pieces again, “that’s all true. I hope you find something you like. If you ever want dance or art department tips, those I can more readily offer you.”

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Luci smiled knowing it was silly, but feeling a little more at home then she had. It wasn’t exactly the same it had been back in her neighborhood, but it was closer then she had been in awhile. With everything that had happened, it was always hard to have calm tiny moments of happiness and just giggling with Ariadne was closer than most things. 

“That’s good. I can’t say I have much experience either, but I stand by what I said.  Thank you. I’m glad to start a new adventure and have new friends,” Luci said with a genuine smile and contentment in her face moving her pawn knowing that she was probably going to lose. 

At the question of Snow Luci nodded pulling out her phone at the ready to show off her familiar. “Oh yeah! I take tones - oh no I’m so sorry. That’s rough.” Luci paused thinking about how sad she’d be if she couldn’t pet Snow but shaking her head slightly and showing her the photo of the white jackalope. “Oh! Yes I think I do. They are very sweet smiles. I’ll have to keep that in mind for my art requirement.” Luci actually liked art - even if most of the time she couldn’t seem to get her drawings quite right. Something about not quite getting the emotions right. Still, maybe Ariadne would be able to help her find a professor who wouldn’t care. 

Smiling and showing her different photos of Snow, Luci pretty much forgot to actually play the game, now wondering if she could make a potion or something to help Ariadne with her allergies enough to meet Snow - or maybe a  quokka. She’d have to think on it. 

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kinda thinking about reading jojos online but i have no idea where to really start im not sure if its one of those complex multiple series put together with the same name type but i have been listenening to u enjoy it and now im curious

Ok!!! Wow!!!!!!!!! Woohoo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I will give you a basic run down of the parts under the cut <3

So! Jojo is separated into parts, there are nine, all of which are told chronologically but all have different protagonists who are all genetically related to each other (...mostly. and in some cases that's honestly kind of debatable but DON'T WORRY ABOUT THAT YET).

Start by reading the first part, Phantom Blood. It's admittedly one of the weakest parts imo but it is pretty short and establishes a lot of what the series is and comes back quite a bit in the future (especially one character in particular. Haha.)

From then on you read Battle Tendency, Stardust Crusaders (stands get introduced here!!), Diamond is Unbreakable, Vento Aureo/Golden Wind, Stone Ocean (be sure to tell me your thoughts on this part I am Interested), Steel Ball Run, Jojolion, and The Jojolands

Jjba is kinda weird with storytelling. All parts could hypothetically be read, understood, and enjoyed isolated without reading any previous parts (Stardust Crusaders in particular is infamous for its many adaptations despite there being not as many for the parts that precede it, also Vento Aureo is straight up just a side quest with nothing that goes on in it affecting much of the outcome of future parts at all) but in my personal opinion I think watching/reading them all is

1. Fun

2. Important for setting up future context for parts to come (most notably in parts 1 2 3 6 and 7)

And just to note: my two personal favorite parts, Diamond is Unbreakable and Vento Aureo, can both be considered skippable if you like to hurt my feelings, but they are still really really enjoyable and fun for VERY different reasons. Quality in Jojo is not indicated by importance, one of my favorite arcs is a character straight up just enjoying food for like 20 minutes. I am not exaggerating.

So yeah, do what you want, skip parts if you want, but I personally would experience them all in order <3

Please keep me updated!! I love jjba so much and the fact that I got you into it through my incoherent ramblings is crazy to me

Oh also be warned that despite what people claim women are very often mistreated by the story, especially in the beginning. There are the anime standard moments of sexualization (I will never forgive what happened to Yukako or Lucy) but there are also many instances of SA in general so please please please be aware of this before reading, I don't want you to be unexpectedly thrown into that.

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@coiledqueen said: As the Hoenn Battle Frontier's reputation rapidly continues to grow, it's fair to say that the resident Pike Queen hasn't been handling her newfound fame well. She'd missed multiple public appearances and meetings on the mainland, so Scott had arranged a mandatory appointment between her and the region's reigning co-champion, in hopes that Lucy could learn anything useful from the Devon heir. It's clear that Lucy bristles under the increased attention that arrives with fame. However, unfortunately for Scott and poor Steven, she also bristles under authority...to an even worse degree. "...I'm here," she mutters, framed in the doorway of Steven's impressive office. This meeting is much too early for Lucy, and her dark circles and slouched, annoyed posture betray a wild, sleepless night of partying. Her narrowed gaze studies Steven's expression as she casually takes a pull from a pocket flask decorated with purple rhinestones, just daring the co-champ to say anything about her habits. An exasperated sigh rumbles from her throat. "Let's get this over with already." / inbox call!

Give her a good push in the right direction, it'll be fine! he said. Steven's brow quirked high during the call that led him here, in the privacy of the league administration's tower of mostly decorative windows and rooms. Pleasantries of one-sided windows. Even Steven himself wasn't here all that often, nor his office at the Devon Corporation. Somehow, there's a considerable number of stones that had crawled it's way from Mossdeep to Evergrande.

Admittedly, he laughed during that call.

The teapot calling the kettle black, he pointed out, but, maybe that in itself was why he sought out Steven over his counterpart. One was better at diffusing situations, the other was better at escalating them. Scott was a goofy guy, but he wasn't stupid.

In fact, he's one of the people that Steven respects greatly. Besides, the Battle Frontier was Scott's own product. He had no obligation to ring up Hoenn's co-champion, be it legal or financial. Perhaps it was a mix of somewhat shared ideals and the fact Steven had a way with words. Even he didn't know, but made the agreement nonetheless. However, Steven can't help but feel that Scott did not... prepare him for this well enough.

( my, my )

He's impressed that she managed to make it with both eyes still open, nothing less than a walking train wreck—that is, he's not going to look down upon her for appearances alone. He knows better. Instead, he sits back, twiddling a cluster of raw garnet between his fingers. It barely appears to be a rock worth observing at all, with the deep, dusted red appearing near black in it's uncut state. The rest just looks like a muddle of earthy tones. Nothing special at all on the surface. "Take a seat, I've got some ibuprofen if you need it, by the way." Normally, he'd give her the proper handshake and standing ovation as one of the selected Frontier Brains of Hoenn, but she's not in the mood. Steven doesn't blame her. "Cute flask."

It begins to dawn on him why Scott had asked him to give her some of her time, and the raw garnet slipping between his fingers catches and halts between his index and middle finger.

"Anyway.. Scott's told me you've got a few no-shows lately," he says with a slight cant to his head, "But I wanna hear it from you. How's the Pike Queen treating you?"