#anastasia fics

[suntails]

it was a nightmare

comm for my friend dove's fic!! u can find it here, DEF worth a read!!

[chaoticspeedrun]

Recolored this one on a wim because I hated how the past version looked.

[izloveshorses]

anya + flinching at loud noises and sudden movements (vs dmitry noticing, adjusting his behavior, and becoming a source of comfort)

[liesmyth]

It's finally here... the fic that posits to answer the burning question: how are REVEREND BABIES made?

Featuring the breakdown of a longstanding marriage, small-scale genocide, a vengeful ghost of the MILF persuasion, and a normal amount of bones.

Rated M, 10k, Canon-typical everything

Characters: Pelleamena Novenarius, Anastasia the First, Priamhark Noniusvianus, Various Ninth House Characters

Tagged: Worldbuilding, Pre-Canon, Ninth House Extinction Event, Necromancy, Mad Science, WOMEN'S WRONGS

“Harrowhark—you are a walking miracle. A unique theorem. A natural wonder.” You looked at God, and you said: “I have just told you that I am the product of my parents’ genocide.” Harrow the Ninth, Chapter 14

[dmsr-art]

I saw a theory before that Anastasia was Johns literal daughter, and its why he stopped her from destroying her soul for the Paul lychtorhood, and while I dont believe that I will if it means it turns out Kiriona is her girlfriends (distant) aunt

hey anon have u read the two john/anastasia fics by darlingargents where she's his daughter? they're so fucking hot 😵‍💫

[faarkas]

SO I GOT CARRIED AWAY.

tagged by @imperial-agent @rhettsabbott @katewalker @lestatlioncunt and @pawnguild to do this picrew, ty so much squad 💖💖💖💖

left to right:

nanami & hiroko (jjk), valenzo (cp77), takemura & verde (cp77) miguel & shoko (jjk), serana & dagandriah (skyrim), wyll & anastasia (bg3) alistair & anna (da), morrigan & gwenyth (da), zevran & ella (da)

tagging: @okkoutsu @pensdragon @leefi @eviefrie @barbecutie

@ugh-my-back @swordcoasts @geniichiro (no pressure tho of course)

[daisymintt]

Still the River Flows

Inspired by the song Still/Neva Flows Reprise from Anastasia the Broadway play.

Emrys was barely eight years old when Uther and his men had found them hiding in a cellar near the outskirts of Camelot with the few other remaining Druids. When his mother had heard the sound of horses nearing she had shoved him into an empty grain barrel in the corner and told him to be quiet no matter what he heard.

Through a small split in the wood Emrys watched as the cellar doors were smashed open, knights poured in and roughly grabbed his parents. They pulled them out of the cellar into the chilly night air kicking and screaming, herding the rest of the Druids that he had grown to consider family with them.

“Where is the boy? Where is Emrys?” The tyrant king thundered. His mother begged the tyrant king to spare him.

“He’s just a child!” She had pleaded, her cries falling on deaf ears. His father had raged against Uther but with all the dragons dead his rage had little effect on the tyrant king. The cries of the fearful children and the pleading of the parents was cut short leaving only a horrible silence. Emrys knew in his heart that his parents were dead. He felt tears threatening to overwhelm him and a sob clawing its way up his throat.

He bit into his neckerchief to try and muffle any sound he made as the tears flowed down his face. “Search the cellar, he can’t be far.” The tyrant king commanded.

Emrys stiffened and tried to shrink down farther into the barrel as once again the knights stormed the cellar upending baskets and knocking over anything person sized, searching for any sign of him. Emrys whimpered quietly to himself, terrified of being found. After what felt like an eternity the knights gave up and started heading back out, all but one.

A boy who couldn’t be more than a couple years his elder stayed behind. The boy had flaxen hair that gleamed silver in the moonlight and his sword seemed too big for him, he kept having to adjust the belt and the tip of the sword dragged on the ground.

Emrys shifted in the barrel and the wood creaked, the boys head whipped in his direction. Emrys held his breath and prayed to the Triple Goddess that he would walk the other way. The boy gripped the hilt of his sword and neared the barrel. Emrys feared for his life as the boy looked down into the barrel. Their eyes met and for a brief moment Emrys thought, This is it. I’m dead.

“Arthur! Hurry up!” The tyrant king called. The boy gave him a pitying look and stepped away. “Coming, father!” He yelled before quickly departing from the cellar, careful not to look back at the boy hidden in the barrel.

~*~

Ten years later Emrys, who now goes by Merlin, finds himself once again in Camelot and as the prince’s manservant no less! Over the years Merlin and the Prince grew close, closer than any Prince and his servant ever should. Merlin would die for Arthur and Arthur would die for him. Despite their close bond Merlin still kept his magic a secret from him for fear of what would happen if he found out.

Despite his best attempts to undue all that Uther had taught Arthur about magic the damage was already done. Arthur could be so kind but at the smallest hint of magic he turned into father, untrusting and even cruel. One day this all came to a head when Merlin went with Arthur on a quest near the border town Ealdor that had reached out begging for protection from a warlord.

Merlin had found himself cornered and was left with no choice but to use his magic. The look of absolute betrayal on Arthur’s face broke his heart. Once the warlord was dealt with Merlin remained in Ealdor while Arthur returned to Camelot. Little more than a month later Arthur returned to check in on the people of Ealdor, avoiding Merlin to the best of his abilities as he did until on the final day before Arthur was to depart Merlin finally got him alone.

“Arthur…” Merlin reached out for Arthur but Arthur shrugged him off as all the missing pieces started fitting into place. Merlin was that Druid boy he had spared all those years ago in that cellar in Camelot.

“An underhanded boy, an act of desperation, and to my consternation I let you go. Not this time. Ealdor is no place for a good and loyal Camelonian.”

“We are both good and loyal Camelonians.” Merlin insisted.

“I’ve come to take you home.”

“My home is here now.”

“Stop playing this game, Merlin! I beg you.” Arthur’s voice grew desperate as he tried to convey the seriousness of the situation.

Merlin’s voice quieted, “We both know it’s not a game, Arthur.”

“If you really are Emrys do you think history wants you to have lived?”

“Yes! Why don’t you?” Merlin’s voice cracked at the last bit, his hurt breaking through.

“The Druids were given everything and gave back nothing until my father rose up and destroyed them.”

Merlin straightened his back, all traces of subservients gone replaced with cool confidence, and with a steely voice he stepped closer to Arthur and challenged, “All but one. Finish it. I am my fathers progeny.”

“AND I AM MY FATHERS SON!” Arthur roared as he unsheathed his sword with the hiss of metal against leather and pressed the tip against Merlin’s throat, “Finish it I must. My father shook his head and told me not to ask, Gaius said he died of shame.”

“In me you see them, look at their faces in mine, hear their scream, imagine their terror, see their blood!” Merlin cried, his eyes flaring gold and a wind started circulating around them kicking up dust.

“But I believed he did a proud and vital task and in my fathers name!” Arthur pressed the tip of the sword harder against Merlin’s throat, blood beading around the cut and trailing down the pale skin of his throat.

“Do it! And I will be with my parents and my brothers and sisters in that cellar in Camelot all over again!” Merlin’s voice raised, recalling the fateful night they had first met all those years ago.

Arthur shivered at the memory of the Druid children crying out as they where cut down at his fathers word, begging for their mothers. The sword dropped to Merlin’s chest. Arthur pressed on, “The children… their voices… a man makes painful choices. He does what’s necessary, Merlin! For Camelot, my beauty. What choice but simple duty. We have a past to bury, Merlin!”

Arthur tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword and pressed the tip against Merlin’s chest where his heart would be, “And soon it will be spring. The leaves unfold, the king lies cold. Be careful what a dream may bring, a revolution is a simple thing!”

Merlin inhaled sharply as Arthur pulled back his sword and swung it down towards his neck. At the last moment Arthur plunged the sword into the earth, collapsing against it as sobs wracked his body. “I can’t do it… I… I can’t…”

[ryik-the-writer]

No one:

Me: You know who would have been better as Belle's infidelity partner than Will Scarlet? Jefferson.

Before I begin, THIS IS NOT A BELLE HATE POST! Yes, I am going to address IT, but I am not putting her down for this...and I'll tell you why.

So after that god-freaking-awful twist in 4x11 when Belle sends Rumple over the town line, both he and Belle are left shattered at their dubious betrayals, the latter of which so much so she sought additional comfort (again, not hate, just hear me out).

That love interest ... for whatever reason ... was Will Scarlet, a cameo from Once Upon a Time's short-lived spin-off OUAT in Wonderland, which had ended a few months prior.

I, along with a good chunk of the fanbase, thought it was a unique choice, and most likely a way to acknowledge the spin-off in canon.

Don't get me wrong, I like Will as a character in OUATIW, but he was just off to me in OUAT. Like he was just shoved in there without a real purpose. Even his scenes with Robin Hood felt forced to me.

And honestly, it seemed strange to me that Belle, the logical scholar and fruitful romantic, would break her wedding vows of all things even after what Rumple did.

BUT THEN AGAIN, I also don't think it's established how intensive wedding vows are in this universe. I mean, Snow technically cheated on David with Dr. Whale, and while it's addressed comedically, it's not really addressed as an issue in their marriage but they comfortably move on from none the less.

Of course, it's obviously just the show's weakest attempt at *drama* and a way to baffle the Rumbellers into stunned silence so they can focus on *other things* (I am NOT going THERE today.)

And I think I remember an article or something about Will's actor's Michael Socha, feeling underused and wanting out especially since he had a kid at home. While he has a few zingers between him and other characters like Rumple and Hook, he looks so awkward when he's on-screen with Belle, like even he doesn't know why he's there!

But for the sake of *drama* Belle needs some side yum. Cool. Girl's gotta work out her frustrations some way right? But WILL SCARLET?!

This Will Scarlet?

"I love you Anastasia Tremaine" Will Scarlet?

Who ripped his heart out because her betrayal was just too much?

For freaking sake, they had a TLK!!!

I will only, and I mean ONLY accept the following two theories as a reason why...this happened...

1. This takes place during Will and Anastasia's break.

It's established in the OUATIW that the events in the spinoff are happening sometime in either late-season 1 or early season 2's canon. I think. But maybe, just maybe, it was actually around season 4's timeline? The timeline is screwed to hell anyway so...

Ana's presence is established in OUAT after Will, who broke into the library and vandalized a copy of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, is arrested and held indefinitely. And while Will looks distraught at the mention of his former love, but he's not devastated enough

The scene subsequently serves as a pointless but sweet way to introduce Belle and Will. I myself wrote a fic few years back as a way to fill in how that played out afterwards. But the actual writers just kind of tossed it in there.

And dropped it.

Yeah, WIll just kind of disappeared after season 4. Thanks for stopping by, I guess.

And btw, you cannot convince me that a guy who reacts like this after watching the love of his life get killed in front of him:

Like I kid you not, Will's screams and cries were stuck in my head after that episode. I gasped and covered my mouth. I remember feeling the same way when Graham died in OUAT because Emma's grief was just as raw as this. This is not the kind of grief you just up and move on with so casually. This sticks with you.

BACK TO JEFFERSON

Okay, I swear, I have a point.

Again, if Belle just *needed* a love interest during her break from Rumple, fine, but why not use the opportunity to do some freaking fan service after that Frozen mess?

Bring. Back. The. Hatter.

Why Jefferson?

He has an established relationship with Belle.

Even if the ugly truth is Jefferson had to know Belle was being held captive in the hospital asylum, Belle would still, begrudgingly, be grateful he freed her and reunited her with Rumplestiltskin. Maybe he tried apologizing with coffee, and...things happen.

Plus he has an established relationship with Rumplestiltskin PRIOR to Belle.

No. You cannot tell me these two:

...were just "business associates". No these two were hitting shroons in Wonderland every Tuesday at happy hour, do I make myself clear? It's obvious they weren't friends but they worked well together.

That scene in the shop would have been BANGER if Jefferson had been in Will's place. I mean the possibilities are endless with their establishment. They could have opened up an opportunity to explore more of Rumple's deals with Jefferson to find a way to the Land Without Magic, or even their shared connection with Regina, established, beloved connections in the series the audience would be comfortable with.

And honestly, I think Belle and Jefferson could have very nice chemistry too.

Their both worldly, and I can see these two sitting at a booth in Granny's forever as Jefferson told her her stories about his travels, maybe even a few tales about his deal and possible friendship with Rumplestiltskin. And maybe he helps her heal a bit.

That scene in 4x12 where Belle and Hook talk about Rumple really rubbed me the wrong way. What Rumple did to Belle and, yes, even Hook, was awful, but Hook never had to answer for his part in Rumple's decline. What did he think would happen if he threatened to blackmail him with Belle of all people?

Not to mention, Belle and Grace would have gotten along so well.

At this point in the series, Grace is a young teenager, and could possibly use a female presence. She like Henry, would probably understand that her father needs more companionship and would support their relationship. And it would be great foreshadowing to Belle's own relationship with her child later on. And Belle LOVES kids and could have formed a very promising bond with Grace. Regardless on how her relationship with Jefferson could have ended, Belle would have this girl over for sleepovers every week.

[pppuffin]

do you ever read a reader insert fanfic so good you need to make an oc just for it? anyway read the heisenberg principle by mourningstarmace on ao3 dot org

[annasghosts]

For @jilymicrofics with the August prompt: castle

Anastasia AU

“You have her wand, mate.” Sirius whispers. “No one will doubt us.”

James nods, observing the girl in front of him. Her hair look dirty, but the shade of auburn could work and the eyes, well, they’ve been searching for one year and he hasn’t seen such vibrant green anywhere. Could she be? No. He shakes his head, banishing the thought from his mind. She is most likely an orphan trying to survive on scraps, just like them. She can’t be her. Lily Evans must have died when the castle was attacked and her grandmother can’t accept the truth.

He feels guilty for a moment, thinking of what his parents would say if they could see him now, but that’s another unpleasant thought. He can almost picture their disappointment and it’s irritating to feel judged and it’s mixed with a familiar grief he desperately wants to escape, even after all these years. He doesn’t have the luxury of doing the noble thing, of making them proud, not when he’s trying to survive, but it doesn’t make him feel any better.

“Let’s say I’m interested.” She says, looking from him to Sirius. Her hands are on her hips, dirty nails digging into battered pants, scrawny shoulders hunched,  and James’ mouth twitches in a smile. This can’t be one of the last descendent of Godric Gryffindor. “We will tell her the truth, right?”

“Of course!” Sirius says immediately. “We just want to help.”

James can tell she’s reluctant to believe them, but he’s learned that hope is a dangerous thing and it can push people to do almost anything. “You shouldn’t get your hopes up.” He ignores the glare Sirius sends him, knowing it’s a stupid thing to say, knowing he could ruin everything, but he can’t help himself.

“I have nothing to lose.” She murmurs, eyes downcast, hand playing with something hidden under her shirt.

Hope is dangerous indeed.

[bisexualchaosdemon]

Jfc the latest chapter of hwddt is going to end me 🙃🤣

[chaoticspeedrun]

Sneak pics of the art that was added to Chapter 2 of the Anastasia AU IF

[gay-dorito-dust]

A/n: a lil different then my normal stuff but this beauty has a chokehold on me rn.

‘What was they laughing about? How can they sit there and laugh! And look so…so beautiful?!’ Anasui thought to himself as he laid on the slab of stone that is his prison bed, finding it impossible to fall asleep as his mind was preoccupied remembering the events the befell earlier that day; more specifically to the one where you were laughing so wholeheartedly at something Jolyne had said.

It drove him mad with the desire to be the one you laughed with, the one to make you laugh, to be within close proximity of you to the point where he could make out every shade that made up the colour of your beautiful eyes. Or to see all you deemed an insecurity within yourself and bless them with the same amount of love he’d give the rest of you, both physically and mentally.

His soul ached to hold you in his arms once more, infatuated with the feeling of you pressed against him when you almost fell down a flight of stairs mere moments after your first meeting the pinkette. Anasui was so hellbent on manipulating every situation to a degree where forced proximity was merely an accidental occurrence that shouldn’t require one to think the deeper intentions of.

So far he had managed to hold you of a total of two times and for you to hold onto any aspect of his body for a total of three. His plan was working but it was progressing too slowly for Anasui’s liking that he was starting to get a little antsy and desperate. After all it wouldn’t be long before you were in the arms of someone else, forgetting all about poor little Narciso Anasui. This reality wasn’t going to come to fruition, not if the aforementioned Narciso Anasui has anything to say about that because after all…

You were his

And he was yours. ❤️

[kanerallels]

The fun thing about Tangled is that it inevitably makes me want to write more Kanera fan fic (be it Tangled inspired or otherwise)

[anna-scribbles]

Hello!! How are you in this beautiful day on earth??

I was wondering if you have a fanfic masterlist? Because I am currently obsessed with your fics and would like to binge read them :)

Thanks!! <3

hi you’re so sweet!! i don’t have too many fics on my ao3 right now but they are:

call it even - joint fic with @sha-nwa

3/11 chapters, 19k so far, ongoing (updates on tuesdays & fridays!)

AU, ladynoir enemies / adrinette dating

After a year of dating, there is one thing Marinette knows for certain: it's her and Adrien against the world. Through it all, Adrien is kind, patient, and endlessly understanding—even as she tries her best to keep her secret superhero identity hidden from him along with the rest of the world. Nothing could ruin it, not even the supervillains of Paris: Hawkmoth and Chat Noir.

golden (like daylight)

2/2 chapters, 13k

contemplative, prose-y, loosely-linear story about adrien loving marinette (my adrinette thesis. basically)

Friendship, Adrien decided, shaking off the mental image of Marinette’s hurricane eyes and hesitant mouth, parted in a small, careful “o.” He had a very strong friendship with Marinette. That was all. or Adrien thinks a lot about words, love, and Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

circles & cycles (right back where you started)

one shot, 2k

deleted marichat balcony scene from golden

She shouldn’t have still been up, but she was. Circles under her eyes, circle in the sky. She stood at the balcony rail tranquil and unhurried, light and air and sound all bending to the soft shape of her profile, the gentle slope of her neck. The dark made Chat restless but it framed Marinette like a painting.

at our wedding

one shot, 4k

adrien & chloe's complicated friendship through the years (feat. hypothetical platonic wedding planning

“Chloé,” Adrien said slowly, “At our wedding, are we gonna have to…” “No!” Chloé shook her head firmly. “We don’t have to kiss. We can do whatever we want. It’s our wedding.” “Oh, good,” Adrien sighed. “You have to kiss at a wedding,” Félix argued. “I don’t have to do anything and you’re not the boss of me!” Chloé shouted. “Yeah!” Adrien grinned. He grabbed Chloé’s hand again. “Yeah, it’s our wedding.”

no other shade of blue, but you

one shot, 1k

unrequited adrinette blues

There was something entrancing, though, about such a natural and uncomplicated smile on Adrien Agreste’s face. It wouldn’t have sold anybody anything; it wasn’t for anyone but himself. And her, Marinette’s mind supplied. It’s for her too. And Marinette had to know, suddenly. She had to know like she had to breathe. “What’s she like?”

[izloveshorses]

Sleep On The Floor

ao3 | playlist

prologue | chapter one | chapter two | chapter three | chapter four | chapter five | chapter six | chapter seven | chapter eight |

“So… where are we going?”

Dmitry knew prodding her didn’t always work, but she would have to tell him eventually anyway. When he glanced over Anya shrugged. “Did I not tell you?”

“No…”

“Oh. Well, I decided to run away.”

~~~

“What if I come with you?”

~~~

Anya runs from her grief. Dmitry follows her, as he always does. Neither of them really knows what they're getting themselves into.