#borhap au

[leeknowsnot]

I AM CALLING IT. A BORHAP!AU AND MINHO IS GOING TO BE THE COUNTERPART FOR ROGER TAYLOR

[heysweetheart-writes]

20 questions for fic writers

I was tagged by @daisymae-12 @happiness-of-the-pursuit @read-and-write- @suseagull04 @myheartalivewrites & @inexplicablymine thank you so much!! Im procastinating wrting the halloween fic because I got to the smut and suddenly all these past like 3 years of practice I had vanished from my mind and I can't seem to be able to write anything.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

28

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

The last time I checked it was 256,455.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Just finished my last Borhap fic so only rwrb now

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Ever since New York

Sign of the times

A Kind of Magic (borhap)

Parallel Hearts (Hardzello)

Against my better judgment

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I was rereading old fics the other day and I noticed I didn't use to??? idk why but yes, I respond to comments now, love getting them!!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? 7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

The fleabag AU for hardzello

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No but I used to get a lot of criticism for who I chose to include in fics.

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

I have in the past, trying to get back to it but I'm finding it really hard ugh- Halloween fic, I'm sorry. (looking for a beta for it if anyone is interested?)

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

I have written one. A 6 Underground x GI Joe crossover HAHA GOD it was good thou. Pure filth.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don0t think so.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

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

Yes! Have in the past, I miss @halfasleepoetry every day of my life. And I'm cowriting one now.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Honestly, I don't know. Probably Nine x Rose or Twelve x Clara from Doctor Who but I've never written for them or even read fics.

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

There's a Warewolf!Ben AU on the docs and the Balcony AU but I'm no longer writing for borhap. All the wips for FirstPrince, I'm really hopeful Ill eventually finish them.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Plot, outline and dialog.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I have the attention span of a squirrel and Im very self concious. Also I hate describing actions and places, be in my mind and see what I see already.

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

The best part about rwrb is that Alex speaks spanish <3

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Bandom, MCR

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Days of our lives series and Parallel Hearts. For rwrb, I'd say Sign of the times and against my better judgment was so much fun to write.

No pressure tag: @bellamysgriffinprincess @hypnostheory @kiwiana-writes @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @pridepages @captaincoffeegirl515 everyone else I would tag already did it and tagged me so I leave the tag open for anyone who wants to share! Tag me so I can see!

[glitterslag]

About the blogger meme

Thanks @moodyeucalyptus and @doubleappled for the tag and thanks apple for the fic shoutout! 🤠 Nice to read your answers 🤗

Star Sign(s): cancer sun (boooo 👎), libra moon, leo rising

Favourite Holidays: gotta say christmas for the food and festive cheer

Last Meal: i just made a chicken sausage and white bean stew thing for my dad

Current Favourite Musician: Right now probably Little Simz

Last Music Listened To: my last listened song on spotify was Modern Love by David Bowie

Last Movie Watched: The Wicker Man 1973 lol! Feels kinda wrong at this time of year but I'm dreaming of summer ig

Last TV Show Watched: Taskmaster UK, new season!! Recommend to all, highly silly and light-hearted

Last Book/Fic Finished: I recently reread American Psycho by Brett Easton Ellis (PB was my halloween costume this year and I wanted to get into a yuppie mood heheh)

Last Book/Fic Abandoned: The last book I DNF'ed was I'm Glad My Mom Died by Jennette McCurdy, which I had to read for a book club. The subject matter is obviously pretty heavy and it was sadly a little much for me at the time, although I could still see it being a good read if I'd been in a more robust mental state lol

Currently Reading: Just started reading Where the Crawdads Sing by Delia Owens.

And my current festive reading is this! Such a good magazine if you're into your folk horror (which I am, if that wasn't glaringly obvious)

Last Thing Researched for Art/Writing/Hyperfixation: I've been watching quite a few vids about homesteading and of people building their own log homes for my Appalachian Sydcarmy fic! It's super interesting and such a cool lifestyle, it would be cool if more people lived that way!

Favourite Online Fandom Memory: My first fandom on here was Queen/Borhap. I miss those days! That was such a lovely community and it made Covid lockdown days a lot brighter :')

Favourite Old Fandom You Wish Would Drag You Back In/Have A Resurgence: Borhap fandom for sure!

Favourite Thing You Enjoy That Never Had an Active or Big "Fandom" but You Wish It Did: Ben Howard is my longest running favourite musician and there isn't really an online community around him which makes me sad. I'm in his subreddit but it's kinda boring there lmao, it's not really like fandom vibes. I wish more people would make art and stuff

Tempting Project You're Trying to Rein In/Don't Have Time For: you know what, I'm being rly good lately and not starting too many things!!!

I do intend to return to my sydcarmy fic Sagittarius Season in the new year, but first I need to finish my baby BOJ and put it to rest 🤗

I do have A TON more supernatural sydcarmy au ideas up my sleeve but i think i'm just gonna enjoy them in my head :))

This was rly fun thank you!!! Tagging some The Bear babes: @angelica4equity @lunasink @sennenrose and some hellcheer babes who have tagged me in other things recently I believe : @hangon-silvergirl @erythromanc3r (pls accept this as a response I am forgetful and I lose track)

[eileen-crys]

You know I'll never be lonely

Written for the Queen daddies event 2022, organised by @alittlesilhouettoofaman 💕

Ex-bassist John Deacon is the proud father of six years old Joseph Deacon and loves living a quiet life as a single father. But when Joe becomes best friend friend with his classmate Michael Tetzlaff, John's life gets turned upside down once again. Will their two little and broken families be able to grow as one?

This new event focuses on father-son relationships between the Queen boys (as single dads) and the BoRhap cast (as their sons), and while I've never written anything for the BoRhap cast, this was a lovely prompt for wholesome AUs and I love dad!John always 💕

So embark with me in this little adventure, I hope you'll like it! I'll update every Tuesday for the whole month of November! 🥰

Taglist (let me know if you want to be included or removed!): @blossom-melina-burnickel @john-deacon-fucks @warriorteam1924 @julescape @beydeaks @lickemagaindeaky @finland-shoes @elvishaxolotl @idontknowhowthisworked @john-paul-george-ring0 @kinole009x

[laminy]

Hello! I was curious, for ITBASM, were you ever nervous about first posting your fic? Was it the first fic you ever posted or did you post other stories before?

I think I’m always nervous when I post my fics, or share anything I’ve written in any way. like when I was in university and got an essay back from a prof, I could never look at the feedback because I hated knowing that they’d read it lol. so posting fic can be kind of a scary endeavour.

with ITBASM in particular, I wasn’t sure how much people would really be on board with the concept. and I had never an AU before and nothing even slightly sci-fi so it could’ve been pretty terrible.

I had posted other things before though, on AO3 and back in the pre-AO3 days. after BoRhap came out, I had written a couple Roger/John stories, then a couple Ben/Gwil stories before starting ITBASM.

thank you! 💜

[inthedayswhenlandswerefew]

#1 How many total fics have you written

#2 What's your most successful one (if you know the answer to this).

#3 Send this to your fic writing mutuals ❤❤

#1. I've written 8 novel-length fic series (currently working on a 9th). And wow does that feel weird to say!!! 😂😂 I definitely never foresaw that when I started writing fanfiction 4.5 years ago. I've also written 1 novella-length short fic series (72 Hours In Montreal) and 6 one-shots, all for the Queen/BoRhap fandom.

#2. My most "successful" fic is Have You No Idea That You're In Deep, which has traumatized countless people and led to the use of "Moonstone" or "🌙🪨" as a verb in some circles. 😂 This fic has a special place in my heart (as all my fics do) but I definitely think its success is mostly the result of timing. I wrote it right when the HOTD fandom (and Aemond/Ewan thirst) was at its peak, and it is not an AU fic which helps as well. I don't think of it as being one of my best-written fics; I was pretty rusty when I started it, as I hadn't been writing regularly for several months. It's also not a fic that I think about much or return to reread often. But nonetheless, I love it fiercely!!! I just think it is a good example of how "success" (meaning: number of notes) is really not indicative of quality or the long-term impact a story will have on readers.

Thank you for this lovely ask, bestie!! 🥰

[nana-71926]

Author’s Notes: RL has been awfully hard lately, but the Muse is finally back after several months! Here’s ch 6 of that Omegaverse/Regency AU Maylor story the Muse has been working on. Enjoy!

Summary:

Since they were children, Brian May and Roger Meddows-Taylor had been promised to each other by their families. Bold, rambunctious Roger was sure to be an Alpha just as quiet, thoughtful Brian was an Omega. If only their presentations had worked out according to expectations when the time came…

Excerpt:

“You mean you really don’t know?” Count Freddie asked as he gazed at Brian searchingly. What he found in Brian’s features must have convinced him, for his gaze softened and he startled Brian by saying, “How extraordinary you really are! It’s so very rare, not to mention special, to come across one such as yourself, as you are right now…but you have no idea of that as well, do you?”

Brian merely stared at him, utterly at a loss at the nonsensical words, so the Count continued, “I’m afraid ‘tis not my position to explain something so complicated, with so much at stake, but all will be revealed to you in due time. And of course, it will all depend on whether you will agree to it or not. I have but one advice to impart at this point.”

“Yes?” Brian said after a moment, when the Count hesitated and it seemed he might change his mind.

“I’d lock my doors at night, if I were you,” said Count Freddie.

And he smiled.

Buy the Muse some ko-fi to show her some love (and to make her write faster!) ^_~

[castieltrash1]

if you are sending in a request or general ask about a concept/idea, please follow the guidelines below! ♡

current fandoms: outer range, top gun + maverick, all ryan gosling characters, law and order: svu, supernatural, tolkien, marvel, peaky blinders, game of thrones, the bear, the batman, scream, the lost boys, house of wax, den of thieves, criminal minds

retired fandoms (may return:) harry potter, the vampire diaries/originals, borhap/queen, twilight

+ i write for practically every single character in the fandoms above! if you're unsure or fear your character choice is too obscure/weird, feel free to ask me before sending an ask xoxo

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nsfw limits: if you are sending in a smut request or general nsfw ask, please refrain from mentioning/including kinks such as scat, omorashi or age play. any kinks related to dubcon/cnc or violence will be handled on a request by request basis!

[claracivry]

🎢🌞💖

For the fanfic ask! 💜 I hope you’re having a lovely day!

The sun and heart are already answered so let's go with:

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

I mean it'll probably be one from my ff.net times that was supposed to be about Loki and Natasha figuring each other out and then was whumpy and then there was like a Matrix shared dream thing? And then it go shippy out of nowhere? And it was like uuuh what if this reality is the one that's good. Don't worry darling would be jealous lol

But for more recent things (and since it's you asking ;) ) probably the BoRhap/Queen space AU? All I had was "Brian is an astronaut; Roger is an alien" and ended up writing like their language and inventing customs and shit. Here's the story if anyone's curious (x)

Thanks for asking and hope you're having a good day yourself!!

[princemick-archive]

why do i follow you? wanna keep the "long time mutual and recently friends" plot until my death (no it's because we have the same rotten brain for fratboy!au & borhap n cuz you're cool)

we're the ultimate slow burn, we went from mutuals to friends and it only took us 4 years

[freddiesaysalright]

Peace Like A River Part 8

A Gwilym Lee x Reader Story

Summary: Reader is a stand up comic with a pretty dark past. She has a three new lights in her life: her daughter, Violet; her anonymous correspondent, Dear Friend; and Gwilym Lee.

Word Count: 3.7K

Tag List: @psychosupernatural, @someone-get-a-medic, @bensrhapsody, @deakyclicks, @crazylittlethingcalledobsession, @minigranger, @simmisblog, @assembledherethevolunteers, @lookuptotheskiesandsee, @readinghorn, @riddikuluslypotter, @doingalrightt, @misslolasworld, @lemurian-starship, @ravenedges-lies, @painkiller80, @imgonnabeyourslave, @crazyweirdocalledfriday, @ixchel-9275, @sincerelygmg, @lv-7867, @unicorn-princess-1999, @delilahmay39, @chlobo6, @dragon-out-of-water, @radio-hoo-ha If you want to be added, let me know!

A/N: oof y’all this is a big one

Part I  Part II  Part III  Part IV  Part V  Part VI  Part VII

Part 8 here we go!!!

“I want to meet my daughter.”

“No,” you said instinctively. 

“Don’t be so quick to decide,” Henry said. “After all-”

“No,” you repeated, firmer this time.

He sighed, but you detected sarcasm behind it. “Alright then. Guess I’ll just have one with Stacy.”

“Stacy doesn’t want kids,” you said.

“Ha!” he shot back. “You said the same thing, I still put one in you.” 

You bit your lip and squeezed Gwilym’s hand. He looked at the phone as if it were gum he’d scraped off his shoes.

“That’s not fair,” you said. 

“The world ain’t fair, Y/N,” he said with so much condescension you thought your head might explode. “But the way I see it, you’ve got two choices: bring the girl to meet me and you can be right there with her or I stay with Stacy and you’ll just have to imagine - or perhaps remember - what will happen to her.”

A tear rolled down your cheek. 

“You are such an asshole,” you said shakily. “Why do you even want to meet her? You signed away -”

“I didn’t do that by choice and you know it,” he cut across you. “It was part of our deal. Well, I’m striking a new deal.”

You clapped your hand over your mouth to muffle the sob threatening to escape. You looked at Gwilym and his heart nearly broke at your helplessness. He pressed his lips to the back of your hand. 

“When would we even be able to do this?” you returned. “I’m on tour right now.”

Gwilym shot you a horrified look that you were actually considering this.

“I know your last show is back in New York,” he said. “That’s when I want to meet her.”

“I need to think about this,” you said. 

“You’ve got twenty-four hours,” he said. “Or I’m asking Stacy to marry me.”

“Are fucking kidding me?!” you cried. “You’d stoop that low just to spite me?!”

“You’re damn right I would!” he yelled back. “You think you’re so high and mighty now that you’re famous, but don’t you ever forget who you really are - just another bitc-”

You hung up on him once again. You looked over at Gwilym as your mouth began to tremble with the emotions flooding to the surface.

“What am I going to do?” you whimpered. 

“Say no,” he said. “You can’t let him use Stacy against you.”

“Don’t you see?” you said. “He’s made whatever happens to Stacy my fault. Because I could have done something. He’s put this on me!”

“What he does to Stacy is his fault - his choice,” he argued. “It’s nobody else’s.”

“I can’t let him do what he did to me to someone else,” you said. “I can’t.”

“You can’t protect everyone, Y/N,” he reminded you.

“You’re right,” you said quietly as more tears spilled out. “Turns out, I can’t even protect my own daughter.”

“Yes, you can,” he protested. “You don’t have to do this.”

“Yes, I do,” you returned. 

“Y/N…”

“I know,” you said. “But it’s just one time and then we never have to see him again.”

Gwilym scooted closer to you and took your face in his hands.

“Y/N, please,” he said. “Please don’t do this.”

“He’s given me no other choice,” you said, pulling away from him. “And I’ll be right there with her. I’ll meet him in public, so he can’t start anything, and -”

“Hold on, are you saying you’re going alone?” he wondered.

“Well, yeah,” you said, blinking at him.

“Oh, no you’re not,” he said. “When’s your last day of tour?”

You told him.

“I’ll be in New York with the boys then,” he said. “I’m going with you.”

“No!” you cried, eyes going wide and grabbing his hands again. “No, I don’t want him to hurt you!”

He smiled at you. “He won’t, love. And I’ll think he’ll be even less inclined to try something with you if you have a man with you.”

You considered this. You really hated to bring anyone around Henry, much less the two most precious people in your life. Fear clawed at your heart. Henry almost always carried his gun and a knife on him. If anything happened, you could lose everything.

“I’ll negotiate some terms for this meeting,” you said. “Are you sure about this?”

“I cannot let you go alone,” he assured you. “I will not.”

“Thank you,” you whispered.

You leaned towards him and rested your forehead against his. You held your face between his hands, wiping some fresh tears away with his thumb. You wondered how things had gotten so heavy. It was not quite so much of a burden with Gwilym to help.

A gasp left your mouth when you opened your eyes and saw the time on his watch. 

“Gwilym, you’ve got to go,” you said. “Your interview.”

He glanced at the time and saw it too. “Damn. I’ll come straight back, after.”

“Don’t worry about that, I have a show tonight,” you said. “Spend some time with the guys. I can handle this.”

“Alright, love,” he agreed, kissing your forehead. “I’ll see you later.”

“See you later,” you returned.

He finally parted from you, leaving your skin itching for his return. He said a quick goodbye to Violet as well and then was gone. When the door closed behind him, you reached into the desk drawer to read his latest letter.

It was much the same as the others. A brief update on his emotional well-being, something about another book he’d read. He also mentioned you and something you’d said that stuck with him. He told Dear Friend how much she would like you. You chuckled to yourself. When you reached the end of the letter, it hit you. This was the first one since the first admission of love that he had not written “I love you.” Your brow furrowed. Had his feelings actually changed? 

You began to write a response, but you were having a difficult time. So much was on your mind now. Henry, Stacy, Gwilym, Violet. The huge web all of you were caught up in. For the first time, you didn’t feel like writing. With a sigh, you abandoned the letter for now and checked your emails. Your manager told you that he’d paid Stacy her final paycheck and they were looking for a new assistant, but since you only had two weeks left of tour, they would probably start when you returned to LA. It was a bit of a nuisance to be on your own, but you could manage.

That night, you let everything go as you got on the stage. It was a welcome relief to disappear behind your jokes once more and engage with a crowd for a while. You didn’t have to think much about Henry or Gwilym or anyone. It was just you and your audience. You could just have fun and laugh. It was nice.

After the show, you called Henry back. You were nervous but he picked up quickly and you told him you would meet him when you were back in New York.

“Some ground rules,” you said.

“I’m listening,” he replied.

“No weapons,” you told him. “Not your gun, not your knife, nothing that could hurt me or Violet.”

“So her name is Violet?” he asked.

“You didn’t know?”

“You never told me a goddamn thing about her, how was I supposed to know?”

“Whatever, do I have your word that you won’t bring any of your usual shit?” you pressed. 

“Fine,” he agreed. “Anything else?”

“This is a one time meeting,” you said firmly. “I am under no obligation to foster a relationship between you and her. If she wants to meet you again she may do so when she is eighteen.”

He sighed. “I’m her father.”

“Speaking of which, you aren’t allowed to tell her who you are,” you snapped. “She doesn’t have a father.”

“Are you serious?!”

“As a heart attack,” you said. “These are my terms.”

“Okay,” he said, but he sounded hesitant. “I won’t tell her.”

“And you will not trick me into this again,” you said. “Your next attempt to contact me will be ignored. My management team will know your name and will screen anything from you or anyone associated with you, including the whole fucking NYPD. Do you understand?”

“You’re getting ridiculous,” he said.

“Do you understand?”

“I understand,” he said irritably. “Fine.”

“Good,” you said. “I’ll text you when and where we can meet close to the date.”

“Whatever,” he said, and hung up.

You heaved a sigh. “This is gonna be a long two weeks.”

You could not have been more wrong. The next two weeks flew by. Normally, you were pretty pumped about the end of a tour, but you were dreading this one. The meeting with Henry loomed ahead like a cave with a wide mouth, but complete darkness inside. 

What made it worse was that you wouldn’t see Gwilym until New York either. You did eventually write back to his letter, but it felt shallow and empty. Completely devoid of any real meaning. But you wanted to send it as quickly as possible. Perhaps the reason he’d stopped saying “I love you” was because he felt the distance, even in the letters. Or perhaps he’d put the distance there himself as he got closer to you outside of them.

It was just after Thanksgiving and you were back in New York. The air was chilly with the threat of winter, but everything looked warm and festive. It was a relief that this would be over soon and you could move on with your holidays, just you and Violet. The draw back was that Gwilym was going back home, and you’d be further from him than you had been since before you reconnected. It broke your heart to think of it.

Gwilym arrived to pick you and Violet up from your room. You were staying in the same hotel this time, but you could hardly be excited about it. Your stomach twisted up in knots as the hour grew closer to confronting your ex-husband. You subconsciously grabbed the scar on your side from your last encounter with him. It felt like that wound was opening again.

“You alright?” Gwilym asked.

“No, honestly,” you replied. “I hate this.”

“I know, love,” he said, pressing a kiss you the top of your head. “It won’t be long. You can do it.”

“Don’t let go of me,” you said, like a little girl asking her dad not to let go of her bike when she’s learning to ride. Only, a lot worse than scrapes and bruises were at risk.

“Mommy, why are we meeting this man?” Violet asked. 

“I used to know him,” you explained. “And it’s important that I talk to him.”

“But you don’t like him?” she wondered.

You shook your head. “No, I don’t.”

“I don’t wanna go,” she whined. “I don’t wanna!”

You wished it was that simple. That you could stamp your foot and say no and get your way. But you couldn’t. Not with his threat against someone you knew. You regretted not talking to Stacy more, but you weren’t sure you could have convinced her to leave him. But if you only opened up to people, then they would know. Guilt washed over you. Had you doomed her by keeping your guard up? You couldn’t think about that now.

“I’m sorry, baby,” you said to her. “But we only have to go once.”

You walked to the park where you were meeting Henry. The beauty of the city in this season was lost on you as your nerves made every shaky step harder and harder to take. If Gwilym and Violet were not holding your hands you were sure you would have collapsed already. 

You came around the corner to the park and you spotted him. He was not very tall, but he was bulky. He’d gained some weight since you last saw him, but you were sure he had not lost any of his old strength. He stood up from the bench he was on when he saw you coming. Every cell on your body was screaming at you to run. To get as far away from him as possible. You stopped walking to take a breath.

“Nearly there, Y/N,” Gwilym said gently. 

You nodded, inhaling deeply again and started forward. Henry was only feet away from you now. The places on your body where he’d done the most damage were lighting up with the memory of his strikes. Your left eye throbbed. The burn on your collarbone grew hot. The cut on your side stung.

“Y/N,” Henry said. 

“Henry,” you returned with a stiff nod.

Violet stood in front of you, but she backed up into your legs, looking warily up at Henry. He looked at Gwilym.

“Who’s this?” he wondered.

“Gwilym Lee,” Gwilym answered.

“What are you, her boyfriend?” Henry asked.

“That’s not your business,” you interjected. “You’re here to talk to Violet.”

“Right,” he said, clearing his throat. He went to kneel down to greet her but you stopped him.

“Hold it,” you said. “Show me your waistband.”

“Come on, I left my gun in the car,” he told you. “My knife too.”

“I’ll believe that when I see it,” you said. “Show me.”

He groaned, rolled his eyes, and then lifted his sweater and undershirt. You found no holster or knife clip. 

“Go ahead,” you said.

He knelt in front of her. “Hi, Violet. My name’s Henry.” He held his hand out to her. “It’s nice to meet you.”

She narrowed her eyes at him and then looked up at you. “The bad man?”

Before you could answer, Henry sprang to his full height. You flinched.

“The bad man?” he repeated, practically spitting at you.

Gwilym wrapped his arm protectively around your shoulders, but you didn’t relax. Violet whimpered beside you and wrapped her arms around your leg. 

“That slipped out,” you said. The familiar need to protect Henry’s feelings and appease him arose in you. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, you oughta be,” he said. “You’re already setting her up not to like me.”

“Why should she?” you blurted out.

“Hey, watch it with the fuckin’ attitude,” he warned, stepping toward you.

“Is that a threat?” Gwilym challenged, moving to stand between you and Henry.

“Mommy,” Violet said, tugging on your jacket and cutting the quickly growing tension. “I gotta go potty.”

“Okay, sweetie,” you said, taking her hand. “Let’s go find the restroom.”

“There’s a building just down the path,” Henry said, his shoulders relaxing. 

“Okay,” you returned. “We’ll be right back.”

Gwilym watched you disappear with Violet into the building Henry referred to. He felt tense now standing beside your ex-husband, who had caused you so much pain. He didn’t even know half of it, he was sure. Anger was boiling up inside of him, but he wanted to keep a cool head for your sake. You were anxious enough already.

“So, how do you know Y/N?” Henry asked. 

Gwilym blinked at him.

“We used to work together,” he answered shortly.

“So you’re just friends?”

“Sure.”

“And Violet, she likes you?”

“I would think so considering how often she hugs me.”

Henry sighed and toed the ground with his boot, stirring up some dust. “Ah, fuck.”

“What?” wondered Gwilym.

“It’s just shitty how it all worked out,” he said. “I hate this.”

Gwilym was shocked. Had Henry changed?

“If she hadn’t left, we could have been happy,” Henry said.

Gwilym couldn’t hold back any more. “Are you joking? If you hadn’t treated her like a punching bag, maybe she wouldn’t have left!”

“Hey, what the hell do you know?” Henry shot back. 

“Did it make you feel better?” Gwilym cried. “Burning her, slapping her around? Did it make you feel like a man? To force yourself on someone smaller than you and helpless?”

“She earned everything she got!” Henry shouted. “A good woman doesn’t talk shit to her husband!”

“Tell me, what exactly were you doing to be a husband worthy of her respect?”

Henry flared up and glowered at Gwilym. His hands balled into fists, which did not go unnoticed by the latter. 

“Going to hit me?” Gwilym challenged. “Or do you exclusively beat on people who can’t fight back?” 

“Hey, FUCK YOU!” Henry bellowed.

Gwilym laughed in his face. “Raise your voice all you want, Henry. You’re a tiny, pathetic little man, and you don’t scare me.” 

Henry swung at Gwilym who only leaned back to avoid the impact. But the former had put all his weight behind the punch, so missing threw him off balance, and he stumbled. Gwilym took this opportunity to shove Henry several feet back. He caught himself and re-centered, preparing to lunge at Gwilym again. 

You were drying Violet’s hands when you heard Henry curse loudly, and assumed it was directed at Gwilym. A nervous twinge went through you and you gulped. You wondered what had been said and if it was still escalating. 

“Come on, sweetie,” you said, taking Violet’s hand. “Hurry.”

You walked quickly outside, and you saw Henry throw a punch but miss. Then you saw him prepare to strike a second time. You took off running, hurtling toward Gwilym. Violet gave a surprised cry and followed close behind, sprinting beside you at a rate that was impressive, though you couldn’t even process it. You had missile lock on Gwilym as Henry raised his hand. 

“Don’t you TOUCH HIM!” you screamed, casting yourself between the men.

You faced Henry, arms spread in front of Gwilym. You glared fiercely at your ex-husband, surprised at his newfound hesitation. Violet caught up and hid herself behind Gwilym. Your chest heaved as you caught your breath.

Gwilym blinked, shocked at your sudden appearance and your ferocious defense of him. Your need to protect others from Henry’s cruelty became even clearer to him now. Even though you were smaller, weaker, and more afraid, you stood there in front of him, shielding him and your daughter. His admiration for you grew about tenfold. As did his love. 

You waited for Henry to strike. You could not allow him to get to Gwilym and Violet. Your whole heart stood behind you, and you would shield it with your life if you had to. Henry stepped closer, and you brought your hands forward and rammed both fists into his chest. He was so thrown off by it, he fell onto his back. 

“This was a mistake,” you said to Gwilym, but without facing him. You knew better than to turn your back on Henry. “Let’s go.”

Henry rolled onto his side and then scrambled to his feet. 

“Hold on, I’m not finished,” he said. 

“I am,” you retorted. “Deal’s off. Fuck you.”

He opened his mouth to reply, but Violet again interrupted. 

“Daddy, hold me!” she whined. 

You and Henry both whipped around - you terrified, and he hopeful. But then you saw it. She was reaching up for Gwilym, ignoring Henry entirely. She had tears streaming down her cheeks and she was shaking. Your heart ached for her. You knew she must so scared and confused. Gwilym stooped down and lifted her into his arms. She buried her face in his shoulder and let out a sob. 

“It’s alright, love,” he said, rubbing her back. “I’ve got you.”

You turned to Henry. “We’re leaving. Contact me again, and I’ll file harassment charges.”

“This is bullshit,” he said. 

“Get bent,” you returned. 

Gwilym approached. He had Violet on his hip, so he wrapped his free arm around your waist. You turned, feeling more secure now, and the three of you walked way. 

“Y/N!” Henry called. 

You ignored him. 

“Y/N!”

You flipped him off as you walked.

As you headed back to the hotel, Violet relaxed. She was not asking questions, just holding Gwilym around his neck and relying on him for comfort. You took her hand. 

“I love you,” you told her. “I’ll never put you through that again. I’m sorry, Violet.”

“I love you too, Mommy,” she returned. “I’m okay. You’re okay. That’s what matters.”

You smiled at her. Then she closed her eyes and rested on Gwilym. He looked over at you and smirked. 

“You were really amazing back there,” he told you. “I’m so, so proud of you.”

Your heart swelled at his praise. “Thanks!”

When you got back to the hotel, Joe, Ben, and Rami were all there in the lobby, clearly fretting over Gwilym’s return. When they saw him in one piece, they all sighed with relief. 

“How’d it go?” Joe wondered. 

“Fine,” Gwilym assured him. “Y/N set him straight.”

“Good for you,” Rami said, clapping you on the shoulder as you grinned. 

“Hey, would you guys mind taking Violet for a little while?” Gwilym asked.

You shot him a quizzical look. 

“I just want to talk to you,” he said. “Privately. Is that alright?”

“Yeah,” you said with a shrug. “Do you guys mind?”

“Not at all,” Ben answered. 

“What d’you say, Vi?” Gwilym asked her. “Wanna spend some time with your uncles?”

She looked at the three of them, a slow smile spreading across her lips. Joe made a goofy face and did a raspberry at her and she giggled. 

“Yeah!” she agreed. 

“Good girl!” Gwilym said, handing her off to Joe. 

You waved to her as Gwilym led you to the elevator. 

“Wait, are we going to your room?” you wondered. 

He nodded. “Yeah. It’s important.”

Confusion and a jolt of worry went through you. You feared - irrationally - that he was going to tell you this was all too much for him and end your friendship. It had to be about what happened with Henry. Was he going to scold you for trying to protect him? You really had no idea what else it could be. 

When you made it to his room, utterly lost at the purpose of all this, he quickly opened the door and almost pushed you inside. Where had this sudden intensity come from?

The door clicked shut and you looked at him, distressed. 

“Gwil, what’s going -”

He cut you off with a kiss. His lips were hot, needy, and desperate against yours. His mouth swallowed your yelp of surprise. You could fight it no longer. You closed your eyes and kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck as you melted into him.

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Fic Writer Aska!

I was tagged by @read-and-write- thank you so much for tagging me!!!

ao3 name: recently changed it to heysweetheart, used to be xofunghoul

fandoms: Red White and Royal Blue currently. Previous: MCR, BoRhap

number of works: 18 on Ao3

work i spent the most time on: Parallel Hearts. We worked on it for over a year with Ali.

work i spent the least time on: I have no idea! haha I guess the last one for FirstPrince week? Against my better judgment I already had it in my mind, I wrote it pretty quickly.

longest fic: Parallel Hearts

shortest fic: Peace offering, a Genderswap!AU for Hardzello week.

most hits: The Borhap Hogwarts!AU omg I can't believe that HAHA

most kudos: Ever Since New York. The RWRB movie-verse

total word count: 256,455 holy shity

favorite work of my own: Parallel Hearts and Days of our lives series.

fic you want to rewrite/expand on: Probably everything? haha Days and my current hardzello one that's about to end, I would love to turn into original works which tbh they kinda are.

share a bit of a wip:

Even off duty, Henry insists on still dressing somewhat formally. A light blue sweater (he’d say jumper) over a button up and slacks, standing dashingly with a hand on his pocket, sunglasses on. He’s Prince Charming, right out of Alex’s own personal fairy tale. He loves him so fucking much, he doesn’t think he’ll ever stop feeling giddy at the sight of him. He’s still not used to being allowed to look at him out in the open on the street where anyone can see him.  Alex gives him a little wave and starts descending down the steps before he’s interrupted midway by none other than Miguel Ramos.  “ACD, back in DC where you belong?”

Untitled movie-verse one shot that I don't know how to end haha

No pressure tag: @inexplicablymine @daisymae-12 @suseagull04 @alex2 @hypnostheory @pridepages @bellamysgriffinprincess @captaincoffeegirl515 @satans-helper

[confusedhalfofthetime]

Co-star Pt.19

Here is a bit of Joe POV and Lucy being a real good friend

Let me know your thoughts, your critics and your guess for what will happen next!

Did you get the Supernatural reference?

Tags: @warriorteam1924 @painandpleasure86 @pittaesthetic @lauuerodz

[o-holynight]

Don’t Start Something You Can’t Finish | All You Have To Do Is Fall In Love AU

Other Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 Author: Michaela - @o-holynight​ Pairing: Joe Mazzello / OFC Rating: M Word Count: 1.6k  POV: 3rd Person / Michaela Warnings: series warnings  Summary: After being interrupted in the middle of an intimate moment, Joe and Michaela reschedule for another night home alone.

Masterlist found here! Series Summary: Best friends and college roommates Ben, Joe, and Gwil, find themselves tangled up with a group of girls who bring out the best (and worst) in them. Series Warnings: drinking, swearing Authors’ Note: Stories can stand alone, but it’s much better when read all together! Not everything is always in the same tense, or same point of view/perspective.

Joe fiddled with his ring finger, before absentmindedly cracking his knuckles. He glanced over at Michaela who was engrossed in the movie. It was some random thriller on Joe’s Netflix list, but whatever interest he had in watching it before, all melted away once he pressed play and started watching Michaela instead of the TV. She was so intrigued by the movie, which made studying her all the more intriguing. He could tell when something scary happened on the screen by the way that she jumped slightly, muscles in her neck tensing. He could tell when a scene was comic relief by the way the corners of her mouth turned up, and she exhaled a laugh through her nose. But when the main characters of the movie were entering a heated makeout session while unbeknownst to them, their friends were being slaughtered in the next room, Michaela happened to look over at Joe, whose eyes flitted for the first time in a long time to the television.

“You’re staring.” Michaela said with a smirk on her face.

“Oh, really, you wait until the sex scene to call me out on it? All of a sudden you look over at me when that comes on the screen?” Joe said, gesturing to the tv.

Michaela blushed and bit her lip sheepishly. Joe took notice of this, eyes flicking down to watch her newly reddened and glistening lip. He swallowed roughly, wanting nothing more than to connect his own lips with hers.

“Okay you got me there, but despite being a blind ass bitch, my peripherals are on point. I saw you looking the whole time.” she smirked, turning her body slightly so that she was facing Joe more.

“And you chose to wait until the main characters started kissing to bust me...why?” Joe asked, also angling himself more towards Michaela, squeezing his hand together in a fist.

“No reason…” she said softly, barely audible, as her eyes focused in on Joe’s lips, which were slightly parted, and moving closer as Joe leaned forward ever so slightly.

“C’mon mate the game is about to start and I’ve got money down on--oh...sorry are we...interrupting something?” Gwil said as he and Ben marched into the living room decked out in their soccer gear, apparently waiting to watch the game.

Clearly they were interrupting something. “No, you’re fine, we weren’t watching a movie or anything.” Joe said through a pasted-on smile, begrudgingly backing up from the almost-kiss.

“I mean…” Ben looked from Joe to Michaela, as if weighing the pros and cons. “The movie will still be there later, but the football game is live, mate.” he said, almost wincing at his statement, essentially telling the two lovebirds to take a hike.

“Fine, great, we’ll just leave then.” Joe said, leaning back into the couch, exhaling angrily at the situation.

“No I really should be going anyway. Got a project I need to finish compiling for studio tomorrow. It’s fine.” Michaela said, smiling at the two other boys as she stood up and reached for Joe’s hand, pulling him off of the couch and down the small hallway to the door.

Ben and Gwil quickly occupied the couch and turned on the soccer game, with the crowd roaring at the start of the match.

“I’m really sorry about them,” Joe apologized as Michaela reached for the doorknob to open the door.

“Don’t be sorry, I still had a great time with you today.” she replied genuinely.

“Could’ve made it a better time.” Joe grumbled under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck and staring at the floor, disappointed that the moment had passed.

“There’s always next time…” Michaela said, rubbing Joe’s knuckles with her thumb while she still held onto his hand.

“Trust me, the next time I see you, I’m gonna rock your goddamn world.” Joe said, a spark igniting again in his eyes.

“Is that a promise, Mazzello?” Michaela answered back, matching his excited intensity.

“You better fucking believe it.” he said, raising his eyebrows with a devilish grin as he pushed up off of the doorway, and backed into his apartment, closing the door between them for dramatic effect.

“So...tomorrow night? Knock twice for yes.” Michaela projected through the door.

Two knocks came sharply, and she grinned, turning around and walking back to her car with a spring in her step.

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I took a deep breath and stepped up to the door of Joe’s apartment. Tonight was the night that Joe and I would probably kiss. It had been a week or so since we officially met in his kitchen. Since yesterday we hadn’t spoken much about what almost happened, only texted about the details confirming our plans for today. I was coming over for dinner, and to continue the movie we were cut short on yesterday. As well as the other thing we were interrupted on. I wasn’t sure if I would even be able to eat anything, my stomach was so full of butterflies. But I mustered up the courage and knocked twice. He was probably in the kitchen prepping for dinner, so he opened the door almost immediately.

“Hey baby,” he said, pulling me into a hug with one arm, as the other hand was holding a wooden spoon. I blushed at the nickname, which sounded so sweet coming from his mouth.

“What’s with the uh--” I gestured to the blue checkered apron that he was wearing, holding back a chuckle.

“Oh you know, didn’t want to get pasta sauce on my nice clean shirt. Plus, it makes me look sexy, no?” This time I let out the chuckle. He was wearing a nice white button down, sleeves rolled up to his elbows to avoid splash back from the tomato sauce.

“That’s quite a bold move, cooking sauce with a white shirt on.” I said, entering the kitchen, smelling the sauce bubbling on the stove.

“You’re right. I should just strip down now, much safer.” he said with a wink, making me blush once again.

“And she stepped on the ball.” Joe said, concluding his story, as we had moved to the couch after dinner.

“Wow, that sure is something,” I said in between laughs. “Thanks for the wine by the way. It really classes things up.” I sipped on my white wine, thankful that we had talked about alcohol preferences already when we were getting to know each other.

“Don’t thank me, thank Ben. It’s his.” Joe said jokingly. While Ben was the one who bought it, Joe specifically requested it for this occasion. 

“Thanks Ben!” I called to the apartment.

“No use, he’s not home.” Joe said, setting his wine glass down on the coffee table. “Neither is Gwil.”

I took a deep breath, also setting down my glass, though I really just wanted to grip onto it for dear life. “Well then, please make sure to thank him for me when he returns…” I said, voice quivering a bit.

“Oh I will.” Joe said, voice also different. It was about an octave deeper than I had ever heard it before. He inched closer to me, placing a hand on my thigh. This caused me to inhale sharply, looking up at him over the rims of my glasses. I bit my lower lip nervously. That’s when Joe leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. It was chaste and sweet, and when I didn’t react by getting up and running away, he pressed his lips to mine once again. His hand moved up my thigh, onto my waist, pulling me closer to him as he deepened the kiss, parting my lips with his tongue. I allowed him access, feeling our tongues running over each other’s, feeling his quickening breath on my cheeks. Suddenly, his other hand grabbed my far thigh, and pulled me into a straddling position on his lap.

“Wait, wait--” I said breathlessly.

“What? What’s wrong? Did I put too much garlic in the sauce? Is this terrible for you?” He asked, frowning comically.

“No, that’s not it,” I laughed, placing a hand on his chest and swallowing for a moment. His heart was pounding, as was mine. “It’s just...I’ve never...done this before.” I admitted, looking down, avoiding his gaze.

“Never done what, make out before? Well you’re pretty damn good at it.” Joe said, rubbing his hands up and down the outside of my thighs.

“No, I’ve...I’ve never had sex before.” I said, whispering the last part.

“Well honey, this ain’t it…” Joe laughed, trying to make eye contact with me, who was still avoiding his eyes.

“Yeah but...it’s getting there.” I said, placing my hand pointedly on the bulge in the front of his pants, which I was dangerously close to sitting directly on.

“Ooh, fuck, don’t start something you can’t finish now…” he inhaled sharply through gritted teeth, eyelids fluttering shut as his head lolled back a bit onto the couch.

“I know, I know,” I said, retracting my hand apologetically. “I want to, it’s just...it’s a long story, I just don’t exactly want to get into it right now…”

“Michaela, don’t worry about it. I’m not gonna make you do anything you don’t want to do.” he said sweetly, moving his hands up to my back, rubbing gently to calm me down.

“I mean...I want to do this…” I said, placing my arms around his neck, playing gently with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Well, let’s fucking do it then.” he said, leaning back in to kiss me once more, but stopped short. “I mean...make out, y’know. Not like, DO IT do it, I just mean, like--”

“Shut up and kiss me Joey.” I laughed at his nervous bumbling, before pulling his head forward and kissing his still parted lips.

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[inthedayswhenlandswerefew]

💕 Self-love time! Talk about which ones of YOUR creations (edits, artworks, fanfics or a fanfic chapter or a scene or an arc) you enjoy the most, for whatever reason. Send to other creators to do the same if you wish. 💕

(Emphasis on if you wish)

This is such a cool Ask but questions like this always stress me out because my fics really are like my babies and I love them all so much, albeit for very different reasons! 😂

I suppose that for this particular Ask, I'll choose to highlight North To The Future. It was such a weird concept (Aegon fics were uncommon enough back then, but add in a 1999 AU in Alaska?? With a serial killer??? Like what????) and I remember right before I posted the first chapter telling myself not to be disappointed if it received barely any attention. I'm not someone who cares a lot about notes numbers, but I DO care about engagement, meaning that if I get 100 notes but lots of comments/DMs/Asks/homemade memes then I'm far happier than if I'd gotten 500 notes without much demonstrated emotional investment from readers. I really steeled myself to not get feedback on NTTF because I thought it was just too niche a concept.

Lo and behold, we got a great little community together of people who were SUPER into the world of Appletini, Aegon, the Ice Fisher, and the rest of Juneau. It was such a great experience and to this day, I regularly get notifications from people who stumble across NTTF and fall in love with it (despite usually having initial hesitation about the concept!).

Writing NTTF reminded me a lot of when I wrote Baby You Were My Picket Fence for the BoRhap fandom years ago in 2019. The two fics had similar vibes and engagement from readers, and I think of them as sister fics, in the same way that I think of Now I'm Covered In You as being very thematically similar to But You Can Never Leave. It's neat to reminisce on past stories even in the midst of discovering new ones.

[mightyfineblog]

Joe Mazzello in my new Mob!AU fan fiction

With mad accounting skills, Joe is on the ‘clean’ side of the gang. He is responsible for everything that involves money, eg everything. And he shoots. There’s a number of bodies behind his back.

Check out the rest of the cast for my Mob!Au fanfiction