#fanfic ao3

[suvochi]

Quiero compartir un pequeño fragmento que dibujé de un fanfic #GinHiji que me gustó mucho 🤗💚 espero les guste también, y se animen a leer la historia 🍓🚬

Nombre: Love Killers

Estado: Finalizado - 6 capitulos

Idioma: inglés

Plataforma lectura: AO3

Enlace: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47619751

(El dibujo es parte de una escena del capítulo número 2)

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Diálogos en español:

H: Ni una sola pista sobre el caso.

G: ¡Vaya, Toshirou-kun!

Si quisieras abrazar tanto a Gin-san, podrías haberlo pedido

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H: ¡No te vi allí!

G: Ah, no seas así, Toshirou-kun

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G: No tienes por qué avergonzarte por querer abrazar a Gin-san. Quiero decir, lo entiendo completamente. Gin-san es el mejor protagonista shonen de todos los tiempos.

G: Cualquiera querría un abrazo de mi parte.

H: ¿Qué estaba pasando con él?

[chiaracognigniart]

TDIOBCB challenge - day 7:

First Meeting - The Wedding of Prince Viserys and Larra Roagre in the Throne Room

"Many years later, the prince, reminiscing about how he and his wife had first encountered each other, would confess to his children, not without a blush, that even before laying eyes on her, the words Larra wrote during those years were enough to make him fall completely in love with her. He almost dismissed the revelation of her true appearance as playing any significant role in his infatuation. According to Prince Viserys, it was the eloquence and magnetic personality of his then-fiancée that enchanted him to the extent that concerns about her beauty took a back seat. Whether this is the whole truth remains uncertain; however, it is worth noting that the marriage between Prince Viserys and Larra Rogare, though not initially under the most auspicious circumstances, evolved into a great love story that culminated in a long and happy union. If, before the arrival of his promised bride, the mind of the young prince was primarily occupied with the company of beautiful courtesans and high-born prostitutes, from the moment the stunning Lyseni maiden graced King's Landing, no other woman crossed the threshold of the young man's bedroom except her. This continued until her demise in 165 AC. Every ounce of his energy, both physical and mental, from the day of their marriage, was devoted solely to his wife. She, no longer a girl, possessed not only extraordinary intelligence and culture but also breathtaking beauty, affirming the reality that the most beautiful women in the known world indeed hailed from Lys. Their union stood as a testament to the enduring power of love. Still, even if, want to believe him for the sake of historical honesty, I must report the multiple testimonies of some members of the court, present at this marriage at the time, who claim that the newlywed groom, who had never seen his bride before the ceremony, remained anything but indifferent to her appearance. According to them, during the grand entrance of the noblewoman, who arrived in the castle's Sept dressed in an exquisite and lightweight gown made entirely of golden silk that vividly revealed the perfect curves of her womanly form, accompanied by her fifteen ladies-in-waiting, the groom, was so dazzled by her dazzling beauty, that he needed to be supported by his brother Aegon to prevent himself from falling on the spot from sheer emotion. The young prince, who had always been famous for being an easygoing lad, remained dumbfounded in front of her like a statue of salt throughout the ceremony, unable to find the words to express his wonder, to the point that, for a whole minute, he mistakenly recited the marriage formula almost three times before starting to recite his vows correctly. It seems that the young prince was not the only one to be astonished by the entrance of the new princess. The same witnesses claim that even Prince Daemon was amazed by his new daughter-in-law, as evidenced by the widening of his eyes. During the celebration, he went so far as to congratulate his son conspiratorially, calling him "the luckiest man in the Seven Kingdoms."

- from TDIOBCB chapter 1

(warning: these illustrations are inspired by an AU Divergence and have nothing to do with canon (book or tv show) events and are not meant to be reposted outside of their contest)

[eri3ne]

its so hard for me to not project onto characters when I'm writing fanfic...likeeeeeee someones gonna be dyslexic, someones gonna have an ED someones gonna be autistic. its just not in my control. and then its all "that's not how the character would act" but guess what????? idonotcare.

[escapeinmybookshelf]

Cover art by @artofcrumbs Draco Malfoy begins his new career as the Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts. Two years after he began teaching, a newly appointed Charms Professor Hermione Granger joins the faculty. Smutty one shot.

[amisti]

Is This Entertaining? in ao3

“One of the most exciting nights of the year, the Tributes Parade at the City Centre. Don’t you love how the stylists, they so clearly are able to reflect the character of each District? I can’t get enough.

Oh, District 4, over there, looking adorable representing the fisherman. And behind them we got two power plant workers and the- wait, what is that in the background?

Oh, now see that? I love that! Two young people, holding hands up, saying I’m proud I come from District 12! We won’t be overlooked! I love that! People are sure to be paying attention to them right now

Just one way to describe them. W-O-W

All these year’s tributes shine in their own way but in a surprising turn of events, this year District 12 have outshine them all.

Stay tuned Panem, I’m sure you won’t want to miss a second of this year’s 74th version of the Hunger Games!”

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FOURTH CHAPTER IS OUT! Is This Entertaining? in AO3

Find the series in AO3: Hunger Games but make it superbat by Amisti

[kalolasfantasyworld]

The SMIRK, the WINE, the DRESS... the side-eye

Finally a fitting illustration for the Royal Banquet in chapter 7 of Paper Hearts.

Nozel's outfit was based on an amazing art by @kurorohorumuHN on twitter.

Helena's dress design is my own ❤️

[revelry-in-severity]

Ch 24: It's party time

Keep reading at your own peril (idk I think it's obvious who some people might be, but I am also the one writing it soooo, definitely after chapter though)

[official-banetteeye]

I posted a Kurt Wagner x Male Reader 18+ one shot on ao3 if anyone is interested.

[springbox19]

Any fanfics I had on there will be gone when I'm done with school

[cxncri]

only ones who know [suna x reader]

summary: you and suna get stuck in an elevator while going to get midnight snacks, and the two of you realize something important. cross-posted on ao3 as well!

word count: 1,056

author’s note: this was one of my first fics, i apologize for any mistakes! i hope you all like it :)

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the lights of the elevator flicker once, twice, and go out with a pop!

right after you’re able to process this, the elevator stops abruptly and you’re jolted to the ground. you yelp, completely unprepared for that entire sequence of events.

“what- hello??”

“suna??”

you blink, eyes adjusting to the darkness. it’s one thing to have an elevator break down, and another to have the power go out. both of these things happening was just unfortunate.

“are you good?” if you didn’t know any better, you would say he sounds shaken up. despite it being a small space, you feel lost, and the faint glow of the emergency light isn’t bright enough to see anything.

“yeah, i’m okay. a little spooked, but nothing too bad.” you put your hand on the floor to steady yourself and grimaced, trying not to think of what could’ve possibly been on this floor in the past.

“what about you? are you okay?” you ask, leaning against the wall. you’re suddenly aware of the fact that you’re trapped in such a small place with him, and your heart starts to race. you shake your head, choosing to focus on the most important thing: getting out of here and back to the room.

“it’s dark.” typical suna.

“great observation, smartass.”

“fine, yeah, i’m fine. so, we’re probably stuck in here for a while. the storm must’ve been worse than i thought.” he sounds tired, more so than usual. “yeah… do you have your phone with you? we should probably call someone for help.”

he groaned. “shit. no, i left it with the rest of my stuff in the room. i didn’t think i would need it, but uh, my mistake.”

to be fair, you were out on a midnight snack raid, completely unprepared for an entire power outage. still, it was unlike him to not bring his phone, and horribly ironic that he didn’t have it the one time you needed it.

“hmm… let’s see…” you think out loud, trying to think of the best way to get out of this elevator. coming up short, you sit back, stumped. with no phone, no way to get help, and no ideas, you’ll probably just have to wait this one out.

“we could press the emergency button, that’ll probably do something??” smart. you hadn’t even considered that, and you’re suddenly thankful for the other person here stuck in here with you.

“oh yeah! good idea!” you move towards where your best guess of the elevator button is, reaching out to touch the wall. instead of the wall, to your surprise, your hand is met with what feels to be fabric. surprised, you pitch forward, landing on top of (what is hopefully) suna. you both pause for a second, and then you scramble, trying to get off of him as fast as you possibly can.

“sorry, sorry! i was looking for the button, i’m so sorry!” your face feels hot and you’re so, so flustered.

“geez, y/n, you’re not the type i would expect to get handsy in such a crisis!” he’s just teasing, like he always does. there’s a somewhat-suppressed laugh in his tone, and you’re so glad you can’t see his face right now.

“i didn’t- hey- geez! it was an accident!” your face is probably way past flushed by now. if it was anyone else you would’ve brushed it off, but with suna? no way. you’ve been best friends since you were kids, and you’ve liked him for years. hell, you were even roommates, and he still had no clue. despite how many hints you’ve tried to drop and signs you’ve tried your best to give him, he’s always been oblivious to them. you’ve learned to live with this by now, accepting it for what it was.

“just messing with you. the button is over here, anyway.” see, you had the right direction, just a little uh, off-target. you hear a click, and you assume he pushed the button. you both wait for a second, hesitantly expecting something, but nothing happens. “well, shit. that didn’t work. since we’re gonna be here for a bit, you mind if i stretch out? it’s not easy being in such a cramped space with my height.”

“oh- yeah, that’s fine, take as much space as needed.” you scoot, trying to move out of his way. “alright,” he yawns. “cool.” you hear him shuffle around, getting situated. hugging your knees, you rock back and forth, getting tired as well. you sigh, fighting a yawn. eventually, you give in.

“suna…?” you ask, softly, “are you asleep yet?” his response back is quick. “nope. it’s actually kinda difficult to sleep on an elevator floor. why?”

again, you sigh, unzipping your hoodie for the greater good. “here, use this.” you toss it in his general direction, and you hear a thump and a muffled “thanks,” so you assume he got it. he shuffles again, and then pauses. “wait, y/n, do you wanna lay down over here too-? like, there’s enough room and all…” he trails off, waiting for an answer.

you scoot yourself over to him again. “uh, sure, i mean, if you’re sure there’s enough room, that sounds great-“

“c’mere.” his arm wraps around you and you let him pull you next to him. your hoodie underneath you isn’t much, but it’s better than laying on the bare floor.

you could feel his body next to yours, warm and comforting, and it put you at ease. “thanks…” you mumble, embarrassed once again. your eyelids grow heavy, and you shut them, this time letting sleep take over. suna’s breaths grow slower, and you assume he’s gone to sleep.

right before you doze off, you’re aware of his arm curling around your waist. “suna-?” you whisper, surprised by it. “shhh,” he whispers. “just go to sleep.”

you smile, because for a midnight snack run, this wasn’t too bad. you wrap your arms around him, feeling safe here, in this small space.

feeling brave, or maybe just tired, you rest your head against his chest, and for a second he doesn’t move. you contemplate moving, because what if you took it too far, and before you can do anything you feel him pull you close to him. you feel so fragile here, so delicate.

“goodnight. sleep well.”

“goodnight. you too.”

[moodymooon]

been wanting to read ahb but ik theres a mcd but when i read cr THAT DOESNT HAVE MCD I was hyperventilating,sobbing and screaming in a pillow. so im not so sure now

[chiaracognigniart]

TDIOBCB challenge - day 4:

Platonic Love - Rhaena the Charming and Daeron the Darling

The matrimonial union between Rhaena and Daeron Targaryen—offspring born from the loins of adversarial factions—defied all expectations, blossoming into an unexpectedly blissful alliance marked by authentic affection and an unyielding connection. Both niece and uncle seemed to share an innate understanding, their kindred spirits embodied in a shared jovial and amiable nature, coupled with an affinity for revelry and banquets. Yet, irrespective of these familial bonds, as previously alluded, the paramount love in Rhaena's life appeared to be not her spouse but her sworn protector and enduring childhood confidant, Ser Addam Velaryon. Whispers of him being the actual progenitor of her youngest progeny, Rhaegal, circulated despite Prince Daeron's prompt disavowal, who officially recognized the child as his own and nurtured him accordingly.

- from TDIOBCB chapter 1

(warning: these illustrations are inspired by an AU Divergence and have nothing to do with canon (book or tv show) events and are not meant to be reposted outside of their contest)

[eri3ne]

we could have been us

You idiot, we could’ve been us

We could have been us

But hadn’t they been? For centuries, millennia even, they had been well…them. Aziraphale and Crowley. Especially for the past two years they had been together all the time, spending nearly every waking moment side by side. And even before then, they’d just pop up into each other's lives whenever they wanted or needed. Crowley could hardly remember a time when he and Aziraphale hadn’t been there for one another.

And now, he was alone. His only friend in the world had left him. His angel had left him.

And the worst part? Aziraphale hadn’t just left. He tried to take Crowley with him, and tried to get him to come back. To work for Heaven. Why the hell would he want that? They had been happy in their own little corner of the world and together. An Angel and a Demon but neither lived quite by the rules and now Aziraphale uprooted both of their lives and became the Supreme Archangel of Heaven. Wasn’t that against everything they stood for. They were an Angel and a Demon on their own side. Not heaven not hell, just Aziraphale and Crowly. But now, Aziraphale was with heaven once again.

And he still went even after Crowley had poured his entire heart out. He finally worked up the nerve to kiss him. Why didn’t he stay? What did Crowley do wrong? What the fuck?

Now, Crowley found himself across the street from the bookshop looking at the spot where Aziraphale and Metatron had just gone up to Heaven. He didn’t even know what to do with himself. So he just stood there, leaning against the Bentley, trying to figure out what to do next.

He looked around, Maggie was behind the counter at the record store and Nina was serving people coffee, Muriel was outside the bookshop. How dare she? Everything was just as it had been last time he’d been out here. Everyone was acting like everything was the same, like everything was alright, like the world hadn’t just changed forever. Crowley’s best friend, the man that he loved, was gone and no one cared. No one even knew. No one would ever know.

So, Crowley got in his car, and he just went. Went where? Anywhere but here. Anywhere he wouldn’t have to think about Aziraphale and all he had lost in the last hour. So, he put his foot on the gas, the radio at max volume and turned whenever he got too used to the road he was on.

He was doing a pretty good job at drowning out his emotions, when a certain song came on. All You Need Is Love by The Beatles. Because of course it was, one of few “modern” songs Crowley could think of that Aziraphale truly enjoyed, and a song about love. As if it wasn't enough that the demon had lost his angel, the universe was playing some cruel joke on him. Which should be impossible, he designed the damned thing. And yet here he was.

This was simply the last straw. Crowley pulled off to the side of the road and broke down. He cried, he screamed, he hit shit. But the real kicker is, Crowley cried. It was the first time in a while that he let himself have a good and proper cry. And it had been even longer since Aziraphale wasn't there to help him through it. He wasn't sure how long he had been there, it felt like something in between a few seconds and a few hours. But Crowley found himself curled up in a ball in his passenger seat, fresh out of tears to cry, shaking, and struggling to breath.

It was moments like these when Crowley wished he could die. He wished he could stop feeling. Particularly this feeling, he wasn’t quite sure what to call it, but it was just about the worst thing Crowley ever felt. And you would think that by now, Crowley would know how to not feel like this, or at least to make it not so bad. But he had always had Aziraphale to help him to make him feel better and keep breathing. Now though, he was all on his own, and he had no idea what to do. So he sat there in his passenger seat for at least an hour, doing all he could to get his breath back to a usual pattern and just generally calm himself back down.

Soon enough he was back on the road, his breath still a little shaky and his body still a little weak.

Crowley had absolutely no clue where he was going until he got there. The only place that really brought him comfort, but also the very place he was trying to get away from. He found himself right in front of the book shop five hours later. Not entirely trusting himself to drive much more, Crowley walked across the street and into Give Me Coffee or Give Me Death. He went straight to a table, not wanting to have to deal with people. But almost immediately, and it truly seemed as though she could read his thoughts and was trying to spite him, Nina showed up at his table.

“No.” he said before she got the chance to ask what he wanted, or God Forbid a much noisier question.

“What can I get you, Sir.”

“I already said no.” he felt like he was about to snap.

“Well then, I hate to break it to ya mister, but if you're not gonna have a coffee… you’re gonna have to leave,” she said, as sweet as she could. But Crowley didn’t reply. “Look,” she was no longer attempting to sweet talk him into listening. She knew it wouldn’t work. “I don’t know why you're moping around in a corner all alone. But I’ve got paying customers that could be drinking coffee they paid for at this table, which as I’m sure you're aware, is not what’s happening at this table.”

And at this point, Crowley is getting pissed. But he decides it’s best just to order a coffee. “Black coffee, hot.” He mutters, almost whispering.

“What was that?” Nina teases.

“Oh you heard me!” Crowley hisses. Nina leaves to get his and the other patrons orders. And Crowley is left alone with his thoughts, yet again.

Even in the bustling coffee shop, Crowley feels utterly alone. He truly had no place to go. In the past, when he was unable to return to hell, he had slept in his car in the nights and visited Aziraphale in the bookshop during the days. But now, he still could not return to hell and there was no one he might visit.

And it was at this moment that Crowley realized he doesn’t have any friends. He had no one. He was a demon all alone in the world, just as he should have been. And he had absolutely no clue how to cope with it.

And oh, here he goes again.

He’s not crying this time.

Or at least he doesn’t think he is.

But he can’t quite breathe properly.

And the walls are closing in on him.

And-

“Here you are,” and here Nina was, coffee in hand. Breaking Crowley out of a spiral. “Hot black coffee.” she smiles.

“Thanks,” Crowley replied. He wasn’t sure what else to say, but Nina stayed there, just looking at him. So he looked straight back at her.

“So where’s your f-” She started.

“No.” Crowley snapped, cutting her off.

“Yes, actually. Where is your friend?” Now, Nina isn’t usually one to pry, but this topic was of particular interest to her. These two men had meddled in her love life, so she felt it was only fair for her to do the same to them.

“Gone.” he whispered. And this time, Nina truly could not hear him.

“What was that?” She tried to sound as kind as possible. Which was…not her strong suit, but this guy seemed like he needed some kindness right about now.

“He’s gone.” Crowley said again, this time a little louder, and trying a little harder to hold back the tears that were ever so persistently forming in the corners of his eyes. And this time Nina doesn’t respond. Crowley is looking down at his table so he thinks she might have left. That is, of course, until he feels her slide into the seat next to him, and place a hand on his shoulder.

“I am so, so sorry.” she tells him softly. Crowley turns his head to face her but he still can't meet her eyes. And only now, when he’s finally realized that he’s not all alone, he lets the tears come. And come they do, it's like the floodgates have opened. And Crowley just sits there, with a near stranger. Crying and being comforted.

Maybe Crowley lost the love of his life.

But, maybe that doesn’t mean that the world has to end.

Sure, he’s gonna be sad, and pissed off, and all those other negative feelings about it. But he supposed that those feelings just have to happen, because if he tries to stop them, every day could be just as bad as today was. And, while Crowley doesn’t know what's next, the world will keep on turning. No matter how bad he wishes it would stop.

In the middle of Crowley's stream of thoughts, Nina has gotten up from where she was sitting next to him and she says, “Welp, I’ve got to get back to working. But, if you need anything, anything at all, I’m here. Just come and get me and I’ll do all I can.” She squeezes Crowley's shoulder, and heads off.

We could have been us. Crowley thinks. We could have been us, but you left me, to do God knows what up in Heaven.

And maybe they would have the chance to be “them” again. After whatever Aziraphale was doing up there was over and done with. If he ever decided to come back to Earth, Crowley would be there waiting for him. Willing and able to do whatever Aziraphale wanted. Barring, of course, going with him to Heaven.

But until then, if “then” ever comes, Crowley will just have to make it to the next day. And then the next and the next. He’ll try to get on with life. But he knew that hurt he felt when Aziraphale left, would never entirely go away.

[escapeinmybookshelf]

My Deflower Draco submission is now live! Read this and some amazing other authors in the Deflower Draco 2024 fic fest collection. My entry is a one shot fic under 3k words & rated E for smut.

Synopsis: Auror partners Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger have had a long day in the field and come back to the Ministry to deal with paperwork. She volunteers to help him with his workload.

[amisti]

Jim Gordon as Haymitch because why not <3

since im an artist, i make fanart for my own fic because im a fan of me

with this one i wanted to play with the colours and give it that colourful yet lifeless look that the movie manages to give the Capitol, it's such an interesting colourgrading

Is This Entertaning? in ao3 it's ongoing but obviously so good <3

[kalolasfantasyworld]

Illustration for chapter 14. The Burn of Paper Hearts.