#fanfic wip

[meowmeowriley]

Is there a fic for rabbit shifter ghost? I’ve really enjoyed seeing you talk about him and I was wondering if you’ve written anything :)))

There isn't quite yet, but keep them peepers peepled 👀 cause I'm working on it! ❤

I'll post a link here as soon as the first chapter goes up, it'll be called Watership Down-Bad

I'm really excited for this one 😁

[vavandeveresfan]

Writing yet another WIP to add to your unfinished AO3 pile.

[ineffectualdemon]

WIP where like 7 year old Shang Qinghua yells at a fully grown Demon King and a teenage Demon Prince about their failures as people and guardians and then pats the head of a 6 year old Demon Prince and kicks them out of his house in a fit of emotional dysregulation due to being in a 7 year old body and still kinda processing dying

When this instead of resulting in dying (again) results in being adopted by the Mobei clan and kinda fawned over (he gets the current Mobei Jun to fix his roof) he decides to keep rolling with this "Read Powerful Demons for Filth" approach despite being a literal child and very squishy because if nothing else his new best friend and his family will protect him and his big mouth

The Demon realm as a whole loves him

A powerful demon comes home from visiting the north and is like: "Shang Hua told me to fuck off once. It was great!"

[sak-supernatural]

AO3 makes my brain garbage ideas look so professional and clean. How does my rambling turn into that nice looking presentable story? It’s wild how much more motivated I am to do something with an idea if I make it into a draft on AO3 to see what my fic looks like as it comes together (also helps that I then have a deadline before it’s deleted). This is why I could never write a book, I’m too used to the validation I get from posting chapters as I go on long works.

[rexonalapis]

if hyv won't give wriothesley his tea, I'll do it myself

[halfdeadfullgay]

404 - Title Not Found (Pt 3) WIP

Part 2 - Tumblr

Ao3

Summary: Jason learns just a bit more about the guy who feels familiar while doing laundry.

Danny sees Laundry Guy at the gala and wants to avoid him because it’s not everyday people from Crime Alley go to Wayne galas but amazing Fenton luck strikes.

AN PLEASE READ FIRST: As always this is crack, this is a whole crack fic; and I play fast and loose with DC&DP cannon. Ignore any out of character writing(mainly Vald and Bruce). Also this is a WIP, this is strictly a work in progress and not the final product. I just wanted to post something while working on this fic and other stuff and this won the vote.

Final things before the actual fic:

Kinda/slow Vald redemption aka still an asshole but one you can deal with

Danny - Quarter Guy

Jason - Laundry Guy

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Jason immediately knew that the other wasn’t from Gotham. No one just offered anything without an immediate confirmation that they would get something in return. At least that’s how it was in Crime Alley. He and the other held small talk while they were doing their laundry.

“You just offer quarters to people?” He said sarcastically only to have an actual answer in return. “Only the cute people.” The other said with a somewhat joking tone and wink.

“Uh huh. What’s ya name? I didn’t catch it.” Jason wouldn’t directly admit but this guy had peaked his interest even more.

“Well, I didn’t throw it.” The guy answered with a smile that felt sarcastic with just a bit of wanting chaos.

The topic changed to other things. He learned that Quarter Guy had moved to Crime Alley awhile back, he didn’t give a clear reason why; “Just thought it’d be a good change of pace.”

He also learned that Quarter Guy was going to some kind of event with his godfather; saying that even though he agreed to go, he could still complain. And god did he complain but nothing sounded too bad. “He’s just a fruitloop, I wouldn’t doubt him trying to use me to get secrets from the other people.”

Jason didn’t share any too personal information; besides it just being out of sceret identity and such but it would also feel weird to. Jason did complain about how he was more or less forced into agreeing to go to the Wayne gala, only not sharing that it was a gala or that it was a Wayne event.

“Maybe we end up at the same event.” Quarter Guy, who still didn’t tell Jason his name, joked. His laundry had been done before his own. Quarter Guy left with a smile that only made him want to figure out why he felt familiarly even more. Jason was more curious about this guy than before but decided to hold off on figuring out more about it.

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It was just meant as a joke. Danny really did mean as a joke but just his fucking luck(or honestly he was expecting CW to be the cause in some way), he was now looking at the guy he gave quarters to a day or two pior. He was standing next to the snack table, avoiding Vald so he didn’t have to worry about talking to other rich people he didn’t trust. The snacks didn’t look good in any sense of the word, why did he expect rich people to know what good snacks look and taste like.

He was thinking about texting Sam to complain, knowing that she would say I told you so but he noticed the guy from his apartment building was there. It took a second to recgionze him since he seemed more put together and dressed nicer, but it was him. Danny wouldn’t have questioned it too much if the guy wasn’t standing next to Bruce Wayne but he was. Danny didn’t need to know any more rich people in his life but life(or probably CW) had other plans.

He noticed that the guy hadn’t seemed to see him yet. Danny moved away from the snack table, going opposite from Wayne and the Laundry Guy; mainly focusing on staying hidden but a voice called him. “Daniel!” It wasn’t loud, at least it wasn’t to humans. It had just enough of a hint of ghost speak to have Danny turn to look. Of course when he had his back turned, Vald had to go and speak to Bruce Wayne. The amazing Fenton luck stuck again.“Come over, I’ve hardly seen you since we’ve arrived.”

Danny held back a sigh and eye roll as he went over to Vald and Wayne; which also meant Laundry Guy. He had felt Wayne’s eyes on him as he went over, Laundry Guy hadn’t seemed to notice or frankly care enough to look. He looked at Bruce. He knew of “Brucie” Wayne and had wondered if it was just a persona like when Vald used to pretend to be niceish to his dad. He side eyed Laundry Guy, who didn’t look at him at all.

“You didn’t tell me you had a so-“ Bruce started with a hint of curiosity. Danny was quick to cut him off. “He didn’t because I’m not.” That’s what finally got Laundry Guy’s attention, he looked at Danny for a second and Danny already knew that he recognized him. “Daniel, that was rude.” Vald looked at him before going back to Bruce. “I apologize for him but he is right. He’s my godson.” Vald said, leaving it to Danny to introduce himself.

“Yes, I do apologize for cutting you off like that.” Danny started. He used the tone he would use with some of the ghost nobles. It was a bit forced but relatively kind. He’d hate to admit and never would out loud but he learned it from Vald. “It’s alright, I understand how words hold meaning.” He noticed how it sounded more real(?) than “Brucie” usually did.

He just nodded before continuing, “Okay. I’ll introduce myself before Vald tries to.” Danny made his tone sound just a bit joking. He felt Laundry Guy’s full attention on him. He smiled, a little fake and a little smug. “I’m Danny Fenton and as Vald said, I am his godson.”

[daydreamvalley]

Constance Springer…in my delulu mind 💐(his only war crime is being too pretty).

[deeversuswords]

a/n: no inspiration? take a shower (joking, or maybe not?). ended up drafting a 3.6k words oneshot that'll probably end up not as one, but two chapters, and I'm so excited about it.

so, here's a small peek at this bakugou katsuki x reader, exes to lovers (there'll be two smut scenes too 👀). hoping my words flow 'cause damn are they letting me down with my wip long fic...

When Katsuki had lost you, he had lost and never felt like he won anymore. When you had walked out through the door, belongings packed, you took a fundamental part of himself with you. Two years later, and his ability to love another was nowhere to be found. He functioned. Crawled through life and achieved. But not once did he stop looking for the traces of you. Still, his efforts were in vain. He never found you again.

The universe refused to answer that one burning wish he had for reasons he no longer understood. Was he bound to feel like this forever? Empty in your absence? Cold when another warmed his bed? Incomplete, despite being almost certain that someone out there had to fit with him? A torment. Every single fucking day. From morning to night, night to morning. Awake or lost in dreams—better yet, nightmares. He dreamed of you so often, his subconscious rubbing the what-ifs in his face. He should’ve kicked his fear of losing you to the curb and showed you off to the whole world instead. Like you deserved. Years and years, he had boasted of being strong, as being the best. Yet when it came to you, he was weak. Weak because life taught him early on how fleeting it could be. One moment here, gone in the next. That thought was rooted in his subconscious, and while it wasn’t an excuse, it made him act out more times than he could count. “I don’t understand. Why can’t we be seen together without all this stupid disguise?” you would ask and his response would always be the same pathetic excuse, “You wanna paint a target on your back that bad?” And you would give him this confused look that never failed to feel like a gut punch before saying, “…I can take care of myself, Kat. You made sure of it. Besides, you’d never let anything happen to me.” "What if I'm not there? What if I am and you end up getting hurt because I didn't see it coming?" would be his argument that rang true to both of you. But it was those what-ifs that bred insecurities, and before he knew it, with tear-stained cheeks and in a small voice, you had said, “I’m just not enough for you, Katsuki. I tried and I failed. I’m tired.” He, too, had tried to stop you, to express his fear. You refused to listen, too fed up with him, too sick of being his “dirty little secret” as you so bluntly put it. His “dirty little secret” you remained for he never talked about you with anyone. Not his parents, not his friends. His heartbreak was his and his only, and Katsuki gladly succumbed to it. He deserved the punishment—to drown in regrets and shame. Katsuki hurt you, his missing half, his person who loved him for him. So, when whatever the hell aligned so that behind the door where his hookup for the night was supposed to be stood you, the last two years flashed before his very eyes. And then, he could swear his whole fucking world exploded in color and light; though, that might’ve just been his heart finally, finally beating in the now.

[bloodcanbehot]

Dancing With Our Hands Tied

Anthony Lockwood x f!reader

Content: angst, kissing, bit of fluff?

Warnings: some curse words, but other than that none (kinda proof read)

Characters: Anthony Lockwood, (Y/N) Kipps and one mention of Quill Kipps (not directly his name). Also one or two mentions of the golden blade

Word count: 1.011 (according to word)

A/N: Just a heads up before you read, this scene is from a lockwood fanfic that I'm working on, the fanfic is with an oc but I changed it to y/n to post it here. Is this basically that scene after the auction with Lockwood and Lucy but in here y/n kisses Lockwood? Yes, leave me alone.

Enjoy

(here's their almost kiss if your interested)

I promise, he'd said before letting go of her hand and the cold water of the river hitting her skin brought her back to reality.

She felt him fall onto the water a bit later, grabbing her to get to the surface. She gasped for air, swimming away from his embrace and crawling to shore.

She laid there, gazing the stars on the sky and trying to make her heartbeat calm down with her mind. The image of her fist or palm on Lockwood’s face was helping a bit.

She saw him getting out of the water of the corner of her eye, falling next to her for a moment with a heavy sound.

“I promised, didn’t I?” he breathed out. She could even hear his smile. His annoying smile.

She wanted to punch him.

“Are you stupid?” she yelled, sitting up in one go and making her sight go spotty for a second as she did it “I know you're Anthony Bloody Lockwood and all but that was... fucking mental!”

He got up too “(y/n) listen-”

“No, you listen!” she snapped back “That wasn’t just stupid, it was… fucking reckless! And I understand crazy plans, I do! But I'm not the one who jumped from the top of a building! Twice!”

“Actually, three times but the first time was a house so I don't think it counts-”

(y/n)’s eyes opened wide “What?” she said “No, you know what? I don’t wanna know” she started walking away, hugging herself to somehow shield her freezing skin from the wind.

She heard his steps trail behind her, his dress-shoes hitting the small rocks from the river. She didn’t even want to imagine how she looked like. Mascara running down her cheeks, because of her tears or the water from the river, she didn’t know; her wet hair felt heavy, her new dress too, she only wanted to hide under the warm covers of her bed and forget all about this night. About the mission, about the fight, about everything.

About Anthony-fucking-Lockwood.

“(y/n) wait, oh god you’re fast” he finally caught up to her fast and heavy steps. She had learned from older agents under the agency to not just walk well on heels, but also fight with them on, “please”

There was that plead again, the one he had used on her last time they encountered that golden blade-bitch. She didn’t know why his begging caused her to stop, but she did.

She turned around, the knot on her throat growing back before she could even speak “I hate you”

“And you have every right to”

“You dropped me onto the fucking river!”

“I had a plan, things went wrong, I didn’t want you to get hurt” he explained.

“I can protect myself just fine!” she yelled.

“Yes, you can!” he yelled back “but you would also step in front of me and the blade, I would never forgive myself for that!”

“From the moment he appeared I knew the plan was fucked, but no, you risked it, again" she said “What were you gonna do? Fight him? You were going to die! Do you think I could forgive myself if that happened?” and I wasn’t there, she thought as she pushed him “Your sight might be great but you sure are blind when it comes to-”

“When it comes to what?” he cut her off, taking another step closer.

My feelings.

“You know what” she said instead “you think you're so good, you think you're the next big shit, but you’re just reckless, a reckless coward”

That what he needed, a punch to his ego.

“I’m not a coward”

“Then look at me in the eye and tell me how you feel” she almost whispered, feeling her hands shake at the thought of his answer “look at me in the eye and tell me you didn’t understand what I told you back at the library”

He didn’t say anything, and even when (y/n) thought she’d had enough, his silence was the last straw.

“I’m done” she said “I’m so done with you, if you want someone to help you with a case, call anyone else, not me! Call my brother for all I care!” she started walking away again, getting closer and closer to the steps leading to the street.

“(y/n) please-”

“No, don’t you ‘(y/n) please’ me” she yelled, not even bothering to turn around to look at him, missing just for a moment how he got closer before he grabbed her, forcing her to stop just a few steps away from the stairs.

“I did get it” he said “not just what you told me, but why you told me” He said, caressing her cheek like how he had done merely hours ago “and I… I do too” he said “I don’t know for how long, but I have feelings for you too (y/n)”

Maybe it was just a thing between them to panic each other with silence, but (y/n) enjoyed for just a moment the spark of fear growing on his eyes.

She grabbed him, smashing their lips together. He froze, but (y/n) didn’t care. She was about to pull back and yell some more when he grabbed her cheeks and pulled her in again, his hot breath fanning against her, bringing some relief to her cold aching skin for a moment.

She had completely forgotten what she was going to say after the kiss, probably insult him, but her mind was filled with fireworks.

No thoughts, just him. His lips, her lips. Their lips. (apocalypse)

“This- this should be- against some sort of rule” he said in between kisses.

(y/n) only hummed, barely registering what he’d said. Her fingers slid up his neck and grabbed his wet hair as he grabbed her by the waist, walking them both backwards till her back hit a wall.

They separated.

“Kissing me won’t make this go away” (y/n) said, breathing heavy and gazing at his eyes and lips.

He chuckled “I don't mind”

“You owe me a dinner” she said, straightening her back and stabbing his chest with her finger “A very nice dinner”

“Are you asking me on a date?” he asked.

“Sure”

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A/N: Last night I had the idea to post it here to ask you guys what you think. Tbh I feel like it need a bit more editing, like, there's a piece of dialogue I wrote for this scene but idk where to sandwich it.

Please let me know what you think! Feedback is appreciated as long as your polite

[lilacthebooklover]

'And something shifts in Shadow Milk's gaze, a sort of vindictive delight drawing that confident smirk into a vicious grin. "Well now, Pure Vanilla Cookie," he says, the amusement and anticipation dripping from his voice palpable. Pure Vanilla can't quite hide the way he tries to recoil, but the vice-like grip upon his wrist remains terrifyingly unrelenting. "This certainly changes the script up a little, doesn't it?"

The question is too light, too cheerful, too casual for what this truly means. For right there on Shadow Milk's face, painted in damningly permanent blue hues, is the unmistakable mark of a four-point crown. Pure Vanilla's forearm burns where his own identical mark has been exposed for all the world to see, Shadow Milk peering at it with a sense of sickening awe that's impossible to miss. Because there it is, imprinted on his skin and written in the stars: undeniable proof that they've been predestined to meet since the start.

Shadow Milk Cookie is his soulmate. And Pure Vanilla has never been more afraid.'

(Vanilla Milkshake fans, when I tell you I am COOKING-)

[void-of-unparalled-chaos]

For the people wondering about dpxdc story I wrote in the notes of the chirping/surprise ghost adoption AU prompt from starwrighter

I am in fact still writing it! As I mentioned in the post, I don't plan to upload any of it besides what is already available until I finish it completely at which point it will be updated on a schedule. I plan to make another post search for beta readers once it's ready to start rolling out chapters, but it will probably be a hot minute before that happens. I've mainly been working on it between my college classes, and as of writing this, I have a rough outline of maybe half of the fic and around 4000 words done and ready (ugh I'm such a slow writer).

That prompt is by far one of my favorite posts I've seen in this little community so far, and I'm trying my best to incorporate as many ideas from the notes as possible, or at the very least reference them in some way. I have no clue how long it will take me or how long the fic will end up being. Pray for me y'all.

[meowmeowriley]

Soap and Rabbit shifter Ghost who take their leave in Las Almas to help rebuild Alejandro's base that they were partially responsible for destroying.

Soap, who begs his Lieutenant to shift, to help him make a joke.

Ghost, who caves, because it's Johnny.

Alejandro, who greets them as they get off the plane with "Did you bring any of that famous stew you were on about the entire time you were here last, hermano?"

Soap, carrying a shifted Ghost, who responds "Nae, it's better fresh." With a huge grin before pretending that the rabbit wriggled out of his grasp.

Rudy, who on that day realized he had a fear of rabbits as one chased him across the tarmac.

[starry-stan-blog]

🪷

wip wednesday ft. oblivious sqq and white lotus binghe !!

[claritys-silly-things]

Another sneak peak from chapter six of my fic 🧍🏽‍♂️👍🏽:

“Husk heard a sigh and a rustling of clothes. He dared take a peek when the sound stopped and he felt the bed dip beside him. Thankfully, Angel had listened to Husk and put a pair of fancy white fluffy pyjama pants, fuzzy socks, and his somewhat signature off-the-shoulder pink fuzzy sweater.

Looks soft…like I could just…

‘Uh, Husk? Whatcha doin’ bud?’ Husk snapped out of his thoughts, realizing he had grabbed onto the fabric of Angel’s sweater.

‘Ah shit- My bad, Legs. I’m not sure what happened. The sweater just looked so soft…Everything about you looks so soft right now…’ Husk was rambling.

He was tired and he had been drinking all day.

No fuckin’ shit, Husker, he thought to himself.

The alcohol had finally started to kick in. Usually Husk would be in his room at this point, sleeping off the tipsiness. But he had to take care of Angel tonight, and Angel insisted he stay.

Husk honestly didn’t mind staying. But man was he a bit off in the noggin right now.

Angel looked at Husk with a bit of a confused expression, thinking about what the feline had said, before scooting back on the bed, more towards his pillows.

Shit, I scared him off…he’s been dealing with fucks touching him all over all day without consent…and now I go and do it?! Fuck dammit, Husker!

Then Angel patted the spot next to him. Husk looked at him with confusion.

‘Get ya ass over here Whiskers, before I send ya to your room.’”

[aberrantcreature]

✨🌸 How To Woo a Sith Lord - WIP Snippet 💖💐

Obi-Wan Kenobi trudged back to the dingy hotel on Corellia. Shoulders slumped and feet tripping slightly every few steps. Maybe continuing to drink while waiting for his date to show up wasn’t a good idea, but it’s not like he knew she’d ghost him! He waited at the diner for over an hour, holding out hope and then making excuses, until he finally realized he’d been well and truly ditched.

It’s a shame. For one, the friend he had made while him and Qui-Gon are on this long stake out mission said she was wonderful, and two, he had spent way too many credits on the bundle of imported, Alderaanian Flame-Roses currently loosely grasped in his hand.

Obi-Wan was fully aware of the Jedi code. He may still be just a padawan with 23 years of life experience in this galaxy, but the Jedi code had been well and hammered into him since before he could remember.

He knows attachment is bad or whatever, for reasons that he doesn’t understand. All he wanted was a date. To finally experience one like in the romantic holonovels and holofics he reads. Sure, a meal at some random, half broken down diner with a girl he’d never met on Corellia wasn’t his idea of stellar romantic ambience, but it was something.

Obi-Wan was a hopeless romantic, but he’d never tell anyone that. Quinlan knew, but only because he’s a kriffing nerfherder who goes through other peoples personal datapads and then judges them for the certain brands of fluff and spice they like to read.

Well, Obi-Wan supposed he at least couldn’t get in trouble even if Qui-Gon did find out. Technically, no date meant he couldn’t be lectured on attachment, so that was fine, he guessed.

Ugh.

[whatwooshkai]

chapter five excerpt because god knows when this is coming out and I enjoy posting wips

“I mean… jeez, Elita, you should’ve seen the way he looked at me,” Orion says wistfully, leaning further back in his chair. “Those big yellow optics all warm and soft. He was looking at me like… like I’d hung the moons. All I did was give him candy for the road.” “Sure,” Elita says. “That’s all.” “That is all,” Orion snaps, rocking forward suddenly. “I swear-” “Okay, cool, that’s all you did, but are you finally going to accept that he’s clearly got a big fat crush on you?” Elita cuts him off.  “I- what- he does not,” Orion says defensively.  “You’re kidding me. You just described the way he looks at you!” “I’m being nice to him! I’m probably the first real friend he’s ever had outside of the Pit!” Orion borderline shouts, before dialing down his voice so Alpha Trion doesn’t come to investigate.