#fic talk: lightbringer fic

[anghraine]

@elwing just tagged me in the "share the last line of fic you wrote" meme! Conveniently, I was just indulging myself in niche (i.e. for me) fic today. Slightly cheating because I can :)

Gwen Velazquez always knew the Seraph would hunt her down one day. But she never imagined it would happen the way it did.

Tagging: @ladytharen, @brynnmclean, @ncfan-1, @irresistible-revolution, if you've got fic you'd like to use for it!

[milfsloverblog]

Respite in Heaven (NSFW)

Pre-fall!Lucifer x angel!reader

A/N: This fic was inspired by another one of my favourite Ghost song which you can listen to here (the very last part is a work of art). I love Lucifer. I love to think that they had an Angel lover back in Heaven. And I love to think that the only reason they still dream of Heaven is for that lost love. Anyway, enjoy! <3 ps: it’s more like pre-fall, mid-fall and post-fall Lucifer.

AO3 link in title

“We shouldn’t be here!” You half-whispered half-giggled as Lucifer dragged you through the tall grass.

“Says who?” The Lightbringer answered without ever turning around, their hand tightly holding onto yours.

“You know who!” You said as you reached your favourite spot under the pomegranate tree.

“I do not care what God thinks, not when I have the sweetest of all angels in my arms.” Lucifer smiled as they helped you sit down by the tree and placed a soft kiss on your knuckles.

“You should not be saying these things,” You whispered, knowing He had ears everywhere. “Nothing escapes Him, you ought to be more careful.”

“I would say it to His face if it meant you and I wouldn’t have to hide anymore.”

“I know, Lucifer, I know.” You pushed a soft smile, brushing your fingers through their messy white curls.

Lucifer closed their eyes, revelling in the softness of your touch for a moment before eventually pulling you on their lap. One of their hands snaked under your white linen dress, slender fingers running up the expanse of your thigh.

The way your brows furrowed didn’t go unnoticed by the Lightbringer and they tutted lightly.

“Something is worrying you,” They said, their fingertips reaching the apex of your thigh and grazing against your bare core. “Talk to me, my Angel.”

You knew you weren’t their Angel, and you would never be. You belonged to God, and so did they. But you wanted to, you wished to be theirs so badly. And that’s exactly what you were worried about.

“We could break away together.” Lucifer whispered in your ear, two of their fingers slipping between your folds.

You couldn’t help the moan that tore itself from your throat, your hips bucking as you searched for more friction.

“I would be the shadow,” They went on, dipping their first knuckles into your wetness before lazily drawing circles on your clit. “And you will be the light.”

And it was oh-so tempting, to give up on everything you had and everything you knew, only to run away with Lucifer. But you could never, no matter how good they made you feel and how strongly your heart beat for them.

“W-we can’t-“ You closed your eyes, your head growing dizzy as the Angel continued their ministrations between your legs. You moaned again, quickly hiding your face in Lucifer’s neck to keep yourself quiet.

Lucifer wrapped their pristine white wings around you, shielding you from the outside world.

It was no secret that the Lightbringer was God’s favourite Angel. And it couldn’t have been made more obvious, you simply had to look at how beautiful God had made them. They were the tallest Angel in all of Heaven, had the whitest and largest wings, and the softest features in the whole realm. And somehow, you had been lucky enough to catch their eye.

“Are you not happy here?” You asked, carefully pulling away from them. “Don’t we have all we need? All we want?”

“I don’t know, do we?” Lucifer cocked their head, pushing their fingers inside you up to the hilt.

You let out a pitiful strangled cry that had your lover’s lips pull in a proud smile.

“Nothing ever lasts forever, my Angel.” The Lightbringer whispered before attaching their lips to your neck and sucking on your pulse point, their fingers dragging in and out of your heat in loud, wet, and you dared to think, sinful sounds.

“We-I-can’t, I can’t-“ You were too far gone to even think of anything else but the pleasure building behind the navel that you didn’t possess. “God will be furious.”

“Don’t you see, sweet Angel?” You swore Lucifer’s voice was now tainted with bitterness. “That the God we hail is nothing but the Wizard of Oz?!”

You didn’t know what that meant, or who the Wizard of Oz was, but that was the last of your concerns at the time.

“Please, Luci-“ You whined, your hips moving on their own accord to meet the Angel’s thrusts.

“We will break away together,” Lucifer repeated, curling their fingers inside you and quickly finding your sweet spot to rub. “Say yes to me.”

“Y-Yes!” You cried out when the coil finally snapped inside your belly, making you see stars as you mindlessly swore allegiance to the Morningstar.

“Good,” Lucifer whispered barely audibly as they helped you ride your orgasm. “We will go softly into the night.”

Your head fell forward, forehead pressed against the other angel’s alabaster skin. You weren’t sure, but you swore you could hear distant thunder then. Whether it came from the outside world or from within Lucifer’s chest still remains a mystery.

-

Only you were right when you said Lucifer ought to be careful with their words, for God had ears everywhere. There they stood a day later, God and Lucifer, facing the entirety of the realm on top of the holy mountain.

“You were blameless in your ways from the day you were created till wickedness was found in you.” Your creator’s voice echoed through heaven. “Through your widespread trade, you were filled with violence, and you sinned. And so you shall be driven in disgrace from Heaven. I expel you, guardian cherub, from the Holy mountain. Your heart became proud on account of your beauty, and you corrupted your wisdom because of your splendor.”

You could feel your heart thumping loudly against your ribcage as you realised what was about to happen. Lucifer, however, never wavered. They kept their chin high and looked right into their creator’s eyes as they spoke.

“You shall be thrown to the earth, a spectacle of you will be made before kings. By your many sins and dishonest trade, you have desecrated your sanctuaries. May a fire come out from you, may it consume you and reduce you to ashes on the ground in the sight of all who are watching.” God added, slightly turning to address the crowd of angels. “Shall any of you be sharing Lucifer’s deviancy, speak now.”

You didn’t even think twice before moving to take a step forward when Lucifer’s head suddenly snapped towards you.

“No.” They answered, and you knew it was said to you more than to God. You exchanged a look with the Morningstar, your head shaking from side to side as if to convince them to come clean and beg for forgiveness. But Lucifer only smiled and turned back to face their creator. “No, it is just me.”

“So be it.” God nodded and with a single wave of His hand, Lucifer was sent tumbling from the edge of the Holy mountain.

“No!” You whispered in horror and made to run towards the edge only to be held back by small cherubim hands.

The silence was deafening as the angels mourned the loss of one of their own, each wondering who would be next to suffer this fate.

You didn’t know how long you had stayed there, kneeling by the edge of the mountain and waiting, hoping that Lucifer would find a way to climb their way back up. But they never did. And you had eventually stopped hoping.

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"What power would Hell have if those here imprisoned were not able to dream…of Heaven?" Lucifer’s eyes filled with tears, their lips slightly quivering before their mask fell back into place. Morpheus had struck a nerve and he knew it all too well.

“One day, Morpheus, we shall destroy you.” The Lightbringer promised. But not today. No, not today for Lucifer wasn’t ready to part with their dreams.

And so, as always since centuries, that night somewhere in Hell, the Devil dreams of an Angel. And as always, somewhere in Heaven, an Angel dreams of the Devil.

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tag list: @weemssapphic @larissaoftarthweems @principal-weems09 @pro-weems-places @readingtheentrails @catechristiesstuff @kimiinou

[littledollll]

Warmth

Lucifer Morningstar x reader

A/n: Idk why my brain decides to make little self indulgent fics when I have actual requests to write, it just flows easier but also come on doll u have shit to do!! (April 9th) thanks to @pebbleswritessometimes for letting me rant abt all my Lucifer ideas

Today: hey! Finally posting this, no point in holding it back ig. Uhh I have some half written requests in my notes, might get to those, might not, no promises, im very sorry.

I think writing was like a hyperfixiation I got for a few months and now I don’t rly have motivation for it! But if I do I’ll post randomly 👍

Warnings: kinda insecure r?, just some sweet kisses

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Hell was cold. It always is. Uncomfortably frigid, that type of freezing that seeps deep into your bones and is impossible to escape no matter how hard you try.

But you. Something about you didn’t allow that cold to touch you. For you were warmth and light, the touch of your hand enough to at least calm that freezing cold. You were comfortable warmth. A warm summers breeze, like the one you’d find at the beach. And light, a soft cloudy light. And Lucifer, oh Lucifer was weak for it. Something you knew very well.

After an eternity in the freezing hell, seeking a little warmth sounds like the sanest thing to do. Lucifer fell inlove with that warmth٫ fell in love with you. That fire which without you, they’d only get when they put their hands to the open fire, a fire that didn’t seem to satisfy them as well as you.

It wasn’t just about your warmth, though let’s admit it did help you get closer.

You.. your person. It was warm calming light too, everything about you. It wasn’t just about that physical warmth. You were sunshine as a person, it would only make sense for the lightbringer to attract the sun to them wouldn’t it? And they did. You fell for them as they fell for you.

You enjoyed the fire in the middle of their throne room. It was bright and roaring. Always burning. It also changed according to Lucifer’s mood, which you found nothing short of fascinating. You sat and watched it closely, to anyone else it would be dangerously close but warmth was your friend after all.

“Sweet one.. what are you busy thinking about?” Lucifer hummed as they watched you zoned out for the past few minutes.

“How long have you been lurking?” They didn’t startle you, still you could never figure out how they walked into a room with those stunning healed boots and made no sound. “I think, admiring. Is the word you’re looking for.” Lucifer replied with their signature smile. Their arm stretched out and waiting for you as they sat on their throne.

You made your way towards them, taking their hand, they used it to pull you over their lap. Like they, like you always do. Your arms happily wrapped around them, face nuzzled into their neck. “it’s kinda funny that you’re the Lightbringer, and you brought me here. One could argue it was on purpose, all planned out.”

Lucifer sighed comfortably under your weight, under your warmth. A gentle hand rubbing your back and a kiss was pressed to your temple. “Oh but it wasn’t.. I am just extremely lucky aren’t I? To have one such as you by my side.. my perfect one”. They always spoke so highly of you, making you giggle and blush red.

“It’s true, don’t you know my darling? You are divine. Your light, your warmth. You are just delightful.” They always spoke so casually while saying such high praise. “mm, you always say that.” Lucifer frowned and lifted your face to look at them. “I say that and much more. Everything I say is because it’s true. Don’t ever doubt my word and don’t ever doubt your worth, my heart.” Lucifer’s tone was more demanding than anything, like they forbid you from talking down to yourself. Their thumb ran over your bottom lip as they studied you for a moment. “Do you understand, pretty one?”

Without hesitation, you nodded. “I understand..” and Lucifer seemed quite pleased with that answer when they only replied by pulling you into a sweet kiss, and a few more after that..

They had to show and convince you of their love and adoration in some way, right?

[dontbotherwiththepronunciation]

EDIT UPON LAST READING:

This was written on the 30th of may mostly because I got in trouble with a subset of sansa fans at the time and I felt like I should try to joy in her character again. I am no longer sick, I no longer feel like talking about romance, I no longer feel like talking about Sansa but doing this was fun and I am always curious

For the sake of this post, and only this post, I will refer to the term "ship" or any derivatives of the word as "feeling interested by a dynamic's fanon, semi- or canon romantic connotations".

Can't believe I have to say this but god people can get so unnecessarily mean. Before people start being pedantic about something as harmless as rarepairs, it seems like I really will have to say: I don't believe in any of these options possible canon endgames. Many of these have not even interacted. I deserve to have fun with stuff as trivial as dumb inconsequential fanon ships. 

Under the cut I wrote down my preferences + linked some fanwork simply because I’m in a shipping mood after reading some folkloric myths and I don’t really have any strong opinions on ships, and the few NOTPS I have are more about the way fandom treats the ship than the actual ship on itself, but I am completely ill and not healthy enough to do anything more serious and rarepairs are fun. You don’t have to read it or write one yourself, I just feel like talking and recommending fanfics.

On the other hand, if you do want to recommend me fanwork of any type, or share a prompt or show me a wip or just simply hype your rarepair please do so! Everything goes as long as it's a rarepair (less than 500 fics on ao3).

1. Sansa Stark x Brienne of Tarth

Listen, were it not for Brienne and Jaime being clearly written to be read as semi-canon-going-canon and were this book not written by a straight cis white male US American baby boomer democrat, I would be delusionally screaming this is going to be the one canon ship! This would be my protagonist endgame ship for which I would take the mildest coincidence as foreshadowing and die on that hill.

I am coming for you, Lady Sansa. Be not afraid. I shall not rest until I've found you. - Brienne I, AFFC

(Subversions of lady/princess & knight/prince where both are women and one of them is searching for the other and I'll become her Prince and save her! and-)

I just really love how so many of Brienne's issues are tied to her femininity. She does not fit into the traditional idea of womanhood, she wishes she would, she does not want to, she is rejected by the concept and she rejects the concept. And yet, when she distances herself from every possible reminder of her own femininity and takes up a man's armour and sword, she is reminded of her place as a woman and told to conform to her gender.

And then we have Sansa, who romanticises stories about Ladies and Knights; first out of genuine love and admiration for them, and later as a coping mechanism when cruel reality tells her that those ideals are sadly nowhere near true.

This is her knight. This is her strong, brave knight.

My only problem with Briennsa is how we shippers sometimes tend to put Brienne in a position of servitude to Sansa or the Starks and ignore how she is the heir to an island, has a father whom she loves and wishes to see again, and is still on a quest. Hell, she might be Azor Ahai, with her weirwood dream in which she fights White Walkers + her father's sword Lightbringer, out of all the Azor Ahai tinfoil theories this is the one I think has the most canon support. She is not a Hyle Hunt type of errand knight who is just walking around Westeros for the sake of traveling and finding a job, and once the war is over and she has kept her oath, it would be nice to see her going home and proceeding with her life and independence, maybe taking Podrik with her. I would like her to see her father again and see there being love between them.

My nonsensical fantasies involve Brienne being like "Alright, I found one of the Stark girls, still have to find the other one. I'm taking her to Tarth where she'll be safe and have no creeps around who would bother her." and Sansa just completely falling in love with Brienne on the way there.

Also, I would die for the comedic potential of Brienne of Tarth, mockingly refered to as "Brienne the beauty", having a trail of people fawning over her. This post is one of my favourite posts in the world.

To be honest, while I do enjoy the idea of Sansa going North to reunite with her family, I also have a strong fondness for the concept of her actually staying South. I know this is an unpopular opinion that Sansa fans seem to particularly dislike because of the whole "SaNsA iS nOt A rEaL sTaRk" thing, but there is something about lands of childhoods being unretournable. Stepping out of home means never seeing it again. "I am stronger within the walls of Winterfell" perhaps, but the walls of Winterfell were burned and the one Winterfell native who got to go back to Winterfell didn't get to be strong or safe.

I would like to be wrong though, and I think I will be wrong! But still, it would be nice for her to discover a South that is closer to the dreams of chivalry and court she had and perhaps Tarth could be that place, even if only for a short time.

Well, here is a canon-divergent AFFC fanfic in which Brienne finally makes it to the Vale. It has a lot of fairy tale imagery and an interesting characterisation between the Sansa-Alayne personas.

2. Sansa Stark x Jeyne Westerling

"That's what I'll give you, Lady Sansa. Your brother's head." A kind of madness took over her then, and she heard herself say, "Maybe my brother will give me your head." - Sansa VI, AGOT

You know how Catelyn and Ellaria both at least got to say goodbye to the remains of their loved ones? Jeyne didn't. Neither did Sansa.

My weird fantasy involves Jeyne Westerling (MY Queen in the North) finally getting Robb's head, even if it's just the skull, and showing it to Sansa. A subversion in a way. Joffrey would have done it in malice and sadism, Jeyne would do it it with care, maybe a feeling of responsibility over what remains of her husband's family.

I have a lot of issues with Robb Stark and the way he is perceived in fandom, I keep hating him until I read the source material again and realise "oh wait, fanon≠canon", but I just think his relationships with the women surrounding him are fascinating and they don't get explored a lot. Sansa doesn't know about him cutting her out of the inheritance line and I wonder how she and Jeyne, the other woman who is a Stark but would no longer be accepted as one by a majority of the Northern lords, would feel about him. I wonder how love, resentment, grief and guilt would mix between the two. I don't think Jeyne is pregnant, but if she somehow ends up caring for Robb's heir (be it Jon, Sansa, or an eventual child we refer to as his) I would love that. I like imagining that Jeyne could learn more about Robb, the boy, since she seems to have only gotten to know Robb, the man and King. I like daydreaming of Sansa and Jeyne talking about Catelyn, whom both admire.

I think both of them, based on what we know of Jeyne, share some similitudes in the way they behave conforming to their gender and what is considered a Lady's attitude while still having moments of defiance and I think Sansa could maybe appreciate that. Sometimes, not often, but sometimes, she speaks of "madness taking over her" and, in my opinion, this is usually when she steps out of her own safety to be brave or bold (standing up to Joffrey, trusting Dontos, trying to hide her first menstruation) and I think it could be nice to see her realising these are not things she should be ashamed of. It always reminds me of Jeyne tearing up her clothes and fighting her mother. Jeyne Westerling, like most Jeynes, doesn't get treated very well in fandom. I hate how the interpretation of Robb breaking his vows to marry her is always one putting him as a selfless saint who practically sacrificed himself for a girl he didn't even love when the fact this all plays so mysteriously can open so many possibilities.

And it seems to me people forget how metal she became.

Sometimes Sansa's f/f ships tend to get simplified to "girls being girls and doing girly things together" and I understand why people enjoy that and they are valid for doing so, but in my case I usually prefer to have a little more conflict to it and I think this ship can balance the "girls making flowercrowns and braiding each others hair" and "exploration of complex feelings and estrangement" well enough for me to find it interesting.

Here is a fanfic I'd recommend that takes place in Winterfell with a reluctant Queen Sansa and lots of survivor's guilt + an edit done for said fanfic!

3. Sansa Stark x Garlan Tyrell

When Joff had her beaten, the Imp defended her, not Littlefinger. When the mob sought to rape her, the Hound carried her to safety, not Littlefinger. When the Lannisters wed her to Tyrion against her will, Ser Garlan the Gallant gave her comfort, not Littlefinger. - Sansa I, AFFC

(Yes, I know all those allies are kind of perpetuating her misery too, but she seems to have some affection for them. The reasons behind the affection can be discussed and dissected to examine whether that affection should be there or not, but as of now I don't want to talk about that. People can cherrypick to their own wishes.)

Not something I like to visualise as an endgame because Garlan seems to be quite happy with Leonette and I honestly think Margaery and Sansa's break up/middle school betrayal might not be as easily solvable as we wished, but I like thinking about Sansa & Garlan.

I like Sansa but she is fetishising a gay man who just lost the love of his life when she has a broader shouldered, bearded, straight person who looks very similar to said gay man who is called Garlan the Gallant and how can she be so blind? Why is her unrealistic teenage crush so poorly chosen? Garlan is so humble and his name is so fitting. He is more chivalrous and mature than Lawrence and he is so strong and agreeable and he treats her and Tyrion with respect. He takes her out to dance and makes her laugh and if going by how she describes the Tyrells, then he is so very handsome too and- Why are you laughing? - My father, swooning over Garlan the Gallant on the phone

I do like imagining her having a bit of a very one-sided mild crush sometimes, not something serious but one of those light early adolescent crushes you won't ever act on. Sansa finding moments to daydream and cherish in the hell of a life she is living in King's Landing where se feels cared for, even if it is by someone who is not particularly invested in her. Admiring Leonette and wondering how happy she must be, without ever being truly envious or malicious but simply wishing she had something similar. So, less actual romantic interest but more of a one-sided "I wish" in response to unexpected and (hopefully) genuine emotional help.

I usually prefer gap fillers in fanfiction and I am so eagerly waiting for a gap filler of Sansa's time in King's Landing where she gets to interact more with Garlan and Leonette. Where we see her being wistful and melancholic, longing for her dreams of courtship, chivalry and the sort of love that would be a mix between that which she has heard in songs and witnessed between her parents. Having small moments of joy feeling like a girl again for allowing herself those dreams and realising they can be true.

It's a pity there aren't many fanfics or fan art focusing on their canon or fanon dynamic. I like them a lot.

4. Sansa Stark x Myranda Royce

This is the light to C€rsei x Ta€na's darkness. I love them as friends and I would rather keep them as friends, and for some reason I ship Myranda x Mya, but I enjoy the ship A LOT! Out of the female connection's Sansa builds as the story goes on, I think their dynamic is the most endearing one, and I live in fear of GRRM turning Myranda into Sansa's new villain. I talked a bit about them in the later part of that one post, and I don't have a lot more to add, I just genuinely enjoy their dynamic and how natural Sansa's friendship with her is. I think Myranda embodies certain aspects of Margaery and Jeyne, but until now she is more genuine than Margaery was, and Sansa is also more mature in her treatment of her compared to Jeyne. I just like them.

So, if Myranda gets to wake up the sapphicness in Sansa, I would not complain. She spends so much time flirting with her! I love her for that. "You do turn such a pretty shade of pink.”, "So you're brave as well as beautiful, "I can see how virtuous you are just by looking at those rosy cheeks and big blue eyes of yours."

Sometimes I see this small fraction of fandom being mistrusting of Myranda and I honestly think we are just falling into Littlefinger's trap when we do that. If Petyr tells Sansa not to befriend Myranda, then I will 100% hope Sansa has the common sense to befriend Myranda. Don't take Myranda's derogative comment about Alayne's "Bastard breasts" as genuine, her literal bff/girlfriend is a bastard herself. Nah, but seriously, do we really think that Mya Stone who has been struggling with feelings of abandonment since before we even met her would be "as close as sisters" with Myranda Royce if she truly were a classist evil schemer? I honestly think Littlefinger might be a little afraid of her. She is shrewd, she might not be on board with her father's alliance with Petyr. Maybe that is why she is being threatened by her father to be married to a suitor she wouldn't approve of.

I might be wrong though, who knows. I do understand how her constant bawdy jokes could have also been a method for disorienting and questioning her but the twow preview chapter made me doubt it. For some reason I find her more genuine than Margaery, but as said I'm open to being very wrong about this.

Anyway, here is a small Drabble + art someone made and it's cute and Myranda is funny. I love Myranda.

5. Sansa Stark x Harrold Hardyng

I didn't have a strong opinion on them but then I was sold on them by a fanfic. It seems like this is where canon might be heading and I'm honestly happy for Sansa if she gets to have her high school movie annoyance to lovers romance with a handsome-popular-everybody-wants-him Prep/Jock guy. Good for her. I don't think Harry is an evil person and I hope it remains that way. Depending on which approach GRRM takes to their relationship it could be very comedic while still holding the political plot for the Vale. Their interactions during the Alayne TWOW preview chapter were gold and everything I would expect from the high school AU set in the Middle Ages, this post encapsulates it, I want them to be cringe and weirdly out of place. All the important lords and ladies are talking politics while these two are constantly making everyone uncomfortable with weird one liners.

On the other hand, depending on how long Sansa has to keep up with the Alayne farce, it could also provide for some angst and explorations of identity issues. Lady Waynwood agreed to the betrothal on the condition that Harry himself would agree to it and find "Alayne" to his liking. And I will admit there is something that would be so sweet about Sansa being loved by Harry THE HEIR, as Alayne Stone, some petty lord's bastard.

It is not me she wants her son to marry, it is my claim. No one will ever marry me for love. - Sansa VI, ASOS

I would be so genuinely happy if she is proven wrong. And yes, the Alayne persona is not simply Sansa with another hair colour and name, but it is still part of her. It is a mask of her own face, smoother and only presenting that which she wants to present. It would be interesting to see an actual love story blossom out of this, while she is still painfully aware of their union being a machination of Littlefinger, maybe feeling guilt and insecurity over Alayne being made to play the seductress while Sansa is still underneath that facade wanting to be loved, being loved but not fully aware of it.

Anyway, here is a light angst fanfic about the Sansa-Alayne identity and Harry! It's probably one of my favourite Sansa fics ever, but warning for Petyr Baelish being himself!

+ I think people sleep on the concept of us readers getting to see Littlefinger "losing the girl" for the supposed prep/jock fuckboy again, that would be great.

Not a favourite, because I don't know a lot about Harrold except for that he is kind of a jerk, but I am a very canon person, so I'll probably end up tolerating/liking it if it actually gets to happen.

6. Sansa Stark x Myrcella Baratheon

I feel very weird about this one because I personally tend to distance myself from the captive x captor (including captor's family) ships in asoiaf when they are portrayed as something positive (nothing against those who like them, it's just a personal preference), but maybe because in this case both of them experience the position of hostage/ward and they didn't get to spend a significant amount of time together (two years at most), I am less appalled about possible scenarios in which they meet again in the future. Myrcella being passed off as legitimate when she is a bastard, Sansa being passed off as a bastard when she is legitimate, becoming pawns in political intrigues of others, being isolated from their families at a young age. Dorne treats Myrcella significantly better than King's Landing treated Sansa, but it still is the place where she was maimed and almost killed.

+ The fact that Myrcella is supposed to look almost exactly like Cersei (someone Sansa admired and wanted to emulate only to come to fear and hate her) but has none of her cruelty could be very interesting and torturous to explore if people want to write angst and get into Sansa's psychology. You can make this dark and macabre without having to open the bag with the dead dove.

Here is a (sadly abandoned) post ados fic in which Myrcella travels North as a ward to Lady Sansa, Warden of the North, sent by Queen Daenerys. Othe ships are also tagged, but since it was discontinued they don't appear. It has a very entertaining characterisation for Myrcella and it doesn't bash any of the girls mentioned, so I liked it.

7. Sansa Stark x Lancel Lannister

So, imagine a universe where Sansa chooses Lancel over Tyrion.

At the time, Lancel is still recovering from his wounds, if I remember correctly, and is experiencing his religious awakening. Imagine how different Sansa's arc would have been. Would she be the one seeking for some sort of connection between her and her husband? Lancel would probably have no interest in any possible romance, but he might be less indifferent with Sansa than he was with Amerei given how she aided him when he was wounded even when he had always been a passive participant in her abuse. Would she keep plotting and hoping for an escape with Dontos? Or would Lancel take her away from King's Landing? If he's not marrying Amerei, then he is not getting Derry, but perhaps Sansa could become a claim to Riverrun post-Red Wedding and that would be interesting to see. Sansa in her mother's home, retracing the steps of her parents, but this time differently, as an unwilling usurper to her uncle. Would she meet Jeyne once the Lannisters retake Riverrun?

Would there be a religious conflict between the two? I am an agnostic theology enthusiast, so I really love seeing how religion plays out in the story and since Sansa believes in the Seven Gods and the Old Gods, I think her dual faith would be interesting to see in opposition to Lancel's devotion for and indoctrination by the faith of the Seven.

+ both have Cersei related trauma and I am a sucker for "we share an abuser" dynamics.

I actually really love this possibility, but didn't came up with any of it on my own! What I wrote above is based on conversations between @team-mom-wannabe, @selkiewife and @nosafeanchorage. They created an entire AU for these two, with an astonishing amount of details and care, and then I had to go through the disappointment that is realising no one has ever written a fanfic centred on their possible marriage.

8. Sansa Stark x Val the Wildling

I really like Val. I know some people hate her because they claim she is "not like other girls" or because she wants Shireen to be killed, but I hate the way nlog rhetoric has developed and I come from a continent where 95% of the population was killed by foreigner's diseases (and also by the foreigners themselves of course), so yeah, I will never hold that against her. I understand why that is upsetting to others, but I'm different.

It's weird to me that although show!Sansa was given traits and storylines from many erased female characters and was kind of deprived of her own (and I still hate that show for that and so many other things), they never teased the concept of giving her a wildling partner! Tormund was a completely different character compared to his book counterpart, he was much younger, conventionally attractive and acted as the main leader of the Free Folk after Mance, so I thought they would maybe merge him with Sigorn and tease him and Sansa, but that didn't happen (I don't remember what happened to him. Did he die?). And I won't deny that the lack of a wilding/northerner marriage lead me to have some thoughts about how interesting it could be for her to meet someone from the free folk. And then, because I'm very very sapphic, Val came to my mind, another cool woman they erased. Beautiful and deadly. A subversion of the princess in a tower.

It's fun to see how both, Sansa and Val, are considered the keys to the North/the Free Folk when their titles are practically honorary; Val is not a real princess and the Free Folk wouldn't submit to anyone who forcibly married her, Sansa has been cut out of the inheritance line because she was made to marry an enemy whom the North would never allow into its territory. I think it would be entertaining to see them meet and observe possibly feelings of mutual respect grow and I just really like seeing people from different cultures interact. Free Folk's beliefs around courtship and how romance and marriage are always meant to carry some sort of violence are fascinating to me. The idea of being "stolen" is a concept I initially associated to non-consensual dynamics, but in fairy tales we often have characters saving the female heroine/love interest by stealing/rescuing them. The way women are often made to be objects of conquest or rewards in most folkloric stories and fairy tales conditions their rescue as theft, since they often belong to the villain only to be passed to another male character. This also is somewhat true in Sansa's case specifically with Tyrion and Petyr, although I would argue Petyr is a lot worse for Sansa than Tyrion. Anyway, I would really like to see how Sansa, who has always been on the edge of rape but has managed to avoid it (she has still been mistreated and fondled in situations of dubious consent, but not violated like Jeyne or Dany), would react to their customs.

+ depending on whether you believe in Sansa's possible complicity in the poisoning of Sweetrobin there could be soooo much room for projection and angst if she gets to see Val being motherly and so very loving to "her nephew" (even when it's not really her nephew and she knows) while still advocating for Shireen's death. Oh, that could be very very fun to read.

9. Sansa Stark x Podrick Payne

awwww he is crushing on his boss's wife! :D

I feel weird about this one being so low given how it's the only one in this bunch with some canon support. This is uncommon for me. It's probably simply because I find her dynamic with Tyrion more interesting, but this is cute anyway!

I do wonder why no one has thought more seriously about them in canon given how Pod is Brienne's traveling companion and might come to meet Sansa again sometime soon (if they survive LSH (on that note, I'd love it if he gets to tell her about Catelyn/LSH)).

I don't know. Podrick is a good kid and Sansa deserves good things. I just haven't found a lot of thematics in their possible dynamic that interest me, but I'm open to them.

+ Sansa's weird traumatic dreams involving Ilyn Payne. Someone make something out of this.

Sadly haven't found many fanfics that have sparked my interest, but I really like this gif-set!

10. Sansa Stark x Tristifer Botley

I had been wondering about this concept for a while and thought that in another universe where the war didn't happen or the possible Iron Islands/The North alliance was settled in terms that included more marriages between them, this could have been interesting, albeit improbable since House Botley isn't as relevant as House Stark, but interesting! And then I came across this really sweet post-ados fanfic by @/alleyskywalker in which Sansa is married to him to build bonds with the Islands since all realms are now independent again and I thought it was cute. Tris was lovely and I liked reading him. He is a character I feel conflicted about, but I don't think he is evil, I just didn't like the way he approached Asha. I jokingly refer to him as a nice guy™, but honestly he is just an actual nice guy with a gentle nature and romantic tendencies and I really love how he is a character whom Asha deems "too sweet for the Iron Islands", and still he is part of the Iron Islands and is accepted as one by the other Ironborn. Her claim is never backed on by anyone else.

His courteous and polite ways could probably match Sansa's dreams of chivalry very well. It would also be fun to see her adapt to the Islands, considering the Northerners' mistrust (and also some bigotry) for the Ironborn and how different their culture is compared to that of the southern courts that Sansa dreamed of and idealized. It could be fun.

My honour mentions in no particular order

Sansa Stark x Harras Harlaw

For similar reasons to Tristifer Botley, but although we know less about Harras' personality, we know he is a salt son and a knight, something most of his fellow Ironborn frown upon. To me, that is odd and fun to think about. Does he worship the Seven Gods AND the Drowned God simultaneously? His mother is a Serret of the Westerlands. Could she have been the one to make him be more fond of southern culture? I don't know, but I like to think that is the case and if so, I think him and Sansa could possibly have some things in common.

Sansa Stark x Mya Stone

Not one I'm actively searching stuff for, but I get a visit from my good ol' friend Sarah Tonin whenever I stumble upon it and I can understand why people are into it:

Baratheon x Stark (but f/f)

Bastard x Noble (but f/f + subverted because "Alayne")

Mya's connection to Catelyn (Lady Stoneheart would approve)

There is also the fact that Mya is one of the most honest and frank characters Sansa has met ever since the story began. I will defend Myranda but I think she is shrewd, Margaery...well we know how that ended...Mya is different! She doesn't seem to be hiding any secrets or have any ulterior motives in her friendliness. Her abandonment issues would be interesting to explore among with Sansa's overall introspection + her isolation in King's Landing and her new (and sadly well) founded mistrust for others.

Honestly, my favourite daydream just involves them having a conversation about Sansa's parents and Mya telling her all she can remember and consoling her, while being open about her own issues, but sadly I don't have any creative abilities and can't come up with anything beyond that.

Here is a short, but interesting, fanfic that takes place post AFFC, but was written before the TWOW preview chapters came out. I thought it was lovely.

Sansa Stark x Jeyne Poole

Kind of an obvious one and one I struggle with because I can see the appeal of childhood friends torn apart by war and then reuniting after both went through different hells, but the way fandom treats it often just annoys me. I think there are a few unaddressed issues that make it more difficult for me to enjoy the way it's portrayed in fanon. I guess we could say I like it as a rhænicent that never got truly toxic and just remained bittersweet with a few kneeps of resentment, feelings of inferiority and maybe some misplaced anger coming from Jeyne . There is a fanfic though that I think is unmatched when it comes to what I would like : (1) + (2) but warning for canon compliant Jeyne storyline fucked upness + mild ambiguous Theyne (the Jeynsa is ambiguous too, but in my opinion less than the theyne, and it is just as important, not a side-ship. Overall one of my favourite fics ever).

Rolly Duckfield

"He is as tall as Griff now. Three days ago he knocked Duck into a horse trough." "I wasn't knocked. I fell in just to make him laugh." - Tyrion III, ADWD

I love Duck. He reminds me of my best friend and I think Sansa could use someone like that in her life. I have nothing else to add.

[superloves4]

While I slog through a fic I actually really want to tell (the joys of writing!) I decided to talk about that Feanor as Melkor's son AU I mentioned in my tags

So far I have three possibilities, from least realized to most:

Feanor as Melkor and Mairon bio baby, so far I don't really have much for this one, the Valar find baby Feanor after Melkor's imprisonment (haven't decided why Mairon wouldn't have escaped with the baby) and give him to Finwe to raise (I hadn't realized it doesn't makes sense for Miriel to die in this one until now, so either she doesn't and it's full throwing away canon or in this one she doesn't exist and Finwe just didn't want to tell Feanor who his real parents were, it's both sad and funny)

Baby Feanor kidnap adopted by Melkor, the timeline is bothering me here, maybe Feanor is born before Melkor's imprisonment? Or he leaves imprisonment way before the original? I mostly wanted this to be funny about Melkor and Mairon getting so attached and wanting so bad to be good parents to feral child Feanor that they actually get redeemed (although dark!Feanor x Nerdanel is very intriguing)

And the one I (unfortunately) have the most on (as of right now) is Feanor as Melkor... and Miriel's son, I jokingly thought about this one but alas it got bigger than I expected, so: Melkor decides to go mess with the elves only to find Miriel collecting bugs (they're silk worms, weird bug girl Miriel for the win!) and he gets actually quite impressed with her desire to not settle with the world and wanting to make it prettier with fabrics, they fall in love (or as much in love Melkor can be, so far he is more like canon evil Melkor than the softer one of the other two ideas) but when she finds out who he is, she runs away and falls for Finwe instead.

Finwe is then totally cool with raising Miriel's child because he loves her so much but Miriel keeps feeling she's awful for her previous love for Melkor, combined with the power required to sustain a half-ainur child, and ends up dying.

Finwe of course, absolutely adores little Feanor despite not being his bio dad, and thus names him Finwion (later Curufinwe), but raising a half-ainur child is not easy, especially when you can't actually ask anyone for help without revealing the truth, so Finwe just has to deal with eldritch child Feanor, alone.

(like, one time there's a teacher Feanor hates because he heard the teacher say that Feanor killed Miriel, so Feanor gives the teacher a bracelet he doesn't even understand how he made cursed, the teacher then complains to Finwe, who is just trying to understand how to explain to his son that he can't do that, also he fires the teacher)

Then it's basically the same as canon up until Melkor return, because instead of trying to create discord he arrives and realizes Feanor's his son and tries to pull a Darth Vader and convince Feanor to join him.

Feanor is, of course, against the idea but Melkor is convinced that if he reveals Feanor's true parentage in the upcoming festival then the uproar and hate will cause Feanor to be more willing.

Only, right before he can make his announcement Feanor shows up wearing the silmarils (Melkor decides to rename him Lightbringer but I haven't figured out what that is in Quenya) and instead of going along with Melkor, Feanor

Bows. to. MANWE!!!!!

And does a whole speech about Melkor trying to deceive him by claiming he isn't Finwe's son (Feanor already realized the truth, he's just rejecting it) and doing a whole spectacle of proof

The Finwe family isn't stupid and to Feanor's surprise, the first person to join his show is INDIS!!! Joined then (in order) by Nolo, Nerdanel, and Maglor (if it was political it would be Maedhros but it's a performance remember)

Manwe isn't stupid and understands what they are doing so when Melkor tries to say that it's all Finwe's lie he just tells Melkor that it was clear that Feanor was Finwe's son

Melkor storms out (he still plans to destroy the trees but his objective is Feanor instead of just the silmarils) and the Finweans leave too

Feanor has a cathartic talk and cry with his dad while the rest of the family discuss what this means for them all, Feanor is now more open to his half-family and his relation to the other Valas is totally different, and how that could end up having happier ending to the story.

And that's how much I have of this one, it compels me but it's the only one that I have no idea of how to add Melkor x Mairon and the original idea was about THEM as parents whereas this one is about the original Finweans in a different situation so I'm conflicted

[autumn-leaves-chasing-breeze]

The Reaper and The Devil - final part

Hello, lovely people!

I'm sorry it took so long to write the final part, I was in Brussels and then had a couple of difficult weeks with work but it's here!

Thank you again to @weemssapphic for the love and time you put in to betaing this fic for me, love you so much <3

Taglist: @crow-raven-crow @weemssapphic

Warnings: Talk of Heaven and Hell, mentions of death/losing a loved one

I hope you guys like it, I've really enjoyed writing this series!

It’s an odd feeling, dropping a soul off at Heaven’s gates. A place you have never stepped foot in but have so much knowledge of. It isn’t, unsurprisingly, as human souls expect it to be either. There are no white clouds, no ‘pearly gates’, no angel at the door to greet them. Heaven is actually quite plain. The entrance is a simple dust path through a forest. The gate is a simple kissing gate in a gap of the trees. The sky is slightly overcast but the sun is there, always the perfect desired temperature for the soul walking through the trees. 

You smile to yourself as you walk hand in hand with Lucifer a step behind Maeve. She is looking at the trees around her, mouth open and eyes twinkling with awe. Apparently, Maeve’s favourite season is autumn. You know this because the air has a crisp chill to it, the trees are bright with orange and red hues and every step you’re taking sends the sound of crunching leaves and twigs echoing into the forest. And, apparently, her favourite time of day is golden hour because the world around you is lit with a warm glow as the sun finds its way through the cracks in the tree canopy.

Maeve turns on the spot and looks at you, a wide grin on her face. “This is incredible.”

Your mouth curves into a side smile, your eyes filled with care and amusement as you take in Maeve’s child-like wonder. “I’ll never grow tired of it, I must admit.”

“Is it like this for everyone?” Maeve turns back around as she speaks, her head turned towards the sky as a flock of starlings fly overhead. 

“Yes and no.” You chuckle, stealing a glance up at Lucifer who is looking down at you in such a way that warms you from the inside out. “The season, time of day and temperature are all unique to each soul’s preference.”

“How does It know?” Maeve stops in her tracks as she asks the question, taking a moment to turn on the spot and close her eyes with her head to the sky and her arms outstretched. 

“It’s Heaven, Little One. That’s Its job.” Lucifer steps behind you and wraps their arms around your shoulders, leaning their chin on the crown of your head. You reach your hands up and rest them on Lucifer’s forearms as you trace languid patterns with your thumbs. 

There’s a beautiful calm in this moment. Standing here with Lucifer holding you, watching Maeve as she marvels at the beauty of the realm she’s in… If you didn’t know any better, you would lose yourself in this moment. You’d stay forever. But you know you can’t. God doesn’t like you being here for longer than needed and Lucifer is playing a dangerous game by being here at all, even if they are on this side of the gate. 

You sigh and squeeze Lucifer’s forearms gently, the lightbringer pressing a soft kiss to your hair as you do so. Maeve looks at you both and her face falters. 

“What’s wrong?” Maeve’s eyes are filled with concern and it breaks your heart to know that you’ve pulled her from her bubble.

“Nothing, Love.” You smile, not entirely convincing but you can’t help the slight melancholy that is tugging in your chest. 

“Tell me.” Maeve hugs her arms to her chest and takes a step back towards you.

Lucifer feels you tense in their arms and cuts you off before you have a chance to speak. “We just don’t have much time.”

You look to the ground, leaning back into Lucifer’s arms as you focus your attention on a leaf on the ground. 

“You’re not coming in?” The tone of Maeve’s voice made your gaze snap up to meet her own. Her eyes were shimmering with disappointment and sadness. 

“We can’t. I’m afraid this is as far as either of us can go.” You don’t know why you feel choked up but you do. Maybe it’s the fact that you want nothing more than to protect and watch over Maeve’s young soul on Elsie’s behalf. Or maybe it’s because you wish you could sit with Lucifer in the Meadows of Michael. You close your eyes and imagine it for a moment. Their black wings outstretched on a bed of wild flowers, you lying in their arms as you laugh and kiss and-

“Oh.” The hint of pain in Maeve’s voice breaks you from your trance and you look at her once more. “How do I find who I need? How do I know where I’m going? How do I-”

Lucifer releases you from their grasp and walks around you, approaching Maeve with tenderness. “Once you go through the gate, everything will become clear. I promise.”

Maeve jumps into Lucifer’s arms and you watch as she nuzzles her face against the lightbringer’s cream robe. Lucifer doesn’t hesitate in wrapping their arms around the girl and you feel a lump form in your throat as you realise Lucifer will never see Maeve again. The soul they saw being born into the world. The girl they have kept an eye on and celebrated since she was thought into existence. Maeve can visit her family on earth, she can call on you if she wishes but once she steps through the gate Lucifer will never see her again. Your heart breaks as a tear falls from your cheek and hits a leaf at your feet. 

“Enjoy your eternity, Little One. I hope you know nothing but love and peace from this moment forward.” Lucifer whispers into Maeve’s hair as they caress her curls with their hand.

Maeve tightens her grip. “I wish you could know the same peace.”

“I do now that I have a certain reaper by my side.” Lucifer smiles softly and places a chaste kiss to the crown of Maeve’s head. “Now, Little One, don’t keep him waiting.”

Maeve steps back and looks up at Lucifer confused for a moment before turning her attention to what Lucifer is looking at behind her. 

“Pops.” Maeve whispers as she steps out of Lucifer’s grasp. 

Benny is standing on the other side of the gate, grinning and waving with pure glee. Maeve starts running towards him, the leaves cracking beneath her feet with every stride. She staggers to a stop just a few feet from the gate and turns her attention back to you and Lucifer as you walk to Lucifer’s side and take their hand in your own.

“Thank you.” Maeve is smiling but tears are streaming down her face. “Thank you for making my last moments so full of love and care. I’m going to miss you both. Take care of each other. And enjoy your eternity.” 

Maeve blows you both a kiss and you feel Lucifer’s grip tighten on your hand as you both send one back and wave as Maeve walks through the gate and jumps into Benny’s arms. You watch for a moment as they both laugh and Benny wipes the tears from Maeve’s cheeks. As they walk away, arm in arm, Maeve steals a final glance over her shoulder at you and Lucifer, offering one final smile before they both disappear from view. 

The world around you and Lucifer glimmers for a moment before dissolving into the familiar view of Lake Focalor. Lucifer sits at the water’s edge and for a moment you stand and watch them, concern and worry marring your features. 

“Luci…” You take a tentative step towards the Morningstar and place a soft hand to their shoulder.

Lucifer looks up at you, tears threatening to spill out of their eyes, and laughs. You smile softly as you begin to chuckle as their laughter grows with intensity. You lower yourself onto the bank beside them as they continue to laugh, watching them with confusion as you feel yourself laughing with them. 

“Forgive me, Lamb.” Lucifer relaxes after a moment and wipes the tears from their cheeks. “I just didn’t expect to feel relief.” 

“You have nothing to apologise for, Luci.” You take their hand and lean into their side, resting your head on their shoulder as you both look out at the red water. 

“I’ve watched her for years. I’ve seen her grow and become an intelligent, funny and loving young woman. I’ve worried about her every day. Being the ruler of Hell means I’ve seen the worst of humanity over the centuries and I’ve worried about Elsie and her family getting caught up in it. Now I have one less soul to worry about.” Lucifer’s voice was trembling but calm. You can tell they mean every word. 

It’s surprising, Lucifer finding peace in a human going to Heaven. You’ve watched as Lucifer has revelled at souls being sent to Hell. You’ve witnessed their wings shiver with anticipation of the things they will do to certain humans who have ended up in their domain. It never occurred to you that they would also find beauty and celebration in the other souls going to Heaven. But, you remember, the Devil is an angel afterall. 

Lucifer shifts and pulls you onto their lap so you’re straddling their waist. You look down at them and take in how soft and adoring their gaze is. Their hand finds purchase in your hair and pulls you toward them, kissing you with tenderness as their other hand rests on your waist. You glide your hands up to their face and let them rest on Lucifer’s neck, slowly stroking their skin as you continue to kiss them with all of the love and care you have to give. 

“Thank you.” Lucifer whispers against your lips.

“For what?” Your voice is low as your eyes dart between the lightbringer’s.

“For showing me that love, care and compassion are still possible for me. For allowing me to love you with every fibre of my being. For being everything I ever could have hoped for.” Lucifer’s lips ghosted over your own as they spoke and you felt your body ignite with pure adoration and love as they whispered against your skin. 

“Thank you for letting me love you how you deserve.” Your voice is barely audible but Lucifer’s lips curl into a soft smile and there’s no doubt in your mind that they heard you. 

They pull you in again, kissing you soft and slow. Their wings flutter as your tongues meet and you smile into the kiss. You entwine yourselves as you try to convey how you feel and you realise something: Eternity suddenly doesn’t feel like a long enough period of time to spend at Lucifer’s side.

[nerdy-stilinski]

9 people you'd like to get to know better

tagged by @missanniewhimsy (<3 love u bev!! also your rb of my fth fic made my whole week askljflkj)

last song: Black Car by Leon Else (this is a song i have on my derek playlist bc it fits in a funny way and im not sorry about it)

currently watching: as of rn it's the nhl free agency/trade updates (nobody talk to me i'm still crying over orlov), but I just started good omens and I've really enjoyed it!!

currently reading: The Stars Undying by Emery Robin (only 20 pages in, but absolutely excellent so far!) and still slowly making my way through the Iliad, but i'm about to drop everything to reread Red Rising and annotate the first 5 books before Lightbringer comes out

current obsession: back on my bob's burgers bingewatching, but i'm also currently writing like 3 fics if that counts?

tagging: @outtoshatter @haleshomeforthederanged @halevetica @renmackree @geekmom13 @princecharmingwinks @rosieposiepuddingnpie @sterekbros @raisesomehale (if you'd like!)

[teddyqd]

20 Questions for Writers

eeee thanks for the tag @fuckyeahfang!! <3 i'm gonna tag @maraschinomerry if u wanna (no pressure tho!)

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 31! Dang I've been writing fic for a second and a half huh (Note: one of these fics is not mine lol -- I posted it for a friend without AO3)

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 77,138 -- waough

3. What fandoms do you write for? Whatever's rotting my brain most at the moment -- I had a long streak of Critical Role, which went into TMA, and I have a feeling Dunmeshi might get a few fics by the time it's done with me; also original stuff but I don't post that

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

My Lightbringer - 4,891 Hits, Critical Role

[incoming communication] - 3,018 Hits, Lifeline

little blue pills - 2,919 Hits, The Magnus Archives

The Hands-On Approach To Teaching Dunamantic Spells: A Guide by Essek Thelyss (Results may vary) - 2,271 Hits, Critical Role

Shitty Hair - 1,190 Hits, My Hero Academia

5. Do you respond to comments? I try, I really do, but sometimes I'll see one and be like "I'll reply to that later!" and then I don't and then it's been 2 years and I feel bad for replying so late that I just don't 😭 But I do read and appreciate them all I prommy

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? this would require me to finish fics EVER lmao... but seriously probably (Don't) Look Away. Do NOT read this if you haven't played Outer Wilds, but DO go and play Outer Wilds, and THEN read this.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Probably [incoming communication]? It's definitely the ending I'm most proud of -- it's very self indulgent, but I'm fond of it :"

8. Do you get hate on fics? nah people tend to be chill

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Sometimes, but not often, and I post it even less often. I prefer reading it to writing it, but I do like tossing around ideas I'll never write about the characters' weird and intriguing kinks lmao

10. Do you write crossovers? I don't tend to, unless they're incredibly funny to me. Reading-wise, crossovers just annoy me because there's 2x the chances for mischaracterisation/misunderstanding of the setting(s), but sometimes a really good one can scratch my brain.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? not to my knowledge!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Not into another language, but I have had a podfic made of Cabin Fever -- which was great since it was a scriptfic anyway! It's really well made, go give it a listen!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Quite a few! Not in a while, but it's fun to work with someone whose brain ticks in synch with mine about a character or ship. I actually started dating my current partner in part because we were talking about a fic we wanted to write together! We'll get to it one day, and get sooo much hate about it it's quite fucked up LMAO

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? MAN. YOU CAN'T ASK ME THIS. it's like picking children. uhhh Shadowgast (Critical Role) is up there for All Timers but they are def not the only one. Probably the one I've thought most about, but now I'm thinking about Blupjeans (TAZ)... JMart.... augh. i love when people love each other despite the very terrible consequences

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? little blue pills! It's a fun concept -- I love fucking with the very rubbish trope of soulmate AUs and making them Weird and Queer, but I am not great at finishing projects and I have also cooled slightly on TMA since I started it.

16. What are your writing strengths? big emotions! being purple prose but like good about it! Weird People.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? finishing things, plotting, writing convincing dialogue -- yknow, just little things (🥲)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? It can be done well, but it needs to be considered deeply. Also, used sparingly. I like throwing in terms of endearment in other languages, but when it's whole conversations, it's not fun to be checking google translate/the AN every five seconds.

19. First fandom you wrote for? the first one that's still up? Layton Brothers! the first ever? harry potter 😔

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? i hate favourite questions i hate favourite questions uHHHHHH You Were My Conscience. fucked up monster lovers trying to moralise their way out of being responsible for a man's mental breakdown <3

thanks again for the tag sunny i love u mwah

[archangelsammy]

for the micro fic thing: sam and nick interacting with/talking about lucifer's wings (lucifer present or not, any combination of platonic and/or romantic)?? <3

hiya sin! this was super fun and challenging thank you!!

Sam and Nick are the only beings in creation who know what it was like to hold Lucifer, and so all they have is each other. They sit and talk sometimes, quietly, about what is was like having Lucifer in their heads, how truly seeing him, his wings, was something to be cherished. How he truly earns the title of Lightbringer.

[letmelookatyouagain]

🎢

The fanfic that I would call my wildest ride:

I struggled a little to think about what to say for this one, but here are a couple:

Butterfly - A Doctor Who fic I wrote way back in 2011-12. Whilst not my first multi-chapter, I feel it was the first time I wrote a fully fleshed-out story and boy was it emotional. I cried writing it - several times. It consumed me during its writing process. The idea was also so ambitious, I think, for someone who was 14 at the time. It's crazy to me now, all these years later, that I actually wrote - and completed - it. But it's a story dear to my heart, though I'm too scared to read it again in case I cringe at my own writing.

Five Times the Lightbringer Saw No Colour and the First Time He Did - a Lucifer fic from a few years ago. The title alone is a ride in itself. It was wild in the sense that I spent so much time on it; so many handwritten notes were made and late nights spent on it. I wrote it with so much input from a friend of mine. We were on our Year Abroad at Uni at the time, and she would be round my student halls until really early in the morning. We would talk writing (she was writing - and still is writing - her own novel and I was doing fanfics) as well as other things. I've never had that before with a fic and haven't really had it since. Really miss those nights in general tbh.

Thank you for the ask!

[anghraine]

idek

"I knew you'd sunk low, Tybalt," said the other Charr, "but not that you were a human-kisser."

Rather distantly, Gwen thought that a mild euphemism for a soldier. But she could see some Charr cubs not far away, quite small ones. Maybe he was sparing their tender ears.

Tybalt was sputtering. "I never—it's not—"

If Gwen's childhood had taught her anything, it was detecting weakness. She could hear it in his lackluster protests, oddly muted given his usual energy and cheer. There was something else going on, something she didn't understand. But despite what he was, and what she was, and all of it, she didn't like seeing him beaten down in this way.

She stepped forward, though she wasn't stupid enough to touch her weaponry in the Black Citadel.

"What do you mean?" she said.

The stranger-Charr ignored her, his gaze settling on Tybalt's injury. With a sneer even she could recognize, he said,

"I'm surprised you can manage it these days."

Gwen's eyes narrowed. But she knew vicious bullies; human or Charr, they'd be the same. She'd always taken some enjoyment in refusing to give them what they wanted. And she couldn't care less about the sensibilities of Charr young.

"Oh," she said sweetly, "he can do more with one paw than you ever could with two."

Gwen had never felt the slightest attraction to males of any species, but it was worth it to see the stranger finally turn and stare at her, his outrage and shock unmistakable. Tybalt started coughing.

"You're right, Tybalt," Gwen went on. "There is something unpleasant in the air right here. We'd better go."

Between Tybalt's quick reflexes and Gwen's magic, they managed to slip away. Once they'd created some safe distance and snuck towards the gates, Tybalt cleared his throat again. With a familiar cheerful note in his voice, he said,

"My reputation is ruined."

[ruindunburnit]

LightBringer Ch. 27 is up now, in which the good doctor is up to no good once again!

We are officially three chapters away from the end. In case I forget to say it, thank you so much to everyone who has been keeping up with every update, and to anyone who just decided to start reading it very recently. And of course, thank you to anyone who reads it in the future! I wrote this for the faithful (and long-suffering) fans of the House of Night who I know deserve so much better than what they were given; the Death Note fans who boldly go ahead and read this fic despite all the multiple warnings are a wonderful and welcome surprise.

Anyone who decides to write their own House of Night fics using some of my worldbuilding ideas and thoughts are very welcome to - just please @ me (as either ruindunburnit on Tumblr or KevinBurnett on ao3) in one of the chapter notes as a nod (and feel free to talk to me if there's anything about the ideas you don't understand). Let me know about the fic and I'll be happy to read it and promote it here as well!

[mcx7demonbros]

My MC: Klein

Made by Picrew [X]

Name: Klein

Race: Human (before Lesson 38), Archon of Sin (after Lesson 38)

Gender: Male

Age:

21 (at the start of the exchange program)

23 (currently as he’s my self-insert)

28+ (after having children)

Birthday: July 28 (Leo)

Religion: Roman Catholicism ✝️

Affiliation: Evil

Titles

Evil Overlord

Son of Heaven

The Lightbringer of the Devildom

The King-Consort of the Devildom

The Avatars’ Consort

Master of the Seven Capital Sins

Master of the Seven Lords

One Master to Rule Them All

Likes:

Villain, delicious food, Lucifer

Dislikes:

Heroes, annoying things, his commands ignored by his minions, his privacy being violated

Info

At first glance, Klein seems to be a normal human. But he’s actually an infamous villain in villain community, well-versed in both science and magic. Klein debuted as a villain in a fight against Rangers in Super Sentai when he was only 13.

Klein has a butler, Cedric, who was Barbatos’s schoolmate at Butler Academy. Cedric multiple times prevented the demon butler from looking into Klein’s background back in season 1, seeing this as a breach of his Master’s privacy. Cedric isn’t a demon, but some kind of ethereal being, who took a male adult form to serve beside Klein. According to Cedric, he’s one of the weakest of his kind.

Due to having no self-control, Klein dates all Seven Brothers, the Royals, the Sorcerer, and the Angel. However, he fell for Lucifer first since the first time they met, and Lucifer’s still his favorite. The fact’s only known to him and the eldest. Klein’s enemies call him a man whore for this reason.

Klein’s minions are very variable, demons, robots, mutants, etc. About 30% of Little Ds swore loyalty to Klein, instead of Diavolo.

Being well-versed in science and magic, Klein realized how insignificant he was. So he decided to return to Christianity (he was born in a Christian family, however, he became lapsed when he was a teenager). Despite that, the dude is still evil. At least, he’s generous to the Church, the poor and needy.

Sins

Pride - dude here is prideful like a peacock

Greed - loves wealth; owns like 20+ illegal businesses, including selling monsters & weapons to criminals, selling prohibited substances, selling creatures in Red List, managing a black market, etc.

Envy - “It should have been ME”

Wrath - when a plan fails, nothing in the room survives

Lust - “man whore”-his evil enemies and some nasty demons

Gluttony - dude eats like a pig

Sloth - “5 more minutes, Cedric” ”Master, it’s already the 10th time you said that, please get out of bed.”

Fics featuring Klein

Klein sees the Brothers’ tongues (based on this)

Brothers saw Klein creating a monster for the first time (first time for them, not Klein)

Soulmates

Another Evil Machine pt. 2

Banners

La Course de Chevaux

Org Seeds

Pickle - Mouse

Stubble

Taro Soup

Door Kicking Practice

A Spell Went Wrong

Yogurt

Big Brother (dialogue fic)

The Most Adored Person in the Devildom

A Misunderstanding

Klein & the Boys’s Favorite Food

First Year of the Exchange Program Fics

Confusion

Lucifer x Klein

Raptor

Blood Stain

First Time

Wet Dream

Angel and Devil Klein

I Have Failed You

Rain and Thunder

Mammon x Klein

Night Talk

He Is Not Useless

La Curiosité

Levi x Klein

Supporting the Wrong Side (nonsense dialogue)

Watching Anime Together (Levi’s birthday ‘23 fic)

Satan x Klein

The Reason (nonsense dialogue)

Asmodeus x Klein

World Domination

Eater’s Bad Ending (crossover with Love Unholyc)

Barbatos x Klein

Tea Cup

I’m an Evil Overlord

Prologue: The Cancelled Factory Tour

Prologue II: Just a Coincidence?

Chapter 1: The Truth is Out

Chapter 2: Fool Me Twice

Evil Ancestor(s)

A Thousand Years Old Conspiracy

The rise of Archon of Sin

The Sacrifice

Le Deuil

Darkness and The Coffin

I'm Willing to Do Anything

World Conquest

The Fall of America pt. 1

Portraits (from Picrew)

First portrait (see above)

Second portrait

MC’s Template

Third portrait (a rb from obeythedemons)

Fourth portrait (a rb from obeythedemons)

Children

Lucius (with Lucifer)

Fics featuring his children

How Was I Born (birth of Lucius)

One Little Happy Family

Unexpected Sight

Happy Birthday, Klein ‘22

MY OBEY ME MASTERLIST

[s11e17]

thesis 5 is THE sam fic i think about it all the time. 7 and 21 for that one?

WAHHH thank u anon!!!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 and thank u for the ask!!

7: Were there any ideas you had for [Thesis 5] that you couldn’t make work? What were they?

Thesis 5 was originally going to have a young!Sam pov conversation outside the bunker in addition to the conversation that's in the final fic, but I couldn't really make it work without being repetitive. I scrapped that conversation and took pieces of it to fit into young!Sam's inner monologue in the Castiel section of the fic or into the old!Sam pov conversation outside the bunker. Here are some excerpts that didn't make it into the final draft:

Christ. Sam heads out the garage door for some air. Fuck Kansas. Fuck Kansas and its shitty gray springtime skies. He drinks his coffee and looks out at the field next to the bunker and thinks about taking a bus. He misses public transit. He misses fucking going to a cafe and doing readings on his laptop. He misses his life. After all those years— after all those years of Dad pushing them around, and doing God knows what to Dean when he thought Sam wasn’t looking, and putting a gun in Sam’s hand and telling him where and when to shoot— he’d gotten out.

Sam drinks his coffee. The warmth doesn’t do a damn thing for him. Fuck. He thought he was free.

“Hey.” It’s the guy who’s supposed to be him in fifteen years. Sam turns around.

He’s not much taller than Sam, maybe only an inch or two. But he looks so different. His haircut’s shitty, first off. And he’s kinda— he’s broader than Sam is now. He looks like he put on a ton of muscle and then lost it, and it left him wiry and mean.

Sam… Sam hates him.

“Mornin’,” Sam mutters, turning back to the road.

The guy shifts in his peripheral, and then steps forward, closer to Sam’s line of sight. “How— how— how’re you, how’re you holdin’ up?”

His stupid fucking stutter. Sam doesn’t talk like that. He gets it, this guy’s probably been through some shit, but— fuck, Sam can’t fucking look at the guy. “Fine.” And then, ‘cause he’s not an asshole, “what about you?”

and the original ending (which was just sam and dean, no castiel) was a lot sadder than what came out in the final draft:

Dean finds him in the library when it’s finished. Sam doesn’t feel safe enough to go outside.

“Been lookin’ for the kid,” Dean says, “you see him?”

“He’s gone.” Sam looks at his brother. His brother who raised him, who told him to tie his shoes and who picked him up from the one ill-advised high school party he went to and who ruffled Sam’s hair with bruised knuckles. His brother, who held his hand over Sam’s mouth and put evil inside him because he didn’t know how to live with the hurt of Sam’s absence. Sam sees the long history of a Winchester’s fear in his brother, and he hates him and he loves him for it.

“Well.” Dean clears his throat. He blinks. “Jeez. I— I mean, if I had to pick, I’m—”

“I would’ve picked him.” Sam looks at him, and Dean looks back. They both know each other, now, after Hell. “If we could’ve picked. We both would’ve picked him.”

Dean shakes his head. “No, I’m— Jesus, you think I wanted you gone? You really think I’d rather have—”

“But it’s not about you, is it.”

Dean sighs. “Fuck.” He stands there for a second, deciding, and then he sits down across the table from Sam. “That was a mind fuck.”

Sam nods. He thinks about that kid. Thinks about him alone under the sky. He wouldn’t have lasted a day in this world, but he could’ve— he could’ve tried. That kid could’ve tried to put pieces of a life together, could’ve got a new name. He’d been hankering for one anyway. Could’ve split from his past and— he couldn’t have become a lawyer, but he could’ve done something good. Maybe.

“‘Smite with thine hand, and stamp with thy foot, and say, Alas for all the evil abominations of the house of Israel! for they shall fall by the sword, by the famine, and by the pestilence,’” Sam recites, thinking of it.

They both know their Bible, after all these years. Sam looks at him, and Dean frowns. “Ezekiel?”

“It seems fitting, doesn’t it?” Sam looks at his hands. “A prophet, who becomes the Lord’s watchman and sword. Eating of God and laying waste to his people.”

“Jesus.”

“I hadn’t read the Bible back then.” Sam laughs, suddenly. “I prayed every fucking day, and I hadn’t even read the fucking Bible. I didn’t realize that the first time I read it straight through was— was for the apocalypse. I guess I thought I’d already done it.”

Dean looks at him, confused. “When the hell would you have had time to do that?”

“I don’t know, I just— feels like it’s always, I’ve always been. You know.”

“Hm.” Dean tries, “You know, uh. Fuck, Sam. You— you know I’m glad you’re here.” Then he laughs. “But shit, he was a fuckin’ riot, sometimes. I’m sad he’s gone.”

That kid. That kid who looked at him strange and unpracticed, unused to being on display, as if Dean’s eyes scanning over him was the only touch he knew.

“Hope he’s okay, wherever he is,” Dean says.

Sam shrugs. “He wasn’t real,” he figures. In this world, less real than the Cage, even crueler than Sam’s old faithful, his truthteller, his lightbringer, his Lucifer, that kid was a dream. He never had a chance.

anyway yeah, those are some bits from the first draft which didn't end up working!!

21: If you were a character in [Thesis 5] where would you fit in?

Oh wrow what a question!! I think I would be Cas, or I would be the person who sold Dean a salmon sushirrito. Unless this question is asking where ME aka tumblr user s11e17 would fit into the fic, in which case unfortunately the fic would simply have to become a meta fic where sam learns he has spent his life on display being a puppet for others

[kerra-and-company]

Welcome to my blog! :D I figured I should make a master post with my characters and important links for easy mobile access, and that’s this one right here!

My Fics

I write fics about my characters! My fics are all accessible on Tumblr under the “my fics” tag, but if you’d like to read them on Ao3:

Kerra Ficlets - fics from my commander Kerra’s perspective (except for the first one)

The Company Ficlets - fics from anyone else’s perspective (may still contain Kerra, be warned)

If I end up writing enough for everyone, they’ll each get their own collections, but we’ll see! :)

My Characters

Read about them under the cut! This list is getting progressively longer, and I’ll edit it to keep it updated as more of them are created. Hope you enjoy reading/learning about them! :)

EDIT: You also can find the character list here, which might be a bit easier! :)

Commander Kerralind (she/her)

The commander in my canon (as well as my main in-game), Kerra is determined to live up to expectations--her Wyld Hunt, her title, and everyone’s faith in her. Ironically, though, she’s the one who has the highest standards for herself, and a big part of her character arc is learning to value herself as much as she values everyone else. She’s an empath--literally, she can feel others’ emotions--with a big heart, and she’s an equally fierce fighter.

(Read more about her at her tag here!)

Archon Cioffi (she/her)

Due to a freak accident when she was around two years old, Cio became the first and only known being on Tyria to be “corrupted” with Primordus’ magic. She’s both an object of interest and one of fear to any asura who figure that out, so she and her brother Pliarr tend to avoid the general populace of Rata Sum. When she’s twenty-two, she leaves for the Priory, meets Sieran, and is slowly but surely drawn into the main storyline.

She’s outwardly confident, but for the most part it’s a shell. It’s very hard for her to accept her magic and herself, but through the Pact and her friends, she gets there eventually.

(Read more about her at her tag here!)

Lightbringer Pliarr (he/him)

Pliarr doesn’t have an introduction post, but I’ve talked about him a little bit! He’s a very talented mesmer, less because of his power output capabilities and more because of a ton of work. He absolutely adores his little sister and is very proud of her--he basically raises her after their parents die--and he has to learn who he is on his own after she leaves.

He becomes a top agent for the Order of Whispers and is a peripheral character in the bits I’ve written so far, but he’ll get his own spotlight one day; he definitely deserves it.

Relethen (he/him)

Rel and his sibling Nisha come from a tree deep in the Maguuma jungle. They spend the first three years of their lives with their Mother and the Itzel, but after her death, they make their way to the Silverwastes and Central Tyria. Rel ends up in Caledon, where he meets pre-Commander Kerra, and they become very good friends.

Rel doesn’t have a title that he uses, but he’s a medic with the Pact, as well as a musician and composer. He can be stubborn as hell sometimes, but he cares as much as Kerra does. One of the things he works the hardest to learn is how to let go.

(Read more about him at his tag here!)

Nishannai (xe/xyr)

Nisha’s  tall where xyr brother is short, and xe’s composed in a way that is easily mistaken for maturity but is really a defense mechanism. Xe slowly learns to let down xyr walls and grows into a leader, eventually taking the title of Marshal, though xe doesn’t keep it.

Xe also spends a good deal of xyr time attempting to avoid connection while actually forming very strong bonds, which eventually shows xem that the lessons xe was taught by xyr mother were wrong.

(Read more about xem at xyr tag here!)

Warmaster Mineille (she/her)

Minei plunges into the war too young--she manages to join the Vigil at age fifteen by convincing them she’s older. She’s a powerful necromancer and clings to that as a method of survival and of proving her worth. She’s brisk, sarcastic, and brave, and though she’s too young and should never have faced all the things she did, she is damn good at her job.

Also, she can and will adopt anyone she gets close to as family, which is potentially more essential to her survival than her skill at magic.

(Read more about her at her tag here!)

Ari Stormshield (she/her)

As a guardian growing up in an Ash legion fahrar, she was bullied quite a bit by her peers and her primus until she saved half of her future warband from a storm. Said warband was split apart years later when one of their own betrayed them to the Flame Legion. As legionnaire, Ari felt responsible, and when she couldn’t get the brass at the Black Citadel to help her retrieve her captured ‘bandmates, she joined the Order of Whispers to gain the support necessary to get them back. But nothing goes according to plan--her ‘bandmates escape on their own and she’s whisked into the Pact.

(Read more about her at her tag here! And because I actually really like her character introduction post, I’m linking that here also!)

The next five characters are Ari’s warband members!

Weylon Stormblade (he/him)

The aforementioned Flame Legion traitor, and probably the person Ari hates the most. Weylon was turned to Baelfire’s ideology over the course of several years, and subtly enough that his warband didn’t notice. He was manipulated into choosing this course, but he did in fact still choose it, and he continues to do so even once he realizes it’s wrong. He breaks away from Gaheron’s Flame Legion eventually and is a semi-reluctant member of Efram’s version come Icebrood, but he doesn’t try to earn back the friendships he lost because he has no idea how he would even begin to do so.

Lifa Stormstrike (she/her)

When Lifa’s little, she and Weylon are the “golden cubs”, so to speak, and even after they join Ari’s ‘band, they stay close. His betrayal sends her into a spiral. She refuses to stay with Ari as a ‘band of two and spends the next several years seeking direction in the form of orders to follow (luckily, as a charr, those are in ready supply). Eventually, she follows the wrong orders and joins a side she really should not, experiencing some negative fallout from this choice during the Icebrood Saga.

Casca Shadowstorm (she/her)

Casca is a very shy cub (only when she’s VERY small, but still) that grows into a very outgoing adult charr. She’s the smallest of the group but arguably has the biggest horns (and, no, that was not meant to be a euphemism even though it sounds like one). She’s one of the two Storm ‘bandmates captured by the Flame Legion, and she gives them hell the entire time she’s there. Once she’s out, she sticks close to the Citadel for a few years before venturing into the world again.

If you want to avoid being pestered for years and/or never being forgiven, don’t cross her.

Brook Splitstorm (they/them)

The other ‘bandmate captured by the Flame Legion, Brook is quick to go on the defensive and fiercely protective of those they love and trust. They do the opposite of Casca after their escape, and they head so far afield that they manage to reach Elona long before PoF happens. They stay long enough that the Pact catches up to them, and they travel home when the Pact does.

They’re the only one of the ‘band (and the only charr, as far as they know) to have faith in the human gods, especially Kormir, and when they end up in Elona, they befriend the Olmakhan.

Pol Stormheart (he/him)

Pol is big and fluffy, kind of like if you combined a Maine Coon with an average charr model. His personality matches too; he’s the one in the ‘band that they all go to with emotional problems or questions, and he and Kerra would have liked each other if they’d ever gotten to meet. He also deserves better than I’ve given him in this canon--he’s the first of Ari’s ‘band to die.

He observes the ‘band from the Mists and eventually is able to talk with Weylon years after the fact, which is a story I’m definitely going to write someday.

On to non-warband folks, round 2:

Rhianyi (they/them)

This is Rhi! They’re overwhelmingly curious and want to see as much as they can, and they can barely sit still for a solid minute. They also have discovered sarcasm and puns, and they will make jokes until they’re kicked out of a room.

They’re also so determined to see more of the world that they end up stowing away on their mother Kerra’s trip to Cantha, which, of course, can only go well.

(Read more about them in their tag here!)

Tev (he/him)

Tev is one of a set of twins--Rhi’s younger siblings--and awakens after the Icebrood Saga. He’s smart and good with a knife, but he tends to favor caution and negotiation over direct action and has a way with words that rivals that of any of his parents.

He’s currently a lot younger in my canon than in-game; he should look around four, so this is more what he’ll look like when he gets older!

Ialyn (she/her)

And this is the second twin--Ia, who’s an elementalist and always, always bright. She loves fire and is good with explosives, both of which will come in handy when she’s older but are now mainly a source of extra concern/amusement for her parents.

She, too, looks a lot younger in my canon than in-game! Bonus fun fact: this twin has some trauma--shortly after her mother (and her big siblings) head to Cantha, she’s kidnapped by the Nightmare Court.

Sindri (he/him)

The final sylvari child! Sindri is a revenant and born with a connection to the Mists that’s a little worrying for his fathers. He’s very sweet, which people sometimes mistake for him being naive, though that couldn’t be farther from the truth. His cousins are his favorite people in Tyria (outside of his dads), and he looks up to Rhi and Aurene in particular.

He can and will pretend to channel ghosts to get out of any trouble he gets himself in. About half the time it’s real.

Tanza Mjallkin (she/they)

Up next, the OC who stole my gender! (Jk, she just shares it :D ) Tanza is a revenant with a connection to Owl, as well as a latent connection to an Elder Dragon they don’t realize they have until they’re right up in that dragon’s face. She’s dedicated and kind and determined, but it took a bit of a push to get her to leave her home, her friends, and her mothers.

(Read more about them in their tag here!)

Aysel (she/her)

Aysel is half norn and half human. She was born in Gendarran Fields, but at age eleven, she ran away from home and ended up in Snowden Drifts. She found Tanza’s homestead and they eventually became good friends. Aysel is a troublemaker, but only if she’s certain she won’t get caught, and a devoted follower of Wolf who protects her pack.

Aysel currently uses no last name, but her birth/legal last name (and that of her father) is Connor.

Chieko Nakaya (she/her)

Chieko is a noble daughter of Divinity’s Reach whose family originally hails from Cantha. She’s a little bit of a princess, but she’s also a crack shot with a bow, loves her pet drake Damien, and is a pro at sneaking in and out of her window. Faren is something of a distant older sibling to her, but falls just a bit short of being a role model--something her parents are quite thankful for.

She joins the Priory during the Icebrood Saga and ends up accompanying the Pact to Cantha.

Cyprian (he/him)

Cyp technically should have been a Secondborn, but he slept just long enough that the Inquest managed to steal his pod before he could awaken. He proceeded to stay asleep for years, his pod bouncing from the Inquest to the Nightmare Court to in-between, until just after Aurene’s Ascension, when the shift in magic jolted him awake.

Cyp’s probably one of my most severely traumatized kiddos, and he can project his emotions onto others, so he’s literally capable of killing by using his own pain. Someone give him hugs and friends.

And that’s all for now, but I have at least two more coming up! :D If you’ve read all the way to the bottom, thanks for joining me!

[riftimagines]

Lightbringer Cafe-Ch.1

Ahhh! Its been a while but i return with this random fic im writing! Ill post this on Ao3 and put a link in a bit! You can read it here too if you’d like!

Ao3 link: https://www.archiveofourown.org/works/29356611

Summary: Starting a Cafe is what you wanted to do and you love it! Sometimes though it can be a bit boring and sometimes wish for a little excitement in your day. Well even though the boredom some exciting and fun stuff will happen! These stories are about those days. 

Note: This is a Modern AU

Ships: A variety of ships eventually, even some with the reader. For this chapter Its some awkward, dorky Kayn and a flirty reader!

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New dawn breaks light through the freshly cleaned windows. The smell of coffee just ground for the day filling the air and a slight chill from the cold weather outside that just seems to seep in even with the heater on. Overall, it seems like it’ll be a nice day to day and hopefully the chilly winters day will bring new customers into your lovely Cafe. You walk over to the door and flip the sign that hug on it letting all who walk by know you are open for business. You had just opened this Cafe not too long ago and only recently really started to pick up on business. So far its just been office workers near by and Hipsters that seem to show up. Nothing too interesting yet, not that you’re complaining. Business is business after all. Still, sometimes you wish someone interesting would come through your doors and make your day a little more fascinating, a little spice to your day.

A calm sigh leaves you as you sit on a stool behind the counter, waiting for any customers to walk in. Sometimes it did take a little while for people to come in but with the cold maybe someone will want something warm to drink. Before you have time to get bored waiting the bell on your door chimes to signal you in fact have customers now. You look over at two men walking in. One was and older, seemingly albino man. The other a slightly taller, young man with long black hair. The blue strip in his bangs standing out prominently from his raven locks. The older man walks to the back part of the Cafe where the lights are really not that bright, you really need to change them at some point, and sits down in the corner. He looks to the younger man that followed him and they seem to talk, probably about what to order if you had to guess.

They take a moment more before the younger of the two walks over and grins at you. Looking at him better you have to stop yourself from blushing. He’s very handsome admittedly but you can’t lose your composure over a handsome face now, your working! You just give him a friendly smile back and greet him accordingly.

“Hello, Sir. What would you like today?” You say as politely as possible. He looks up at the menu behind you and mulls over his thoughts. You wait patiently, there was no rush no one else was here anyway. His amber eyes trail back down to you. For a moment you get lost in the honey hues but quickly come back to reality when he speaks.

“I will have a Coffee and a Hot Green Tea, a two sugars and a little milk in the coffee and a little honey in the Tea. You can manage that right?”  His voice was so lovely too until that last quip. You don’t make too much of a scowl at him for that, he could just be having a bad day or something. You just nod for now.

“Of course, One Coffee, two sugars, little milk and a Hot Green Tea with a touch of Honey, coming right up! Oh what name will that be under?” He looks at you confused and scoffs.

“There’s only two customers in here, why do you need to know my name?” You frown fully this time at his rudeness. You walk back up to him and narrow your eyes.

“Because thats just how I do business and I don’t know who the order could be for. For all I know these drinks could be for someone else. That’s why I ask.” He seems a little taken back by the way you talked back to him. He looks like he’s about to say something back when a deeper, gravely voice cuts in.

“Kayn, just give them your name.” The albino man in the corner piped up, effectively shutting up whatever rude remark was coming out of ‘Kayn’s’ handsome face. You are quick to grab a pen and write ‘Cane’ on it just to spite him. You look towards the other man.

“Thank you, Sir. See that wasn’t so hard, sweetie.” He makes a weird face between a pout and confusion and honestly you can’t entirely blame him. You had no idea where that ‘sweetie’ came from but its out there now. You can regret later. With that you turn from him to start warming up some water to seep the Tea, the coffee would be much quicker. Once the water is set to heat up and the coffee cup under the coffee machine you sit on your stool. Good Tea needs properly warmed water and a little patience after all. You sitting there seemed to be an open invitation for Kayn to come up to where you were sitting and pout at you. You look at him and smile.

“Hello there, Sir. Can I help you?” He just huffs, clearly a bit miffed from earlier.

“First, you’re rude to me then you just sit here not getting our order. Are you going to do anything but sit there?” You roll your eyes at him. You have no idea how that guy in the corner can put up with this brat.

“I’m waiting for the water for the Tea to warm up. Im sure your friend over there wants good, hot Tea not cold bitter Tea. There is a process to make fresh tea.” You huff at him and give him an annoyed stare.

“You were so much more attractive before you spoke you know. Maybe you should learn some manners, huh?” He blinks and stares at you for a bit, the slightest dust of pick across his cheeks. So light you could say it was just a change in light. You’re not entirely sure why he’s gone quiet though, maybe you were being rude now. You should probably apologize. Before you can say anything you hear him mutter something very softly.

“You think I’m attractive?” Now its your turn to blink. Could he not see himself in the mirror?

“Yeah, I mean it’s pretty obvious?” He suddenly jumps at you speaking which causes you to jump too. He looks panicked like he just did something terrible.

“I-Uh, Of course I am! Im gorgeous!” You can’t help but laugh at his panic. It seems he unknowingly spoke his thoughts. Rather interesting that he would even think he’s not attractive. To have such doubts when it’s clearly the opposite is a little sad you think. You guess even the most beautiful people must have their doubts. You look at him again and see a much more noticeable redness on him. Perhaps a little mercy will go a long way here.

“Really smooth recovery. Smooth as you hair even.” The redness on his face doesn’t leave but he leans on the counter anyway like he’s the most confident person in the universe. Clearly he’s just a handsome dork it seems. Not that there is anything wrong with that but its kinda nice to know he isn’t a total jerk. You watch the dark haired man cough in to his hand trying to steady himself.

“I thought so. Glad to see you aren’t blind enough to see that.” Ah back to the arrogance it seems. Normally this would put you off but there’s just something deeper to him, like he’s scared of just being himself for some reason. It kinda reminds you of that saying ‘Fake it till you make it’ Its just a ruse to seem cooler then what he is. A part of you is somewhat sad he has to do that, hide what light he has in shadow.

“Even I would have to be pretty blind to miss your pretty face.” He looks away from you for a bit, clearly trying not to look into your eyes. You chuckle a little bit when a whistling sound catches your attention. The water! You get up to go to turn off the heat and begin to seep the tea. Only a couple minutes no more no less. While it seeps you prep the coffee and let it start to brew. A fresh brew took a little longer but you figured maybe you should be a little nicer to Kayn after your teasing. The machine whirs to life and produces a wonderful smelling coffee. The two sugars and a splash of milk is added to it before you place it in front of him. He looks at the cup and can’t help but notice your little ‘Cane’ Spelling on the cup.

“That’s not how you spell my name!” He exclaims. You laugh hardily at his ire and look back at him. You had honestly forgotten about that until just now.

“I’m sorry about that. Though to be fair I did ask you your name and I had to get it from someone else. If you want your name properly spelled next time tell me how to spell it.” He narrows his eyes and crosses his arms.

“Maybe you should learn how to spell.” Oh here we go again you think to yourself. You go back to the tea before you respond and pour it into a cup. Placing it to the side you look at him with a raised eyebrow.

“I did spell it right. That is in fact how you spell “Cane”. If your name is spelled different you should have told me.” He huffs again. You did have a point, he just didn’t like to admit it. While he’s silenced you go back to the tea and grab the honey. Carefully you spoon in just a little bit of the golden substance. The color of it reminding you of the man behind you. His eyes are the same color. You shake the thought from your head and finish up the tea. You place the second cup before him and smile.

“Here you go, honey eyes.” Welp, why you decided to go ahead and say that you’ll never know. The poor man in front of you looks confused and a little flustered.

“Honey eyes?” You want to slap yourself in the head for saying that but it’s too late now isn’t it? You look at him sheepishly and blush a bit yourself.

“Uh, yeah. You’re eyes are the same color as honey. I’m sorry. Thats probably really weird to say, hehe.” Stop being awkward. Oh this just became so much more weird. Why didn’t you just shut up and just take his order? Why do you feel the need to banter? The both of you stand there like sheepish teenagers. It’s Kayn that breaks the silence though.

“I-It’s alright! Uh, you, uh, smell nice! Like this coffee!” As soon as he says that he slaps his forehead and buries his face into his hands. You laugh again at his awkwardness. He was kinda cute when he wasn’t being rude. You decide you like this Kayn much more then the arrogant one from earlier.

“Well I do spend a lot of time around coffee. It was bound to infuse itself into my very being at some point, so thanks.” He peers back at you and openly stays red as he scratches the back of his head. There is an other awkward, flustered pause between you before its broken by the other person in the room.

“Kayn, if you have our drinks then let us leave. You’ll be late to your class, again.” Kayn jolts from his spot as the older albino comes up from behind him so quietly not even you noticed him move.

“Oh! Right, I have them dad. Here’s your tea!” Kayn quickly hands his father the tea and he nods a thanks before heading to the door. Kayn looks to you again awkwardly.

“So then, uh, goodbye. I suppose I’ll stop by again then.” He says. You give him a bright smile and nod.

“I’m looking forward to it, handsome.” You both blush at your boldness and he grips his coffee with both hands before jogging away after his father. The albino looks at him completely confused and Kayn waves him off. The older man looks back at you with suspicion and a part of your soul freezes with that look. Ok then, note to self, handsome’s father is absolutely terrifying. You watch them walk off until you can’t see them anymore. That was quite away to start off the day, you wonder what other encounters you’ll have and if they’ll be as nice as that one.