#i don't regret starting this fic or the fact i'll post it eventually

[the-lady-amphitrite]

Okay, tell me about As Long As You Love Me. Does it have anything to do with the Backstreet Boys song? Is Loki a Backstreet Boy? I need to know.

send me an ask with a WIP title and i'll talk about it!

okay so, fun fact, i don't know music pretty much At All so i had no idea that Backstreet Boys had a song with this title?? upon listening to it though i do actually know the song. i have not heard it in years though, but i'm screeching from how well it fits the story so it's been added to the playlist for this fic 😂

AS LONG AS YOU LOVE ME is actually not (directly) about Loki! it's another fic in Of Fire and Of Ice, but this one serves as a prequel to the whole series. here's the short working summary for the fic because i haven't cared to write down an actual summary for it yet.

Take a journey to discover the truth behind the story of Laufey Borsdóttir’s abduction by Jǫtunheimr, and of a life cut short because of love.

i changed a bunch of stuff in Marvel's norse lore back to fit more closely with its mythology counterparts for this AU. this included changing Loki's parentage back to its mythology version, so Laufey is his mother and Fárbauti is his father.

while i was concepting OFAOI, i just kinda got stuck often on the bit of history right before the story takes place. it always felt important to me when i was doing the first couple of drafts for the series. ruminating and working out the details of it while working on the end of the series (because there's some pre-story history stuff that comes up in the final fic that's important but not really relevant until that point) kinda snowballed into writing this fic.

it's a story about a girl who falls in love. Laufey sees Fárbauti the first time they meet when Fárbauti and his father come to Asgard during Bor's reign, and she just... kind of knows without realising that he'll be important to her.

Laufey looks down into the eyes of the Frost Giant prince, and holds his steady red gaze. Her father and brothers have always called them red as blood, but she finds she doesn’t agree. They are red — a vibrant bright red, yes— but they remind her of the red you see at sunrise. The red that brings with it the promise of a new day. And with every new day there comes new chances. New opportunities. Hope. Laufey realises she likes the prince’s sunrise-red eyes much more than the blood-red she had been expecting.

it's also a story about Laufey choosing her own path, even when the people who love her tell her it's the wrong one. it's a story about betrayal from people she thought would never harm her just because they want to protect a legacy. it's a story about Laufey fighting for what she wants, not what everyone thinks she should.

ultimately though, it's a tragedy. from the get-go of writing this fic, i knew without a shadow of a doubt that Laufey would die in the end. i didn't really have a solid idea of how, or why, or when, but i knew that she would.

I NEARLY FORGOT ALSO BUT i was looking at the planning and reading the tags i wrote for it and. i literally wrote "Soulmates, but without any lore connection to the rest of the lore for this series" and if that's not the funniest but also most genuine way i was writing this fic. they're soulmates, but theyre not the magically bound soulmates of the AU. i'm laughing and i'm crying.

[cherri-cherri]

× Little moments ×

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Pairings - Sukuna x Dying!Reader

Synopsis - Even with you gone, Sukuna remembers all of the memories of you.

Warnings - Story contains Character Death, possible misspelled words, cursing, and triggers to those who have encountered someone dying from a diseases such as cancer.

A/N: There was a headcanon that I just thought was too juicy to not try out where Sukuna had a lover but they were unfortunately lost to an sickness. So here we go, I hope you all enjoy it.

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It was always the little moments that counted when with the one you loved the most...

"Why do you not run, Woman?", a rough voice said behind her with a slight chuckle following in suit. Before the woman was the vision of death that would no doubt be burned into her mind for the rest of her life. Houses burning down into ashen shambles as the smell of burning flesh lingered in the air. Bodies littered the streets with crows hovering over the corpses for their next meal while screams and shouting could be heard from various survivors and victims caught in the destruction.

Yet as much as the sight of her village horrified her, nothing frightened the woman most than that of the sharp claws hovering over her throat, threatening to pierce into her flesh any moment now. "I said," she felt a small prick as the nail of the stranger's index finger slowly scratched the surface of her skin, "Why do you not run? Why do you not beg..?"

Her breath hitched in her throat, gasping a little but she did her best to not flinch in the man's grasp. "I-I'm doomed to die either way, dying here by your hand would mean no differently..so I am prepared to die", she said, closing her eyes as she braced herself for her untimely end. Hearing a guttural sound coming from the man, the woman was spun around to face him and her fears only grew worse.

Yes, the attack on the village could have possibly be that of bandits or a lone man causing chaos but this was no man. No..it was a monster. Four muscular arms, two faces attached to his head, a second mouth on his lower abdomen...This man was a beast, no..he was a curse. The king of curses, the terror of the land, Ryomen Sukuna.

Seeing the dread on her face, Sukuna let out a satisfied chuckle as he roughly gripped onto her chin. "You mean to tell me you don't fear death, woman?"

"No, no I fear it. I'm frightened of the thought— but I'm dying anyway. I have only a year's worse of time left before this sickness claims me, so what's the difference if it's by your hand or not.." she spoke honestly from the heart, surprising the man before her only a tad bit as she looked down to the gravel below. No one had a cure for her illness, there was no hope at all for it, even a few doctors had told her to prepare a grave in advance just in case her death came sooner than expected. It would be unfortunate but she had made peace with knowing the end was near. And so, she waited once more for whatever gruesome fate Sukuna had for her...only to hear,

"No."

"What?" She questioned, looking back up at the man who towered over her. "This will not be the day you die."

That was the first moment she had encountered the king of curses, the moment he had spared her life. Why he did, she never understood, yet after that faithful encounter, Sukuna always found her. Perhaps he visited her only out of boredom and figured today would be the day he would kill the woman, but no, he never did.

To Sukuna, Y/N was a curious case. At first, she was a mere game to him to keep him entertained for a bit or to gain a meal or two but the more he visited her, the closer he grew to the woman. She would always ask the same question whenever she saw him,

"Is today the day, Sukuna-Sama?" And she would always ask it with such a calm smile on her lips. It irritated him—no, annoyed him that she didn't fear the looming threat of death with each visit he made. What made it worse was how welcoming the girl was to him.

He came to learn things about Y/N. The first was that she was a firm believer in her worship. Even with the motor functions of her legs growing weaker and weaker by the day, the girl would try to make a daily trip to the local temple for prayer. Once, he caught her passed out on the steps to the temple and when questioning her on why she was so desperate to prey, the only answer he received was "It may seem stupid to you but I'm grateful for the life I have, even if it's so short. They've allowed air and life to see and hear and to be here with you..so paying my respects every day is just hope that maybe tomorrow, I get to see you again." And then she smiled to him. That same irritating damning smile...

It strung a place in his chest that he had not felt in a long time. A place he thought was long shriveled up and killed, yet she brought it out. He learned that she loved flowers. Coming to her home once to find her tending to her garden, looking surprised to see him only to greet him like always, cheerful dirt covered smile and all..."Welcome back, Sukuna-Sama. Is today the day?"

Eventually the garden withered away when Y/N couldn't even step through the front door. He saw how almost every day, she grew weaker and steadily weaker. Her beautiful skin slowly dulling away into a pale color, her hair once lush and fine as silk now fallen out and gone, her breaths slow and timid. But she always greeted him with that same way as always..

"Is today the day?"

"Is today the day, Sukuna-Sama"

"S-sukuna..Sama..."

He hated it. He hated that some frail woman was able to make him feel such pathetic feelings. He hated the fact that he grew attached to her and now seeing her slowly become nothing but a husk as every sun sets was growing unbearable.

There were days to where Y/N's condition grew worse, to where when Sukuna arrived to see her, she couldn't remember who he was. Her coughing fits had her spew blood onto her hands and her body ached in pain so much. She was not long for this world and he knew it...he knew it.

"Sukuna-Sama...please, please..." He was above her as she laid in her bed, his hand cover her left one as her right palm caressed his cheek gently "is today..t-the day..?"

His heart felt like it was slowly being grounded up into bits as he started into her eyes. He wanted to say no, he wanted for her to stay just a bit longer in his embrace and yet that wasn't possible. Not in her state. Lifting her hand up to his lips, Sukuna stood up from her knee as a sigh escaped his lips.

"Yes..Today is the day, Y/N."

And there was that same smile as always. Weakly stretching across her cheeks with no malice or anger, not even a single trace of regret. "Oh good...Finally...." closing her eyes, Y/N prepared herself for the end yet again but now knowing this time it would surely come. As Sukuna's nails extended a bit, preparing to end the woman, he heard her last words and froze.

"Thank you, Sukuna-Sama...thank you for these little moments..."

He sat there for God knows how long, staring at her corpse laying there peacefully on the bed with a gaping hole in her chest. Blood dribbled down Y/N's now cold and chapped lips, the warmth in her body now gone as well as the life that once flowed through the empty shell of a body. Resting below his feet was a heart, her heart, no longer pumping fresh blood through her body but instead laying motionless on the wooden floor. She was gone.

She was finally gone and yet this feeling remained. This horrible feeling in his own heart. Those memories of her were constantly playing on loop, over and over again with the same words in his mind.

'Is today the day, Sukuna-Sama'.

He screamed out her name. He yelled it for all to hear, anguish filling his soul entirely as he uttered her name. He cursed her. He screamed out her name so many times and cursed her for placing him through such hell. He cursed her..for being the woman he loved. The woman he grew to love and yet she would never know. Perhaps he truly didnt mean those words, but hoped by cursing her, Y/N would return.

That she would awaken in his arms and give him that same smile he came to love. But no, it wouldn't have been that simple. She wasn't coming back..she wasn't coming back....

A thousand years have gone by and yet those little moments echoed in his mind. As he stood before the grave of his true love in the body of his vessel, he remember those words he said to him before she gave her last breath–

'Thank you..'

"No. I should've thanked you, Y/N. Rest well..."

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[A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this. This is my first fanfic here on tumblr and well, I like it but I want more. I might make more following this concept of a lover of Sukuna, maybe even do little scenes that I wasnt able to add here in the fic.

I'm open for asks and requests of Characters from jjk like Sukuna, Gojou or Megumi to which I'll make a post about later. Feel free to Message me with any questions on it if you like or follow for an update down the line. Thank you guys and again and please like/reblog this. See you in the next fic -🍒]

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You and Me II || Harry Potter

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin/Reader

Summary: After years at Hogwarts, your life would really begin and nothing could be better than to start this new phase with your official birthday party, but the next day does not turn out quite as expected.

Warnings: For those who haven't read the first part yet, Tom Riddle is not Voldemort in this fic. The first wizard war was against another wizard but its consequences are still valid! Just pure fluff and an implied bit of smut.

Word Count: 3,0k

A/N: This is obviously the part two of You and Me, but it’s not necessarily related, so you can just read this one as a one shot but the first part gives you a lot of context for this, ok? ok then. (Happy really early Birthday Katie! I'd like to post this on your bday but I was too anxious for this. Hope you like it!)

Part I

04/27/1997

"You're really not well, how can a person be in this state when their birthday is so close? I've tried to understand and still can't", the brunette's bored voice made itself present in the room for the 4th time in the day and as I prepared my answer, she held up her hand and delivered her own hypothesis first. "You can't be sad that we're finishing seventh year, I swear for Merlin's sake, if that's the case, I'll...", the words slipped slowly from her mouth, as did the calmness remaining in her.  

"Even though anything you have to say sounds like a lot of fun, it's not the case. I really want to start my own life, have my own job and all that. I'm just thinking a lot lately, too many things have happened, we've all changed so much", I didn't bother to look at her, still focused on the ceiling painted like a blue summer sky and she didn't mind asking permission to lie next to me on the bed. 

"We had to grow up eventually, although some took too long, in fact, I can point out for sure that half the boys still act like kids", we both laughed until our bellies ached.

"Well, good for us then because Draco and Blaise are not on that list and don't even dare look at me like that, you know he's changed a lot", I heard her amused giggles and already imagined what was coming. 

"I wasn't even going to say anything this time, it's really impressive how you just stick up for him, I hope it's the same with me", I frowned and looked at her as if she was out of her mind, and there were chances she really was. "Since when do you need protection from someone?". 

"I never said I needed it, but it's nice to know I have it", she shrugged without looking me in the eye and I decided it would be better to change the subject, because nothing good ever comes out of a Pansy, who is unseasy in any sense. 

"So, about your...," she started. "Pansy, what do you…”, I said at the same time, but I just smiled and waited in silence for what she had to say. 

"I was going to ask about your parents, you're going to have to live with them in a month, so how are you feeling about that?", she just glanced at me. 

"That's been going through my mind, I have no idea what it's going to be like but it's going to be better than anything that's happened in the past, that's enough for now", I sighed. 

"You know you can come to my house, right? You can hide there", I agreed with a smile and we continued in a comfortable silence. 

04/29/1997

7:30 A.M.

 On the morning of my birthday, I woke up in the best possible way. The warmth emanating from Draco's body and the thick blanket kept me unfazed by the freezing wind coming in through the window. I didn't want to move and I didn't need to. 

I sighed satisfied with the position I was in, curled up under the blanket hugging the blond's bare torso, with no responsibility or obligation other than to enjoy my day. 

"Morning, love", his arms pressed me tighter against him, I could feel his calm breathing and somehow, I felt calmer too.

I left a few kisses on his bare skin and the goosebumps they caused on him made me break out into a little smile. "Good morning, love", I whispered leaning back against him.  

"Come here, let me give you a proper happy birthday", he gave my hair a quick pat and lifted my chin to look at him. 

 As soon as I crawled closer to him, his arms entwined around my waist and pulled me even closer. 

"Happy birthday my love", he left several little kisses on my face and neck before moving to my lips, but our moment was interrupted by a noise on the window.

 A gray owl incessantly beat its beak on the window pane, we looked at each other, neither of us wanted to get up, but it would be too cruel to leave the poor thing waiting there. 

"It's my birthday, I have the right to ask you to go", I gave a brief kiss on his lips before letting him go to the war field. 

 I stayed warm while he opened the window further so that the owl could get through, as well as the icy wind. 

He rushed back to my side in time to see me tear the seal off the letter I received. 

"It's from my parents, they are really working hard this year. I have to admit that", I told him as I scanned the paper. 

"At least they realized what a great daughter they have, she's a little mean but still great", I was too busy reading the letter to notice his cunning and more icy than usual hands pass around me.  

 I jumped out of bed as I felt the shock of our skin contact and he had the audacity to laugh, I had to control myself too much not to grab my wand. 

"Draco Lucius Malfoy, you are dead now", I climbed into bed with my pillow, ready to fight. 

20:00 P.M.

 A few hours later, I was getting ready for the party in the Slytherin common room, everyone was invited since after this stressful year, a party would be nice and I couldn't physically kick anyone out. 

I was barely concentrating in my makeup, Nala was running back and forth between my feet wanting attention and I couldn't give it to her or for the next few hours, no matter how much it broke my heart. 

"For Merlin's sake... Nala! Sit!", it saddened me to see that she obeyed but still wanted to come running to me, that deserved a good reward.

 I fed her one of her favorite cookies and petted her shiny fur before going back in front of the mirror. I checked several times to make sure I was ready. 

"See you later my love, mma will be back soon", I waved to her and went downstairs before I gave in. 

 There were already a lot of people when I arrived, the new song by The Weird Sisters was so loud that Pansy didn't hear me, even though I called out 2 times as she passed by on the other side of the room. 

As I made my way through, many friends stopped to congratulate me and also to chat a bit, by the time I realized what I was supposed to do, more than 10 minutes had passed. 

"Have you guys seen Pansy? I was looking for her", I said before turning my own glass of buttered beer over and leaving it in Tom's hand. "See you guys later", my eyes were glued on the blond guy standing in the corner and in less than a second, I was walking towards him. 

"What the hell am I supposed to do with that?!", I heard his indignant voice but ignored it along with all the other people, who tried to talk to me on my way to him. 

"You know, the delay is only elegant because it doesn't last more than 5 minutes", he was smiling even though he hated tardiness. 

"Maybe for most people, a queen is never late love, the others were too early. Especially when it's her birthday", I stopped in front of him. "You haven't given me my present yet, I'm waiting", I pointed to my own lips.  

 He chuckled and looked at me for a few seconds before he said  something, even with the lights flashing I could still see the twinkle in his eyes, which still reflected mine equally. 

"Are you asking this as a gift around too?", his smile widened as did mine, he took a step closer. 

"Does that mean you're not going to give it to me? I had high expectations for this one in particular", something in his gaze changed, I could clearly tell but it was gone as quickly as it appeared. 

"That particular one can wait, right now, I have my main gift", he took his hands off his back and in them was a green velvet median box with silver details. 

 I was almost breathless just admiring the package once it was in my hands. To top it off, a green silk bow and I had the impression that he had made it himself. 

When I opened it, my jaw dropped. A silver necklace with an emerald heart carefully displayed in the box. 

"Draco, you really didn't have to give me something expensive", he didn't answer me, instead took the necklace and helped me put it on. 

"It seemed like an appropriate gift, now that we will no longer be living by Slytherin rules, it’s a nice way to say goodbye", I didn't think twice before I kissed him. 

"I love you, I'll never get tired of saying that", I whispered between kisses. "You won't forget that, right?", I sighed as he brushed his lips across the skin of my neck. 

"I have no reason to forget love, I...", we were interrupted by a forced cough behind me. 

"Why don't you two just go into a room? No one has to see this scene", Blaise's unmistakable voice sounded and I felt my boyfriend giggle, not moving out of position. 

"You can go after your girlfriend instead of getting in our way, wouldn't that be a brilliant idea?", I didn't see what happened, but a nice answer wouldn't be."So where were we honey?", he raised his eyes to meet mine. 

"We better save that for the end of the party love, wasn't that your idea?", I pulled away from him and took his hand. "You have a whole party to enjoy." 

"I already regret that decision, thanks for reminding me", he mumbled that and a few other things I couldn't hear. 

07/01/1997

7:00 A.M.

"I still can't believe this is our last breakfast at Hogwarts", Astoria commented amidst the silence that had formed at our table. 

"I still can't believe it's really over, it seems like any minute now I'm going to wake up and be back in third year", Pansy added. 

"Well, I hope you'll make better decisions if you go back there tonight. No one forgot the hair Pan", my remark made everyone laugh for the first time in the day, a bit of pride grew inside me. 

"Just because Hogwarts is over doesn't mean we're going to split up. None of you have any right to be this down today", Theo said and I was forced to smile as was everyone else. 

"I was glad to be rid of you, at no point I was sad," Blaise muttered but we could all hear him and we all laughed once again. 

8:00 A.M. 

"What are you thinking?" he was with his eyes closed leaning against the train window, but I knew he wasn't asleep. 

"How familiar everything here is, the worn leather of the seat, the smell of candy in the hallway and of trees coming in through the window. Other things will be familiar 7 years from now, it's just weird to think about it," he continued in the same position but held out his hand to me. 

"That's true but I feel better knowing that we will continue to be each other's constant," I intertwined our fingers and we continued like that until we arrived.  

11:00 A.M. 

"It's time for the gifts, we prefer to give you personally. I believe you will like it", my mother said as soon as we sat down on the couch in our living room. 

 I smiled not knowing how to respond, since I usually got the same thing every year, money or more paint, and I was pretty sure they didn't choose in person. 

"Go ahead, open it. We decided to give two separate presents this year, the pink wrapping is mine and the purple one is your father's", the two boxes were right next to me on the couch, so why was I hesitating so much to pick them up? 

 A lot was going on in my head, they have changed a lot in the last year but why? I could be dreaming of the ideal day, but no dream was as vivid as this one.

I took a deep breath and opened the pink first, I expected to find anything but my stuffed bunny, he was washed and clean, different from how I remembered, but still the same. 

"I thought I lost or tore it a long time ago", I managed to say as I hugged him like one who finds an old friend, but he was beyond that. 

"He was really in a rough state, but I was able to fix him. It was in one of the boxes in the basement, remember how you got it?", I agreed again, a wave of memories washed over me. 

My parents had just arrived home from a business trip, it was the first time I had been alone at home without them. 

"Mommy, Daddy!", I ran down the stairs as fast as my little legs would allow and threw myself into my father's arms, not caring about his wet coat, which soon became even wetter. "You promi-promised that you would be back soon”. 

"Oh my love, something unexpected has happened. We were never going to leave you alone for so long," her hands wiped away my tears and took me in her lap. "So, for you never have to be alone again, we brought a little friend, he will always keep you company when we have to leave." 

That wasn't enough to calm me down but it made me curious enough to stop crying, I didn't have any friends before that. 

 I hurried to open the other package but there was only an empty picture frame with no photo inside. 

Before I could open my mouth to ask for an explanation, shapes began to appear from the black background. 

I recognized the picture, me still a baby in my mother's arms and my father behind her, hugging us both but as soon as I blinked, it was gone. 

Another picture formed in its place, I was older, about two or three years old, this one I had never seen. I was on my mother's lap holding a drawing that I had made and possibly looked terrible. 

More pictures appeared and disappeared but I didn't wait to see them all at that moment. 

"I loved these gifts...thank you Mom and Dad," I made a great effort to hold back the tears as I hugged them both. "They are the best presents I have ever gotten." 

23:00 P.M. 

"What are you two doing out there at this time of night?! Draco, have you been drinking now?", Narcisa gave us another stern look before opening the door and shoving us inside. 

 We walked in almost tripping over the living room rug, laughing at each other, to the point where tears formed in our eyes.  

"Shhhhhh, my dad must be working... uhhhhhh, he's not going to like this, u-um," his hand covered my mouth. 

I pushed his hand away from my face. “Me?Shut up? You're practically screaming you idiot!".

 "You two, I don't want another peep out of you. Come up quietly. Your father doesn't like to be interrupted," she whispered, but it was enough for us to agree without hesitation. 

"Yes, Captain, I mean, ma'am," he pulled me up the stairs before her patience ran out. 

07/02/1997

14:00 P.M. 

"What do you mean, you don't remember what happened?", the blond was clearly trying hard not to laugh and I sighed, still under the blanket. 

"I don't remember Draco, did your mother really not hate me? I can't believe we came here...", even though no one was watching me, I started to blush, or was it just the fever? There's no way to be sure now. 

"That could never happen, she made sure to request your favorite tea. Now get out of there before it gets cold", he tried to pull on my blanket but I used all the rest of my strength not to let him.  

"Noooo, out there that's too cold. Come here, it's too cold for you too", I took one of my hands from the comfortable warmth to pull him to me. "You didn't have to get up so early to get this", I whispered but soon after started coughing. 

"There must be a potion to help you, I'll just get it and then...", he was ready to get up from the bed but I didn't let go of his arm. 

"I just want you, please stay here? The elf will bring it anyway", before he could protest, I covered him with the blanket. "You're not well either, let's just lay down for now". 

 He opened his mouth to deny it again but all that came out was a sneeze, after this he just gave up and lied down too. We were both screwed but at least we were together, right? I tried to think positive.

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Harry Potter Masterlist

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Writing ask meme - 1, 2, and 3!

Thank for your ask, cerusee!

1. Which of your fics would you keep the basic plot of but rewrite completely?

Ooof, starting out with a tough one... I think it would be a toss up between two of my current published WIPs:

Unsettled: I started writing this one after Darksiders 3 came out, basing the characterizaton of the main character on how he was portrayed in that game... and then the next game came along and contradicted the characterization I had come up with completely lol. I have been suffering from writer's block regarding that fic ever since, and I'm still not entirely sure if/how I'll salvage it. There has been many a day when I played with the idea of just straight up deleting it.

A Ghost Here Amongst The Living: I set out to write a fic that included the side characters surrounding Dimitri more, compared to the almost entirely player-avatar-focused scenes from the game, but then the word count ballooned and it was 4am and I didn't want to write a 14k one-shot monster, so I decided to split it into chapters... with the result that the side characters are barely in chapter 1. What was I thinking?

2. Anything that you’d like to write but feel like you’re unable to?

I have nagging brain worms for a long fic for every single fandom I have ever written for on AO3, each of which I feel unable to write for two reasons. The first reason is shared across all 4 fandoms: I already have 5 published WIPs and several unpublished ones and if I add any more I'll go insane. The second reason is specific to each work/fandom:

A follow up to "Ill Weeds Grow Apace" that introduces Cass to my Batman Arkham: Compendium. I have a plot and characters and ideas! I have also been out of this fandom for years and would probably have to re-read significant chunks of IWGA to remember where the hell I even left off. lol

A chronicle of Fury's time with the humans after Darksiders 3. I'd have to create a shit ton of OCs.

A multi time line fic where Byleth from FE3H starts out going down the path of Crimson Flower, regrets her choice, tries again, ends up going through all 4 routes at least once, and eventually manages to walk an Azure Moon path that lets almost everyone live. This one is 90% fueled by pure spite in sight of the subtle racism and not so subtle sexism and extremely unsubtle canon violations of a certain fic that already exists in this fandom, and I just don't think spite can carry me that far.

A MCU AU set after Avengers: Age of Ultron, in which Wanda, driven by guilt over having allied with Hydra temporarily leaves the Avengers under the guise of needing some time to mourn after the death of her brother, but actually ends up relentlessly pursuing Hydra cells, one of which turns out to be looking for Bucky. She runs into him, they team up, and bond over mutual trauma by Hydra and their struggles with adjusting to post-Hydra life (platonic bonding only). This my blatant desire to see two of my favorite MCU characters interact, and also reconcile the fact that comics Wanda is jewish yet movie Wanda allied with literal nazis, and also to get her out of that awfully boring love plot they put her into with Vision (I love Vision, but these two have zero chemistry, imo). That said, the spark I felt after Winter Soldier and Age of Ultron died a long time ago (and got buried 6 feet under by IW/Endgame), so...

3. How would you describe your writing style?

It's like a beaten path through a misty forest: starts with the misty forest (I sometimes write a thousand words of scenery/mood setting before anyone starts talking), then you get to the path (plot), but the entire thing is overgrown with roots and moss and flowers (characterization!)

[succubusphan]

Cream.

Summary: A disgruntled Phil comes home after some work meetings and finds his naughty Neko boyfriend in a compromising position. Sequel to: Caught With My Hands in the Cookie Jar

Rating: E

Tags: Smut, Neko! Dan, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Rimming, Blow Jobs, Watching, Porn Watching, self-sucking, does this count as self cest? idk maybe, don't say I didn't warn you. Established Relationship.

Word Count: 1.7k

A/n: This is part of my project 100 fics: I'm posting 7 fics before April 22nd so that my OSPBB fic can be my 100th story posted. I don't have them written so this could fail but I'm pretty set on it, so I hope to do it. PS: I wrote pretty late so I'm sure there are mistakes but I'll catch them in the morning.

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Dan felt a bit stuffy and hot in Phil’s ‘York’ hoodie, but he needed to be close to Phil and this was as good as it would get for a while, the comforting scent taking the edge of the pain prickling in his body. He sat on the sofa with a huff, making sure not to squish his tail or his frilly skirt, and texted Phil again. He knew for a fact that Phil was busy, running from meeting to meeting but he couldn’t help himself. He was just about to snap.

To Phil:

How long do you have? I miss you :(

Dan pressed his legs together and started purring to try to calm himself down but it wasn’t really working. Fifteen minutes later he got a reply.

To Dan:

You know perfectly well I’m in a meeting. Dan, please. Can you wait until I’m done? I can’t focus like this.

To Phil:

I just miss you so much :( I wish you were here.

Feeling a little daring, he snapped a selfie looking at the camera from under his lashes, biting his lip and letting his cat ears peak from between his curls. It was a low blow, but he was desperate. He hit ‘Send’ before he could regret it.

To Dan:

I can’t believe you are doing this to me when you know I’m working!

To Phil:

I’m sorry! It’s ok. Just keep working.

Dan closed his eyes trying not to cry. Not only was Phil not coming home early but he was also mad at him. It hadn’t been a huge argument but this was their first fight and they weren’t even in the same room for him to determine how bad this was.

Phil made the effort to work from home because he knew that Dan tended to have some separation anxiety when they were apart, but he had to go to meetings with his clients from time to time, often opting for scheduling them all on the same day if possible. Maybe today’s argument would make him realise that Dan was more trouble than he’d thought. Maybe he was already considering dumping him.

Dan shook his head, trying to get a hold of his emotions. The heat hormones often left him feeling a lot more emotional than usual, making him snap or cry at the most minuscule problems. He focused on remembering how Phil’s voice sounded this morning when he kissed him goodbye, telling him that he loved him and he couldn’t wait to be back with him. He took a few deep breaths and decided to handle things on his own. It wouldn’t be good enough but it would have to do.

He turned the TV on and switched to a porn channel. He cocked his head when a Neko appeared on the screen. Dan rolled his eyes when he yowled as the man licked his twitching hole. That felt good but not that good. Still, it was a nice feeling, so Dan decided to spread his legs, extend one over his head and lick his own rim softly. He shivered at the feeling. It was a bit uncomfortable to bend down that far but he didn’t want to stop. He kept his eyes on the screen and tried to mimic the movements from the screen, circling his hole and slowly dipping his tongue inside, tasting the sweetness there with a soft moan. Maybe he should do this more often.

Even though his cock was hard and leaking, he decided to ignore it completely despite the temptation. He wanted to take his time and make this last so he could come only once before Phil was back. If he got too oversensitive, they would have to wait and Dan had no intention of waiting. Eventually, the teasing licks became more purposeful and he started to dip it in as far as he could, running it on his inner walls, enjoying the slightly textured feeling quite a lot.

At some point, he must have lost the notion of time because Phil was standing right beside him with wide eyes. Dan froze, his tongue still inside himself and purring madly.

“I didn’t know you could do that,” was all that Phil said before he took notice of Dan’s outfit. “Did you put on my hoodie because you missed me?”

Dan cleared his throat and sat up, lowering his leg and laying his skirt down on his throbbing cock. “Yeah. I’m sorry that I texted you so much, my heat is starting and I felt really uncomfortable.”

That spurred Phil into action. “Oh, Dan,” he said kneeling on the couch and pulling him into a kiss. “I’m so sorry that I wasn’t here to take care of you, baby.”

“It’s ok. I was waiting for you,” Dan mumbled.

“Do you think you can come from rimming yourself?” Phil asked curiously, but Dan noticed his pupils were blown wide.

“Yeah, I just don’t do it often because it takes a while and I prefer it when you do it.”

Phil smiled. “Ok, come here,” Phil said, easily picking him up and carrying him to the bedroom. He placed Dan on the bed and started removing his clothes.

Dan grabbed at the hem of the hoodie but Phil stopped him.

“Leave it on. I love it when you wear my clothes.”

“Ok,” Dan smiled and wrapped his hand around his shaft, stroking his cock slowly. “What should I do?”

“Show me how you rim yourself, how deep you can go,” Phil said, the tone of his voice much lower than before.

Dan nodded and settled back against the headboard, slowly spreading his legs for Phil to see and pulled one of his legs back before bending over and tasting himself, his eyes never leaving Phil’s.

“That’s really hot,” Phil said, finally climbing onto the bed and sitting in front of Dan. He wrapped one hand around his cock and thumbed the slit before stroking himself lazily. A moan escaped his lips as he watched Dan unceremoniously shove his tongue into his dripping hole and started to fuck himself with it. Phil tried to match his rhythm but the scene before him was proving to be a bit much for him, he didn’t want to come until he was inside Dan so he let go of himself. “Wait!”

Dan frowned, laying his cat ears flat, but stilled nevertheless.

Phil grabbed Dan’s hips and pulled him closer, causing him to lay more on his back than he was before, leaving him more exposed before him. “Do you think you can suck your own cock while I eat you out?”

Dan’s ears perked up. “Probably not without giving us a concussion.” His tail twitched in interest though.

“Ok,” Phil said, slowly pushing two fingers past Dan’s rim. “Go on, show me how good you are.”

Dan smirked and hooked his hands behind his knees, making it more comfortable to bend over and take the tip of his cock in his mouth, running his tongue around the edge and purring softly. He let his eyes fall closed for a moment as he savoured the feeling.

Then, he felt Phil’s fingers work inside him, patiently working him open and occasionally pressing against his prostate. It was a bit weird to feel his own cock twitch in his mouth under Phil’s ministrations, but he wouldn’t trade the experience for anything in the world. He was definitely going to ask Phil to do this again.

“Look at me,” Phil said in a commanding tone. Staring straight into Dan’s eyes he leaned down and pressed his tongue inside the Neko's rim, carefully avoiding hitting him on the head.

The tip of Dan’s toes curled as the pleasure hit him in waves. He carefully bobbed his head, taking more and more of his cock until he was deepthroating himself. Before he could even realise what was happening, he was coming down his own throat with a choked moan.

That took the edge off the pain, helping his hormones settle a bit, but his body was already asking for more, for a real mate. His cock was still hard so Dan pulled off carefully and looked at his boyfriend with huge eyes.

Phil pulled his fingers and licked his way up his perineum, sucking at his balls and running his tongue flat against the underside of his cock, briefly stopping to suckle at the crown and continuing his way up Dan’s body, removing the hoodie and skirt swiftly. He pressed the tip of his cock to Dan’s hole and looked him in the eye. “Ready?”

“Yes!” Dan moaned, feeling much more comfortable without clothes, and wrapped his legs around Phil’s waist.

Phil shifted his weight forward onto his elbows, bracketing Dan’s face as he leaned down for a kiss at the same time he pushed in. He moaned and finally let his hips snap, letting his instincts overtake him. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh sounding like music to his ears. As he got closer and closer to coming, he buried his face in Dan’s neck, panting as he mouthed at the skin there. “Ah! Fuck! You are so hot. So hot. Did you like to feel your tongue inside your little hole kitty?”

“Yeah, It was amazing. My tongue is just textured enough to feel like a hot wet sex toy,” Dan said with a smirk. He knew Phil enough to know that he was curious.

Phil let out a loud moan and grabbed onto Dan’s curls a little too tightly, pulling his hair.

“Do you want to know what it feels like? Hmm? Do you want your kitty to eat you out and put on a pretty little buttplug in you with a fluffy tail attached?”

“Fuck! Dan... You can’t say things like that. Fuck!” Phil said, but he pressed deep into Dan and came, shaking like a leaf.

Dan snaked a hand between them and finished himself off, Phil still trying to catch his breath.

“Did you mean that?” Phil mumbled.

“Yeah,” Dan panted. “Of course.”

“Will you fuck me too?”

“I’d love that,” Dan said, pressing a kiss to the side of Phil’s head with a smirk.

[rueloffandon]

surrender // ruel van dijk fanfic

friends to lovers fic, mostly fluff but gets more heated towards the end.

this is my first fic!!! so please feel free to tell me about anything that needs correcting because i didn’t go through this lmao. please enjoy :)))

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"you're going down van dijk, and there's nothing you can do about it" you sneer as you and ruel circle each other in his room, ready to attack at any moment

"i'm not too sure about that midget, i have more range" ruel shoots back.

"i'm fast though, and i have more skill"

"who lied to you??? you're clumsy as fuck!" he said while smirking

"shut the hell up before i make you" you retorted, already riled up.

this whole affair happens more often than expected between you two, as you both hate studying, yet still decide to try to study together in a vain attempt to be productive on saturdays when you two hang out. most of the time it ends up with you two watching netflix or play fighting, based off of how much energy you two have on any given saturday.

it's been a best friend tradition ever since you were in elementary, hanging out on saturdays to keep your friendship strong. ruels mom suggested it as you both were always free on saturdays, the one day your schedules didn't conflict.

this play fight was created by you two poking each other with your pencils when you got bored of reading the textbook required to complete your notes, to the point you got enraged and threw your textbook across the room, declaring war.

you can't be blamed, after all, with ruels 6'5 body, it gave him an unfair advantage in pencil poking. every time you tried to retaliate, he would simply move out of reach to get you again.

"yo stop being such a pussy and attack me already, we haven't got all day" you taunted, still circling ruel. this fight was less about winning and more about making him mad, as they always are.

considering he had already succeeded at irritating you, he was winning.

"look, you already know you're going to lose, so why don't you just give up already? save you the trouble of an inevitable defeat" he said in a mocking tone, the stupid smirk on his face still going strong.

apparently, that was the last straw for you, as you launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms and legs around his torso and sending him tumbling onto his back with a grunt.

you were now straddling him, putting all your effort into tickling his stomach before he gained his senses and flipped you over, pinning you below him and tickling your sides

"ruel,, please,,,, stop,,, ah!" you managed to say between laughs and gasps for air

in the meantime ruel was having a blast tormenting you, laughing as he saw you struggling in vain to escape from his hands. "sorry sweetheart, but you asked for it!" he said, giggling, as he continued digging his fingers into your sides

you were managing to wriggle out from underneath him when he noticed, and took both of your hands and pinned them above your head with one of his own, preventing your escape.

"no way out now" he said with a smile, leaning towards your face to gloat about his victory

any smart remark you would've had ready died when you saw how close his face was to yours. you could feel his breath on your face, his front hairs almost brushing your cheeks as your eyes met. you glanced down to his lips briefly before looking up at his eyes again out of instinct, making you blush out of embarrassment.

this wasn't the first time that it hit you that ruel was attractive. after all, it was kind of just a fact of life. however, this close up, has been the first time you've been prompted to do something about it.

weirdly, it seems like he had the same idea, as he glanced down to your lips as well, bringing the hand that wasn't pinning yours down to smooth over your bottom lip.

at this point, your heart was beating out of your chest out of anticipation. you weren't even sure what you wanted him to do. i mean, you knew what your heart wanted, but what if this kiss ruined your friendship? you didn't want years of your childhood gone to waste because of a spur of the moment thing.

you had made up your mind to stop him, and opened your mouth to do so, but never got the chance as he smashed his lips against yours before you could respond. he released your hands from a over your head to cup your face as he kissed you.

fuck it, it's too late anyway

you closed your eyes and returned the kiss, running your hands through the hair at the back of his head.

when he ran his tongue over your bottom lip, asking for entrance, you opened up to taste him, tasting apples and grapes from the snacks you brought up to study.

eventually, you two had to break apart for air, but ruel didn't stop kissing you. instead he began to leave kisses down your neck, making you gasp and tug at his hair. he seemed hell bent on leaving as many hickeys as he could, tugging the collar of your t-shirt down to leave hickeys on your collarbones and chest as well.

when he started travelling back up he sucked on your pulse point at the base of your neck, making you moan involuntarily.

he looked back at you, again, with that smirk on his face, seeing your face bright red from making such a sound. you could barely meet his eyes yet you knew he had something to say just by that dammed smile.

"shut up-" you said, pointedly avoiding his gaze.

"make me" he said, voice raspy and deep from arousal, the tone making you shiver.

you pulled him down for another kiss, which was getting more and more heated by the second. as your arms slipped down to grab at his shoulders, he slipped his arms around your waist, lifting you off the ground.

he picked you up, while you wrapped your legs around his waist for support, and manoeuvred you around to lay you on the bed, only breaking the kiss for air.

he lifted himself up off you, breaking the kiss and moved to take off his shirt when his phone started ringing. you, wide eyed and stunned, took a deep breath as you finally started to process what had happened.

he sighed and ran a hand through his hair before taking his phone out of his pocket and answering "hello" in a raspy just-got-kissed that made your heart go into overdrive

"hey ruel, are you in the house? i forgot my keys" you heard coco's (ruel's sisters) voice speak through the phone

as soon as he realized who was calling, he cleared his throat, a little blush of his own spreading across his cheeks.

"umm.. yea coco, i'll... be right there man" he answered before he hung up. he glanced back down at you with a soft look, disheveled from his kisses, and he leaned down to fix you with another kiss before he ran downstairs to open the door for coco.

once he left the room, the high of the kiss left your body, leaving you with huge doubts. what did this mean? does he like you or does he just want your body? what will this do to our friendship?? can we ever go back to how it was before??? why is my heart still beating this fast even though the kiss is over????

these thoughts swirled around in your head and sent you into a panic. by the time ruel came back to the room, you had managed to fix yourself up, found a bandanna to wear around your neck to cover most of the love bites, and packed up your things to leave his house, post-kiss glow gone from your face. it was almost as if you had just walked in. as if nothing happened here in this room.

the smile ruel had been wearing since he left the room after kissing you vanished after seeing you all packed up and ready to leave. he was hoping you two could talk about what happened but when you muttered a small "bye" when brushing past him through the doorway and downstairs to the front door it was clear to him that you regretted it.

in truth, he had been wanting to do that for a long while. you were the only girl in his life he would trust with his heart and soul, and the only girl he found beautiful. to him, you were the only option, and he would go any length to make you his.

he had wanted to take a different, slower approach, maybe try to make you fall in love with him before he started making moves that bold, but the opportunity presented himself, so he took it, following his impulses. 

he's cursing himself out now because of them, with his head in his hands, wondering if he really screwed over his relationship with you for good.

your eyes watered as you walked out the door, heart breaking a little as you had come to a terrifying conclusion. ruel didn't really want you. he wanted your body. of course he saw you as a friend, but you assumed to him, sex was sex and it didn't matter who it was with.

yet you still liked ruel. you really liked him. and it only took a kiss to realize it.

i'm so fucked aren't i.

[fromheroestodust]

Be Alright

Summary: Stanley goes through the mind breaking experience of someone he loves dying at the hands of his worst fear.

Warnings: cussing (duh), dead body?, Much sadness

Word count: 1,471

Pairing: Stanley Uris x reader

A/N: this is based off of the song Be Alright by Dean Lewis! This is also my first It fic! (Sorry if it's shit, I didn't edit) also this is the first fic I've posted in a while, I have a lot but I haven't really been motivated to post them. I promise I'll be posting more soon ! (Also I know that this isn't really what the song is about but I wanted to change it a lil)

I look up from the ground

To see your sad and teary eyes

You look away from me

And I see there's something you're trying to hide

And I reach for your hand but it's cold

You pull away again

And I wonder what's on your mind

"Y/n? What's wrong?" I ask, concern quickly spreading to my voice. She never acted like this.

And then you say to me you made a dumb mistake

You start to tremble and your voice begins to break

"I made a dumb mistake, Stanny." Y/n mumbles, her voice cracking with her words. The blood drains from my face as I see her suddenly turn around, her eyes void of life as tears stream from them.

I bolt upright in my bed, my chest heaving for breath and my skin covered in cold sweat. The memories of everything that'd been going on the past few weeks suddenly washes over me, nearly pulling me under the waves as a hybrid of a sob and a cry escapes my throat and I bury my face in my hands.

So I still look back at all the messages you'd sent

And I know it wasn't right, but it was fucking with my head

I stand after ten minutes of sobbing and rubbing my eyes raw and walk towards my desk. I open one drawer that was flooded with notes and letters and remove one, a sad smile grazing my face as I read the messy hand writing.

Dear Stanny,

I'm coming back in a week! I'll be sure to bring you plenty of shells from the beach. I love you, more letters soon!

Lovingly, Y/n

The others keep telling me I shouldn't keep rereading the letters because every time I did I would end up crying again but I couldn't stop myself. It was one of the only things I had left of her.

I gently place the letter back down in the drawer before moving on to the things on top of the desk. A few dead flowers and a jar filled with seashells sits in the corner. I gingerly pick up one of the flowers with dry purple petals before setting it down again.

My mind starts running to the week before the incident no matter how much I beg it not too.

But it's not the fact that you kissed him yesterday

It's the feeling of betrayal, that I just can't seem to shake

"Y/n, truth or dare?" Richie asks, a mischievous shine in his eyes. I look to Y/n who sits next to me, a grin grazing her face.

"Dare."

"I dare you too... Kiss Bill." Richie states.

My face falls as does hers but she crawls across the circle, quickly pecks the corner of Bill's mouth, flicks off Richie, and returns to my side. Though everyone else stares in shock I start seeing red.

"I think I'm going to go home." I say through gritted teeth before standing and walking towards the basement door.

I hear footsteps behind mine up the stairs but ignore them until someone pulls my shoulder and forces me to turn around.

"Stan? What's wrong?" Y/n asks, concern and curiosity displayed in her eyes. A humourless laugh escapes my mouth.

"What's wrong? What's wrong is that you kissed Bill, Y/n." I respond with bitterness I never even imagined I could use towards her.

"It was a dare. There's nothing else than that." She says, clearly confused to my reaction.

Betrayal pangs in my heart as I stare down at her. "Just because it was a dare doesn't mean that it's okay! You kissed someone else in front of me! We're dating not you and Bill!"

"Stan, I'm sorry I didn't think-"

"No, you're not sorry. You don't care because I'm just always supposed to forgive you." I quip, no emotion but anger and betrayal quickly rising in my voice. "I need to take a break from you all."

"Wait, Stanny!" I hear Y/n call out as I walk towards the door. I ignore her calls and walk outside, steam practically pouring out of my ears as I walk down the sidewalk.

I shake my head and push away the memory, sniffing before getting dressed. I pull on a marroon dress shirt and black suit pants. I trudge down the stairs, saying a quick bye to my parents before walking outside.

Another fifteen minutes later I stand outside a gloomy building and reluctantly pull open the door. I walk down the dimly lit hall and into a small room, my feet stopping in their tracks. In the front of the room there she lays. Y/n lays in a casket that seems way too small to be remotely okay to have been made - how could someone so small be gone? She looks so peaceful. Her eyes are gently lidded and her hands rest on her stomach as if she's sleeping. I walk towards her until I'm right in front of her. My hand reaches up to cup her cheek, a tear falling over my cheek when I no longer feel the warmth I'm used to; just cold skin.

I think it was an hour before the other Losers arrived. They all gathered around me and Y/n, giving sorrowful glances to us both. Everyone's cheeks are stained with tears.

And everything I know tells me that I should walk away

But I just want to stay

I know standing here was not helping me. I know standing there was ripping down everything I'd rebuilt after her death and more but I couldn't will myself to walk away, I just wanted to keep seeing her.

And my friend said

"I know you love her, but it's over, mate

It doesn't matter, put the phone away

It's never easy to walk away, let her go

It'll be okay

It's gonna hurt for a bit of time

"Stan, how long have you been up here?" Mike asks gently.

"I don't know. An hour at the least." I answer barely above a whisper with my voice cracking.

"We should maybe go sit down." Eddie says.

I shake my head, not bothering to pull away the hair that fell in my eyes.

"I know you love her but we need to let other people see her." Beverly adds, biting her lip to hold back tears.

"I can't. She needs me." I croak, taking her still hand in mine.

"I-I know it's not e-e-easy but yuh-you need to let go." Bill says, placing a hand on my shoulder.

Reluctantly I let them lead me to the front row of seats. Almost as soon as they all sit down in a small circle of chairs I let out a sob and hold up my head with my hands.

"It'll be okay Stan." Richie whispers, giving me a look of concern. I can hear his own crack in his voice.

"Bill?" I call out, looking up. "D-does it ever get better?"

"I-i-its gonna hurt f-for a while b-b-but yeah. It w-w-will eventually." He answers.

We spend the rest of the day at Y/ns funeral, tears never leaving the scene as we share our happiest memories of her. It hurts. It hurts so much to know we were all so, so close to escaping this whole mess alive but the fucking clown had to kill her in the last week. It hurt so much to have her lying right there but to not hear her laugh and not see her smile and not hear her call me by her nickname Stanny. Everything hurt; literally and figuratively. I think back to every moment I could've made better but didn't and regret it. But, with the others there everything was slightly more bearable. It was slightly easier to breathe - to exist in a world without the girl I loved so much.

The funeral comes to an end and I walk back to the casket after asking for some time alone. I dig into my pocket and pull out a letter, a seashell, and a flower along with one of the many shirts of mine that she loved to wear. I gently set them all down around her before leaning down and placing a feathery kiss to her almost blue lips. A pang of hurt hits my heart when hers don't move in response but I ignore it, give her one last look of longing love, and walk back towards the others. It definitely hurt to know that was the last time I'd see her in person. Every thing that slightly mentioned her did. But, I had no choice but to pull through it. I had to.

It's never easy to walk away, let her go

It'll be okay

It'll be alright

It'll be alright

It'll be alright

It'll be alright

It'll be alright