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YAN! KNY X MODERN?READER.

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• FIRST POST! >_<

"You" in this story, will be portrayed as a minor, meaning there will be NO ROMANCE. strictly platonic! >< sorry!

they/them you!

also take note this won't be exactly same as canon! they might be ooc >< i dont watch the anime.. sorry! I just like writing. Also please excuse my bad english. Thanmk you..!

You were walking through a forest, yet the way out seems to lead somewhere.. way too different!

You were walking through a forest with your earphones in, listening to whatever.

You liked walking by yourself after school, being in crowds at school really took away your energy.

There's nothing better than walking through the forest, listening to music, hearing the birds chirp. Well, aside from binge watching shows and anime.

You knew your way around the forest, it was near your house.

Walking through, you saw the usual .. trees.

Yet, you didn't expect THIS. A whole villiage!

It looked like they were from some other dimension, seriously looked oudated though.

Hey this layout looked super similar to that one villiage in KNY.

Ehhh... anyway!

You were kinda spooked at first, considering this whole villiage just popped up, but you just swished it off as just a place they haven't explored.

You were wearing your school uniform as you walked through. You were getting alot of stares, they should be looking at themselves! What a fashion taste THEY have.

Well, walking through, you started to feel out of place. Maybe it's time to walk back home..

You checked their time, 5:32, perfect! 30 minutes for the walk back and you'd be home and cozy.

Walking back, the sky was getting darker.. and darker. It was really dark.

The forest felt creepier than usual... was that tree always there? No it wasn't. Where are you?

Nothing felt familiar, but you could've swore this was where you came from. It's getting dark.

Getting worried, You try to phone your parents, didn't work. What'd you expect in a forest?

"Hello.. is anyone there..?" You called out, okay, this was super scary.

You continued to walk through the forest, the original path you were following is behind you now.

Oh, now you know.

You're lost. In a dark forest. Great.

You sigh angrily before feeling a landscape change, a mountain? Oh, why is it snowing all of a sudden? Whatever, you go up the mountain very.. very slowly.

From time to time you rest on the trees, gasping for air.

The pandemic really screwed you..

You continued your "hike" as you finally reached the top, it was already night by then.

You checked your phone, "What..? 7:31? Jeez. "

You sigh and finally reach the top of the "mountain."

Oh! A hut! A hut that seems super familiar with the Kamado House!

"Eugh.... What is this place?" You were starting to get creeped out. But nonetheless, useless thoughts.

You walked to the house and knocked on the door, tired and lowkey hungry.

The door opened with a slide as a sleepy-looking black haired girl, with a pink..-ish kimono opened.

She's cute.

" Oh my, it's awfully late.. why are you outside? "

The person spoke to you in a gentle manner, as if you were a puppy. But you.. didn't understand them.

"Uhh.. english?" You said with an awkward smile.

The girl tilted her head and tried to repeat your words.

"Inglis-zh?" She tilted her head around, with a dumb look on her face. • _ •

You stared at her and tried to use hands to signify something, you were lost and needed directions! A Uber would be nice.

Yea you looked dumb.

"Uh..yea. Do you know how to get to Maylbhur street from here? " You asked, tilting your head, pointing at the direction of your house and making a house-hand-shape. " Home! Me! Maylbhur ! "

The girl stared at you before smiling.

" You're very pretty missis, it seems you are lost, please come inside. " She said and signed you to go in.

You stared at her for awhile before slowly walking in, " yea uh.. thanks(?)", you should learn stranger danger.. seriously.

Well, it's better murdered then frozen.

Anyway, you entered.

Unaware of her observing stare, and his hungry gaze.

♡

Hi!! i hope i did well. >< Pleass tell me any mistakes I made! Thank you! *´ㅅ`)ﾞ♥ tyvm!!

[silmawensgarden]

XIX-THE SUN CH.7

CH.7: When a hunter can't hunt.

Fëanorians x GN! Modern! Reader

wordcount: 2.6k Sub pairing CH7: CelegormxReaderxAmras.

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Our hobbies are often things that shape how we see and process things in life. Most of us may experience an art or writers block at some point. Though as soon as that cycle breaks, we are free to create to our hearts’ content. But what of elves…? What if your hobby isn’t something you can do without consequences?

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Last night was rough. Getting to know two elves that have been known to keep their feelings under lock and key isn’t easy. It’s heart warming to know that you got the privilege to see their vulnerable sides, but exhaustion is the price you pay for it.

Celegorm has been in and out of your room 50 times in the past 2 hours and hasn’t been able to wake you. He’s been complaining and genuinely been a nuisance to the whole house since he first woke this morning. You have been blissfully oblivious to it. By now the majority of the elves have managed to make breakfast on their own.

Celegorm’s more than usual annoying behavior stems from boredom. Celegorm used to spend days and weeks away on hunts alongside Oromë. Exploring new places and learning about the flora and fauna in the world. Now that he’s here, he doesn’t have this privilege. He’s managed to pick apart your grandfather’s garden from head to toe, and he isn’t satisfied with the restraints set on everyone regarding leaving the house. The restraint was necessary due to the dinnerplate sized eyes and stares from the villagers last time you attempted to take anyone out of the house.

Most of the Fëanorians have made themselves at home in your grandfather’s house. They’ve found things to do to entertain themselves. For now at least. Unfortunately it wasn’t the case for Celegorm and Ambarussa. This trio is outdoorsy and prefers nature over modern confinement. As such, there have been a few cases of disaster.

One of these minor disasters was when the trio decided to hunt down a decent sized bird and release it INSIDE the house. The shaken bird was quickly and a little reluctantly released by them soon after.

Celegorm and Ambarussa were having a blast adding random forest creatures to the house without warning. Last week the Ambarussa managed to find turtles that were afterwards kept somewhere in the house. They were only discovered after a raging Caranthir started fuming in the living room about how some of his work had been fully soaked and slimy. Many colorful words were spoken that day, they are best not repeated.

It’s become painfully obvious that Celegorm isn’t happy with the sedentary lifestyle he has right now. He needs some form of energy expenditure or it’ll only get worse. Amras has been looking a little bleak as well. He’s been spending the majority of his time during the day out in the garden. Chipping away at some wooden sticks or going over the same row of plants, checking if anything needs to be done. Amrod has been non verbal for the past 3 days, and hasn’t been leaving his room much aside from the occasional food trip.

By the time you woke up it was already 16:05 pm. Quite late in the day. The elves had already eaten lunch too. They have kept a portion of both breakfast and lunch aside for you, as you might be quite hungry once you wake up. Maglor and Maedhros have come to check on you a few times, they’re not used to people sleeping so long.

You felt groggy and a little flushed, it was still hot out and it didn’t seem to have any plans to subside. You got up out of bed and sluggishly dragged yourself downstairs. As soon as you stepped through the living room door you were bombarded with noise. It sounded like a horde of elephants on the run from a predator. Luckily there were no elephants involved , only an elf, guess who.

You turned your head in the direction of the commotion and saw an increasingly frustrated Celegorm who was currently losing his mind against Curufin. They seemed to be in a heated argument about something.

“I don’t give a damn Tyelko! We’re in this house as guests and y/n laid out rules that we mustn’t go out without them or else we might be in danger! Haven’t these rules been clear to you?” Curufin yelled.

“Yeah I heard you but I will not sit here any longer than I already have! I am sick and tired of sitting on my ass all day everyday unable to even go beyond the perimeters of the house ONCE. I want OUT of here! I can’t live like this, I am suffocating in this sedentary snob lifestyle of yours!” Celegorm yelled back. He nearly screamed his throat to shreds with the power he’d laid in his statements.

His face contorted into an ugly snarl. He was serious about getting out of this house, even if it meant he got caught by these “authorities” you had spoken of earlier. He’d risk getting caught by hobo’s for five minutes of freedom in the fresh air.

You were completely stunned by what you heard. His outburst had also effectively woken you up further. You didn’t know that Celegorm was so deeply affected by the restrictions you put down. You knew of his hobbies but weren’t sure how to help him yet. You did remember that there was an archery club in the city, but that was far away and would require legal documents to be signed. Documents that he obviously didn’t have.

Suddenly the room fell silent. Curufin had noticed you and turned his attention towards you in greeting. Celegorm followed his brother’s gaze and noticed you as well. A minor wave of shock crossed his face before it returned to the scowl he had previously. You had heard, so now you knew. What would you do about it?

You stared ahead of you blankly, stuck in a whirlpool of thoughts on how you could possibly avoid disaster. Then it hit you. This village still functions partially as it would have a few centuries ago. There were wood workers, smiths and other guilds still active. Many of them having received the craft through their parents or grandparents. This meant that you could have bows and arrows made for Celegorm as well as the Ambarussa! The forest you go to occasionally is also fairly safe territory. You felt sheepish for not thinking of this sooner.

“Celegorm, Ambarussa, I’d  like to talk to you about something.” You said.  “I understand now that you have been feeling unwell in these circumstances and need time outside more than any of us. I know of a woodworker who may be able to help out. I can commission him to make some bows and arrows for you so you can practice archery in the nearby forest if you’d like.” You explained to them.

All three of them looked up to you in surprise. They hadn’t expected you to come in with this idea to resolve the issue. It wad fairly practical too.  “And how would you have this woodworker make us bows if they don’t know our height and skills? It is crucial to be aware of this if you are to make a bow fit an individual perfectly.” Amras explained.

He has a point…. You thought. “If you guys are willing to cooperate with me on this, then we might be able to handle that.…We’ll have to come up with a way to cover your ears. Oh and you can’t mention anything from your world otherwise we’ll have a problem…” You were thinking out loud by now, but it didn’t matter much since it got the point across to the trio.

“When will we be able to do this y/n?” After 3 days of being non verbal, this was the first thing out of Amrod’s mouth. He looked hopeful at the prospect of being able to do something in the woods.

“Tomorrow morning. I’ll go out personally to ask him about commissions and if he agrees we’ll go there together for measurements and other things. Is that okay..?” You asked. 

The trio agreed, some finally having a smile on their faces again. It made you feel warm, seeing the Ambarussa and Celegorm look happier and relieved even.  You were now thinking about how you could catch Alexander tomorrow morning. He’s very skilled in his craft and loves taking on new challenges. This might be one of those things he’d like to do. You could also ask Mishka, but she was a bit more nosy and over the top mother-henny with you. So it might be harder to get her to agree straight away. She was also a fair bit older than Alexander, having nearly 46 years of experience compared to Alexander’s 25 years. Both stared their craft young and are capable of amazing works.

Celegorm seemed to have gone back to his usual annoying self. Amras was hyper and bouncing around the room in excitement. Amrod only smiled and talked about wanting to explore the woods first to find a clearing. The rest of the Fëanorians looked relieved to no longer have to deal with their brothers’ outbursts and nagging.

Night fell and everyone went to bed. All of you were exhausted by the events of the day and hoped for a brighter tomorrow. Even the trio went to bed without problems. Probably because they wanted tomorrow to come sooner, it did mean that they would be one day closer to getting their gear. Soon the house was as silent as the dead. You could hear a needle drop if it did.

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Of course peace and quiet never lasts long with the company you’re in. Soon enough it was morning to a particular group of elves and if it was up to them, you would be acknowledging this hour as morning too. It was 4:45 am and your peaceful sleep would soon be compromised.

As the clock struck 5 your door flew open and slammed into the bookshelves behind it. Celegorm waltzed his way into your room in a way that would be considered quiet for him. As stealthy as he is, he obviously doesn’t give a damn once he’s excited about something. He stood before you and awaited a response. The response never came because you were hellbent on ignoring his trespasses.

Celegorm noticed that you woke up, but decided to let you believe that he didn’t. He sat down on the edge of your bed, as close to you as possible. He grinned knowing that he would get an earful after what he was about to do. But maybe it would be worth it if your face looked funny enough.

He leaned further inward, nearly draping himself over your shoulder, close to your ear. He allowed his weight to press you further into your mattress, since you so desperately wanted to stay there, you could. He had tied up his silvery hair into a ponytail earlier, but it was still long enough to drape across your face. He smelled like cedar wood and petrichor. To any nature lover it would be intoxicating.

“You look so lovely when you are sleeping little songbird. Perhaps I should come watch you sleep more often. “ he whispered. Despite the fairly sweet words he was saying, his facial expression was that of a prankster trying to rile up his poor unassuming victim. And with his incoming royally intricate descriptions it was starting to work on you too. You were painfully aware of the crimson blush spreading across your cheeks.

You were able to keep yourself together so and so until he actually made contact with your cheek. That’s when it started to become too much.  You shot up out of bed and effectively knocked Celegorm onto the hardwood floor. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” You shrieked.

“Ohh so you were awake this whole time? My my, did you enjoy my affectionate display so much to pretend to be asleep?” Celegorm had the biggest shit eating grin on his face. He was quite full of himself for someone who got thrown on the floor.

Not a moment later Amras materialized in the doorway. Asking when we’d leave for the village centre. It took him a moment to take in the scene in front of him before he burst out laughing. Celegorm was on the floor and you were clutching your blanket close to your body for dear life. You looked frustrated and were red in the face. “Get out! Both of you!” you whisper yelled, remembering the rest of the elves might still be asleep.

Luckily they obeyed your wish without complaint and left to wait for you downstairs. It was 5:50 am now so it was likely that Alexander was awake. It would take 30 minutes to walk to the village so you’d be right on time and one of the first people at the door. In this case that meant you could take it somewhat easy. Somewhat only due to three very impatient elves waiting for departure.

You got out of bed and got dressed. It was already heating up quickly outside so you threw on some light layers to avoid heatstroke. You went downstairs and were immediately greeted by the three elves. “Let’s go already! I want to be able to explore the woods after we go to the village.” Said Amras.

“You don’t want any breakfast?” you asked. The group shook their heads in a collective no. You sighed and walked out with them. You kept a small distance away from Celegorm. After the joke he pulled on you this morning you felt the need to stay clear of his funky self. You did have to admit that he had a nice scent, or maybe it was cologne. It was pleasant either way. Unlike what some people imagine him to smell like; mud and wet dog…..

You arrived at Alexander’s work station, you were right about being one of the very first to be there. There was only one other person aside from your group. And it seemed that they had already received what they wanted. 

“Hey y/n! Long time no see! What brings you here?” Alex asked. “I’d like to commission a few bows and arrows for my friends if that’s possible. I’ve brought them along with me in case you need any information from them.” You said.

Alexander agreed to make the bows and arrows. He thought it would be a nice challenge and a good opportunity to bother his smith neighbour who’s been grumpy as of late. He’s going to need someone for arrow points after all.  Measurements had been taken and information exchanged. You got lucky that Alex gave you a discount because fashioning bows isn’t easy work. It would still cost a bit, but you knew you’d get impressive quality in return.

Satisfied with business the four of you went home. Some of the other elves had woken up as well and wondered where you had gone off to.

The rest of the day was spent lounging in the garden and later keeping an eye on the trio while they explored the nearby woods. They were your favorite woods and you loved them to bits. And you hoped it would make the same long lasting impression on the Ambarussa and Celegorm.

[for-fuck-sake-im-alive]

Need fanfic recommendations... I need to giggle!!! Work is killing me

[aphroditelovesu]

You know what? I have an idea 💡

We don’t know much about Daenys The Dreamer but we do know that she saw a vision of Doom of Valyria. So what if Modern Reader met Daenys first. Like Daenys saw a dream of Doom and Modern Reader confirmed it. I think because of that Targaryens would see Modern Reader not only as an important person in their lives, but also as a saviour. That could be a beginning of Targaryens obsession towards Modern Reader.

Just a thought, but think about it.🧐

I like your way of thinking, anon! ❤️

Honestly, if our Reader was the one to warn Daenys of the Doom of Valyria it would have a huge impact on Targaryen history, I think. I think it would be something interesting to address, Daenys has the dream but some people don't believe in her and the Reader confirms that it's true, it can change some things. They would still go to Dragonstone and all, but I feel like the Targaryens would have some kind of adoration for Modern!Reader for warning them about the destruction. Even though the person who did such a thing was actually Daenys.

I agree, once the Reader did something to the Targaryens, their life would be scarred forever. Maybe they could even idolize them as if they were a god, who came exclusively to guide this crazy- ahem, loving family.

I believe that statues would be made, books would be written and songs about ModernReader would reach the time of HOTD and GOT. I imagine Modern!Reader after helping with the Valyria issue goes to the time of GOT only to come across a bunch of statues of them and things that definitely weren't there before.

Would they be confused? Maybe, but now they would not only have to deal with the Targaryens left behind them but other yanderes who definitely want the Modern!Reader for themselves.

Imagine Viserys III meeting Modern!Reader? Or Daenerys? Some problems will start, well, more than have already been caused.

~ Lady L

[suiana]

Question if some of yall know and have read the "School for Good and Evil" books cuz if yuh

I FOUND A SGE X READER

BUT

IT GETS BETTER-

CUZ IT'S A YAN! SGE X READER (AND YES THERE ARE FEM LI!! 💕💕)

Ok that's enough rambling just wanted to share this to some sge fans that wanted to read a sge x reader :3

https://www.quotev.com/story/15643110/Not-A-Main-Character-Yandere-SGE-Various-X-ModernReader/1

(and yes it's on quotev-)

🐄

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that's nice!

[chellestrash]

modern!reader x tommy shelby

finally something new lads!

i hope you’ll enjoy it!

arthur: what are we gonna do now tommy?

tommy: you know arthur...there’s a saying-

reader, looking up from their phone: stressed, depressed but well dressed?

tommy:...no?

reader:...oh...*back to their phone*

tommy: cigarette?

reader: you know they’re like, really bad for you?

tommy:...so you want one?

reader: YES! please i’m VERY stressed

reader: tommy! tommy! tommy! tommy!

tommy rubbing his eyes: yes?

reader: wanna hear a joke?

tommy:...sure

reader: my life! *finger guns”

tommy: oh my god.

tommy: try to look at this from my perspective!

reader:...well i would love to see things from your point of view but i don’t think i can get my head that far up your ass, shelby

polly, putting out her cigarette: i believe you just got...burned tommy.

reader: you okay?

tommy:...not really

reader: *slides a taco on a plate in his direction* wanna taco bout it?

tommy:...i hate you.

oh my god i forgot to thank my lovely @justanothershelby for helping me with this, why am i like this?!

[bagelboys-withcreamcheese]

Teenage Modern!Reader Dads Arthur and calls Hosea grandpa? Calls Dutch "Ditch" because it rhymes with Bitch lol

Did I get carried away? Yes.

Dutch: “Why do you insist on calling me ‘Ditch’ all the time?! That’s not my name!”

Reader: ““Because it rhymes with bi-” *Arthur slaps his hand over their mouth*

Arthur, trying to think of an excuse: “Um, it’s because they say their u’s as i’s.”

Hosea, backing Arthur up because he’s a terrible liar: “Seriously Dutch?! Way to bring up something like that!”

Dutch, sweating: “I’m sorry I didn’t-”

—

Reader, singing to Arthur: “You’re my dad! Boogie woogie woogie!”

—

*Javier returning to camp after a job*

Reader: “AYYY ESE!”

Javier: “AYYYYY!

—

Arthur: “Charles, watch (y/n), there’s wolves coming at us from that hill!”

Reader, on Charles’s horse: “Don’t worry! I’ll scare them off like I did my last relationship!”

Charles: “Wha-“

Reader: “I LOVE YOUUUUU-“

—

Reader: “I wish I was a dinosaur.”

Jack: “Why? 'Cause they're big and scary? Because they're-“

Reader: “Because they're dead.”

Arthur, Exhausted Dad™️: “𝘒𝘪𝘥-“

—

*accidentally got into a shootout with odriscolls*

Dutch: “(Y/n), remember your training.”

Reader: “BUT I DONT HAVE ANY TRAINING!”

—

Reader, leaving to go to town with Arthur: “Bye Gramps!”

Hosea: “Bye (Y/n)!”

  ~later~

Micah, trying to stir up trouble: “Hey 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘴-“

Hosea, moves way faster than he should be able to: *holds his knife to Micah’s throat* “Only (y/n) gets to call me Gramps.”

[arthurwoodcroft]

So amazing to see my book cover still smashing it. Such a weird privilege to see my work being seen around the world (albeit piggy backing on the cover of this astounding book). I was always amazed that this image was brought to use from its original theory for to be used for another piece of art that harmonised so beautifully. This image is part of a series on my website inspired by the thinking of Robert Nozick and the things most of us first worlders take for granted... Huge thanks to: @janetehansen @ndpublishing & Of course Hiroko Oyamada #hirokooyamada #bookcover #literature #globalliterature #dystopian #avantegarde #contemporaryart #modernreading #franzkafka #kafkaesque #industrialdesign #wheeliebin #studiostilllife https://www.instagram.com/p/CGNlJNWA5jp/?igshid=h9feuvme6jeh

[sunnydazzy]

Does a character’s death ever mess with you so much you start off writing a fix-it-fic and x Reader that slowly turns from a simple fix to a whole new breed of found family and now the reader’s everyone’s adoptive mom and everyone can be happy again? Cause that happened to me and now I’ve made this glorious abomination, please enjoy my found family explosion

[where-dreamers-go]

Heyo! May I have Eragon's reaction to reader saying "I've loved you from the very start! I love you, but you don't love me! So why am I even confessing?" because I love drama and I do need a lot of fluff rn.

“The Many Questions And A Confession” Eragon x Modern!Reader

(A/N: How about a continuation to the one Modern!Reader slipping and telling Eragon how they know about him telling Arya about his true name?? I shall give the drama this day. It shall be a journey towards the fluff. Looks like this turned into an insert reader type deal. Needs a title now? Oops?

Drama time! Because Reader is really frustrated with Eragon in this one. Woo! How’s Eragon handle it? Spoiler: He doesn’t stop talking.

Continuation of this one: https://where-dreamers-go.tumblr.com/post/647030131496534016/if-modernreader-has-read-the-books-and-knows

Warnings: Angst! Fluff. Mild language.

Word Count: 1,703 words)

Hiding in your room’s bathroom, you remained silent. It was not so much that Eragon could not find you, it was that you did not want to be seen at least. So what if you had locked doors and were sitting in a dry tub? The worst that could happen would be if he decided to invade your mind.

“(Y/N)?” Eragon’s voice echoed throughout the chamber as the door to your room opened.

Of course he opened it. At least I didn’t barricade it, you thought. Can’t have thirty seconds to myself.

“Are you going to talk to me?” He asked quietly from the other side of the bathroom door. Apparently locating you was not an issue.

You narrowed your eyes at the door as you sunk further into the empty tub.

A barely audible sigh reached your ears.

“I’m not angry with you for knowing,�� he said. “I just don’t understand why you’re running off.”

You glanced up to the ceiling. Did you forget your last guess?

“Then…you do have feelings for me?” Eragon asked. “Or you think I’m foolish for having feelings for Arya.” His voice softened, more speaking to himself than asking you another question.

You sighed and muttered, “Not so much that your feelings were foolish….just some of your actions.”

“You still haven’t answered my questions.”

“Because…wait for it….I don’t have to.”

“(Y/N),” Eragon’s tone lowered. “You’ve been avoiding me for weeks and it could not be for you knowing what I’ve done. If that were true…then you would have avoided me much sooner.”

“Brave of you to assume that I wasn’t avoiding you then.”

“We spoke more often then.”

“You asked me at least twenty questions a day. It’s hard to avoid that kind of persistence.” Kind of like now.

“Then why didn’t you?”

“Because I had just met you! I’m not trying to hurt your feelings. I would never do that.”

“So please stop avoiding me. I promise to be less foolish if that will help.”

“It won’t.”

“Why not?”

“Stop asking so many darn questions.”

“No. Just tell me.”

“No.”

“Why—?”

“I’ve loved you from the very start! I love you, but you don’t love me! So why am I even confessing?” You threw your hands out in a wide gesture. “Why do I bother? What does it even matter? …why am I even still talking?” You huffed. “Are we finished now?”

Silence.

You heard nothing else. Nothing in the bathroom you were hiding in nor anything out in the bedroom.

He has to be still out there. You thought. But I swear to all that is good, if he so much as tries to enter my mind, I will loose it. I’ll probably scream, cry, or…whatever. You crossed your arms and tried to ignore the uncomfortable position you were in. Physically, emotionally, and mentally.

The lock on the door clicked and the door opened. Walking in with an unreadable expression, Eragon made his way to you.

“No.” You said shortly, but he made no move of stopping. “What are you—?”

Eragon stepped into the dry tub.

“What are you doing?” You sat up straight as he sat down in front of you.

Settling in, Eragon folded his hands in his lap.

You shook your head at him.

What in the world? If someone thought he couldn’t get stranger…he did.

“What the blazes are you doing?” You asked, too bewildered to kick him as the opportunity was brought up in your mind.

“I’m sitting.”

You rolled your eyes so far that you were staring at the ceiling. If there was one place you did not want to look, it was straight ahead.

Wanting to hit someone upside the head and still wanting to kiss their face can not be good right now, you thought.

“Why are you even in here?” You asked through clenched teeth.

“You have been avoiding me and I haven’t seen you,” Eragon said simply before his voice softened. “I’ve missed you.”

Keeping your gaze up or up to the side, you avoided eye contact.

“Can we skip to the part where you say ‘I’m sorry, but you’re right, I don’t feel the same way about you’?” You asked. “Not going to lie…right now…you’re kind of making this worse.”

“I’m sorry.” His voice was a murmur that tore through your heart.

“Alright.” Finally tearing your sights away from the ceiling, you hoisted yourself up and out of the tub.

“Where—I wasn’t finished.”

“Save your pity. I want to be alone.” You walked out of the bathroom and headed straight for your bed. There was an extremely low probability that he would follow you there too. Some lines weren’t crossed.

“I know you want to be alone.” Eragon was trailing after you.

I’m going to die from being not surprised, you thought of a quote.

“Please let me speak.”

“You’ve been speaking this whole time.” You yanked off your shoes. “What possibly could you have to say now?”

“I never said that I still loved Arya.”

You paused for a moment before saying, “Well…you don’t really need to. I’d be really surprised if you didn’t.” Tossing a pillow towards the middle of the bed, you kept your back to him.

“I don’t love her.”

Face scrunched up in confusion, you took a glance over your shoulder.

“Bull crap.”

His eyebrows pulled together. “I don’t understand.”

“I’m calling you out for lying.” You explained and crossed your arms under your chest.

“I’m not lying.” A smile slowly spread across the Rider’s face.

You rose your eyebrows, challenging him.

“Sure. And what changed your strong feelings for Arya? Cold soup?”

“You.”

“What?” The word hardly reached your own ears.

Eragon walked up to you, albeit cautiously, with a full smile on his lips. His brown eyes were lit with a happiness you were not comprehending.

“What are you talking about?” You whispered. “Why are you smiling like that?”

A chuckle rang out into the room as he stopped to stand in front of you. “How am I suppose to keep a stoic face after you confessed that you love me?” His smile only stayed on his lips when he did not receive any verbal response from you, locked into his happy moment. “I know you would never lie about your feelings. Not something as strong as love.”

You watched on, cautious.

What is he trying to say, that he likes the idea of me loving him? Uh. Is this normal? You thought.

“Perhaps I should have stated my feelings for you much earlier. Clearly you have been worn down with your heart and for that I apologize.”

“Feelings?”

“Yes,” he wet his lips briefly and straightened his posture. “I do care for you deeply, (Y/N). My feelings were already growing before I even recognized them.” His smile turned sheepish, but he persisted onwards. “I didn’t think I could have those feelings for anyone else, but….it’s different somehow. I’m not sure how to explain it. I feel better when I’m around you. We’re honest with each other and you’ve taught me so much already. I’ll make this as much like home as I can for you. I really want you in my life.”

It took a moment before you breathed in a small breath.

You knew that you were probably looking at him as if he had lost his ever-loving mind. Who could blame you at that point? You were in a completely different world. And one you knew of, mind you. It was bound time for a round of unpredictability.

Eyes the color of enriched soil underneath the blooming flowers in light of a summer sky watched you with surging hope.

Were you hallucinating? Lucid dreaming? No, you couldn’t be. There were far too many moments that would have had a timeskip or objects from back home. The only way you would have this much time with Eragon would be if it was real.

He’s serious? He’s serious.

Your chest tightened and somewhere inside all of your tension released. In its place there was a warmth that brought tears to your eyes.

Frustration rapidly melting away, you carefully turned to sit on the edge of the bed to compose yourself.

“Are you alright?” Eragon asked, kneeling down to look upon your face.

“I’m…,” you swallowed. “I’m still processing what you said.”

“Processing?”

“Just…uh… Can you give me a second?” You waved a gentle hand in his direction.

“Take as much time as you need,” Eragon said as he delicately took your hand in his own.

You internally groaned at how sweet he was even after you verbally rampaged him about leaving you alone.

Seeing as you did not retract your hand, the Rider held your hand against his chest. The position allowed you the rare opportunity to feel his heartbeat. A rapid beating of his heart as he awaited any sort of verbal response from you. Anything that would tell him if he should indeed pursue the strong feelings he had.

You snuck a peek at his face; clear of any imperfections of the sun and brown eyes lit up in hope.

“You’ve been interested in me this whole time?” You asked. “And I didn’t know it?”

After reviewing your choice in words, Eragon nodded.

“What the actually hell?” You laughed. “You develop feelings quick, sir.”

A lopsided smile appeared on his face. Your light teasing of his actions always did surprise him in the most satisfying ways.

“You’re not upset with me?” He asked. “About earlier.”

“A little.”

His smile dropped a fraction.

“But I’ll find it in myself to forgive you.” You smirked.

“Then I should be grateful.” Eragon held his head high. “I would rather face your affections than your wrath.”

“Alright,” you rolled your eyes. “That was smooth, but cutting it close.” You tugged on his hands. “Get over here.”

Before Eragon could stand, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders in a tight embrace.

“You’re a bit of an odd one, you know that?”

Eragon nudged his head against your own. “I will gladly be odd if it means I can be with you.”

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[cruelestbliss]

My fellow Red Dead Redemption 2 fans, are we really going to stand by and allow out and out plagiarism in this fandom?

I know we all love any stories we can get, but there’s a moral issue here and it needs calling out. I have sat by and said nothing before, but new year, new me. I’m speaking up even if it’s not my business! I saw today that @sad-sweet-cowboah had rewritten the story that she was accused of copying back in 2019. I was excited to read it, but straight away I saw that she hadn’t taken the opportunity to move away from those past accusations and adapt the concept to have the same plot but different execution, instead she’d actually gone ahead and increased the level of similarity in a number of ways.  The most clear of all is this.  @sad-sweet-cowboah’s rewrite of As We Meet featuring videogamearthur/modernreader now titled Keeping Strange Company posted yesterday:  Damn mare,” he grumbled. “The hell are you, Bastet?” Bastet. Proudly named after an Egyptian deity, the reverse dapple Thoroughbred mare accompanied with the version of the game you’d purchased and was your most favorite mount for him. This was your Arthur. In the flesh. This was never in the first version of sadsweetcowboy’s story (As We Meet) but it’s been added during this rewrite and as you can’t see that is exactly the same but a shorter version of what happened in Wish Upon (chpt 4) extract below.  

@miss-oscurita ‘s story Wish Upon that was posted in Jan 2019 and that Sweet had been called out for copying in fall 2019.  

"What was your last horse's name?"

Arthur frowned at her for a moment, wondering if he should answer and what she would reveal with the information. "Artemis, why?"

She suddenly laughed out loud, quickly clamping her hand over her mouth as tears suddenly brimmed up her eyes. The furrow in Arthur's brow deepened at the sight, a cocktail of emotions swirling in his gentle aqua blue. His gaze silently urging her to explain herself and lead him out of the deeper confusion he felt at the sight of her reaction.

"You're my Arthur."

"Whut?"

She shook her head softly, searching herself for the right words, unable to believe that she'd already spent so many hours with the man before her. "A player gets to name your horse, the one you got at the stable in Valentine?" He nodded, showing he was following. "I chose that name for her, Goddess of hunt, wildlife..."

"Yeah, I know who Artemis is." Arthur confirmed, having spent many hours reading a wealth of different types of literature, especially the ancient myths that Dutch enjoyed the most.

"Other people who play your game can choose different names and different breeds of horses, but you know your horse as the name I gave her, so....that means...you're my Arthur."

That is not any kind of trope or commonly used idea in this fandom. This is direct copying! It could have been called coincidence again, but this has been added to Sweet’s story over a year after she was made aware of Wish Upon. There’s being influenced and inspired, and then there’s all out copying and this is the latter.  I would love to hear @sad-sweet-cowboah’s explanation for this one?  If people in this fandom cannot see that this goes beyond simply playing with the same plot concept, then I fear for all writers in this fandom, because you will all need to grow eyes in your butts to keep check that the same isn’t happening to you. I remember that Oscurita gave Sweet the benefit of the doubt last time, and was far more gracious than I would have been if I’d seen someone taking my original AU idea and using it themselves. But even if she can forgive this I think the fandom needs to wake up and see what’s going on here!   Sweet managed to survive complete cancelation by claiming never to have heard of Wish Upon back then, but the same excuse doesn’t work now.  I know she’s a popular writer here who people didn’t want to push out of fandom, but you cannot deny this is out and out plagiarism now, and are we really going to continue to support that kind of thing here?  Wherever you stand on this I think we can all agree that there are a dozen ways to write Arthur coming out of the game and into 2020 without using the exact same set up and plot devices in the way Sweet has! And this is just one example, if you read all three fics you’ll see more similarities, most are subtle but others are blatant.  Yeah ideas get reused in fandom a lot, but this is way beyond that now. You don’t have the same idea as someone for a plot AND have the exact same ideas in how to deliver them too.  P.S I can’t wait to see how long it takes for this post to disappear from the tags. 

[alexisaflop]

Hi

I'm looking to start getting into writing again, so I currently have two stories open on my Wattpad (will add ao3 links when my account is verified).

The first is an original piece which I'm not planning at all I'm just writing chapters every few weeks. The main character is non-binary and the majority of the characters have superpowers (I like fantasy more than any other genre). And I'd love feedback on it as I write.

The link for that is:

https://www.wattpad.com/story/247695546-the-llyr?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=alexisaflop&wp_originator=%2bgyechjx1relwna0ok%2behino69jcqda3vudbeivsjybcjt%2frayhf8b%2b9aspvrioaqfs4t9cn4lmh4n%2fauyuxgmpucmqa9%2fypm%2bth%2fmw7dz%2fhb8tvnnm7gwajmnin7hts

The second is a classic fellowship of the ring fanfic !Modernreader. I'm basing the character off of myself, they are autistic and easily overwhelmed by sound and I thought that could be fun to explore (obvs these are only from my experiences). And to top it all off it is a legolas fic too (albeit very slow burn) because I wanted to play around with fun fanfic tropes, whilst just improving my writing style.

The link for that is

Know it was a long post but I hope you enjoy reading one, and if not have a good day :)

[silmawensgarden]

XIX-THE SUN CH.6

CH.6: The red carnations to a copper circlet

Fëanorians x GN Modern Reader.

Wordcount: 2.9k . Sub pairing CH6: Maedhros x Reader x Caranthir.

Warning: mentions of scars/birthmarks/appearance insecurity.

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Appearances sometimes shape our confidence, other times they are our worst nightmare. Most often we can only fantasize about the characters we hold so close to our hearts. To see them face to face is something one could only wish for in their wildest dreams.

Though wildest dreams they are for us, to them it may very well be different.

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It was another beautiful morning, another morning meaning another heap of muffled yelling from downstairs. You groaned and rubbed your eyes to clear away the last bits of peaceful sleep.

At this point you were starting to give up on the idea of ever getting to sleep in for a day. It simply was not possible with the Fëanorians around. Much less, specifically, with Celegorm. Who coincidentally is also the reason for your rude awakening.

“Hey y/n! Wake up. It’s morn already, we’re hungry.” He quite literally yelled at you. Unfortunately he had abandoned his prior position at the door in favor of standing by your bed. This meant you now had a god awful ringing in your right ear for the past 5 minutes. You glared at him and told him to get out, which he did.

You slowly got up from your bed, getting dressed was not your priority right now. You were overheating from both the summer weather and the idiot that had woken you. So you decided to change later, right now you needed something cold.

Slipping on some light shoes you walked down the hallway to the living room. It made you happy to see they had learned from the previous days not to do any cookery in the fire place, and to patiently wait for you to wake up. Patiently is subjective here. It seems it always is with these guys around.

Beauty is subjective as well. Perhaps it’s the most subjective thing out there. There are beauty standards, but many don’t adhere to them. It’s simply not natural. If only people could see one another through the lens of love and compassion, maybe there would have been fewer hurts. You thought sadly. You arrived in the hallway and was greeted as usual. Happy smiles and welcoming gestures.

Breakfast was tasty and light. It seemed that everyone shared your thought of needing something cold. So breakfast consisted of many fruits and cold drinks. Somehow Caranthir still managed to drink his many cups of coffee for breakfast. How he was keeping himself cool and fresh was a mystery to you.

After breakfast everyone went about their day in varying scales of loudness. You decided to sit out on the sofa for a little bit. Not wanting to go out in the heat just yet. You started to doze off a little. However as soon as you got comfortable the doorbell scared you out of your wits.

You weren’t expecting anyone, right…? Your thoughts were a jumbled mess and you attempted to untangle them on your way to the door. You opened the door and before you stood a delivery guy. With two big boxes signed by a few clothing companies.

Then it clicked. You ordered clothes for the 7 elves in your household. You quickly took the packages and signed the delivery paper. Wishing the delivery guy a good day as you closed the door.

Walking back to the living room you practically yelled for everyone to come to the living room to try out their new clothes. Soon everyone was seated and visibly excited, if not a little anxious to try out their new items.

The Ambarussa’s outfits were a great success. They looked great in the varying shades of green and brown they chose for their first outfit change. Celegorm had something that looked ridiculously similar to an elvish archer outfit. Though perhaps a little more casual. Nonetheless it looked great.

Maglor immediately threw himself on the biggest, puffiest minstrel sleeved shirt he had bought. It was a pure white and had a lovely embroidered neckline. He was head over heels with it and spent the rest of the day in it.

Curufin pulled out some exceedingly fancy items from his package. He still looked ridiculously regal in the fine fabrics, but compared to his elvish robe you could get away with calling his new outfit “Casual”.  His current favorite was a deep maroon shirt with a snug fit around the body. It had some golden detailing on it to make the soft fabric stand out. He had let you touch it prior to wearing, since he did agree that it was very good quality.

Caranthir was pretty straight forward with his clothing as well. A textured black jacket with silver thread embroidery seemed to be his current favorite. He seemed to enjoy the deeper shades on the color spectrum. He wore a highly pigmented, deep Bordeaux red top under his jacket.

Maedhros was quite excited about his items, until he tried on a particular top. It was a gorgeous peacock green with long sleeves, but the neckline had been a deeper cut than what he anticipated. Exposing many of his scars as a result. His face fell and he instinctively reached to cover the exposed skin with his left hand.

It was obvious that he was uncomfortable, so you quickly gave him a different shirt with a higher neckline for him to change in to.  He thanked you and changed into it quickly.

Though his shirt now changed and didn’t expose as much scars, his face remained sullen.

For the most part of the day, everyone seemed to enjoy their items, both the clothing and the decor. Maedhros however wasn’t so chipper anymore. Caranthir seemed to notice this as well.

Something you had noticed about both Maedhros and Caranthir was that their clothing interests , modesty wise, were extremely similar.  Both preferred clothes with high necklines, long sleeves and hemlines that also draped down as low as possible. Their clothes seemed to cover almost every bit of skin they had. Modesty is never a bad thing of course, and you knew that. Though something inside you remained warry of Maedhros’ and Caranthir’s reactions to some clothing styles.

Take for example the lovely phthalo blue shirt you pointed out to Caranthir when you were online shopping, it would surely look good on him. He had glanced over the item no more than even half a second before paling and brushing you off. “Absolutely not, do you wish for me to look like a beaten corpse?” he sounded somewhat hostile and avoided eye contact with you for a good 5 minutes after.

Maedhros made it quite clear at the beginning of the shopping spree that he would take his time looking for proper clothing. He wanted modest lines. As such he also paled visibly each time one of his brothers suggested him clothes with daring lines. He however wasn’t responding to them in a hostile way, he wasn’t responding at all.

Every time something specifically different to their tasted passed by, their reactions would seem as if they had been nailed to the ground in fear, like a startled deer caught in the glaring headlights of a passing car. Unsure how to act.

Maedhros had been hiding away in his room for the remainder of the day. Each time you came to visit he somehow scrunched deeper away into himself at his desk. Assuring you that all was fine with a smile that looked just a tiny bit forced.   He had refused to come to dinner this evening, you were starting to worry about him.

It was 01:48 am when you finally decided to come ask him what happened. The majority of the Fëanorians had retired to their rooms, so that gave you some guarantee that there would be little interruption.

You walked upstairs quietly. Cicada’s and birds were singing their songs loudly out in the garden, contrasting heavily with the silence in the house. Their song always seemed so much louder at night.

You gently knocked on the door, hoping not to wake Maglor in case he was sleeping. A barely audible “come in” came from behind the door, and you stepped inside. Maglor was indeed already asleep, his back turned towards you. Maedhros was still awake and sitting at the desk with a lone candle lighting up the space.

He turned away from the desk slightly, but not enough to show his face to you. “Is everything alright y/n ? Why are you not asleep?” he asked in a hushed tone. You walked a bit closer to him so you wouldn’t have to speak so loud. “I’m fine, but we missed you during dinner as well as during the rest of the day. Is anything bothering you Maedhros?” you whispered. His body tensed for a moment when you said that. He let out a sigh. “No, I am fine, it is nothing you need to worry about.”

You stood there for a moment, quietly pondering what to do or say next.  You remembered that somewhere in the Silmarillion it was described that Maedhros had an extremely low self esteem regarding his appearance post Angband.

You glanced over his hunched form. Taking in the many scars upon his skin. Lingering on his missing hand for a few seconds. You knew very well what horrors he’d been through. You felt a wave of sadness rush over you. It pained you that he had suffered so much, and to see that even now, far from the horrors of Angband he was still suffering.  You wanted to help him somehow, perhaps offer him some words to console him. Unfortunately words were failing you at this moment.  So all you could do was stand there by his side, pondering and mulling over things quietly.

You were startled from your meditative haze by a short knock on the door. The door opened to reveal a cranky looking Caranthir. He looked dishevelled and had darker than normal circles under his eyes. He stepped further into the room, eyeing both you and Maedhros with questioning eyes. “What is going on here? Are you two done having your tea party yet?” he hissed.

Maedhros sighed and turned towards his brother. “Y/n only came to ask if everything was okay. No tea parties here dear brother.” He said.  You stepped to the side so you could face both Fëanorians at the same time.  You thought it over and decided it might be good to get information from both of them over tea. Perhaps Caranthir’s tea party joke wasn’t too far off.

In a soft voice you asked them to come downstairs for some herbal tea. Chamomile, lavender, Valerian, you had all three. Something for each person’s needs.

As such it turned out that all three of you were now sitting at the kitchen table drinking tea. Maedhros got the strongest herb; Valerian. Most commonly used for destressing an individual to the point of near knockout. This of course depends on the dosage. You used loose leaf teas, so you made sure to be careful.  Caranthir had chamomile and you drank lavender. Caranthir had complained before that he felt stressed and couldn’t sleep well. Chamomile helps with relaxation, unfortunately Caranthir didn’t fancy the flavor much. You had gotten a streak of insomnia from the sudden changes in your life, this combined with poor digestive health led to you now drinking lavender tea.

You stayed still for a while, observing the scene. Both Caranthir and Maedhros were starting to visibly relax and unwind from your herbal tea. The night air was starting to chill a little.  The silence between the three of you was comfortable.

Maedhros set down his cup on the table, he sighed and reeled back into the chair. He rubbed his face with his hand, contemplating what to say or do.  He broke the silence not too long after that.  

“I felt exposed this afternoon. Too much for my comfort.”

This startled both you and Caranthir. Caranthir knew from the many years he’d spent with his brother that speaking of his appearance was challenging to say the least. Maedhros always covered his scars as much as possible, especially post Angband. After his torture in the hands of Morgoth, he became cold and discarded a lot of things he used to care about appearance wise.  He had cut his hair as short as that of the human men, and refused to wear the clothes he once wore. They drew too much attention to his “unsightly parts” as he would say. Even his copper circlet, made by his father, had been banished to the back of one of his drawers to collect dust and grime.

Losing his right hand on top of the scarring, was almost the last drop for the bucket to overflow. Through his time in Mandos he has recovered slightly, but far from enough.

“I understand how you feel somewhat. Though my worries are perhaps not as great as yours, I still feel insecure about my appearance as well.” Caranthir suddenly said.

Caranthir has always been made fun of due to his red facedness. His birthmarks span not only over his face but on his neck and arms too. Elvish beauty standards are not always inclusive. Especially in the elder days when there simply were no other known races yet. There was no appreciation for differences back then. It sounds rather black and white, perhaps it is, maybe not. Unfortunately in the times when he was younger he simply didn’t have anyone else who looked the same. So the constant taunting and poking only further fuelled his doubts and insecurities. At some point he truly felt like his birthmarks were a curse.

You felt grieved to hear their stories. From the book you can only get so much, yet now you got to see them face to face. It’s so incredibly different. Nowadays we also have many beauty standards. Mostly they are Eurocentric. Luckily lately this has started to change, even if only a little. A little often goes a long way. Acceptance is slowly becoming the new normal.

You looked at the two elves, taking in their appearance.

Maedhros’ hair has become much longer again, with beautiful red waves and curls. He had freckles all over his skin. Scattered around in clusters of golden stars and milky ways. His scars were deep and colored in silver like lightning. A lone dimple could be spotted on his right side when he smiled in a certain way. He somehow looked incredibly beautiful yet intimidating. Despite his scars. His blue eyes seemed warm, not cold as described in the book. Though maybe it’s the sleepiness catching up to him.

Caranthir’s hair was a dark brown, nearly black. It was smooth as silk in appearance with a slight bend at the ends. His eyes were just as piercing as his brother’s, though his are silver, not blue. On his skin what people call unsightly birthmarks, to you looked like hundreds of lively red carnations. Blooming freely and undisturbed across his skin. It was a stark contrast on his pale skin. A strong contrast that was inviting.  He looked beautiful to you as well.

It made you wonder just how beautiful Lúthien must’ve been, if she was considered even more beautiful than all others. And what of the Valar & Maiar? It made your head spin just trying to think about it.

Now though it was your turn to feel embarrassed. You had been in a trance describing their features. Unknowingly you had spoken all of it aloud. Both elves were too stunned to speak. They could only stare at you in disbelief.

You felt your blood boil in embarrassment. The lavender tea seemingly did it’s work a little too well. You wanted to sink through the ground right now. Unfortunately that wasn’t an option, the only option you had was to sit still and listen to their newly formed thoughts.  

“Thank you….I guess. But I’m quite certain my red face does not remind anyone other than you of carnation flowers.” Caranthir huffed. His face was even redder than normal, it even reached his ears. He got up and walked off “To bed.” He had muttered. He looked back at you and Maedhros, still sitting at the table. Caranthir huffed again like a child and stormed off as quiet as he could.

“That was very kind of you to speak so highly of our appearances. I am not certain if I myself could see it the way you do any time soon. But I will try to keep your opinion in mind more often. It surely does sound far more gentle than my own thoughts.” Maedhros said quietly.

“Have a good night y/n. We’ll speak more tomorrow.”

He stood up and walked away to his shared room. Undoubtedly later questioned by Maglor.

Now only you were left sitting at the table. An empty mug in hand. A sleepy haze covering you like a blanket. The clock read 04:30 am, it was high time for you to retire. You fell asleep that night and slept like a log. Even Celegorm couldn’t wake you with his yelling the next day.

[twistedrunes]

Reader x Peaky Blinders: Chellestrash

https://chellestrash.tumblr.com/post/187971037289/modernreader-x-peaky-blinders-reader-being-a

This whole blog is filled with wonderful little snippets of a reader (non binary!) interacting with the Shelbys. I have a whole list of them saved on my blog to read when I need to laugh.

tommy after everyone got their letters from luca: we need to get our shit together and think of a plan!

reader: i have a plan!

tommy: what’s the plan?!

reader: panic!

*camera cuts to the reader running around and screaming*

reader, trying to hide a knife sticking out of their side:… hypothetically right? what would you do if i told you i stabbed myself with a knife on accident

alfie not looking up from his paperwork: i probably wouldn’t believe you love

reader:…

alfie, trying to stay calm:…what did you do?

reader:… i ran with the knife in my hand

aflie:…is that my letter opener?!

reader: ITS VERY SHARP!

Thank you for your rec!

Recommendations close today (31st October)

[marybelle66]

First author reading event, June 22, 2017! #longshotisland #magazine #fiction #thebookcellar #chicago #literary #modernreader (at The Book Cellar)

[chellestrash]

“Mixed Signals” - Masterlist

Alfie Solomons x modern!reader - social media/university au

summary; you finally move out of your parents house to live and study in London with your older brother Michael, your cousins and friends. You don’t know anyone in the city, besides them, and frankly, you don’t feel the need to get to know anyone new…well maybe except that one guy with a dog who you saw at a party that you didn’t want to go to.

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