#multi chap

[bentnotbroken1fanfiction]

It's three o'clock in the afternoon and Fadel is worried. Style was supposed to be here at noon. Fadel has sent him a few text messages asking him where he is and if he's okay, but he's been left on read, and when he calls his phone, it goes straight to voicemail. 

The phone is shut off. 

And that isn't like Style at all. 

He always has his phone on in case of work emergencies and he always answers Fadel. He's never even ignored a text before. 

And Fadel can't help but recognize the pattern here…that this has happened to him before. This…this scenario is familiar….it feels like the last time…

When his last boyfriend disappeared….

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61811545/chapters/158048911

[jomiddlemarch]

And whilst our souls negotiate there  

Chapter 2

He’d never have recognized her and Draco had seen her face in his dreams nearly every night since his aunt nearly tortured her to death in their ballroom.

It wasn’t the Glamour, they’d removed that straightaway, which was a pity, because he would have liked to examine the magic more carefully. One of his smallest, mildest, most wholesome regrets was that he’d never had a chance to study at Beauxbatons when he was young enough for their approach to have influenced his own casting; it was not so much a certain panache associated with the way they flicked their wands as a fundamental assumption that magic required beauty and well-done magic was undergirded with a deep and sustaining connection to the world’s terrible loveliness.

Hogwarts offered nothing like that and the pudding was typically uninspiring.

(Yes, Draco had always liked a good lemon soufflé and île flottante.)

Hermione Granger lay motionless in a bed, pale, the wild curls he remembered tied back away from her face. He’d thought for a moment that someone, maybe Donna Numina Gaetana in Padua, had cut them all off, the way he’d read Muggles had used to do for those suffering with fevers before they’d discovered germ theory, though the Healer would have used the hair in any numbers of potions and charms to try and restore Hermione to her senses. Her hands, which he recalled gesturing, holding a wand, reaching out across the parquet floor of the ballroom, lay palm down on either side of her, in a position no healthy sleeping witch would ever take. Her eyes were closed. If he raised her lids to examine her, he knew there would be nothing in her gaze that reflected her animated self, nor her quiescent, banked power.

Her eyes were hazel. He knew that, though he might pretend he didn’t. He’d known it since they’d turned fourteen, before the Yule Ball, before the Snatchers brought her to his house, before she’d glanced at him across the Great Hall of Hogwarts, the battle over, his mother trembling beside him.

If Neville hadn’t told him, he would have taken her falsified chart as truth. He would have shaken his head a little in the general frustration at the loss of an ordinary witch, one he’d assumed a member of Hufflepuff, as he’d noticed nothing about her that was memorable. It would never have occurred to him to question the notation Incurable, Level 3, confirmata per leporem. Muggles called it a vegetative state, which was perhaps partly why Neville, a gifted Herbologist, was so closely involved.

It was also because he’d been in love with Hermione since The Battle of Hogwarts, a patient, unrequited love that he didn’t wear on his sleeve as much as carry as a talisman. His was a love which did not seek possession, most unfamiliar to Draco, as neither the Black nor Malfoy line was known for such unworldliness. He hadn’t spoken of Hermione often, but what little he had said and the way he’d said it had made Draco aware of his affection, if not its depth and breadth.

That he’d learned when Neville brought him to Hermione’s bedside. When he’d picked up one of her hands in his, very gently, and had murmured a spell under his breath, a very old blessing of the North Draco had never heard uttered aloud before. 

“You’ll help her,” Neville said. 

If Draco had said it, about someone he cared about as much as Neville cared about Hermione, it would have been a threat, a binding. Neville was making a promise, to himself and to Hermione, and only offered Draco an encouragement, his faith compleat. 

“I’ll try, Neville,” Draco said. “I can’t promise anything—”

“You needn’t. You don’t like to fail. You won’t start now,” Neville replied.

“She’s been seen by the finest specialists in the world. My superiors. You—and Potter too—you have to understand how little I have to offer her,” Draco said.

Neville smiled.

“Humility at this late stage, will wonders never cease!”

“Neville, I’m serious,” Draco said.

“So am I. You’ve got something those specialists haven’t got, something I think is critical to curing Hermione,” Neville said.

“Salazar help me if this has something to do with the bloody Sorting Hat and some overwrought, badly scanned verse,” Draco muttered.

“Not directly,” Neville said. “Hermione also hates the Sorting Hat. That’s part of it—the history you share, the fact that you were educated by the same witches and wizards, used the same library—you’ll be better able than those specialists to understand what she did and how, how it might have gone wrong. And Harry and I believe what happened to her during the war is intrinsic to the injury—”

“What happened to her?” 

“Bellatrix torturing her. You were there. We think that’s playing a role in her current state,” Neville said.

“It’s my fault, somehow?” Draco asked.

“No, not at all. We think there’s latent Dark magic involved, Black family magic you can access as a close family member. Hermione collapsed shortly after she finished her last attempt at reversing the memory charms on her parents. They survived, but they still don’t really know her. She hasn’t woken since. The specialists believe, most of them, that she irreversibly depleted her magical core. Harry thinks she’s fallen into an enchanted sleep,” Neville explained.

“What do you think?”

“I think she’s trapped. Locked in. And I think you’ll be able to figure out how to set her free,” Neville said.

“And how will I do that?” Draco asked, any snideness in the inquiry overwhelmed by bafflement.

“Ah, mate, if I knew, I wouldn’t have come to you, yeah? I’d have taken care of Hermione myself,” Neville said. “But there is one thing that might help.”

“What’s that?”

“She kept a journal,” Neville said.

“Of course she did,” Draco said. “Hand it over and I’ll start reading—”

“I haven’t got it,” Neville said. There was a long pause, for the realization and the grudging acceptance.

“Potter’s got it. I’ve got to talk to the bloody Boy Who Lived and abase myself, even though you’re asking for my assistance. I’m the one doing the favor—”

“It’s not a favor. He’s calling in his life-debt,” Neville said, his expression darkening. “He shouldn’t have to though. You ought to be glad to be asked. Because it’s Hermione.”

“Fine. Tell Potter I’ll meet him. Wherever he wants. Whenever he wants. He’ll like that, won’t he?” Draco said.

“It’ll make things easier. This wasn’t his idea,” Neville said. It was note-worthy that Neville didn’t try to defend Potter. And that Neville wasn’t in possession of Hermione’s journal. Journals, if Draco were to make an educated guess, keeping in mind the voluminous essays she used to turn in to Potions and Arithmancy.

“Well, we have that in common,” Draco answered.

[riceballficrecs]

☆ tsukkiyama ☆

And Everything in Between [14/14 | 51,773 | E]

by Marks

Yamaguchi buys Tsukishima a lizard for his seventeenth birthday. It might sound like a weird beginning to something more, but life can be weird sometimes.

[eryiss]

The Liar Prince of Fiore: Chapter Nine

Summary: Laxus knew Freed better than anyone else, but everyone had secrets. With Freed's secrets laid bare. his past life of royalty, titles and expectations come back to haunt him. Laxus makes a promise to protect him. For as long as necessary, he will play the role of Freed's husband. It might have been easy, if Laxus didn't wish so much for their lie to be true.

Notes: Hi all. Not much to warn about, other than weaponised manure. But it’s used on someone nasty, so it’s totally fine. Other than that, I hope you enjoy it.

Links: Ao3, Previous Chapter, Next Chapter

Chapter 9 - The Brother

Blinding sunlight flooded in from all the windows, hot and debilitating. Then there was the wind, hammering against the side of the house with vicious ferocity, and Laxus acted with instinct. He let Jasper go, storming to Freed and jerking him around, using his own body to cover Freed just before the glass shattered into sharp fragments. He grunted as they shot into his back, holding Freed close to him as the deluge of wind battered at them, cycling through the room with manic ruthlessness.

The wind ceased as quickly as it came, and Laxus let Freed go just enough to check he hadn't been cut. "You okay?"

"Fine, you?"

"Fine," Laxus shrugged off. "You got me a thick jacket. Dealt with most of it."

"Good," Freed nodded, then glanced to where Jasper had been standing. The doorway was empty, and both Laxus and Freed ran through it, spilling into the empty hallway. The doors lay smashed open on the floor, with Jasper nowhere in sight.

"Fuck," Laxus hissed. "He can't have gotten far. If we just-"

"Wait," Freed said softly, and carefully approached a high bookcase pushed up against the wall. He grabbed it with both hands and, with a bit of effort, pulled it out. It swung on hidden hinges, revealing a passage with a stairwell going down in one direction, and a crawl space going deeper into the house. "He'll have used this. I'll take the crawl space, you take the stairs?"

"Maybe. Hold on," Laxus turned back to the music room before yelling, "Shut up!"

In the silence that came following, Laxus took quiet steps into the door well of the passage way. He closed his eyes, slowly lowered himself to the ground, and pressed his ears on the cold stone. It took a second, but he heard the sound of running footsteps, clattering quickly on the same level. He'd gone through the crawl space.

"Got him," Laxus said as he stood straight again. "We can-"

His plotting was disrupted when a house full of servants and guests left the music room, all demanding answers to questions, or for medical help, or just to be let out of the madhouse. In the middle of them all was Harding, the stable hand, who was being peppered with questions that, if Freed had been correct, the man wouldn't be able to answer even if he wanted to.

"I'll deal with this," Freed said. "I know the spell Jasper used, I have runes that can reverse them. Track him down and stop him from getting away."

"Right."

Leaving Freed to the crowd, Laxus shot down the crawl space, sending spurts of lightning ahead of himself to light up the darkness. He pushed through cobwebs, ducked under stray beams, and ignored the creaking of floorboards under him as he pounded through the passageway. There were spy holes drilled through walls, removable slats of wood that made up the ground floors ceiling, and even a one way mirror looking into the room he and Freed had been sleeping in. Thank fuck Freed had runed their room for soundproofing, at least.

He couldn't hear Jasper over the sound of his own running, and was grateful that the passageway seemed to be linear rather than spiralling off into a maze. He burst through a door, which proved to be the large painting of a long dead lord on the upper landing of the hallway. There were no doors this end of the upper floor, nor stairs, but there was a balcony overlooking the main entrance. Looking over it, there was a swirl of mess on the floor, and leaves blustering around. Laxus guess; Jasper had vaulted over the balcony to the lower floor, and used a gust of wind to propel him up just enough to stop him hitting the ground with force.

Movement from the corner of his eye caught Laxus' attention. Through the window, he could see Jasper running across the house's land, towards the side gateway beside the lake.

Not wanting to risk losing line of sight, Laxus forced out a beam of lightning, hitting the old wooden frame of the window, splintering it. With a shove, he pushed the window out of its place, sending it crashing to the ground and shattering on contact. He leapt through the gap left, managing to pass the shattered glass and landing on one knee on the gravel drive. It cut his hand a little, but he pushed up and started chase, magic crackling around him.

The sound of the breaking glass must have gotten Jasper's attention, because the moment Laxus was standing again, a thick fog enveloped him. It was thick enough Laxus felt the damp, and knew his lightning was rendered pointless. But that was fine; he was a mage. If there was one thing every mage did, it was to get the lay of the land, and he'd had a full day walking the grounds with Freed to know where he was, and where Jasper would be going.

Pushing through the haze of fog, Laxus kept his pace fast and relentless. The point of the fog was to disorient him, and slow him. Laxus couldn't let either happen, and through his limited sight, he made note of anything that could be considered a landmark, and changed direction accordingly. He was faster and stronger than Jasper; he just needed to keep going.

Light breached, and he left the thick fog in a sudden burst, founding himself in the statue yard. He heard breathing that wasn't his own. Jasper was here; out of breath too. Pathetic.

A burst of lightning struck down from the sky, shattering one of the statues to rubble.

Apparently Jasper knew better than to be baited or to sit around, because he rushed out from behind a hedge, and towards the nearest exit of the statue yard. Laxus sprinted after him, but a burst of wind pushed against him, followed by a deluge of fast falling snow that stuck quick and thick to the ground. He kept on running, trudging as best he could through the uneven terrain, protecting his eyes from the snow as to keep his gaze on Jasper.

He shot lightning at the man, which struck a magically formed globe of snow, melting it but turning his lightning to a weak beam. When he went to cast his next spell, another burst of wind knocked his balance and sent the stream sailing into the ground.

With a growl, he looked up and let out a Dragon Slayer's roar, uninhibited lightning bursting through the snow clouds and overpowering the spell. By the time he looked down, the snow had all settled on the ground, and Laxus could see where Jasper had got to. He was getting closer and closer to the exit, and the thick forest he could easily hide himself in. Laxus surged forward.

Jasper continued weak attempts at slowing Laxus. He summoned rainclouds to muddy the ground, more snowstorms, endless blasts of wind, and even a pathetic attempt at summoning lightning that only served to power Laxus up.

"You're not winning this," Laxus roared over the sound of multiple freak storms. "Might as well stop."

But jasper didn't. He kept running, and so did Laxus. He cast no more spells, focusing entirely on catching up with Jasper. He could take the guy with his fists without breaking a sweat. Getting to him before he could duck into the forest was the most important thing.

Forcing forward through ice covered slush and thick sludgy ground, Laxus found himself catching up, but Jasper was faster than he looked. He was getting closer and closer, and Laxus was considering the best way to burn the forest to the ground, when overwhelming magic burst forward, familiar and warm.

Walls of runes sprouted from the ground, flying into the sky and patched together with lightning, just like the runes protecting their room when Laxus had been reversing the memory spell. Battencorp Manor was inescapable, and Laxus turned to look back at the house to see the man behind it.

There Freed was, standing in the shattered windows of the music room, coat and hair billowing in the wind, magic pouring off of him beautifully.

Jasper was panicking. His escape route was taken from him, and Laxus approached with lightning crackling across him, the scales protruding off his forearms a testament to his fury. Jasper looked to the left, hoping to flee, only to see a small battalion of rune army soldiers approaching, weapons drawn and spells at the ready. When he looked to the right, there was the vast, deep lake.

He had four options. The army, the lake, Laxus, or conceding defeat.

The idiot chose the lake.

He ran towards it manically, jumping off the deck and submerging himself in the dirty water as quickly as he could, swimming inelegantly, his fancy clothing doing nothing to help his speed. It would take the rune army a bit of time to approach, so Laxus all but meandered towards the side of the lake, grinning.

Honestly; who could be so stupid to jump into a still-water lake when they were trying to get away from a lightning mage? Rich guys really were good for nothing.

Hand raised in the air, Laxus bought down strike after strike of lighting onto the lake's surface. Jasper's scream might have been harrowing, if he hadn't proven himself to be a monster not deserving of pity. Laxus kept his magic flowing, knowing just the moment he had to stop before killing the man. Once the lightning vanished, Jasper floated limply in the lake, body smoking and juddering slightly, lax and unconscious. Face down, too. If Laxus did nothing, he could watch the man drown.

But out of everyone in this house, Jasper had fucked Laxus over the least. The wronged parties deserved to be the ones taking their revenge, not him. So Laxus climbed into the water, waded towards the man, yanked him to the shore, and dumped him in the mud for the rune knights to pick him up.

———

Rather than instantly carting him away for his crimes, the knights insisted they needed a full picture of what had happened. They didn't doubt Jasper's guilt, not after whatever message Freed had sent to them, but they needed to know exactly what he had done and who his victims were. As such, they'd needed somewhere to keep him before arresting him. It had been Laxus' pleasure to suggest the nearby stables.

As much as Laxus wanted to storm back and tend to Freed in whatever way he needed, he refused to let Jasper out of his sight. Yes, he was unconscious, had been tied to a fence, gagged with a horse's bit to stop any verbal spells, and was surrounded by rune knights. But a man willing to cast the spells he had was unpredictable; Laxus wouldn't risk them losing him.

He just wished Freed came to him. Just so he could be sure nothing bad had happened.

When the door to the stable opened, Laxus jerked his head towards it, momentarily thinking Freed somehow knew he needed him and had come. But it wasn't Freed. It was her. The Queen. Freed's damn cousin.

"You certainly had fun keeping him contained, didn't you Mr Dreyar," Hisui said, looking down at the unconscious man. "Was the gag entirely necessary?"

She walked into the stable like she owned the damn place, and it got Laxus' hackles rising. He'd heard good things about her, but a Queen was a Queen, and they always thought they deserved to get what they wanted. Laxus couldn't stop the memories of Freed when his past identity had been found out; the fear he'd felt before Jasper had reared his head. Freed was scared to go back to a life of royalty and duty, and this woman likely thought she would have to do nothing more than clicking her fingers to get him in line.

"You're not taking him," Laxus grunted, standing tall.

She looked perplexed. "I'm aware he's done some terrible things, but I can't allow you to kill him without total necessity."

"Not him," Laxus snapped, glancing at Jasper for a moment. "Freed. I don't care what the hell kind of bullshit duty or responsibility you think he has, you're not having him. And if you've got any ideas about-"

"Mr Dreyar, I'm going to stop you there because I think you're gearing up to tell me that you don't care who I am, and that you're willing to stop me if needs be," she smiled, and Laxus found it to be more patronising than anything else. "Given that that would be a treasonous statement, and considering the company we currently keep," she gestured to the room of royal guards, "maybe give it a second to think your words out?"

"You're not taking him," Laxus repeated with a growl.

"Nor do I intend to," she assured him. "Believe it or not, we've known where he was for as long as he's gone by that name. He's done nothing to bring disrepute nor danger to the crown. Well, nothing we couldn't overlook anyway. I'd say you're a bad influence for him, Mr Dreyar, but I think we both knew he had a bit of darkness in him all along. Theatrical too. I've always wondered; was it him who suggested you did your little coup on the day of the harvest festival. I assume so; he's dramatic to a fault, even if he'll deny it."

"You know about that?"

"He's my favourite cousin; I've kept tabs. It's why I answered when he sent me a message."

"Then why'd you let the marriage crap happen if you want him staying at the guild."

"I can't control everyone's actions, Mr Dreyar. Nor should I. Unfortunately, that means that people will act outside of what I think is the correct course of actions every second of the day," she gave a pointed look to the bound man. "To catch you up to speed, the true Earl of Battencorp has been given his autonomy back, but the process has rendered him needing some time to recover. Your husband-" she seemed amused even saying the word; she obviously knew "-is tending to him. They'll be out when the Earl is ready, I expect. No doubt the poor man will have some things to say to his little brother."

"What's gonna happen to him?"

"Incarceration, no doubt. The memory spell was linked to the spells cast on Harding. Freed removing that spell has removed all memory altering spells, including the one cast on me. That's proof enough of a crime. Our legislature says every instance of dark magic like that would call for a minimum sentence of five years. The spell was cast on hundreds of people at least; the charges will quickly mount up," She looked down at the unconscious man. Laxus didn't know what she was thinking. "Harding was a good man. Couldn't have been more than twenty when everything begun. Even knowing that we were magically compelled to forget him, it's hard not to feel like we let him down in the most disgusting way possible. Freed feels the same way, I should warn you."

"He's that kind of man," Laxus sighed.

"He is," Hisui agreed. "You'll help him realise he did all he could when he had the facts, yes?"

"Of course."

"Good," she nodded, then reached into the inner pocket of her cloak. "I'm not here to take him from you, Laxus. I'm here to set him free."

She handed Laxus a brown folder, wrapped up with string. "What is it?"

"The documents of formal abdication," she explained, taking a seat on the rusted bench Laxus had perched on. "I understand why he never came to me when it happened. The world has changed, I've changed, and his position in the chain of inheritance has changed. I don't hold it against him that he didn't trust me to do what's best for him, but this is it," she patted the folder. "All he needs to do is sign this document - at the palace I'm afraid, so you'll have to plan a visit - and he'll lose his title, his inheritance, and his past life."

"That's all it takes?"

"I told you he was prone to the dramatics," she laughed. "I'm just glad I got to him before he did something truly stupid, like - oh I don't know - making up a husband and wrangling in a man who clearly loves him to play the role."

"I don't-"

"You do. As does he, I think. He'd be silly not to," She nudged him on the shoulder. "You'd be good to him, I'm sure of it, and would suit his needs to perfection. That's all I'll say on the matter," she tilted her head slightly. "No, actually I've a little more. Not to rush you, but either get married or her rid of that forged document from the department of marriage records. I don't know how you got it there, but either legitimise it, or remove it."

Laxus' cheeks were flaming, and her knowing little smile suggested she knew which option Laxus would prefer. "Right."

"Good man."

They sat in silence for a while, waiting for Freed and Harding to come to the stables. There was a silent agreement that Harding needed to be given the chance to see his brother if he wanted to. Laxus still craved to see Freed, but knew that he was likely acting as a friendly face to the tortured earl, and Laxus storming in with possessive worry would do no good.

At some point in the following hours, Jasper woke. He struggled against his binds, yelled through his gag, and tried and failed to cast spell after spell. Only when he saw Laxus and Hisui watching him did his eyes widen in true fear, and he settled down again.

Still they waited. The afternoon went on with nary a word, and every time Jasper tried to cast a spell or loosen his binds, Laxus shot a small spark of lightning to the centre of his chest, just to remind him just how fucked he was.

Eventually, the doors opened, and Freed walked in, Harding following.

Nobody spoke, and they all watched as Harding looked down at his brother. Jasper looked up at him, and they stared each other down. Laxus was surprised that he could only see hatred in Jasper's eyes. Harding stared like the man below him meant nothing at all. That's what made him so dangerous in the moment.

"I intend to let the courts destroy you with the full force of the law," Harding said, voice firm. "I won't interfere, I won't make suggestions on your case, nor will I be at your trial. I plan on living without thinking about you again."

Jasper began yelling through his gag, his words muffled. After all this, he wanted a reaction.

"But, I think I'm owed something. You were so petty, with what you made me do. Often I thought death would be preferable, and I thought that simply because you wanted to treat me like dirt. So I will afford the same courtesy to you."

The room watched as Harding walked to the corner of the stable, and hefted a shovel. For a moment Laxus expected him to strike his brother across the head with it, but Harding left the room for a moment, before returning with the shovel still in hand. His revenge was clear, and nobody made any move to stop him.

Jasper was wide-eyed and struggling manically as Harding approached him, hefting a shovel overflowing with the rancid horse shit that he'd been shovelling for years now. Jasper pulled and pulled at his bounds as Harding got closer. Still, nobody stopped him.

Harding's calm detachment slipped for a moment as he grabbed Jasper's hair and forced him to look up, before slowly, tauntingly dumping the entire shovel of manure straight onto his handsome, furious, scared face.

It was brutal and revolting and spiteful. It was what Jasper deserved.

They sat in the moment, understanding just a scrap of what Harding's life had been. If this was his form of fitting revenge, then nobody was going to begrudge him that. Jasper struggled and roared through his gag, trying to fling off the crap. Nobody moved to help him.

"I don't wish to see him again," Harding said, and walked out of the stable without further word. The doors closed softly, and he was gone.

"Right," Queen Hisui clapped her hands, turning to Freed. "Cousin dearest, we'll see each other again soon, I hope, but for now you must go. Mr Battencorp is in the purview of the crown and we have decisions to make, so both you and your companion are dismissed. Quickly now."

With a shared glance, Laxus and Freed left the stable. They walked away, and the guards who had been standing outside swarmed in, chains of runes ready to take their prisoner in. Neither Laxus nor Freed paid them any mind as they walked.

"Ready to go home?" Laxus asked, tucking the papers for Freed's freedom into his jacket pocket again.

"More than anything," Freed said, and the two of them walked towards the main entrance of the grounds. The houses staff were loud as Harding walked towards them, the rune knights were all around trying to maintain control, and Laxus was back by Freed's side.

Exactly where he should be.

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[mark x donghyuck]

rejoice! by sunffleur (4/4 | 39,059 | E)

“You again?” Dr. Lee stood in front of him, eyebrows raised. “Hi.” "It’s been 6 hours.” “I was working. It’s not like I want to be here again, okay?” Donghyuck whined, looking at the doctor with embarrassment. “But it seems like my stomach has other plans.” (or, Donghyuck is dumb enough to get food poisoned twice in less than 24 hours and, now, he has a crush on the doctor).

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Featured Fic (Modern AU)

La Semi-Dolce Vita by caciopepebowl Rating: E Status: WIP Summary: Kate Sharma is a talented, London-based sous chef who spends one week per year working as a private chef on Lake Como. Anthony Bridgerton is a highly regimented financier on holiday with his family in Como, and he's hired Kate to cook for them. She lives to eat. He eats to live—or at least he used to.

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♡ gyuvin x ricky

addict for dramatics (12/12 | 148,024 | E)

by Presently

Gyuvin is a little taller than Gunwook, and Ricky isn’t sure why, but this pisses him off. Just like Gunwook, Gyuvin is also wearing all black—leather jacket clinging to his broad shoulders and skinny jeans showing off his long legs. He’s far too well-proportioned to be slumming around in a bar like this, face small with a perfect nose and straight teeth. There’s mirth dancing around in his eyes, like Gyuvin is in on a joke that Ricky has no clue of.

Ricky decides then and there that he doesn't like Kim Gyuvin.

Shen Ricky has it all: money, status, and an easy life.

His ultimate demise comes in the form of one bass guitarist. His name? Kim Gyuvin. His desire? Ricky between his teeth.

[lady-of-nightmares-and-heartache]

Crossed Directory

Chapter 1: Crossed

Chapter 2: The Secret

Chapter 3: Split

[up-in-space-reading]

Average Weekly Screentime - Chap 1: Let's Make a Bet

pairing: Jake Peralta x Amy Santiago

word count: 2472

warnings/tags: college au, texting, drunk texting, text fic (mostly, there's prose a few chaps in), bets, bisexual!jake peralta, jake peralta has adhd, parties, drinking and alcohol, sexual references, implied sexual content (nothing explicit, just suggested its going to happen/has happened), friends to lovers, swearing, mentions of cannibalism, lighthearted threats of violence (typical rosa stuff yk), fluff

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Story Summary: texting fic college AU with the squad! It's the beginning of the school year and while everyone else thinks it'll be the same as the previous year, Gina has a feeling things are going to be different and wagers a bet with Rosa and Charles. Told through all the various group chats everyone is in.

Chap 1 | Chap 2 | Chap 3 | Chap 4 | Chap 5 | Chap 6 | Chap 7 | Chap 8 | Chap 9 | Chap 10

authors note: So I attempted writing a text fic for another fandom i used to write for buuut abandonded it when i left the fandom. But i wanted to give it another go!! I think it helps me be a bit more creative, and I had some content that I hated going unused. I've tried to make everyones nicknames and stuff in group chats obvious so you don't get too confused who is who but I do have a "key" written out in my notes I can include if you need, just comment and lmk!!

Jimmy Jabbers

[9:05am, Monday]

Four Eyes: Jake has fallen asleep in class, bets on how long until he wakes up?

Queen G: The whole class

Mr Grapes: 30 minutes

RoRo: Professor?

Four Eyes: Wunch

RoRo: She’s gonna wake him up in 12 mins

Four Eyes: Will keep you updated

-

[9:17am, Monday]

Four Eyes: Rosa you terrify me

RoRo: I know RoRo: what do I get for winning?

Four Eyes: I’ll make Jake give you $10

Vic Kovac: not happening

RoRo: you say that now RoRo: but you will give me my money

Vic Kovac: is anyone else feeling threatened

-

Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[11:37pm, Wednesday]

Ferris: hey santiago Ferris: i have a super important question Ferris: how did fountains work way back in time Ferris: or did they not have fountains and fountains r a recent thing Ferris: has media ruined my perception of fountains

Cameron: You do know that google exists?

Ferris: i wanted to ask u first bc ur smart

Cameron: Jake, I’m working on our essay that’s due in two weeks, google it yourself please

Ferris: ur so boring

-

[11:59pm, Wednesday]

Ferris: it was gravity Ferris: gravity made the fountains Ferris: fountains are like SUPER old

Cameron: Yeah that makes sense Cameron: Now please let me go to sleep

Ferris: goodnight!!!!!!!!!

-

Jimmy Jabbers

[8:43pm, Thursday]

Queen G: okay losers gather around Queen G: we are partying this weekend, no arguments Queen G: its happening and EVERYONE will be participating

Vic Kovac: YES G LETS GO Vic Kovac: whats the plan?

Queen G: one of terrys housemates was thinking of having a party and terry said he can persuade him to have one

Mr Grapes: oohh a party! I’ve been wanting to take my new slacks for a test run

RoRo: @vic kovac how bad are the slacks?

Vic Kovac: so awful

Mr Grapes: you guys hate my style! Its not fair :(

Queen G: because Charles the clothes you wear make you look like a background extra of a movie set in an office but not a new york office more like a used car salesman office in ohio

Mr Grapes: message received loud and clear :(

Four Eyes: Count me in for the party!

-

Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[8:47pm, Thursday]

Ferris: YOU are gonna go to the party?

Cameron: You’re acting like I never go to parties

Ferris: just surprised is all

Cameron: You’re weird

-

Dance Squad

[9:02pm, Thursday]

G-Hive: okay we need to start a bet NOW

Charlese: what are we betting about??

G-Hive: it’s the beginning of the school year, the two of them seem different this year G-Hive: i think this might be the year! G-Hive: rosa, u in?

Scary: of course I am, dumb bets are my specialty

Charlese: I’m in!!!

G-Hive: ok, start date is today, place ur bets now and u can change them until the clock strikes midnight tonight G-Hive: after that they are locked in

-

Bi Besties

[9:06pm, Thursday]

Dagger: what r ur feelings towards amy?

El Baboso: she’s my friend El Baboso: why r u asking??

Dagger: dont worry about it

-

Dance Squad

[9:07pm, Thursday]

Scary: three and a half weeks after we get back from winter break

G-Hive: weirdly specific i like it

Charlese: in three months

G-Hive: awful guess but sure G-Hive: im gonna go with a month before the school year ends

Scary: fair enough

G-Hive: okay im writing all the dates down in my notes G-Hive: remember u have until midnight to change G-Hive: how much is everyone putting in the pool?

Charlese: $50 – feeling confident

Scary: you shouldn’t beScary: I can match that

G-Hive: same G-Hive: its gonna be an interesting school year babes

-

Jimmy Jabbers

[4:36pm, Friday]

Queen G: party at terry’s tomorrow is ON! Queen G: he said “BYO booze, I’m not made of money” Queen G: hes my fave

Vic Kovac: as ur childhood best friend i resent that statement

Queen G: i said what i said

Vic Kovac: ill find a new bestie

Queen G: you do that pineapples

Four Eyes: HA pineapples

RoRo: pineapples lol

*Jake Peralta has left the group chat*

-

Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[4:38pm, Friday]

Ferris: amy add me back pls

Cameron: I’ll think about it

Ferris: pllllleeeeeaaaaassssseeeeeee

-

Jimmy Jabbers

[4:39pm, Friday]

*Four Eyes added Jake Peralta to the group chat*

*Four Eyes changed Jake Peralta’s nickname to Pineapples*

Pineapples: im gonna find better friends

-

Queens, Legends, Icons

[3:13pm, Saturday]

Ginaa: babe what r u wearing tonite????

Rosie: what i usually wear

Ginaa: so real of u

-

Jimmy Jabbers

[9:27pm, Saturday]

Pineapples: charles and i on our way!!!!!

Four Eyes: Rosa, Gina, and I will be leaving as soon as Gina is satisfied with her hair

-

[10:46pm, Saturday]

Four Eyes: LOUNG ROM NOOW Four Eyes: JAKE ON TABLE

-

[11:22pm, Saturday]

Queen G: i can’t find rosie Queen G: has anyone seen rosa

RoRo: in the bathroom RoRo: DONT COME FIND ME

-

[12:34am, Sunday]

Pineapples: me and charle takin amyyy home

Four Eyes: one more daaance

RoRo: freaks

Pineapples: NOT LIKE THAT ROSA

-

[10:04am, Sunday]

Four Eyes: I want to die

Mr Grapes: seconded

Pineapples: thirded

RoRo: gina and i are getting brunch in 20

Pineapples: count me in

Four Eyes: Me too

Mr Grapes: me three

-

Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[3:15pm, Sunday]

Ferris: ik ur embarrassed but drunk amy was kinda fun ngl

Cameron: As bad as I feel today I will admit that I did have fun

Ferris: in a few weeks when u forget how bad u felt we shall do it again!

Cameron: Whatever you say haha

-

Jimmy Jabbers

[1:37pm, Wednesday]

Queen G: this class is KILLING me Queen G: someone entertain me pls

Pineapples: ok so if human skin is like pig skin would u be able to make pork crackling but like with human

RoRo: probably if u prepared it properly

Four Eyes: You most probably could. Part of me would want to say that human skin would react to being in an oven differently, but I think if you just used a part of the body most similar to a pork roast it would be fine. Pat dry, oil and salt, all good to cook. The only issue would be knowing how long to cook it for and what temperature so that it does crackle

Pineapples: jesus christ amy…

Queen G: amy i think i just gained a bit of respect for u

RoRo: me too

-

Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[2:55pm, Thursday]

Ferris: im SO bored rn

Cameron: Focusing on the class is usually a good way to cure boredom

Ferris: i tried Ferris: its not happening

Cameron: You’re distracting me

Ferris: come ooonnn we both know u already know the lesson plan

Cameron: That’s not the point

Ferris: stop replying to me then

Cameron: If I don’t reply you’ll just continue to bug me

Ferris: i believe that is what they call a rock and a hard place Ferris: check mate to me Ferris: always get what i want Ferris: do u think holt will get mad if he sees me texting Ferris: probs will Ferris: worth it tbh Ferris: im hungrryyy

Cameron: I’m going to kill you

Ferris: amy pls, get in line behind rosa

-

Jimmy Jabbers

[7:23pm, Saturday]

Four Eyes: Need movie suggestions, please

Pineapples: mamma mia

Queen G: the mummy Queen G: Brendan Frasier is way too fine to pass up

RoRo: Somethings Gotta Give

Mr Grapes: Dirty Dancing

Four Eyes: Hm okay Four Eyes: No documentaries?

Queen G: NO

Pineapples: n o

RoRo: no

Mr Grapes: Blackfish?

Four Eyes: That’s a bummer Charles…

Mr Grapes: YOU WANTED A DOCUMENTARY!!

-

Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[7:30pm, Saturday]

Cameron: I decided on Mamma Mia, thought you’d like to know

Ferris: i knew u were smart

-

Bi Besties

[6:45pm, Tuesday]

El Baboso: do u have the notes from yesterdays lecture?

Dagger: yeah, why?

El Baboso: can i borrow them? El Baboso: i lost mine

Dagger: no, u never returned the last notes i let u “borrow”

El Baboso: :(

-

Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[6:47pm, Tuesday]

Ferris: amy Ferris: ameesss Ferris: ur my bestie right

Cameron: What do you want, Jake?

Ferris: can i borrow ur notes from holts class yesterday Ferris: PLEASE

Cameron: Yes you can

Ferris: THANK U SM AMY I’LL GIVE THEM BACK ASAP

Cameron: Don’t worry about it, I made an extra copy of mine after class when I noticed you hadn’t taken any notes

Ferris: this is why we r friends

Cameron: So you can steal my notes?

Ferris: uuhhhh

-

Sleuth Sisters

[6:50pm, Tuesday]

Rosa: cant believe u gave jake ur notes

Amy: I keep hoping that if he has all the material then he might try and study more

Rosa: optimistic

Amy: I know..

-

Jimmy Jabbers

[9:32pm, Wednesday]

Queen G: a girl in my class just text me that theres a party happening this Friday at her friends place Queen G: which one of u bitches is in

Pineapples: obviously im in!

RoRo: feel like even if i said no i’d be forced to go

Mr Grapes: who’s gonna be there?

Queen G: definitely NOT the professor you have a weird crush on Queen G: just say yes

Mr Grapes: i don’t have a crush on her…

Four Eyes: I can’t do Friday, sorry. Have fun though!

Pineapples: amy pls just forget your study schedule for ONE night

Four Eyes: I’ll think about it, but no promises

-

Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[10:03pm, Friday]

Ferris: i knew u would come

Cameron: Shut up and bring me a drink, if I’m going to miss studying then I at least want to make it worth it

Ferris: 3 drink amy coming right up!

-

[10:42pm, Friday]

Cameron: rosa just gave me SHOTS

Ferris: GET IT GIRL

Cameron: you’re weird lol

-

[11:14pm, Friday]

Cameron: JAKE COME DANCE WITH US

Ferris: COMING

-

Jimmy Jabbers

[01:11am, Saturday]

RoRo: anyone seen amy?

Mr Grapes: ive lost jake too

-

[01:20am, Saturday]

Pineapples: amy threw up in the garden Pineapples: taking her back home in an uber

RoRo: k

-

[11:24am, Saturday]

Four Eyes: Can’t begin to explain how terrible I feel right now..

Pineapples: im not surprised based on how u were when i took u home

RoRo: drink some coffee and you’ll be fine

Four Eyes: Don’t even talk to me about food or drinks unless its water or plain toast

-

Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[11:27am, Saturday]

Ferris: sorry u feel crap today

Cameron: I knew what I was signing up for when Rosa handed me the tequila shots

Ferris: if its any consolation i just remembered i have an essay due on monday that i havent done yet

Cameron: If you need help let me know

Ferris: dont make promises u will regret santiago

-

DDC

[01:07pm, Saturday]

G: what was with u taking amy home last night???

Jacob: nothing was with it Jacob: shes my friend and i helped her Jacob: id do the same for u or charles or rosa

G: hmm okay G: ill accept that G: for now

Jacob: despite being friends with everyone im friends with ur still at the top of the weird list

G: thank you sm <3

-

Jimmy Jabbers

[08:27pm, Wednesday]

Pineapples: guys im so booorreeddd Pineapples: someone talk to meeee

Queen G: we could play a game?

Pineapples: like what???

Queen G: ive been saving this screenshot for a rainy day Queen G: what movie is this, wrong answers only Queen G: 1 image attachment – screenshot of movie review which says “These two fuck like they’re gremlins in a rainstorm”

Pineapples: Home Alone surely

Four Eyes: Point Break

Mr Grapes: Dumb and Dumber

Queen G: @four eyes point break isn’t a documentary, you know that right?

Four Eyes: I don’t just watch documentaries, Gina

RoRo: Saw

Pineapples: do i wanna know who in saw ur talking about

RoRo: no you don’t

-

[10:07pm, Wednesday]

Pineapples: how long has the concept of whiteness been around

Four Eyes: For the love of God…

Mr Grapes: this feels like a conversation I should stay out of

RoRo: take a guess or google dumbass

Pineapples: b* idk like 12 AD

RoRo: don’t hide it under your little asterisks Peralta, call me a bitch like a man so I can slap you like a woman

Pineapples: if my dead body is found tomorrow use this gc as evidence

-

Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[05:03pm, Friday]

Ferris: dark academia has been done to death

Cameron: Yeah?

Ferris: its time for stripper academia

Cameron: Is this you trying to tell me you want to open up a strip club cross with a library?

Ferris: amy ur a genius!!!

Cameron: Oh god no…

-

Bi Besties

[02:42pm, Tuesday]

El Baboso: would u rather meet a ghost or a vampire??

Dagger: why??

El Baboso: im curious El Baboso: also ur a deeply unreasonable and angry person so i wanna know ur answer

Dagger: that checks out Dagger: now go away

-

DDC

[02:45pm, Tuesday]

Jacob: would u rather meet a ghost or a vampire?

G: vampire obvs

Jacob: good answer

G: i know

-

Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[02:46pm, Tuesday]

Ferris: would u rather meet a ghost or a vampire?

Cameron: I’m not sure, I’ve never thought about it

Ferris: well nows the time

Cameron: Maybe a ghost, they couldn’t really do anything to hurt me unlike a vampire

Ferris: what if the vampire is very sexy

Cameron: That does change things

-

The Night Boys

[02:50pm, Tuesday]

Deathblade: charles Deathblade: would u rather meet a ghost or a vampire??

Sidewinder: ghost

Deathblade: what if the vampire was sexy?

Sidewinder: if I get bitten by a vampire then I can’t eat food ever again, only blood Sidewinder: no vampire is sexy enough to make me give up food

Deathblade: fair enough buddy

-

Jimmy Jabbers

[02:53pm, Tuesday]

Four Eyes: Who else has been asked about ghosts and vampires by Jake today?

RoRo: me

Queen G: me

Mr Grapes: me

Pineapples: you weren’t supposed to talk to each other about it!! Pineapples: you have ruined my important data collection

Four Eyes: What data??

Pineapples: … Pineapples: which of you could be swayed by a vampire

-

Jimmy Jabbers

[11:12pm, Saturday]

Pineapples: just thinking about if the hudson flooded

RoRo: what would you do about it?

Pineapples: get a big straw

Queen G: girl what

-

Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[11:14pm, Saturday]

Cameron: You alright, Jake?

Ferris: yeah Ferris: why?

Cameron: You’ve just seemed a little all over the place this week

Ferris: ah right Ferris: yeah idk just been a bad brain week i guess

Cameron: Fair enough. If you need anything I’m here :)

Ferris: thanks amy

Chap 1 | Chap 2 | Chap 3 | Chap 4 | Chap 5 | Chap 6 | Chap 7 | Chap 8 | Chap 9 | Chap 10

authors note: Thanks for reading, i love u <3

[sweettooth97]

Reading multi-chapter fics that were written over the course of years and watching the style of the writing change as the author probably consumes different writing and media ❤️

[writingnocturne]

✨ LoZ Writing on Ao3 Master Post! ✨

My AO3:

Featured:

Please note, all long-fics below are WIPs. This is because I haven't had a platform to share my writing until rather recently, and life happens - so I am trying to catch up with all the ideas I've come up with and haven't been able to share.

Long Fics (WIP):

Post-TotK - Origins of Calamity (SPOILERS)

Post-BotW/TotK Rewrite (SPOILERS) – Call of the Forgotten ( + Returning Memories (Bonus One Shots) + An End to Calamity (One Shots between BotW and CotF))

Short Multi-Chapters

Post ALTTP/LA (5/10) - Forget Me Not

Original Zelink (ZW - 7/7) - The Princess’s Heart

Zine Writing

🌊 Across Time (LA) - Dreaming Of You

Fangame Fics (see @loz-untold-myths)!

Untold Myths – The Mage's Lantern

Untold Myths - Stone Fate ( + Falling into Place (Bonus One Shots) )

Untold Myths - The Princess’s Heart

One-Shots

Skyward Sword – By Your Side for Eternity, To Be Born of Many Hearts, Past Love, From the Sky

A Link Between Worlds – Clumsy with Secrets, Borrow Your Courage, Hilda's Lonesome, Stay, Still Life

A Link to the Past/Link's Awakening – At the Shore of Reality, Warm & Sweet

The Legend of Zelda/The Adventure of Link - For You, Princess

The Wind Waker/Phantom Hourglass – Unsettled Tides, A Lazy, Old Pirate's Advice, A Change in the Wind

Spirit Tracks – A Phase

Ocarina of Time/Majora's Mask – Always Cruel, A Name to Navigate, The Moon is Still in the Sky, Tulip

Twilight Princess – What Are We? , The Coming Spring, The Setting Sun

Age of Calamity – Away with the Words

Breath of the Wild - I Might Be In Love, First Snow, Oats

Tears of the Kingdom – A Glimpse Into the Past and Future, The Scent of Nostalgia, Immortal Spirit, Remnant, My Sun

Tumblr Links

(Some are found only on Tumblr, for now).

The Legend of Zelda (1986) – Unseen Hero

A Link to the Past – Warm Smile, At The Shore of Reality

I'm always updating, so keep an eye on this!

[peachdues]

when dating a delinquent means getting cockblocked by his delinquent job —

MDNI.

He stoops down, hands wrapped under your thighs and he hauls you up, blanket and all. He walks you back to your bed, never breaking your kiss until he lets you fall back against your blankets with a surprised oomph! he’s quick to reconnect your lips, however, as he covers your body with his, his hands working the hem of his shirt you’d borrowed up.

You moan when his fingers graze the underside of your bare breasts, his shirt now pushed up your chest. You know what he means to do; you can feel it digging into your thigh where his body rests against yours.

God, it just felt so fucking good.

Idly, you wonder whether the revolving door to his bed had been kept running because he simply couldn’t find anyone to temper this need of his. He’s insatiable but so are you; so you’re more than ready to meet him, stroke for stroke.

“Sanemi,” you murmur sweetly into his kiss and he moans. “Sanemi, oh, Sanemi —“

If you don’t stop saying his name like that, he doesn’t stand a chance in hell at leaving (he wants — no, needs — you to keep going).

His hand latches around your wrist and he unwinds your arm from its place around his neck. He lays it back against your bed, over your head, his fingers lacing tightly with yours.

The kisses turn heated, your leg hooking around his hips to help him rock into you, and all his better judgment flies right out your window.

Fuck it, fuck work, he can spare another hour or two. Besides, he’s got positions he’s been dreaming of trying with you, ones that he’d believed, until last night, would only ever be fantasies he fucked into his fist. Certainly, he’s desperate to get you on your stomach so he can see what kind of noises you’ll make when he’s taking you from behind —

His phone’s ringtone is a bullhorn that blares through your shared moans and pants, and Sanemi peels away from you with a groaned Fuck!

none of this is from next chapter lmao I won’t spoil y’all that much

[riceballficrecs]

☆ sakuatsu ☆

Bound [3/3 | 68,147 | E]

by internetpistol (orphan_account)

Miya Atsumu and Sakusa Kiyoomi’s Co-Stars With Benefits Arrangement Contract

Rules:

1. The span of this arrangement will only last up to the very last day of filming. Anything past that is forbidden.

2. This arrangement will be kept top secret. For obvious reasons.

3. Absolutely no getting emotionally attached.

4. No kissing outside filming.

Miya Atsumu and Sakusa Kiyoomi get cast in a gay film together where they, in the words of The Great Philosopher Rihanna, fell in love in a hopeless place.

[kaesficrecarchive]

[percy x annabeth]

home is where i want to be (but i guess i'm already there) by percivaljackson (3/3 | 57,751 | M)

“Annabeth panic-lied to her step-mom about being in a quote ‘stable and emotionally available’ relationship, and now she has to bring her imaginary lover home for New Year’s,” Piper explains, bringing her hands up behind her head and looking thoroughly amused. Jason nods, like this is a totally average occurrence. “You should bring Percy.” “That’s what I said,” Leo interjects. Annabeth buries her face in her hands. (welcome to the no powers au / fake dating au / annabeth chase character study tug of war. who knows which one it is. not me!)

(author)

[kanthonyficrecs]

Featured Fic (Modern AU)

Lights Out by RosesAtDawn Rating: E Status: Complete Summary: A weekend break in the country is just what Kate needs. A ‘no boys allowed’ trip to take her mind off her busy life and demanding family, that is until fate intervenes and deposits on her doorstep millionaire playboy and Formula One driver Anthony Bridgerton.

[hoodieseason-ficrecs]

♡ heeseung x jay

tilted on its axis (5/5 | 42,694 | T)

by scarletazure

Jay wakes up. He goes about life as usual. It’s second nature, now; when dreaming, Heeseung is his. When awake, Heeseung is also his, but in a different way. He’s careful to keep them separate; careful to appreciate both, because he knows that the second the dreaming world becomes too much more tempting than the waking one, that’s when he has to stop.

And he does not want to stop.

It’s like this: suspiciously similar lucid dreams haunt Hogwarts’ students Park Jongseong and Lee Heeseung.

The catch?

In these dreams—no, these universes—they’re together.

(an ode to enha’s oldest members, enha’s oldest friendship, and the underrated appreciation for the careful, gentle intimacy of 7yearz’s dynamic.)