#nark fanfic

[risetherivermoon]

sneak peak for the oneshot thats a part of the telepathy nark au,

nicky's thoughts from lark's pov are incredibly silly

[fundashnee-rott]

Chapter one

Rating: Mature

Warnings: unhealthy relationship with sex/ alcohol, drunk pacts, pre-instablished relationship (sorta)

Pairing: Nark

[alien-bluez]

Lark can't handle nice things, and as he says "always fucks it up."

Drew a scene from this fic here, please please go read it right now!

[writertyozzie123]

As a writer I serve a very specific audience. And that audience is me.

[outtoshatter]

Hunt by GiaSoFetch

Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies Ship: Nick Close/Lark Oak Rating: Mature Relevant tags: Graphic depictions of violence, alternate universe, nature gods Lark and Sparrow, demon Nick, biting, enemies to lovers speedrun Summary: There is something in Lark and Sparrow's domain. Part one of The Game of Love and Death

Excerpt:

There was something barbarous in the woods. Its presence was shifting and energetic, a devouring flame in the otherwise peaceful forest. Lark’s head came up, eyes darting to track the unseen energy. Sparrow didn’t sit up. There were three squirrels on him, resting in a line from his chest down his right leg. The temple was small, but cool and breezy in the late spring morning. Everything was lush green and gold, brimming with life. Spring was giving way to the relentless march of summer; they could feel it in their bones, in the soil under their feet, and in the slow, steady growth of their trees. Lark swung his legs down off the stone he’d been lying on, turning his head left and right. His skin prickled with awareness, muscles flexing. Sparrow sighed. “I’m sure it will wander away.” “It’s getting closer to the village.” His hands curled into claws. The squirrels chittered nervously, but calmed when Sparrow held his hand over their heads. “What is it?” He explored the presence in their woods with his mind, tasting it, trying to understand it. He couldn’t get a handle on it, like it was flitting just out of reach, changing shape before he could read it. “Dunno. Something passing through.” “But it hasn’t passed through.” His eyes narrowed. “It’s lingering.” Sparrow sighed. Wind rustled the leaves around them. “Then go get it, I suppose.” He twisted to glower at him, but he was still in the dirt, eyes closed. There were leaves and vines tangled in his hair as usual, and he had a smudge of dirt on his cheek like a bruise. “Don’t you care?" “They always leave,” he murmured, sounding as though he might fall asleep. Lark growled and pushed to his feet. “Something inhuman is in our woods.” “We are inhuman,” he pointed out. “And these are our woods.” He found his knife where he’d left it, on a stone ledge carved into the wall of their temple. The obsidian blade gleamed in the sunlight filtering inside; the wooden handle fit in his palm like an extension of his arm. He strapped the sheath to his waist and pulled on his soft leather hunting boots. Sparrow opened one eye when he started for the door. “Be cautious. If it doesn’t leave on its own…” “Then I will drive it out.” “Then it may be powerful.” He spread his arms out, hands flat on the ground. “I will hear if you need help.” Lark snorted but refrained from saying he wouldn’t need it. He had never sensed an energy quite like this, not one that lingered and stained their whole forest with its presence. Outside their temple, the villagers of River Crest had left offerings, baskets of berries, smoked fish, trinkets, and other such things they had learned that the two of them liked. Lark stepped over it all; Sparrow could bring it inside when he was up. He had a creature to hunt.

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[nark-historian]

Hello hello, this is a side blog run by @lunarrosette and is basically just an organized version of the Nark tag

Basically this blog will contain (ideally) literally everything tumblr has in regards to Nark, this is primarily for me to get sources in order for my silly little nark video essay but also bc I love nark and sometimes wanna look at specific nark things

Tags are pretty straightforward:

Fanart - nark fanart

Text posts - nark text posts

Fanfics - nark fics

Headcanons - nark headcanons

Songs - playlists and songs

Polls - polls.

Misc - anything that may not be able to fall into those 6 categories (this may include wips, short snippets of fics, or really anything I’m just not a hundred percent sure on lol)

[nolassolace]

Newest fic for that last prompt for @nark-week

I went with memory 💕

[spaghetticreaturee]

I have committed a new sin.

[weaselgirl]

A Matter Of Chance (30408 words) by Weaselgirl1988 Chapters: 6/14 Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies (Podcast) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Nick Close | Nicholas Foster/Lark Oak Characters: Nick Close | Nicholas Foster, Lark Oak, Glenn Close (Dungeons and Daddies), Taylor Swift (Dungeons and Daddies), Sparrow Oak Additional Tags: Name a character they are probably here somewhere, Marriage of Convenience, Fake Marriage, AU No forgotten realms, canon typical generational trauma, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Eventual Smut, ex friends to husbands to lovers, Slow Burn, Nick has no idea what is going on, But this is not new for him, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Grief/Mourning

Chapter 6: Nick and Lark meet with their family lawyer, then search for a place to start their married life

[calamity-unlocked]

It's THREE AM and usually I put more effort into advertising my works but this entire oneshot was based on nothing but insanity, and that's the vibe you'll get from me. So here.

It's Nark. Nick's an idiot with a penchant for drama that bites him in the ass. Lark's a bit of a dick. They make out. It you want a more comprehensible summary click the link.

6.4k words - Rated T for Teen

[popcornkwantum]

So Close to Home

A silly Nark shenanigans story about keys, a demon breaking in, and a cat named Asmodeus

Summary: Lark and Nicky are finally almost home from a long, exhausting day and are ready to be unconscious (sleep) for the rest of the night. Except, there is one little problem... "Where's the key, Nicky?"

I'm also just casually dropping that it won FIRST PLACE AT A LOCAL SHORT STORY COMPETITION!! :D So I'm extra excited to share it now!

And here's how my entry looks like in the collection book with the small silly doodles at the sides:

[risetherivermoon]

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sixth and final chapter of this fic is out now!! took me a bit longer than the others bc of school and migraines but i finished it! so yay!

the boys are gay, thats all

this fic is a part of a series that ill be updating more to, so don't worry abt not seeing more of this au lol, i have a few oneshots and another multi-chapter fic planned already

thanks for the love and support on this! i enjoyed writing it a lot so i hope you enjoyed reading it!! :))

[lorienlady]

Third chapter is now up- Nick goes through with his wedding to Lark and Sparrow, and there is a revelation waiting for them at the reception.

Don't worry reader, the wedding night is waiting for you!

[bugwantsahug]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Nick Close | Nicholas Foster/Lark Oak, Glenn Close & Nick Close | Nicholas Foster, Glenn Close & Lark Oak, Background, Henry Oak & Lark Oak, Lark Oak & Sparrow Oak Characters: Nick Close | Nicholas Foster, Lark Oak, Glenn Close (Dungeons and Daddies), Henry Oak Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Crying, Cuddling, Kissing, Making Out, Nark, Kissing It Better, talks, sharp right turn here, Daddy Issues, Father-Son Relationship, Found Family, Bonding Summary:

A sobbing Lark shows up at the Close’s home, soaking wet. Lots of crying ensues.

[writertyozzie123]

New Nark fic for my fellow mentally stable, normal people. This time a romcom! I promise I won't hit you with a ton of surprise angst <3

[outtoshatter]

The Frog Kiss

A man wearing a gleaming red and black mask bumped into him. The eyeholes were made to look large and black. “’Scuse me.” His gaze swept over Lark, a thorough examination that left him feeling as though the man had run a hand over his face. “Nice mask.” “What are you supposed to be, a Pokémon?” His mouth twisted. “It’s a poison dart frog,” he sniffed. Lark couldn’t help laughing. “Of course.” The music got louder then, beckoning the guests out to the dance floor. He spotted Sparrow plucking another glass from a floating tray across the garden and rolled his eyes. “You have a flower in your hair.” He reached up and found one in the golden dahlias tangled in his hair. He freed it and examined the soft petals that glinted like metal in the soft candlelight illuminating the garden. Impulsively, he held it out. Across the garden, something crashed, then tittering and laughter burst out. The man accepted the flower cautiously. He sighed. “I suppose you want to dance now.” “Well, don’t sound too eager.” A hint of mischief glinted in his dark eyes. “Dear snakey fellow,” he began loudly, sweeping into an exaggeratedly gallant bow, “please do me the honor of dancing with me for this one song?” People turned to stare at his display, making heat rush up under Lark’s mask, but even then, he wasn’t familiar with the concept of backing down. He put a hand out. “This one dance, frog man,” he replied at a little lower than a bellow.

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