#new fanfiction

[crazyk-imagine]

The Night Dress (Long Shirt)

Pairing: Nick Miller x Fem!reader Characters: Nick Miller, Fem!reader Warnings: Fluff, mentions of smut, based off the episode where Nick and Jess move in together and he pulls out the long shirt, wrote this in like fifteen minutes, this idea consumed me and I went with it, based on the episode where Nick and Jess “move in together”, reader is horny for one Nick Miller, Nick does not understand sexual innuendos (pass it on) Word Count: 568

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"Are you okay?" You ask Nick, watching as he describes what he does while he takes off his shoes. 

"Oh, it’s- it’s nothing." 

Your bottom lip sticks out as you think. "Doesn't seem like nothing. I hope you do realize I've seen you naked so changing your clothes shouldn't be this weird, hon." 

"Did you just call me hon?" He asks while unbuttoning his shirt. 

"Maybe. Was it the right choice, probably not. Do I regret it? No because I don't want you to be uncomfortable and when I try to make people more comfortable, I use nicknames." 

"You know it actually kind of worked." 

You tilt your head. 

He looks down at his night shirt. "Oh, it's on backwards that's why you're looking at me all weird." 

"Little bit but I’m more focused on how it seems so plain. Why don't have you have a designed night dress?" 

A scoff escapes him. "First off, it's a long shirt. Second, you're… not weirded out by it?" 

You shake your head, "not one bit. I'm actually kind of tempted to put my night dress on." 

"You- you have a night dress?" 

"Yeah, sometimes I want to feel comfortable and not so confined in pants and I wear this." You push yourself off the bed, reaching into your bag to pull it out. 

"Oh, that's actually a nice one. I see why you were talking getting a designed one.” 

You smile at him, "thank you… I'm wearing it. You've convinced me." 

“I didn't even say anything," he says while chuckling. 

"I know but you look so comfy," you tug on his long shirt, causing a breeze to hit him. 

"Don't-" he grabs your hand, pulling it off him. "Don't do that." 

You squint your eyes at him, a mischievous smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. "Come here." 

He furrows his brows, "why?" 

"Just come here. I'm gonna whisper something to you." 

"But why? You could just say it out loud, we're in our room with the door closed." 

"Nicholas, do you realize what could easily happen if we both wear these?" 

"No." 

A sigh slips past your lips, "just lay down while I change into my old lady dress." 

He chuckles while climbing into bed. "It's not an old lady- wow." 

You look up and continue to fold your pajama pants. "What?" 

"You look- wow." 

"You're about to say wow a lot more in the next twenty minutes." 

"Why? What's gonna happen?" 

You climb into bed, straddling his hips, placing your hands on his chest. "I'm gonna show you how much fun it can be to wear these things." Your hands trail along the sides of his chest, trailing down to his hips. 

"Oh. Oh," he starts giggling, trying to remove your hands from him. 

"I love when you don't understand my innuendos." 

"Why?" 

"Because it makes me think I can blow your mind just a little more." 

He shrugs. "Fair enough." 

A breathy chuckle slips past your smile as you slowly lean into him, pulling him into a breathtaking kiss. 

"I think I'm gonna really like living with you," he mutters. 

"Yeah?" 

"Just a little." 

"Wow, you're cocky for someone who didn't understand that I plan on having sex with you, not even three minutes ago." 

"I'm amazing that way." 

You don’t even try to fight the smile that dances across your lips. "Please shut up." 

"Okay."

[nightgoodomens]

Would anyone like a snippet of the upcoming fic Detective!Michael x Psychopaths!David ? Remember when I complained they do not star in enough tv shows/films together so I decided to create one?

They always found the victim in a church.

Older woman, older man. Left at the altar, with their hands folded together in a prayer. 

Their eyes gone, a knife that had to carefully remove them never found.

“She was very devoted.” The priest said quietly, standing by Michael. “Lovely woman. Always helped around here. Fantastic mother to her children, and a wife to…” 

Younger woman. 

“Right, yes.” Michael nodded. He brushed his short grey curls back from his forehead. He was exhausted, having spent the whole night working in the office only to be called to the church an hour after he fell asleep at his desk. It was early morning, the air still cold and fresh. 

“Third victim, third church.” Michael’s colleague walked over. The body was being put in the bag, the place secured to not tarnish the evidence.

It was a tiny church in a fairly small village where everyone knew each other. Yet for a reason Michael did not understand, it had three churches, placed like a triangle over the village.

He did not believe in God. 

Or Satan, actually, even if the people already started calling the murderer Lucifer. 

[scarlettwriter91]

New favorite line from chapter 8:

Harry exchanged looks with Ron before they both took seats at the end of the table, facing the adults. He wasn’t sure he liked how calm they all were. Normally, Snape would have already been standing and pacing in front of them by now.

“To be clear,” Snape said after a moment, “I wanted to ground you both on the spot and be done with it.”

“Me too,” said Molly.

And also:

Ron, clearly deciding that one of them should show some form of self preservation, said, “We’re sorry. It won’t happen again.”

Harry snapped his gaze to him. “I’m not sorry.”

[that90sshowgoldencouple]

NEW That ‘70s Show/That '90s Show Fanfiction 

Title: Leia

Summary: Eric and Red share a moment with Baby Leia the day she's born. Pure family fluff to hit you in the feels!

Pairings: Red and Eric (family fluff) Red/Kitty, Eric/Donna, Eric and Leia (family fluff) Red and Leia (family fluff)

Rating: K+

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48738931

Author’s Note: This fic is pure family fluff and gives a little peek how Leia got her name as well as Red's reaction to the name and the first few moments of him as Grandpa Red. This fic was first started away before the series premiered I think I started it before I attended the tapings and finished it maybe after the first one. There's a slight detail that isn't the way it is in canon but I chose not to change it, hope you don't mind. I also really hope you enjoy it!

Tagging those that liked the sneak peek: @hydesjackiespuddinpop @tht70sblog. @ultrajennycat-bui75 @read-fics-lovelace15 @thatseventiesbitch @randomwriter23. @disneymbti. @vvenus-child @alinelovelace @crimsinsky @those70scomics

[smoking-jakelane]

Guys help me out please!

I am in desperate need of a new and easy peasy fanfiction in the gvf fandom.

Anything that is the fluffiest fluff and preferably more chapters. I need this for.. my wellbeing.

Idc about the lane, just cutsie little happy stories are welcome. Thanks in advance my dearest friends 🤍

[boyzcatchingfire]

Warlock, Not Witch ~ *Choi Chanhee*

Summary: Chanhee needs to go into town to get some more supplies. He's careful to keep his warlock identity a secret. However, a mischievous cat has plans to ruin it.

Pairing: Choi Chanhee X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffyish Oneshot

Word Count: 1663

Warning: Mentions disappearing and warlock oppression

Masterlist

Taglist: @plutonieve

All his life, Chanhee has been mistaken for a witch. Which he most certainly is not. He is a warlock, which is very different from witches. Unlike witches, he’s not connected to a certain kind of magic, preferring to study any and all kinds of magic. Of course, there’s also that pesky problem of immortality, but he didn’t like to think about that.

Oh, and how could he forget about his Mark. You see, all warlocks have a Mark; a strange tattoo that changes location, shape, and color everyday. It could be as simple as a dot that could pass as a mole, or as complex as multicolored swirls that littered his entire body. Marks were unpredictable and oftentimes more annoying than anything. That is, unless he had to go into town. Warlocks were not welcome in town.

Today, Chanhee’s Mark was easier to conceal. A sigil of intricate lines on his left temple, that could easily be hidden by his hair or a hood. Since makeup couldn’t hide a Mark, that would have to do. Besides, he really needed to go into town, as he was low on candles, salt, chalk, and persimmons.

Doing one last check in the mirror, he gave himself a curt nod before leaving his home. He kept his hood over his head to make sure his Mark wouldn’t show. He really didn’t need to be kicked out of this town as well for being a warlock, not when he was finally getting settled. Moving was honestly such a hassle and he really didn’t want to go through that again.

Upon arriving in town, Chanhee made his way to Miss Luludja’s cabin where she had all the supplies he needed, well, minus the persimmons. He’d have to ask Changmin for some.

Knocking on the door to her cabin, Miss Luludja called for a minute of patience before he could come inside. As he waited outside, he noticed a black and white cat cleaning one of its paws on a barrel outside of the cabin. He smiled, thinking she finally got a pet to curb her ever increasing loneliness. He reached out to pet it, and though it didn’t back away, it hissed at him and its ears flattened against its head.

He jumped back a little in surprise. “My apologies.” He muttered.

The cat looked as if it was giving Chanhee a once over, which piqued his curiosity. Since Miss Luludja was a witch, it would seem plausible she’d get a familiar attuned to her eclectic clientele. What exactly did this cat sense in him?

Chanhee was not prepared for the cat to launch itself onto his shoulders, making him stumble back a bit at the impact. The cat perched there on his left shoulder, unconcerned that he might weigh more than what a bird might. It glanced at the startled Chanhee before knocking back his hood.

“HEY!”

The door to the cabin swung open and there stood Miss Luludja and a girl who appeared to be around the same age as him. The girl gasped before collecting the cat.

“Oh my goodness! I’m so sorry! I was hoping Lios would behave himself this time, but I guess he really is just an ornery cat.” She apologized. “Really, I-”

As her words died on her lips, Chanhee fixed his hood, his cheeks blazing. Even though she was probably some kind of magic wielder, considering she was at Miss Luludja’s cabin, she still didn’t have to see his Mark. He adjusted his hood to make sure his Mark could not be seen no matter what.

Miss Luludja scoffed. “Come, come now! She’s already seen your warlock Mark. No need to be bashful. Now, come in, come in!”

She snatched his arm and pulled him inside, as the girl followed suite, with the door shutting behind her. “What is it you’re here for, Chanhee? You don’t come in here often, so you must be in need of quite the list of supplies to hoard.”

“I don’t hoard.” He mumbled sternly. “But I do need some chalk, salt, and candles.”

The woman looked at him, one eyebrow perked up. “Is that so? I thought you’d have a more challenging list for me. Nevertheless, I can acquire everything in just a minute. Make yourself at home, have some tea. You can talk with Ms. Y/n while you wait.”

Before he could stop her, she had already disappeared into the backroom. Miss Luludja’s cabin was interesting, as it looked a lot smaller on the outside than it was on the inside. It was still small inside, but that was only because she crammed it full with anything and everything a warlock, witch, or wizard might require. Miss Luludja’s cabin was the only place in the three realms where magic wielders could acquire supplies that they either couldn’t make themselves or couldn’t find the time to make.

Chanhee was fortunate enough to find an abandoned cabin on the other side of town, in a forest, where he could safely practice his own magic and provide totems to Miss Luludja to sell to other warlocks. Magic was often frowned upon by humans, as it was considered strange and unfair. Most believed that magic made those individuals too powerful and therefore, above everyone else. That was the main reason why so many with magic went into hiding and why more often than not, warlocks were hunted over anyone else, due to the fact that they had Marks that brandished them as the enemy. It didn’t matter that they were immortal. What mattered was people got their “justice”.

“So, your name is Chanhee?” Y/n asked, sitting in one of the tattered, overstuffed chairs in front of the fireplace, her cat, Lios, perched in her lap.

He shrugged. “It’s what my mother called me before she disappeared.”

“Oh.” She looked away and he could practically feel the guilt radiating off her. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. It was a long time ago. I hardly remember her honestly.” He admitted. He didn’t have to tell her it was a lie.

“Still…” Her voice sounded uneasy.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s in the past.”

“Either way, you’re a warlock? I mean you have the Mark and you are here…”

He nodded slowly. “I am. And you are?”

Chanhee noticed her mood perked up a little. “I’m a witch. Well, a green witch. I work a lot with plants. Kind of convenient, don’t you think?”

“I suppose so.”

“It’s easy to hide being a witch this way. I just tell everyone that I’m a botanist and they believe me!” She exclaimed, her eyes bright in the firelight.

The corner of his mouth quirked up a tiny bit. “Must be nice.”

Her eyes widened at his reaction, realizing how he might have taken offense to what she just said. “I-I-I m-mean, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to sound so insensitive about your situation. It’s just, I’ve never met another person like me before, you know? I mean, before moving here, I knew my parents, and they were both witches. But other than that, I’ve never met anyone who could do what I can do. Not like you can do what I can do- I MEAN! Ah, I’m sorry. Really, I’m sorry.”

He couldn’t stop himself from chuckling lightly. “It’s fine, really. Believe it or not, but it’s a pretty normal response when others find out I’m a warlock.”

She sighed. “Really? Well, I still apologize.”

“It’s fine. Honest.”

“Well, aren’t you two just adorable?” Miss Luludja cooed, emerging from the back room. “And here I was afraid you two wouldn’t hit off. Really, you both are so sweet, talking like old chums. It’s a good thing I could introduce the two of you. You both need more friends.”

The two of them blushed at the older woman’s words. She chuckled before handing Chanhee a small satchel with everything he needed inside it. He nodded his head before saying, “Thank you, Miss Luludja. I sincerely appreciate it.”

“No need to thank me.” She assured him. “Just use it wisely, as always. No raising the dead or bringing upon an apocalypse to the realms, alright?”

He nodded again. “Of course.”

“Now, you two go and have fun together.” She announced, tugging the two of them out the door. “Then of course come back later and tell me all about your little date. Oh, but notify me beforehand so I can make a fresh pot of tea and some biscuits, and maybe something for little Lios if he decides to come along as well.”

Before either of them could protest, the door shut and locked behind them. Both of their cheeks were painted in a bright scarlet as they stood there in front of the cabin.

It was Y/n who spoke up first. “If I didn’t know any better, it seems as though we’ve been set up by Miss Luludja.” She gave a small chuckle.

Chanhee slowly nodded. “It appears as though we have.” There was a long stretch of silence following his words before he cleared his throat. “Well, um, I have to go pick up some persimmons now.”

She nodded. “I understand.”

“But!” He all but shouted. “If you maybe, um, wanted to do something after…”

Again, there was another pause, though this one was much shorter as she came up with a plan. “How about this, you go pick up your persimmons and then drop your purchases off at home. I’ll take care of Lios, then we can meet up at the fountain in the middle of town and you can show me around? I mean, I just moved here and still haven’t seen everything this town has to offer. I’m sure you know more about this place than I do.”

Chanhee nodded, as his heart fluttered a little. “Sounds like a plan.”

She pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, near his Mark, before saying. “I’ll see you soon.”

“See you soon.”

[that70sshowgoldencouple]

NEW THAT ‘70S SHOW FANFICTION ON AO3

Title: Mother's Day 1980

Summary: Mother's Day has always been a special day for Kitty Forman but this year, with two of her babies being gone, she knows it will be different. Will her remaining baby be able to make the day a good kind of different?

Pairings: Kitty and Hyde pure family/friendship, Jackie/Hyde, Red/Kitty

Rating: K+

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47180740/chapters/118875151

Author’s Note: This fic was originally posted back in 2011! O.O It's pure fluff and family with one of the sweetest relationships of the series, Hyde and Kitty. It's kinda long but also very fluff lol If you enjoy please don't forget to leave a comment and/or kudos even if you might've read it a few years back. Old fics need love too right? lol

[thea-writes-stories]

BETWEEN BARS: PART ONE ~A Dallas Winston One-shot (Dallas x OC)~

Hello!! This one-shot is also available to read on Wattpad and AO3 on my accounts thea-writes-stories (Wattpad) and theawritesstories (AO3)! This is my first published fanfic, so feedback is greatly appreciated! So without further ado, this is: BETWEEN BARS: PART ONE

As I burst through the door from the police station’s lobby, I could see Dallas sharply lit by a hanging fluorescent bulb; sitting in a chair in the holding cell, looking nonchalant, and smoking a cigarette. The butt of his cigarette glowed a dim orange as he took a drag, and a few small scrapes and bruises glistened slightly over his face and arms. To my annoyance, he looked unfazed by them. He looked up through a haze of smoke when he heard the door open, and his shadowed, cool gaze met my blazing one.

I'm so upset with him for getting in another fight, and on top of that, getting arrested again; does he even realize the danger he puts himself and the rest of us in every time?!

With blood pounding in my ears and my fists clenched, I stormed right up to the bars of the holding cell as Dallas’s expression shifted slightly into amusement. The cocky smirk growing on his lips just twisted the knife, and without a word, I reached right through the bars and grabbed him by his jacket to lift him to standing. His cocky smirks became more of a confused scowl as I got closer, and when I gripped his jacket and lifted with a grunt of effort, he finally spoke, whipping the cigarette out of his mouth.

"Hey- oof- watch it- what'sa matter?!" he sputtered as I yanked him up against the bars, looking down at me from inches away.

"What's the matter, Dallas, is that you coulda gotten hurt again, bad. And you got locked up, again! That’s what's the matter, because you're acting like a damn fool!" I shot back hotly, meeting his look with another glare. A storm started brewing behind his dark eyes, and I could tell that this wasn’t just kinda amusing to him anymore.

"You know, you've got no right to be talkin' to me like that! Ain't like I asked to get arrested! I can hold my own with those damn Socs! Ain't none of your damn business, anyway.” He grumbled, his voice rising angrily as he threw his cigarette on the grimy floor and stomped it out with fervor.

"I have every right, I can't keep watching you throw your goddamn life away fighting like you're invincible!" I retorted. He scoffed and half-tried to move out of my grip as I continued, but I firmly held his jacket, scowling stubbornly at him.

"-And yeah, it is my business, 'cause I was there for at least half of those scraps, and I don't intend to let you let go of yourself just yet-" I said forcefully, solid resolve clear in my voice, pulling him down closer for effect, until our foreheads were almost touching- "- damnit, Dally, you can't let go. You can't." My voice cracked slightly, and the nickname just slipped out. I never could call him Dally, it felt too intimate, but in this moment, as we stood with barely an inch between us, as I was staring into his eyes with a fierceness that didn’t quite hide the traces of fear and caring in my voice, it just happened.

Dallas raised an eyebrow, and he almost seemed amused by my slip-up; but then something changed in his eyes.  In the dim light, I could barely catch the flash of surprise and vulnerability in his eyes before they hardened again. He was silent for a moment, while the only sound was my pounding heart, and he sighed again, moving to grip the bars with his hands and lean like that, even as I still held him tightly by the jacket. He looked down, and his face fell into dark shadow, the stripes of the cell bars making a mesmerizing pattern on his hair as he stood with his head down, biting the inside of his lip in thought. 

Suddenly, he looked up again, a look of slyness and something else I couldn’t read on his face, and spoke softly with all of the bravado stripped from his voice, his eyes slowly, electrifyingly moving over me as if he was taking in every inch.

"You care a bit too much 'bout me for someone who ain't my girlfriend..."

The words came out unexpectedly quiet, in a smooth drawl that chafed at my every thought, made worse by the feel of his warm breath on me, that shook me from my anger into plain shock.

Shit. 

What happens now, if I do care so much?

Caught a little off guard, his comment got to me just like he wanted it to. I gaped for a long half-second, racing to recover from it, and scowled, rolling my eyes. I could feel my cheeks reddening slightly more than I'd have liked, which brought the broiling anger right back.

"God, Dallas, every time I try to just-" I sputtered angrily, shoving away from him and turning on my heel with my hands raking through my hair. I spun to glare at him again as I heard his voice.

"What, try to yell at me some more?" He said easily with his head tilted up, still leaning forward with his hands wrapped around the bars and a teasing smile playing across his lips.

"No, I-", I started, about to take his bait again, but pulled myself to a wrenching halt with a sharp inhale.

“No? Really? ‘Cause it seemed for a while like you were about to start on me again.” He said, peering up at me with the shadows of the cell bars falling perfectly on his face.

How was he so calm right now? When he was covered in cuts, and the traces of a bruise were beginning to form on his sharp jawline, and the defined muscles in his arms were mapped with scrapes?

A flashing, swirling mess of emotions had been running rampant through my mind as I abruptly stopped moving, but just then I felt something inside me snap, as if all I could do was watch him, frozen in my tracks.

I stood, for a split-second that felt like a full minute, and my eyes were inexplicably drawn to the deliberately drawn lines of his smooth features and the taut muscles visible through his shirt.

Finally, resolve washed over me like the shock of a cold rush of water. With a set of my jaw, I forced myself forward, marched over to him so I could reach up to cup his face. His eyes widened, and I heard his breath hitch as my hands touched his bloodied cheeks.

"You idiot-" I mumbled a little breathlessly as I leaned in to kiss him through the bars.

END OF PT 1~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

~~END OF PART ONE~~

Continued in... PART TWO ->>>

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Stay gold,

Thea <3

[vamp-stamp-fics]

The Raven ball

Fandom: Wednesday (Netflix series)

Ship: Wenclair

Tags: friends (?) To lovers, fluff w/ slight angst, happy ending, Enid have a lesbian attack at the sight of Wednesday, jealous Enid

Summary: while thing forces Wednesday to take Tyler to the Raven ball to socialize, Enid thinks otherwise

Word count: 1316

A/n: I love this show sm, I swear if Netflix is queer baiting us which they probably are I'm emailing them a strongly worded complaint. Also some scenes in this fic obviously don't line up to the episode

Wednesday opened the door to reveal Tyler at her dorm. He held Flowers with a bright smile "I got the note you sent me" what note? "honestly it shocked me how endearing and sweet it was" "yes. It shocked me to. One moment please" she closed the door and glared at Thing "How could you make him think I could write something endearing and....sweet" she looked through her closet. Maybe I could try faking my death, it's not like it's something I haven't done before. Thing snapped his fingers to get Wednesdays attention. She turned to the black dress from the antique store "how'd you afford that?" Thing sighed to her in response. "Hm"

Her roommate Wednesday walking down the stairs, looking more beautiful then she'd ever realize. Enid thought Wednesday was quite attractive when they first meet but now seeing her here confirmed something Enid was contemplating since the two girls first meet:

Enid looked around for her date. He'd left just mere seconds ago! Where'd he gone? She heard whispers and awes of someone who had just entered the ball. She'd looked to see-

Enid took interest in Wednesday. She didn't know how she hadn't realized it before. Then again the way she felt with Wednesday was different from her other romantic interest. Ajax was attractive yes, but he didn't have that dark allure that Her roommate had. This attraction was stronger but hidden in the back of Enids mind. Like when the two were up on the balcony she had felt a certain way. Back then she thought the attraction was what all girls felt.

Sadly that awe came to an end when she noticed Tyler accompanying her. What the hell was he doing here? She thought Wednesday was stubborn on not having a relationship, she'd mention it to Enid one time how she loathed even the slight possibility of her having a partner so why was HE here with her? Enid realized she was getting frustrated and tried calming herself down. She walked over to them with a bright smile "Wednesday! I never thought you'd be here. What was the change of heart?"

"Believe me I didn't come here by will, if I did it would be a sign I've truly gone insane. Though I'm not surprised you're here" Wednesday eyed her in suspicion "I thought that gorgen dumped you. Who's your date? Or are you alone? Now that'd be the real surprise" Enid felt slightly hurt at Wednesday implying she'd gone to the dance alone. But brushed it off "oh he's around here somewhere"

Enid looked desperately In the crowd to find him, though a part of her hoped she didn't. Wednesday raised an eyebrow "is he invisible? How inconvenient, be harder to kill him if he breaks your heart" Enids felt attracted at the thought of Wednesday killing someone over her, even as morbid as it was. "Oh no no! He just went somewhere... probably taking a bathroom break" Wednesday replied with a "hm" and went to find Tyler. Enid walked to the punch bowl and drank 3 cups of punch. Hating the thought of Wednesday being with that normie. She watched as she saw Wednesday bumping into Xavier. After awhile she walked out to the sitting room.

"Xavier told me what you did" Tyler looked to Wednesday sitting next to him. He sighed "look Wednesday I wish I could lie my way out of this and tell you a reason why I did but to be honest, I can't. I don't know why I did it but after I realized how awful it was I felt terrible"

"Do you really think I'd stopped liking you for a lousy prank? The way Xavier told me about I would've done worse" Tyler smiled. "I knew I liked you for a reason" Oh. We're the feelings mutual? Wednesday didn't know. She thought over it. She somewhat tolerated his presence around her, and did he make a damn good cup of coffee, but Did she like Tyler? In that way? People confused her. How should she put it to him.

"I don't believe the feelings mutual" Wednesday deadpanned. Tyler turned towards her "huh?"

"Not in that way, I don't find interest in you in a romantic Sense but I do somewhat tolerate your presence" Tyler translated what she said to himself then repeated it back to her "so you're saying you don't want to date me but you more see me as a friend? Did I hit the mark?"

"Not exactly. I don't have friends but enemies and people I've decided not to poison in Thier sleep. Also I have a confession to make" Tyler snorted "And what's that?"

"I didn't write that note to you. Thing did, he was forcing me to socialize and thought you'd be the perfect date. He was sorely mistaken"

"Yeah I had a feeling someone else wrote it. Too sweet to be written from you. You'd rather be caught dead then doing that"

"Agreed" a pause. "So who is it?" Wednesday was confused though her face didn't show it "who's what?"

"The person you're interested in instead of me?"

"Do I really have to be romanticly interested in someone else if I'm not with you? Like I told myself in the beginning of my time here; I will not become my mother and find my "one true love" why is it a need for girls to find a romantic partner?" Tyler quickly defend himself "sorry that's not what I meant, you're right I shouldn't assume" The silence thickened between the two. "Though I'm might be contradicting myself, there might be ..... someone"

"Who?"

"Not telling you, but I do have some business to take care of with this person" Wednesday stood up ready to walk back into the ball. "Is it-" Tyler was going to ask if it was a certain boy but she interrupted him "it's not Xavier if that's what you're thinking" she walked out of the sitting room into the flashing light filled dance.

Enid accepted that her date completely dipped on her and wasn't coming back. She sighed, frustrated at the predicament. She watched as the rest of the school danced with each other as she sat at one of the tables. Enid took a sip of her drink.

"Enid" she nearly choked as the girl in black appeared out of nowhere. Putting her drink down Enid stood with Wednesday "Jesus Wednesday! You have a nact for appearing from nowhere"

"It's a hobby" Wednesday deadpanned. "I have something to tell you" "what? You killed your date already?" Enid joked.

"Don't change the subject" something told Enid this was serious and not Wednesdays usual morbid sarcasm. Enid leaned closer "so what is it?"

"I don't know what you did but you've done something. Maybe it's some form of dark arts you've casted on me"

"Huh?" Wednesday furrowed her eyebrows in irritation. "I'm trying to tell you I tolerate you a lot more than everyone else. It's probably because I've spent so much time in that dorm with you I've formed Stockholm syndrome" Enid realized what Wednesday was trying to say and smiled. "Wednesday are you trying to say you like me?"

The girl in black avoided her question and said instead "will you have this dance with me" Enid squealed and threw her self on Wednesday "oh yes! Yes I will!" Wednesday tensed up at the physical touch. "Sorry forgot you're not a hugger" Enid tried pulling away but Wednesday slowly (and awkwardly) wrapped her arms around Enid. Holy shit. Wednesday was hugging Enid. It somewhat surprised dark haired girl herself. Wednesday promised she wouldn't end up like her mother and fall for someone. Damn her mother for being right.

[maestraejc]

Collateral Damage (44k+ words, ongoing multi-chapter)

Rating: Mature (graphic depictions of violence)

Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Cody, Anakin Skywalker, Ahsoka Tano

Much whump. Much tragedy. Slow-burn CodyWan.

Summary:

General Obi-Wan Kenobi, notorious for being the model of wartime professionalism, makes a terrible fatal mistake. For the first time in his adult life he finds himself having to lean on those around him as he journeys through inconsolable grief and crushing guilt back to the light.

Excerpt: (TW: death of an Umbaran child)

It all had happened with such a swiftness that Cody hadn’t spun fully around before the threat was neutralized, but when he did, the sight before him was amongst the worst he had ever been privy to.

On the ground, at Kenobi’s feet, were the two pieces of another young Umbaran child. General Kenobi stood, two hands gripping his still ignited lightsaber in an offensive stance, staring down at the corpse with an expression Cody already wished he’d never seen. The blue blade hissed back into its hilt as Kenobi dropped weakly to his knees and gently picked up the torso of the child he had just slain.

“No…”

Chapter 10 is posted! Read the rest at Ao3!

[ourunsungheroes42344]

Me: Consuming all the Dark/Slytherin! Harry AUs I can find.

Also Me: I could write one of these.

Me @ Me: But you've never written a single Harry Potter fanfic in your entire life and you exclusively read this AU and probably don't have enough of a grasp on the character voices

Me @ Me: Ok - so I cross it with Unchanged Future!Charmed and Leo sends Chris to Hogwarts after Piper dies for "his protection"

Me @ Me: Nobody will read it - that's too niche and then you'll be sad and unmotivated and will never finish it.

Me: *splutters*

Tumblr, prove me wrong!

[s0mewhere0nvenus]

NEW FANFIC!

A new story featuring Jo and Brick from TDROTI. When they met each other in the past, soon reunited in Total Drama, to spending their future together. THIS STORY WILL BE UP ON AO3 SOON!

[that90sshowgoldencouple]

NEW That '90s Show/That '70s Show FanFiction

Title: Everybody Loves Kelsos

Summary: Eric finds out that Leia started dating Jay Kelso over the summer and wants some answers from his parents.

Pairings: Eric and Donna, Red and Kitty, Leia and Jay, Forman Family Fun/Fluff

Rating: K+

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47427127

Author’s Note: My fun little take on what I think happened when Eric found out Leia started dating a Kelso. Hope you enjoy! Please don't forget to comment and leave kudos if you have a moment to spare. Thank you!

Tagging those that were interested in sneak peek earlier: @lily-267 @thatseventiesbitchch. @randomwriter23 @yenalii@queengalaxia69 @hydesjackiespuddinpop @crimsinsky @pearlypairings @tht70sblog @ladycanary @ultrajennycat-bui75 @screamstan. @lets-flyaway

[gayger]

Crown of Bones Chapter Three is now available.

Summary:  "This crown is made up of bones from every predecessor and the size of the bone used is in accordance to their reigns impact. What will be your contribution?"

FF,net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14161406/1/Crown-of-Bones

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43107072/chapters/108330327

This is the map I made for the world.

[arcanalux-ao3]

So... the first chapter of my Hilson fanfiction is up!

Name: The Cabin

Chapter 1 is out now!

Words: 2,371

Tags: Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love, How Do I Tag, Humor, Smut, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Paranormal, Ghosts.

Thanks for reading and I hope you have an amazing day!

Working on the next chapter rn <3

[levinson-mannion]

Chapter 3 of my Rosamund Fanfiction

Ao3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39732750/chapters/102607140

Fanfiction.Net

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14096834/3/Early-Morning-Relationships