#new writers yay!

[morallyinept]

hi can you recommend the best way to break into the fanfic world on here? i'm new, yay, and don't know how the tagging system or anything works

thank you in advance!!

Hello Lovely Non! 🖤

Oooh! Exciting!! YAY! 🎉🎉 Firstly, welcome, welcome. How wonderful it is that you wanna write and share something with us all, that's so cool! ✨️

Look, Dieter's excited too!

I suppose the best way to break in, is to take the leap. I know, groundbreaking advice Jett, right? Hehe! 😆

From experience, these are all things I've learnt and had guidance on myself during my time on wacky Tumblr, so here are my pearls of wisdom for ya...

So you've written the fic. WOO! 🎉 Now what? Well, firstly, have a treat. Some cake or vodka, or both. You've earned it. 🍰

Then, when you're no longer hungover and throwing up cake, do these things:

And make yourself a banging banner of some kind, or use a picture/GIF. I'm personally more likely to be drawn to a fic to read if there's a cool banner, or you've made a mood board or have a GIF. Kinda sets the tone, you know? We love a bit of the ol' aesthetic. Like a bookcover, we're immediately drawn in with our eyes. Be creative, go nuts. Use the free trial of Canva to go design crazy.

Check it through for grammar and spelling as much as you can.

You can always have someone beta read it for you. And look at your formatting to ensure you don't have massive spaces between your paragraphs etc... When I copy and paste into Tumblr, it screws up the formatting from Google docs, just to test my already thin thread of patience further, no doubt... 😑 It's not a massive deal, but I guess presentation is a hook in itself, right?

Beware of glitches when saving your drafts on Tumblr too. The app especially loves to auto-post it when you hit save, 🤬 so double check you're saving it in draft, not in post, before you're ready to post it to the world.

Everyone has their owns tastes and comforts when reading fic, and quite rightly so. Variety is the spice of life. 🌶 And look, you'll NEVER please everyone. So don't even try. But what is important is that you give the reader a choice to read it or not.

⚠️🚫🔞👉🏻👌🏻 Ensure you list any trigger warnings.

Look, there's this age old debate that continually surfaces on whether we should list every single trigger or warning in our fic, or should we just... not? 🤔

The simple answer is, it's up to you, ultimately. Not everyone does this or feels the need to do this. I mean, published books don't, right?

HOWEVERRRRR. And it's a capital letter however. There are so many people who won't want to read stories about certain topics. Age Gap, Anal, Noncon etc...

Kinda looks like a sandwich to me... I'm hungry 🥪

I personally won't release a fic without listing all the triggers as I don't want any of my readers to encounter something that could be triggering for them later on. Yes, to some degree it can give away "spoilers" but it's up to you as the writer ultimately about how much you want to give away. If you fic contains Age Gap, you can simply write "Age Gap."

Use the Read More/Keep Reading divider.

It looks like this on the app:

Some people write a paragraph or two before they place it on, others hide the whole fic and just leave the intro/warnings etc... on show. How you do it is up to you, but please, please use it!

Nobody likes to scroll through a whole chapter of 10k+ words trying to get to the next post... nobody. Cue ranty Anons in your mailbox if you don't. We've all been there and made that mistake. 😬

Plus, using this will also hide any explicit or triggering content from immediate view. People more than likely won't read your fic if you don't have one of these on it.

# Tagging

Tagging - to tag or not to tag?

Tagging is a massive topic, but essentially it boils down to two types of tagging.

Tagging using a # which is at the bottom of each of your posts, and tagging people in your posts by using the @ and then their username.

So say, for example, you've written a Joel Miller fic.

Oh, hey Joel... we're talking about you handsome, not to you.

You can tag it "joel miller" or "joel miller tlou" or "joel miller x reader" etc... People can follow the tag, so they'll see your work in it if they're following it.

If you search the tag on Tumblr it'll tell you how many people are following that tag too, so you'll know which ones are more popular and will be seen by the most eyes.

Currently (as of writing this response) the 'Joel Miller' tag has 225k followers! 👀 So if you write a Joel Miller fic, you deffo want one of your first 5 tags to be that one!

Someone's popular, eh Joel?

@ Tagging

He loves it really.

☝🏻Note that the first 5 tags you use are the ones that Tumblr actually uses to make your fic show up in those tags too. You can put up to 30 tags on a fic and yet Tumblr only counts the first 5. Dumb, I know. 🤦🏻‍♀️ The rest is just for your own use to find it again on your blog.

If you search your own blog using "Joel Miller" everything you've ever posted with Joel Miller will come up. So you can use your own tags or words for yourself too. I use "Jett's fic recs" for example, when I re-blog someone's fic so I can find it again.

⚠️ And you can use tags to highlight triggers too, for example you can write "tw blood" for a blood warning. (tw = trigger warning) People can block tags so certain things don't show up in their feed as a way of shielding themselves from content they don't want to see/read. So if I've blocked "tw blood" I won't ever see your fic, even with all the other tags you use.

So be mindful of how you tag, not only for yourself, but for others too.

And essentially tags are how some people choose to comment and interact with you. Some people write mini fics in the tags! It's really quite fun. Just remember, there's a limit of 30 tags per post and put your best 5 first.

You can also tag users! You can offer up a tag list to users who you think might be interested in reading your fic (feel free to tag me, I'd love to read it!) A lot of writers have a bunch of regular readers who they'll tag @ username on their works. They're called tag lists. Readers may reach out to you to ask to be tagged too.

There's no shame in hyping your own work - you wrote it, be proud of it! 🙌🏻

Others choose not to do this and instead create a side blog for notifications of their works. It's up to you how you choose to do this, but if you tag specific people, chances are they're going to read your work because they want to.

You can tag up to 50 users on a single post, I believe. (Or at least it's 50 users and 50 links when I do my fic rec lists) I think it varies if you're on app or desktop. Someone will correct me if I'm wrong... but there is deffo a limit.

Reblog your own work for time zones.

So, I'm in the UK and the majority of my followers are in the USA, so when I'm in bed snoozing away, they're awake and reading smut at work.... 😏 So I'll schedule my fic to release at various points in the day and night so everyone can see it on their feed.

Keep it circling too, I'll go back and re-blog older works when more people follow me so they don't miss out. And as a writer, you'll want people to love your older works as much as the new.

And finally, some basic etiquette...

Please don't be disheartened if your fic doesn't get the traction you want right away.

It does not mean that your writing isn't good. We all started in the fandom with 0 followers and 0 reblogs. Its important to remember to write, first and foremost, for your own enjoyment. The right people will find you and love your work, it just takes a bit of time.

You can jazz your fic up with dividers and GIFs. Just ensure you give credit by @ tagging the person who made the divider you're using, if you choose to use one, and use the GIF search function on Tumblr for your GIFs, as they auto tag and credit the creator of the GIF for you. And that way, everyone stays happy. ✌🏻

And finally...

Interact with your comments and reblogs. People took the time to read your work, even just a simple thank you back is always appreciated and well received.

Re-blog, re-blog, re-blog what you love!

The like button is for bookmarking only. It does absolutely nothing to make posts get seen like it does on other socials. Re-blogging is what gets yours and others work seen and put on people's feeds on Tumblr. If you want people to re-blog your own work, you'll need to give back and re-blog theirs too. Tumblr is all about sharing in the form of re-blogs.

Love you! 🖤

✨️HAVE FUN!✨️

I'm so excited you're here and can't wait to read your fics! 🤗

Apologies if any of this you may already know, I just wanted to share what I've learnt in abundance.

And if you have further questions, feel free to reach out. I'm no expert, but I'll try and help if I can.

And if anyone else has any tips/hints/advice etc... feel free to share in the comments.

[fnvmademysoul]

CRAIG BOONE ROMANCE HEADCANONS BECAUSE WHERE IS MY CRAIG BOONE CONENT??

Please. Where are u guys. POST MORE NOW. If you want to see these headcanons in action please check out my Ao3: angel0fspades. I like to write sappy emotional stuff.

Warnings: grief, self-loathing, some headcanons contain NSFW content. Tried to make this as gender-neutral as possible :)

Getting There In The First Place

The road to a romantic relationship with Craig Boone is a long one, and it is filled with a lot of confusion, guilt, and self loathing. He feels as though he is unwittingly dragging the Courier into the eternal punishment he is enduring because of Bitter Springs, and he also feels guilty, for Carla. Even though she is gone, he feels like a dirty cheating husband, being unfaithful to his wife's memory.

It would take a long time for Boone to even realize his own interest. There'd be a lot of emotional confusion involved; why was he suddenly feeling so jealous and possessive seeing the Courier talking to anyone else? Why did sleeping in the same room as them give him a sudden tightness in his chest?

There would be some sexual confusion, too. I always imagine that Boone hasn't jerked off or even had an erection since Carla's death. His libido was just nonexistent, not even something to think about. So suddenly getting hard over something the Courier says or does, even something innocent, would be a bit of a shock and embarrassment to him.

Boone would try his best to see Carla in his new lover. It's fucked up, but somehow it would make him feel better about wanting them in the beginning. It would take some hard truths and some emotional pain for Boone to realize that the Courier isn't a replacement for Carla, but someone new and beautiful entirely.

When a relationship finally happens, Boone feels a little clueless. He doesn't know how to take the lead in these things, but he is also just absolutely overjoyed to be with the Courier. He just wants to hold and touch them every chance he gets. Smiling like an idiot to himself when he's holding you at night. Communication and boundaries is something he has to learn, but he wants to eagerly, for you.

The Good Stuff

I imagine there is two sides to Boone when it comes romance. When you are out and about, or wandering the wastes, he's not very affectionate. He'll brush the hair out of your eyes, and stare at your in admiration, but he's not big on PDA. When alone together, however, that's a different story. He'll want to kiss and touch you every chance he gets.

Boone is so absolutely grateful that he has you. It was just like with Carla; he can't believe his luck.

Boone isn't huge on big romantic gestures. Don't expect a bouquet of flowers or chocolates from him, not that they are abundant in the wasteland anyway. But he'll get up early to cook you breakfast in the morning, and clean up wherever you're staying while you're still asleep. He'll also give you something like a cool rock he found while walking around, or a pretty little flower he saw. It's his way of showing he's always thinking of you.

He absolutely loves receiving affection from you. When you grasp him gently by the arm, or rest against his shoulder. He just loves knowing you're here, with him, right now.

To Boone, sex is sacred. He treats every night you're intimate as if it's you're first time together. He's passionate and gentle, and mostly seeks your pleasure above all else. He can be rough if you want him to, though.

This man lovesss missionary. It's just the perfect amount of intimate for him, and he loves being able to kiss you and nuzzle your neck while you're fucking. He also loves when you're on top, as he can just worship your body.

He's great at aftercare. He'll shower with you, and dry your hair for you, and afterwards, he'll hold you and rock you until you fall asleep in his arms.

[tunisian]

i suddenly? landed a social media manager job at my dance school omg? pray for me

[writeouswriter]

For your information, one of my WIPs, which I've had for 2 years and still has under 1000 words, just got itself several new sentences and several more rearranged sentences, so think before you speak

[toribookworm22]

Y'all ready for this?

Reprogrammed is Out Now! 💙💙💙

Available on Amazon! Up on Goodreads!

And coming soon to Kindle!

For more stuff, visit my website.

Thank you for all of your continued support! Love you guys!

~ toribookworm ♥️

[diaryofamadsunwukongfan]

James Ironwood

Race: Human

Nationality: Atlas

Ethnicity: Atlesian

Weapon: Due process

Gender: Man

Sexuality: Demisexual

Starting Age: 40

Aura Color: Blue

Handedness: Right

Complexion: Pale

Eye Color: Blue

Semblance: Tin Heart (A passive semblance blessing. James Aura shield makes kinetic energy slide around his body, which dramatically increases his physical defences.)

Occupation: Atlas academy general

The second person to be the Headmaster of Atlas academy, the 200th general of Atlas' army, the first general of the Atlesian army to be academy headmaster while also being an alumni of Atlas academy, General James Ironwood is many things to many people. But above all, he is a hero to the people of Atlas...

... a hero indeed. Tell me, if a hero had to choose between three people tied to the tracks of an incoming train or a single loved one tied to opposite track, what would they do? Would they just allow the train to kill three people? That doesn't seem very heroic to me. So, if it's for the greater good, you should sacrifice a loved one to save the greater number... and when you do, will their loved ones still see you as a hero? Mark my words, James. This world does not need heros, it does need huntsmen. And I will make sure of it...

[liquidstar]

new oc batch ready! 8 more of these guys lol. the whole deal with this set is they’re from the artisan guild- lunar flair! intentionally spelled like “flair” as in “style” or “a flare for ____” rather than “flare”

basically all the members of the guild are different kinds of artists with different niches (and varying degrees of diva-ness). it’s pretty easy to tell who does what based on the everything about them, but if you want more info their bios are still under the cut!

Name: Jupiter

Name Origin: The planet of course

Pronouns: He/him

Age: 52

Guild rank: Guildmaster

Weapon: Lightning rods

Ethos (Power): Gigantomachy. He can make himself (even more) giant

Flaw power is based on: His overly protective nature, especially where the guild is concerned.

Notes: Literally the nicest guy ever until you provoke him though

Name: Erinome (Erin)

Name Origin: A moon of jupiter, the exact meaning of it’s name is murky but it can refer to grace or purity

Pronouns: She/her

Age: 13

Guild rank: 2 star

Weapon: A Book.

Ethos (Power): Poetic Imagery. Illusions cast forth by his her poems that change the appearance of the physical environment

Flaw power is based on: Her escapist indulgence in fantasy

Notes: You know, like, the pen is mightier than the sword and all that.

Name: Pictor

Name Origin: The constellation meaning “painter”

Pronouns: He/him

Age: 23

Guild rank: 3 star

Weapon: Giant paintbrush

Ethos (Power): Ardor. He can create three-dimensional things with his paintbrush. However they are not animate or alive.

Flaw power is based on: His conceited nature in regards to his own work.

Notes: Goes to museums to talk about how he could probably do it better anyway

Name: Oberon

Name Origin: A moon of the planet Uranus, it gets it’s name from the king of the fairies in Renaissance literature. Notably in Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night's Dream

Pronouns: He/him

Age: 29

Guild rank: 5 star

Weapon: Rapier

Ethos (Power): Fantasia. An illusion of changing his own appearance.

Flaw power is based on: His theatrical nature, of course

Notes: Why is he ourple?

Name: Syrma

Name Origin: A star in virgo, it’s name refers to the train of a garment (Typically worn by actors in tragedies)

Pronouns: She/her

Age: 25

Guild rank: 4 star

Weapon: Giant needle

Ethos (Power): Binding threads. She can create stitches on any solid objects and bind them to each other. Including people- The stitches are manifested energy and do not hurt.

Flaw power is based on: The dependency she often has on bonds- i.e. threads that bind people.

Notes: She makes and models all her own clothes.

Name: Parumleo 

Name Origin: A star in Pisces, it’s name means “small lion”

Pronouns: They/he

Age: 19

Guild rank: 3 star

Weapon: Microphone bardiche

Ethos (Power): Persuasion. If they can make you laugh you’ll temporarily have to follow his orders. Though it’s too weak to call full-blown mind control, and fairly easy to snap out of.

Flaw power is based on: His desire to be liked by others.

Notes: They’re like a lolcat. They can haz cheezburger.

Name: Leda

Name Origin:  A moon of jupiter, the name means swan.

Pronouns: She/her

Age: 28

Guild rank: 4 star

Weapon: Duel ribbons

Ethos (Power): Poise. Complete and utter weightlessness.

Flaw power is based on: Her carefree and utterly absent-minded nature.

Notes: You guys know swan lake right? Well, there ya go.

Name: Styx

Name Origin: A moon of pluto that gets it’s name from the river of the underworld. Yeah it’s also a rock band.

Pronouns: She/they

Age: 20

Guild rank: 3 star

Weapon: Axe-guitar.

Ethos (Power): Vibrato. Powerful soundwaves cast by her axe-guitar

Flaw power is based on: Her brash and blasé attitude

Notes: Calls everyone “baby” or “babe” because they’re a cool rockstar.

[mary-is-writing]

Dr. Kraussen Vol. 1

Read in Royal Road

Chapter 1 - "The Doctor"

He always started his day with a cup of coffee, delicious liquid addiction. He cleaned his home, a simple one–store house and two rooms; he wore and adjusted his watch and went out once more into the world. Three hours was the maximum that he could be outside, time that had increased considerably in comparison with those poor 10 minutes with 42 seconds he had when he arrived.

People that knew Dr. Kraussen thought of him as a recluse that was nice…when he let himself be seen. He always said please and thank you, and spoke with a cute accent that mixed the round sounds of British English and the strong r’s of Russian. He helped when asked, dressed simple and was always interested in what others might say, whether it was a fun fact or the latest neighborhood gossip.

The doctor lead a good life. He adored strong flavors, rarely present in his native country’s gastronomy. Coffee, mustard, spices, chili and certain types of cheese were his favorites. Sometimes he’d mix them all in a bowl and eat it with a spoon, laying in his bed while watching TV, lazy tradition of the people in that place.

Three hours to be outside and complete his list of activities wasn’t a lot, but Kraussen made them count. Get water and food, pay taxes, take out the trash… The sun was strong even in cloudy days, but the protection he’d acquired was more than enough. For three hours, of course.

Two hours with 59 minutes and 59 seconds later, he crossed again the front door of his house. He was about to leave the food over the table, when the noise of his door being banged, and then taken down, surprised him.

“Hands up! Nobody moves!”, yelled the first armed person that entered, followed by other two.

Kraussen let go of the food, threw down the table and took cover with it from the bullets that were indiscriminately shot at him. He adjusted his glasses so they didn’t fall, took a big breath and, with a kick, sent the table flying through the air and towards his attackers to knock them down.

He ran to the second of the rooms and teared down the false wall to the left, to go down the stairs and guard himself there. He had protection against the sun but not against bullets; even a scratch was dangerous. He went down two steps at a time. Forgot to close the door. Came back to do it. Before he reached it, more people with weapons appeared in the entrance.

“Hands up!”, they yelled.

The doctor stopped mid going upstairs. His breathing was agitated by adrenaline and his mind worked at full steam. He slowly raised his hands… And, with a gesture, stole the weapon of one of them, which flew towards his hand, and he shot with it. He managed to get his attackers to retreat and take cover behind the wall, but Kraussen wasn’t a soldier, so the result was obvious. One bullet to his leg was enough to take him down. Pain expanded through his entire limb, making him close his eyes as his blood dripped. He had suffered a lot in his life, but this was the first time he was shot.

“Take off your mask, doctor.” The soldier that seemed to be the leader of the squad dangerously approached him. “We know what you are. Save us the work of taking it off ourselves.”

Kraussen thought about it. Certainly, in that moment the most logical thing was to give up, be captured and wait for a chance to ran away. To be discovered made his blood boil, but he couldn’t allow himself to die. Slowly, without breaking eye contact with his captors, he took off his watch and the mask fell. Then came out to light his green skin, his hands with three fingers and tattoos, his tentacles, the golden symbols in his face and his eyes with triangle pupils, which irises shone in a mix of brown, orange and yellow.

*****

Start (You're here!) /Next (Coming soon)

[eshtaresht]

If We Live (M, chapter 1/7, 4.1k so far)

angsty Vashwood fic set in Trigun Maximum, slight canon divergence

summary:

"A mighty blow to the jaw shook him and made two vials fall out of their holding spots. Fuck! He had only one left. He clenched his teeth tighter, and glass cracked under the pressure. Serum soaked through the fabric, met his tongue and fuelled his blood with fire. Some of it spilled on his chin, vital drops fell on the sand, and he prayed he didn’t lose too much. If he wanted to finish his business, he had to use every ounce of strength he had." ~ Just one minor detail could change everything. What if Wolfwood survived and was finally able to share his tomorrows with Vash? But, of course, it took a lot of pain and heartache to get there

[quinnharperwrites]

tfw you update the way your blog looks

or maybe it's just me

[operationterminus]

Sakina, *about the others*: Have you no control over these idiots? Demoshrine: I like to believe I do but no.

[glorious-blackout]

I just finished reading "I'll See You On The Dark Side of the Moon" and my h/c heart loved it so much. Can I get the director's cut for that?

Also, I saw your tags on an anon post. I am also ace! I didn't think I'd run into any other ace Milex shippers here ❤️

Awww thank you so much! 💖 That story (and the whole Milex Big Bang experience) was very special for me so it always makes my day to hear from readers who enjoyed it!

I technically do have a 'director's cut' ending for this fic 😅 Because it was written and edited over a period of months, it had plenty of time to morph from a traditional psychological horror into a story that was more concerned with Alex and Miles's relationship and Alex's desperation to return home. This meant that by the time I got around to writing the first draft of the last chapter, the ambiguous ending I'd had in mind from day one was starting to rub me the wrong way, especially after the intensity of the events leading up to it. After a lot of internal debate and some feedback from my lovely friend who read the early drafts of each chapter, I eventually settled on a more hopeful conclusion which I still feel was the right decision.

Enough time has passed though that I'm happy to share the original ending for curiosity's sake - the only major changes were in the last few paragraphs of the chapter 😊

A soft thud rudely interrupts such pleasant fantasies.  

They break apart, rosy-cheeked and breathless, casting an eye over the bed until the source of their interruption presents itself. Miles’s battered copy of ‘The Restaurant at the End of the Universe’ has slipped from its perch and is now resting precariously against the bedrails, its pages splayed open and threatening to crease beyond repair the instant they hit the floor. Alex rescues it mindlessly - just in time to spare it from slipping through the gap - and brings it closer, recognising the neon imprint of the title from his childhood. 

Without really thinking, he flicks through the yellowed pages, glancing at the dense passages for only a moment before throwing the book aside, blinking away the faint stirrings of a headache. 

“You okay, love?” Miles asks, seemingly out of the blue, until Alex realises he hasn’t said anything since their untimely separation. He looks over at Miles, basks in his beauty in the sleepy morning light, and can’t quite bring himself to believe that he’s real. That he has chosen to spend the rest of his life with Alex of all people, when he could have anyone he wanted. 

“Kiss me again?” he asks, hoping that his desperation for reassurance is not as obvious to Miles’s ears as it is to his own. 

“You’re insatiable,” Miles chuckles, but his eyes are warm and his hand cradles Alex’s cheek with a gentleness that makes him want to fall asleep, safe in Miles’s arms. A persistent beep resounds in perfect time with the pulse drumming in his ears, and Miles’s eyes glance in the direction of the snitching monitor.  

“The nurses’ll be thinking you’re in trouble.” 

‘Oh I am,’ Alex thinks, but he elects not to mention it. Truth be told, he can’t bring himself to care, especially with Miles gazing at him as though he’s just unveiled the secrets of the universe. 

It isn’t long before Miles grants his request, kissing him with so much care and love that their surroundings melt into oblivion. Alex finds that this is a rather pleasant state in which to exist, and so he ignores his creeping exhaustion and the slowly awakening aches across his body in favour of letting his mind be consumed by the man he loves more than anything in this world and beyond.   

As he loses himself in the sweet taste of Miles’s lips and the pleasant burn of stubble against his cheek, Alex finds that he’s almost capable of forgetting the way Douglas Adams’s words had danced maniacally across the page, defying all attempts at comprehension. 

Almost. 

[adara-writer]

Goals for tonight are to finish writing chapter 8, start editing it, and work on the rest of the outline. I actually know where this story is going to end, so I'm really hoping I might be to get a rough chapter count to add onto the fic when I update it tomorrow.

[seancamerons]

i tenativtly willl post a chapter or two for where are you now? after applying a few little things to it again, editing just a tad for like a fine tooth comb for little impurities such as gramatical/spelling issues, double checkin' little things for tonight. 🥰😊

[theartofliving-with-poetry]

Sodden eyes, sodden hair, sodden lips of despair.

No more looks on awakening.

No more head upon your chest.

Just a clouded mind, lined with distress.

Sodden looks, sodden smiles, sodden truths that last a while.

Agony of the soul.

Empress of my heart.

Livid, listless, lushes art.

Flowers are planted.

Slowly in bloom.

Only a whisper,

Silence that looms and words that crept.

Too close to take a breath.

A painted smile, a modest touch.

The warmth in a rosy blush.

Words spoken softly like honey dew, a slow slough to the blue of the moon.

Sodden cheeks, a sodden tongue, a taste so bitter, the air stuck in her lungs.

~AH

[writerfae]

Aiden provides a lot of people in his village with meat (as a village’s hunter does) but by far his favorite customer is Greta. Greta is an elderly woman that lives alone and has pretty much declared herself Aiden’s surrogate grandma (since he doesn’t have one).

She always invites him in for tea or dinner, pats his cheek when she thanks him for his delivery and gifts him berries that grow on her garden.

Aiden always gives her the best prey he got that day and stays extra long when he delivers it to her so that she won’t be so lonely. He enjoys her company a lot and loves to listen to her stories of old times and faeries.

His favorite story of hers is that of the wild hunt, a group of fae hunters that once upon a time defeated the dangerous wood demons (and other creatures). Once a year during a festival they allow a couple humans to join their hunt, but they only accept the most skilled of mortals.

Greta always tells him she thinks Aiden is worthy to hunt among them. Aiden blushes every time and tells her that’s not true, but she insists.