#strangers to enemies to IDK

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 22

Geralt rides into a town only to see a small family fumbling around in the street in a panic. Apparently they're a family business of fishermen who are worried that something much bigger than a fish has swam into a trap of theirs. Geralt gets a promise of money for getting rid of it and goes off to kill whatever water monster it is. But he gets to where they describe the beast and he finds... A mermaid? It's trapped and tied around in a net, facing away from Geralt, and clearly in pain, though he doesn't know why, yet. The webbed ear of the mer flicks and it turns to face him, hissing. Geralt holds his hands out in a placating gesture and sloowly walks closer, only for the mer to slam the full weight of it's tail into Geralt's legs and sweep him off his feet. Gods damn it. It can never be easy. Geralt draws his sword, and begins cutting the trap off the mer, even as it hisses, flails, and tries it's absolute damnedest to claw his face off. He ends up straddling it like it's a fucking gator, and when he frees it of it's restraints, it's only then that he can finally make out the giant wound on the mer's side. Too big and nasty a wound to just release it into the water. Oh great. It's gonna LOVE this. But it's not like he has to DO anything about it. He's a cold, emotionless witcher. He doesn't care of the mer lives or dies. If the wound is infected or kills the mer, he couldn't give less of a damn. So Geralt is currently walking up to his room at the inn, with a very angry hissing mer thrown over his shoulder, clawing the shit out of his armor. When he asks for the bath to be filled, blessedly nobody asks any further questions. The mer stops struggling as soon as it's in the bath, but it sure is still hissing at him. Geralt puts his sword away and takes off his armor and the hissing lessens. Now it's just whenever he gets too close. Big problem. He needs to get close in order to patch up it's wounds. The mer has the biggest, brightest, inhumanly blue eyes, with slitted pupils. It has sharp teeth, and twinkling iridescent blue scales dusting across the edge of it's face and it's cheeks. It stops hissing at him to listen to the bard perform downstairs. It stops attacking him, even as he pokes and prods at their wound. This is great! Except for when the bard stops and the mermaid goes back to thrashing and screaming- So Geralt is forced to hum songs under his breath to calm it. It's pupils expand and it stares at him in awe, with a slightly parted mouth. Geralt's just happy it stopped flopping around like a- w- Well... Like a fish. He fixes it all up, and shares his food, and softly hums to it the whole night, before it curls up a bit more and starts nodding off. He stops humming and steps to the inn's bed, only to be surprised when hearing a voice behind him murmur "Thank you." Oh shit-

[bunnihearted]

i cant fully control my emotions during a breakdown and then i come out of it and im like oh fuck........ ._.

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

Oh my god, I’m like so stressed but of course I decide to start writing something else while In the midst of writing something else. 🙄 so have a bit of venom steve with spiderman eddie. Promise that Never Say Die will be updated tomorrow after I get out of school (:

Eddies fingers stuck to the ceiling, somehow holding his entire weight. Now, years later he was still confused as to how the hell a ceiling didn’t just collapse when he was crawling across it. There is no explanation for the things he can do. All he knows his that he can do them, and no matter what he’s going to bring Justice for his Uncle. The Harrington’s were the last stone that was left unpicked. The last clue to the mystery. If he didn’t find answers here then Wayne Munson’s death was going to be for nothing. And worst of all his Uncle wouldn’t receive Justice. So that’s how he finds himself crawling around Robert Harrington’s office. Waiting patiently for the older man to leave.

The man’s glasses were falling off his nose, but he was so concentrated on reading his papers that he doesn’t even notice. Whatever that was in those documents must be really important. Eddie moves closer to the window like doors that lead to the balcony. Of course the rich bastard had those. Slowly, and as silent as possible he drops down from the ceiling. Crouching on the carpet, hoping that he didn’t make a wrong move and alert the man. Which was why he hadn’t entered through the doors now behind him. Carefully, he crawls to one of the curtains. Using it as a cover, moving and standing behind it. Becoming one with the cloth. He felt stupid but he didn’t care.

His legs start to ache from standing for so long. Twenty minutes pass before anything exciting happens. Robert Harrington’s doors fling open the rest of the way. A loud crack from the wall, where the door knob created a reasonable hole in. There, stood the most beautiful boy Eddie has ever seen. Wearing a outdated polo and blue jeans. If he wasn’t currently on a mission, he would have fallen on his face from stupidity. He would be lying if he said there wasn’t a slight drool puddle forming in his mask. He knew he was gay, but this guy buried any doubt in his mind (which there was very little to begin with) into the ground.

His eyes have a fiery look to them. Like he was on a rampage of some sort. How a angel like him could possibly hurt a fly was beyond him.

“Stop drooling over Steve Fucking Harrington, Eddie. And focus on what they’re talking about. The suits not catching their voices dipshit.” Henderson’s voice startles Eddie back to his main purpose. If he could move, he would shut off his ear piece the other hand made him. Internally he’s already making note to swat the little shit upside the head when he got home.

Discreetly moving his hand, he subtly rolls one of the gadgets Dustin made him. Watching it roll under Robert Harrington’s desk. The mic catching their voices now. Though Eddie could hear them with the naked ear, Dustin could not.

“Father-” Steve Harrington’s voice is louder then what Eddie imagined it to be. Though he doesn’t understand why he was imagining it in the first place.

“Don’t talk to me like that young man. Remember who you’re talking to.” Mr. Harrington’s voice is in a low growl. Holding his authority the best he can. Though, like with his business the authority he once had over his son was slipping through his finger tips.

“Yeah- I’m talking to Robert Harrington. The biggest fraud of New York City.” Steve has a feral grin on his face. Eddie could barely see him through the curtain, his heart was racing as he’s sure he could see him if he glanced over at any second. “Now- Mom wanted me to tell you, that Dinners done. And that if you don’t go down to eat, she’s going to to cut your balls off.” Steve grins.

“Eddie there’s something off about him.” Dustin’s carefully mumbling into his ear now. “Look at his hands.” He points out.

Eddie listens almost immediately. Eyes flashing towards the others hands that now gripped the corners of his fathers desk. His veins didn’t look right. They looked black? And like they were crawling under his skin. Eddie wasn’t sure what was making his hands to look like that but there was something terribly wrong. He’s heard tales about the Harrington boy. About how he was the nicest one out of them. Now Eddie didn’t personally know him, but his gut was telling him that there was something off about this guy. Most likely he didn’t act like this way normally.

Robert Harrington stands up, jaw set tightly as he moves slamming the book that he was looking through. Moving and closing it in a drawer and locking it shut. Before he’s moving, walking out of the room without a word. Steve’s eyes immediately flicker to the curtain. A amused look on his face as he relaxes his shoulders a bit. “You know there are better hiding places in here.” He says calmly. Hands fidgeting a bit as his veins seem to start to crawl faster. Wrapping themselves around his hands.

Eddie doesn’t see the point in hiding anymore. He moves, walking carefully with his hands up in defense. Steve’s eyes never leave him. “What are you doing in my fathers study?”

“Looking for answers.” Eddie says simply. Sounding vague.

“Hm- mind sharing with the class?” Steve sasses. Crossing his arms over his chest. Hiding his hands, trying to control whatever that was currently happening to his body. Though Eddie could now see that the others veins on his neck were beginning to do the same thing. Moving up to his face, which was scrunching up in a pained expression.

“Eddie.” Dustin’s warns. Sounding a bit to anxious for Eddie’s liking.

“Um- Justice? Hey dude are you alright?” Eddie asks moving forward carefully. Not expecting the other to turn violent. Just as fast as the other entered the office, whatever black substance takes over his body. Reaching out and grabbing ahold of Eddie, before throwing him out the glass door.

Before he is forcefully removed from the others property though, he swears he catches a glimpse of panic and remorse written all over Steve Harrington’s face. Up until whatever that shit was, warps it’s self around his face. Creating a new one. One that he recognized from a few of his past crusades.

Venom

[recent-rose]

i know dragon dan heng is coming back but imagine he doesn’t get some/all of his memories back but he falls in love with ren anyway. or like vice versa, ren falls in love with this new den heng despite how different he is. thinking thoughts

[kitchen-spoon]

Detective/ crime solvers au:

with (slight) enemies to lovers where Steve is an FBI Agent and Eddie is a reporter but more in a look at how dumb the government is way. They bicker and are bitchy and sarcastic but they also can’t stop making excuses to see each other but they just never acknowledge it and keep playing their weird little game.

Maybe eventually one of their arguments leads to Steve Shoving Eddie away and he hits the door or wall a little and Steve instantly feeling awful being like “I just can’t stand you being so close,” and Eddie just grabs him by the collar of his dress suit and kisses him.

[im-not-batman]

WIP Ask: It's not just my heart you've stolen?

Ooo I love this oneeee

So I haven't actually done anything more than storyboarding for this one, so no snippets unfortunately but here's the concept!

Cait is on a no good, very bad date at a museum and the date does something Creepy. Vi (who is at the museum for art theft related reasons) notices and comes over to rescue her by pretending to be a friend. She scares off the bad date and CaitVi have a cute little impromptu mini'date and then go their separate ways.

A week or so later, Cait is at work and is assigned an art theft case (what a coinky dink) and starts working it as one would. Meanwhile she's still texting the cute girl that she met and might already be obsessed with.

On the flip side, Vi finds out a few days after their first meeting that Cait is a detective and is a little nervous about it but she is a hopeless lesbianwith a crush so what's she gonna do? Not go out with the hot museum girl? But they're talking and flirting for weeks before Vi finds out that Cait is the officer assigned to her case and oh dear that's not ideal but she's in too deep now and kinda thinks Cait might be the love of her life.

I shan't say any more lest I reveal too many spoilers. But let me know what you think! I'm actually super excited about this one I just never seem to have enough time for multi-chapter fics and I know this would be a monster because I simply cannot make myself shut the fuck up :)

Send me an ask with which of my WIPs from This Post you wanna hear about!

[navnae]

If they were “enemies” what was with all the stolen glances that were longer than a few seconds????

Me PERSONALLY, I would never willingly look at someone I don’t like and they were staring at each other pretty hard in my opinion but that’s just me 🤷🏾‍♀️

[heartshrike]

okay i don't have the magic (kinda) to make this happen but namjin figure skating angst au!!! hell yeah!!

playlist and moodboard:

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0Z7lmO2Q0TLGacXCDZpny7?si=G9LZuFXvR2uxdkKvdukyYQ

[byfulcrums]

27 years of his youth, and you only knew him for three.

[mountainashes]

I do find the way that some of the enemies in Rush of Blood are clearly based off of the characters. Esp bc they're Josh's friends and ur playing as him. So its suggesting he sees them as a threat

[emulation-0]

its so odd thinking back to my life a few years ago compared to now

[charlescoded]

charles is just little red riding hood coded and max needs to hunt him like the big bad wolf 🥳

max should hunt charles, both of them would be getting riled up by the chase... taking it literally, max finally catching charles, forcing his back against a tree, slowly sliding his hand under his dress, winding charles up and fucking him until he finally slips from max's grasp and the hunt begins again~

[taegularities]

MAFIA STRANGERS TO LOVERS TO ENEMIES TO LOVERS

FRIEND YOU MIGHT BE ONTO SOMETHING !!!!!!

[grandwretch]

redemptive death is the laziest trope in western literature i think. redemption should take work. to have it undone with one act where they don’t even have to confront their own ills is a disservice. both the character and the other characters they’ve harmed deserve better. more zukos, less kylos. please. 

[jokerlennon]

girl help i think im becoming friends w my other friends's enemy

[snekdood]

i think its probably a good and healthy use of your time to look through a trans persons blog to try to find out of they’re secretly a terf