#the crown and the flame fanfic

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CFWC F/AotW - Mar 17 - 23, 2024

✒️ = Fanfic | 📱= Text Fics/Edits | 🎨 = Fanart Ⓜ️ = Mature Content 18+ | 🔥 = Explicit/NSFW 18+ 🏳️‍🌈 = LGBTQIA

AMERICAS MOST ELIGIBLE

Cherry Blossoms Dancing In The Sunlight ✒️🏳️‍🌈| Contestant x F!MC - @aallotarenunelma

BIG SKY COUNTRY

Pink Azaleas For a Love That Saved Us ✒️🏳️‍🌈| Dallas James x F!MC - @aallotarenunelma

BLADES OF LIGHT AND SHADOW

A Burden We Both Share ✒️🏳️‍🌈| Valax x Nia Ellarious - @livelaughlovecassie

Forever in my Mind ✒️| Tyril Starfury x F!human!MC - @petalouda85

Mal Volari Portrait 🎨 by @artbyalz

Valax Art 🎨 by @erixadraws

THE CROWN & THE FLAME

The Crown & The Flame OC Fanart 🎨by @lupinobi

IMMORTAL DESIRES

Cas Harlow Art 🎨by @solaceriverine

Cas Harlow First Hunt 🎨 by @nukritus

Gabe Adalhard Flower Crown 🎨🏳️‍🌈 by @lilyoffandoms for @aria-ashryver

LAWS OF ATTRACTION

Aislinn Tanka Portrait 🎨 by @artbyalz

I thought that I was special...🎨🏳️‍🌈| Gabe Ricci, NB!MC - @oh-so-youre-a-nerd

Weird, but not a sin🎨🏳️‍🌈| LOA NB!MC - @oh-so-youre-a-nerd

Wind Fanart 🎨🏳️‍🌈 by @lilyoffandoms for @oh-so-youre-a-nerd

OPEN HEART

Baby Ramsey 📱| Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @genevievemd

Christmas Through Your Eyes (Series) ✒️| Tobias Carrick x F!MC (eventual) - @jerzwriter Part Two: With a Capitol T Part Three: The Philadelphia Story

Half Baked 📱| Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @genevievemd

It Happened One Miami Night Part 1 ✒️| Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @liaromancewriter

Losing Game 3 of 4✒️| Bryce Lahela x F!OC - @peonierose

Moving In (Series) ✒️| Rafael Aveiro x F!MC - @rafasgirl23415 The Bunny Sweater

Your Death, Your Dog, Your Declaration ✒️🏳️‍🌈| Bryce Lahela x M!MC (eventual) - @mydemonsdrivealimo

PLATINUM

Wisteria Will Intertwine Around Our Wrists ✒️🏳️‍🌈| M!Raleigh Carerra x F!MC - @aallotarenunelma

RIDE OR DIE

Logan Fanart 🎨by @am-i-invisible777

Ride or Die Fanart 🎨🏳️‍🌈| F!Logan x M!MC - @cadybear420

THE ROYAL ROMANCE

Forevermore (Series) ✒️Ⓜ️| Liam Rys (King Marquise) x F!MC - @khoicesbyk Chapter 5: Joy of Winter

The Royal Romance Book 1, Chapter 1: Once Upon a Time Part 6 ✒️ | Liam Rys x MC - @fadingreveries

Savage Love (Series) ✒️Ⓜ️| Liam Rys x MC, Drake Walker x MC - @angelasscribbles Chapter 37: Gone

You Belong to Me (Series) ✒️| Liam Rys x MC, Drake Walker x F!MC - @queenrileyrose Part One: I Wonder What's Mine

CROSSOVERS

Immortal Desires / Murder at Homecoming

Murder at Homecoming: Harlow Part 3 ✒️| Cassius Harlow x MaH F!MC - @korgbelmont

[professor-abeloved]

Love By Any Other Name [Amalia x F!MC] Part 1/4

Fandom: It Lives Within (visual novel) @itlivesproject 💜

Summary:

Amalia de Leon has won countless battles; whether it be through the exchange of words or through the exchange of blows, she’s never one to admit defeat easily… Until the faces the most lethal opponent of all: Writer’s Block. With her best friend, Amor Rodriguez by her side, will Amalia triumph and finally publish her Kenna/Sei fanfic before the end of the F/F Jam? Or will Writer’s Block get the best of our favorite fanfic writer? Or: The 3 times Amalia got inspired by Amor, and the 1 time Amor was inspired by her.

Characters | Ships: Amalia de Leon/Main Character (Amor Rodriguez); Minor Kenna Rys/Sei Rhuka

Notes:

- amor rodriguez [she/her] (used to call her amor powers on my blog, but then i decided to get serious HAHA) is my aggressive liamancer who, yes, is inspired by sei <3 she's trans, demi + sapphic <3 - as usual, dedicated to my beloved kristi-kins, my irl beta reader and best friends to lovers <3

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“Kenna, I’d like you to meet Sei Rhuka.”

Dark eyes widen when they land upon a woman with a fierce glare…

Nope. Delete, delete. Maybe stare?

…with a fiery stare that burns right through Kenna. Red stripes—

Ugh, really, Lia? Stripes? Think, you didn’t study the thesaurus for nothing!

The red paint on her face rivaling the red tinting Kenna’s cheeks. She holds out a hand, which the other woman takes with a surprisingly tender touch. Warmth blossoms in Kenna’s chest. She can’t tear her eyes away from Sei, and in doing so, misses the smirk on Dom’s faceeeeaojdsssssvk

“Ugh. This is so bad. How am I ever gonna finish this?”

Keep reading

[lupinobi]

Lupi’s Masterlist

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Choices: Stories You Play

The Crown and The Flame

The secret wedding (Lene Stirling x Bakren Alcantar)

The drowned prince (Baltair Nevrakis)

How beautiful it is to be cruel (Zenobia Nevrakis)

Contemplation (Amira Castleroy)

Naruto

Alt Hinata Hyuga

Tenten

Tsunade

Hashirama Senju

Minato Hatake (OC)

House of the Dragon

Alicent Hightower

Choices: Stories You Play

The Royal Romance

The Pretty Lies, The Ugly Truth - Liam Rys (AU)

Stardew Valley: The Henderson Siblings

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[moodmusicmonday]

I apologize for the delay today! Tumblr was extra hungry, and kept eating my posts! Buuuuut It's here! This week's playlist! It may be small, but it's packing a punch with the angst! What do you think?

Check it out, and don't forget to support and love on one another!

We'll see you amazing rockstars NEXT week!

~🎵~

@bebepac 

“I Don’t Want You Back” - Eamon; The Rotten Apple, Chapter12: Rock Bottom [TRH & Beyond; Liam x Riley; Eleanor x m!OC (Nico)]

@kat-tia801

“Carry You” - Ruelle; Birthright,  Chapter 7: Can You Lead Me to the Light? (TRR AU; Liam x f!OC) 

@marshmallowsandfire

✨ Character Song Shout-Out✨

"Living Legend" - Club Danger

Dominic Hunter in The Crown and the Flame

@txemrn

“End of All Days” - Thirty Seconds to Mars; Our Faith Caught Up in Flames, one-shot [OPH post-series; Ethan Ramsey x f!OC (Tatum Erikson)]

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@21-wishes @alj4890 @ao719 @atsuinawa @aussiegurl1234 @axwalker @bebepacks-blog @burnsoslow @charlotteg234 @chemist-ana @choicesmonthlychallenge @foreverethereal123 @issabees @jerzwriter @karahalloway @kat-tia801 @lovingchoices14 @marshmallowsaremyfavorite @neotericthemis @nestledonthaveone @peonierose @queenrileyrose @quixoticdreamer16 @sfb123 @socalwriterbee @tessa-liam @twinkleallnight @txemrn @walkerdrakewalker @zaffrenotes

[canary3d-obsessed]

Restless Rewatch: The Untamed, Episode 40 part two

(Masterpost) (Pinboard)  (whole thing on AO3)

Warning! Spoilers for All 50 Episodes!

What a Relief

After spending a few weeks in Gusu doing...stuff, our trio comes to Jinlintai for the discussion conference. Unusually for a CQL stair-climbing scene, nobody is planning to murder anyone once they get to the top.

Our crew walks up the stairs past 3 massive sculpted reliefs featuring Jin Guangyao.

First and most important, I have to point out that the sculpture version of Lan Xichen [edit: Nie Mingjue actually, whoops] is wearing a sash that looks like this:

*cough*

Meanwhile, for the picture with the sword and flames, qhanzi.com tells me that the written characters are 伏殺, fú shā; Google translate tells me this means "ambush." Specifically Fu=conceal, Sha=kill. Ballsy to have a monumental artwork on your front steps announcing that you're a backstabbing turncoat, Jin Guangyao.

Speaking of balls, Jiang Cheng jumps at the opportunity to bust some when the Lan bros arrive with Wei Wuxian in tow. He pretends not to know who Wei Wuxian is, but obviously does know something, given how bitchily he asks to be introduced. Lan Wangji continues his 13-year-long silent treatment of JC while Lan Xichen tries to figure out which bland smile he's meant to be deploying in this situation.

(more after the cut!)

They're all rescued by the appearance of Jin Guangyao 3.0, who has discarded his Nie braids and his Wen hotness in favor of Jin ostentatiousness.

He's no longer wearing the v-neck robe and topknot crown that we associate with the cultivation sects. Instead he's wearing a hat and a round-necked robe with a big embroidered design on the chest, that resembles the clothing style of a court official.

Some people see JGY's bureaucratic wardrobe as signaling that he's an unassuming administrator, someone who is not threatening to the power structure or is not ambitious. I see it more as conveying that his ambition reaches beyond the cultivation sects into the realm of dynastic/imperial politics.

Anyway, Jiang Cheng turns his ire towards his nephew, and Lan Xichen relaxes again. Possibly he is a little too relaxed, judging by how he's ogling Jiang Cheng.

I'm high as a kite, I just might stop to check you out

Party Monster

Fanfics are often accused of giving us an out-of-character (OOC) Wei Wuxian, but no fanfic Wei Wuxian is as OOC as the Wei Wuxian who attends this banquet. Normally Wei Wuxian is a mildly annoying flirt, but as soon as soon as he arrives in Koi tower he is (presumably) possessed by the spirit of Jin Guangshan, and becomes a gross sex pest.

He goes out of his way to hit on the wife of the clan leader and make googly eyes at all of the maids, whose social status doesn't allow them to be rude to him. And he does it in front of his date! What the hell, possessed Wei Wuxian.

While oblivious to Lan Wangji's jealousy, Wei Wuxian does check in with him to make sure it's ok to put on his "crazy Mo Xuanyu" act. LWJ replies with a certain amount of salt, but once Wei Wuxian makes it clear he's thinking about Lan Wangji's public face, LWJ chills out and answers him normally.

Side note: in no universe would this cute lil maid be making eyes at heavily-masked Mo Xuanyu when unmasked, radiant, filthy-rich Lan Wangji is right there to be smiled at.

Jin Guangyao greets everyone and some dancers start doing their thing; mercifully, possessed Wei Wuxian refrains from hitting on the dancers. As soon as Jin Guangyao starts to circulate through the room, Nie Huaisang has an epic nervous breakdown all over him, which is even better entertainment than the dancers.

This gives Wei Wuxian the cover he needs to slip out of the hall unnoticed. Well, as long as nobody notices Lan Wangji's obvious pining.

Fight Club

The prophecy foretells that into each generation of Jins will be born one douchebag cousin. Jin Chan is the douchebag cousin of his generation.

Jin Chan accuses "Mo Xuanyu" of being a sex pest, and Wei Wuxian suddenly understands why the plot made him act so OOC at the party. Mo Xuanyu wasn't really a sex pest; he was a regular pest, trying to get information out of Qin Su, not trying to seduce her. But he doesn't know that yet. In other adaptations Mo Xuanyu is gay, but CQL exists in a strange censorship-created realm in which gayness is pervasive but never mentioned, and therefore there is no homophobia. So nobody would care if Mo Xuanyu was gay.

When Wei Wuxian realizes what Mo Xuanyu did, he thinks "Mo Xuanyu, do you want to die?"

Nice choice of idiom, Wei Wuxian. I believe we have firmly established that yes, Mo Xuanyu absolutely did want to die.

The show is kind of vague, verbally, about whether Wei Wuxian 2.0 has a golden core. But there are a lot of moments that strongly suggest he does, at this point, have a functioning core.

This rock attack is, I hope, one of those moments, or else Jin Chan is a total pussy, getting knocked back by landscape gravel.

Next, Wei Wuxian shows Jin Ling the super-secret move known as "arm twisting," which Jin Ling, as an only child, has never encountered before.

Anyone with siblings is very familiar with this move.

Because this is The Untamed, this move should be executed with extra spinning whenever possible.

Jin Ling learns the move right away, and uses it to win the scuffle.

Avuncular

After the fight, Wei Wuxian sits with Jin Ling for a chat, and gives him the classic uncle advice "have as many fights as possible while you're young, because when you're older you'll have to be mature and get along with people."

I love Wei Wuxian so much.

For contrast, Jin Ling says that Jin Guangyao tells him not to get in fights. This makes Wei Wuxian seem like the cooler elder, but it also has a more sinister element, of Jin Guangyao holding Jin Ling back. Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian grew up constantly fighting with each other--sparring as well as informal fights, presumably. And their cultivation was super strong, partly as a result of that.

Wei Wuxian takes the opportunity to tell Jin Ling that he's not in love with Qin Su any more, because he's transferred his affections to someone else. Obviously Hanguang-Jun is the someone else, given that they've been inseparable for weeks. To keep Jin Ling from yelling while he explains, he clamps his hand over Jin Ling's mouth.

The thing is, in order to effectively clamp your hand over someone's mouth, there has to be something behind them--a wall, the mattress, your own torso, or something else solid. Otherwise they can just jerk their head backwards to get away from your hand. Or they can stand up and walk away, even.

Jin Ling, hilariously, does not realize this, and spends a ridiculously long time sitting still and making angry faces while Wei Wuxian rests his hand on his face.

Spy Game

Later that night, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji get ready for some shenanigans.

Not the sexy kind, alas, just some paperman snooping.

Wei Wuxian, because he's facing serious danger, is feeling extra playful and cute, and he takes time to goof around with Lan Wangji before getting down to business.

In paperman form, he's able to do some things that the censors overlook, including tugging on Lan Wangji's headband and apparently blowing him a kiss. In the book and the donghua, he catches onto Lan Wangji's lip on his way down his face, too.

One thing that's kind of muted in the live action as compared to the novel is how much Lan Wangji enjoys Wei Wuxian's childish and playful behavior. Lan Wangji never got to be playful as a child, but with Wei Wuxian he can cut loose--which he does mostly in the sack or when they're drinking together. But even when he stays in control of himself, he likes Wei Wuxian's silliness.

He tells Paper-Xian, tenderly, to be very careful, before he sends him on his way.

The Adventures of Paperman

The CGI department outdoes itself with paperman, making an animated character so adorable I'd be happy to watch a whole episode of him.

Paper-Xian sneaks into JGY's study and pokes around, finding an empty envelope. Then he listens and watches while Qin Su stumbles in, retching.

She's followed closely by Jin Guangyao; they proceed to have an absolutely fucking endless argument in which the words "sister," "brother," "incest" "rapist dad" are never said, instead using vagueburger phrasing like "this matter."

Jin Guangyao does freely admit to killing their kid, though, and wants to know who told Qin Su about it so he can kill them, too. She won't tell him, shockingly.

Jin Guangyao ends the fight by putting a paralysis spell on his wife and then making her go to sleep with another spell, which is the cultivator equivalent of saying "I've said what I had to say and I need some space."

He takes her into a secret room where he is also keeping a bunch of talisman-protected stuff and a shockingly small number of books.

Seriously, as a person who has way too many books, I am personally offended by the way Jin Guangyao wastes shelf space in his secret room.

As Paper-Xian sneaks around the room, Jin Guangyao helpfully pulls aside the curtain covering the shelf with Nie Mingjue's head on it, so he can grouse at NMJ for (figuratively) haunting him. Seriously? Dude, you keep a guy's head on your bookshelf, he gonna haunt ya.

The episode ends with Paper-Xian bowing (adorably) to Nie Mingjue, and then sitting laying on his face, which would make BOTH Lan brothers jealous if they found out.

Soundtrack: Ring the Alarm, by Beyonce; Blister in the Sun, by the Violent Femmes

[sleeplessdreamer123]

Fanfic Idea! (Lucemond, Warning: it's dark)

Aemond was crowned king after defeating Daemon, and he brought Rhaenyra and her son to the throne room, chained and gagged, her last son clinging onto her simple dress, like a boy everyone once knew.

She was forced to watch his crowning, forced to listen to the people cheer for their new king. Then, all of a sudden, he ordered the guards to bring in his new queen.

The crowd looked at the door, perhaps expecting Queen Helaena, his Baratheon betrothed, maybe even the bastard witch of the rumors, Alys. The crowd however, was not expecting to see such a familiar face.

Gasps and whispers filled the throne room when the guards carried in Lucerys Velaryon. He was a vision, wearing a splendid green gown embroidered with dragon scales, his neck adorned with pearls. His eyes were closed, his face pale, his body, limp.

To no one's surprise, Rhaenyra screamed, the sounds muffled by the cloth in between her lips, her eyes following the body of her dead son. The body she couldn't retrieve, no matter how hard she tried, no matter how hard she searched.

Surprisingly, he didn't look like one killed by a dragon. His skin was unmarked by teeth or flame. His body, to everyone's surprise, wasn't decomposing or falling apart. In fact, if they didn't know of the stories, they would have thought he was merely sleeping.

The guards carried the body with extreme care, and the crowd held their breath, wondering what their new king would do with the body of the beloved son of their former Realm's Delight. Those who remembered his earlier words were alarmingly confused, because surely he wouldn't...the boy is...surely the new king wouldn't...

Aemond stood from the throne, took the body from the guard with surprising care, and to everyone's shock, placed the dead boy on the throne, and placed a crown, his dead mother's crown, on top of the boy's head.

Everyone looked at him as he, their new king, knelt, taking the boy's dead hand, kissing it gently. They watched as he stood, looking at his half sister, a faint smile on his face.

"Surely, you'd applaud, sister? After all, I just crowned your son as my queen."

Rhaenyra fought against the guards, though hopeless, her eyes told them what she truly wanted, glaring down at Aemond with the fury only a mother could have. She wished to tear him apart with her nails, to rip him with her teeth. She was a dragon incarnate, ready to attack for her son.

Aemond cared not for her reaction, turning back to Lucerys. He lifted the boy up, and placed him on his lap as he sat back on the Iron Throne, careful not to let the crown fall from his pretty head.

He then placed his mouth close to his ear, and though he whispered, everyone around him heard his words.

"I kept my promise nephew. I crowned you queen, as I intended. Now, won't you open your pretty eyes for me, just this once?"

Though no one had the courage to say it, everyone knew what the other was thinking.

Seven Hells. The new king is mad.

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Btw, if anyone is interested, this is what inspired me:

[thgfanfictionlibrary]

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RoseFyre :: ao3, ff.net, co-writing tumblr, tumblr

Popular Fic: Let Me Fly: When a plague hits District Twelve, Katniss is forced to make some very hard decisions. Together with Gale and what’s left of their families, they decide to escape District Twelve, taking a reluctant Peeta Mellark with them. (@rosefyrefyre, @christinaroseandrews)

shesasurvivor :: ao3, other ao3, tumblr, ff.net

Popular Fic: Getting There: Katniss has started being intimate with Peeta, but there are still a few barriers she needs to break through to fully enjoy herself. A suggestion from Dr. Aurelius may be just what she needs. Post-Mockingjay, masturbation/mutual masturbation. Written for Everlarkrecs Dirty December Week 3. (@shesasurvivor)

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Popular Fic: Snownstorm: “Spring is for courting, so mother will say; summer for wedding, rosy as May; autumn for keeping you warm from the cold; winter for babies to care when we’re old.” Written for the prompt: "No games, canon. Just a good, all time favorite “it would have happened anyway” story. Maybe throw in snowstorm trope to make it seasonal?" You got it. :D (@rosegardeninwinter)

sparebitofparchment :: ao3

Popular Fic: She's a Survivor: The Hunger Games from Peeta's POV: the angsty cut -- "The flames have set Katniss's whole cape in motion. The way it drapes fluidly from her slim shoulders, every shift of her lithe body seems to set the air alight. The crown of fire paints golden shimmers along her high cheekbones and kisses the glossed pink cupid’s bow of her mouth, turning the keen angles of her face into something divinely sculpted. Firelight limns the sparkle of surprised delight in her eyes, and as she turns to inspect her costume, red and gold highlights glow like embers in her hair. She's transformed into something otherworldly. It's not that you can't see she’s from the Seam. It's just, Cinna has brought to life how powerful she is for it."

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Popular Fic: The Hunger Games from Peeta's POV: “I don’t think it’s going to work out. Winning...won’t help in my case.” I want to go back to the charming lies. I planned for this, so why does it feel like something in my gut is rotting? “Why ever not?” Caesar asks. I drag in a deep breath. All that strategizing over how to win the most sympathy, and now I feel like I’ve lost control of my face. My mask is slipping, my cheeks growing hot. There are so many eyes on me, all of them hungry. I meet Haymitch’s gaze in the crowd. His hard expression isn’t exactly comforting, but at least he isn’t enjoying this the way everyone else is. I feel my mouth open as though pulled with a string. “Because...because...she came here with me.”

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[the3v1lqueen]

♡All I Want For Christmas is You♡

✨First post✨

Lesso x Reader (Holliday fanfic)

Word count: 1600ish

Fluff :3

“Come on Leo, it’s Christmas” I pleaded, leaning against the door to her office.

She didn’t look up from the pile of papers she was grading ruthlessly. “Too much to do, kitten.”

I rolled my eyes and let out a long sigh. I stood there, tapping my foot on the floor, arms crossed. Then I smirked as a genius idea came to my head. 

I ran outside into the cold winter air, snow falling ever so delicately onto my eyelashes. I scooped a handful of snow and molded it into a ball. I hurried back inside and back to Lesso’s office, leaving a puddle behind me as the snow melted in my hands. I made it to Lesso’s office with the soggy snowball and she was still buried deep in her papers. I let it fly through the air, exploding onto the crown of her head. It melted into her luscious red curls and she raised her head to meet my eyes slowly.

“Oh, if that’s the game you want to play,” she smirked.

She chased me through the hallways, her trench coat unbuttoned and flaring behind her. I could hear the click-clack of her heels as she trailed behind me. It amazed me how fast this woman could run in heels. I flung open the doors to the outside and quickly rushed to grab a handful of snow to defend myself from Lesso’s wrath. But before I could stand up, I felt a cold explosion of snow against my neck. The cold water crept underneath my shirt and made me shiver.

“That’s just cruel,” I shouted and Lesso cackled evilly.

“I warned you princess. Evil doesn’t play nice.”

I turned around to quickly chuck another snowball right back at her. It splattered on her face and she glared at me maliciously. Soon we were battling in a war of flying flurries. 

By the time our energy had been expended, we were both covered in snow and dying of laughter. I had made the mistake of not wearing a coat nor gloves and began to tremble in the cold. Lady Lesso sensed my discomfort and threw her coat around me. I tugged at the edges of the coat, clutching it tighter to my body to absorb the warmth it provided.

“Let’s get you inside before you freeze, darling,” she voiced with a tone of concern, wrapping her arm around my shoulders. She guided me back into the castle and led me up the stairs and into her personal quarters. When we entered the dark and gloomy room,  Lesso snapped her fingers, and the fireplace lit. We descended to sit by it and I watched the flames flicker and lick the air. I began to relax and my head fell against Lesso’s shoulder. Leaning against her, I let out a long sigh. I noticed that Leonora’s finger, which rested on her lap, began to glow with emotion. That hand then gently rose to brush the hair out of my face, and the other wrapped around my waist, hugging me closer. She kissed my forehead and then rested her head atop mine. Together we watched the fire in its tango, the logs as its dance floor.

I gasped and Lady Lesso raised her head and mine shot up shortly after. 

“We should decorate a tree,” I exclaimed.

“No,” she snarled, ”the last thing I want is to contaminate my room with Christmas cheer ”.

“We can use dark and creepy ornaments instead of colorful and sparkly ones,” I suggested.

Lesso shrugged her shoulders. “Alright, fine. But I don’t have a tree”.

“Then we’ll get one,” I stated

“Where,” Lesso chuckled, “the campus for the school for evil has no trees”.

I approached the window and glanced over the snowy outdoor landscape of the school for good.

“Then we’ll get one from over there,” I stated.

I pressed my finger against the window singling out a tree. “That one”. 

“You mean to say we’re going to cross over to the good school, which is against all rules, chop down one of their trees and carry it all the way back here,” Lesso laughed.

I turned from the window to face her.

She raised an eyebrow and stopped laughing, “oh you’re serious”. 

She ran over to me and grasped my shoulders tightly,  and locked her eyes with mine. “Y/N, you are insane and I love you for it.”

I smiled, and my cheeks flushed scarlet.

“Alright, let's go,” Lesso commanded, throwing on another one of her coats and snatching her cane.

“Don’t you want your jacket back,” I began.

“No, you wear it, it looks good on you,” she said, winking.

The Evers, all tucked away indoors away from the cold, didn’t see Lesso and I as we crossed the bridge to their campus. We approached the tree I had selected from the window with axes in hand. With ferocity, we swung our axes at the trunk. A loud crack sounded, and the tree folded forward, collapsing to the ground, and covering Leonora and I in a cloud of snow. 

With mischievous smiles on our faces, we lifted the tree to our shoulders and began to haul it back across the bridge. 

We jumped when we heard a voice yell, “What are you doing Lesso?”

It was Dovey. I looked back at Lesso

“Run,” she mouthed.

And so we sprinted across the bridge, snow in our eyes. The tree bounced on our shoulders, and needles fell everywhere. Once back in her quarters, we dropped the tree and I collapsed onto her bed, struggling to catch my breath. Leo however wasn’t even the slightest bit worn out. Using her magic, she aligned the tree to stand upright by her desk. Her gaze turned to me and she chuckled.

“Tired from a little running princess,” she purred. “Oh no, do you not have the energy to decorate? What a shame,” she teased, with a dramatic pout on her lips.

“No, Lesso, we’re going to decorate,” I said springing from the bed. “Be right back”. I ran out of her quarters and ran through the school to my dorm. I rummaged through the clutter underneath my bed until I found a small cardboard box. 

I burst through Leo’s doors and startled her. “You’re back,” she stated.

“With decorations,” I exclaimed with jazz hands.

Lesso rolled her eyes.

I knelt on the floor and carefully opened the box. Lesso stood behind me and rested her warm hands on my shoulders, leaning over to see what was in the box. 

I took out a sparkly black garland made of black down and crow feathers as well as a string of black LED lights. I stood with the decorations, and Lesso’s hands fell away. I handed her one end of the lights and I took the other and we spun around the tree, wrapping the lights. We did the same with the garland. I went back to the box and extracted some very menacing, sharp black ornaments. Lesso wrapped her hand around mine as I hooked the first ornament onto one of the tree’s furry branches. Lesso then took a couple of ornaments out of the box and hung them where she saw fit.

I went back to the box and saw there was only one ornament left.

“Here’s the tree topper,” I exclaimed. It had two bulbs and a cone-like point with an intricate silver design painted on it. It almost looked like the tip of a baroque tower. 

“Well come on now, you’ve got to put it up there,” Lesso stated.

She wrapped her hands snugly around my waist and lifted me up into the air with her strong arms, just high enough that I could reach the top of the tree. I secured the topper onto an upright branch.

“Alright, done”.

Lesso gently lowered me and I turned around to face her in excitement. 

“Now let’s turn it on,” I squealed.

She chuckled, amused by my enthusiasm.

I ran over and plugged the cord of lights into the outlet behind the desk.

Then I stood beside Lesso, admiring the tree which twinkled in black brilliance.

“It’s beautiful,” Lesso murmured, a sparkle in her eyes.

“Not as beautiful as you,” I uttered, turning towards her to study her gorgeous expression. She turned to face me, the light made her skin glow and illuminated how magnificently sharp her jawline was. Her lips curled ever so slightly into a warm smile and her eyes fluttered. 

“I don’t think my beauty could ever compare to the fairness of your heart, my dear,” Lesso began, raising her hand to my face, delicately stroking my cheek with her long, smooth nails. “Thank you for a lovely Christmas, Y/N.”

Leonora gracefully brought her other hand around my waist and hugged me close to her so that I was forced to look up into her glistening green eyes. I was blushing uncontrollably. Her eyes closed and she leaned toward me to brush her soft lips against mine. I brought our lips to interlock. The kiss was delicate, sweet, and special nonetheless. Sleighbells jingled outdoors and stars twinkled in the night sky. What a lovely Christmas it was indeed.

[fairyringsandwings]

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[frodo-cinnamonroll]

Tears of Fear: Part 1

Plot/Summary: Requested by @almost-gabrielle. Y/N is a loyal hobbit traveling with Frodo, Sam, Merry, Pippin, and Strider. At first, things go alright, but when the six of you camp at Weathertop, the Black Riders find you, and Strider isn’t there to help. Frodo is wounded and time is running out as you try to make your way to Rivendell.

I decided to make this into a two-part series because of its length.

Warnings: wounds, quite angsty, fluff

Paring: Frodo x Fem!hobbit!reader

Word count: 2.2k

A/N: This is an excerpt (that I haven’t written prior to writing this fic) from my fanfic series The Heart of a Hobbit. Therefore, I do not consent to any part of this being copied in any way (other than reblogging, of course). Thank you for understanding! Enjoy! :)

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I awoke that night to the sounds of a crackling fire and hushed voices. The night air that brushed my face was cooling. I yawned gently and opened my eyes. Frodo was there, still asleep and bundled tightly in his blanket. I rubbed my eyes and sat up stretching. Sam, Merry, and Pippin all sat around the fire. I smelled meat being cooked.

“What’s the time?” I asked groggily.

Merry shrugged. “I’m not sure but we’ve got food.”

“That’s what’s important,” Pippin said with a nod.

“Didn’t Strider say not to make a fire?” I said in a worried tone.

“See,” Sam said to the others, “I told y—”

“It’s not been going for long!” Pippin interjected. “We’ll put it out soon after we eat. What’s a little warmth anyway?”

I sat down near them with a small frown. “I don’t like it,” I mumbled, “but I’m not in charge.”

However, I gladly took the food that the others offered, feeling famished after all the walking of the day.

A few minutes passed when Frodo stirred, blinking sleepily. He then sat up, a worried look on his face.

“What are you doing?” he said, deepening the apprehension I felt.

“Tomatoes, sausages, and some nice crispy bacon,” Merry said.

“We saved some for you, Mr. Frodo,” Sam said.

Frodo rushed to his feet and stomped out the flames. “Put it out you fools! Put it out!”

“Oh, that’s nice!” Pippin said, looking distraughtly at his tomatoes. “Ash on my tomatoes!”

Not a moment passed that Pippin had spoken when a terrifying and all-too-familiar screech filled the air. It took me a second to overcome the paralysis that froze me in place, but the five of us scrambled to the edge and peered below. Although it was a dark night other than the wavering rays from the moon, I could see even darker shapes moving through the mist. They seemed like voids with legs and swords.

Frodo drew his sword and the rest of us followed suit.

“Go!” he said.

The five of us ran up the weathered stone stairs to the summit of Weathertop. A thick mist crowned the edge of the hill like a net holding us in. The moon now seemed like a spotlight pinpointing our position. We formed a small circle, facing outwards. I gripped my sword as tight as I possibly could, holding it in front of me as if to ward off the monsters in the shadow by some hidden courage that I could not feel. But my sword wavered in my trembling hands and I fought back the tears of fear in my eyes.

Looking this way and that, I awaited any moment that the Black Riders would lunge out from the darkness. Then I heard my own frightened voice saying over and over.

“What are we to do? What are we to do?”

“Hold on,” Frodo said, grasping my hand and gripping his sword ever tighter. “Strider will come. He will. We just need to hold on.” But he didn’t sound like he believed it. I didn’t either. I knew Strider didn’t want harm to come upon us, but he was not near, so he could not help us. None could help us now.

Then my blood froze again as the sound of a sword unsheathing sang from my left. Then my right. And all around.

Shing!

I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t. The terror within me made my mind seem to run wild. I saw the dark hooded figures come forth, the metal of their boots clinking like the sound of heavy chains. They spoke no word yet it seemed far worse than if they had. I felt a burning sensation of cold hard fear in my mind.

There is no escape. The thought said. No escape.

And now a tear did fall down my cheek as we backed closer into our circle. The Black Riders lowered their swords as if getting ready to skewer a boar. Helplessness welled up inside of me.

“Get behind me Y/n,” Frodo said, but his voice was distant and wavering.

Then Sam jumped forward shouting, “Back you devils!” with ferocity and loyalty.

Then my senses seemed to gain ground in my mind again. The Riders were here for Frodo and the Ring and I couldn’t let them get either.

Sam charged and was thrown aside in an instant. I planted myself straight in front of and let out the best battle cry I could summon, though it sounded nothing more than a last shout of terror. The Riders hesitated for half a moment, but nothing more. The foremost met my sword with such strength, or perhaps intimidation, that my sword cracked and flew out of my hand. My desperate eyes had hardly turned back to the enemy in front of me when I felt cold hard metal surrounding my throat. I was lifted above the ground, all air leaving my lungs. I choked and the fear took over my mind once more as I struggled, more tears falling.

“No!” Frodo yelled.

I was dropped, gasping and searching for breath. I could not stand. All felt cold. The Riders advanced, and although Merry and Pippin tried to barricade their way, they were removed easily out of the Riders’ path and thrown to the ground. Frodo stumbled backwards, dropping his sword. He struggled away from the Riders looming ever nearer. He looked like a helpless creature. Trapped. My heart burned within me but I had no strength. I saw a glint of gold in the cold moonlight then he disappeared.

A momentary vision of ghostly kings surrounding a small halfling flickered before my eyes and was gone.

“Fro—” but my throat seemed to tighten and I sank to the ground, looking up at the Riders. 

If only I could distract them. I crawled towards a jagged stone, straining with every muscle in my body to grab it. I felt it cold in my hand, but before I could raise my arm, a lot of things happened. I heard a muffled cry that sounded like it came from under the earth. Strider leapt out of nowhere, a torch blazing like his eyes as he charged on the Riders. He fought them off with more ferocity than I had imagined he could show. For a moment he seemed like a mighty king of valor protecting his people. My struggling breath eased, though not fully.

But my attention was turned when I heard a more distinct and present cry not far away. Frodo lay on the ground, breathing ragged breaths, his eyes wide. My strength restored, I ran over with Sam right beside. The agony on Frodo’s face dissipated all fear of the attacking Riders, and a new fear rose within me. All five of us were kneeling next to Frodo. Sam took one of his hands and I took the other, putting my hand on his forehead. I saw the slit in Frodo’s cloak where the Black Rider’s blade had pierced him in the shoulder.

Strider fought off the last Rider and Sam cried, “Strider!”

Strider ran over quickly, kneeling.

“Help him, Strider,” I said. I was fighting back tears.

“He’s been stabbed by a Morgul blade,” Strider said, picking up the knife. The blade turned to dust and Strider threw the hilt to the ground in disgust. “This is beyond my skill to heal. He needs Elvish medicine.” Strider picked up Frodo, who gave a strained cry.

We all stood, following  Strider. I kept in step as well as I was able as we made our way down Weathertop.

“Grab the pony, Sam,” Strider ordered. Sam did so and we jogged into the forest.

“Hurry!” Strider called, holding a torch high. He held Frodo like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder. I could hear Frodo whimpering and it broke my heart even more.

“We’re still six days from Rivendell!” Sam said. “He’ll never make it!”

I shook my head. “Don’t say that.” My voice broke.

“Hold on, Frodo,” Strider said.

“Gandalf!” Frodo cried distantly.

A tear fell down my cheek. I clenched my jaw and ran faster.

After what seemed too long, we reached a small clearing. There were three large, frowning statues forming a circle.

“Mr. Bilbo’s trolls!” Sam said.

Strider gently set Frodo down on the ground. Sam and I knelt beside him and Merry and Pippin stood with torches Strider had given them. I took Frodo’s hand and brushed some of his hair from his forehead. He was sweating.

“Frodo,” I said. “Hold on.”

Frodo wasn’t responding. His eyes were wide and his pupils small. They were searching unseeingly above. I fought the tears that threatened to spill again.

“Look, Frodo,” Sam said quietly. “It’s Mr. Bilbo’s trolls.”

Frodo started coughing. He winced and moaned. Sam put a hand on his forehead.

“Mr. Frodo?” he said. He turned toward Strider who was searching the ground with the light of the torch. “He’s going cold.”

“Is he going to die?” Pippin asked.

“He’s passing into the Shadow World,” Strider said gravely. “He’ll soon become a Wraith like them.”

Frodo gasped, struggling. Not but a moment later, the Black Riders’ shrieks sounded, and it was much closer than I would have liked. I kissed Frodo’s hand, holding it to my chest. My own were shaking.

“They’re close,” Merry said.

Strider turned to Sam. “Sam, do you know the Athelas plant?”

Sam stood like a soldier ready to go into battle. “Athelas?”

“Kingsfoil.”

“Kingsfoil, aye, it’s a weed.”

“It may help slow the poisoning. Hurry!”

Sam and Strider hurried off, looking for the right plant. I began to shiver, not because it was cold, but because of the fear building up inside of me. Then I heard a faint sound that caused me to freeze. Hooves not far away. I held Frodo’s hand tighter, waiting for a Black Rider to appear. But then Strider and another person on a white horse came forward. She was beautiful and had long dark hair. Her skin was pale and fair. A light seemed to shine faintly from her as she and Strider knelt beside Frodo. I stood, giving them space to work, watching with worry.

“Frodo,” the lady said. “I am Arwen—I’ve come to help you. Hear my voice, come back to the light.”

Frodo’s breaths were uneven as he turned his head to look up again.

“Who is she?” Merry said.

“She’s an elf,” Sam said in awe.

“He’s fading,” Arwen whispered to Strider. She pulled back Frodo’s shirt on the left side, revealing his wound. The flesh was black and I could see the darkness spreading in his veins across his shoulder. Strider tore a leaf of the kingsfoil off the main plant with his teeth and placed it in the wound. Frodo gasped. I wrung my hands and bit my lip as I watched.

“He’s not going to last,” Arwen said. “We must get him to my father.”

Strider picked Frodo up, carrying him towards Arwen’s horse. I followed, standing at a short distance. Strider set Frodo upon the horse and he and Arwen spoke softly together. I tried to catch what they were saying but most of what they said was in elvish.

“What are they saying?” I heard Pippin ask.

“I do not fear them,” Arwen said now. Strider took her hand and squeezed it.

“As you wish,” Strider said. He stepped back as she mounted the horse, sitting behind Frodo who was slumped over. “Arwen, ride hard. Don’t look back.”

“Where are you taking him?” I said, no longer holding back my tears.

“To Rivendell,” Arwen said, “to my father. It is his only hope.” She gave me a brief smile but it offered little confort. She nudged the horse forward, saying something in elvish, and it took off.

“What are you doing? Those Wraiths are still out there!” Sam cried.

My heart pounded and I attempted to run after her. “Wait! I must come! Wait! Frodo!”

Strider held me back.

“I have to be with him! I have to help him!”

“Shh,” Strider said, kneeling in front of me and holding me firmly. “There is nothing you can do. He must go. It is the only way he will survive.”

“But I have to—” I wept, struggling. “I can’t leave him. He needs me. I need him. I can’t—”

Strider wrapped me in his arms. “Hush, child. Providence will likely succeed.”

“But I have to be there if I need to say goodbye,” I continued. “I need to. I need…” But I could say no more in my weeping.

“You will see him again, alive in well with Providence in our favor,” Strider said, his voice strained. “It is beyond you now, but you will see.”

I leaned into Strider, shaken by my sobs. “Frodo,” I whimpered as tears soaked my face. “Frodo, no. Frodo. Frodo.”

[choicesficwriterscreations]

CFWC F/AotW - Mar 31 - Apr 6, 2024

✒️ = Fanfic | 📱= Text Fics/Edits | 🎨 = Fanart Ⓜ️ = Mature Content 18+ | 🔥 = Explicit/NSFW 18+ 🏳️‍🌈 = LGBTQIA

BLADES OF LIGHT & SHADOW

Darling, Dearest, Dead ✒️ | Tyril Starfury x F!human!MC - @thosehallowedhalls

It's Your Lucky Day, Traitor 🎨🏳️‍🌈| Aerin Valleros - @oh-so-youre-a-nerd

Safe 🎨| Mal Volari x F!human!MC by @wisejazz (C: @storyofmychoices)

Tyril Starfury Fanart 🎨 by @megas-choices

Unreleased and Incomplete ✒️| Tyril Starfury x F!MC - @a-cloud-for-dreams

BLOODBOUND

Be An Amazing Mother 2 ✒️| Adrian Raines x F!MC - @stanathanxoox

The Bigfoot Roadtrip ✒️| Gaius Augustine, Lily Spencer - @thosehallowedhalls

Lily Spencer Fanart 🎨by @artbyalz

CRIMES OF PASSION

Booped! ✒️🏳️‍🌈| m!Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @jerzwriter

Sitting at a Park Bench ✒️| Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @inlocusmads

A Special Gift ✒️| m!Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @thosehallowedhalls for @moominofthevalley

Trial by Dinner ✒️| Sebastyan Thorne x F!MC - @thosehallowedhalls

The Shirt 🎨by @oh-so-youre-a-nerd (C: @thosehallowedhalls

THE CROWN & THE FLAME

TCATF F!OC Fanart 🎨by @lupinobi

Zenobia Nevrakis Fanart 🎨 by @lupinobi

Prince Baltair Nevrakis Fanart 🎨by @lupinobi

THE FRESHMAN SERIES

The Freshman Series MC 🎨by @/mxcameronrose (C: @choiceswithmika)

THE HEIST MONACO

TH:M MC Fanart 🎨by @oh-so-youre-a-nerd

HIGH SCHOOL STORY

The Voice of an Angel ✒️🏳️‍🌈 | Aiden Zhou x F!MC - @cadybear420

HOLLYWOOD U

Hollywood U Art 🎨| Multiple Characters - @hsslilly-blog

IMMORTAL DESIRES

Immortal Desires Fanart 🎨🏳️‍🌈 | Cas Harlow x MC x Gabe Adalhard by @urdilfred

Immortal Desires MC Fanart 🎨by @aria-ashryver

My Girl and Her Guys 🎨| Cas Harlow x MC x Gabe Adalhard by @sizzleissues C: @senatorraines

Snow in Crimson, Starlight in Gold (Series) ✒️🏳️‍🌈Ⓜ️| m!cas harlow x m!gabe adalhard x nb!mc - @aria-ashryver Chapters 39 - Sometimes, we just want a little moment to rest, recover, and enjoy the company of our loved ones 🔥Ⓜ️ and Chapter 40 - ...before reality comes crashing back down 🔥Ⓜ️

IT LIVES

The Egg: An Easter Special ✒️| Stacy Green x M!MC - @korgbelmont

ILW Angst Fic ✒️| ILW MC - @abelflints

MULTIPLE STORIES / CROSSOVERS

Crimes of Passion / The Royal Romance / Rules of Engagement

Three Princes Walk Into a Bar ✒️| Trystan Thorne, Liam Rys, Leo Rys - @thosehallowedhalls

NIGHTBOUND

One Special Day ✒️| Nik Ryder x F!MC - @ladylamrian

OPEN HEART

Complete Open Heart F/AotW List Week of March 31st

[generalghosty]

Some speculation on where Adventure Time: Fionna & Cake is going, plot-wise.

Seconding all the folks saying that Fionna and her whole human universe were unintentionally created (manifested?) by Simon. I'm thinking it either existed entirely in the Ice King's head, or it was an alternate universe created by the wish-magic in the crown seeping into the Ice King's brain. Maybe a bit of both. When he was turned back into Simon twelve years ago, Fionna's universe went from resembling Ooo to being a normal human city like the one Simon lived in before the mushroom war.

The statue in the park being "renovated" to look like Betty a manifestation of Simon still unintentionally influencing Fionna's universe. The same applies to things like Cheers being the only show on TV, and Gumball not remembering when he met Fionna. The glitches in the background are also caused by Simon, either because of his trauma or his rituals with Golb. Cake and Fionna are subconsciously drawn to ice because they were their magical selves back when Simon was the Ice King, and living in a normal human world is making them depressed.

I think either the magic will be restored to Fionna's world, or her universe will somehow merge with the reality Simon lives in, because we see her interacting with Flame Prince in the trailer. It's also possible that's just a flashback to a scene in one of Ice King's fanfics, though. There are a few bits in the second opening where it looks like Fionna's world is collapsing, potentially because she's not in it anymore. I'm talking specifically about the bit where a building is glitching out where it alternates between normal, on-fire, and abandoned.

Those are my "predictions." Probably wrong, but I thought it would be fun to write them down and see whether they line up with what actually plays out.

[speedway-official-unofficial]

rate my description of a character for a fanfic

I’ve been told it was “the most wattpad

of someone” and also “10/10”

fair warning, it’s very wordy and self indulgent

here u go

The circle illuminates their faces in bright green and white. Slowly, particles gather into a being. They seem mostly human-ish at first, at least until their figure is clearer. They have limbs just a little too long to be normal, with elongated fingers ending in razor sharp talons. A glowing green electrical burn ripples from one eye all the way down to their hand. The ghost has pale, bluish skin, the kind you see when someone is running out of oxygen. Their long, snow white, hair flows in a non-existent arctic wind. The Ghost King is dressed in a long cape that pools like water, but is coated in stars dying and being reborn in a millisecond; their shirt is a fitted poet’s shirt with embroidery of galaxies. Their cape clasp is a skull edged with hoarfrost, and their riding boots have icy spurs.

But the most show-stopping part of their outfit is the crown gracing their head. It shifts in appearance, from a ring of the Northern Lights, to a circlet of deadly ice, to a wrought metal diadem ablaze with poisonous green flame.

-@its-target-official

that is. That is descriptive. Also yes it is very wattpad what the fuck

[heliopauseentertainments]

Reforged

Continuity: IDW1 Rating: Teen

Relationship: Megatron/Rodimus

Characters: Megatron, Rodimus, Prowl, Mistress of Flame, Minimus Ambus, Ultra Magnus, Torchbearers, the Lost Light crew

Warnings: Suggestive themes, occasional depictions of trauma, alcohol & drug use, some gore, canon divergence and canon blending. Slow burn. Incredibly slow burn. Please see AO3 entry for full applicable tags.

AO3 Summary: In which Rodimus is "mistaken" as the reincarnation of Solus Prime. A 217k word fanfic novel with themes of romance, xenoreligion, reincarnation, the role of fate, and religious political conspiracies, Reforged expands on the moon colony of Caminus, its dominant culture, and what myth means to a recalcitrant "former" Prime on "vacation" to forestall fate, a condemned war criminal living on borrowed time, and an obsessed investigator fixated on discovering a dangerous hidden agenda. First chapter under cut, AO3 has the rest. Also crossposted to DreamWidth.

The supposed “lap of honor,” to which Rodimus had “convinced” Prowl to reluctantly allow, was intended to be a sort of… last hurrah for the crew and the Lost Light itself before it would be decommissioned, Megatron would surrender to custody pending litigation, and everyone else would go their separate ways. A happy ending. For most involved anyway. In his own way, he saw impending judgment as his own happy ending. He was tired and ready to put the last of his unconquered demons to bed. The sense of finality was… comforting somehow.

Although, one last trip wouldn’t hurt. A chance to make a few more good memories with friends and colleagues who had made commanding—“co-commanding” his own thoughts interrupted.

Great. Now he was doing it too.

They all had made co-commanding this flying madhouse so fulfilling, a pack of wild misfits that fit in together. Various destinations were chosen for sightseeing, but one stuck out as particularly interesting, one they were rapidly approaching. Velocity and Nautica had suggested it, in fact, thinking the crew would enjoy seeing their homeworld. Funny, that they had submitted their suggestions separately but with almost identical wording. Rodimus had declared that the two were in “cahoots” before proudly stamping an approval on the destination without waiting for Megatron’s input.

The view from the bridge was rapidly filling with the image of a large, metallic moon. It twinkled in the combined light glinting off the metallic structures spider-webbing across the surface. The scene was backlit by the cool white dwarf sun of this system, and, of course, the moon’s host, a green-gold gas giant swirling with ancient storms. Crackles of lightning arced across the spiral vortices at the storms’ calm eyes. Spinning auroras flashed at the poles like a pair of glittering crowns. The moon was large enough to be a planet in its own right had it not been caught in the gravity well of the gas giant.

To think that this was home to entire culture… civilization of Cybertronians untouched by the war that had consumed their own motherland, the war he had started. Megatron hadn’t even needed to go to another universe to find them this time.

Despite having spent countless months staring out of this huge window into the universe, Megatron had rarely taken the opportunity to simply enjoy that view. There had always been more pressing matters to attend to. Now, however, seated comfortably in the captain’s chair, with only perfunctory duties remaining to him, he could relax and merely take it all in for the sheer pleasure of it. A rare luxury at any point in his long life. From the mines, to the extralegal arena, to what he had thought was championing the cause of the downtrodden. Time for recreation had been practically nonexistent.

Or… he would have allowed himself to absorb the picturesque scene, had he not caught sight of something ludicrously red flash and dash out of the corner of his left optic.

Ah.

Of course.

Rodimus was, unsurprisingly, excited to see this planet—moon. It was technically a moon. He could practically hear Ultra Magnus—Minimus—preparing a pedantic presentation, along with an introduction to local cultural mores, to ensure they were all prepared for their vacation. Yet Megatron still felt a strange, warm fondness at the thought of the predictable behavior, just as he felt it knowing that Rodimus was gleefully prancing about just outside of his vision like he did whenever something really caught his interest. For all of his nuisance, Megatron’s co-captain possessed a gift to summon joy and sunshine simply by being. It was… heartening to see him so happy, especially about the little things in life like a beautiful planet. Moon. Dammit.

“Alright, everybody! Welcome to Caminus! Former lost Cybertronian titan-based colony facing perpetual resource shortages, now founding member of self-styled Emperor Starscream’s book club for slimy politicians that calls itself the Council of Worlds.” There was a pause, like Rodimus had second thoughts about wording his supposedly inspiring sales pitch that way.

Megatron turned to look at him and, sure enough, the speedster was holding his chin in thought.

“Okay, so maybe that’s not the best way to sell it to Lost Light tourists. Let’s try that again.” He clapped his hands together as though he could erase his first not-quite-ready-for-a-brochure slogan.

Megatron rolled his eyes and heaved a tired, amused sigh. A regular occurrence on this silly ship, especially when both captains were in the same room for any length of time. Meanwhile Rodimus cleared his vocalizer with a cough before pointing proudly at the viewscreen, now showing a much closer image of the populated moon. Moon! Not planet.

“Take two! Welcome to Caminus! Home of Camiens, a funky fire religion, swords for days, avant-garde art, other super awesome stuff, and us for the next few days.”

Well, it was better, but still not good exactly…. Certainly a solid attempt, though “funky fire faith” would have been a more satisfying alliteration. It was good enough. 

Something felt strange about Megatron’s face, he noticed as he sat there. Relaxed and pulled in an odd direction—Smiling? Why was he smiling? Giving his head a good shake, he forced a bemused expression to return, taking the smile’s place, while he watched Rodimus wrestle with remembering how to actually make port now that they had arrived.

“Slag, we still need landing permissions.” A golden palm slapped a handsome—this was an objective fact, not his personal opinion—white faceplate, perhaps a bit harder than necessary, in irritation at having forgotten something so basic. Sometimes Rodimus was too hard on himself. It was a trivial protocol matter after all and easy enough to forget in the excitement of a final trip.

Final. Hm.

Yet, of course, Rodimus would solve the issue on his own as he usually did these days, the brief moment of embarrassment quickly shoved under the proverbial rug. He could handle things like this without assistance. Megatron wasn’t quite sure why Rodimus insisted that he needed the old poet around to help.

“Crankcase, could you hail them, buddy?” See? Problem solved.

[lemonylepid]

BIONICLE fanfic: Shattered

Contains OCs, dark setting, alternate timeline.

Takes place after the events of 2010 (in a way)

(May or may not continue this piece of fanfiction but let me know what you think.)

Chapter One I planted the purple and silver Great Huna into the sand, the cavernous eyehole enraptured by the shadow of the moonlight. The glint from the fire behind me danced across the polished surface. I took my Agori cloth, now worn and tattered after cycles of use, and began rubbing away the grime.

"You don't have to take care of me, you know."

I smiled a small bit, staring into the empty mask. I could see a vague reflection of my own fading deep blue eyes on the forehead. My Kakama was caked with rust from the harsh sand, but I kept his nice and clean.

"Of course I do, what would you do without me? Go on your own adventures?"

I put the rag away, and gently brushed my hand across the smooth and shiny protodermis.

"You know me, I can't handle adventures. I'd rather stick to carving."

"And that's why I need to protect you, Tuali."

I moved my hand away from the cool metal and turned to the fire. He keeps saying my name, he doesn't want me to forget it. He knows I've been struggling lately with that. Tuali, Tuali, I need to keep that close. I know his name, I promise I do. I just can't remember it right now.

"We need to rest for now, I think. Do you think you can sleep alright over there?"

"I'll be fine, you keep warm by the fire."

I nodded a bit, confirming his choice. He seems to never mind the cold. I laid by the warm fire, flames lighting up the edges of my grime-covered armor. I feel my eyes close, and I fight it for just a moment, but ultimately I succumb to the darkness and drift to sleep.

As I escape the confines of Makuta's lifeless vessel, I feel myself both blinded and sizzling in the hot sun of a desert. The ground is sharp and solid, cracking beneath my heavy footsteps. I have to give myself pause, just to adjust, but hands from behind me push and shove to escape just as I did. I shout a name, but hear nothing. Was I deaf? I shout again, nothing. Why can't I hear that name? Why can't I hear anything? I shield my eyes from the sun and look up.

Past the sunlight I see the sky alight with a hazy orange, as if it was on fire. The ground beneath me trembles, and through the pushes and shoves comes a familiar hand. I grasp it and look at the owner. It's him, the one I was calling. I recognize the mask, that beautiful purple. A Great Huna. But his eyes, where were his eyes? I guess I don't remember those either. Nothing greets me but a void. The matoran points to the sky, I can read his mouthgrill. The sky is falling, do you see it?

Waking up is never easy. Especially from a memory. I can see the white embers from the night's fire, and I can feel the sun bleaching and peeling my paint. I let out a stirring groan, and I feel the gears inside me struggle to move and engage with each other.

"Oh good, you're up. How did you sleep, Tuali?"

There's my name again. Another reminder. Finally with a click my internal clutch clatters into place, and I can move. I lift myself up, my roasted armor hissing as a few drops of condensation finds its way down my arms.

"I dreamed about another memory, I think. Places I've been."

"I dreamed about a star."

He always dreams about stars. Every night he tells me so. I wonder why? I stand on my feet, wobbling slightly. I can feel sand settle in places it shouldn't, but I can't bring myself to care about my own maintenance. I step over to the mask and remove it from the sand, grains sifting away through the crevasses.

"Do you want me to carry anything?"

"No, I can handle it. You keep your energy, it's a long trip."

I grab the rope at my hip and fasten a loop to the crown of the mask, gently letting it dangle there. I then grab my hefty rucksack, full of bark and wood from a nearby abandoned village. The only trees I've seen for Kio. I also kept a small blade inside, just in case there are any Rahi.

"I'm ready if you're ready."

I took a look at the distant horizon. Our campsite cliff side overlooked our destination. Shattered remains of robotic components scattered the land, surrounded by sparkling glass. Embedded into the surface, a carcass of an incredible being laid absolutely destroyed. From what I understood, this was Mata-Nui. We came from a similar yet much larger desecrated robot, the body of the monstrous titan Makuta. Behind Mata-Nui was a massive glowing ocean, our destination. Beyond that, almost transparent in the haze of the horizon, was a blackened, scorched, broken moon of unimaginable size.

"I guess I am. Our goal is in sight."

"Excellent, Tuali."

[young-royals-confessions]

Here's a fanfic idea for Felice/Rosh, inspired by your rarepair game:

An aged-up post-canon au where Rosh is an up-and-coming celebrity athlete secretly overwhelmed by her rising stardom in the world of sports. Enter Felice, a jaded socialite with a seemingly useless degree in journalism and communications, who volunteers to be Rosh's media manager as a favour to the friendship she shares with their mutual friends, the country's crown prince couple, Simon and Wille.

What has started off as two virtual strangers making nice to make old friends happy now turns into a journey of self-discovery and friendship. Featuring a frighteningly competent, media-savvy Felice, an athletically skilled and fit as all fuck Rosh (and her recently upgraded motorcycle), an old high school flame in the form of a duplicitous Yasmina, and the slow-building realisation that perhaps coming from two different worlds might just be fertile enough ground for true love to grow.

Bonus side plot of a closeted Stella clocking early on that her friend Felice is in love/lust with that footballer friend Wille used to skip third year parties for in order to watch their games.

Extra bonus easter egg with Wille (surprisingly, not Simon!) secretly concocting the whole "please help the love of my life's dearest friend from childhood by not letting the media vultures to eat her alive" scheme to matchmake Felice and Rosh into dating. Simon sees the plot coming a mile away and bets Wille that Rosh would never go for someone like Felice – little does he know!

Anyway, that's all I got. This whole thing currently playing in my mind like a blockbuster movie. Also... my bad for the multiple blocks of text? I don't really ship Felice/Rosh but I like their relationship potential and this kind of just like, happened. 💕

-s.ham

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