#this is a scene in my fic that i have not yet posted so erm

[pensivebathtub]

some richjer since it’s summertime ☀️ :-)

[honey-crypt]

ERM HI…. HAHA… I really like ur elliott fics and im wondering,,,,,, *looks at you with HUGE eyes* what if that one scene on Ginger Island where you have the dialogue option to “help him put sunscreen on” turns SPICY… Perhaps with an afab or genderless farmer…. 👁️👁️

Again, i love your stuff and i get super happy to see ur posts on my TL 🐝💕💕 long live the great bee 🤴

(For now i will remain anonymous… 🪳)

a/n: sorry that this took forever! i was in anti-horny mode. nonetheless, i hope you enjoy this fic!

word count: 1.6k

warnings: accidental boner, blowjob, deepthroating, semi-public sex (farmer and elliott fuck in the bathroom on ginger island), cum swallowing, farmer and elliott fail to realize that they're crushing on one another

summary: elliott needs help with applying sunscreen on his back and as his friend, you're more than happy to help! but what happens when you get too close and too intimate with the whole process?

★ the sunscreen incident - elliott x farmer ★

The summer breeze ruffled your hair and the sun beamed down warm rays on your skin, as you walked along the boardwalk to the resort. A rare day off in the summer season warranted a trip to Ginger Island and it seemed that many other residents had the same idea. An assortment of individuals scattered about the sandy beaches of the island, some soaking up rays while others chatted amongst themselves near the crystal clear waters. Your flip flops made contact with the sand and you let out a sigh of contentment, What a nice day.

Yet, out of the blue, your throat tightened and you groaned from the sensation, suddenly parched. Yoba, I need a drink. Thankfully, Gus had set up shop at the rental bar, serving drinks and snacks to the beach attendees. You made a beeline for the bar and greeted Gus with a smile, “Gus, my man, how are you?”

“Oh, (Y/N)!” the bartender flashed you a smile, “Things are well, very busy today. Can I get you a drink? Maybe a snack?” you eyed the menu and pondered your options, “I’ll take a mango smoothie,” you placed your order with Gus. He gave you a thumbs up and walked over to the blender, dumping the ingredients and blending them. Gus poured out the smoothie and garnished it with a little umbrella, “One mango smoothie.”

“Thanks,” you dropped a few G in the bartender’s hands. You took the smoothie and scanned the shore for any good spots to sunbathe. That was when you saw him, Elliott lounging on a striped beach towel with his glorious chest on display for all to see. Your face heated up at the sight and averted your gaze, not wanting to get caught staring at him like a creep. However, Elliott must have caught you anyway when he exclaimed, “(Y/N), my friend! Come here, please!”

You fulfilled his request and approached Elliott, plopping down in the sand next to him, “Hey, Ellie,” the nickname rolled off your tongue cheekily, “Enjoying the weather?” the redhead nodded, his ponytail bouncing with the movement, “Yes, yes, indeed. Despite living on the beach back home, Ginger Island’s waters seem more lively and fresh.”

“You think so?” you eyed the ocean before the two of you and sipped on your smoothie, “I guess it does look clearer than the beach back home,” you watched the people in the water, such as Kent guiding a floatie-wearing Vincent farther into the sea and Leah’s braided hair and snorkel straw poking out above the water. It brought a smile to your face, to see the residents of Pelican Town enjoy the wonders of Ginger Island.

“Oh, (Y/N),” you perked up at the sound of Elliott’s voice. He held out a bottom of sunscreen, SPF 70 to be exact, “Could you do me a favor and apply sunscreen to my back? I burn quite easily and I’m not flexible enough to apply it myself.”

“Of course,” you took the sunscreen and gestured to Elliott to lay down on the towel. He laid on his stomach and pushed his ponytail out of the way, allowing his back to be completely exposed. Your mouth watered at the sight of his toned back, adorn with freckles galore and prominent muscles. You had no clue why he was so in-shape, given his lifestyle of eight hour writing sessions and daily trips to the saloon for his meals. 

“Everything alright?” the writer questioned. You shook off your stupor and replied, “Yes! Just zoned out,” you uncapped the sunscreen and squeezed the white goop into your hands. You leaned closer to Elliott’s back and began applying the sunscreen, massaging it deep into his skin. Elliott let out a soft groan from your motions, He must have a sensitive back. 

“Need me to pause?” you asked. Elliott lifted his head up enough so you could clearly hear his response, “No need, I’m simply tender when it comes to my back. Please resume,” you squirted more sunscreen on your hands and swung one leg over Elliott’s legs, sitting down on his ass so you could get better leverage. 

Elliott let out a squeak of surprise, but quickly settled down and allowed you to resume your work. You continued to massage the sunscreen into his skin, humming a tune to yourself while you did so. Finally, after a few minutes, you finished up and announced to Elliott, “All done!” you hopped off his backside. Elliott turned himself over and smiled at you, “Thank you, (Y/N). I much appreciate it.”

“Of course, no–” you cut yourself short, your eyes locked in on Elliott’s crab-patterned swim shorts. Without realizing, the writer was displaying a proud erection, you held back a squeak of your own and hastily shielded his boner with your body. Elliott tilted his head like a confused puppy, “What’s wrong?”

“Ellie…” you swallowed your spit hard, “You got a, uh… you got a boner.”

Elliott’s eyes widened in shock and immediately covered the tent in his swim shorts with his towel, “Oh, dear! I’m so very sorry, (Y/N). I don’t know why I have one, I must go and take care of that,” with his towel as a shield, Elliott rose from the sand and walked over to the bathroom. 

To both parties’ surprise, you stood up after him and grabbed him by the wrist, “Wait, I…” you stared down at the sand, “It’s kinda my fault you, uh… have that little issue. Do you, uh–” your face was flushed with embarrassment, “I can take care of it.”

Elliott’s jaw dropped at your proposition, his freckled face a lovely shade of tomato red, “Oh! Oh my, I–” he covered up his surprise with a faux cough, “I wouldn’t… be opposed to that. Meet me in the family restroom,” he then entered the bathrooms. You waited a few moments, not wanting to arouse suspicion, before heading inside. Mustering up some courage, you approached the family restroom and opened the door. Inside, Elliott sat on the pull-out chair, towel still covering his boner. You gave him a small wave, “Hey.”

“Hello,” he returned the pleasantries. You walked up to him and removed the towel, staring down at Elliott’s boner. Elliott let out an awkward cough and you broke eye contact with the boner, “Sorry,” you apologized, twiddling your thumbs, “Do you want me… to suck you off?”

“That should do the job,” he answered, “If you’re okay with that, of course.”

“I’m okay with it,” you reassured the freckle-faced man, “Can– Can you pull your shorts down?” the writer nodded in confirmation and slowly slid off his swim shorts, his cock now free from its confinement. You gawked at its appearance, the mushroom tip red and angry with some pre-cum leaking out. It was on the bigger side, maybe six or seven inches, but it was nothing you couldn’t handle. After all, you were referred to as “The Blowjob Master” back in college for your blowjob skills. 

You folded up your towel and made a makeshift pillow, placing it on the water-soaked floor and resting your knees on it. Timidly, you placed your hands on Elliott’s thighs- Yoba, those thighs could crush watermelons- you waved off your horny thoughts and looked up at Elliott, “Are you ready?”

“I am,” he patted you on your head, “Thank you for your help again.”

“Of course, anything for you,” you flashed him a small smile. Taking a deep breath, you grasped the shaft and gave the tip a tentative lick. Elliott stifled back a moan, his face now a deeper red. You carefully guided his cock in your mouth and once inside, you began to suck Elliott off. The writer bit down on his hand to silence his moans while you bobbed your head up and down on his dick. 

Yoba, this exchange felt otherworldly to Elliott, his crush down on their knees and sloppily blowing him. Spit leaked from your mouth and onto the remainder of Elliott’s shaft, coating it in the bubbling substance. With his free hand, Elliott found his way into your hair and tightly pulled at it, earning a moan from you that vibrated down his whole cock. 

Elliott’s eyes rolled into the back of his skull when you managed to find his weak spot, a vein directly under the tip of his dick. You licked and nipped at it, relishing in Elliott’s descent into madness from your cocksucking skills. In one swift motion, you took his full length in your mouth, your nose touching his beautifully manscaped bush. 

Elliott held out a muffled moan and promptly climaxed, shooting ropes of hot cum down your throat and into your tummy. You groaned against his shaft while he orgasmed and as soon as he finished, you pulled yourself off his cock and wiped off any excess cum from your lips. Elliott cleaned off any spit and cum from his now flaccid cock; he then put his swim shorts back on and gave you a relieved smile, “Thank you.”

“Anything for you,” you winked, “I’ll see you outside?” Elliott nodded, “Yes, I just need a moment,” you gave him a thumbs up and exited the bathroom, leaving Elliott to his own devices. The redhead approached the mirror and steadied himself, hands gripping the sink hard.

“I need to buy them flowers as a thank you gift.”

[gulliblelemon]

20 Questions For Fic Writers

Thanks for the tag @bigalockwood!

How many works do you have on Ao3?

22

What's your total Ao3 word count?

266,115

What fandoms do you write for?

Exclusively Young Royals. 

Top five fics by kudos

See You (Soon)

Where We Left Off

Please Try Again Later

Happy 18th, Crown Prince Wilhelm

The Umbrella

(I have a whole kudos spreadsheet and watching the trends is fascinating 😉)

Do you respond to comments?

Yes! Well, I try to. It sometimes gets a little bit overwhelming, especially at the beginning when there's an influx. But they're all so wonderful.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I haven't written anything with an angsty ending. I don't think I have it in me 😅

(Unless you count one shots in a series, in which case it's What Am I Going To Do? But that's part of a whole universe that does have a happy ending, so I'm not counting it - although when I posted there was no promise of a continuation of the story, so it was angsty for a while).

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

All my fics have happy endings. But I think they all feel like it's a happy ending to that particular part of their story, and will go on to be more after.

Do you get hate on fics?

I haven't as of yet. I still can't really believe that's a thing that happens.

Do you write smut?

No. And the longer I go on, the more I wonder if I should. But then again, I wrote a whole fic that was basically about hooking up without it, so maybe I'll be fine never writing it.

Craziest crossover

I've never written a crossover.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! I had The Umbrella translated into Russian and uploaded to ficbook.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No.

All time favourite ship?

Wilmon.

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have a folder full of WIP documents, most of which are just a line or a few sentences scribbled down. Some scenes, some ideas. I doubt they'll all get written, but lots get pulled for other things. And Wille's Month made me dust some of them off and either expand on them or just publish as they were.

But as for actual WIPs that I'm actively working on, I haven't got one that I don't think I'll finish. Once I start, I kind of get to the end by whatever means necessary 😅 Even if it takes me ages.

What are your writing strengths?

Erm... horrible question 😅. Dialogue? Maybe? I don't know. Someone else would have to answer that for me. I think I have a very skewed view of my own writing based on what I do and don't like doing.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Also horrible question, for very different reasons. Repetition probably. When I have something I just need to get down, I stop paying as much attention to how I'm saying things (what words I'm using, how I'm structuring sentences etc). But luckily @iwouldnevergetintofanfic is pretty good at catching it.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

It depends. I am not fluent, or even passable really, in any languages other than English. I'm not averse to dropping the odd word in, but in general I write the English translation (since they're speaking in Swedish anyway). I also discovered that the grammar rules are different, so ended up changing a load of stuff back to English in one fic because I wasn't sure which grammar rules to use.

First fandom you wrote in?

Young Royals.

Favourite fic you've written?

I don't know. I like certain ones for different reasons.

Where We Left Off was a massive undertaking. It's over twice as long as the next longest thing I've written (still not long by 'long fic' standards) and I was writing it for nearly a year. (And I'm not sure I'll ever write something that long again, that's not really how my brain works).

See You (Soon) was the first one where I felt like I knew what I was doing, and I think I will always be very fond of it.

I loved the process of writing Making Music, because it was a gift for a dear friend @purplehoodiesandclementines.

But I love them all in different ways 💜

No pressure tags for @unfortunate17, @enjoythesilentworld and @peakotp (and anyone else seeing this that wants to answer - I love reading these. I'll even retroactively tag you if you want!).

[safeplacesnupin]

Snupin Fanfic Year in Review

Hey friends! So I really want to start promoting more amazing Snupin fanfics and I thought this might be a good way to start. I'm going to go through my bookmarks and select one (or two, or three) Snupin fics I read for each month and bookmarked and recc it in this thread :D Sorry if I don't tag every author but if you know their tumblr PLEASE tag them! *disclaimer* I didn't get an AO3 to bookmark until July so the first few months are just ones I had favorited in my browser until I got an AO3 LONG post ahead! A bunch of Snupiny goodness!

🦔 January - Triquetra by Contrarian_Hedgehog 🦔

Summary on AO3: With the war fast approaching, Snape is forced to rely on Lupin and Black in order to secure his place in Voldemort's circle. Can they get past two decades of hostility? After a month of cohabiting, being around each other gets easier yet so much more difficult. Notes: This is actually a Snackin fic! A poly relationship between Remus, Severus, and Sirius. It has such a fantastic 'I don't want to do this but I have to' into a full blown relationship and it comes with such spicy art and scenes. 16 chapters total. Read: Triquetra

⚔️ February - Lily's Boy by SomewheresSword ⚔️

Summary on AO3: Before his third year of Hogwarts has even begun, Harry faces three whole weeks of unsupervised time in Diagon Alley. In that time he takes a trip to Gringotts - and that changes everything.

Burdened with the knowledge that Dumbledore has been blocking his family magic, and manipulating far more than he ever thought possible, Harry doesn't know who he can trust; but he knows he can't keep going that way. There's a whole world of lore and politics and history to catch up on, and the more he learns, the more Harry realises his true place in the world, and how much is being kept hidden from him. All the while, Dumbledore's twinkling eyes are constantly watching, and Harry can't let on how much he knows.

With help from unexpected places, Harry starts on a journey to end the war, and reshape the wizarding world. With how much he looks like James Potter, people have forgotten one important thing about him - he is Lily Evans' son, and she was one hell of a witch.

Notes: Buckle up for a long, fantastic fic my friends! Lily's Boy is 109 chapters! This focuses a lot on Harry as I'm sure you could guess (Drarry specifically), but Snupin is a huge focal point in this fic and I would not call it background. It's brilliant worldbuilding earn it this February spot!

Read: Lily's Boy

🧁 March - Have Your Cake and Eat It by Cunegonde 🧁

Summary on AO3: Lying in hospital after the Battle of Hogwarts, Remus Lupin has a lovely lucid dream that he's gone back to his school days at Hogwarts. Only the day passes, then another, and another, and soon he must face the terrifying possibility that it isn't a dream — that he has irreparably altered the events of the past.

Please be advised, this one contains Adult Themes. Just, not so much in the fun flirty way, more in the midlife existential crisis way.

Notes: Primarily following Remus around as he gets transported back in time to his school days?! And how he falls for our lovely Severus Snape while trying not to mess up reality. YOU WILL CRY. Bittersweet ending warning on this one but so worth the read. 33 chapters

Read: Have Your Cake and Eat It

🦡 April - For Once Seen by diandrastrikesback 🦡

Summary on AO3: “Get the shutters,” he said stiffly. 

“Want to see you,” Lupin whispered into his hair. 

Snape’s panic rose. He fumbled with his words as his heart beat up his throat. “No. Erm…oily hair…you know, bad skin,” he stammered quietly. 

Notes: A short drabble and first ever time something of mine inspired anything. ToT <3 Set in the summer, Remus sneaks over to Sev's house to have some fun. Sev isn't confident in his appearance though.

Read: For Once Seen

🐍 May - The Heir to the House of Prince by A_LoveUnlaced and elphi13 🐍

Summary on AO3: Summer of 4th year and Harry's all alone, dealing with his grief and the sudden revelation that James Potter is not his father. Support comes in a strange form. The form of Theo Nott, son of a death Eater. A strange friend who says he'll help him find his true father, whoever this Lord Prince might be.

Notes: Back to the long fics; 87 chapters AND this is a part of a currently ongoing series. Sev is actually Harry's father and wow is that a shock to Harry! This fic features Snupin and a Theo/Harry pairing and does a brilliant job focusing on both. Extremely compelling read. Severitius.

Read: The Heir to the House of Prince

🩺 June - Not Quite What the Doctor Ordered by Arionrhod and McKay 🩺

Summary on AO3: Severus Snape is a brilliant diagnostician, but it turns out that Remus Lupin is a very difficult case, in more ways than one.

Notes: I'm not usually one for super AU fics but this one takes the cake. Severus is charactarized fantastically and the story is so very good! This is completely non-magic and the relationship between these two is just chefs kiss! 4 chapters.

Read: Not Quite What the Doctor Ordered

🥇 July - With Every Step I Rise and Fall by @miffmiff 🥇

Summary on AO3: After the war, Remus thinks that all hope is lost of ever reconnecting with Severus. He may be in for a surprise though.

Notes: So I have this secret extra ranking I call 'The Golden Shelf.' It's the best of the best, and while many of these fics in this list hold that rank, THIS is the fic that inspired me to make that ranking at all. The very first fic on my golden shelf! This takes a look at how Severus and Remus grapple with the past and embrace each other. Charactarization feels real and so spot on. 1 chapter.

Read: With Every Step I Rise and Fall

Honorable Mention for another fic I read in July: Because He Really Knows Me by flyfreewithme776 is an AU fic where Remus is a cute barista and Severus is pining even if he keeps making his drinks wrong!

🎁 August - The Great Hogwarts Christmas Gift Exchange Debacle of 1996 by Snegurochka 🎁

Summary on AO3: Ron wants Luna, but Luna wants Ginny, and Ginny wants Harry, and Harry wants Hermione, but Hermione wants Lupin, and Lupin wants… Snape? Oh, what tangled webs we weave, when Dumbledore sets up a little seasonal fun for a group of hormonal teenagers spending their Christmas at Grimmauld Place – with two angsty thirty-somethings who have quite enough of their own problems to be getting on with.

Notes: This was a very long 1 chapter fic that was such a delight to read! The summary doesn't do it justice and I'm not sure that my little notes can either, but please give this a shot! In August like me, or right now; perfect for the holidays! Hilarious misunderstandings and a wonderful ending await you.

Read: The Great Hogwarts Christmas Gift Exchange Debacle of 1996

Honorable mentions for a few other fics I read in August:

Batten Down the Hatches by @diandrastrikesbackk is a heartbreaking, fantastic little fic that pays homage to many other Snupin fics. A look at the life of the Snupin fandom as seen by the duo themselves <3

Drifting Satellite by the_throwaway_account is a slight AU with an angsty Remus trying to cope with his lycanthropy with no supportive family or friends. Enter: Sev

🛶 September - I Lie In Your Charms by KALA @kalainthecanoe 🛶

Summary on AO3: When Severus Snape banked on being dead at the end of a war, it was as much of a shock as a burden to find out he was very much alive. He'd rather welcome oblivion and be known as a hero, than watch himself become a listless ghost of his former self. He never expected his Life After Death would contain much but living an isolated, quiet, life. Instead he somehow ended up returning to Hogwarts to teach, becoming involved in student affairs he'd rather stay far removed from, and most importantly, having copious amounts of sex with his old childhood enemy- Remus Lupin.

Recovery is a fickle and long road, and he certainly didn't expect his would involve accepting Remus as part of it.

Notes: KALA is an incredible writer in every fic they craft, but this is one of my favorites. As the summary suggests, spice fest! But this is no plotless hotness by any means. Who doesn't love using sex as a distraction from trauma? Wonderfully written 12 chapters.

Read: I Lie In Your Charms

🎂 October - October 1984 by @bluesundaycake 🎂

Summary on AO3: Severus knows something is wrong at Hogwarts, but he can't quite figure out what.

A story built from the daily prompts for Snapetober 2022. Accidentally snupin.

Notes: So I loved this one so much I had to draw art for it. Seriously I can't say enough good things about this fic! Snape has an adorable crow friend and has to figure out what the heck is going on at Hogwarts while also pining for Remus. Rumored by BlueSundayCake to be a part of a series! :o 32 chapters.

Read: October 1984

Honorable Mentions for fics I read in October:

A Door Left Ajar by Hera_Invictus takes a great look at Sev and Rem's past when Remus comes to Hogwarts to teach during POA. I don't know if they invented the word sexpilogue but uh, yeah...

Fuel the Pyre of Your Enemies by DivinityInMotion took the 'paired for school project' hook and sunk me in a fantastic story with slow burn Snupin.

🐺 November - Artemisia Absinthium: The Wolf and the Moth by Gertrude_Crow @princeandcrow 🐺

Summary on AO3: When Severus Snape uncovered Peter Pettigrew as a traitor before Voldemort attacked the Potters, it changed the course of many lives - his own included.

Relationships are forged and broken, as those that survived the war now have to learn to live, find new paths, and build new futures. And though their leader is gone, not all of the Death Eaters are willing to accept defeat.

Notes: Part 2 of Gertrude_Crow's Artemisia Absinthium series; READ THEM ALL! This is an AU during the first wizarding war focusing on Snupin with intriguing other relationships. Drama, intrigue, and a few dark spots make this series an incredible read. Part 2 is my favorite, coming in at 30 chapters.

Read: Artemisia Absinthium Series

💰 December - The Inheritance by Shadowycat 💰

Summary on AO3: Things hadn’t gone well for Remus Lupin since the end of the war, so he didn’t think he could afford to pass up an unexpected inheritance from someone he’d never met. Of course it turned out there were a few strings attached, including having to share his surprise windfall with Severus Snape. Not that Snape was particularly happy about that...

Notes: It's a 'we have to live together and go on a treasure hunt and now we love each other' fic! Not going to lie, the writing reminds me of a modern day Jane Austin and the story line is so compelling. A little mystery and some great reading! 24 chapters.

Read: The Inheritance

Horoable Mention for another fic I read in December:

Ne'er-Blue-Well by @diandrastrikesbackck was written for a prompt I gave, but it took my usually serious, not a fan of comedy self and had me laughing out loud with a truely genius string of puns said by Severus Snape himself after a potion accident.

WHEW! Hope you find a new fic to enjoy! This was just whenever I read the fic, but did you have any you read this year that should be on next years list? -or- are you a writer working on one?! Leave them in the comments please! Here's to many more in the new year!

[aria-ashryver]

Starlight Smut Supercut - These Bright and Beautiful Things (CH20)

Book: Immortal Desires Pairing: m!Gabe x nb!MC (Luca O'Rinn) Ratings/Warnings: 🔥Explicit🔥 - smut / adult content below the cut! Words: 2.9K

Summary: Luca guides a nervous but eager Gabriel through a first-time experience. (Context: this scene takes place post ID CH9, where Gabe and MC have been cleaning together and MC has gotten Gabe's shirt wet.)

A/N: This is an excerpt from a much larger fic, and part of a smut supercut series. You can find further excerpts in this masterlist

Tagging: @choicesficwriterscreations

Luca’s room wasn’t all that messy — Gabriel helped grab a few crumpled pieces of paper and essay notes from the floor to toss into the wastepaper basket. It was as he was tugging a crumpled note out from under Luca’s dresser where it had gotten itself tightly wedged, that his eyes fell upon his own name, scrawled on the page.

‘“Dear Gabriel, Cas says you are perfect and smart…” Um, Luca?’ Gabriel held the crumpled letter up for him to see. ‘What is this?’

‘Oh! It’s… I was just teasing Cas.’ Luca tugged it from his hands and tossed it into the wastepaper basket, dropping a chaste kiss to Gabriel’s neck as he did so. ‘Don’t worry about it.’

Gabriel bit the inside of his cheek, remembering everything that had come to light at the party and feeling a sudden swell of nerves.

‘What do you think Cas thinks of me?’

Snagging a crumpled receipt from under their bed and dropping it in the wastepaper basket alongside the letter, Luca glanced back, mischief written on their face. ‘I think he’s got a raging crush on you but he’s too stubborn to admit it.’

Gabriel’s stomach flipped. ‘What makes you say that?’

‘Erm, literally everything about him? Have you met the guy?’

‘And… okay, let’s say hypothetically he did have a crush on me…’ Gabriel took a deep breath, blurting the words out before he lost his nerve, ‘or, hypothetically, maybe I had feelings for him… you wouldn’t be upset?’

‘Upset?’ Luca paused for a moment, coming to loop his arms around Gabriel’s waist. ‘Why would I be upset?’

‘I don’t know, I guess I just…’ Gabriel pressed his forehead to Luca’s, his hand stroking gently down their back. ‘I’ve never really been in a poly relationship. God, I’ve never been in a relationship at all, in all fairness. I don’t exactly know what I’m doing here. But I liked what you said about making sure everyone is on the same page, so...’

Luca’s face softened to a look of such complete adoration that Gabriel felt his heart melt.

‘Do you have feelings for Cas?’

‘I— maybe? I don’t know.’ He could feel his ears burning. ‘I mean, I’ve spent a decent amount of years telling myself I’m not allowed to have feelings for Cas, and it’s only been recently that my outlook has started to change, so… yeah. Yeah, I think I do.’

‘Well, so we are on the same page about this,’ Luca said, ‘if my boyfriend were to start dating my other boyfriend, I’m pretty sure I’d be the single luckiest guy in all of New England. I mean, take it slow and careful, but if you want to see where things go with Cas, I’m all for it.’

Their lips met in a soft, slow hail of kisses, before Luca added, ‘And I’m pretty sure Cas knows I think that too, seeing as how I keep teasing him about you two getting married.’

Gabriel laughed, nuzzling his face into Luca’s hair. Pulling back to cup their jaw, Gabriel peered down at Luca with joyous wonder.

‘I don’t know how I got so lucky with you. It's like whenever I’m with you, all the jumbled pieces of my life start to fall together in a way that just makes sense. It's so comfortable, and familiar, and yet—’

Gabriel took a breath, trying to gather his thoughts, feeling his body burn beneath Luca’s touch.

‘You make me feel… nervous,’ he continued. ‘Excited. Like my stomach is full of champagne and it won’t stop fizzing and bubbling right through my chest until my head wants to float away from my body with the lightness of it all. I want to kiss you, to… touch you. Like my hands were made to touch your body. Like if I don’t kiss you soon, my head will burst.’

‘So what’s stopping you?’

Gabriel blinked. Luca peered up at him, a faint blush creeping across their cheeks.

‘Kiss me,’ Luca said. ‘Touch me, Gabriel.’

Dipping his head, that champagne lightness fizzing right through him, Gabriel claimed Luca’s mouth with his own. With a searing heat, his tongue swept into their mouth, a steady build of feeling that stirred something low in his belly. Gabriel found himself getting swept under, getting lost in it, gripping Luca by the hips and pulling them more flush against his bare chest. The intensity that built within him caught him by surprise — as did the sudden warmth of Luca’s palms pressing against his abs, stroking over his skin.

Gabriel jerked, feeling his muscles contract at their touch, feeling a delicious rush of heat that had him growing hard in his jeans.

Luca pulled back to gaze at him in question.

‘Is this okay?’

Gabriel lifted a hand to his kiss-swollen lips and nodded.

‘We can stop if you get uncomfortable,’ Luca said.

‘Okay,’ Gabriel breathed, barely trusting himself to speak.

He rubbed his thumbs in slow circles across Luca’s hips, dipping under the hem of their t-shirt to stroke along the warm skin beneath.

‘I’ve never, um,’ Gabriel’s breath hitched. ‘I’ve never really done this kind of thing before. Apart from what we did at the church, I guess.’

Luca grinned at the memory. ‘That’s okay. You’re in complete control here, Gabriel. We won’t do anything you don’t want to do.’

Gabriel bit his lip, smiling shyly. Nerves fluttered beneath his ribcage, a light, soaring uplift, at the same time as a heady arousal sunk down and coiled into his navel. Gabriel let the twining sensations wrap around him until he was alive with sensation.

‘I… do want to do things,’ he admitted. ‘With you.’

‘Do you want to keep going?’

‘Yeah.’

A pause, and then, holding his gaze, Luca slipped out of their t-shirt. Gabriel’s eyes danced across every inch of their skin.

‘Can I touch you?’ Luca said.

‘Yes.’

Luca’s eyes flicked down to the closure of Gabriel’s jeans. Back up to meet his gaze.

‘With my mouth?’ they asked, flicking open the top button of their own jeans and working them and their underwear both down their thighs.

Gabriel froze as a hot spike of desire seared down his spine.

‘Yes.’

A slow smile lit Luca’s face as they pulled Gabriel close for another kiss. He felt their hands slide along the flat of his abdomen again, dipping lower, felt the hot press of their erection against his body. Gabriel gasped into the kiss as Luca’s hands found his belt buckle.

The clinking of metal and leather was deafening in his ears, the slow shift of fabric all he could hear as Luca worked him free of his jeans. The first touch of their hands to his skin had his hips snapping forward, a sudden bright fullness in his chest he had to remind himself to breathe through.

He cupped the back of Luca’s head as they pressed their face into the crook of his neck and shoulder, their fingers trailing up and down his cock in light, slow caresses before they took him in hand and worked over his length.

Luca was touching him, Gabriel thought. Luca was touching his cock, Luca was jerking him off! Gabriel’s head spun. His muscles clenched with pleasure, turning to trembling iron as Luca trailed their hands down his thighs and sank down onto their knees before him.

Oh fuck, that’s right. He’d been so enraptured by the feeling of Luca’s hands on him, Gabriel had immediately forgotten what they’d asked to do. Fascinated, Gabriel watched as Luca flicked their tongue over the head of his cock. He jerked, hissing a breath… and then their kiss-wet lips closed over him.

Stars exploded behind Gabriel’s eyes.

Luca was slow and gentle as they took him in their mouth, fisting a hand at the base of his cock and taking a little more at a time. They pulled back to run their tongue along the underside of his dick, staring up at him with such trusting eyes that Gabriel felt his knees growing weak.

Swirling their tongue around him, Luca’s mouth sank down onto Gabriel’s cock, again, and again, and again, and a small part of him wondered if he’d actually died because surely nothing on earth could feel this good.

With trembling hands, Gabriel pushed Luca’s hair back, wanting to see everything.

‘You’re so beautiful,’ he whispered. ‘Oh my god, you’re incredible, Luca.’

Luca hummed happily around him, and Gabriel’s spine arched.

‘Wait,’ he gasped, feeling a heady rush of pleasure closing in on him fast.

Luca pulled back to give him space, their hand squeezing his thigh in reassurance. ‘Everything okay?’

‘Can we…’ Gabriel gestured back and forth between them, his words failing him. ‘Um… together? Can we—’

‘What do you want, gorgeous?’ Luca asked, rising and pressing a kiss to his chest. They shifted back until they were on the bed, dragging their fingertips down the length of Gabriel’s arm.

Luca propped themself up on an elbow, one leg bent at the knee, and the fingers that had been skimming along Gabriel’s hand dropped to wrap around the hardness of their cock. ‘Do you want to watch me? You want to masturbate together?’

They tilted their head back; the planes of their stomach, the fine bones in their wrist, every part of Luca looked all but carved in marble as they stroked their hand slowly over their length. They were art, they were magnificent. God, Gabriel hadn’t even known that doing this together was an option, but now that Luca said it, now that he was seeing it, it was a very, very good option.

One Gabriel filed away for later.

He wanted to watch Luca bring himself to pleasure right in front of him some time, but right now, it was his hands he wanted on Luca’s body.

Gabriel crawled onto the bed, kicking off his jeans the rest of the way, coming to nestle himself on the sheets next to Luca. He traced along the inside of their wrist before tugging their hand away and —with a surge of boldness that had him surprising even himself— brought it to rest on his own cock instead.

Gabriel swallowed. ‘Together like this. I want to touch you while you touch me.’

He held Luca’s hand there for a moment. The sight of them working over the length of his erection together was tantalising; his larger hand covering Luca’s smaller one; their fingers just barely able to close over his thickness. He guided Luca’s hand, pumping once, twice, and Luca made a low whine in the back of their throat. Leaning forward, Gabriel peppered a number of kisses along the line of Luca’s jaw. When he reached their mouth, he kissed them deeply at the same time as he took their cock in his hand.

Luca canted his hips forward into Gabriel’s touch, and for a time they simply explored one another with their hands and with their mouths; their touches indulgent and slow, their kisses deep and lazy. Gabriel luxuriated in each new sensation as Luca introduced him to it; the scrape of teeth against lips; the rasp of a tongue against a sharp jaw; the silken slide of skin against skin.

He froze when Luca’s body jolted under his touch, hissing out a breath that had Gabriel’s eyes growing wide.

‘Was that good or bad?’ he blurted.

‘Good, fuck, you’re so good, Gabriel. Can you do that again?’

Gabriel preened under the praise, the buttery warmth of Luca’s words chasing away some of his worry.

‘Uh… I’ve forgotten what I did now,’ Gabriel admitted with a little laugh. ‘I panicked.’

Luca stilled Gabriel’s hands, winding an arm over his shoulders to play through the soft curls at the nape of Gabriel’s neck.

‘Are you panicking because this is too much? Because we can stop whenever you want. I won’t get mad or upset or anything.’

‘No! No, that’s not what I meant, I just…’ Gabriel felt his face heat. ‘I want this to be good for you.’

Luca smiled at him softly, brushing a gentle kiss across Gabriel’s lips.

‘Anything you do will be good for me. I’ll tell you if I don’t like something, alright?’

‘Alright.’ Gabriel nodded, feeling more sure of himself. ‘Okay.’

‘And you’ll tell me?’

‘Yes.’

Between soft, murmured words and adoring caresses, any lingering nervousness Gabriel felt simply melted away. Every touch awoke something brilliant in him. Every kiss made him want more.

Luca shifted to straddle his hips, pressing against Gabriel’s chest until he reclined against the pillows. Their skin was dappled with hazy sunlight, and the way they peered down at him with such heated silk in their gaze made Gabriel think of Grecian baths; of grapes and olives; of sun-warmed skin and muscled warriors slipping out of their clothing to relax on a chaise lounge. The visions in his head were those of romance and luxury… and beauty.

Luca complimented him often enough, but the depth of meaning in their words hadn’t really registered until this very moment. Something clicked in Gabriel’s head and his heart stuttered a beat.

Luca looked at Gabriel like he was beautiful.

Above him, Luca gave him a slow grin. ‘What’s got you blushing, gorgeous?’

‘I adore you.’ Gabriel sighed the words as his heart swelled. ‘The things you do. The way you make me feel.’

That grin turned impish as Luca moved back. They nudged Gabriel’s thighs apart, making room for them to settle between his legs. ‘Yeah? Get ready to adore me even more, then.’

Lowering their head, Luca took him into their mouth.

Gabriel sucked in a breath, his spine locking as his eyes fluttered closed. God, but this felt divine. The wet heat of Luca’s mouth was almost torturous, it was exquisite agony; easing forward, they took more and more of his length into their mouth until Gabriel was almost buried to the hilt. He choked out a breath, wrenching his eyes back open. He wanted to see it all, feel it all. Gabriel looked down to find Luca staring back up at him, his cock all but down their throat.

Gabriel realised with a startling clarity just how much Luca had been holding back the first time. He’d been easing him into it, trying not to overwhelm him. Luca wasn’t showing any such restraint now. His gaze was intent as he sucked Gabriel’s dick, his cheeks hollowing out in a way that had Gabriel's breath coming in rapid pants.

‘Yes, Luca, god…’

Luca’s hand drifted down, their thumb working over the head of their own cock before intensifying into longer, determined strokes that matched the bob of their head as they brought Gabriel closer to his own release. It was easily the hottest thing Gabriel had ever seen.

Gabriel moaned, stroking a hand over Luca’s hair, trying to keep the bucking of his hips under control so he didn’t accidentally make them choke. His pleasure swelled like a tidal wave; the force of it was dizzying.

Oh, god, how was he supposed to finish? Was he meant to pull back out of their mouth? But then he’d probably make a mess all over Luca’s face…

A flicker of heat surged through him at that unexpectedly erotic image, and Gabriel moaned, his cock throbbing as Luca swirled their tongue over him. He couldn’t just… come on Luca’s face without asking! Gabriel’s chest heaved at the exertion of trying to hold himself together, but sensations Luca was drawing out of him were wild in their intensity, and he was close, so close—

‘In my mouth, Gabriel,’ Luca said, panting, clearly reading how close Gabriel was to slipping over the edge. They pulled back for a moment to gently sink their teeth into the delicate flesh of his inner thigh, before soothing the small hurt with a kiss. ‘I want you to come in my mouth.’

‘Oh god. Okay. Don’t stop, that feels incredible, that’s— Luca!’

One of Gabriel’s hands fisted in the sheets, his entire body singing beneath their touch. Luca moaned on his cock as their hand worked feverishly over their own, the vibrations igniting a whole new level of pleasure in Gabriel’s body — and then he was shattering, flying apart into a million pieces as he felt himself spill onto Luca’s tongue, his pleasure pulsing thick in their throat.

Luca groaned as Gabriel came, the tendons in their neck arching and taut as they found their own release a few moments after his. Inching back, they swallowed, their eyes turning blissful and hazy.

‘Oh my god,’ Gabriel gasped. ‘You’re beautiful. You’re so beautiful, you’re everything, Luca… oh, wow.’

Luca lapped softly at the head of Gabriel’s cock before pulling back to run their tongue over their lips, licking up every last trace of come that had spilled from the corner of their mouth. If he hadn’t been so thoroughly wrung out, Gabriel thought absently, the sight of Luca, half-lidded and spent and lapping up his come might well have pushed him over the edge a second time.

Luca crawled back up his body to drape himself over Gabriel’s chest, their cheek flushed and warm against his skin. His arm curved over their ribs, tracing the inked patterns as his heart hammered wildly behind his ribcage. There was little more he could do than stare, wide-eyed, at the ceiling, his head blissfully empty as he waited for his breath to even out.

Eventually, Gabriel became aware of Luca gazing down at him, quiet laughter on their face.

‘You back from wherever it is you just went?’ Luca tilted their head, laughing.

Caught up in a swell of affection, Gabriel started laughing too. ‘Heaven, I’m pretty sure?’

Luca smiled, bright and carefree. ‘Want to go there again?’

Gabriel’s answering smile was nothing short of feral. He had a feeling he was in for a long afternoon.

[box-dwelling]

So I wanted to make a pinned post compiling every post I've made that I have any intent at all to do anything with as a fan work.

Most of these are just drafts currently but as stuff gets released I'll edit this post and reblog with the news.

This post is long so the info will be under the cut but as a contents:

Franmaya Narumitsu Kids Au

Turnabout Orca

Ace Attorney DnD

Narumitsu Enjoying Art

Trucy V Kristoph

PTA Narumitsu

No Children Krisnix

Narumitsu Who Wait Too Long

Full Breakdown of My Plan For a Fic EU:

-Untitled Disbarment -Untiled Turnabout Trump Missing scenesand Fallout -Untitled Hell -Turnabout PTA -A Stray Turnabout -Turnabout Orca -A Christmas Turnabout -Untitled DnD -Turnabout Date -A Family Turnabout -The Perfect Wedding Turnabout -2 Bonus Fics

FranMaya Narumitsu Kids Au

Original post - full AU breakdown. Warning it's long

Ask about the Richards relationship to his sisters

Plan:

I'd love to do some fun comics. Maybe a fic but it would be a bitch to format as such. May become a series of drabbles instead

Current status:

No words on the page for fics. Ideas planned for comic but I'm really not happy with my art style at the moment and struggling to get someone drawn that I don't instantly hate and want to restart. Happy to take ideas to expand on this AU with questions

Turnabout Orca

Original post - Concept Breakdown

Additional post - Additional discussion of concept

Fic link

Plan:

Fic. A part of my larger series I have planned that I don't talk about that much here but separate enough to be posted on its own before the rest

Current Status:

Chapter 1 published. Chapter 2 needs edits but could honestly be posted whenever. I just keep procrastinating. I had ideas for a chapter 3 when playing this case but don't remember what it was so I'd need to replay the case.

Ace Attorney DnD

Original post - Character role breakdown

Character sheets

Plan:

A spin off midquel of a fic within my extended fic universe

Current status:

Ugh. So. I have a Klapollo Christmas fic within the previously mentioned extended fic series. There are 4 fics I need to post first or else it will make no sense.

The fic itself has a good amount written but is not finished but I probably could write the remaining scenes pretty easily. I would love to post this at Christmas but erm. We'll see.

I could cut down the previous references and just have it all be out of order as I post.

The first fic is a good good way done.The second is short sweet and basically done. The forth is a short sweet fluff fic that's not got too much written yet but should be easy enough to bang out. The third one is a complete god damn shitshow that I'm really unhappy with at the moment. I want to rearrange a tone of stuff before I post it. There's some stuff in there I adore. Then there's other stuff I hate and want to cut out immediately but can't because the stuff I like its currently dependant on it. It's got no coherent structure. There's a million things I want to cover in it but not over riding theme. A lot of the later stuff hinges on events in this one so I can't just completely kill it. It's overstuffed and just a complete Trainwreck. I recognize that what I post doesn't have to be good and this is a fan space but I genuinely don't want to put this out there in this state. Like to explain what a state it's in its currently dealing with a mirror to FmT, sibling reveal, setting up Klapollo, Manfred's execution, Narumitsu proposal, another thing on this list, AJ fallout, and Edgeworth's promotion and very very little connective tissue between these concepts.

This is relevent because the DND fic is kind of a midquel to said Christmas fic so need to come out after it.

Idk guys Christmas sounds a little too optimistic. I may post the Christmas fic very very late.

Narumitsu Enjoying Art

Original post - concept breakdown

Plan

Included in a part of one of the fics in the extended fic universe

Current status

Hey so remember what I just said about the third fic having a planned segment for another point in this list. Suprise guess which one it was. This one. So yeah development hell. I've not even written that part yet because even opening that doc demoralises me. Will it be in the end product? I literally have no fucking clue. It's linked in with the FmT mirror segment which is the most likely to get the axe and also the hardest to fucking cut so just ugh.

Trucy V Kristoph

Original post - beginnings of concept

Extended post on this idea - concept breakdown

Plan:

Finally, its own thing. A multi chapter canon divergence fic

Current status:

Honestly doing pretty well. I've got like 3 chapters written but am struggling to know where to go from where I am. Kind of on hiatus but I could also just post what I have so far and then have it be a more public hiatus.

PTA Narumitsu

Original post - concept discussion

Plan

Fic. Similar to Turnabout Orca in that it fits within the canon of the extended fic universe and may get plonked in there as a series but works as a stand alone

Current status:

One scene written. I have ideas but it's a hard one to get motivated to write. I love the concept but it's just not the document I instinctively open up.

No Children Krisnix

Original post- lyric by lyric scene description

Link to homeforall's own version of said idea

Plan

Animatic

Current status

I have done a handful of scenes but I'm having the same issue I was with the Au comic. I just need my art to be a bit better to feel comfortable.

Narumitsu Who Wait Too Long

Proper concept breakdown

Related prior post

Plan:

It's own fic as its own thing but also a general feeling and concept I try to bring in whenever I write 7yg stuff

Current status:

A brief scene written as its own thing though I may change it to go a different way because I have being think about it more. Also a theme I have in the first of the extended fic universe stories

Aforementioned extended fic universe

Ok so this one is more complicated because I don't really have posts for it but I did want to break it down for me and for future reference.

1: Untitled: Disbarment

Concept:

Begins with some small stuff during the trilogy, Choosing death, forbbien hospital scene and what not but is primarily about Phoenix's disbarment. Narumitsu fic mainly but there's a good deal of Franmaya and also some deeply toxic Krisnix.

Status:

A lot written but missing a lot of connective tissue and I want to put in some fluff padding at points. Also there's probably a smut scene or two that I want to write but have been putting off.

2: Untitled- Turnabout Trump Missing Scenes and Fallout

Concept:

Kind of tieing some loose ends from the last fic with some headcaons I have about this case in particular. Short. Probably a one shot. Could be an epilogue to the previous but I think will be worth publishing as its own thing.

Status:

Basically done. Need to be published in order.

3: Untitled Hell

Concept:

After Turnabout succession Phoenix goes to Europe with Edgeworth and Trucy and Apollo stay behind to take a case. When Apollo is writing up his journal notes from the Misham Trial they look through Phoenix's paper work to clear up some loose ends and find out a lot they didn't know. Meanwhile stuff gets more and more out of hand in Europe

Status:

Already said. Absolute hell.

4: Turnabout PTA

Concept:

When Edgeworth gets promoted to Chief Procecutor, Phoenix takes him to the PTA to show off. Chaos ensues

Status:

Already said. This and turnabout Orca are the only ons before the Christmas Turnabout that doesn't have to be posted before it. This one could probably come out on its own but it's best after the 3rd fic

5: A Stray turnabout

Concept:

Short sweet fluff fic. Athena meets her Boss's fiance. Edgeworth worried about Trucy's grades. Phoenix adopts a stray puppy. Apollo gets to subject the agency to one of his special interests

Status:

Like half written and the other half is inmy brain. It's just not been a priority.

6: Turnabout Orca

Concept:

Turnabout reclaimed from Edgeworth's perspective

Status:

Already said. Will be posted when it's posted.

7: A Christmas Turnabout

Concept:

Just after the end of dual destinies, Apollo invites Klavier to the Wright-Edgeworth Christmas party given that his previous plus one is now dead. It's the obligatory Klavier joins the found family and gets "forgiven" (read: realised he was never blamed I'm the first place) for Phoenix's disbarment fic that I always eat up. Also dealing with the fallout of DD and Clays death and Klavier's fallout after AJ. Big ensemble cast. Angst and fluff.

Status:

Solid half way done

7.5 Untitled DnD

Concept:

Some for the cast are bored and unable to sleep on Christmas Eve so Trucy runs a Christmas one shot for their DnD party.

The idea for this was that all the family members have a DnD character but it's kind of expected that not everyone can always make it. So it's an induction for Klavier and Simon into the fold by making their characters and joining in. The players for this fic are Klavier, Apollo, Simon, Athena, Kay, Pearl and Sebastian. Maya, Phoenix, Ema and Edgeworth all also have characters but aren't present for the game for reasons that make sense in context.

Status:

Already said

8: Turnabout Date

Concept:

A direct sequel to A Christmas Turnabout taking place a day or so after that one leaves off. Klavier has asked Apollo on a dated to an intimidatingly fancy restaurant.

Meanwhile as the anniversary of DL6 draws closer Edgeworth ends up giving up and giving the prosecutors office a holiday break until the New Year. In turn Phoenix gives the WAA the time off too given the stress of the last week. Both offices decide to help their respective idiot in love prepare for the date. Though the weird girls of Maya and Kay end up on the opposite of their usual sides as Phoenix needs requests the aid of everyone's favourite great thief and Maya get caught up in the chaos after an attempt to seduce her girlfriend.

Status:

About a third written. I'm really really fond of this one though.

9: A Family Turnabout

Concept:

A pair of ghosts from Phoenix's past turn up on the agency door all related to Athena's most recent case. A poisoning in a tea shop that she herself witnessed.

Tensions are high as more than one Wright family member's life hang in the balance. As Phoenix's mental state grows slowly more unstable, his relationship with his daughter is put to the test.

While Athena and Apollo butt heads about how much their powers are to be trusted and ask they begin to learn more and more about the mysterious group the victim and defendant belong to, Phoenix's protegee are forced to ask serious questions about what justice really means and if the WAA's tactics in court are really moral and safe.

Status:

Hey idk if you can tell. This is my favourite. If I could just post this and focus on it I would. Unfortunately it needs a lot of fucking context. Stuff that's fine to just be explained to a reader who knows they can learn more in other available fics but will sound insane if not. How much is written. A whole lot. The stuff that's missing is the case fic stuff but I know exactly what I'm doing with that now so it just needs to be properly written out. There's probably a few posts I could have linked to put this bad boy on the mentioned works in progress section but that would probably spoil it a bit and I don't want to do that.

10: A Perfect wedding Turnabout

Concept:

Narumitsu wedding. Big old ensemble piece. Stuff will get crazy but I don't want to spoil anything. But those two could never have a normal wedding come on.

Status:

This was like the 3rd fic is started writing and well. It shows. I don't love how a lot of it reads. I want to rewrite a tone. But there is a lot already on the page. The other 2 I wrote this early were a very early draft of the first fic which has been revised enough to be fixed and then the 3rd fic which is the bane of my existence. I like the plot concept I have. But I worry about the prose. When I wrote this is had been a long ass while since I'd tried to write a big cast like this and it fucking shows. Also just the character voice is off. It's kind of expositiony. It's not as unsalvageable as 3 it's just not there yet.

2 Bonus fics

Status:

Completely unwritten

Concept:

I kind of want to do a narumitsu fluff fic of them buying a house together and putting up furniture after 3 and I wouldn't mind a reunion faraskye fic before 3. But the benefit of me having written nothing and having planned nothing is that they have no vital link to the others so they can just be punished whenever and I'll say where they are in the timeline.

[bandomgay]

hi, can you tell us a bit about the superhero au you mentioned in the tags? is miles in it? (you don't have to, no pressure! just curious :)

YIPPIE I'm gonna explode thank u for asking ERMMMM well

Okay so it's a milex fic

Miles is a hero/vigilante he's known pretty much everywhere but like when kinda ass at it not in bad guy type of way he's just genuinely always getting hurt but he's always sacrificing himself to save others and his power is pretty much if you know black bolt from marvel it's that his scream/voice is deadly and his can manipulate sound waves as well which includes his own voice cool things like making his voice only show up in certain frequencies so certain people or radio stations can only hear it on tune into it also debating letting him be able to do things like banshee from the x men , using to be able to fly even and he looks like jumpsuit coup de grace era and his suit looks like the jumpsuit but of course more superhero practical it keeps that dark blue with the white/pink lines with the makeup to! Like a mask! those hand wraps he had in that fitness video

, miles also has a team which is the mk band as you know Victoria (speedster) , Dom(mind reader, telepath) and Nathan (super strength)

(they r so cute....)

And Alex now I'm still very conflicted on making Alex humbug era because I don't know how I feel about that age difference even though their both adults I know? But however in my Alex does look exactly like humbug Alex maybe a more grown up version idk use ur imagination here

HFHGHGHF but he doesn't just look like humbug Alex cause he's a pretty princess it's actually because of humbug eras themes of being psychedelic,angsty and shrouded in mystery which is very much this Alex so now to the part u probably wanna hear about his power Alex is basically on his jean grey shit rn...like give that boy an Aspirin PLEASE lmao he's telepathic and telekinetic/psychokinetic and it's made him reclusive but when he begins to hear miles voice for months on end he kinda gets a little obsessed with him he's linked to him and he knows fuck all of how to deal with his powers so he's just always spying on him he feels bad about it but he can't really stop it, miles is unaware of this though he is in pursuit of other powered beings to help out with what his team mate Dom says might be an enemy looming over the earth he finds Alex out , there's a difference between Dom and Alex powers though where Dom is purely mind linking and mind reading can hyperfocus into feelings and such Alex' is much more abstract, psychedelic and possibly dangerous like he can't tell whether his dreams are dreams or these things are really happening to people ,questioning wether he's ever hurt someone and why does miles want or even need him and this looming pressure increases Alex' abilities for the worst making him unstable but it seems miles is the only one that can quell him...it does it crazier but like I won't spill it I ever like decide to post it...

I'm still developing the rest of the monkeys but a certain post may have just helped alleviate that block of what I want the rest of the monkeys powers to be because I've brainstormed some Matt scenes but the rest are yet to come also I'm thinking pyro powers Matt , earth/nature oriented powers Nick and water powers jamie , though I had something accuracy focused (like bullseye from marvel or Diego from the umbrella academy) still in mind for either Matt or Jamie idk...yet (Jamie throwing knives...sorry I didn't mean to MOAN like that...)

ERM here's a little drabble/scene as a bonus

[pixie88]

Morning Pixie 🌞

I have noticed you have used Ana for two of your face claims. On reading both stories, Ellie and Alana have a type bad boys.

But what do you think sets Dean and Adam apart?

What do they love most about her?

Is there a trait both men have?

Would you ever do a cross-over?

I appreciate your work 🩷

Hey Anon, sorry it's taken me so long to reply to this...I'm not on here much atm 🤦‍♀️

First of thank you so much for taking the time to read not just one but both fics especially when there are 4 for A&E 💜

But also sorry because if you have recently read series one of A&E I'm currently editing it from first person to third and I've not finished yet 😅

Please correct me if you think I'm wrong my brain is fried right now so I can't remember half the stuff I have written for these couples 😘

What sets Dean and Adam apart?

Adam is a solicitor and Dean is a mechanic 🤣 sorry I'm trying to think what sets them apart 🤦‍♀️ different taste in music? 🤣 Sorry I can't think of any 🤦‍♀️ they have the same taste in women 🤣 Adam has kept a secret for Ellie that could land her in prison, Dean hasn't made a big deal of Alana sleeping with Issac weeks before they confessed their feelings 💜

What do they love most about her?

Dean - Alana: She calls him out from day one, she's been through so much, but she still doesn't let it stop her. She can read him like a book, she's kind and stands up for what's right even if it means someone she loves will get hurt *coughs* Simon and Fifi!

Adam - Ellie: Her independence, she's the kind of girl that wants a man but doesn't need one to support her. The fact when she went through PND she still pretended like everything was fine because she didn't want anyone to see how weak she was.

Is there traits they both have?

Hmm... they both have similar traits. Obviously they both will do anything to protect their family and friends.

Dean warn off....oh wait I don't think I posted that chapter yet 🤫🫢 well Dean obviously punched Simon after warning him already not to lay hands on Alana.

Adam, he warned off Laura....for a while until Ellie put an end to her. Even before they were dating he caught her falling from a ladder and from Laura's venomous tongue.

Would I ever do a cross over?

Of these two? Erm I'm not sure to be honest, I wouldn't know how to work that considering they have the same FC, but I did do a scene cross over with my original fic Always the Bridesmaid and A&E. I can't remember how but I know I did it 🤣

Thanks for the ask lovely 😍

@secretaryunpaid @aussieez @munstysmind @palmaviolet @gloriousalmondvoiddreamer @reallyloudstudent @daisychainsem

[lunelicmoone]

20 Questions For Fanfic Writers!

tagged by @nononameme07 !!

1: How many works do you have on Ao3?

7!! which makes sense tbh. i technically would have 8, but i deleted one lmao

2: What's your total Ao3 word count?

15,016!

3: What fandoms do you write for?

dsmp! i wanna do more qsmp fics, but the motivation is at an all time low 😣

4: Top five fics by kudos?

could've been one lonely night (just like the others) 

funny thing that statement changed today (good thing that I'm forgiving) 

'cause it's not romantic (i swear) 

don't usually swoon (but i'm over the moon) 

be my reliever (cause I don't self medicate) 

5: Do you respond to comments? Why/Why not?

ALWAYS ALWAYS!! i love getting comments on my things and everyone's usually so sweet so ^^

6: What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

uhhhh i think 'cause it's not romantic (i swear) has the angstiest,,??

7: What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

could've been one lonely night (just like the others) is probably the happiest in terms of like. sweetness? i guess??

8: Do you get hate on fics?

uhhhh not yet at least! hopefully never cause i'll cry

9: Do you write smut?

absolutely not 🙅‍♀️ the farthest i'll go is like. dirty jokes and suggestive flirting, but the mere thought of writing smut makes me full-body cringe 😭😭 not to say that people who do are bad!! i just cannot personally do it

10: Do you write crossovers?

i would love to! im in many fandoms, so that would be fun to do ^^

11: Have you ever had a fic stolen?

i don't. think so? hopefully not? i usually post all of my fic links on here, so it would probably be a little hard to

12: Have you ever had a fic translated?

i haven't! but it would be so cool too! (take this as a stamp of approval for any future reference lmao)

13: Have you ever co-written a fic before?

no :(( but again! would be very cool!

14: What's your all-time favorite ship?

stares at you normally. any form of tntduo (except for the obvious)

15: What's the WIP you hope to finish but doubt you ever will?

erm. kicks rock,,, do you want a list?

16: What are your writing strengths?

dialogue 100%.

17: What are your writing weaknesses?

transition scenes and conclusions are. tough. very very very tough

18: Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

i haven't yet, but i do want to! being part latina (puerto rican. if you even care) i know the tiniest amount of spanish just from my grandma using them to substitute english words (compra, sala, you get it)

19: First fandom you wrote for?

ever? aphmau. its probably still up on my old wattpad account lmao

20: Favorite fic you've ever written?

my most underrated fic, maybe they'll leave you alone (but not me) and i wish i didn't let go (but i guess someday i'd have to)! they are very good ones (go read them go read them go read them go re)

um oh god im nervous uhhhh for tags i will tag my good mutual @accursed-worm and my other good mutual @crimebeach !! (no pressure of course :3)

[kristiliqua]

wowie thats a lot of new followers peepoSmile . what is up losersssss welcome to the club :) or something

mkay well . erratic update: i have drawn so much of taz!wilbur . simply had the thought of “oh man what if i made him half elf and half tiefling to match tommy” and went crazy (he used to be half elf half human bee tee double you) /hj . so i have a couple of drawings that i’ll post later maybe , shrug

and Yes no need to worry , i am still planning on doing (writing) that fucking taz au . i am not abandoning that idea , aint no way in hell (boy do i just wanna write one shot esque shit about specific scenes i Really wanna write and just leave it at that . not writing the in between parts that r important for build up but boring to write compared to the Cool Shit . but NO i will resist the urge and pull thru , fuck it we ball)

i also published another very short one shot fic scratches head . its just some dark crimeboys idk idk ,, my ao3 is kristiliqua if u wanna read , smile

anyway eeeeeaaaaaa aaaaa lich wilbur !!!! lich wilbur having funky veins n shit on his black silhouette form (im not making the liches skeletons that is So fucking hard to draw n not as fun for designs) bc he died from silver point poison aaAAAAA !!! the idea of liches having features from their latest death depending on how they died mmmmmmmmm yessir

blinks at you with my dehydrated eyes . i have been avoiding twitter like the plague idek why i am just . not ready to go back yet . so here i am on tumblr , about to post this and disappear until i post those lil drawings . i am so ia on social media 🫶 not even going outside either smh

it is two (2) am . i am going tooooo Sleep .! bedge goodnight buenas noches ummm erm other sayings for going to sleep . i am eepy

[ickle-ronniekins]

black & white

request: from nonnie: ASDFGhjkl. Why are your fics so CUTE? 😭 Can I request a cute and cheesy George proposing to the fem!reader—and they’re wedding? 💜

desc: a love story unfolded via a timeline of events and colors. based on the song ‘black and white’ by niall horan

pairing: george x fem!reader

word count: 5.5k

warning(s): lil bit of angst, alcohol, some sexual content if you squint but it stops before things ~heat up~

A/N: this is just pure fluff. may or may not have cried at the cheesiness. idk. i’m a cheesy gal. can’t help it. i’m in love with a fictional character. sorry i went a tad overboard with this. also let’s pretend ~voldy~ doesn’t exist in this k? reminder that my requests are currently closed, i am merely working through the requests already in my inbox. i do not give permission for my work to be posted on any other platform.

Red

Red, hot fury swept through your bones as you watched him laugh hysterically alongside his brother. You balled your fists together, ready to throw a punch, but you knew your mum would lock you in your room until you were forty years of age if you even thought of throwing hands.

George Weasley was a pretentious little git. It was bad enough that he was your neighbour and you had to see him and his equally annoying twin in the village nearly every day, but what made it even worse was that for whatever reason, he’d chosen you to be on the receiving end of all of his pranks. His mother, Molly, was not for it -- she often gave her sons a solid tongue lashing, but it clearly never made an impact, for each and every day they were back to their normal mischief, seeking out ways to make you shake with anger.

“Weasley!” you squeaked as he and his brother ran back across the field toward their home. You loathed the idea of being in the same school as him in just two years time. At least here, at home, you could escape to your own house and your own room, far away from the boy who teasingly threw a red paint balloon all over you and your new dress. But at school, well -- the castle was only so big, wasn’t it? You weren’t sure how far away from him you’d be able to get.

You watched as he and Fred ran away, their giggles echoing through the air on top of the hill. You looked down at your ruined dress and screamed. You reckoned you’d never be able to love the colour red ever again -- not when it had ruined your beautiful purple dress, and especially when it was the colour of his annoying, messy hair.

Yellow

“I’m really sorry.”

He was standing across from you in the field. You thought about telling him that you needed to take four showers in order to get all of the red paint from your hair, and that your dress was permanently stained, but instead you folded your arms across your chest and huffed a bit. Not even magic could salvage it.

“I promise, I mean it,” he squeaked, as if he could read your mind. He seemed sincere, but he was always getting into all types of trouble, wasn’t he? Perhaps he was as good a liar as he was a pranker.

You kicked at the dirt, unsure of what to say. “You ruined my dress.”

“I know, I’m really sorry,” he said again, “it was all Freddie’s doing! I know he normally takes charge of pranks, but blimey, I told him it wasn’t a good idea.”

You arched your eyebrows up in surprise. “You did?”

“Yeah,” George told you. The wind ruffled the leaves on the tree next to you both, and you watched him tentatively as a big smile split his face. He wandered over to the tree trunk and picked at the flowers that were growing at the base. Then he turned around, marched right over to you, and handed them to you.

Yellow dandelions. You peered down at them, and then looked up at him in surprise. This wouldn’t fix your dress, but he was trying, at least. You noticed the dimples that appeared on his cheeks when he smiled. “Pretty flowers for a pretty girl.”

You couldn’t help it; you blushed and looked toward the ground. You picked a bit at the flowers and met George’s gaze once again. “You still owe me, Weasley.”

You both heard Molly calling him for dinner. “Okay, mum!” he called back, his voice echoing against the wind. He turned back toward you. “Promise. I owe you. I also promise to kick Fred’s arse since it was his idea anyway.”

A squeak of a giggle emitted from your lips and you watched as George Weasley skipped all the way home.

Blue

All of Ravenclaw house erupted into cheers as the colours of the Great Hall changed to celebrate the momentous occasion of your house winning the Quidditch Cup. It had been a neck to neck match against Gryffindor, but had you not caught the snitch before Harry, they would have had it in the bag for the third year in a row.

“At the risk of sounding like I’m pro Ravenclaw, I’ve got to say, you guys put up a great match,” you whirled around in the crowd and saw George standing in front of you. He had his hands in his pockets and he shrugged, clearly upset at a Gryffindor loss, but at least they hadn’t lost to Slytherin, right? “You really are a wicked Seeker.”

“Thanks, Weasley,” you said triumphantly, both pleased with yourself for winning but also feeling a little bit guilty for beating Gryffindor.

“When did you get so good anyway?”

“Hmm,” you placed your hand to your chin and pretended to be deep in thought, “do you mean, how did I get to be so incredible? I don’t have an answer for you, truthfully, reckon I was just born with it.”

Students filtered around you both, and you watched him laugh as blue confetti fell around the both of you and the rest of the Great Hall. Personally you thought it was a little much, but the captain had insisted. You met George’s gaze again though, and rolled your eyes.

“Oi, mate,” you heard Fred call. He reached his twin and threw an arm around his shoulders, “what’re you doing over here, conversing with the enemy?” You rolled your eyes yet again, something you found yourself doing quite often with the two of them, and Fred just grinned obnoxiously at you. “Only joking, Y/N. I suppose if anyone had to beat us, we’re glad it’s Ravenclaw. But if you repeat that, we’ll deny it, I swear to Merlin.”

“My lips are sealed, Freddie.”

You bid them both adieu before turning back to your house, celebrating and clinking your goblets of pumpkin juice together, and through the yelps and the cheers, you missed George say to Fred that he actually quite liked the way the Great Hall looked, all decorated in blue.

Orange

“How about you get to work on the ground Unicorn horn, and I’ll try and get this water crystalized?” you offered.

Today’s lesson was to brew the Oculus Potion, in the event any of you ever needed to restore someone’s sight. In an attempt to separate them, Snape had paired George with you and Fred with another Ravenclaw who didn’t look happy at all at the prospect of having him as her partner. You peered over the cauldron at George and said, “No worries. We’ve only got thirteen steps. I reckon if we keep at this without any distractions, we’ll be finished before the rest of class.”

“Better get cracking, then,” George replied.

The two of you worked in comfortable silence; you tensed a few times when Snape meandered by your table, peering down into your cauldron and scoffing, for you were certain that an attempt at any type of potion would never live up to his unrealistic expectations of two sixteen-year-olds.

A little while later, you realized that the heat emitting from all of the cauldrons was making the entire classroom incredibly warm. “Blimey, could he open a bloody window, or something?” you asked, ignoring the fact that there were absolutely no windows in the dungeons. George laughed and continued to add the crystalized water into your cauldron as you pulled your sweater over your head, leaving you in your white button down and blue and grey tie. You pulled your hair back off of your neck and said, “Alright, be sure to only add the water until it turns indigo, George.”

The poor lad hadn’t been paying attention, because your potion was far past indigo at this point. In fact, it looked as though it had turned a deep, navy blue, bordering on black, as George peered at you with soft eyes and continued to pour in the crystalized water, not realizing that he was messing up your carefully brewed potion. A snapping noise pulled him from his thoughts, and a slight explosion erupted from your cauldron and caused black smoke to cover George’s face and hair.

Most of the class began to laugh, but Snape angrily shushed them and sauntered over to the two of you, clearly giddy beyond belief that he was able to deduct points from both of your houses for causing such a ruckus in his precious dungeons. George wiped a bit of the soot from his forehead as you poured in the antidote and giggled.

“Merlin, I’m sorry -- didn’t mean to get points taken from your house.”

“Eh, it was bound to happen sooner or later.. don’t worry about it. Look! Good as new,” you clapped your hands together as the potion turned to the desired shade of orange before the final two steps. You met George’s look through the orange haze over your cauldron and asked him, “What had you so distracted anyway, Weasley?”

“Oh, erm -- nothing,” he replied a bit quickly. It didn’t go unnoticed how he’d stumbled over his words and immediately went back to looking rather intently at the directions. You bit back a smile and looked back down at yours too, unable to rid yourself of the nerves bubbling up inside of you as George looked up once again, stealing glances at you through the orange mist as nerves overtook him, too.

Green

“You had no right to do that! What the bloody hell were you thinking?”

George was standing across from you on the empty dance floor; the Yule Ball had ended abruptly and each and every student had filtered from the Great Hall and back to their respective dormitories, per the teachers. The two of you had managed to stay somehow, now more than ten feet away; you looked at one another with envy as a dramatic scene unfurled between you both.

The entire night had been nothing but a dream, up until that one dance. You’d waltzed in, your light green dress swaying beautifully near your ankles, your hand wrapped around your date’s arm. You waved to your friends, who stood with their respective dates as well, and promised yourself you’d catch up with them at the end of the night when you’d undoubtedly have stories to tell them of the most magical evening of your life.

Except that wasn’t how it worked out, had it?

“He was all over you!” George called, and you noticed how prominent the veins in his hands were when he threw them up in the air. “You said no, didn’t you? He asked you to come back to his dorm and you’d said no. Did you expect me to stand there and do nothing when he grabbed your wrists and tried to pull you there?”

George was right. You had said no, and truthfully, the way your date had grabbed you and attempted to drag you back to his room had really frightened you. You reckoned it was the firewhisky he’d drunk earlier that evening -- he wasn’t violent or anything, but he seemed desperate to get you there. All George had done was step in and stand up for you, so why on earth should you be angry at him?

You didn’t want to give George the satisfaction of letting him know that he was right. You were mad at him for other reasons, anyway. It should’ve been you that he asked to the ball, not that other disturbingly annoying Beauxbatons girl. It’s like he’d picked her particularly because he knew her annoying, bubbly personality and thick French accent would get right under your skin.

You softened a bit as you took a deep breath. “I appreciate what you did, George, but it wasn’t your place. I can take care of myself. He nearly knocked you right out!”

George winced at your words and brought a hand to his black and blue eye. He hadn’t even had the time to grab some ice and place it to the injury, and it was now rather swollen. “I don’t care if he knocked me to the bloody ground, I wasn’t going to let him do that to you!”

You couldn’t help it; anger took you over and you were saying things you shouldn’t have before you could second guess yourself. “Well you know what, George? Perhaps he wouldn’t have had the chance to try anything with me if you’d just bloody asked me to the ball first instead of that stuffy Beauxbatons girl!”

You knew your words hurt him, but you didn’t care. He looked as though he’d gotten the wind knocked out of him; he stepped backward and faltered a bit. His breathing became heavy and irregular. “You already had your date when I asked her, Y/N -- don’t you dare try and pin this on me.”

He was right, yet again. You couldn’t help it. Big, fat tears were falling down your face now and you reckoned you wouldn’t be able to salvage the rest of the hideousness that was this evening. You wiped your tears with the back of your hand and noticed the smears of black mascara and eyeliner on your skin. He inched forward now and opened his arms, but you backed away, still not ready to show him any affection.

You were being a git, but the truth was, you’d waited until the very last possible second for George to ask you to the ball. So when he didn’t, you begrudgingly agreed to the Hufflepuff who’d stepped forward and asked you himself. And as you walked swiftly passed George and up the steps to your common room, you realized that though you’d said yes, your heart had been with the Weasley boy you so adored the entire evening.

In truth, what he’d done was brave and full of love and passion. But you were still filled with hurt.

The green monster of jealousy that you’d felt when you’d watched him dance with his date was such a vice, but you just couldn’t help how you felt.

You left George alone in the desolate Great Hall as he let his head fall into his hands, pushing down his fury and tears.

Grey

You hadn’t gone back to him, that boy from the Yule Ball. You thought about it, but you figured you’d spare George more anger.

He’d approached you, your date, the day afterwards, apologizing profusely for his behaviour and how embarrassed he was at the whole ordeal. He’d asked you for lunch, only if you were okay, and you politely declined. “Friends,” you’d said, and he smiled pitifully, but gratefully, and took your hand in his to shake it.

It was so stupid, wasn’t it? Fighting with George over this. So he hadn’t asked you to the Yule Ball, so what? It wasn’t the end all, be all, was it? And he’d stood up for you, hadn’t he? When things had gotten a little out of control. He hadn’t been your date, but he had been your saviour.

It had only been a week since the dance and you two hadn’t said a word to one another. Fred had begged you too. “Come on, Y/N, you know he’s real sorry. Can’t you just forgive him? Blimey, it’s a right difficult thing to do, splitting my time between you both.”

You merely pressed your lips together and huffed. “He can come apologize to me himself, Fred. He doesn’t need you to do it for him.”

But later that afternoon, you figured, why wait? This whole thing was so dramatic and stupid. And so after rereading the same page eight times due to your lack of concentration, you jumped up from your chair in the Ravenclaw common room and made way toward the Great Hall, as fast as your legs could carry you. You were just going to tell him exactly that -- that this entire thing was dumb, and that you were thankful for him, and that bloody hell, you missed him. Perhaps it was a bit dramatic -- it had only been six days, right? You couldn’t help it. You missed him. You missed him a lot.

The thought of finally speaking to him after a very dramatic week apart made your heart flutter, and a very wide smile split your face just as you were about to round the last bend before the Great Hall.

And then you saw it. Them. Tucked away in a corner near a deserted classroom -- tangled together, George’s hands on her waist, hers in his long red hair. Her lips nearly on his. Smiling, giggling. Kissing him.

That bloody annoying Beauxbatons girl.

You stopped short and nearly tripped over your own two feet. You opened your mouth to speak but just let your mouth tremble in silence as you watched them snog one another. Her laugh was so painfully sugary sweet, you felt as though you’d like to rip your own hair out.

You were surprised how quickly the sight of them had sent your heart plummeting into your stomach. Somewhere in the few moments when you stood there in shock, your vision had become blurry and your face had become wet. You wiped at it with your sweater sleeve and sniffled quietly so they wouldn’t hear you. You spun on your heel and sped back toward your common room, wondering what the bloody hell had come over you when you thought of apologizing to him. You just wanted to get back to your dorm. Or perhaps back to your house in Ottery St. Catchpole. Stupid, silly girl you were.

If only you knew that George had spotted you before you’d left and froze solid in the spot he was standing, ignoring the forwardness of the Beauxbatons girl attached to his arm, his heart and mind chasing you all the way home.

Purple

The Ravenclaw common room was completely empty except for you. You always did this, though -- each and every year, you were always the last to finish packing. Not because you were a procrastinator, but because you hated admitting to yourself that another year was over, and you were another year closer to impending graduation.

Someone popped through the door and said your name softly. You turned and saw George standing there with a small smile on his face. “Hey,” he said, “train’s here. You almost ready to go?”

You groaned and looked back down at your trunk, now fully packed. “If I’ve got to be.” You felt like an absolute idiot that those few words brought tears to your eyes so easily. “Oi, here I go again.”

George laughed lightly and pulled you into a hug. “We’ll be back in no time, you’ll see again how quickly the summer holidays go.”

“But George, it’s our last year!” you cried. And then you took a deep breath to calm yourself down, because you didn’t fancy the idea of boarding the train with smudged makeup and a red nose. “Anyway, shall we?”

When you grabbed your trunk and headed toward the door, George gently took your hand in his and turned you around. “I’ve got something for you actually.”

You wiggled your eyebrows at him and clapped your hands together. “A present? It’s not even my birthday.”

But then you wondered if it was actually a present he wanted to give you, because he took your other hand in his and squeezed them, a serious look on his face. Your features twisted into that of confusion, and you’d be lying if you said that your heartbeat didn’t increase at the sight of him looking at you so earnestly. “What is it?”

“I’ve been a real git this year. Specifically, the Yule Ball. And a little while after that.”

You laughed and playfully shoved him. Though you still felt the sting of those few weeks, you two had managed to patch things up. He hadn’t lasted that long with that Beauxbatons girl anyway. “George, we’ve been over this, c’mon -- you were only doing what you thought was right. I’ve forgiven you, you know.”

“I know,” he smiled, and you could tell that he was equally as glad as you were that you two had placed that argument behind you. But what you two hadn’t touched on since then was what you’d said to him in a fit of fury: Perhaps he wouldn’t have had the chance to try anything with me if you’d just bloody asked me to the ball first instead of that stuffy Beauxbatons girl!

Of course he’d wanted to ask you. He’d wanted to ask you more than anything in the entire world, but each and every time he’d opened his mouth to say something, he couldn’t. Bloody nerves, and all that. Then he went and acted like a prat, making you cry, and he vowed to himself that he’d never make you cry again, unless it were happy tears.

“I realized I’ve never properly made it up to you -- not asking you to the the Yule Ball in the first place, and that time when we were nine.”

You raised your eyebrows suspiciously. “When we were nine? What the bloody hell happened when we were nine?”

And then he pulled from his pocket the most beautiful lavender pendant you ever did see. The circular stone was outlined in the same silver as the chain, and the sun flooding in from the windows made it sparkle more than anything you’d ever seen in your life. Your breath caught in your throat and you looked back and forth from the necklace to George, and back again.

“I ruined your purple dress, remember?” he asked you. He laughed a bit, probably thinking about the ridiculous way you’d looked with red paint splattered all over you. You couldn’t believe he remembered that. “Now, it’s not a dress, but seeing as we’ve grown up a bit since then, I reckoned you’d prefer something a little nicer.” He swallowed over a lump in his throat before continuing. “I never fancied her, you know. That girl from Beauxbatons. I just...” he trailed off, searching for words he couldn’t seem to muster up. You wondered if he could hear the dramatic thump of your heart, beating loudly in the heavy silence. “It doesn’t matter. It was you I wanted to be with that night, and long after. I still do.”

Then he brushed aside your hair and placed the pendant around your neck. You peered at him through blurry vision, and surprised yourself that you were now crying due to the tenderness of his touch and the emotion in his gift and not that you two were about the board the train and leave school, no longer the same two people you were just a few moments ago.

You did the only thing you could think of and you threw your arms around his neck and kissed him. You felt his shock, but it took him only mere milliseconds before he was kissing you back. In truth, you’d been wondering what it would feel like to kiss him -- the taste of him, the feel of your limbs entangled together, exactly how high your heart would soar. It was exactly the way first kisses were meant to be -- slow, and easy, and warm, the way it’s supposed to feel after having swam all day long -- your body limp and muscles de-tensing. You moulded perfectly with him, and when gravity (or rather, the first signal of the train’s departure) pulled you from one another, he peered at you with such affection that you felt as though you might explode.

You grabbed the pendant and held in gently in between your fingers, already having memorized the outline of the silver and the different shades of purple within it. “I am so bloody happy you threw red paint at me that day, Weasley.”

He laughed haughtily, throwing his head back before swinging an arm around your waist and pulling your trunk toward the exit of the Ravenclaw common room. “Merlin, me too.”

White

You were sitting at your kitchen table, ignoring the massive amount of work in front of you to admire your other hard work. Your cozy little flat looked just as you always imagined it would, with the added bonus of your boyfriend in the corner of the front entrance, fixing a loose coat hanger on the wall.

Never in your life did you imagine that things could be as perfect as this.

You couldn’t help but wonder if it would be a flat you two would share one day.

You got up and brought with you his half empty glass of wine and handed it to him. Gratefully he took it and sipped before pressing a feather light kiss to your forehead. But then you gently traced his jawline with your finger, down his neck, across his collar bone until he followed your move and leaned in to kiss you. It was soft and chaste and everything like your first one had been. But as the alcohol worked its way through your veins, you found yourself pressing yourself harder against him.

A moan of content escaped him as you bit down on his lip and slipped your hands underneath his shirt, hands pressed against his chest. Unashamedly, you pulled him toward your bedroom, and he placed his empty wine glass next to yours on the table as he kicked the door closed.

The two of you fell backwards onto the bed in an entanglement of limbs. He hovered above you, dropping down a bit to press light kisses to your neck, in between your collarbones, behind your ears, against your jawline. You so desperately wanted to feel his weight on top of you, and so you yanked him firmly against you and kissed him in a way that there was no aching way that he wouldn’t be able to tell exactly what you wanted.

He began to undo the buttons on your shirt, taking time to press kisses into your chest at the exposed places before he stopped himself and gently ran his hands across your hips, and then your cheek. His voice was merely a whisper in the deafening silence, “Are you sure?”

He gazed at you with such tenderness and love that you knew he’d stop, if you’d asked him to. He wouldn’t go another inch further if you weren’t ready. And for you, that was more than enough.

“I’m sure.”

He sucked in a breath and dipped down to press lips to yours gently before continuing to make light work of your clothes. He explored every inch of you, and the sensation of his lips gently grazing your skin caused you to arch your back in pleasure. You could feel him smiling against you, wildly in love, handling you with such care as if you were a tiny glass figure he was afraid of breaking. He held you so delicately and worked his way through each and every single one of your wants with slow and gentle hands.

You’d known it was love with him; maybe not consciously, but you’d known it long before now. Love, filled with intensity and desire and longing, in its most vulnerable and fragile form -- pure, and blinding white.

Pink

The summer air wafted in through the open window in the kitchen, and you listened to Mrs. Weasley hum some Muggle song as she set the table for dessert. You placed the finishing touches on the lemon meringue pie you baked, special because it was George’s favourite and Mrs. Weasley had insisted.

You had to admit, he’d always had the outside exterior of a tough guy, but owning a business did absolute wonders for his confidence. You noticed the way he stood up a little straighter, smiled a little bigger, and most of all, just how much he gushed about all the plans you two would be able to act on, now that you were both making income of your own.

“Merlin’s beard, Y/N, you’ve absolutely knocked it out of the park with this pie, if I do say so myself.” Arthur’s praise was nothing short of wonderful; you felt the tips of your ears turn pink at his compliments. By the way Ron slouched back in his chair, looking rather chuffed indeed, you could tell he felt the same exact way. Especially when he reached for the last piece, but Hermione slapped his hand away.

“Oh my!” Molly yelped suddenly. You jumped in surprise in your seat. “Oh, Georgie dear, would you mind wandering into the field before dark? I’d love some wildflowers for the table,”

“Sure thing, mum.” George replied before turning to you and squeezing your hand. “Want to tag along?”

You said, “Of course” at the exact same time Ron said “I’ll come along too, I could use a good walk” and if you hadn’t been so focused on George’s tender gaze, you almost would’ve missed Fred silently hissing at Ron and Hermione slapping his hand yet again. “On second thought,” Ron swallowed thickly, “I’d better stay here and help you clean up, mum.”

“Atta boy, Ronniekins,” Molly said. To you and George, she continued, “You two better get going -- not long now before it turns dark!”

George stood and pulled you to your feet. “You coming, love?”

“I go where you go.”

About twenty minutes later, as the setting sun had blended with the light purples and pinks of the sky, you’d found yourself with a rather beautiful bouquet of wildflowers for Molly. You turned to George, who was leaning against the tree and smiling at you, and asked, “Shall we get going darling? Don’t want to be too late. I reckon your mum will come out here searching for us if we spend an evening among the stars.”

“Doesn’t sound like too bad of an idea, actually.” His grin deepened, and then he said, “you’re lucky I don’t have any pranks up my sleeve right now.”

You look up at the tree and recognized the place where he’d infuriated you all those long years ago. You rolled your eyes and shook your head before twirling in your dress. “I am lucky. I was able to get a new dress after the one you so lovingly ruined. Though I will admit -- I wasn’t all that big of a fan of those puffy sleeves. This one’s much more adult.”

George arched his eyebrow in surprise before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. “Oh yes it is.”

You slapped him playfully and pointed your finger at him. “Alright you prat, calm yourself, you’ll have to wait until we get back to our flat for any funny business.”

But then you realized, as George’s features turned from mischievous to genuine within the matter of seconds, that there was definitely more pressing matters than funny business on his mind.

And then he was telling you how he’d only teased you back then because he’d found you so bloody cute, and how he should’ve asked you to the Yule Ball and regretted every single day that he didn’t, and how he’d never met anyone who could play Quidditch quite as well as you, and how bloody happy he’d been when you’d kissed him that day in the Ravenclaw common room. And then knelt down and he asked it, the words you’d imagined since you were a little girl, strung together with such fondness and emotion and tenderness that you weren’t quite sure how you were standing upright.

You’d already begun to nod quickly through your tears before he finished, but would he really be George Weasley if he didn’t tease you, just a little? “Say yes,” he laughed, “say yes and marry me and be my wife for as long as you’ll have me.”

He slid the ring onto your finger and kissed you and picked you up and whirled you around in the field and held you gently in his arms as though you were a precious glass figurine and he was doing everything in his power to hold you delicately.

“Yes. I say yes.”

Black & White

You asked, When did you first know?

And he answered, I always knew.

You both ran back up the aisle, your white dress fluttering around your ankles, his black suit hugging the curves of his arms, and into the field and away from the party, momentarily, to celebrate your first moments as husband and wife in the place where he’d figured it all out.

He’d known since that afternoon when he’d handed you those yellow dandelions that he would bring you back here one day, to ask you to be his wife. He’d known, in the Ravenclaw common room when he gave you that purple pendant, still dangling from your neck, that one day he’d also give you a ring. He’d known, all those long years ago, that he wanted to marry you, and that you would say yes, when he’d finally ask.

And now, in front of your friends and family, he’d vowed to love you -- love in it’s purest and simplest form, love -- with all it’s sentiment and emotion and vulnerability. He vowed to love you and only you for the rest of his life.

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dex, team bicycle

the following bullet fic has been in my drafts for over a year now and tonight i remembered it existed, read it, and decided to post it. why? who knows. don’t ask questions. just ~enjoy~

so i got an ask about how anon trusts me implicitly when it comes to writing bc they believe that dex is the team bicycle and eventually ends up with nursey and thinks i’m down with that too and tbh they ain’t wrong so like

here’s a bullet fic instead of me doing any of the work i SHOULD REALLY FUCKING BE DOING okie

first things first here’s the dealio this is crack-ish but also not so crackish that my dumbass couldn’t see it happening so let’s just suspend some disbelief and have a good time

first time dex hooks up with a teammate it’s not at a kegster

maybe a little later he’s a little too tipsy at a kegster not really knowing his own tolerance for tub juice yet and he’s dancing, a little more white boy than maybe one would like but he’s having fun with it and that’s half the game, and he’s sweaty and maybe some glitter from other dancers has rubbed off on him and he’s glittery and shining and he catches someone’s eye across the room (holster, i’m thinking holster) and holster sees him and thinks fuck and dex is maybe really into how big holster is and just like follows him up to the attic when holster grabs his wrist and pulls because why not--

but this is not about that (at least not yet) this is about how dex, new to samwell and ncaa hockey and everything, wants to be the best he can be in everything so naturally he goes to the best person to help him with every thing (for school he gets tutors and goes to tutorials and goes to all the profs’ office hours, for social stuff maybe he trails ransom around idk (that’s for later)) but for hockey he obviously goes to the person you go to when you need help with hockey

jack

LOOK OKAY I GET IT ZIMBITS FOR LIFE BUT HEAR ME OUT

jack likes hockey. jack likes people who like hockey. jack likes when people are really into hockey

so when the little angery frog that seemed real appreciative of his butt on hazeapalooza comes to him with this frowny face determination asking how he can be the best player he can be, a part of jack’s brain that’s very quiet and seldom acknowledged goes “huh.”

and maybe they start meeting up for their own practices, practicing drills and plays so dex can get his speed up and reaction time down and just get better and jack’s benefiting from it too in a way, like trying to help a defensive player makes him have to switch up his thinking about things a bit and it’s helping his defensive play on the ice

and so this goes on for a bit and maybe they build up some inside jokes in between all the intensity and maybe there’s some playful moments in the locker room when they bump arms or throw a few chirps around and it’s cute okay and not too serious, jack isn’t in love with the kid (he’s a kid, lord, okay a lil problematic but if y’all know anything about my oc luke dex has Problems with Authority figures so whatever)

but the truth is jack doesn’t really have many people he’d be comfortable “relieving some stress” with, like there’s shitty but he’s ridiculously straight, and Camila went and got herself a girlfriend so that’s no longer a thing, and dex is there and eager and fun and

and long story short they end up fucking in the locker room oops

it doesn’t happen too many times after that, maybe once on a roadie, a few times at the haus. it’s fun, not in a laughing way or whatever, but it’s casual and it’s nice to get off and it doesn’t make jack any more anxious and dex is probably working through some issues he has with tall dark haired captains and they both get something good out of it, which is the point, anyway

and it ends maybe before winter break, either jack decides to focus on the nhl and his thesis and dex totally understands or dex realizes that maybe his thing with dark haired captains isn’t completely healthy and ends things but either way it’s nbd and no one on the team ever really knows, though it’s not like they lie about it either but who’s gonna ask, right?

and so dex and jack were fuckbuddies. for a time. noice.

now let’s return to that kegster scene, hmm?

so the way i picture it is dex hooks up with holster at a kegster, realizes it probably wasn’t the smartest idea he’s ever had but doesn’t completely freak out because holster’s a relaxed kind of guy, dex is sure it won’t get nuts

meanwhile holster wakes up freaking out because he just fucked ransom’s frog and that is so not cool so then he panics and avoids ransom and dex for like a week and then decides okay okay it’s not a big deal he just won’t tell anyone, it won;t happen again, it’s fine

and then he walks in on dex hooking up with ransom and he’s like Wow Okay So the Fine Thing Didn’t Work Out Huh

turns out while holster was freaking out ransom was really mopey about it and dex, not really knowing how to fix it, tried to comfort him and ended up... in bed

look this version of dex is a little thotty and knows like two ways of comforting people and he didn’t think getting drunk in the middle of the day was a good idea

and so long story short after some brief HUHs going around dex ends up hooking up with both ransom and holster for a bit (sometimes both at once!) and eventually the both-at-once-stuff makes ransom and holster actually acknowledge the feelings they’ve mostly been ignoring since their frog year and they explain this to dex who’s like okie bc he’s really only there bc they’re both hot and so ransom and holster get together and dex sometimes helps them out on date nights and that’s about it

lbr tho they never tell anyone how they actually got together bc they would never live it down so they say nothing and dex doesn’t either bc it’s not his relationship and the world goes on never knowing

so now we’re getting into the middle of spring term dex’s frog year and he’s kind of maybe sort of acknowledged that he has some kind of emotions about nursey that aren’t helpful so he’s attempting to repress real hard, but he’s also learning to repress less about other things, specifically his enjoyment of baking.

yup. you guessed it.

Bitty.

so he starts helping bitty in the kitchen A Lot, and sometimes they talk and sometimes they don’t and sometimes they talk about important things but most of the time they don’t, but at this stage in bitty’s life he is crushing very hard on a certain dark haired captain and that’s kind of really apparent in, like, everything he does so it takes dex maybe two weeks to realize what’s going on

and okay so it’s a little awkward bc 1-the fuckbuddies thing but also bc 2-dex knows how it feels to have feelings for a friend and it kind of sucks like a lot and he wants to make bitty feel better and yeah maybe this is another case of dex being bad at comforting people with his clothes on

but maybe also one day they’re talking about relationships/being gay idk something and bitty maybe casually (southern euphemistically) mentions that he’s never, erm, never quite, uh, never  done the dirty with a boy and maybe he sounds a lil embarassed about it idk and dex’s I Can Fix That brain switches on and he says, “I can help.”

and bitty’s like. what.

dex blushes and clears his throat and says it again. “i can help. i’ve, uh, done it before, and i can, like. show you.” then he pauses and, very uncasually, says, “casually.”

bitty, also pink at his point because he’s a sweet southern boy who doesn’t speak of such things, asks, “you’d be willing to do that?”

dex nods. he does not say that he’s done something like that before. he very pointedly does not say that.

and bitty, well, he’s pining and he’s been at college for a year and a half and the most action he’s ever gotten was with that boy who puked on his shoes and, you know, he came to samwell so that he could be who he is and maybe this is a way he can prove to himself that he is being true to himself.

it also doesn’t hurt that dex is v pretty, okay, bitty loves a boy with big shoulders and freckles.

and so dex and bitty start hooking up.

it’s somewhat like my The Arrangement fic where dex is sort of “showing bitty the ropes” but bitty, lbr, he’s a quick learner and he did his research so it very quickly just becomes hooking up for the sake of it

and it’s good. like. really good and both of them are benefiting from having someone to escape from their ~feelings~ in and bitty’s more comfortable in sexuality (like, his sexuality not his gayness ya feel me?) and everyone’s having a great time

then they lose the playoffs and emotions run high and bitty realizes how decimated he’s going to be by jack leaving and they don’t really have a conversation about it (let’s be real, neither of these boys talk about their feelings, at least not at this point) but dex goes home that summer with the understanding that he and bitty are no longer doing the thing, and that’s okay with him, really, because maybe now his feelings for nursey are becoming More of A Thing Than He Was Hoping They Would

of course bitty gets with jack at this time, so he’s kind of through the roof, and if, maybe, they have a conversation about their ex’s/past lovers and find they have.. more things in common than expected, well, at the least it’s a bit of a laugh and at the most well. let’s just say sometimes a ginger is mentioned in their bed WHATEVER OKAY MOVING ON

dex comes back in the fall ready to suppress the fuck out of his emotions and play some damn good hockey and who appears but this super eager tadpole

this now plays out as the first two chapters of my The Arrangement fic, though i guess now for canonical reasons whiskey ends up with lax bro and not tango, but that’s alright, we’re good at working on our feet here

for those who haven’t read the fic, dex shows whiskey how to gay sex while simultaneously gaining his trust and encouraging him to bond with the team and for personal reasons whiskey is a little shit but not as much of an asshole as he was in canon (look i love the guy but he’s a dick) and anyway go read my fic it’s good i promise #selfspon moving on

the latter half of dex’s sophomore year is spent mostly Not Pining for nursey and getting closer to him, friend wise, until the whole dib-flip, living together situation occurs, dex has a Freak Out, and ruins things a little

..this is getting off track, but long story short, his captains kiss each other on live tv and dex’s family starts to suspect that all those rumors that drifted around him in high school may have more truth to them than they’d been hoping and dex has a less than great summer break, coming back to school in the opposite of a good mindset

nursey also has a not great break (his parents are fighting, then he comes to school and breaks his wrist and can’t play hockey) and well we all know where this ends up

this leaves dex in a very mopey gross state and who to help someone feel better in their time of need than the sweetest little waffle you’ve ever seen in your life?

yes, it’s time for Hops.

now, this is a rather short lived affair, but over thanksgiving break, the entirety of the haus goes home to their families except for dex (who says he can’t deal with bus fare, and begs off any offers of help) and hops, who technically isn’t in the Haus, but stays there for the break while his parents are on a work trip during the holiday

dex ends up finding out just exactly how College Hockey Boy hops is when he almost burns the kitchen down trying to make a grilled cheese and dex decides then that he has to help this boy learn how to human, so they spend the first two days together with dex teaching hops all the basic skills dex thinks someone should know

this is included but not limited to: how to cook without making fire, how to change the oil in your car, how to hotwire a car, how to fix various different appliances, how to take the optimal notes, how to basic code, and how to sort and do your laundry

hops is enjoying the crash course (kid is just grateful to finally know where the detergent goes in a washer) but also, like, lbr. watching someone be competent in a thing--esp a thing you are yourself not good at--is a giant turn on, and so after two days of watching dex be really good at adulting, they settle onto the couch after doing the dishes and hops just gets on his knees and--

we aren’t smutting here on good christian tumblr but boy. hops is an eager kid.

anyway they spend a week fucking and then stop because hops falls in love with a girl in his intro class and then spends the next two months asking dex for advice on how to woo her, even though obviously chowder would be a better bet.

then comes the playoffs and everything is heating up and they’re on roadies nearly every weekend, still keeping up with their coursework, and it’s A Lot, and dex is really feeling it this year, especially with all the shit bitty’s been getting, and one night, on a roadie, he and bully get back to their room and dex collapses with a groan on the bed and bully, chill as anything, is like. “you seem pretty stressed. wanna fuck?”

and, you know what? dex is still his thotty (though more mature) self and he’s like, life sucks a little right now, why not get off

and so he does.

he and bully hook up through the playoffs and into the post-season (that post-final game sex is A Lot my dudes lemme tell you) but then dex gets elected captain and something twisty in his chest tells him that he should not be fucking someone on the team, especially not an underclassman, when he’s got that authority over him, and so he breaks it off with bully

who is pretty chill about it, since he’s bully, though he does miss the sex. the sex was p good.

and, to be quite honest, that’s it. dex wouldn’t fuck any of the baby frogs for the same reason he broke it off with bully (also ngl the senior-freshman thing doesn’t do it for him anymore) and so dex goes through his senior year of college without having any fuckbuddies--his first year of college so far, actually, where he doesn;t

the end

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lol jk he and nursey start hooking up and it’s a Whole Bundle of emotions

in keeping with the rest of the fuck buddies, dex thinks that this is just like all the other times and nursey has no reason to think dex wants anything more and like. the sex is good, like very good, and neither of them are complaining per se but they’re also in love and haven’t said anything, and i imagine there are some ill-timed confessions prior to the final game of the playoffs and then they win another ncaa championship title and have sex in a janitor’s closet (but like,, emotional sex) and they live happily (thottily) ever after

i also like to imagine that there’s a point somewhere down the line when they all meet up for a reunion and something happens-- probably ransom and holster get a lil tipsy and finally tell the truth of how they got together-- and everyone basically does the spider-man meme but with “wait-you had sex with dex? i had sex with dex” and nursey--who knows bc dex told him when they finally got together-- is just sitting there all smug with his arm around a steadily reddening dex bc he’s fucking proud of the fact that everyone knows exactly how good his boyfriend is in bed

[lunapwrites]

ask game: 13, 14, 21!

sooooo tempted to ask 18 but I shan’t be rude LOL

6 if you can be bothered to look it up (just so i can go give it some love)

Hiya!! I'm still gonna answer, I am pretty reasonable about it haha.

SO.

13: favorite writing song/artist/album of this year

Well if you listen to my Spotify Wrapped, it's Cocteau Twins' album Garlands, specifically "Shallow Than Halo." I apparently drilled that song into my head a whopping 129 times while I was writing a particular, erm... scene. In LTL. It also slaps so I'm not mad about it lol. If we're talking about what has most inspired my work, Pearl Jam's Ten has been THE work. literally spawned the entire series. But if we're talking about which album decided to just yank my heart out and stomp on it and say THIS IS THE MOOD YOU'RE WRITING IN NOW PEASANT then that honor goes to Ruin by The Amazing Devil, which has only been out for a month. Specifically the song "The Old Witch Sleep and the Good Man Grace." It came out while I was writing Chapter 16 of LTL and how very dare they. Seriously though I recommend it.

14: a fic you didn't expect to write

That honor goes SOLELY to three knocks upon the door. I... kicked open the door on a whole new ship and genre for myself and I legitimately feel like I knocked that one out of the park. If you had asked me at the beginning of the year if I was going to write something like that I'd have been like "hmm, intriguing idea, but no." And yet here we bloody well are lmao.

18: (because I will answer this) current number of WIPs

A non-extreme number! At present, I have Louder Than Love which is my main fic, and I could sort of wrap the sequels/prequel up into that bubble as well. But it's part of what I am aiming to make into a tetralogy. We'll see how it pans out! As far as things I'm actively writing now, I've got my academic war AU, Applied Theory, which I'm working on another chapter for. I've got a deaged Remus fic that I've been poking at when I can spare braincells (the working title for which is put that thing back where it came from or so help me) and then I just signed up for a prompt from the Remus Lupin Fest which is I think going to nest in very nicely with LTL and be a fun(?) companion piece, or alternate-reality version or something. Idk, most everything I write takes place in that universe lol. So yeah, just those 4, and one of them isn't even properly started. :P

21 I answered in another ask, so refer to that one XD

6: Least Popular Fic This Year

So, I am going to immediately disqualify anything in my Out of Orbit series, since that's effectively my trash bin -- please don't perceive them. Otherwise, I am unsure how to parse this exactly, BUT I can say that probably my least popular fics seem to be the drabble sets, with very few exceptions. But the saddest one is Song of the Shepherd's Dog - grand total of 13 kudos since I finished posting it on 2/19. :deadinside: It's 5 horror drabbles about Remus Lupin, pretty much all surrounding his Lycanthropy in one way or another. There's some Dean and Peter POV in there too. It was a cool writing exercise.

Satellites (series) and Lost Dogs also haven't gotten as much play as I'd have liked to have seen -- especially Lost Dogs, which has barely seen any movement since I posted it a year ago. It won the competition, and then no one touched it again (which is where I feel three knocks upon the door is headed, sadly.)

Anyway, that's it! Thanks so much for the ask!! <3

[rebrandedbard]

Tagged by @greyduckgreygoose! Thanks for waiting.

How many works do you have on AO3?

44 works!

What’s your total AO3 word count

580,109. Wow, that’s a lot! Let’s hope season 2 is good enough to carry me to 1 mil. Don’t fail me, netflix. I’m an emotional man. Give me the bard.

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Oh god, I’m trying so hard to accept that cringe is dead and to embrace my past interests as a part of myself. Here are my fandoms in order. Shugo Chara, My Little Pony (although this was technically more of a comic kind of writing than a fic type of writing), Rise of the Guardians, BBC Sherlock, The Hobbit, Star Trek, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, Princess Tutu, Yu-Gi-Oh, The Witcher. So that makes 10.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Greensleeves, 1578

An All-Consuming Creature, 1481

The Knight’s Favour, 867

A Bard He Would A-Wooing Go, 798

This One I Shall Choose, 753 (This one surprised me!!)

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Yes. I try to get all of them, but sometimes I miss the email notification. I like to let people know I hear them and I’m thankful.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Angst? With an unhappy ending?? In THIS economy????

Just kidding~! Valdo, my beloved whump puppet suffers in each of his fics. Wainscot and Moonlight is my angstiest for Valdo, I think. That or A Good Man.

Do you write crossovers? If so what’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I did one once. I was, erm, sucked into the Cumberbatch/Freeman cinematic universe. I did a crossover between Star Trek and The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. No record of this fic survives, but it was fairly plot driven.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

No. Thankfully, people have been very polite. I’m very proud of my readers for their consideration. So far I’ve yet to encounter anyone rude in this fandom.

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Yes. But smut is hard. So it takes 6 months lmao. I like to draw it out, make it slow, mix an emotional connection in there with the most vanilla of kinks: biting, dirty talk, possessive behaviour. It’s all about the ownership and the feeling of belonging—being wanted.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I sure hope the fuck not lmao.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not as of yet, but someone wanted to translate one of my fics in french. I don’t know if it’ll happen, but I’m not too worried. We all get busy. Just the idea that someone might want to is enough to warm my heart!

What’s your all time favorite ship?

Geralt/Jaskier. I’ve never encountered a pairing more suited to my EXACT tastes in any form of media. There’s a BARD for crying out loud!

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I hope to finish all of them in good time. But I’m haunted every day by the role play fic I was working on with @monochromrainbows. I’ve been so busy lately. I have so many chapters to edit and post. But I DO intend to finish it, even if it takes me until the end of this pandemic.

What are your writing strengths?

Fairy tales. They are my forte. My BRAND.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Smut. God, how many wips are in wip hell because they have a sex scene? Too many. Like I said: the last one sat around for 6 months until I could build the willpower to write it.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I simply don’t do it. Except that one time, but it was a little children’s rhyme. No thought went into it. No sweat.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Shugo Chara. It was early middle school and I’d just discovered fanfic was a thing. I wanted a magical fairy-type thing that would transform me into my ideal self. and I wanted a sword.

What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written?

How dare you! The very idea that I would favor one piece of writing over another! That I, a father to these children born of my blood sweat and tears, would ever so much as consider one to be—An All-Consuming Creature. What can I say? It’s long and full of drama. Or maybe The Music Box. I have a soft spot for the tenderness and the magic.

Not tagging anyone because I’m lazy. You know how I do lol

[crmediagal]

2, 3, and 23 please :) <3

Aww, thanks so much, lovely! 🧡

2. Tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project

I'm looking forward to several projects, actually:

My planned tenth anniversary Unquestionable Love multi-chapter fic...which I need to get crackin' on! I hope to start posting it this September, around the time that I first started posting the original story in 2011 (!).

My trans!Severus Snape + SSHG fic. I have such high hopes for that little gem, but if I write it, I want it to be authentic and right.

3. What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway)

Not a scene but an entire STORY - my regency!SSHG fic. I have had that story in mind since my early writing adventures. It just keeps gathering dust in my head and routinely gets put on the backburner, though. (I think because the scope of that project frightens me; I want to be true to the time period in which it takes place, so the history factor overwhelms me with dread).

23. What’s the story idea you’ve had in your head for the longest?

Again, my regency!SSHG fic! But there are also elements of Unquestionable Love that I have yet to "flesh out" so... Erm, I sincerely hope that makes my dear UL readers happy as clams because I could carry on writing that damn series for another ten years. 😬

[willowbird]

Writing Tag Game

Tagged by @paradoxolotl AND @of-stars-and-moon (sorry I take forever to answer and respond to things, friends ^///^)

How many works do you have on AO3?

36

What’s your total AO3 word count?

holy shit... 418,231

What are your top five fics by kudos?

1. say something 2. It Must Be Witchcraft 3. heavy hands, heavy hearts 4. i won't say we aren't family 5. let them hear me shout (for you)

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Usually! I try to respond to all comments because they make me feel so happy and glowy on the inside and I want my readers to know that I really appreciate them taking the time to read and also to spend their time giving me some validation lol. The only one I really don't respond to comments on is 'words in the wind' because it's just a collection of my responses to tumblr prompts, mostly so that I know I won't lose any of my writing.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Hm... most of my fics end happy even if they aren't outright fluffy. The happiest ending just in and of itself though is probably Nap Time is Best Time. It's one of my few Neil POV ones and he's all shmoopy about Andrew being cuddly so...

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Much smaller pool to pick from here lmao. Definitely heavy hands, heavy hearts. Between the argument between Neil and Andrew, then the, er, reluctant heart-to-heart between Aaron and Neil it definitely simmers in the angst all the way to the end.

Do you write crossovers?

Not yet! I'd love to though!

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not exactly. I've received a few back-handed compliments that didn't feel so great, and a few comments that contained mild complaints about how soft I tend to write Andrew and Neil, but nothing outright hateful.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I'm terrible at smut. Outright terrible. So you'll see some mild references, and the occasional smutty scene, but nothing overtly explicit.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I hope not :(

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don't think so, yet! But I've had a few people ask to translate and I've given permission each time, so hopefully!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! Well, sorta! @justadreamfox and I wrote the Take My Hand series together. And there might be something coming up soon ;-)

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Andrew x Neil! But I also have a very warm place in my heart for a few very obscure and/or new pairings that no one that follows me will probably know XD

What’s a WIP you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

The one sitting in my docs titled "Angsty HS Andreil Trash".

What are your writing strengths?

Fluff. Also, when a character gets all shmoopy and goes into long inner monologues about how much they love another character, but without actually saying 'love'. I'm romantic trash.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Lol. Can I say writing is my weakness? Erm, more seriously though - probably plot. I'm just not all that good at it. And angst - I tend to shy away from it and I feel like sometimes I with rush to resolve it too quickly.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue or other languages in a fic?

Very cool! But I am woefully mono-lingual. So while I enjoy reading fics that include dialogue (internal or external) written in another language, when I have a character in my own fics that speak another language I tend to just, keep writing in English and just use the narrative and dialogue tags to make sure the reader knows we've switched languages. It's kinda been hammered into me that Google Translate Is Not An Acceptable Way To Put Other Languages In Writing. So... I don't.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Oh my god, uh, the first fic I ever wrote ever was a Green Day fic when I was like... 10 or 11 years old. Follows swiftly by a six year obsession with HP Marauders Era. My first major ship was Remus x Sirius, but that was so long ago I don't think it was called wolfstar yet. I remember posting my fics on Quizilla of all places, then migrating over to Livejournal. I think we called the ship puppy love? Or maybe it was just R/S. Look, it's been a very long time okay...?

What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

This is the hardest one to answer, because I love all of them for very different reasons. Instead I'll say that the two I wrote just for me, knowing I probably wouldn't get a lot of views on them and absolutely not caring are 5 minutes to breath and a home by any other name.

(Though similarly you can also say that for my really ridiculous Palmetto Academy series, which will definitely have more entries in the future...)

Tagging ~ anyone who wants to! I'm bad at this :)