Nothing fancy, just my silly little fictions all in one place. I’m not an artist but I’ll pretty this thing up eventually. For now, just putting things here so I’m forced to look at them until I feel guilty enough to finish the WIPS.
All are reader inserts with female and AFAB reader, no y/n and a physically blank slate (if you notice a physical descriptor for the reader in any of my works and it’s not noted in the warnings, please let me know!)
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Not sure where it belongs in the story but it belongs to them so it’s there -
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“Please, do not leave me. My love, I cannot exist without you. I am nothing without you but an empty husk of a man, living day by day, never settling down, never knowing nothing but this turmoil inside me.”
“My love, I must leave, to protect you. I cannot continue living a lie. I am sorry that I have let this go on as long as it has… but you need to know…”
“Tell me, my love. You can tell me anything.”
“My love… I am not Liana. No. I… I… I am Lania. Her twin sister.”
You toss a piece of Mantell Mix, snorting as it sails through the hologram. “Come on, Stefano, catch up. She’s been impersonating her sister since you left Bespin.”
“What?”
The warm depth of the single word, bare and raw, without the filter of his helmet, blends into the hum of the Razor Crest’s engines moving steadily through hyperspace.
Your laughter bubbles up at his tone, echoing softly against the walls of the hold. “You’re kidding me. The Most Observant Man in the Galaxy didn’t catch that she’s parting her hair on the left side now instead of the right?”
“I just figured she wanted to… slightly change her hairstyle.”
The tremor of laughter he’s suppressing travels between you, warming the soft place behind your ribs. “You’ll need to brush up on your Holodrama lore if you want to maintain Super Fan status.”
Din hums, a warm vibration against your back. “Don’t want to embarrass myself at the next convention.”
The hum travels, softly sharp, where your bare skin presses against his, reminding you of similar sounds you can pull from him.
A slight shift and your hips are settled flush against his, gentle warmth of casual intimacy immediately blooming into the heat of need.
His hand flexes on your waist, fingers splaying, pressing just enough to send sparks spiralling to your core.
Yesterday I said goodbye to The Sweetest Boy, Mr Leonard, a lovely being, the cat who converted cat-haters, the curious and affectionate little soul in a tiny fur person body who gave 20 years of love to this world.
I’ve loved all of my fur babies deeply, yet there was something different about Leonard.
We were brought into each other’s lives at a time when we both needed someone to fill a niche that no one else was capable of filling. He had been in a shelter for two years, abandoned at 16 years old when his vet bills ran too high, and I had recently divorced and needed a connection that was all my own.
I was lonely, looking for someone to find Home within. And so was he.
We had just two years together, but it feels like a hundred lifetimes. His love is so beautiful, so influential in my life, I will always hold everyone else to his standard.
I don’t have anymore words to say. Everything else is spoken in the way my heart beats when remembering him.
"Oh lol I can't write fic the AO3 curse will get me-"
Stop talking. Look at me. Look at me and listen.
Life is a never ending string of tragedies and delights. You will not be saved by making yourself less noticable.
Write your fic, post it. Enjoy the creative process. Enjoy the fandom. The bad things would have happened anyway, at least now you have the AO3 kudos emails to look forward to.
