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Introduction Post

Hello! My name is Dove, I’m a fanfiction writer and I’m just doing this for fun! (Please be nice) I'm finishing up my grad school program to be a school librarian, that's my biggest passion to get people reading!

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Masterlist Here

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Help me decide!

What should I write Next?

Part 2 to Earthbound (Ryland Grace x Reader)

Lars Lindstrom x Reader

Javier Peña x fem!Reader (Smut Challenge)

The Creature!Adam x Reader

Ser Duncan the Tall x Reader

Something else (Send Requests)

Remaining time: 2 days 2 hours

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Masterlist

Earthbound - Ryland Grace x Fem!Reader

Our Mozaic Love - Playwriting Drabble

Teaser for WIP (no name) - Part 1, Part 2

Everything below this will be 18+, MDNI

Divider Credit: @somebitchprobably-graphicdump, @strangergraphics-archive

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Ryland Grace x fem! Reader - Earthbound

Divider Credit: @somebitchprobably-graphicdump  Inspired by @effloradox’s fic “a starman waiting” on Tumblr I suggest you go read it!

Title: Earthbound Pairing: Ryland Grace x fem!Reader (Gender neutral terms)  Warnings: Angst, No Comfort, medical terms/induced coma, mention of biological kid, Project Hail Mary Spoilers, AU Ryland returns to Earth, fluff at the end.  Summary: Your husband Ryland Grace is sent off on a suicide mission against his will and your life is thrown on it’s head. You adapt, even get married and have a kid, making a life for yourself. Then, after saving the world… He comes home.  Word Count: 2.6K Author’s Note: This is based on the movie but I’m almost finished with the book so there are nods to the book in here. It’s been a HOT minute since I’ve written x reader fics… Going back to my roots. I’m trying Angst no comfort for THE first time. I’m a sucker for comfort so here's to trying something new! If you guys like this let me know and I’ll write more! who are we kidding I’ll write more even if you don’t ask.

The rain comes down in short bursts, the sun blushing behind a group of thunder clouds. Ryland your husband goes into work the day of the launch of the Hail Mary. He’s worked so hard for these three astronauts to go save the world and die doing it. It’s not fair to their families… to themselves to ask them to give up so much. But the world is dying. That much is true. You can’t help but feel grateful that your husband won’t be going up in that death machine.

The dimming sun starts to peek its head from the clouds and creates a beautiful rainbow in the sky. Your phone rings with “no caller ID”. You know it’s Stratt. You pick up immediately, you know better than to keep that woman waiting. 

“Come to say goodbye to your husband.” 

…

“What?” Your voice is almost gone before you even use it.  

“No time to explain, he will be departing on the hail mary in two hours if you want to see him.” Her voice shakes, something you’ve never heard from her. She’s so composed, controlled and demure. Yet in this moment it feels like you’re speaking to a newborn fawn.  

Confusion, fear and a knot the size of your fist sits in the pit of your stomach. You breathe through your mouth to keep from throwing up as you speed down the highway and make it to the base where your husband works. Security knows you well enough to let you in… You slap your visitor’s tag that reads your first and last name upside down but you couldn’t give less of a hoot in this moment. 

“Ry…” you spot him… wearing the dorky yellow rain coat you got him for his birthday. “Tell me what's going on…” 

“They want me to go into space…” the silence that follows is deafening. Stratt pours you a drink, you put up a shaking hand declining. It took you an hour to get here and who knows how long before the love of your life is ripped away from you. 

“But you’re not an astronaut… you teach middle school science.” Your hands run through his hair that’s slightly disheveled already.

“That’s what I keep telling them! I can’t even moon walk… I know nothing!” His eyes are red and puffy. The surface glossy from the tears that won't fall. 

“You’re trained in the mission. That’s all that matters.” Stratt’s breath feels hollow. Is she… struggling with this?

You turn to Ryland and know he’s been fighting this with everything he has. You see it in the red rims of his eyes that he’s been crying, but by the looks of it Stratt’s made up her mind. When that woman wants something all she has to do is snap her fingers and the world rearranges. 

“So…What… you’ll just drag him kicking and screaming onto the spaceship?” you ask finally finding your voice, Stratt seems to have considered this and doesn’t miss a beat. 

“He’ll be sedated and if necessary we will induce the coma early. Yes.” her voice is calm, neutral… It shakes you to your core. 

“There have to be laws against this.” You argue. 

“There aren’t actually… Your husband works for me. I have global immunity and I’ve asked him to do this for me. He will be remembered as a hero.” 

“Then let me go too… There are studies that show–” 

“No!” Both Ryland and Stratt shake their heads in unison. It was a long shot to ask… You’re not trained in the mission let alone any science that is necessary for the journey. But you can’t bear the thought of Ryland, your Ryland being alone lightyears away from you. 

“Then give me five minutes with him… please.” 

“Three.” Stratt perches her lips and leaves the room giving you the illusion of privacy as she lingers nearby with the doctors and security. 

Three precious minutes with your husband left.

“Ry…”

“Don’t say anything just… let me hold you. Let me memorize you.” he says, pulling you into his arms. He maps out your body. Not in a sexual way, but to put the image of you in his mind, to remember the shape of your edges, the smell of your shampoo. You can’t speak even if you tried, the pressure in your throat is hot and tight as tears threaten to spill. 

Two minutes left. 

“Ryland. I love you.” you whisper, your hands scrunching the rubber of his raincoat. Nails digging to find any surface to cling to. 

“I love you more.” Usually, this playful banter would go on for about five minutes until you came to the ‘scientific conclusion’ that love can’t be measured that way and you love each other too much for any scale… but you let him win this time. Just this once. 

One minute.  

He cups your face gently, searching your eyes for you’re not sure what, until he finds it and leans in gently to kiss you. This is the last kiss you’ll ever share with your husband. Tears pool your eyes as they fall and land between you both, the kiss rolling like a wave in the ocean as it deepens. It’s somber but full of love and tenderness. You part only to take a shaky intake of air when…

Zero. 

The door swings open with an ear-splitting creak that shatters the moment between you both. Stratt standing to the side to let the doctor with the sedative through the door. 

“Alright… It’s time Dr. Grace.” 

What happens next you aren’t prepared for. You watch helplessly as your husband takes your hand and runs.

“Don’t make this harder than it has to be!”

You both run through the office building, down the corridors and through the fields leading to a tall barbed wire fence. To your horror Ryland starts to climb, his converses on the freshly rained on metal makes him slip every few inches. He holds his hand out to you offering to get you up with him. 

As you start climbing the fence the guards catch up to you and you give Ryland a boost up but it’s no use, the two of you fall into the muddy soil hands still locked together. 

“Fudge.” Ryland mumbles. Even now Ryland decides not to curse when all you want to do is scream at the top of your lungs. 

The guards hold Ryland down as he starts crying. You sob as you’re also held back from interfering. Watching him get tackled and sedated leaves a hole in your soul and bile in your throat.

“NO! Please, they’re my partner. I can't leave them.” he cries. You’ve never seen him so broken, so scared. You’d give anything to go with him… or trade places with him. But this is it. 

“Don’t do it… Don’t…” Ryland’s sobs of protest ring in your ears as silence follows. You watch as the last thing Ryland sees and hears is you crying before he’s forced into unconsciousness.

You’re brought back into the building and a blanket is offered to you as you sit in Stratt’s office. Oh how you have some choice words for that woman… But you have no fight left in you. Mud on your knees and palms as you sit silently in the office. Stratt across from you ushering the drink towards you again. You take a sip. 

Head in your hands, Carl enters the room silently. “He’s ready… if you wanted to see him one last time…” You shoot to your feet pushing past Carl as you practically run to the coma room. Ilyukhina and Yáo are still awake as they prepare for the sedation themselves. The room is eerily calm. 

You look down at Ryland already sedated with the tube down his throat. He looks like he’s peacefully sleeping, and you tell yourself he is despite knowing better. 

“Where are his glasses? He can’t do the mission without his glasses… He has awful eyesight…” You start to tear up as Carl gently holds up Ryland’s glasses from the pack of his things. 

“We’ll make sure he’s in good hands.” Yáo smiles sadly. You nod, thanking him. 

“And… Are there any photos of me in there? I don’t want him to forget who I am… even if… I…” You struggle to get the words out. “Even if I never see him again…” Carl nods as Ilyukhina stands from her bed and gives you a gentle hug. You welcome the hug graciously despite wanting to embrace Ryland. 

Carl pulls out several photos of you and Ryland together, some hugging, others kissing and one from your wedding day. 

“We pulled these from his phone, and computer.” Carl says placing the photo album gently on top of all of Grace’s things. 

“Thank you Carl…” you let go of Ilyukhina, letting them all ready themselves for the launch of the Hail Mary. 

You don’t move as you witness it take off. Even long after the line of astrophage disperses and the sky is the same golden hue of orange it was on your wedding night, you stand and stare in the spot you last held your husband’s hand. 

The ‘funeral’ for the three astronauts is a small gathering. Stratt only wanted the closest and immediate family to attend. You stand for Grace alone. The group of people for Yáo Li-Jie and Olesya Ilyukhina only made you feel even more isolated. In lew of burying their bodies, you bury items, some flowers, copies of your wedding photos, and items that are inside jokes between you and him… You’re about to leave the burial site when you see a parade of cars pull up.

A flood of middle school age students rush towards you. Some highschoolers and even older than that… All Ryland’s students at one point or another. You’ve been in your husband’s classroom as a guest teacher before, you’ve seen some of these faces. You’re overwhelmed with love and appreciation from both students and parents alike, many giving you casseroles and cards of all sorts. Hand drawn pictures and gifts that make today a little more bearable. Tears prick your eyes at seeing how truly loved your husband really is

Soon the day comes to get Ryland’s things from the school. Clearing out his classroom almost breaks you. You’re unable to do it alone and ask for your friends to help. You bring his books, pictures and personal items home, packed in the back of your car. You almost don’t want to touch any of it. What if by some miracle he comes back and wants it all the way it was? But you can’t think that way. Not really. Even if the mission is a success there’s no way of him coming back. 

A suicide mission one way to another solar system isn’t something one comes back from; there’s not exactly a therapy group for people whose husbands were shot up into space forever without their consent. So you find the next best thing, grief counseling. But the years start to mix and meld together in a fuzzy cocktail of grief and trying to live a life in the new reality of earth. 

Year 1: Slowly but surely you start to heal… Start to move on. You go to meetings and talk about Ryland… People are either confused, grateful or some mix of the two. You don’t blame them. It’s a lot to try and process.  

Year 2: While shopping for your weekly groceries you stumble across his favorite cereal… It's nothing special, but it brings back a flood of memories you weren’t ready to dissect on a random Thursday. Nothing huge, just domestic moments with the love of your life. Moments shared that you’ll never get back… 

Year 3: You finally take off your wedding ring and wear it around your neck. 

Year 5: You’re just trying your best… you give dating a try… the world continues getting colder.

Year 7: Stale dates, mediocre sex… No one knows you like he did. But you settle. The world is ending after all. You meet Greg. He’s kinda okay.

Year 10: Wedding… Honeymoon… Planned and precise…

Year 12: Fired from your job, moving across the country, chaos. 

Year 14: Unexpected kid… foreclosure, moving back. 

Year 17: Three year old, messy hands, messy life… Divorce. 

Year 19: Single parent, five year old… two jobs and sore feet. 

Year 20: Return of the Hail Mary.

When the news of the Hail Mary returning comes to you your legs almost give out. The wedding ring you still wear around your neck feels heavy. You don’t even know if he survived. How the ship got home you have no idea. If you knew it was happening you would have gone to the landing… But here you are reheating leftovers for your kid watching it on the TV. 

The exhaustion almost takes hold but then you see him on your screen. He’s just as young as he was the day he left. Screw relativity and however it works… You’re older and wiser, grey hairs highlighting your locks and smile lines across your face and he looks the same as that day he was dragged away from you in the mud. 

Does he even want to see you? You have no idea but you have to see him… It’s a need not a want. You’ve spent years mourning a man you thought you’d never see again only for him to come right back to earth and you don’t even know if he wants to see you. He wouldn’t be here if he didn’t want to see you, right? But you’re old, grey, divorced with a kid… 

Your thoughts come to a screeching halt as a car pulls up to your house. It feels surreal. The door opens, and out he comes, wearing his goofy smile, hair a mess and glasses askew… Your perfect beautiful husband Ryland. 

You go to speak but nothing comes to the surface as you brace yourself against the doorframe practically sinking to your knees. 

“My love!” Ryland races towards you as best he can with his cane in hand. It must be from the gravity of Earth after being in space for so long… Or something like that, he’s still young, still the same, yet he carries himself with a new confidence that wasn’t there before. 

“It’s you.” you stammer softly, tears streaming down your red hot cheeks. You know for a fact you’re ugly crying right now but you don’t care. 

“It’s me.” he says gently cupping your face, as if testing to see if you’re really there. You can’t help but do the same as he’s been dead to the world for two decades. 

“Ry, I’m not the same person you knew…” you say softly, as your five year old pitter patters up to you and hugs your leg. You look down at them and smile sadly. A whole life you planned with Ryland beneath you clinging to your legs like a koala and they don’t have an ounce of Ryland in their DNA. 

“I know, I’m not the same either, but… maybe we can learn who we’ve become? Together?” 

You can’t help but smile. He’s so willing to try and make it all work. 

“I want to learn who this snuggle bug is, I want to relearn my partner, I want to try again.” He says tears rimming his eyes. 

“Then we’ll try.” You say cupping his face in your hands and gently coaxing a kiss, and oh how the fireworks fly just as they did 20 years ago.

Author's Note: Let me know if you guys like it enough for a part 2!

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I need your opinions!

In an AU where Ryland comes back to earth instead of going to Erid would Rocky come with him?

Yes! (Rocky explore human planet.)

No! (Rocky go home to Erid and see Adrian.)

Remaining time: 3 hours 54 minutes

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Been reading so many fics instead of writing my own… I need to lock in.

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I’ve been obsessed with project Hail Mary since seeing it and can’t get this fic idea out of my head 💖 (I’m writing it now)

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Do we want this in parts or one long one shot?

Multiple Parts

Long One Shot

Voting ended onJun 3

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I’ve been obsessed with project Hail Mary since seeing it and can’t get this fic idea out of my head 💖 (I’m writing it now)

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Wanting to write AND regaining motivation/inspiration just when school is starting up again is one of the worst jokes ever played on me... Why universe?

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Our Mozaic Love

Characters:  *Alex *Charlie *They can be either male or female. They are both queer.  Casting Note:  Any gender, any race, any ethnicity. Play with dynamics. I want this to be universal and widely varied in each production, so all showings will be different.  INTRO:  The play opens with two young people sitting in their apartment together. Alex is picking up little things here and there, cleaning up and meticulously putting things away. Meanwhile, Charlie is working on a mosaic on the kitchen table. Art supplies chaotically spread about but the project is pristine.  Alex:  Do you have to do that right now? My parents are coming over any minute now. Charlie: What? Alex: Your art crap, it’s getting out of hand again. You have to find a studio. Like… Yesterday.  Charlie: I know I know… But you know how money is this month… Alex: Yeah, but that’s not really…  Charlie:  Not really what? Your problem? Because it most definitely is… Alex: That’s not what I meant and you know it… Charlie: But it is… You let me stay here because I fill your fridge and I pay the rent that's it. You only remind me every day. Alex: You know that’s not all of it.  Charlie: I know. [beat] You could say it every so often.  Alex: [beat] I know.  pause Charlie:  So. Your parents, here…  Alex: Yeah… You may want to run for cover.  Charlie: Oh, believe me, I will be… do they- Alex: -They don’t know.  Charlie: I see… About us- Alex: -About me.  Charlie: Oh. Alex: Yeah… ‘Oh’.  Charlie: Why not? Your mom seems chill. Alex: (Humms) That's one way to put it… Charlie:  Alex.  Alex: It’s bad enough I’m not… Normal.  Charlie: Fuck that.  Alex: Huh? Charlie: Fuck being normal.  Alex: You don’t get it…  Charlie: I don’t get it? Try me. Alex: My parents want the whole nuclear family situation for me. It;s bad enough that I can't have kids. Now that I’m openly choosing to not seek out to adopt…  Charlie: (Stands and leans on Alex’s shoulder) Alex:  (relaxes into Charlie’s touch)  Charlie: We aren't obligated to fit a mold.  Alex:  Well… Charlie: No, we aren't. End of story.  Alex:  End of story…  (they kiss)  Charlie: I’ll clean up my shit…  Alex: Leave it…   Charlie: Are you sure? Alex:  Yes. Let them see all of you… Mess and all. And they’ll love you as much as I do.

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One Act Play - Searching for it!

I'm trying to find the one act play I wrote in my undergrad to share on here and I'm so mad I can't find it!

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Teaser Pt. 2 - Nameless WIP

Without a moment to gather herself, Aurora wakes from her bed with a start. The peeling wallpaper and musty smell of her apartment ground her back into her reality. The breathing of the woman tossed in her sheets is eerily calm in comparison. 

Damn this same dream she’s had for months. But, it’s never the same as last. Same place, same people, but time has always passed. They always remember her as well. It’s as though she lives a whole separate life in this magical land where potions and magic exist. But Aurora knows better than to believe in fairytales. This is just a coping mechanism for dealing with her mother’s passing. At least that’s what her therapist keeps saying. 

“Fuck. Therapy. I’m late.” 

“Oh, a well rounded woman in more ways than one I see.” a groggy voice next to her grumbles as the owner of that person remains hidden beneath the floral sheets of Aurora’s bed.

“Jen, you shouldn’t be here. Don’t you have work?” Aurora’s words cut through the humor Jennifer tries to maintain, causing the air to deflate between them. Jen’s chest tightens visibly and for a moment Aurora wants to take back her words. 

The silence hangs like an ill placed picture frame. Crooked and uncomfortable. Not sitting right no matter how you try and fix it. Aurora wants nothing more than to kiss Jen senseless and stay tangled in the sheets all day to forgo any and all adult responsibility. To ruin their friendship further than the drunken escapades they shared weeks ago. The two have been dancing around their true feelings for the other for months now. Aurora instead stands and throws her clothes on. 

“Right. Well…” Jen mumbles as she pulls her own clothes over her head. The obnoxiously yellow dress Aurora always finds gaudy on herself but compliments Jen’s rich chestnut complexion.

“Go and influence the minds of the future generations.” Aurora smiles softly, as though trying to smooth over the harsh tone in her voice from before. Jen’s smile breaks through the tension, though her eyes lack that sparkle Aurora craves. 

“Don’t worry, I will. Go and fight your demons.” Jen says, grabbing her bag and stepping through the threshold of the apartment.

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Teaser for a Work in Progress

(No Name Yet)

Aurora’s palms illuminate a faint glow. The radiating orb in her hands was not planned nor legal in her small rural town of Silver Stream. Her fingers tremble around the freshly born light, the bundle of pulsing nerves messy and tangled within her grasp. A new… Life? A small delicate body starts to take shape in her hands and it is without a doubt... Her child being brought into the world.

Aurora stands stunned in the kitchen of her family home. Dried herbs, fizzling potions and a wild hearth swirl around her as she loses her balance for just a moment. Clammering to the dining room table with a thud, Aurora slumps in the chair scraping under her, setting her teeth on edge.

“Oh my stars…” Aurora’s words are deep and raspy in her throat. Her mouth dry as she swallows whatever feelings rising in her chest as sweat beads down her brow. Her father’s footsteps barrel through the old house. The smell of rich soil and a hard day's work waft through the old drafty house. 

The glowing orb coos softly in Aroura’s hands. Ambivalent feelings braided through her soul. Chest rising and falling as she tries muffling the gentle hum of her child. She tries to remember the last time she was intimate with anyone… If that’s even how this magic all worked. She was never expectant, not to her knowledge anyway. Not to mention this child came from her heart, wrapped in her arms now and Aurora’s body not strained. 

“Aurry, have you started on supper?” Lachlan, her father, a beaming and hearty man enters the home. His presence is warm yet demands attention from all around him, while Aurora’s demeanor dwindles and sinks in on itself. 

The new born babe’s radiance shimmers still in Aurora’s hands, the little elf ears poking out of the dark curls Aurora had gifted her daughter. 

“What’s this?” Lachlan’s tone is curious and gentle, like softened butter on a summer’s day. 

“I don’t know…” Aurora’s heart clenches as she holds her daughter looking into her golden hazel eyes. Aurora’s own, mossy green eyes forming salted tears. “Father, what do I do?” 

Lachlan stands looking down at the newborn in awe, his first grandchild. His scarred hands, calloused from hard work and sunkissed gently reach for the beaming bundle in his daughter’s arms. 

“She’s beautiful… there’s no doubting she’s yours… but Aurry.” Lachlan’s eyes darken with worry. Elves were not allowed on this side of the river, and to have a baby after never showing signs of a pregnancy.

“I know… what do I do.” Aurora trembles like a child herself despite being a grown woman. Her cheeks adorned with tears as she looks to her daughter who is now in a world she will not be accepted in. Aurora brushes a stray curl from her daughter’s face, her eyes sparkling as she looks up at her mother like she’s the burning sun, moon and stars all in one. 

“You must hide her.” 

“What?” the words hitting her sideways. All sense of peace and joy in this moment shattered. 

“Go, and hide her. Somewhere east of the river… You know what they will do if she is found… If you are found to be her mother… Go.” 

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Author's Note: AGH! First post, scary, crazy... Fun! Please give constructive feedback, and name suggestions for the daughter. Thinking this may grow into something bigger, unsure at the moment, that's why it's a WIP.