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Donāt Go Breaking My Heart - uni AU - 24k words - chapters 5/5
Eleven OāClock - coffee shop AU - 16k words - chapters 10/11
Eleven OāClock - After Hours - coffee shot alt. povs - 9k words - chaptersĀ 2/?
General
Gossip Girl - various pairs - gossip and rumours at Basgiath - 8k words - chapters 14/16
The Disney (Quest) Badge - Ridoc and everyone - Ridocās Magic Kingdom shenanigans - 6k words - chapters 1/1
'Cause when you're fifteen and somebody tells you they love you, youāre gonna believe them -Ā Xaden/Liam - five times Xaden looked after Liam, and the one time Liam looked after Xaden - 7k words - chapters 2/2
Xadenās #2 - applications for the position of Official #2 to Xaden Riorson are now open - 836 words - chapters 4/4
Go All The Way - Bodhi/Garrick - Bodhiās first time - 5k words - chapters 1/1
Look What You Made Me Do - JFB/Xaden - 3k words - chapters 1/1
Smutty Sundays
Three Is The Magic Number - Xaden/Garrick/Liam - 14k words - chapters 2/2
Have you guys got plans?Ā - Bodhi/Garrick/Liam - 7k words - chapters 1/1
Pink On Top - Imogen/Ridoc - 9k words - chapters 2/2
Riorgail
Article 8, Section One - uni AU - 25.5k words - chapters 5/5
A Very Happy BirthdayĀ - birthday one shot for Xaden with Caelge - 7k words - chapters 1/1
My Fairytale Wedding - modern royalty arranged marriage au - 10k - chapters 2/2
Hi my beloveds! This is something new and kind of different from my usual stuff, written by my LOVELY GIrly POP @ellebellewritesfic. We sort of had this whole idea in our DMs and just ran with it.
So may I prevent to you.
My fave girls (sloane, Imogen, and violet) as the WAGs of Hockey boys.
AHHHHHHHH it's here!!! The end!!! It's so bittersweet, this story has brought me so much joy in the dark winter months (ironically!) but we've made it to the end!!
Writing this story has honestly brought me so much joy and happiness - getting to share my favourite place on earth with you all and seeing you fall in love with it has made me so nostalgic š„¹
Due to some personal stuff I'm gonna take a break from solo writing fic for the next little while - I'm sure I'll be back, but for now I just need a little break š
A year on, Bodhi and Ridoc accidentally-on-purpose celebrate their anniversary at the Avenues carnival, right where everything first went sideways and then wonderfully right.
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Okay, forgive a momentary mushy post. It's my anniversary.
Today marks one year since I first read Fourth Wing. Picture this: it was a cold January day in the UK (shocking I know), and I had just finished hosting a seventh birthday party full of loud tiny people. I told my husband I would be taking the rest of the day off and not to bother me and picked up one of my Christmas books - a recommendation from my best friend, knowing the third one was out soon (at this point I thought it was a trilogy so RIP me) and the rest, as they say, is history.
I devoured it in a day, read Iron Flame the next day, and became OBSESSED. A year and a book later, and it's been a wonderful story of finding community, making some of the most incredible friends I could have dreamed of ALL OVER THE WORLD, and writing nearly 600,000 words of fanfiction (no really, I am insane). When I commit to something I go hard, and this is no exception, but my little people and my little stories truly bring me so much joy and I'm so glad I picked up these books a year ago!
I've had the chance to write all sorts of stories and characters and let versions of myself and people I know to live through them on the screen, and whilst I'm in a quieter spell now, I've still got plenty of stuff in the background and in my mind. But if there's one story that has captured my heart above all others, it's the story of Bodhi and Ridoc in a coffee shop not so far from home... so on my anniversary, it seemed only right to visit their anniversary too!!
To everyone who has liked or commented on my work - thank you from the bottom of my heart. I cannot express the joy it brings to know these stories resonate or mean something to people so thank you!!
For the twin of my heart @vmsteenbeans on this wonderful you day!!
DETECTIVE DAIN IS BACK (and he's fucking someone else)
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Aaric had always had a quiet volatility about his stuff ā framed right, you could call it overprotectiveness, but some days it edged closer to obsession. With his home, his money, his people ā anything that he considered his was wrapped in something like a hazy mist of mine. Dain had once been one of those things. Collected and cocooned ā like the blue dragon plushie that Aaricās mum had bought him that had stayed in its wrapping on the shelf ā never to be cuddled, never to be touched ā a prize that Aaric was so fiercely protective over. Heād nearly broken a boy called Dylanās arm when heād tried to touch it at a sleepover.
No one touched his stuff.
So yeah, Aaric collected things, and Dain heaved a small internal sigh of relief that he wasnāt one of those prizes anymore.
Prompt is: Bodhi and Liam getting together during book 1. Soft dom Bodhi. After Liamās the fastest up the gauntlet, Bodhi thinks he deserves a reward.
Prompt is: Bodhi and Liam getting together during book 1. Soft dom Bodhi. After Liamās the fastest up the gauntlet, Bodhi thinks he deserves a reward.
I don't know about you, but I can't believe it's time to post this list again. Like in the past, questions focus on what you created and how you felt this year.
Two ways to play:Ā Reblog and have your followers send you numbers, or answer the whole list!
Including WIPs, how many fics have you worked on since January 1st? Original fiction counts too!
How many did you post for other people to read?
What's something NEW that you tried in a fic?
What piece of media inspired you the most?
How many fandoms did you write for?
What ship(s) captured your heart?
What character(s) captured your heart?
Did you write for anyĀ newĀ fandoms or ships?
What fic meant the most to you to write?
What fic made you feel the happiest to work on?
What fic was the most satisfying to finish?
What fic was the most challenging to work on?
What's the most interesting topic you researched for a fic?
What were your shortest and longest fics?
What was on your writing playlist?
Where did you write? Was there a favorite spot?
Whatās your favorite title of the year?
Share your favorite opening line
Share your favorite ending line
Share your favorite piece of dialogue
Share the funniest line(s) you wrote this year
Did you get frustrated with a fic at some point? What happened and how did you get past it?
If you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of your year?
Did you do anything special to celebrate finishing something?
Did you create fanworks other than fic? Show one off!
How many fannish events did you take part in? Things like bangs, exchanges, ship weeks, zines, prompt memes, etc. They all count!
Think back on everything you've worked on since January and give yourself a compliment. A real one! Be nice to yourself.
I want you to know
I'm a mirrorball
I'll show you every version of yourself tonight
I'll get you out on the floor
Shimmering beautiful
And when I break it's in a million pieces
This idea has been living rent free in my head for far too long. Anyone who knows me knows that giving voice to Ridoc's inside thoughts is the greatest delight of my life so may I present The Diary of a Sex God.
This one isn't quite a tumblr exclusive because I'll post all the chapters on AO3 later but they're bitesize so I thought I'd pop one here for now.
HAPPY INSIDE THOUGHTS DAY.
For @empyreanevents Ridoc Week, Day 3.
14 July ā THE DAY BEFORE THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE SO FAR!!!
(written to the accompaniment of the last snores of my father, rip)
Iām so nervousexcited. So nervous. So excited. Nervous. Excited. AAAAAHHHHH itās finally here!! The moment I have waited for my whole entire freaking godsdamned life is finally here and tomorrow I am entering the ACTUAL Riderās Quadrant!! Eeek! I mean yes, thereās the small matter of getting over the parapet first, but aaaahh, semantics! Honestly, future me can deal with that tiny, insignificant detail of not plummeting to my death. Because right now all I can think is THIS IS IT. This is the moment I have been dreaming of since Mum told me the story about the dragon rider who saved her village just before she met Dad, and now here I am, Ridoc Gamlyn ā dragon rider extraordinaire! (In training. Probably. Hopefully. Gods please.)
Mum and Dad have come with me, and I swear Dad is snoring loudly enough to shake the rafters. I can hear it even through the thin walls of this inn weāre staying in. Itās like a bear and a dying goat had a very unfortunate baby and that baby grew up to sleep in the room next to mine. I am not going to miss that, not even a little. Although just my luck Iāll end up sleeping next to someone who snores even worse and then Iāll have to eat my words and apologise to Dad for all the complaining Iāve ever done about the noise he produces while unconscious. But theyāre excited ā properly excited ā and theyāre going to come to the gate tomorrow to see me off, and that feels more for them than for me. Mumās promised they wonāt watch the actual crossing ā and I trust them not to look. No one needs to see me swan dive.Ā
I donāt think Iāll be too sad to say goodbye. Or maybe I will. Maybe Iāll get all emotional and burst into tears and make a complete idiot of myself. Unclear. Emotional range currently fluctuating between āready to conquer the worldā and āshaky little leaf in a hurricane.ā Fun.
But letās be honest: the thing thatās actually keeping me awake tonight ā the thing that has my brain sprinting laps around itself ā is the thought of the endless possibilities in the quadrant. And no, not just dragons. (Though yes, also dragons. Obviously dragons. Always dragons.) But alsoā¦wellā¦
All the people I am yet to fuck.
There, I said it. Wrote it. Inkās down. Canāt take it back. And I donāt want to! Because itās TRUE. Boys, girls, those who donāt identify as either, those who identify as both ā the whole gorgeous, dazzling, maddeningly attractive spectrum of humanity that will be packed into the Riders Quadrant like a feast I fully intend to sample. The more the merrier. I am READY.
COME AT ME.
Or on me. Also fine.
Or in me. Definitely also fine.
Itās like my entire body has turned into a live wire, buzzing with every possible outcome, every fantasy, every stupidly dramatic scenario I keep imagining. One moment Iām picturing myself doing some impressively heroic manoeuvre on dragonback, the next Iām wondering if Iāll trip over my own boots in front of someone I desperately want to impress. Then I think about wings ā real wings ā beating in the air right above me, and I have this whole mental image of my dragon (who I assume is already obsessed with me because why wouldnāt they be?) doing something majestic while I stand there trying so hard to look cool and almost definitely failing. And then I start thinking about sex again, because my brain apparently canāt hold onto one topic for more than six seconds tonight.
Thereās just so MUCH. So many possibilities. So many people. So many ways tomorrow could go brilliantly or horribly wrong or wildly, beautifully right. And I want it ā all of it: the chaos, the thrill, the danger, the kissing, the dragons, the nearly dying but surviving anyway because Iām Ridoc fucking Gamlyn and nothingās stopping me.
This idea has been living rent free in my head for far too long. Anyone who knows me knows that giving voice to Ridoc's inside thoughts is the greatest delight of my life so may I present The Diary of a Sex God.
This one isn't quite a tumblr exclusive because I'll post all the chapters on AO3 later but they're bitesize so I thought I'd pop one here for now.
HAPPY INSIDE THOUGHTS DAY.
For @empyreanevents Ridoc Week, Day 3.
14 July ā THE DAY BEFORE THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE SO FAR!!!
(written to the accompaniment of the last snores of my father, rip)
Iām so nervousexcited. So nervous. So excited. Nervous. Excited. AAAAAHHHHH itās finally here!! The moment I have waited for my whole entire freaking godsdamned life is finally here and tomorrow I am entering the ACTUAL Riderās Quadrant!! Eeek! I mean yes, thereās the small matter of getting over the parapet first, but aaaahh, semantics! Honestly, future me can deal with that tiny, insignificant detail of not plummeting to my death. Because right now all I can think is THIS IS IT. This is the moment I have been dreaming of since Mum told me the story about the dragon rider who saved her village just before she met Dad, and now here I am, Ridoc Gamlyn ā dragon rider extraordinaire! (In training. Probably. Hopefully. Gods please.)
Mum and Dad have come with me, and I swear Dad is snoring loudly enough to shake the rafters. I can hear it even through the thin walls of this inn weāre staying in. Itās like a bear and a dying goat had a very unfortunate baby and that baby grew up to sleep in the room next to mine. I am not going to miss that, not even a little. Although just my luck Iāll end up sleeping next to someone who snores even worse and then Iāll have to eat my words and apologise to Dad for all the complaining Iāve ever done about the noise he produces while unconscious. But theyāre excited ā properly excited ā and theyāre going to come to the gate tomorrow to see me off, and that feels more for them than for me. Mumās promised they wonāt watch the actual crossing ā and I trust them not to look. No one needs to see me swan dive.Ā
I donāt think Iāll be too sad to say goodbye. Or maybe I will. Maybe Iāll get all emotional and burst into tears and make a complete idiot of myself. Unclear. Emotional range currently fluctuating between āready to conquer the worldā and āshaky little leaf in a hurricane.ā Fun.
But letās be honest: the thing thatās actually keeping me awake tonight ā the thing that has my brain sprinting laps around itself ā is the thought of the endless possibilities in the quadrant. And no, not just dragons. (Though yes, also dragons. Obviously dragons. Always dragons.) But alsoā¦wellā¦
All the people I am yet to fuck.
There, I said it. Wrote it. Inkās down. Canāt take it back. And I donāt want to! Because itās TRUE. Boys, girls, those who donāt identify as either, those who identify as both ā the whole gorgeous, dazzling, maddeningly attractive spectrum of humanity that will be packed into the Riders Quadrant like a feast I fully intend to sample. The more the merrier. I am READY.
COME AT ME.
Or on me. Also fine.
Or in me. Definitely also fine.
Itās like my entire body has turned into a live wire, buzzing with every possible outcome, every fantasy, every stupidly dramatic scenario I keep imagining. One moment Iām picturing myself doing some impressively heroic manoeuvre on dragonback, the next Iām wondering if Iāll trip over my own boots in front of someone I desperately want to impress. Then I think about wings ā real wings ā beating in the air right above me, and I have this whole mental image of my dragon (who I assume is already obsessed with me because why wouldnāt they be?) doing something majestic while I stand there trying so hard to look cool and almost definitely failing. And then I start thinking about sex again, because my brain apparently canāt hold onto one topic for more than six seconds tonight.
Thereās just so MUCH. So many possibilities. So many people. So many ways tomorrow could go brilliantly or horribly wrong or wildly, beautifully right. And I want it ā all of it: the chaos, the thrill, the danger, the kissing, the dragons, the nearly dying but surviving anyway because Iām Ridoc fucking Gamlyn and nothingās stopping me.
Oooh errr, ANOTHER tumblr exclusive! Set in The Avenues universe, Ridoc turns up at Riorson's with a naughty little surprise š
For @empyreanevents Ridoc Week, Day 2.
Bodhi had known from the moment he walked into Riorsonās that morning ā before the lights were even on, before Liam arrived humming some ridiculous Shire tune under his breath ā that today was going to be a long one.
He was fine, he really was, but it had been a long week, with multiple deliveries gone wrong, Sloane off sick, meaning he had to juggle office work with helping out when things got busy. Heād mentioned it to Ridoc ā that he wasnāt 100% ā when he had left him in bed that morning, his boyfriend lucky enough to have a day off.
And because Ridoc was Ridoc ā chaotic, distracting, insatiably clingy when he thought Bodhi needed affection ā he had been texting Bodhi all morning.
The first message was innocent enough:
Ridoc: Howās my favourite barista babe? š
Bodhi had tried to keep things simple, he really had. But then it devolved, quickly and predictably, into innuendo after innuendo.
Ridoc: If youāre tired I can always come take your temperatureā¦ orally šRidoc: Want pics?Ridoc: Or should I save the surprise for later? Come take care of you
Bodhi, trying to make three flat whites and a cappuccino during the mid-morning rush, had typed nothing but:
Bodhi: lol
And that had been a mistake.
A big one.
Because not engaging with Ridoc meant he would go off on his own spiral, and Bodhi hadnāt given him anything to go on. And silence from Ridoc Gamlyn ā complete, total, uncharacteristic silence ā was never good. It was often the opposite of good. It meant planning. It meant scheming. It meant Ridoc had taken Bodhiās ālolā as a personal challenge from the universe.
But Bodhi had orders arriving, stock to check, shelves to restock. He forgot Ridoc and his texts until two hours later.
Until he didnāt.
He looked back at his phone, saw no new messages, and frowned. That wasā¦ suspicious. Deeply suspicious.
But still, there were things to do, and he was halfway through cataloguing a new delivery of beans when a sharp knock sounded on the storeroom door.
Bodhi froze.
The knock came again. A very deliberate, very particular knock.
āCome in?ā he called ā cautiously, because with Ridoc, caution was generally wise.
The door pushed open.
Ridoc sauntered in like a man who knew exactly what he was doing. Exactly what effect he was having. He wore a thigh-length coat over running leggings and trainers, hair a little mussed like heād just been at the gym ā except his eyes were gleaming with somethingā¦ dangerous.
Something Bodhi had learned to correctly identify as āthis is going to derail your entire afternoon.ā
āHow are you feeling, babe?ā Ridoc asked, voice low and warm.
Bodhi narrowed his eyes. āFine. Why? What are you doing here, Ridoc?ā
Ridocās grin widened, wicked and delighted.
āI thought,ā he purred, āthat you might needā¦ a nurse.ā
And then ā with all the drama of a stage magician ā he flicked open the buttons of his coat and swept it aside.
Bodhi genuinely choked.
Because underneath wasā¦
Oh no.
Oh yes.
A tiny white nurseās dress, barely skimming Ridocās thighs and covering the more delicate parts of him, trimmed with red piping and sporting a red first-aid cross on the pocket. It shouldāve been illegal. Criminal. Banned by some international treaty. Especially when paired with tight black leggings that did absolutely nothing to hide the gorgeousness of Ridocās thighs.
Bodhiās mouth went dry. Completely, utterly desert-dry.
His boyfriend ā his sweet, unhinged disaster of a boyfriend ā fluttered his lashes and tilted one hip, and Bodhi realised he was genuinely a little dizzy.
āI thinkā¦ā Bodhi managed, stepping forward instinctively, eyes shamelessly travelling the length of Ridocās body, āIām sick.ā
Ridoc smirked slowly, triumphantly. āOh, I agree. Very sick. Iām afraid youāll need immediate, hands-on care.ā He re-buttoned the coat deliberately, torturously slow, and Bodhi felt like the breath had stopped in his lungs. āAnd Iām sure all this work can wait until tomorrow.ā
Bodhi swallowed. Loudly.
He took another step, crowding Ridoc back against the storeroom door, pressing close enough that he could feel heat radiating from Ridocās chest. His lips hovered a breath away from Ridocās mouth ā close enough to taste laughter on his exhale, to feel the way Ridocās breath hitched.
āLead the way,ā Bodhi murmured, voice rough and warm, ānurse.ā
