Joel fanfic writers, stop tagging your fanfics with hashtags of other characters!! This is SO FUCKING annoying!! I can't stand going into Ellie or Abby's tags and the first thing that appears is some Joel fanfic. I love, love, love him, but his fanfics should be tagged with HIS name.
why is literal word porn all that ever trends in the fanfic tags. where has hurt/comfort goneee. where has the stories gone. why is porn the only thing that garters attention…??? why is everyone a literal gooner
where’s the romance gone in fanfiction? the story? it used to be a story, a feeling. now it’s just a mind orgasm and move on to your next brain fart.
i have written hurt/comfort fics over the course of my like 4 accs. they NEVER gain attention as opposed to literal word porn. i’ve seen others post hurt/comfort and i ALSO see if w/ theirs. there IS true hurt/comfort and romance that is posted, issue is they’re pushed so far down the tags they’re impossible to come across
fanfiction has changed so much. it used to be so wonderful and now like 95% of it is just sex. no plot.
i literally have to use c.ai to harness that hurt/comfort feels now since fanfics just only ever care to write about fucking.
Summary: Sink with great delight into the arms of your lord as the night engulfs you all.
Word Count: 0,5K
Warnings: MDNI, GORE, Orlok is his own warning, bites, blood, mentions of sexual intercourse.
ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE.
The wind struggled hard and tried to force its way in through the glass window that you had firmly closed hours before. The night here was silent but it screamed at the same time, an agony that only ends with the first rooster crowing.
You slid your hands down the jagged back of your lord. Your count. Your master. Your love. And your ruin.
He released the fangs that were embedded in your chest with a wet crack, blood running down in a thin line. His gray eyes met yours and you found the courage to bring a hand to the side of his bony face.
"Don't stop." you begged softly and he crawled up until his face was on top of yours.
"Foolish child." the husky voice reverberated and you felt yourself vibrate inside. "I am joining with thy flesh and thou are paying attention to the wind."
The creature moved his hips to fit inside you again, making you let out a soft sigh. He brought his nose to your cheek, inhaling deeply.
You closed your eyes. The candles in the quarters weren't enough to warm your body. But he, he somehow, even with his body devoid of any heat, was able to make you feel like you were burning alive.
It was a heat that consumed your being ever since he first came to you. Before, your tragic existence was pure agony. There was agony now, he burned you so much that you could die, but you would die with great delight at being in his arms.
You turned your head and captured your lord's thin lips in yours, "Forgive me, my lord."
He brought one of his large, calloused hands to your neck and squeezed hard, his long nails almost digging into the soft flesh.
"Thy lord?" he repeated, growling softly. "Do thou find the man whom devour thou in thy bed thy lord, child?"
You moaned audibly and your voice sounded hoarse as you gasped for air to reply, “My love.”
He let out a satisfied grunt and released your neck, moving his hips again and lowering his face to your neck to take a soft bite.
"Say it again." he ordered, thrusting once hard, making you spread your legs wider around his waist. "Say it."
"My love." you sighed, tilting your head back and closing your eyes. "My love."
He moaned hoarsely and moved his hips quickly before licking your neck.
"I had such a beautiful daydream. A night with the starry welken above our castle. Yet all I could regard about was how I wanted to tear thou apart and enter thou so we could be together."
Without any warning, he pulled out of you and crawled lower, placing his mouth on your left breast and pulling hard, a piece of skin came loose and he went back to bite you again.
You groaned loudly and your eyes rolled back, your back arched and you leaned into the evil creature on top of you.
"More." you begged. "More."
He was licking the blood from your skin and took possession of your body again with your desperate plea. He seemed to want to reach deeper with his fangs and you could no longer think straight.
"You and I..." you murmured, "we are one."
He released your breast and advanced on you, taking you in a raging, hungry kiss.
Summary: An already altered discussion has an even worse consequence.
Word Count: 1,2K
Warning: HEAVY ANGST, mentions of alcoholism, canon-typical violence, arguments, screaming, BLOOD.
note: this story takes place after the end of arcane.
ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE.
War and grief have the power to change a person. Maybe for a while, or maybe forever, but change is a certainty.
You didn't escape it, neither did Vi.
You were a constant presence at Caitlyn's mansion, at her insistence. She knew that having a friend around would be good for Vi and for herself. And you didn't want to be alone either, after everything you'd witnessed.
With the periods you spent away from your apartment, it was necessary to always have a small suitcase with your things, despite Caitlyn's insistence that you occupy one of the closets in the room you were assigned.
The problem with taking your clothes was that Vi got into the habit of borrowing them, or just taking them out of your suitcase and then showing up wearing one of your shirts.
But you didn't care. Stealing your clothes seemed like a pastime to her, or pestering you to read to her in front of the fireplace. You didn't mind any of that, since you'd rather have her doing those things than drinking whole bottles of booze.
Vi's addiction to alcohol has always worried you, you closely followed the bad period she went through after the fight with Caitlyn.
She scoffed the first time you suggested she try cutting down on her drinking, got angry the second time, and only softened the third time when she saw how upset you were about it..
The first few months after the war were the hardest, as she grieved over Jinx's death. But you tried to make her comfortable, giving her space and staying close when she seemed more open. The following months were easier, even though the pain was still there, she knew you would be there for her.
With a soft knock on the door of the room she shared with Caitlyn, you waited only a few seconds before hearing permission to enter.
Vi smiled softly as you poked your head in the doorway before stepping all the way in. She was sprawled out in one of the fancy chairs near the fireplace.
"Hey, smarty pants." she held out a hand as you approached.
"Hey, what are you doing?" you rubbed your thumb gently over her bruised knuckles. They were already healing.
"Just... nothing. I couldn't find you and Cait is working in her office." she replied, leaning her head against the back of her chair. "What about you?"
"I'm sorry to tell you, but I need my brown jacket." You replied, seeing her look up at you. "I'm going home today."
"Why?" she asked, letting herself sound fragile, something she rarely did.
"I need to wash my clothes and, I don't know, live in my own house? For a while. Before they kick me out." you shrugged.
"There's a washing machine here, I bet you can use it. And Cait already said you can live-"
"Vi." you interrupted her with a warning tone. "I don't want to talk about this again, you can come see me, or I'll come here when I have time, I don't know. Where's my jacket?"
She let go of your hand and frowned cutely, making her look like a kitten.
"In my middle drawer." she nodded towards the large closet that took up almost an entire wall in the room. "On the left side of the closet."
"In the drawer?" you asked, frowning as you walked over to the closet, opening the doors and looking at the drawers she indicated. "You know where you're supposed to hang a jacket, right?"
"Nonsense," she replied, turning her face back to the fire. "I saved it, that's what matters."
"It must be full of mold, yuck." you joked as you opened the drawer, soon spotting the thick lining of your jacket, picking it up and bringing it close to your face.
You were about to close the drawer again when you saw a smooth surface, glass? Against your better judgment of leaving Vi's privacy alone, you opened the drawer wider and moved the few clothes that were covering the small bottle out of the way. Bottle. A small, light bottle of liquor. Someone had drunk more than half of it.
Your stomach sank and you stopped listening to Vi's voice rattling off a response to your earlier taunt. You lifted the bottle and turned to her.
"Vi, what the fuck is this?" you sounded harsher than you intended. "I thought you were done with that."
She turned her face to you, her expression darkening into anger, "Gimme that." she stood up and walked over to you.
"What's this nonsense?" you took the bottle out of her reach as she stepped forward and tried to take it from you.
"You don't have to get involved in this. Give me the bottle." she held out her hand and you stepped back even further.
"Please, you've come so far. Does Cait know? She'd hate to see you drinking again." you could feel your eyes burning with tears that wanted to come out.
"You don't know anything about me and Cait. Give me that." she advanced on you and you felt anger.
"No!" you shouted. "I thought you-"
"I told you to give me that!" she raised her fist in the air and you felt your head being thrown back hard, making you stumble.
You lost your balance and the things you were carrying fell. Your vision blurred slightly and you soon felt blood running down your now sore nose. Bringing your hand up to your face, you panicked slightly when you saw the thick liquid covering it.
You turned your wide eyes to Vi, who was staring at you, transfixed. Getting up from the ground, you quickly walked past her and stomped away.
The large bandage on your nose was uncomfortable and unsightly. Your nose throbbed and every now and then a wave of pain would hit you, making you curl up even more.
But the pain you felt when you remembered Vi's words was greater, she was right, after all. You knew nothing about her and you shouldn't meddle in her life.
The next day came in a blur and you only realized it when you heard a knock on your door. Groaning in discontent, you dragged yourself over and opened the door a crack.
Your expression quickly fell when you saw Vi standing there, your suitcase slung over her shoulder, your brown jacket in her unoccupied hand.
"What are you doing here?" you spat.
"You... you left your things at Cait's house, I just wanted to bring them to you." she said, her gaze roaming over your face, a hint of worry present.
You reached your hand through the door opening, "Okay, give it to me."
"It's heavy, I'll put it in there for you." she lowered her face and continued to look at you, so that her eyes seemed bigger. "Please."
You huffed and opened the door wider, stepping aside for her to come in. She walked past you with cautious steps as you left the door ajar. You crossed your arms, watching her place your suitcase on the coffee table, resting your jacket on top.
Vi turned to you, her gaze lingering on your face. She looked shy, which was not like her.
"I didn't mean to hit-"
"You said you came to bring my things and you already did, you can go." you interrupted, your nose starting to hurt again.
"I would never hurt you on purpose." she took a step towards you, making you step back. "I didn't mean to do it."
"But you did. And you were right, anyway. I don't know anything about you and I'm not going to interfere in your life anymore." you replied, your voice serious. "Go away."
Vi's eyes shone, the shine of tears she didn't want to shed. She shook her head and walked past you.
Summary: A peaceful attempt at making flower crowns with Glinda and Elphaba.
Word Count: 0,5K
Warnings: none 🤍
ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE.
"You keep copying mine." Glinda's overly sweet voice grumbled, earning a snort from Elphaba, who was sitting next to you.
"I don't know if you noticed but we're in a field of flowers, all the flowers here look alike." Elphaba said, not bothering to lift her head to look at the blonde girl, who had an annoyed pout on her lips.
"I'm not talking about that, you know. You're braiding in the same pattern as me." Glinda held up the flower braid in production to prove it.
You frowned and shrugged your shoulders even more. The two of them had been arguing since they arrived. Uninvited. You were making flower crowns alone, enjoying the cool breeze of the late afternoon. A moment of peace, away from the typical chaos of Shiz.
But Galinda seemed to have a radar that pointed straight at you, because it wasn't long before she appeared, dragging Elphaba by the hand.
She blinked her big eyes at you and you gave her permission to sit down and join in your activity. Everything was fine, but soon Glinda began to get annoyed with Elphaba's crown.
"That's nonsense! I'm braiding them so they stay firmly attached." the green girl argued, starting to work harder with her hands.
"That's envy." Glinda hummed, pursing her lips so that her dimples were visible.
"Why would I be jealous of the way you weave flowers, Galinda?" Elphaba finally lifted her face to look at her.
"There are many reasons for this. You don't have the ability-"
With a loud huff, you stood up from the grass, dropping your flowers and brushing the dirt off your uniform. Grabbing your bag, you began walking away from the pair.
"Look what you did! You pissed her off," Glinda's voice whispered.
"Be quiet." Elphaba ordered, and turned to you. "Hey, where are you going?"
You stopped in your tracks and turned to them, "To my dorm."
"Don't you want to go study with me?" She stood up, her expression embarrassed.
Glinda hurriedly stood up and stood in front of her, "Don't you want to go try on dresses with me? Or watch me practice with my wand-"
"No, thank you." you turned around and continued walking towards campus with heavy steps.
A few days later, you buried your face even deeper into the book you were reading when you heard Glinda's melodious voice approaching. You squinted your eyes as she let out a happy little squeal upon spotting you.
"There you are!" she exclaimed, then turned to Elphaba. "I told you she'd be here."
"I'm reading." you grumbled.
"Oh, we see." Glinda continued to act excited, pulling Elphaba closer to her. "We just want to give you something."
Elphaba opened her bag and took out a wreath, making you look up from your book, "We finished yours for you, you left it lying there."
You closed the book and stood up, taking the crown in your hands delicately, it was sloppy and had some flaws, but it was closed and someone had placed extra flowers on top.
"Which one of you did it?" you asked, not wanting to cause another fight.
"Both of us! Did you like it?" Glinda asked, looking at you expectantly.
You sighed in relief, finally. They did something without fighting.
"I- yes, I love it, it's beautiful." you replied and Glinda quickly took the crown and put it on you, Elphaba adjusted it slightly so it wouldn't be crooked.
"Oh, you look like a princess." Glinda said, pretending to wipe away tears.
"It suits you very much." Elphaba said, pressing her lips together in a smile.
Summary: Things are starting to turn around again.
Word Count: 0,8K
Warning: insecurities
ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE.
When you realized the way you had spoken to Mel the day before, you wanted to disappear.
What were you thinking? How did you think it was appropriate to talk to a Counselor like that?
Burying your face in your hands, you sighed audibly. Maybe you should start packing your things.
Entering the lab was like committing a crime, walking through the halls was like being wanted. Well, it was all in your head, you knew, in a way. But nothing could stop it from becoming reality.
Losing your privileges and sponsorships, being expelled from your lab and being forgotten were things that could happen if you displeased one of the Council members.
With a dramatic groan, you leaned your head back against the workbench. The richest person in Piltover? You weren't thinking that at all.
At least you were lucky enough not to run into her in the days that followed, which gave you time to think about what to do.
But luck wasn't so great, it seems, because Heimerdinger requested a Council meeting with some of the scientists who occupied the main building. And of course you were among them.
Wearing your formal clothes was still stifling, even after all the time you had been in your profession. Walking and standing in front of the gigantic table with the most important people in the city was even worse.
And there she was. Sitting in all her glory. Her elegant, smooth demeanor was the same, but you didn’t miss the way her expression fell slightly when she laid her eyes on you.
You looked away and swallowed hard, waiting for your turn to speak, which didn't take long because Heimerdinger preferred to interrupt your colleagues whenever he got too excited about their projects.
"Oh yes, you! Come, come closer." he called in his usual cheerful tone of voice. "How are you, dear?"
"I'm very well, professor, thank you-"
"Well, that's great! I've read your latest study, a wonderful thing, I must say." he said, looking around the table, receiving a few nods of approval from the other members. "I hope to be able to read the next one soon, bring it to me as soon as you're done, yes?"
You automatically looked at Mel, since she was the one you took your studies to, she seemed uncomfortable, but remained silent.
"Yes, Professor, of course." you replied politely, clasping your hands in front of you.
"And your engineering projects? I heard from one of your colleagues that you joined him in continuing a magnificent project for the new building—" his cheerful voice was interrupted.
"What engineering projects? I haven't been informed of anything." Mel's voice sounded slightly irritated, different from her usual soft tone.
You turned your head towards her and looked at Heimerdinger again, he gave an encouraging nod and you began to explain yourself.
"It's one of my areas of expertise, which I'm starting to pursue. It's not my project, actually, I'm just going to make a contribution." your voice sounded timid.
"You didn't know? I thought you were her sponsor, Councilor." Jayce's voice came through and only then did you realize he was there.
"I am. One of the sponsors, actually. I demand that your projects be brought to me, it is my responsibility to bring them to the Council." she said it firmly, alternating her eyes between you and Heimerdinger, who just nodded resignedly.
Mel had never spoken to you like that. Giving orders like you were a clueless maid.
"Well." Heimerdinger cleared his throat. "This meeting is adjourned."
You didn't wait for any further orders, turning on your heel and walking quickly back to your lab, letting out a tired sigh as you closed the door behind you.
"Didn't you ever think to tell me you were involved in engineering?" Mel's melodious voice rang out the moment you entered her office in the Council building.
"You never asked me, counselor." you replied, trying to sound polite.
"Won't you stop this?" she raised her voice in annoyance, her pretty face twisting into an angry expression. "Please, we're adults."
You swallowed and nodded, "You're right. I feel really bad... about the way I spoke to you earlier. I shouldn't meddle in your personal relationships."
"You're a personal relationship of mine." she raised an eyebrow. "Don't apologize, I would have been the same way if I witnessed someone having... sexual intercourse."
You felt the back of your neck heat up and sighed, "You were in your house anyway. I'm the one who broke in."
"You didn't broke in, I made it clear that you could come in whenever you wanted. That remains the same." she walked around the table, the clicks of her heels becoming present. "I must also apologize for the way I conducted myself at the Council."
"There's no need-"
"Jayce is a good man, but my relationship with him is... carnal. And business-related." she took a few steps closer. "If that's what's keeping you from me."
"Counselor, I don't-"
"Don't tell me no. You don't want me anymore?" she reached out to pull your hands toward her.
"No one in their right mind would give up on you." you blurted out and widened your eyes slightly afterwards, earning a giggle from Mel.
"Well, that's great then." she hooked her arms around your neck and leaned her face down to you, pressing her delicate lips against yours.
I hope she never leaves me, please, God, you must believe me
Caitvi x fem!reader
Summary: Even though the world was ending, Caitlyn and Vi's concern for you was above all else.
Word Count: 0,8K
Warning: mention of headaches, reader doesn't like physical contact that much (only caitvi can), mention of blood, mention of violence, poly.
ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE.
Your head throbbing was the first thing you felt when you opened your eyes, followed by dizziness and blurred vision. Letting out a groan of pain, you looked at the thing that had woken you up: the door to your laboratory was open, the warm yellow light coming from outside made you see who had opened it.
The shadows of the two figures entering with hesitant steps were unmistakable. Caitlyn and Vi turned their heads in almost every direction, looking for you, apparently. You rolled your eyes.
Jayce. That nosy gossip. He was always the one behind every intrusive visit Caitlyn made to your lab.
Standing up silently, you stretched your back and walked towards them with a frown on your face.
"What are you doing here?" you asked, your voice hoarse with sleep, watching them turn their heads towards you quickly. Vi raised her gauntlets defensively before her expression softened as she looked at you.
Caitlyn sighed in relief, walking towards you in precise steps and pressed you against her tightly, burying her pointed nose in your neck. You groaned uncomfortably and didn't return the hug. As always.
"Why did you disappear? Look at you, you look so tired." she pulled away but continued to hold you in her arms. "Why is it so dark in here?"
"I work better this way." you shrugged, then turned your gaze to Vi, who was just staring at the two of you. "Why are you wearing gauntlets? Did you come to arrest me? I haven't committed any crime."
"Negligence is a crime, in a way." Caitlyn's firm voice replied and she squeezed your arms lightly. "Are you asleep? It seems like you're not."
"I sleep all the time." you pulled away from her arms and walked back to your workbench. "Why are you acting like I died? I'm here all the time, you know that."
"Jayce told us he hadn't seen you in almost a week. We went to your apartment and you weren't there either." Vi deactivated her gauntlets, which fell to the floor with a loud thud, and walked over to you with an irritated expression on her face. "Do you know how worried you made us?"
"Did you pay attention to what you just said? It took you more than a week to realize I was gone." you joked and let out a mocking sound, which was not well received by the duo, who continued with serious faces. "I'm fine, don't be dramatic."
"You think it's funny? You're going to get killed." Caitlyn crossed her arms.
"Then it would take you another week to realize it." you scoffed.
"It's not funny! Don't you realize we're only concerned about your health?" she took a few steps closer. "Go home and take a shower and rest. Your commander's orders."
Before you could give another sarcastic retort, Vi's strong arms wrapped around you in a warm hug, she brought one of her hands to the back of your head and placed her face on your shoulder. You looked up at Caitlyn in a silent plea for help, but she just smiled tenderly.
You raised a hand and patted Vi's back uncomfortably, but she only squeezed you tighter.
"I'll only let you go if you come with us." Her voice was muffled against your shoulder.
"Okay, okay. I'll go." you grumbled, pushing her lightly. "Let go of me."
She let go of you and smiled big, earning an eye roll from you.
Caitlyn had demanded that you recover at the Kiramman mansion, of course. You hadn't gotten out of bed in a few days.
The civil war in Piltover had left a lot of damage to the city and its people. One of those damages was the heavy bleeding you had from your head after being thrown to the ground with force, hitting your head hard on the concrete.
There wasn't as much blood anymore, but the headaches were terrible. But nothing was as bad as seeing Caitlyn without an eye.
She sat elegantly in the fancy upholstered chair beside his bed and reached out to stroke your arm. Vi came in soon after, leaning against the bed frame with a glass of drink in her hand.
"How are you?" Caitlyn leaned over and brought her hand to her face, sniffing lightly.
"How do I look?" you asked, straightening up to sit better against the fluffy pillows.
"Terrible." she replied with a slight smile.
"Well, at least I didn't lose any eyes." you replied jokingly.
"Damn, I thought the explosion had knocked that rebellious temper out of you." Vi took a sip of her drink.
"You love me just the way I am." you replied.
She downed the rest of her drink in one gulp and placed the glass on the bedside table, leaned over Caitlyn's chair and kissed her gently. Then she walked past her and sat down next to you on the bed.
"You're right." She searched your eyes for approval and when she found it, she brought her lips to yours.
But you turned your face away and grimaced, "Vi, that's gross. It tastes like alcohol!"
Caitlyn let out a loud laugh and climbed onto the bed as well, lightly pushing Vi, who had a shocked expression on her face. "Mine don't taste like alcohol."
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