I am alive for ‘Nick as an Assassin’ AU.
Points to La Vie en Rouge, I got u covered.
Note to self get back to fic writing between studies & work.
Yeah, that's where I've been, sorry guys.
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I am alive for ‘Nick as an Assassin’ AU.
Points to La Vie en Rouge, I got u covered.
Note to self get back to fic writing between studies & work.
Yeah, that's where I've been, sorry guys.
Cut The Sternum Out - L4D2 Werewolf AU
Dedicated to @draconica and @nekocrouton
Edit: FINALLY FIGURED OUT THE READ MORE. SUCCESS
I’m honestly a little surprised that I’ve never come across a ‘werewolf’ fic set in the Left 4 Dead universe - the concept of humans turning into monsters is perfect for that kind of thing. They used to be all the rage when I was first getting into the fanfiction game.
I may have written one or two werewolf fics myself, but we’ll just gloss over that.
“Oh, man, I know! That’s what I’ve been saying. If there is zombies, there have got to be vampires, wolfmen, mummies, aliens…all that shit, man. It just makes sense!”
#you should post them!!
When I say I’ve written werewolf fics, they’ve been in other fandoms. I’ve not gone as far as that for L4D yet, hurr.
Give me a weekend, i can make ur dreams come true
I’ve been away for far too long...
I hope you’re ready for a few things being updated.
One Night Off (NSFW)
Something I mulled over and wrote over the weekend...Dammit Phone Guy. This is purely self-indulgent and the fact that I didn't see any fics about him that I liked.
I wanna write one of those fics that an entire fandom knows about, that shows up on everyone’s rec list, that people create artwork for.
A Thrall of Wine and Embers [7/?]-Nicolas
Back on track-ish! Enjoy!
Baked Alaska Sweethearts, Scare and Morning--bonus points if you combine them. +10 bonus points.
Ann screamed in absolute horror as she staggered back. Noel's beautiful eyes had gone blank as blood dripped from his mouth. The massive iron spike tore through his body, his fragile wings melted all around him. She suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder then spun him around...
"Ann!" Noel hissed before he dodged a swiped, "WOMAN CALM DOWN!"
The young woman blinked awake and immediately embraced her lover tight.
"I-I thought...I thought you were dead! You were so warm..."
Noel chuckled and kissed Ann on both the lips and the forehead, "I'm here, Ann...I'm yours remember?"
White Horse, Date. MUAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAAA
"Water sir?" the waitress offered Baltan for the third time this evening.
"I-I'm fine, just," Baltan was adjusting his tie, smoothing out nonexistent wrinkles from his suit. He picked a steakhouse for his date, figuring he'd like a good cut of meat with salad on the side. This was one of those situations that a prodigy isn't ready for in any sense of the word. This was their first outing as a couple...and gods be damned if something went wrong.
"Baltan?" the voice started the blind man out of his body, "Have you been waiting long? I had to put Azzie to sleep."
The blond man exhaled then smiled, "Nah, I'm good. Sit, the menus will be coming up."
Eureka grinned, "Must be special if you're willing to spend money like this."
"Oh, I hope it is."
Aliceshipping, Drafts
Madloveshipping / Marry / Any Universe
Left out Moon Games, sorry!
Canonverse
The wedding dress was tattered, and the tuxedo hung on Michael’s thin frame but they were happy with this. No witnesses, no priest or judge, but it would be validated by the simple rings they exchanged, along with their vows.
"I, Michael Walters, take you, Renata Morvay, to be my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, til death do us part," the young man offered, his voice breaking a little. He’d been shot, tortured, and more but this scared him the most.
"I, Renata Morvay, take you, Michael Walters, to be my lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, til death do us part," Renata wasn’t faring any better, joyful tears streaming down her face and whispered,
"T-this is when we kiss…"
Michael nodded slightly and locked lips with his new wife. He never got to enjoy this moment in his life…but this was good enough.
Woodrow Burns verse
"Ripley, sweetie, shh," Renata hushed her two-and-half-year-old daughter as the pastor laughed. The infant was fussy in her flower girl dress, she didn’t like it! The small church only had her parents, their pack, Prince Noel and his own family, and of course their wolves, who were very obedient considering the event. Michael was so tense about everything, his breath jumped at every word that came out of his mate’s mouth.
Madelin gently took her and bowed to her alpha pair, “It’s okay, it’ll take care of her.”
As soon as the baby quieted down, the pastor continued the service, but he recognized that this ceremony was a mere formality; these two had long since bonded in every aspect, mind, body and soul. They had long since married, they just needed a paper.
Thrallverse
Mikhail saw just how mesmerized his oldest son was with their guests’ daughter. Today was a wonderful event as the Stormwailtes celebrated their union with the Morvays. With their marriage, the House that served King Robert Baratheon would have the commerce of the Summer Islands, a way that both families and lands survived any political outcome. The newly-weds danced along the ceremonial fires, showing a natural attraction to each other, ever since Renata stole a kiss from Michael in the Summer Isles market.“You’re still learning, Michael?” Renata laughed, wrapping her sash around Michael’s waist.
"I’m not keen to dance, but I suppose for today," the young lord smiled and twirled his new wife around, "I can try."
Drabbles meme 2
Send me one of these:
Greetings: And I will write our characters’ first ever meeting.
Kiss: My character will kiss yours.
Comfort: My character will hug yours.
Date: I will write an account of what would happen if our characters went on a date.
Truth: My character will tell you what they think of yours in all honesty.
Tender: I will write some sweet fluff between our characters.
Run!: I will write some action with our characters involved.
Scare: A nightmare my character has had about yours.
Break: My character will greatly upset yours.
Oops: I will write our characters getting into some trouble.
Morning: What my character would say if they woke up in bed next to yours.
AU: I will write an AU drabble with my character and yours.
Marry: My character will propose to yours.
Drafts: For unsent texts
Wine: For the drunken phone-call/text
Night: For the two am text/call
A Thrall of Wine and Embers [6/?]-Heather
God I love Heather…Enjoy!
Lady Heather Maisson was bored, that much was a given, and the Court was disappointingly mundane. As a young courtier from the wilderness of her father’s lands and now the Red Bricked Castles built by the old Targaryen rule, it was boring! She kicked off her slippers while she grabbed a piece of sweetbread. Blood and Victory, the words spoken once when asked where she came from and it was the best deterrent to those who wished to court her and torture her with betrothals and the like. With her short blonde hair, her embroidered white dress, tangerine bracelets, she bore the triangle and the crossed spears of the small but brutal Sunderland-Maisson House on a yellow and red sash.
Allied to the Riverrun families, the smaller House resided in a hilly land covered in an impenetrable fog where the fish and water flowed freely. At fifteen and having bled long ago, the tempestuous young woman refused noble suitors left and right, none really pleased her or her lord father Harrold Maisson, Harry for short. Along with Lord James Sunderland, they laid wasted into the old religions that kept the people in terror. But unlike the other conquests that dotted the history of Westeros, both men chose to reign the silent lands together, to make peace with the old protectors, Xuchilbara the Red Guardian, Lobsel Vith the Yellow Maester.
A knock at her door, a particular set of notes and Lady Heather giggled, “You need not be so formal, Alesser. Come in, I’m decent.”
"Lady Heather, please refrain from such language," a man shy of twenty-five stepped in, his face covered in a telltale pink to his cheeks, "I don’t want to put you in a compromising position."
Alessander Shepherd was a stern young soldier in brass armor, whose face was rigid and short hair slicked back in fragrant oil. On his chest plate, he bore not just the symbols of his masters’ lands but also the Shepherd Trident and Swords, the enforcers of lore and the Masters at Arms for the town. They were joined by the Bartlets, the Finches, and the Holloways in this land, bound by the bloodshed their Order had caused. How unfortunate Alesser’s name was in all this, as his name perpetuated his father’s insult and his mother’s disdain. In fact, unlike Heather, Alesser seemed happy to be away from the River hills, and more so to be with someone who cared for him.
"Seems to be a common thing in this Court, lest the gods hear us," Heather laughed, "Sit, has my father sent any letters? I know it’s harsh for him to be alone this time of year but…" It was no secret that Harry loved his daughter so much, especially after losing his firstborn in a fire. A fire the fervent Dahlia, a fanatic with a grudge, would warn to be the old gods’ rage against the Seven of Westeros. Because of her youth and grace, Cheryl merited the most sacred of tradition in the fog: to have her ashes spread in the river and let the fog guide her to the next life.
Alesser kneeled before the young woman and shook his head, “Your Lord Father would hate to see you sad, my lady. He would understand if Queen Cersei or Queen Margaery kept you here a little longer. What we’ve been able to accomplish for our lands is great, but..”
"But what? Tell me, what have you heard from the other guards and captains?" Heather moved about her chair and bit from her bread, "All I hear is gossip about who Lord Tyrion had in his bed or how brutal Lady Sansa got beaten. Hardly news at all."
"The Lannisters do not trust the Tullys, that much is certain since the Red Wedding. But they believe that all who are allied with them must declare King Joffrey as their one and only King. And you know how stubborn both Lord James and Harry can be," Alesser explained as best as he could, he wasn’t one for politics, "It’s said they will send a representative to the Hill."
Ever the biting child, Lady Maisson snorted, “If the representative can make it past the godswoods, I’ll personally kiss him.” Her grin widened at the smile that cracked on Alesser’s face.
"I’d prefer they send Tywin," with that, the soldier finally handed the scroll, "But I suppose this will satiate your humor."
Heather squealed in delight, there had been a letter from her father! “You sneaky twat! When did it arrive?”
"No less than a day, I promise!" Alesser laughed, he enjoyed his lady’s smile more than he cared to admit or show. Of course, he had someone waiting for him, Miss Elle, Judge Holloway’s striking daughter. He wrote letters every day to her, telling her stories of his travels, of the wars he’d fought in. More than his own family though he knew Josh would read them with great anticipation. It’d been by his little brother’s pleas that Alesser had been spared from punishment, risking the lives of the Bartlet’s cattle to save him and Joey from certain death by trample. Appealing to their aunt Lady Mary’s good nature was a saving grace. "What does it read?"
The young girl smiled as she read, “It seems the gods and the guardians have heard Lord Sunderland and wife’s plight; they are with child! Though her illness has deteriorated somewhat, probably draining some of her strength. He also says that the Fog has kept the village safe though there have been more bodies around now, all bearing different banners. Henry’s in the Black now, or headed there. Your brother’s fine and I seem to catch a whiff of Cybil’s perfume.”
Her smile dimmed when she continued the letter, “Oh.”
"What?" the soldier asked, worried at this sudden change in demeanor.
"…The council has pressured my father. They want me to come back, to sort out courtship matters. I either find one here on the landing or they’ll find me one."
"But you’re a Maisson! Your hands are covered in the same gods’ blood as your father’s! Surely they understand that if the gods had marriage plans, they wouldn’t send such shit," Alesser growled in disdain. "Who do they have in mind?! The only men there are old and far past their prime or barely weaned! There is work to do here, favors that need to be gained!"
"No plans yet…" Lady Heather sighed and stored the letter away, "They want to send someone else to this Court. Though I doubt whoever they send, will appease the King. Has a fondness for violence, and if I hear another rendition of The Rains of Castemere, I will personally bash that person’s head."
The young Shepherd pondered for a moment then held out his hand, “Would a quick hunt suffice your needs?”
Heather’s humor recovered enough for a nod, there were many towns that dotted the Seat of the Seven Kingdoms…one missed meal with the other courtiers wouldn’t be that big a problem if it kept that fiery temper at bay. “It would.”
A Thrall of Wine and Embers [5/?]- Leon
A Thrall of Wine and Embers [4/?]-Christopher
Last one for today!
Original characters (c) jingle-king, reye-chan, themastereddo , ryiosnaps
A Thrall of Wine and Embers [3/?]-Renata
Another perspective! This turned out to become bigger than anticipated…
Original characters (c) jingle-king and @reye-chan
A Thrall of Wine and Embers [2/?] - Nicolas
Expect a few updates from this!