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[dreamlight-weaver]

{ SAVING DREAMLIGHT VALLEY }

AUTHOR: DreamlightWeaver @ AO3 RATING: Mature. PAIRING: F/M WARNINGS: No Archive Warnings Apply STATUS: Incomplete.

When Hazel comes home from a short day at work to find her boyfriend cheating on her, she has no idea that this change in her life will become the catalyst for something she never would have expected. Will you follow her on her journey into helping find and reconnect with the Ruler of Dreamlight Valley?

[weirdlyobsessedwithegos]

The Author x reader

@stitch-mistress​: Hello! If you're open to requests would you mind thinking about mine? I love your stories! Your portrayal of Eric is my favorite. I have a little challenge. My request is #36 - “We can never be together” kiss. The challenge is that I want *drumroll* ... the Author. Any pronouns are up to you. Thanks!

Author was not someone who you could call kind, or even friendly, but still, somehow, you had striken up a somewhat shaky friendship.

You would often sit with him in silence, working on your own things or reading as he wrote away on his stories, mumbling under his breath.

You have gotten so familiar with the noise of his voice and his pen on the paper, that you almost immediately notice when it stops one day. Looking up from your own papers, you find the Author seemingly frozen, just looking down at the papers on the desk in front of him.

“Is, everything alright?”

“Yes, yes, they are.” His voice seems hesitant, uncharacteristically unsure as his pen starts to scratch against the paper once more. You frown, leaving your own work to walk over to the Author. Your soft steps seemingly silent, he startles as you put a hand on his cheek, tilting his head upwards so he is looking at you.

“Don’t lie to me.” Author sigh, closing his eyes for a brief moment.

“It is just..... I have caught feelings for you, and I am unsure of how real they truly are.” Your heart skips a beat at his words, then quickly sinks to your bottom of your stomach.

“Feelings are seldom false when it comes to who you like in the moment.”

“Or are they?” He gestures as his papers, and you look at them, seeing your actions written out in his handwriting. Your eyes widen as you look at him once more and he sighs.

“I am not sure of this is something you really want, or if it is just happening because I wrote it.” Before you can say anything, he drags you down for a kiss. His lips are warm and slightly chapped against your own, but before you can really react and kiss back, he’s pulling away.

“I believe it would better for the both of us if we spent some time apart.” You don’t know what to say, just looking at him as your hand still linger on his face. 

Letting your hand fall, you leave the room as the Author goes back to his writing, by your own accord or someone’s else’s you do not know.

[some-dark-side-writing]

Cabin In The Woods

Author x reader

Request: Can i request an Author x reader fic where the reader is a hiker who stumbles upon Authors cabin? And is also a huge fan of his writings or something idk?

Of all the days for the weatherman to be wrong it had to be during your hiking journey? Instead of sun and a cool breeze like you were promised you had an onslaught of freezing cold rain that basically destroyed any resemblance of a trail you had been trying to follow. Great. You were soaked, freezing and completely lost. You were also starting to spook yourself out, alone in the dark woods, even the birds sounded different now, you weren't sure what it was, your mind warping as you swear you could make out a cabin a little further ahead, well this was looking more and more like the start of some horror movie. Your gut was telling you something, everything, was wrong as you got closer but all that stopped as soon as your hand touched the cold metal doorknob. It was golden and fancily shaped and thinking inside there had to be better than outside here you turned your hand and invited yourself in.

The rain blocked out you could finally hear your teeth chattering, pulling off your light weight jacket you rushed to the... already lit fireplace... and looking to the left of it was a rather amused looking man In a black button down shirt and jeans.

"Oh my-" you gasped, stepping closer to the coat hanger where your jacket was. "Hello there." The other replied curiously, hands clasped together in front of him. "Please, don't be afraid to sit." He drawled, his voice warm and enticing you closer to the dark brown couch that fitted nicely with the aesthetic of the place. "I hear it's awfully stormy out there." He still stood as you sat, looking you up and down inquisitively as you did the same, preparing for him to be some kind of creep and ready to leap out of his way but you couldn't help but feel like you recognised him. "S'not storming yet, just raining. A lot." The man nodded with furrowed eyebrows and a slight smile, sensing you were about to say something else which you were as your eyes widened and you finally realised where you'd seen him before, the back of your favourite book series.

"You're the author..." he raised and eyebrow, lip curling upwards. "The author of Barns, nobles and the inbetweens! Knights falling in love with farmers, the inbetweens as you- You!- called them, deciding whether they're for equality between the people or being manipulated and bought off, one of my favourite book series ever! That... is you right?" You hadn't realised you'd stood up in your excitement, only noticing now as he at some point, you couldn't remember, had stepped forward and his hand on yours snapped you back to reality, the here and now.

"That's correct, my dear." He quickly kissed your hand, dropping it with the same pace at your blush and you held the hand he'd just been in contact with, you were sure you recalled having a crush on him at some point. You were also much more relaxed now you knew him.

"You're the author."

"And you're... a stalker?" He asked, other eyebrow raised now.

Your heart dropped, understanding what this would look like. "What? No! This was all a complete accident!" You tried to explain but the author hushed you, patting your hand and inviting you to sit as he did. "I believe there are no accidents dear. Not in creation, not in inspiration, not in meetings." You felt your cheeks redden but weren't sure it was the fireplaces fault, although really focusing on that particular sense you couldn't really feel the heat, probably because the heat from the author's hand still holding yours was enough for you.

He noticed you staring off and distracted you from the fireplace, blowing warm breath onto your hands that he cupped. "Look at you. You're soaking wet doll." He said, pouting and standing as you watched. "Please, sit closer to the fire, I'll grab you a towel, would you like a change of clothes too?" Your cheeks flared as he asked you this so bluntly, knees raising to give your chin a place to rest as you scooted onto the rug, closer to the fire. "No thank you, I'm sure I'll be warm enough soon."

He nodded once and left the room to another, where you caught a glimpse of a red quilt on a dark wooden frame before the door was slammed shut, making you jump slightly. That uneasy feeling was starting to creep up again as he left, your stomach doing flips as you quickly stood up, panicking, you paced the room short of breath until quickly deciding upon knocking on the author's door for help. "Erm, where do I get a glass of water from?"

"One moment I'm changing!" You heard quickly shouted back after the rapid knock, too panicked to wonder why he was changing. "Door to your left." He quickly responded through the door as you rushed to open it. Not paying much attention to the surroundings the tap seemed to shine out to you as you placed a nearby discarded glass in your hands and let the water flow, gulping it down desperately before refilling and starting to take slow sips. The uneasiness was still there but your brain wasn't awake enough to notice the difference in the sound of your environment, the running water from the tap and the complete silence outside.

You sat next to the fire again and as soon as you did the warmth calmed you and Author exited his room, now wearing grey sweatpants and another button undone, accompanied with a black towel which he placed around your shoulders.

You thanked him and he sat next to you, his warm hand resting on your knee. "You sounded quite panicked out there, are you alright?" You gave a small smile, nodding unconvincingly. "Flashback to chapter 11?" He joked but his eyes were serious and dark. You were about to laugh but began to think about his words. Chapter 11? Why couldn't- "Erm... sir?"

He purred. "Author, please." He interrupted but no hint of a smile on his face.

"What happened in chapter 11? You implied it was sad but... I don't remember it..." Author began to growl, how were you quicker than all the others?!

"In fact," you began, standing up and knocking over your still almost full cup of water as you did. "I don't remember those books at all. Yet I'm still somehow certain of the fact they're my favourite..." Authors facial movements were slow, expression dull his head spun as yours followed, seeing the knocked over glass and the perfectly dry rug and still lit fire.

"W-What's happening?" You whispered, voice feeling like it wasn't even coming from your body. You put your hands to your head, blinking harshly as you tried to figure out why you couldn't what your heartbeat.

"Author I-" He'd been there when you began but wasn't now. He'd disappeared... and then reappeared a second later, only just enough time for you to notice how impossible it was that he was behind you now, with his mouth leaning on your shoulder.

"You don't have to wake yet. Wish to stay just a little longer and I'll allow it." He muttered into your skin. Since when we're his arms dangling over your neck?

He spun around and quickly smashed his lips against yours, dry and rough his lips took to yours as his hands on your arms kept you there for him. He leaned back at your feeble attempt to move him and you whimpered, you knew his hands weren't hurting you but the fact you were completely frozen and in his grip terrified you, almost not being loud enough to hear, you told him "I don't want this..."

Author licked over his lips, eyes staring into yours for some sign you were bluffing but soon hummed, stepping back but arms wrapped around your middle as you were still frozen. His hands were roaming up and down your back as his head lay against your chest until he seemed to find what he was looking for. "Aha!" he breathed hotly against your stomach as his hand hovered over your ass, you exhaled sharply through your nose in fear, about as much as you could do and Author chuckled before showing off the pen he'd just produced from your back pocket that certainly wasn't there before.

"It's a shame." He sighed as you watched paralysed, him producing a sheet of a paper and starting to scribble on it. "The test runs usually tell me how I, or you-" he said, smiling 'innocently' at you before looking back down to his writing, as you did trying to read it "well they'll show how we feel about each other, but I've gotten to the... irritating situation of me wanting someone who's just not ready for me yet, that's you my dear" he winked at you, humming a while longer before continuing. "I even built a kitchen, or rather simple water supply for you, you really rushed me on that one though, I was getting ready for us to spend some quality time together." You were starting to feel sick as your eyes were forced upon him but he soon gave a harsh final for to the paper and showed it to you, your eyes widening. "So. Let's try this again, shall we?"

"Hey! Hey are you okay?" You woke up when a sting was coming from your left cheek where a man seemed to be lightly tapping it repeatedly, he was also leaning over you and shouting something, before he smiled and his face left. You saw it again however as you were pulled upwards and your mind started being able to focus again. "Hey, are you okay dear?" 'Dear.' Something about the way he said that gave you dejavu. You tried to focus on him when a gust of cool air flew past your ears, waking you up and you were ready to start shivering until the warm sun hit you, the soft bird song accompanying the man's soft voice.

"You..." you said, pulling your hands to your chest which you hadn't realised he'd been holding to steady you. "Me?" He asked with a gentle yet slightly bemused smile. You nodded determinedly. "Yeah, I've seen your face before..." He looked, concerned for you, sitting you down on the large boulder than gave your thighs sunburn. "Well I'm glad memory isn't a problem", he chuckled, backing up a step to look over you. "I saw you at the edge of my woods, I waved from my cabin door, remember?" He side stepped, gesturing behind him and your dizzy eyes began to focus on the structure some 100 yards away. "We made eye contact for a split second and then-" he clicked his fingers, snapping you back to attention. "You just collapsed."

"Oh." You couldn't really think of much else to say, that seemed plausible. You saw the look of pity and concern on his face and even though you were the one who, for no apparent reason, collapsed, it made you feel bad for frightening this poor man. "Hey, would you like to have some water or something? I don't have much in my cottage, I only come here for holidays to write and get some peace and quiet" he slowly led you down the slope towards it once you nodded in agreement, leaning into him dizzily, he laughed as he turned the knob to the closed door. "I'm an author you know."

[dreamlight-weaver]

{ A DISCOVERY OF SIMPATICO }

AUTHOR: DreamlightWeaver @ AO3 RATING: Mature PAIRING: F/M WARNINGS: No Archive Warnings Apply STATUS: Incomplete.

Clara has always known her family was a little bit difficult - and when her grandfather passes, leaving her his farm in a little town called Stardew Valley, she knows that this is her only chance to make something of the mess she has lived in all her life. Can she handle it?

[dreamlight-weaver]

October 17th & 18th

This illness has kicked me right down.

I missed my orignal update date for Saving Dreamlight Valley, and for that I'm sorry. This week will hopefully see an update to both main fics, and when this post goes live, there should also be a new one-shot within the Saving Dreamlight Valley realm: Mickey & Goofy: A Boy's Trip!

There may not be an update tomorrow (the 19th) and it might be rolled into an update on Monday instead.

Thanks everyone! -Weaver

[some-dark-side-writing]

Books Are Safer

Author x reader

Request: "would it be ok to request some fluff with The Author or maybe the Googles? Any is fine, really ☺️ your fanfics are really nice!"

Author walked in, slightly grumpy you and him couldn't go exploring inside a new world he'd created for you today. "I told you it was cold outside." He said, bringing you an extra blanket as per your request and tucking you into it as he seated himself on his sofa crease beside you again. "I still think those shorts were a great fashion statement." You said at a last ditch attempt at stubbornness and humour, throwing your blanket around Author too so he was trapped underneath the warmth with you, grabbing his hand even when he tried to pull it away, trapping that too.

"I told you I have work to do Y/N..." he groaned into your neck, kissing it as he tucked your hair behind your ear to give him more room. "Mmm, yes, buuuuut I'm ill. So now you have to stay with me!" You whined, a coughing spree coming out of nowhere and Author sighed, removing his lips and hitting your back to help, even though he kind of blamed you for getting sick in the first place, as he'd told you when you woke up yesterday shivering.

Shivering as you were now, grabbing onto your partner. "I don't remember that being a rule." Author chided, but put his arm around you allowing you to snuggle into his side, luckily since he couldn't catch illnesses he didn't mind grabbing you tissues and helping you cough up whatever, knowing it was a normal thing to happen to mortals, although you could never fall ill in one of his books, his books were much safer for you, but he just couldn't pull you from reality forever, even if he made you think it real it seemed too cruel.

"Author? Honey? Light of my-"

"What do you want Y/N?" Author drawled but with a teasing tone, looking to you with a raised eyebrow and raised upper lip as he didn't fully smile teeth and all often.

"Do you want to make me a cup of tea?" You beamed up at him with eyes you were struggling to keep open. You squeezed his hand faintly, throat burning for hydration but too comfortable to move.

Author considered this for a moment, not usually the one waiting on you but seeing as you were so cute when you were ill... "Give me a kiss first." He smirked, twisting to face you better as he waited for your reaction.

Your head flinched back confused "You, erm, don't care that I'm ill and look like death." A slight smirk copying his own. "Death is sexy." Is all he answered as he leaned in for a kiss, lips brushing against yours, softer now as he didn't know how fragile you could be when you were afflicted but made it quick, winking at you before leaving your warmth to do this one menial task for you.

He made sure to make you a lemon and honey tea, uncaring if you complained he'd force it down your throat if it made your voice not a stranger, not like an old grandmother toad who'd been smoking cigarettes for 80 years had possessed you.

After making his own Irish coffee (with extra whiskey) Author made his way back to you only to find you'd fallen asleep on the sofa where he'd left you. Well not exactly 'found' with your blocked nose he could hear your snoring, probably even all the way from his soundproofed office, walking closer he set the drinks down, they'd go cold but for now he didn't care, crawling back to you, throwing the blanket quickly off your side to pull around him, not wanting the cold of the outside to stir your sleep but selfishly craving your touch as he rested his head against yours, eyes fanning over your restful body laughing under his breath at your not so peaceful snores but somehow able to relax into you, and fall asleep himself.

[sporklift]

NEW CHAPTER 

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When Felix reads in the paper that Malcolm Cassidy - world-famous author of the dark and fantastical Neverlander series - is looking for an assistant, he jumps at the opportunity. But, one surprise turns into another, and Felix realizes that he really has no idea just what he’d applied for.

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