#fabfiction

[yourlocalbadgerscales]

This is how it felt for Regulus and Sirius to be chosen in the reaping a second time 🎀

[star-whores-a-new-hoe]

hi! So I have a brake from school next week which means catching up on writing! Yay! I wanted to post a little list for what you guys have to look forward to and to keep myself accountable 😅 these are in no particular order!

1. Forehead kisses with Obi headcannons

2. slow dancing with Obi headcannons

3. rainy day with Obi headcannons

4. first time with Obi headcannons

5. Obi’s first time headcannons

6. toping Din headcannons

7. part two of the fill the silence series.

8. Maybe a smutty one shot idk yet but I want to write one!

on top of that I plan to open an Etsy shop with prints of my art work and stickers of some Star Wars characters on April 6th!

[demonlordkale]

That Feel when you want to advertise your fic but remember that friends you love and respect follow you on Tumblr and you're not sure if you can face them if they know the depravity that lurks within your soul

[dadzawa-adopt-dabi]

me: wonders how i’ve gotten such ridiculous word counts on some projects

my daily word count goal: 500 words a day

me: okay but thats not that-

Wc goal: thats over 3,000 a week dude, chill. find some.

[chase-the-windandtouch-the-sky]

It was originally a mis-type, but now all my fic recs will he called ‘Fab-Fiction.’

[dearjaredkleinam]

To The Tucks

For @long-road-to-santafe

Alternate ending to Tuck Everlasting where Winnie goes back to the Tucks after 6 years

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Jesse tuck had waited six years for this day. He woke as he normally did, from the sun streaming in from the small window across his bedroom in the tiny inn he had rented for a few nights. He never stayed anywhere long, so the inns made easy switches between places possible. The moment his eyes opened there was a turning in his chest. Today is the day.

Mere hours later he stood on a train station platform with the words “TREE GAP NEW HAMPSHIRE” etched in a swirling script above the doorframe. He looked around at the all too familiar platform, recognizing some faces, some new. He pulled his jacket collar up to his ears, blocking anyone’s ability to have a good clear look at his face.

Stepping out into the July air gave Jesse a sense of freedom. Closing his eyes he let the sun splash over his cheeks, illuminating the gentle scattering of freckles over the bridge of his nose. A deep breath of the air cleansing his lungs, and centring him I’m the midst of his chaotic surroundings. The waiting is over.

The sound of the woods around him were all too familiar. A sense of home washed over him as he ran his fingers over tree trunks, and through bushes, drinking in the moment. He took his time getting to where he needed to go. The spring would always be there, and now... so will Winnie.

The moment he reaches the spring his stomach is doing flips. Today Winnie will join him forever. Today Jesse Tuck will no longer live alone forever in the world. His partner in crime will always be there to help him along.

He sits at the trunk of the all too familiar ash tree tracing the faint outline of the T he had carved years ago. Memories of the day he drank himself to immortality flooding his mind. He can almost see the scene playing out in front of him. He and Miles sprinting for the spring, saying something about “dying of thirst”. He chuckled to himself shaking his head.

He doesn’t know how long he waits by that tree. The sun is beginning to work past it’s peak in the sky as Jesse switches from his sitting position, to pacing back and forth. Since shedding his thick outer jacket he continues to sweat nervously. Is Winnie coming? Did she get rid of the water he had given her 6 years ago? He begins to panic. He is as alone as he’s been for all these years, now with a sense of emptiness inside him.

What was he thinking? No one in their right mind would be willing to drink the water. Winnie wanted a real life.

He began to pull on his coat, fighting the tears that were threatening to spill from his eyes. Shrugging on his bag, turning on his heel to leave this town and never return when something falls from his pocket. A small black box.

He gingerly plucks it off the ground, opening the lid. In sits, enveloped in velvet, a small silver band with a shining diamond in the centre. The first of many amazing things he wanted to give to Winnie. A ring.

Anger. Fury. Sadness. It all hits him at once. How could he have been so stupid? So naive? So selfish?

Jesse is so lost in his own thoughts that he almost missed the gentle sound of a music box behind him.

He turns to see the sparkling mane of red hair, draping down her shoulders. The gentle curls framing her face, perfectly suited with her green dress. Not the dark green he’d last seen her in so long ago, but a soft almost blue-green. It was beautiful. She’d grown into her body, that had now become much more mature. The draping of her dress held onto the curves of her hips delicately. He wasn’t sure if this was real.

“Jesse, you don’t look a day over 108.”

He chuckles, meeting her green eyes with his brown. He ran a hand through his hair attempting to comb through the knots that had set in during the day, while simultaneously feeling a blush rise to his cheeks. He’d known that Winnie would grow into a beautiful young woman, but he never could have predicted the beauty of the girl in front of him.

“I didn’t think you were coming,” he whispers.

“I almost didn’t. I sat all day just listening to Mae’s music box, going back and forth in my mind.” She takes a step towards him closing the lid of the box, running her fingers over the top gently.

He mimics her step, carefully, as if she were an animal in the forest he were watching. He can hear his heart pounding in his ears.

“It always came back to you, Jesse.”

His breathing quickens as he fights the wide grin that wants to set on his lips. He takes another step.

“I waited all this time for you. His whisper is barely audible over the pounding of his heart in his ears.

She gives a small giggle, her eyes casting down to her simple nude shoes.

“Let’s stop waiting then.”

Jesse can’t avoid the smile that spreads across his face. He thinks he may look absolutely crazy, but with Winnie he doesn’t mind.

They make their way to the spring, stooping to scoop the water into the empty vile from Winnie’s music box.

“After Hugo brought me home I may have dumped the water on my toad,” she blushes, obviously embarrassed.

“It’s okay, you were,” Jesse pauses laughing at the thought of an immortal toad, “only eleven.”

They stand together, hand in hand, Winnie looking at the vile of water, Jesse at Winnie.

“Winnie, there’s something I want to give you first.”

He reaches into his pocket and reveals the ring to her.

“Six years ago we said that we would get married. I wasn’t kidding. I want to be able to spend the rest of my life really with you, more than just partners in crime. Winnie Foster, will you marry me?”

After a brief pause of shock a smile appears across her lips, a single tear running down her cheek. She nods quickly reaching out for Jesses hand. If someone had told Jesse 50 years ago that this would happen, he would have never believed them.

He slips the ring on her finger, lacing their hands together, while running his thumb over her knuckles. Gently, he kissed the back of her hand, almost as if her could break her at any moment. Vile if water still in her hand, she gently pulls Jesse toward her, placing her left hand on his shoulder, their chests impossibly close. He was sure she could feel every beat his heart made, every flutter of butterflies in his chest, every breath he took.

Impulsively, his hand reaches up to cup her cheek, running his fingers over her jaw. He sees her leaning in towards him, eyes closed.

When their lips collide, the world around them slips away. In that moment it’s just them in the beginning of their steps to a whole world of adventures. She tugs him even closer by the collar of his jacket, bringing him back to earth. Whatever just happened was magical, nothing Jesse had ever experienced before in his life.

They pull away from each other, Winnie’s eyes still closed, a small serene smile on her face. The science that follows is anything but comfortable as Winnie connects their hands again, giving a slight squeeze. “I love you, Jesse Tuck.”

“I love you too,” he beams.

His eyes fall back to the vile, “are you ready?”

She nods, taking a shaky breath. Holding the water to the light shining through the leaves in the trees she can see how clear it is, unnaturally clear. Her stomach is doing flips, and her heart is racing.

“Hey,” Jesse whispers, “I’m right here, okay? I always will be, and I’ll never let anything bad happen to you. Not in a million years.”

She squeezes his hand once more and turns back to the vile.

With one last breath before drinking she quietly announces, “to the Tucks.”

She drinks.

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My first fic and it took me over a week to do so I hope it does justice 💕

Also the Tuck fandom needs more fanfic

Feel free to send in any more requests

[high-pot-in-noose]

I was just reading some random fanfic and in the foreword it said "I have a Tumblr! It's (your Tumblr)" and I thought it was funny because I'm already following you. I have been for a long time. Anyways thanks for writing good fanfic and I hope you have a good day.

Wait! Come back! Which one were you reading?! D:

[pageturnerscorner]

He was slobbering on her hand, she barley contained her disgust at the oaf of a man but still managed a smile to placate him. He was the host of the nights ball after all, and she was obligated to dance the first with him both being bachelors. ‘Milanthe, your snow skin positively glows under my chandelier and may I compliment you on your choice of colours? Divine inspiration indeed pairing a celestial blue and silver. Her ears had been tipped with silver dust to accentuate the points, her jewellery delicate silvers, but her gown was that of a deep blue form hugging in the middle to a flare at the hips with deep intricate weaving waves of silver inlays. ‘Thank you sire, you look extremely dapper yourself this eve. Shall we?’ Motioning to the dance floor with a gloved hand he took it in his own. Her grin was slipping, she had no time for simpering males, for grand balls showing status with materials, she long to be at home with- ‘Careful my dear, least your pretty neck breaks!’ A saying in Orlais, but still a rude one. She found her shoe under her skirts and replaced the offending foot. Smiling apologetically to her inevitable partner for the evening, she took her position hand pressed against his mirroring his stance and waited for the barrage to begin. Oh but of course he was light on his feet, a flippity man intent on embarrassing her further within the elite circles gathering to watch. This wasn’t her upbringing, but she had no choice now. She didn’t suppose she ever did really, being the ward of a wealthy dignitary the estate and riches had gone to her. Her introduction to the circles had been swift brutal and very unkind. Hearing the phrase knife ear was more common nowadays than when they had thought her a lowly serf. The song had sped up, she was in danger again of loosing a shoe. Thankfully it abruptly ended. She had spun about and pirouetted in time with the music and felt her first test complete. Now she needed air lest her corset burst. Curtsying for the host she made her way to the gardens kept immaculate by talented hands of course and sat on the centre fountains edge alone gathering her thoughts. ‘Do you wish to be alone?’ Her shock at hearing someone speak was negated by her shock at seeing who did. ‘You should not be here! What if you are caught! What are you doing?’ She brought upon herself worries and concerns that the intruder just smiled away and thumbed her cheek. ‘And what,’ his accent very thickly antivan, ‘miss the opportunity to see my love dressed as such?’ If not for the silver dust her ears would be red from the blushing. ‘You couldn’t of waited a few hours?’ She felt her hands being tugged to stand ‘If you knew how painful a wait that would truly be...’ Her eyes closed as he drew her closer hearing the host call her name from the balcony.