#fancfic

[feyshin]

🌸 Can you wait for a bit more 🌸

🌸 Xicheng 🌸 Modern AU; Arranged Marriage 🌸 Misunderstandings that can lead to unhappiness 🌸 Hopes that are hard to express 🌸 Building a long-distance relationship 🌸 Friends and siblings who aren't always by your side

🌸 https://archiveofourown.org/works/28012476

[ashprince-of-bel-air]

Do you have any thoughts about Rolan apologising to his human female crush for how he behaved & explained he cares for her please? Thanks!

Sorry, this has taken a few days, I’ve been busy having to do things at work, I have also maybe gotten carried away again and written something with 1.5K words

This will be a pretty much straight continuation from this.

Rolan was sat at the bar, drowning himself in wine. Everyone was celebrating the final works that had been completed at Sorcerer’s Sundries apart from him. The one person he wanted to spend time with and talk to thought he hated her, looking down into his tankard of wine he was trying to think where he went wrong, thinking back he could see how she would feel that way about him. Rolan made a pact to himself that he would change, he could see her from across the room, the other men surrounded her like flies, it sickened him to see how they were around her, watching the honeyed words fall from their lips just to get her into bed. He would never do that, he wanted to court her properly and treat her with the respect she was due, something that he had apparently not been doing thus far, this would all change, is what he told himself.

The rest of the night in the tavern was spent with him thinking of ways he could speak to her and show that he did not hate her, glancing up at her as she enjoyed the night, getting tipsy with her colleagues. Rolan kept his distance for the most part, he would not interfere with her night, she obviously would not want his company. That was until he saw a man getting a bit too familiar with her, her face frowning as she tried to push him away politely, a hint the man was choosing to ignore at this point. Spurred on by a few tankards of wine, Rolan saw no other option but to intervene on her behalf, the other men showering her with sweet words were nowhere to be found at this point.

Rolan made good use of his thick booming voice to intimidate the man. “Excuse me, but I think the lady says no. That normally means you stop what you are doing. If I’m not mistaken, obviously” Sarcasm laced his voice as he spoke to this scum of a man, a small smile spread upon his face as he saw him retreat, not even reacting to his comment of calling him a “Foul Blood”. She was safe and that was all that was needed. Finally, Rolan turned to face her, she was shocked Rolan stood up for her, she thought he hated her but here he was defending her. A small smile adorned her face for him, silently thanking him for intervening on her behalf.

Rolan smiled back and gave a knowing nod at her as he walked back to his bar stool, he would not talk to her now but they both exchanged a knowing nod that if she needed him, he would be there. The night waned on, she faced no further issues, she enjoyed her time with her colleagues, stealing glances at the lonely Tiefling at the bar who helped her, his sad face broke her heart even though she thought he hated her, wondering if he wasn’t as bad as she imagined previously, smiling softly at him when he was not looking. It was not long until she was ready to leave, needing some good sleep, it took a while to say goodbye to everyone as she made her way out, until she passed Rolan. As she approached him, she pushed aside the memories of him being uninterested in her at work, her hand rested on his shoulder softly, surprised when she saw his face snap up towards her, a smile and wide eyed looking at her, gods those golden eyes were stunning to her in this moment, how had she never noticed them before.

“Thank you Rolan.” A smile and a sincere voice fell from her lips. “I really appreciate what you did for me earlier.” Rolan felt her squeeze his shoulder softly before she left, watching her as she walked away, he was now hopeful that she did not truly hate him, they had just got off on the wrong foot. They both shared a smile before she left, leaving Rolan to wait for her company the following morning, hoping she would not be too hungover to speak to him.

Despite their interaction at the tavern, she was still reluctant to open up fully to Rolan, he had redeemed himself somewhat by their interaction at the bar, but she could not help but still be a bit closed off towards him. It took a few weeks of polite exchanges and small talk for her to finally open up, the first time he thanked her for bringing up the tomes he needed shocked her. She often worked in close proximity to Rolan at this point, not being needed as much on the shop floor, this gave him more of a chance to speak to her, and he took every opportunity he could. Small talk was not his strong suit, but he attempted it anyway, asking how she was, how her day was going, did she have a nice weekend, all things he had heard other people talk about in passing. It came across as awkward to her, yet in an endearing way, she could tell he was making an effort and could not help but smile to herself at his shy and awkward demeanour throughout their new interactions over the weeks.

It was a warm Friday afternoon when she walked into Rolan’s study in the tower, this would be her last job of the day, filing away some tomes that someone had requested when the crimson wizard approached her. Rolan’s voice was its usual deep, thick, silky norm as he spoke. “Would you care to have a drink with me Tav? I have a nice vintage of Arabellan Dry I’ve been wanting to try, it would be a shame to keep it all to myself.” Rolan tried to sound casual, but his face betrayed him, his brow furrowed and eyes looking nervous.

She looked up at him with a smile, those golden eyes of his soft and inviting, he had been kind to her these past few weeks, a complete shift from his previous behaviour. Normally she would not entertain drinks with a man alone, but she came to feel safe around him, remembering how he helped her that night in the bar. With a genuine smile and a nod, she accepted, explaining that she will meet him on his balcony after she had finished returning the books she had in her hands. Rolan gave a small smile and bowed politely leaving her to her job, trying hard not to show how much his heart was soaring at the acceptance of his request. The balcony would be the perfect place for a drink, overlooking the city at sunset, if he was ever going to ask to court her then this would be his chance.

A short while passed and she was finished with her job, feeling butterflies in her stomach confused her, this was a man she thought previously hated her so why did she feel so nervous? She pushed that thought aside and made her way through his office to the balcony. Rolan was sat at a small table looking out over the city, the setting sun glowing on his skin making him look ethereal. She would have stood staring, transfixed at him if he had not interrupted her gaze by addressing her. “Ah Tav!” Rolan stood quickly from his chair and guided her to her own, pulling it from underneath the table so she could sit. The wine was already poured for her as she sat and took a sip, it was a fantastic vintage, the best she had ever tried, contemplating how much he must have spent on this and flattered that he would share it with her.

They sat enjoying the view and the wine for a short while before he cleared his throat and spoke, his eyes cast down slightly, nervous to make eye contact with her. “Tav, I want to apologise for my previous behaviour. It was not kind of me, I realise that now. I think you are a wonderful person here, what you do for me in your work is an incredible help to me.” His voice faltered slightly as his hands fumbled against his glass of wine, his tail twitching nervously, finally forcing himself to make eye contact. “I was also wondering if you would be interested in getting to know each other more?” Hinting towards a more intimate relationship between the two of them.

The entire exchange between them was a slight shock to her, she was relieved to know that Rolan did not hate her and that he actually valued her as a worker, it was the fact he wanted to have something more than a workplace friendship that shocked her. Sipping her wine, she contemplated it, she did think he was handsome and he was a brilliant wizard, plus the kindness he showed her over the last few weeks was something to consider.

Rolan sat there with bated breath as he watched her sip the wine, seeing the cogs work in her mind as she came to a decision. As she placed the wine glass down she smiled, saying that she would like to explore something more. His heart leapt with joy at her words, thankful that his previous actions were not irredeemable.

 They sat at the balcony watching the sunset, happily in each other’s company, Rolan’s mind racing, thinking of ways he could pursue her. This was a small first step, but he would make sure to not spoil his chances with her.

[queenofthepunks]

Sorta my first fanfic on this blog, as always I am NOT good at writing so BARE WITH ME!😭😭😭

Spot belongs to @wendigoruble so I hope you enjoy☺️❤️❤️❤️

TW⚠️: short detail on blood and violence

(Fluff/SFW and a tad bit of suggestive themes this will have mentions of Pup play but in a more lighthearted way)

The Bimbo and her Pup: Spot🐾🩵/ Peachy💋🩷

"Spot! catch that dirty broad! Tear that bitch apart!" Peachy shouted as she and the nude Dog Man stood In front of the reagent who was unfortunately about to met her demise. The very second Peachy let go of his leash he immediately charged towards the reagent, who had a look of fear and dread, and before she could run away to the shutter doors... it was too late, Spot immediately pounced on the girl using his knees to restrain her from escaping or harming him. He had her completely at his mercy like predator catching its prey.

his mask opened wide to where you could somewhat see his menacing smile as he breathly murmerd the words "Play" over and over again.

"No... p-please, NOO-" and before the reagent could even cry for help, Spots mask snapped shut on the reagents, his razor-sharp teeth digging into her whole face and cranium before aggressively wriggle his head with the reagents face locked into his mask like she was his new chew toy.

After she was now unconscious from the injury, extremely bloody and piereced with teeth marks, that was when he gnashed his teeth into her neck the long canines digging deep DEEP into her jugular. Peachy giggled mischievously as she heard everything that was going on a bit of relief that she could take a break from using Rabbia for a moment. She walked up to him as he finished mangling the reagent to death beaming sweetly yet keeping that mischievous smile on her face, showing off those shiny golden grills that fit hideously with her crooked and busted teeth.

"Mmmm, looks like you just turned that worthless Plaything into minced meat!" Peachy remarked before placing her hand on his head to pet him."and for that how about I give you a treat eh?"

Spots ears perked up just from hearing the word "treat" he began to move his hips to make his tail wag as he looked up at her with adoration in his eyes. "Treat!? Treeeeat!!! I'm gonna get a treaaaat!!!" Spot exclaimed with excitement before letting out happy panting swaying his hips a little faster to make his tail swing more swiftly.

Peachy giggled from his excitement that he wouldn't oblige to his reward. "Well, lead me to your treats, and I'll give em to ya since you seem to always misplace them." She said, letting out another giggle.

Spot trotted happily as he let out happy pants going "Treaaat Treaaat I'm gonna get me a good treat! Babydoll is gonna get me a treat!"

as he led her to her room a very pink bedroom with cracked and mildewed walls and different trinkets and extra clothes on the hot pink carpet that had small splatterd drops of blood.

(Imagine this but in typical outlast fashion, rundown, bloody, and extremely messy and a little low budget aswell)

After they've entered Peachy's sleeping quarters She began to walk ahead of Spot and trying to make her way towards her cracked open vanity mirror but as she walked towards it she immediately bumped into a vase with a dead palm tree on it.

"Ah... Owie!" Peachy murmured to herself while dusting herself off. "Don't think my mirror is ove- AHHH!" Peachy bumped into a pink armchair, almost causing her to tumble down. She then began to get frustrated from her clumsiness causing her to grumble to her self which could lead to her having a tantrum. "GOD DAMN IT why can't shit stay in its place I swear these asshol-"Before she could say anything, she felt Spot nuzzle the back of her leg with his mask from him, having service dog mode cranked up to 100 to make sure his human who is struggling with her visual imparement is safe.

"Careful Babydoll..." Spot said softly. "Don't like seeing you hurt yourself..."

Peachy nearly let out a squeak of warmth and affection just from her "canine" companion's loyal and protective nature. though she has managed fine on her own for years from her blindness and even her clumsiness it was quite nice to have someone look out for her since no one has ever done that for her even before being brought to the Sinyala Facility.

"Mmmmm, Puppy~...." Peachy cooed softly as she reached out to run her hand over his head. "I wouldn't have done it without ya..." Before getting sidetracked from being a little sappy, she snapped her fingers in response remembering what her original task was supposed to be.

"Oooohhhh that's right! We gotta get you a treat for being my good boy dont we?" Peachy exclaimed happily. "Just lead me to them and I'll give you one." Without hesitation, Spot began to nudge her at a quick pace due to yearning for the taste of those snickerdoodle cookies while also being careful not to trip her. After coming to a full stop he crouched infront of her having his prosthetics sit in besides both of her feet.

"Now tell me, where did you put your treats?" She asked him tilting her head to the side in a perky manner her glossy white eyes somewhat making eye contact with him."It's in the drawer of your vanity mirror Babydoll!" Spot beamed as he swished his hips around to make his tail wag feeling excited for his long awaited reward. "Do I have permission to get treats!? Do i? Do i?"

Peachy giggled once more from his excitement, making feeling of his swinging hips brighten up her mood even more. "Why yes, you do my Pup, go right ahead!" She said happily. "And remember to put them on this very hand! Got it? bark for me if you do."

Spot obediently let out a bark in response expressing that he fully understood her before he went back to happily panting."That's my good boy!" Peachy cooed while giving him a couple pats. "Now go ahead and bring em to me!"

"I'm your good boy I am your good boyyy!" Spot repeated in a playful tone while he went over towards the vanity drawer to get his treats though for a moment he did struggle to open it due to his lack of arms. So to compromise he used his mask to grip on to the knob of the small white drawer before giving it a slight tug and there in the draw lied his very own personal bag of snickerdoodle cookies. After he grabbed the bag of cookies from the inside of the drawer with his mask with a whole lot of effort he brought the bag over to Peachy obediently placing it in the open palm of her hand.

"There we goooo!" Peachy cooed. "Now move closer so I can have your leash..." without hesitation, Spot moved closer to her so she could grab ahold of leash guiding him in the middle of the room. As he got back on all fours with the help of his prosthetics that support his arms waiting for what tricks she's going to have him do, which is one of his favorite activities to do with her (and many of the other PA'S that work with him)

"Are you ready to do some tricks for me puppy?" Peachy asked in a lively tone as she had one hand on her hip and the other gripping the leash. Spot beamed with delight as he let out some happy pants from hearing the word "trick"

"Ohoho yes yes yes yes!" Spot exclaimed with excitement before he bend his upper half downwards with his butt in the air. "I wanna play I really really wanna play! Anything with the Babydoll!"

"Mmmm getting all giddy for your treats eh?" She remarked before letting out an amused chuckled. "Then how about we get started on your trick training... now sit..." she commanded her voice stooped to a more calm yet slighty stern tone. As Spot heard the seriousness in her voice he did what he was told and obliged to her command. placed his butt on the carpet he then lightly tapped her leg with the rod of his prosthetic expressing that he is sitting.

"Gooood... now remove the arms... and then lie down and roll over..." she said as she placed her foot outwards showing her stance of dominance. "And make sure to graze that smooth skin of yours on my pretty little pumps..." she was most definitely having fun with this.

Once again he obliged and plopped himself down on the carpet after he removed his prosthetics leaving his bandaged nubbed arms to be exposed, and with his whole body he rolled over going from his stomach and onto his back while he completely aimed for Peachy's foot, that's when he began to rub his back on the tip of her heel with that a long waited itch to be relieved which made him let out a few satisfied breaths. "That's my buddy..." Peachy cooed in a sweet tone her heart warmed at the feeling of Spots back nuzzling her foot. "Now sit back up..."

He obliged and sat back down on his knees, suddenly letting out some more breaths as Peachy got closer to him with that smirk on her face.Peachy than grabbed the cookie from the bag but kept it behind her back not wanting to give it to him yet for having one last request. "Now... open wide!" She said in a melodic tone.

He then opened the mouth of his mask open revealing his face on the inside which you could see his shit eating grin from the thrill of awaiting for his reward. As soon as Peachy grazed her hand over his opened mask she held the cookie up and into the inside of his mask to feed him the cookie which he immediately snatched the cookie into his mouth.

"Ahhhhh that's my good booooy!!!" Peachy exclaimed happily while letting out her signature squeak before running her fingers through his locks of black hair before her pets began to slow due to slight exhaustion.

She began to feel a bit tired after an extremely long day of being in trial, though she took alot of enjoyment of hearing Spot tear the reagents apart and her dealing with them, still didn't change the fact that the trials were pretty exhausting, her and the other PA'S could never get a break but at least this is her opportunity to spend it with her lovely companion who helped her alot during the trial.

She let out a long yawn as she stood back up placing her hands on Spots shoulders to steady herself. "Phew... this Babydoll is feeling very sleepy... how about we go and rest our heads, eh? It's been a pretty long day dealing with those shitbags who wanna destroy my product... come on, Puppy, let's go lie down..." she said before making her way towards the bed with her shoulders completely slumped.

Spot followed right behind her as he squated behind her to make sure she didn't bump into anything else, carefully leading her to the bed. As soon as she slumped down on the bed, she kicked her pumps off and scooted backwards onto the mattress laying down on the soft and lumpy pink blankets, however she realized that she didn't feel Spot coming onto the bed with her turns out he was laying down on the floor next to the bed. "Mmm?" Peachy hummed with confusion before she patted the bed to find were he was laying until she spoke up. "Spot? Are ya up here?" She tilted her head in confusion while rasing an eyebrow.

"I'm down here Babydoll." Spot replied. "On the floor were... I'm supposed to be." Peachy nearly felt her heart strings being pulled as he heard the Vulnerability in his voice. "Wha- Mmmm Puppy you don't need to lay on the ground you know that right? Yous can lay up here with me!"

Spot felt himself tense up from hearing her suggestion, something he'd NEVER thought to hear from someone he works for, always thinking who would want to lay with some constantly naked dog man constantly injected with medicine that constantly boosts his arousal to the point where it's painful alot of fearful thoughts began to run his mind "what if I hurt her? What if I make one wrong move and she will push me away! No... no no no I'm still a good dog, I'm still her good boy right?" He began to tense up even more from the thought, his breathing suddenly became labored out of worry.

"Y-you want me... to lay up there...w-with you?" Spot asked in a shakey voice, barely able to keep up with his breathing as his whole body tensed up even more. Peachy heard his labored breathing, which made her catch up on his nervous body language. "Yeah, yeah I do! Puppyyyy come lay up here with me I ain't gonna bite ya know?"

Though still very hesitant he got up off the floor slowly and steadily up the bed where he sees her sitting there with a soft smile on her face though being a very aggressive, violent, and a raging psychopath these were one of the many times she acted so sweet to someone and in a more genuine way. She moved her finger in a "come here" motion as she a waited for him to lay next to her. "Come on! I know ya wanna snuggle up with me! I know ya really really wanna!"

And after a moment of hesitation and doubt he then curled up over to her putting his upper half right ontop off her lap. She let out a content chuckle as she placed her arm around him pulling him closer, she then placed her pacifier in her mouth now fully being in a peaceful presence of comfort and security. "Mmmm, there ya go, now yous all nice and cozy... wasn't so bad, was it?"

Spot began to feel a sense of relief and reassurance from the feeling of her arm wrapped around him, the feeling of her small hand running over his back sent more tingles down his spine, though he was still a bit self-conscious for being close to her like this it was all very... new? He then turned onto his back to expose his stomach to her, making her giggle from the feeling of him cuddling up to her which was a good sign that he was starting to feel more comfortable around her.

"Hehe, you are just so damn cuddly, aren't ya? Even though you maul these playthings for a living..." she purred even though she still had a hint of playfulness in her tone. She placed her hands on his stomach and rubbed it playfully, causing him to squirm under her touch while playfully waving his nubs in the air and letting out some happy "grumbles"

"Awwww you are just so god damn cuddly even, even though you maul these worthless playthings for a living!" Peachy cooed as she patted continued to pat his stomach, his skin being very smooth to the touch. "Eh, but I could give to shits less, cause your always so good to me... so obedient, so... loyal..."

Spot hurdled even closer to her, wanting to be as close as possible, just hear some more of her praise he could almost burst into tears just by hearing the sweet words from her, he was never praised like this before by anyone for once he felt like he was getting some real comfort from an owner, and not just being used for someone else's sexual desires.

whimpered softly almost as he was expressing so more praise as if he was longing to hear more words of love and consolation. "I'm a good dog... right?" He spoke up softly giving her those puppy eyes, though it was a bit hard to see considering it's behind his mask.

Peachy laughed softly from his question finding it so wholesome that almost out of anyone he could seek comfort for, it was her she smiled softly before she leaned down as her tiny crooked nose made contact with the nose on his mask, her hand never stopped grazing his stomach before speaking

"Yeah... Yeah you are..."

[captainwithnoship]

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov Characters: Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov, Hayden Pike Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Sickfic, Fever, Vomiting, Implied Sexual Content, Pining, Yearning, Shane Hollander Loves Ilya Rozanov Summary:

“I can’t believe they let you go on the ice like this” Shane whispers. Ilya shrugs, motion almost getting lost in the chills that are still running through him. “Team doctor said is just a bug. ‘S stupid word for being sick. I thought bug was, like, small animal.” _____

Shane and Ilya both struggle to navigate what is not quite their usual post game hookup when Ilya finds himself sick on the day of a Montreal vs Boston game.

[iwasjoking]

I got bored. Doodled some for my fic

started fic

:D

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[iwilleatflowers]

Snippet

Making breakfast was his thing and god forbid you so much as make your own tea in the morning. Earl Grey was both of your tea of choice, Simon took his with cream and you took yours with milk. Breakfast has always been a domestic affair ever since you moved out of Manchester. The countryside was much nicer and Simon was often able to work at home. When the weather allowed for it Simon would work outside with you whilst you tended to the garden. You grew many things in the garden, it was rewarding when you picked fruits and vegetables that you grew yourself and Simon said that they taste better because of the love put into growing them. 

[piggybop]

guys i need to know if anyone else has seen the horrors that this wattpad account produced

please i need to know if anyone else has experienced this or if its just like some weird thing i found randomly

[croisvoix]

Alice Hiiragi has trapped herself in a bid to escape the cages of her past. She wants to be free but won't pay the price, seeking to exact it all from the world. She has plans to destroy every bar around her and find out what's on the other side.

She just has to hope a certain blonde doesn't catch on. Or catches on and kills her. Either would be fine with her.

A Black Mask Alice Hiiragi fic with Ann as the Wildcard and a pile of really terrible decisions.

Because Alice lives in my brain. Rent free.