#fanficion

[thebooknerdian]

As a lesbian, i love consuming and creating mlm content the way i love watching men at the Olympics: the complete safety of knowing I won't be expected to participate, but the audacity to think i know better than the judges

[nerdscout]

• Merlin, he missed you.

"Jesus swwetheart" harry mutterd fingers digging into your hips as you sat on his lap placing sweet kisses down his jawline.

harry hadn't seen you all summer. and when he realized for the first time, that you had surprisingly gotten a compartment on the train all to yourselves, he quickly pulled you onto his lap kissing you harshly.

you loved kissing harry. the soft giggles inbetween, the quick pauses so he can fix his glasses, you loved it all.

a soft groan left Harry's mouth as you tugged on his hair pulling him deeper into the kiss.

you would have been lying if you said you didn't miss harry, because you did lots. and you hated that you were stuck working in some muggle coffee shop with rude people all summer.

this time, it was harry who broke the kiss planting rather harsh kisses onto your jawline and neck, and you let out a gasp of shock "Merlin harry."

harry looked up at you with that stupid grin rubbing his thumb over the newly placed mark on your neck.

"what can I say I missed you."

[candlewaxletters]

we need more weirdo!readers, the freaky, just straight up odd readers, cause not everyone who reads x reader fics are normal people (not even close), they’re rarely the type we see in official romance media (books, tv, movies), so why pretend?

let y’all freaks out, be free, be weird!

[weirdlynotspecific]

Do you ever get that horrible secondhand embarrassment while reading a fic so you switch tabs for a second or scroll across your home screen looking at the way your apps are placed before it's safe to return?

[ethelcainangel]

i am SICK and TIRED of lack of angsty fics.

CAUSE WDYM I SEARCH “x reader angst” AND THE ONLY THING THAT POPS UP IS FUCKING SMUT.

I DONT WANT SMUTTTTTTT AHHHHHH

[thatweirdmoth]

✩Beauty And Her Grumpy Lion✩

✟pairing: Leona Kingscholar x Fem Reader

✟genre: Fluff

✟warning: Nothing

✟One-Short

✟fandom: Twisted Wonderland

✟summary: Spooky month has arrived in Twisted Wonderland. This meant taking your boyfriends nephew out for trick-or-treating. So you had the amazing idea of couples costume. To bad Leona hates that idea.

"Are you ready yet, Leona?" your voice shouted from outside your boyfriend's dorm room. Your back was leaning against the wall, and you were only met with silence. You had been waiting for 20 minutes. 20 minutes for him to put on his Halloween costume, that you had force him to wear. It shouldn't take him this long. You waited a bit more for Leona to respond, your eyes shifted to check on Cheka, who was wearing a cute little undead pirate costume. He seemed alright, though you knew he was growing impatient waiting for his uncle. The young child had been so looking forward to go trick-or-treating with Leona, so you were not going to let him down.

Sighing once again, you turned your attention back to the door. "Leona?" You raised a brow, wondering if he had snuck out of the window to get out of going trick-or-treating with you and Cheka. You wouldn't doubt it. Leona was adamant he was NOT going to wear a costume, most certainly not a couples' costume. In his words, they was 'corny as hell, and the couples who do that were insufferable.' But I guess here you are, waiting for him to put on his costume that would match yours for tonight.

It was quite until you finally heard his gruff voice. "I'm not coming out..." Leona spoke, making you frown slightly. "I look stupid..." That comment made you roll your [Eye Colour] eyes. Such a baby, he couldn't look that bad.

Ruggie, who had been watching this whole thing from the sidelines, chuckled, enjoying hearing Leona suffer. "Oh, come on, Leona, it can't be that bad" he grinned ear to ear, obviously trying to taunt the Kingscholar out of his room and see the costumes you had forced him in. "What did you even put him in anyway?" The hyena asked, his gaze now falling to you, racking his head to figure out who you were so he could know who Leona was meant to be. "A banana?" He joked, watching you shift about in the big yellow puffy dress.

Before you had time to respond to your friend's question, a low growl could be heard before the door slammed open, making everyone jump from the sound of the door hitting the wall. Stood in the door way, Leona was dressed in a blue and golden tail coat, underneath a golden velvet, white dress shirt with something wrapped around his neck and black trousers. Though that wasn't the thing that caught Ruggie's eyes. Around his head was what looked to be a mane. "I look stupid" he says again balling up his fist in both anger and embarrassment.

"Oh my Great Seven" Ruggie's mouth hung agape in shock as he finally absorbed what Leona truly meant to be. "This. Is. Golden" he snickered, trying his hardest not to bust out laughing at the scene standing right infront of him, knowing fully well Leona would give him hell for it later. "You're beauty." Ruggie pointed to you, his mind finally clicking. His finger then went to the pouty lion. "While you're the beast from the old tale."

"Shut it" Leona snapped wanted nothing more to get out of this stupid thing.

With another roll of your eyes, you had moved past the hyena, a small glare sent his way telling him he's not helping, and to the pissed-off-looking boyfriend, fixing his tailcoat so it didn't look wonky. "It was the only costume Sam had in stock in short notice" you tried to argue back, though you knew it wouldn't work. "And anyway." You stepped back with a proud smile spread across your face. "It kinda fits" you muttered the last bit quickly, hoping he wouldn't hear fast enough.

Quickly covering his face, Ruggie snorted at your funny remark, nodding along to the comment.

Leona could only glare at both of you, his emerald eyes boring into you two with intensity. If his nephew weren't here, he'd unleash a string of words that'd shock a sailor. But Cheka? The kid had ears like, well...A lion. And Leona had zero interest in hearing his sister-in-law's wrath if those words made their way back to her...That woman? Not someone worth pissing off.

"Can we go now!" Little Cheka popped up between you and his uncle, eyes glittering with sugar-fueled hope. Maybe, just maybe, the good candy was still there, just waiting for the young cub to get his paws on it.

"Of course!"

"No!"

Your answers collided as neither of you could come to an agreement. Cheka slumped against the wall with a tiny 'hmph,' realizing that this argument showed no signs of ending. Sadly, that meant no candy. The beast child cub stood beside Ruggie, both their gazes watching the scene of the two of you bickering. "Do Uncle Leona and Auntie [Name] always argue like... this?"

With a pat on Cheka's head, Ruggie grinned from ear to ear at the display, like his own little reality TV show. "It's their love language" he shrugged, kind of wishing he had popcorn. He knew that in a few moments, you'd say something in that sickly sweet voice of yours, something that was always whispered in Leona's ears, and then boom, the lion would be putty in your hands.

"Oh, come on kitty" your voice calmed down, going to a more low sultry tone. Filling the grap in between the two of you, your fingers taped against his chest. "Who cares what people think." And here it comes, the moment Ruggie had been standing here waiting for. Moving forward, you whispered, making his ears twitch slightly as your cool breath and teasing words hit his sensitive ears. "I think you look absolutely handsome, like a real beast..." you continued talking, fueling the lions ego more with each flirtatious words that left your perfect lips.

Liking where this was going, Leona wrapped a strong arm around your waist. With a smug grin, the older Kingscholar prince had finally fallen right into your hands, just as Ruggie had predicted. "Fine, I'll go," he spoke, trying to sound unbothered by the way you were leaning against him, batting your eyelashes up at him. "But I'm not wearing the mane" he was quick to add, pulling off the headpiece with his free hand.

With a triumphant smile, you nodded, not really bothered by him not wearing the mane. It wasn't an important part of the costume, and anyway, people would still know who you guys were meant to be. A small kiss was placed against Leona's cheek, and before he could react, you moved out of his arm, turning to his nephew who looked bored out of his little mind. "Cheka! We can go now!" you responded cheerfully, a hand held out towards the young prince.

As soon as those words left your mouth, Cheka's ears immediately perked up, and before you could blink, his small hands were clamped around yours. "Come on then, Auntie [Name]!" He chirped, his small form bouncing you towards the exit. Your giggles melted into the air, already enjoying the moment.

Leona watched from afar as the two left the dorm halls, secretly kind of looking forward to later. But that moment was quickly cut short when the lion was met with the hyena still standing there, a smug grin dancing across his face. "Oh, shut up" the beastman snapped, already dreading Ruggie's laugh that was soon coming.

"That girl really has you wrapped around her finger hehe."

"I said shut up already!"

[iivrae]

The crowd cheering

walker scobell x singer!guitarist!reader

note: there's probably some mistake pls don't come after me and my first language isn't English

"It's actually kinda hard to believe that you have such a cool girlfriend, that is going to perform in front of all these people" Leah tease Walker as they approached to catch a good spot

"I'm mean, what can I say I'm a lucky man" He said with a soft smile at the thought of you singing

"Uuh I'm so excited to meet her, when you first told us you were dating her I was literally counting the days until you finally introduced us" Dior said with bright smile on her face

"I think someone is fangirling to much" Charlie said giving Dior a slight side eye with a smile

"You cannot say that that her songs are bad, those are the best songs I've heard in years" giving him a gentle tap on the back

When they finally reach the spot they waited until the concert started

When the concert finally started, you entered the stage with your guitar in your hands, when the crowd started cheering you wave them, and look around to see if everything was good and you aproch the mic and being talking

"I'm so happy to see you all here today, I hope this will be a day all you remember" as the crowd cheer as you stared singing

When you finish your 4 song you decided to stop for a moment and talk a moment to the crowd while your band was getting ready for the next song

"How are you guys doing in this beautiful day?" You said and being to look at the crowd, until your eyes landed on a blonde blue eyes, not so far from the stage but a little far away to notice him right away

When you look at each other you gave him a bright smile smile which he gave back to you and finally you blow him a kiss and talk once more

"This next song is for someone who I love with all my heart, and that is actually here in crowd" You said starting playing with your guitar

When the concert ended you when to talked to some fans that wanted to meet you and take some photos with you

After that you were going were Walker told he will be with his friends, until suddenly you suddenly got lifted up in the air, you led out a small scream, and look and the arms that were holding you, you now knew who was it and slowly stop being scared

"Walker can you put me down please?" You said with a smile and you finally touched the floor

"How do you know it was me?" Walker said and gave you a quick kiss in the lips "Anyway I wanted you to know my friends"

After they all introduced themselves, all of you were talking about different things

"Oh, Y/n do you want to go with us later to eat" Aryan said

"i think I don't have anything to do" You said with a smile

Walker got a little closer and whisper something in your ear

"That's good, because I can't imagine thinking about all night about that song you dedicated me without you being beside me" He said looking at you and playing a kiss on your forehead

dividers credits: @uzmacchiato

hiii everyone, how are you doing???, I know I haven't been active but I'm at finals and i have a physics exam on monday and I really really need to get atless a 8 on that exam to not fail the subject ( I think I don't actually need the 8 but is better be save)

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[nataliaphantomhivesblog]

Aziraphale and Crowley sacrificed themselves for a godless universe?? What are we talking about?? Don't worry that was just a bad dream !! :)

I mean, Aziraphale and Crowley did put a stop to the second coming, of course!! Well, it wasn't them who truly stopped it, really...You see, Jesus found the lady! and what i mean by "the lady" it's Adam, and by "Adam," I also mean humanity itself.

Both Jesus and Adam are celestial beings and together they *could* bring forth the destruction of the universe (key word: could). But there's one mayor flaw in God's Plan, if it even was God's Plan to begin with.

Jesus and Adam although divine, they are human first.

Jesus, being one the son of God, basically rejected her as his mother, the same way Adam rejected Satan all those years ago. His rejection to the plan basically proved once and for all that in Heaven there is in fact, an institutional problem.

The Son of Satan and the Son of God's newfound friendship was the first step toward bringing Heaven and Hell together. With Adam's rebellious streak and Jesus unwavering kindness, they managed to see possibilities where everyone else only saw sides to choose from.

Because the truth is, the world was never built on pure Good or pure Evil. It was built on people and both Heaven and Hell would have to learn how to live with that.

Plus, angels and demons were thoroughly bored of being stuck in office chairs doing paperwork.

After millennia of filing reports, attending meetings, and arguing over regulations, the prospect of actually living sounded far more appealing. As it turns out, nothing encourages celestial reconciliation quite like a shared desire to escape bureaucracy.

Aziraphale and Crowley were the stepping stones that made all of this possible. They showed Heaven and Hell that there was another way to exist. But humans, in their usual wonderfully messy fashion, took that idea and ran with it. After all, while angels and demons were busy learning how to live, humanity has always been.

Now, Aziraphale and Crowley had locked themselves inside the bookshop, utterly exhausted after, once again, preventing Armageddon.

The bookshop was warm, the kettle was on, and neither of them had the energy to move much farther than the nearest armchair.

"It's kind of demented, don't you think?" Crowley said, sprawled across the couch like a man whose body had forgotten the concept of proper posture.

Aziraphale looked up from the book he had been pretending to read for the last ten minutes, "You'll have to be more specific, dear. We've had a rather eventful week."

"The whole thing." Crowley waved a lazy hand toward the ceiling, as if that somehow encompassed Heaven, Hell, Earth, and every catastrophe in between, "We stop Armageddon. Again. Heaven and Hell decide they ought to get along. The Son of God and the Son of Satan become friends. And somehow we're the normal ones in this situation."

The angel let out a small giggle.

"Well, I don't know if demented is the right word for it. I mean, for once, it seems we've finally got what we wanted."

Crowley sits up abruptly at those words, "We?"

Aziraphale's smile faltered. He cleared his throat and carefully closed his book, setting it on the coffee table beside him.

"Yes, well…" He adjusted his bowtie despite not needing to, "Crowley, I believe we ought to talk about… well, about…"

Crowley winced involuntarily.

"Yeah?" he said, trying for casual and missing by several miles. "Get on with it, angel."

Aziraphale looked down at his hands, "Well, about us."

Crowley shakes his head, putting his hands on his face, "I already accepted your apology earlier, we don't need to talk about that anymore."

The angel furrowed his brows.

"But I—"

"No, angel. No." Crowley let out a small laugh, though there was very little humor in it. "I know you. You're too good."

Aziraphale opened his mouth to protest.

"Oh, don't look at me like that. A little bit of a bastard here and there, certainly, but I know you." Crowley springs out of his chair, "And I know that Heaven and Hell suddenly being practically directionless scares you. You're going to want to go upstairs and make sure the angels who are angry we stopped the end of the world don't decide to start another one."

"Crowley—"

"You're going to leave again, I take it?" Crowley continued before he could stop himself. "I mean, at least now we're on much better terms, yeah? I think I can sort of handle the idea of not being around you, even if all I ever wanted is to be with—"

Crowley never finished the sentence.

Aziraphale surged forward and pressed his lips to Crowley's. The angel kept him close, hands settling firmly around his waist as though he had no intention of letting Crowley retreat into another misunderstanding.

The demon responded almost instinctively. His hands found Aziraphale's shoulders, as if he needed something solid to convince himself this was actually happening.

When they finally parted, neither of them moved very far.

"Angel," Crowley rasped, "You don't have to—"

"No."

"No?"

"No!" Aziraphale pronounced the no with a capital N, "I've spent far too long allowing you to convince yourself that I would choose Heaven over you."

The angel places his hands on Crowley's face, thumbs brushing softly along his cheeks.

"Look at me," he said.

Crowley did. Which wasn't too much of a challange for him, there was nowhere else he wanted to look.

Aziraphale held his gaze, making absolutely certain that Crowley heard every word.

"It's always going to be you. It's always going to be us."

Crowley felt his breath catch.

"I didn't stop two Armageddons, challenge Heaven, argue with the Metatron, and upend the celestial order just to leave you sitting in this bookshop wondering whether I intended to walk away." Aziraphale continued, "I've spent six thousand years finding my way back to you, Crowley. I'm not about to start walking in the opposite direction now."

Crowley looked at him, agape. "Are you really okay with leaving the ones still nursing a grudge unattended? We both know celestial beings aren't exactly famous for letting things go—"

"Well, they can suck it!" Aziraphale huffed.

The demon let out a bewildered laugh.

"They can what?"

"They can suck it!" Aziraphale repeated, with all the righteous indignation of an angel who had finally run out of patience.

Crowley stared at him for a moment, before burst out laughing.

Aziraphale smiles at the sight of it before he quickly glanced toward the bookshop window, where London carried on as it always had. People hurried down the pavement. A cyclist narrowly avoided colliding with a pedestrian. a young girl was walking a dog that seemed determined to investigate every lamppost in the city.

Aziraphale's expression softened, "Either way, the ones who have stopped it from happening aren't really you and me anymore."

Crowley follows his gaze towards the window.

The angel nodded toward the street, "We're becoming a little faded into the background."

Outside, life continued in all its ordinary, miraculous chaos.

A teenager nearly walked into a lamppost because they were too busy laughing at something on their phone. A cab driver yelled at another cab driver. Someone dropped a shopping bag and immediately had three strangers helping them pick everything up.

"I believe they can stop them," Aziraphale said quietly.

The world carries on as always, with people being people.

Crowley looked back at Aziraphale.

The angel was still watching the street through the window, a small smile on his face. He looked hopeful, Crowley has always loved that about him.

"You're serious," Crowley said.

"Mm?"

"You genuinely think they'll manage it."

Aziraphale finally turned toward him, "I do."

Crowley shook his head, a fond smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"You are brave, you know that, right? You always have been."

Aziraphale blinked, "Oh, I don't know about that."

"No, you are." Crowley stepped closer. "Everyone keeps mistaking you for soft."

The angel furrowed his brows, internally wondering there this was going.

Crowley continued, "People see the kindness and assume that's all there is. They don't see the angel who stood up to Heaven. The angel who lied to archangels. The angel who walked away from everything he'd ever known because it was the right thing to do."

"Oh, Crowley—"

"No. You spent centuries thinking I was the brave one because I was loud about it."

"But you are—"

"We are talking about you for once, angel." His voice grew gentler, "It's easy to be mean, to yell, to push back. But too look at cruel situations in the eye and choose kindness anyway. Do you know how terrifying that is?"

Crowley chuckles softly, "You choose your own path the moment you gave the flaming sword to Adam and Eve. That bravery, that serene defiance, that immortal warmth of yours. Those are just some of the countless things that make me love you."

"Oh Crowley," Aziraphale whispers, surging Crowley forward into a hug.

The force of it nearly knocked the demon off balance. Not that he minded, of course.

Crowley let out an undignified noise as Aziraphale buried his face against his shoulder, "Careful, angel. You're supposed to be the graceful one."

Aziraphale laughed, though it sounded suspiciously emotional. The demon's heart clenched at the tone of his voice and wrapped his arms around him in return.

"We are still on for the astonishingly drunk breakfest at the Ritz, right?" Crowley asked, his voice slightly muffled by the angel currently refusing to let go of him.

Aziraphale sighed softly, sounding entirely too pleased with himself.

"Of course."

Crowley hummed.

"I believe," Aziraphale continued, drawing himself up with all the gravity of someone making a formal celestial proclamation, "that we are going to the thing humans call a Date."

The demon barked out a laugh, "Angel, we've been having lunches, dinners, picnics, drives, museum visits, and bookshop evenings together for six thousand years."

"Those were not Dates."

"They looked suspiciously like dates."

Aziraphale considered this.

"Well, we'll have even more of them then!"

Crowley smiled.

"Oh?"

"Yes." The angel reached over and intertwined their fingers. "You and me."

Aziraphale, apparently deciding he hadn't finished, continued cheerfully, "We can go to museums!"

"We already do that."

"Bookshops!"

"We are in one right now." Crowley laughed softly, "so you have a list?"

Aziraphale nodded, "A rather extensive list."

Crowley smiled, "We can travel too, anywhere you want to go?"

Aziraphale sighed dreamily, "Oh yes! There's many places I would wish to go with you again! Paris. Venice. Kyoto. México. Everywhere we kept saying we'd visit properly one day."

The demon's expression softened, "Properly?"

"Just the two of us, without an apocalypse to deal with and without Heaven or Hell breathing down our necks."

"That would be a nice change."

"I can't believe you had a list. I'm surprised i've never found it."

"I'm very good at hiding things!" Aziraphale exclaimed, "plus, i've had six thousand years, my dear."

Crowley laughed, "Right."

"And besides," Aziraphale added, squeezing his hand, "I should like to spend eternity with you as well, if that's something you want too, of course..."

Crowley kissed him immediately. After six thousand years of waiting, he wasn't about to waste a second answering. It was the only response a sentence like that deserved.

When they separated, the angel was smiling so brightly that Crowley suspected he could illuminate the entire street outside.

"Oh, I particularly enjoy this new development!" Aziraphale giggled happily, "Kissing instead of arguing!"

Crowley snorted,"I can still argue if you'd like."

"I would prefer the kissing."

"Excellent choice, angel."

The words barely left his mouth before he leaned in again.

Aziraphale met him halfway, already laughing.

"You know," he said, "I feel we've wasted an extraordinary amount of time."

"Oh, definitely."

"Several centuries, at least."

"Try several millennia."

Aziraphale winced.

"That's rather embarrassing when you say it out loud."

Crowley hummed, taking both of Aziraphales hands into his, "On the bright side, we've got plenty of time to make up for it."

And it's true. The future streched out before them, there wasn't any newfound battles between Heaven or Hell, no divine plan that was needed to be followed.

All there will be are breakfasts at the Ritz, walks through London, bookshops, museums, ridiculous arguments, quiet evenings, and all the little moments they'd once convinced themselves they didn't need.

Aziraphale squeezed his hand, Crowley squeezed back in response.

Then, because he simply could, the demon stole another quick kiss.

Aziraphale's delighted smile followed him immediately, "Oh, I truly do like this arrangement."

"Yeah?"

"Very much."

Crowley grinned, "Good."

"Good?"

"Because if we're making up for six thousand years, angel, it's going to take a while."

Aziraphale's smile widened. "Well then," he gave Crowley's hand a gentle tug toward the door, "We'd better get started."

Outside, London continued to bustle and chatter and stumble its way through another ordinary evening.

Inside the bookshop, however, two ancient were hand in hand, quietly making plans for thousands of tomorrows.

And for once, neither of them was worried about the end of the world.

They were far too busy looking forward to the rest of it.