#inspired fic

[kairukitsuneo]

Bi☆ch we are happily married

Inspired from fic (The Color in Your Eyes)

It was so sweet hehe 🥺🥺

[freedomanddisorder]

@anotheroceanid

I just finished the latest chapter for my Athenide fic! And I made a chapter cover for Truth and Loyalties first meeting.

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[writing-with-yours-truly]

"You Said You Don't Dance." Lars Pinfield [Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire] x Reader

Warnings: Swearing?

Additional information: Inspired lightly, Pheobe is head cannoned to wear a tux (she'd slay one fr)

Requested by: @centracks (lysm)

Tonight is the night of a big gala hosted by none other than Mayor Peck himself. After the whole saving the world thing, Peck was pretty much forced to like the Ghostbusters or face a loss in the next mayoral election.

Unfortunatley, you're being made to go to this gala, against your wishes.

-

You're sitting at your bench, fixing up a random gadget you found lying around when Winston, your boss, approached you.

"You are invited to the annual New York Mayoral Gala," He said. You looked up. "Why?"

"Well, Mayor Peck invited us since we had saved the city. The world, in fact."

"He was the one who wanted us to be shut down. Why would we go?" You asked. You thought it was messed up, using the Ghostbusters as if they were pawns in a political game.

"Mayor Peck made an agreement on if we went to this gala, we would be allowed to run operations normally in New York."

You thought for a moment before giving a response. "I guess that's smart."

"Well, the gala is on Friday night, so you will have the night completely off." Winston reaches into his pocket. When he pulls his hand back out, he has a ticket in his hand. He handed it to you. "That is your gala ticket. You will use it to get in."

He begins to make his way out, before turning around to face you one last time. "Dress formal. This is a gala, after all!"

-

You had your phone on your desk, playing music as you finish getting ready for the gala. You had your hair neatly up in an updo, as you wore a black sleeveless dress with a thigh high slit on the side. (feel free to change this if you would like <3)

You finished your makeup, which was a simple yet elegant look, and made your way out the door after a final look in the mirror.

You looked at how the dress defined your curves, smiling because the dress made you feel beautiful. You began to wonder if Lars was going to go.

Lars was a keep-to-himself person and you'd be surprised if he even listened to Winston. Only time would tell if he'd be there.

-

You got out of your car after parking. You looked at your reflection in your car window and made any final touch ups to your hair. Cautiously, you made your way to the entrance of the gala. Many famous people were shuffling into the gala. This really was a high expectation event.

Eventually, it was your turn to show your ticket. Once the ticket master read the name on the ticket, he gave you a weird look. Your eyebrows furrowed. "Enjoy the gala, ma'am," he said dryly, shoving the ticket back into your open hand. You shook your head plainly as you walked down the hall into the ballroom.

It looked amazing. There were string lights hung up to the center of the room, outstretching to each corner. They illuminated the room dimly, reflecting slightly off of the freshly waxed wood floor. Tables with dark blue cloth were placed neatly besides in front of the stage to make space for dancing -which people were already doing-. You smiled as you looked around, already spotting Phoebe in a fancy tuxedo in the back of the room.

You pushed through people to make your way towards Phoebe, waving to her. She stopped her conversation with Lucky -who looked equally beautiful-, and waved back. You reached the two and gave them individual hugs. "You both look amazing!" The swarm of compliments they gave to you in response was almost overwhelming. "So," Phoebe started. "Have you seen him yet?"

Your cheeks immediately flushed red. "No, I haven't. Have you?"

"He was just in here a few minutes ago. Saw him walking over to the drinks," Lucky answered. "You should go see him."

Phoebe added, "He'd love that."

"Oh, stop guys."

After a few minutes of convincing, you made your way towards the drinks by yourself. You noticed a figure standing over there alone with a drink in his hand. If that was Lars, by God he looked amazing.

Once you got closer, you came to the conclusion it was Lars. "Why aren't you out there?" You asked him, causing him to jump slightly.

Once he realized it was you, he exhaled. "I don't dance."

"Didn't think so," You responded jokingly. "Don't take you as the dancin' type."

"Why? Too uptight?" He asked between gritted teeth.

You hesitated to respond. "No offence and all, but yeah."

"None taken. You're nicer about it than Trevor and Lucky." He answered.

The two of you stood in silence before noticing Mayor Peck. "Oh look, it's Dickless." You grumbled.

Lars called your name as if to tell you not to call him that. "What? He's so full of himself it's not even funny."

You proceed to take a sip of your wine, rolling your eyes as he walked past the Golden Trio -Ray, Peter, and Winston- without so much as a hand shake. The three look amongst eachother as if they were thinking the same thing. What a selfish prick.

Peck made his way on stage. Once everyone settled down, he began his speech.

"Welcome to the 112th annual Mayoral Gala! I want to thank you all from the bottom of my heart for making time to come to this event."

"More like Winston made time for us to come-" Lars cupped a hand over your mouth to shut you up.

"I also want to extend a heartfelt welcome to the Ghostbusters. Thank you for saving New York from that terrible monster."

Peck said Ghostbusters as if it was a disease no one wanted to catch. You moved Lars' hand off of your face -his hand was very warm- to show your face of disbelief. You looked at Lars, who had a similar look on his face.

As the mayor finished his speech, Lars leaned over to your ear and you swore your temperature rose at least three degrees. "Are you meaning to have my hand in your grasp?" He asked in a hushed tone.

You immediatley dropped it, rushing an apology. "No, no. It's fine. Your hand was kind of...warm." You laughed quietly in response.

"Lars Pinfield, are you attempting to flirt with me?" You joked. He didn't respond, but the ghost of a smile appeared on his pale face. "Take me to dinner first, jeez." You added.

The mayor stepped off the stage, applause following. You, Lars, and presumely the rest of GhostCorps, did not join the applause.

The music resumed, and the two of you started chatting. About work, anything really.

In the middle of a conversation about the Possessor, "Enchanted" by Taylor Swift started to play.

Couples began to step onto the center of the dance floor to slow dance.

You watched on in awe, wishing that was you, and Lars was the one slow dancing with you.

You didn't even realize his hand was extended out until he cleared his throat. You looked at his hand as if you couldn't believe your eyes. "You said you don't dance," You said.

"Well, I saw how you were looking at them dancing, so I thought I'd make an exception. Just this once."

You resisted the urge to squeal like a little girl and kick your feet.

You then took his hand and he led you to the dance floor. "Confession. I've never danced before," You said to him as the two of you stood across from eachother.

"Neither have I," He replied, an eyebrow raised in amusement. His glasses slid a little bit down his nose and you resisted the urge to fix them. God, he was so cute.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, and he wrapped his around your waist. The two of you swayed back in forth, Lars occasionally adjusting his hold on your hips. "So, what made you have an exception for me?" You asked him, turning your head to the left to see Phoebe motioning you to move closer, and you did so, adjusting how your hands rested around his neck. He didn't seem to mind.

"I just saw the sparkle in your eyes. You wanted to dance and I could tell. Maybe not with me, but--"

"Lars, I've wanted a dance with you for a long time." You interrupted. "Trust me, I've dreamt about this, believe it or not."

"Well, that's flattering," he replied. "And I'm glad you feel that way. Honestly, I have, too."

"Really?"

"Of course. Who couldn't love you?"

She laughed lightly.

"I'm not kidding. You're amazing, you're smart, you're beautiful--"

You pressed a kiss on his cheek to shut him up. When you pulled back, his face was furiously red.

"And you are, too." You grinned.

His eyes trailed down to your lips and back to your eyes, lips parted slightly. You inched closer, eyes shutting slightly. Eventually, Lars filled the gap, lips meeting yours.

Your lips moved in sync as the two of you relished the moment.

Eventually the two of you pulled back, looking into each other's eyes.

"Wow, Pinfield. I could get used to that."

[nelweensfic]

The Potters

Little Halloween microfic, inspired by The Conjuring 👻😘 Thank @cluelesspigeons for beta reading it 😎

Harry sensed the house was evil. As soon as they stepped inside, his body vibrated in a bad way, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on edge.  He kept a polite smile as he greeted the family, though. The poor woman wasn't aware of the ghost behind her, one hand gripping her shoulder like a predator with its prey. 

"Welcome! Thank you for coming," the husband said as he shook Draco's hand. 

"Your wife told us about some problems with the house?" Draco asked as he looked around. 

Harry listened to their story, distracted. Frames had fallen off the wall. Weird smells had been filling the house at night. And every night, at exactly two forty-six, three bangs could be heard echoing around the house. Apparently, the bangs continued until the early hours of dawn.  Draco explained his suspicions that the knocks were probably to curse the Holy Trinity and immediately the couple gasped. 

Harry wandered further  in the house and as he headed to the kitchen, he saw three little girls. They were scared to death, half of their meal still on the table in front of them, almost untouched. 

"Hello!" Harry smiled. "I'm Harry. Harry Potter." 

"Are you going to help us?" the youngest girl asked, hugging her teddy tightly. 

"I will." He nodded. "And who are you?" 

"This is Emma, the oldest," the mother, Gina, answered instead, "Stella and Tina are the youngest." 

The girls sat up proudly. Harry smiled with joy at them when suddenly the shadow appeared behind the children, more specifically, behind Tina. Though they acted as if they couldn’t see it. The whole family was joking and the children were laughing. 

Harry glanced at Draco. "I need some fresh air," Harry said. 

"Come back in five. I'm preparing for the interview." Draco sat down on a chair, putting his bag on the table.

Harry took a big breath in as he walked outside, closing his eyes to take it all in. The house felt so stuffy inside. The ghost, the demon, had taken it all. And it wouldn’t leave the family. 

His heartbeat didn’t want to calm down. Harry knew he had to help. Even if after many years, after their last exorcism, he had promised himself to never do that again. He couldn’t help it. He had to protect these children. 

He walked back inside the house, trying hard to not let the evilness take him, and sat beside his husband. 

“Ready?” Draco asked everybody in the kitchen. The children were somewhere else, probably in the living room. 

“Whenever you are,” Harry said. 

He didn’t know that this interview would be the beginning of a long and hard journey for the family, and for himself. The demon looked directly at him, dark circles under itswhite eyes, saliva dripping from  his thin lips as his crooked smile revealed sharps and red teeth. Harry had never seen this in his entire life. The demon was horrible. 

They needed to prove it to the church and they needed to do it quickly. 

Before it was too late.

[its-vannah]

As It Was - Theseus Scamander x Reader

A/N: This one was emotionally jarring to write, but I hope you guys enjoy it! For real though, this song can be interpreted in so many different ways and I honestly hope I did it justice.

Series: Theseus Scamander x Harry's House

Song: As It Was

Word Count: 566

Warnings: Angsty (but has a happy ending), leaving your s/o

"Theseus, I mean it. They said it themselves, I don't belong here," You frowned, eyes filled with tears, "I can't…"

He took your face in his hands, gently wiping the tears away, "You belong here. With me."

Your breath hitched in your throat, "The Ministry… Grindlewald… You'd be an easy target. I don't want you to get hurt because of me. I'd never forgive myself."

"The Ministry has no law saying that a wizard can't wed a muggle. And Grindlewald… He won't make it very far in the end," Theseus said, taking a step even closer to you, "I won't get hurt, I promise."

"You can't promise that, Theseus," You said between sobs, "I don't want you to ruin your life because of me."

"A life without you isn't one I'd want to live, Y/N," Theseus shook his head, sloppily peppering your face with kisses, "I love you."

A small cry escaped your lips at his words and you fell forward into his chest, gripping his tweed jacket. Theseus stroked your hair, pressing a kiss to your forehead, murmering "I love you's" until you couldn't help but smile through the tears.

"I love you, too."

Theseus hadn't expected to fall in love with a muggle. But with a smile like that, it was hard to not fall in love with you.

"That's what makes this so hard."

His face fell as you backed away from him, "I can't do this to you, Thes. I can't."

"Y/N, no, please think about this. I love you, I'd do anything for me. Please, just stay. Look at me," He pleaded, grabbing your hand and twirling you back around to face him.

"Let me go, Thes," Your voice cracked, desperately wiping away your tears, "Let go."

His grip on your hand loosened and you pulled away, rushing out the front door of the flat, not bothering to grab your things. It was hard enough to break your heart, but to break his felt worse.

Theseus looked to his window, watching the pouring rain outside. He couldn't let you go like that.

With one look at the coat hook, he grabbed yours off the rack and ran after you, down three flights of stairs.

"Y/N!" He called out, taking the steps two at a time, steadying himself with the railing.

Watching as you walked through the double glass doors to the flats, he quickened his speed. Your heels clicked against the stone beneath your feet, the rain hammering down on you as you rushed to catch a taxi. Brushing your soaked hair out of your face, you held out a hand to the street.

Theseus out the double doors, rushing to where you stood on the sidewalk, your coat in his hands.

Turning towards him, he could hardly tell the difference between your tears and the rain.

"You forgot your coat," He began, with a stutter, "With all this rain…"

He held it out to you, his shoulders slumping in defeat when he realized that, just as you were, the coat was drenched from its exposure to the elements.

You couldn't help but laugh, trying to wipe the droplets of rain from your face. Soon enough, Theseus was laughing, too. Before the two of you knew it, your foreheads were pressed against one another.

"What are we going to do, Theseus?"

"We're going to make it work," He said, raising his voice so you could hear him, "Look, life is never going to be the same as it was before we met. But we can do it."

He held out the palm of his hand, extending an invitation for you to give each other a second chance. And, against your head everything telling you not to, you listened to your heart and took it.

[krispyswips]

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

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Mandalorian (TV), Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Din Djarin & Grogu | Baby Yoda Characters: Din Djarin, Luke Skywalker, Grogu | Baby Yoda, Original Mandalorian Characters (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Mandalorian Culture (Star Wars), Mandalorian Religion (Star Wars), Idiots in Love, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Mand'alor Din Djarin, Love Confessions, Canon is a Sandbox and I am Here Summary:

In which Din has a very different experience dealing with the old gods.

Inspired by the Faces of Shereshoy which I’m begging y’all to go read.

[fluffyskies]

This was inspired by the newest art piece made by the talented @fluffymary ! You can check the art out on their blog, I wasn't sure if I could link it because I didn't know if it was ok 😅. And some birdie told me that someone wanted a story to go with this lovely art, so here it is :D.

"Well well well...what do we have here~?"

Lee Virgil! Ler Roman!

Roman had been looking for Virgil for a while and didn't know where he went. So he thought he might as well give the imagination a shot and look for him there. When he stepped inside it was peaceful and calm with all sorts of wildlife there, ones that not even scientists can comprehend. While walking for a bit he heard something in the distance. He started to run closer to the sound, not sure what it could be. But when he was a couple of feet away the noise was clear and it sounded like hysterical laughter and a bunch of curse words.

Roman took a deep breath and walked closer moving the vines and leaves to make out a clear view. After that he stood there surprised at what he was seeing, it was Virgil. He'd finally found him but he was tied up but the vines and leaves and getting tickled silly. His face bright red, tears flowing down his cheeks and his body squirming helplessly against the sensations. One thing he did not notice was that Virgil was indeed blindfolded by one of the large vines, that was odd the creative side thought.

Then he grinned. Roman knew that there were only a few reasons him and the sides came into the imagination. And that was to relax, to explore and to get tickled silly by all the magical plants.

"Well well well what do we have here~?" Roman said as he crossed his arms. Virgil even though he was a laughing mess he could still recognize the voice talking to him it was Roman. It made him blush even more knowing that he found him and that he was watching him cure his own lee mood. Virgil whined through his laughter clearly embarrassed.

The prince just laughed. "Awwe~ is poor Virge embarrassed~?"

"Nahahahahahah!!!" squeaked the emo side

"But your blushing so much and your cute lee mood got so unbearable that you had to come to the imagination it's self to help you~" Roman teased.

"S-shuhuhut uhuhuhuhupp!!!!" Virgil shouted

"Hey that isn't very nice, here why don't I help you" Roman grinned. Virgil didn't know what he meant by help until he was hit with incredibly unbearable teases.

"Whoes the cutest little lee~?" Roman cooed

"Whohohohohohoho????"

"Well that should be easy he's right in front of me laughing himself silly!"

"Ihihihim nahahahahahat cuhuhuuuute!!!!" Virgil squealed

"Ah ok, then do I have to prove it to you by making the tickles worse? Hmm~?"

"Sceheheheheheruhuhuhw YOHOHOHU!!" His laughter increased in volume the vines seemed to mainly focus on his belly, Roman probably had something to do with that. It's not like he was necessarily complaining anyway. He knew that Roman will help him clear his lee mood to the fullest and that made him excited.

"Do you wanna up the anty?" Roman asked. Virgil nodded. Something told Roman they'd be here for a while longer because someone hasn't received their full of tickles.

Hey this is the end! I believe @cupcake-spice13 wanted this to be a fic so here ya go! X3 sorry it's short TwT