#later chapters

[theirishconstellations]

give me violent lovers rosekiller, give me revenge driven Barty Crouch Jnr after Evan's death, give me Evan's ghost watching Barty grieve (like those TSOA chapters), give me duelling master Evan Rosier, give me thin line between hatred and love (not the same as enemies to lovers) rosekiller, give me mourning the time they never got rosekiller, give me an evan rosier that would fight the world for barty but would never admit that he loves him.

oh wait...that sounds like the fic i'm writing.

[taintedsoul-if]

"I have always been the voice of reason," Atticus began, his voice low, as if he was trying to keep the emotions that threatened to spill over at bay. "And I'm trying to be the mediator because I..." He trailed off, taking a deep breath. "You need to stop acting like a child and talk to us."

With a violent jerk, you flung the covers off, your body rising to face them, trembling with the force of everything you’d been holding back.

"Oh, so now I'm the child?!" The words ripped out of you before you could even stop them. "You both destroyed this whole house fighting over me... and it’s not even me you’re fighting for. That’s what hurts more than it fucking should."

You turned away, unable to meet their gazes. The bitter laugh that escaped your lips was hollow, broken.

"Because I knew I shouldn’t expect much from this world... or from you both!" Your voice trembled, cracking under the pressure of everything you couldn’t say. "No! Because I’m not them. I’m just a foreign soul stuck in this body..."

[absentia-if]

I’ve been working on some later scenes again, because I want to make sure they still fit with the overarching story (and because I wanted some variety), and I got myself excited about them again. So, I wanted to share a small portion of one, possibly two, with you all. (You all being the deciding factor, of course.)

Kade/Kara: A small talk between K/Gabby/MC.

Michael/Margot: You meet someone from M’s past and you’re not certain how to feel about her. (Slight jealousy.)

Blaine/Blaire: A conversation in a diner.

Wren/Wynn: Late night at the old police station.

Nicholas/Natalie: A walk through nature is fairly enlightening.

[brightwoods]

My brain every time it’s time to work on a new chapter: Really solid plan… Definitely do all that, but hear me out… what if we, up the Christopher amount from what was planned?

[ghostlemerofhallownest]

Tiso: *Is recovering from being dead*

Markoth: F

Ghost: You're a beginner watch this *does the equivalent of dumping water on Tiso's entire body and "tasering" him at the same time*

[childofhalloween]

Across the Sea a Descendants Fanfiction Chapter 14

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16674271/chapters/47569924

“Hey you know there’s a rumor going on about you.” “They say your pregnant.” “They are also say it’s Harry Hook’s but he’s dead.” “Or the King of Auradons!”

[noelshipschunjoe]

Sanguine ( Spoilers )

He had been too distracted to notice how far he had walked or where exactly he was . Though somewhere in his unconscious mind , he faintly noticed the drastic change in the clearing that was once bathed in sunlight , radiating warmth and beauty , now gave off a dark vibe . The sun that gracefully brightened the glade was now replaced by the beautiful albeit beguiling moon , the vibrant green has now turned into a dull grim shade of navy and juniper . The bright and azure sky has changed into a blanket colored in the darkest shade of blue almost bordering on black  . Even the stars shone like a fragile soul watching down as if pitying him . The trees that once framed the entire place like a green citadel now looked so tall , big and intimidating it filled him with dread . The darkness in between them painted a picture of ghosts floating in the fog as the sound of different animals echoed about , skittering rats , whispering owls and wolves howling instead of birds chirping cheerfully .

[nivanfieldmeme]

Piers wasn't sure what he was expecting when he was to be face to face with Chris Redfield- but feeling small, like a child, was not what he expected.