After an extended break, I'm happy to say that I'm writing again. I'm motivated and recharged with plenty of Aemond Targaryen fic ideas! This is what I have planned.
Coming soon
A Queen and Two Dragons - Writing in progress
Followed by
Met-a-mor-pho-sis - Rewrite and expansion of Embrace the Dark
Then
The Bad Boy's Muse - Older idea that won't leave me alone.
My inbox is open if anyone's curious and would like a hint!
Well…kinda. This is my writing blog! I finally made it 😅
To start off with the basics, my name is no longer super secret- it’s buried somewhere in my main blog… bUt you can call me Lyn!!
I go by she/her pronouns and my favorite colors are forest green, pink, and dandelion yellow. I love books of all shapes and sizes, but especially fantasy and romance (as long as it’s relatively clean). I play around with rebinding books, music, drawing, (I’m gEtting there guys, don’t judge pls TvT), and of course, scrolling Tumblr and writing, which brings me to my main point.
This shall mainly be an sfw tickle fic/headcanon blog, so if you aren’t really into that, this may not be a comfy nest for you… unless it is >:3
I’ll also be posting about my OCs!
My favorite media is as follows. I will write for any of these (headcanons and/or fics).
•Throne of Glass (book series) [Sarah J. Maas]
•ACOTAR (book series) [Sarah J. Maas]
•Lost (tv show)
•Anything by Lynne Painter :3
•Percy Jackson
•Harry Potter
•Mayyybe Disney (they won’t get their shit together T.T)
•DnD (not really media, but still fun)
•The Amazing Digital Circus
•Studio Ghibli (my love 😭)
Always open to suggestions!! If you don’t see anything here that interests you, ask me about something that does! I probably forgot about a lot lmao <33
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I am eighteen, as it says in my bio, but I’d still appreciate it if everyone avoided sending me anything NSFW or inappropriate. It makes me super uncomfortable. If you are an NSFW blog, please do not interact!!! I block in accordance with my comfort level.
I will not be teasing people people on this blog. If you’d like to interact/get to know me, please do! Just do it on my main blog: @secretleesoft
You’ll like it there, I’m a nice bean :3 <33
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Thank ye!!
Masterlist: Will go here once I have enough stuff to make one lmao
With that Prince Ishnar skipped away from Kai, that stupid delighted grin of his etched onto his face as if he'd done something grand. Kai's stomach twisted, as he mulled over Prince Ishnar's words. The truth of them. Did Azrail really want him to make friends—taking time away from him—or did he want Kai to stop ruining his summer break of love? And why did it feel like Prince Ishnar's words of it was 'Azrail's' idea were more of a well-meaning manipulation to get Kai to listen to him? This was Prince Ishnar's idea. He noticed Kai was in pain. And Azrail failed to notice once more. Kai's nausea deepened. That was probably the stupidest thought he had yet: Prince Ishnar was concerned for him. As if the love-sick asshole cared.
@olive-riggzey
he cares buddy!!!! just wait until he gives up his biggest dreams for you as an adult.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
IT IS TIME. CREEK WEEK 2023. AND SO I BRING MY FIRST CHAPTER FOR THE OCCASION.
In this chapter, which takes place a month after Tweek x Craig (at least I think that’s how the logic would work), Tweek confesses his love to Craig at a pet shop. And boy, are the two giddy about it.
Tsukishima will never admit it, but he has a personal planner to track your period cycle. He keeps various types of feminine hygiene products and painkillers in his bag for you and he always makes sure you have extra snacks. When you’re confined to bed because of your cramps, he’ll come over with your favorite takeout, a heating pad and a weighted blanket and he’ll play a playlist of your favorite songs until you fall asleep then he’ll hold you until he falls asleep himself.
~~TETSURO KUROO~~
Kuroo keeps the apartment stocked with everything. Snacks, hygiene products, painkillers, everything. He’ll cook your favorite comfort meals and massage your cramps away as you binge watch a tv show you guys have seen a million times.
~~KOUTARO BOKUTO~~
Bokuto is a himbo, through and through, and he struggles to find the best way to help you through your period, but he tries. He’s always high energy, but he makes sure to dial it down for you. If you’re craving something specific, he is literally sprinting out the door to get it for you. Even if it’s two o’clock in the morning, he’s out of bed to find an open restaurant or store to get whatever you need.
~~SHOYO HINATA~~
Hinata is amazingly patient when it comes to your mood swings. Given that he’s had to deal with Kageyama, it’s not really a surprise. During one of your hormone induced tirades, he’ll listen as you vent and then take you for ice cream. He spends a lot of time at Coach Ukai’s store just trying to figure out what hygiene products would work best and makes sure you have plenty of painkillers and water. He uses his experience with you to eventually help his sister.
~~KOUZUME KENMA~~
Kenma is very book smart, but has no idea how to handle your period the first time it happens. He’s often consulting Kuroo and does a lot of online research. He already has a stock of sweets due to his junk days when he’s gaming and he shares them with you. He’ll build a pillow fort and invite you to play with him. If you decline, he’ll wrap you in a blanket burrito and cuddle you as he plays and you’re content to just watch until you fall asleep.
~~KEISHIN UKAI~~
Given that his love language is food, Ukai always has a feast of your favorite foods prepared during your period, as well as your favorite desserts. He brings home one of every hygiene product and pain killer from his family’s store, even if you have some left over from the last cycle, so you always have a healthy stock. He won’t let you do anything when you’re on your period. He takes care of all the chores and makes sure you’re fed, have premade meals, a heating pad and your favorite blanket for the day before he heads off to the store in the morning and practice in the afternoon. When he gets home after practice, he’s happy to carry your sleeping form to bed and kisses your temple before cuddling you and massaging your cramps away as he succumbs to sleep himself.
howdy y’all :) my first real post aaaaaaa pls lmk what y’all think!!
context: unspecified soulmate au in which itachi didn’t do the massacre (danzo did; it was stopped before he finished), shisui lives, sasuke’s orochimaru time was a 7 year long mission (assigned by fifth hokage itachi), everyone is HAPPY and GOOD, and the trio’s like. 21-22 ish
word count: 1704
pairings: sasunarugaa (sasunaru, narugaa, sasugaa), vague shiita
rating: like upper end pg-13??? idk dude
Ever the quiet, thoughtful type, Gaara spends much of his free time thinking. Observing. It’s hard not to; his soulmates thrive on and live for his attention, when they can get it. He thinks they’re the greatest thing that’s ever happened to him. Neither of them are quite perfect, but they complement each other, and they love him wholly, and that’s quite enough.
Gaara thinks Naruto is like the sun, casting a sweet, summery warmth over an appreciative sand with his blinding smile, unmatched energy, and optimism. Ramen suits him, honestly. It’s filling, warm, and the noodles take on the flavor of one’s chosen broth so nicely, bringing the dish together seamlessly. Naruto would make a wonderful diplomat. He will be a good Hokage, even if Shikamaru thinks he takes challenges too personally; even if he can’t sit and focus on a mission report to save his life (Sasuke is a perfect interpreter for his Naru’s fantastic tactical memory).
For someone who hadn’t known a pure, loving human interaction until he was well into his Academy years, Naruto can’t seem to figure out how not to treat a person lovingly. He is an ever-burning furnace of goodness and kindness and light, despite understanding some of humanity’s darkest aspects– things that he knew he could reflect, and chose not to. Naruto Uzumaki, in Gaara’s opinion, has every right to burn Konohagakure to the ground. Sometimes, he still doesn’t understand why Naruto doesn’t do so, until Naruto gives him the simplest, “What good would that do?” None, he understands. It wouldn’t bring Naruto any more peace than he has found in his work as a shinobi. One of Konoha’s finest, he knows. He takes such pride in his achievements, as he should. Gaara knows, firsthand, the adversity Naruto has had to overcome to find himself in his current position.
Naruto was his first love. Naruto’s talent for understanding people on such an intimate level, combined with his sparkling blue eyes and sweet whiskers, made it all too simple for Gaara to succumb to the charm that he’s still sure Naruto didn’t know he had. Even with years of traveling and changing lives on his resume, Naruto can’t acknowledge that he has accumulated a bit of an international fan club. It’s a shame, really; Naruto deserves to know that he’s appreciated. He deserves a place among the soulmates he puts on such a pedestal: Sabaku no Gaara, the youngest Kazekage in history; and Sasuke Uchiha, the man who spent his formative years as legendary Sannin Orochimaru’s right-hand man in order to funnel information out of Otogakure and sabotage the efforts of his temporary leader to destroy his former home. Gaara thinks Naruto ought to give himself some more credit– not only for accomplishing great things on his own, but for being a warm, attractive flame for his soulmates to gravitate toward. Naruto is far from down-to-earth, but he and his amazing wisdom are a tangible anchor for an overthinking Gaara, and a hot-headed Sasuke (even if, sometimes, their flames feed off each other).
Despite his warmth, Naruto isn’t the timeless romantic that an overly bookish, romance-adoring preteen Gaara thought he would want in a soulmate, should he have one. Naruto is brash, and loud, and confident, and has a tendency to take up the entire bed if no one joins him before he falls asleep. Naruto is too reactive for undercover work, has been banned from three different libraries due to an inability to whisper, and can shut down a ramen stand with his appetite. Naruto is also, however, one of the most gentle humans Gaara has ever met (rivaled only by their mutual soulmate). Naru, his Naru, greets him with sweet kisses - hands guiding his gaze upward with a tender cup of his cheeks, one thumb tracing the curve of his lower lip, stopping just past the corner only when he leans in to replace the touch with his lips - and hasn’t forced a single square inch of his body to know the displeasure that is never having been kissed by Naruto Uzumaki. Naru is so easily excitable, too. There’s no guesswork involved in the half-shouted, surprised moan that Sasuke’s startling grab of his hips and nip at his neck elicits, and Gaara finds it refreshing to be able to know, without a doubt, that Naruto is happy and fulfilled. He writes his emotions on his face in a jarring neon, and when that billboard screams, from the tallest rooftop in Konoha, that he - Naruto Uzumaki - is so fervently in love with Gaara (despite of, or perhaps because of the confidential understanding that their unique life experience binds them so tightly), Gaara thinks that this might just be better than one of his romance novels.
Gaara thinks himself a bit cheesy for the comparison, but contrasting Naruto’s sun is Sasuke’s moon. Soft, pulling with a surprisingly gentle gravity, outwardly cold– but inviting, as he channels the sun’s light to bring a calm coolness to the desert expanse below. With a rather unmoving, apparently irked expression, one would think Sasuke’s presence was as bleak and intimidating as he tried so hard to make it, but Gaara finds himself noticing just the opposite. Sasuke is always collected, never giving off an energy that isn’t intentional. With his background and the reputation of his family and clan, Gaara can see how easy it is for some to find the persistent scowl… unsettling. He was never one of those people, but he didn’t always have the luxury of knowing that Sasuke Uchiha does, in fact, feel things other than disdain.
Sasuke spent several years of his life carrying the wholehearted belief that he brought doom to those he loves. Any seven-year-old who cowered in fear as half his closest family was murdered in the middle of the night might feel the same way, especially with the knowledge that the carnage only stopped when the perpetrator was incapacitated by his own older brother (who - after the death of their father - had to assume the duties and responsibilities taken on by the head of the Uchiha clan, at the ripe age of thirteen). It had taken years for Sasuke to recover from that idea, though the trauma still occasionally rears its head at the worst of times– Gaara understands. Sasuke has a much bigger heart than he wants to believe, and Gaara thinks that that might be why he agreed to throw seven years of his life into a mission that wouldn’t directly benefit him in any way. “He poses a threat to you both, and I have the opportunity to mitigate that threat,” he would reason when questioned. Despite that valid enough reason, Gaara thinks his reasoning might still have had something to do with feeling like he owes his older brother.
Their introduction was rocky at best, and Gaara thinks that the initial animosity might have been the reason for his short period of denial that he might have any feelings for the Uchiha– the arrogant, stuck-up, downright haughty Uchiha who challenged his confidence so readily, so coolly. Sasuke had not a clue what he was getting himself into, but such confidence in his own abilities had been offensive at the time, until that confidence claimed some ground to stand on. They were more alike than they cared to acknowledge, and Gaara thinks this fact may have helped him discover that he, himself, wasn’t quite as monstrous as his surroundings would have him believe. Gaara watched Sasuke’s evolution in stages - as secret meetings and stolen moments would allow - and grew to understand that the hard exterior was paper thin, with the physical resistance of an eggshell, once Sasuke was allowed to settle.
Soulmates are sacred in Uchiha tradition; Sasuke made sure Gaara knew this. Sasuke openly worships the ground that he and Naruto walk on. His reserved public facade gave way to a doting, almost clingy closed-doors attitude. “No one simps like an Uchiha!” Shisui had told him, in response to questioning his reasons for planning his next anniversary with Itachi almost a whole year in advance. Gaara had thought it a joke, at the time– before Sasuke’s flowering conditions had been met. Sasuke blooms as a gardenia, under only the most comfortable of circumstances. With careful pruning, watering, and bulb maintenance, the gardenia reveals its soft, white petals and comfortable, jasmine-like scent on warm summer nights. It’s refreshing, Gaara thinks, to have a soulmate who understands his reservations, a soulmate for whom - much to his surprise - no number of romance novels could have prepared him for. Fingertips feathered over the nape of his neck as a free hand found his hip, drawing him in for a kiss; gentle, at first, and slow– until Sasuke thought it appropriate to interject a brush of his teeth over Gaara’s lower lip. It’s predictable, but Gaara still shudders. The care with which Sasuke carries him to the nearest soft surface is sharply contrasted by the bite marks Gaara knows he’ll find for the next few days, or the ropes Sasuke has pulled taut over Naruto’s tanned skin. Not everyone has the privilege of being able to see the inner workings of the mind of Sasuke Uchiha, and Gaara can appreciate that. Still, Gaara thinks that he might never quite get used to seeing Sasuke’s face soften while he sleeps, or his Sharingan whirl to life as he pins Gaara to the back of the just-closed front door, or his brow furrowed in concentration as he sinks into his latest library find… and that’s alright. Sasuke can keep a hint of his mystery.
Now, as Gaara pauses in his living room doorway, he thinks that he’s glad to have Sasuke home. He’s glad to know that Naruto, after so many years, has the peace of mind he so desperately craves. His house has been mostly empty for well over a decade, but he thinks sharing his space might not be so bad, with his current company. Sure, they’re sprawled across his couch and look much too comfortable for Gaara to wake them up so he can get the blanket he wants, but that’s fine. Gaara thinks his phone needs a new lock screen, anyway.
hi! i wrote a thing on ao3, beta'd by the magnificent @yourfinalbow! this is the first fic i've written and i really wanted to share it with y'all!
It had been raining all night. It had been raining when Dean got into bed, belly warm and full of the fancy-ass Cuban sandwiches he had made for dinner. It had been raining when Cas closed their bedroom door, finished with his nightly cup of chamomile tea. And it is raining now, as Dean opens his eyes to find himself alone in their room.
He sighs and rubs his hand down his face. The room is dark, but the faint light from the window is enough for him to find his way out to the hallway. The middle of May, as it turns out, isn’t actually very warm for where they live now. Dean reaches into the hallway closet and pulls Cas’ trenchcoat out. He knows that Cas isn’t going to wear it when Dean gives it to him, but it might keep both of them a little warmer.
Dean slowly opens the front door, not surprised to find it unlocked. Cas comes out here enough, and Dean’s just learned to go with it. Ever since life got mostly back to normal, Cas has been, well, a little restless. The transition from an angel of the lord to an old man whose hair is starting to go gray wasn’t an easy one. Sometimes Dean would lose Cas, searching high and low in their small town only to find him in a corner of the public library, reading a book to himself under his breath. Other times Cas would be sitting in the garden, inspecting the undersides of sunflower leaves. But at night, Cas would usually come out to the porch, no matter the weather. Sometimes he’d stay there for an hour, occasionally even two. Dean would eventually come out and coax him back inside. Neither of them minded, though. It was an excuse to breathe in the cool night air and just be.
