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[lips-of-a-witch]

lovers, do we still fuck with greys anatomy/private practice fanfics?

[lawolsonlover]

the way she looks at you.

pairing ∶ melissa schemmenti x fem!original character.

synopsis ∶ Melissa Schemmenti has survived just about everything Abbott Elementary can throw at her: budget cuts, chaos, and now a building fire that left more smoke than sanity behind. she’s tough, composed, and far too seasoned to be thrown off balance by anyone. at least, that’s what she tells herself. the firefighter who helped save Abbott is confident, sharp, and maddeningly calm, the kind of woman who can handle flames without blinking but somehow manages to set Melissa’s entire world on fire just by showing up.

warnings ∶ slow-burn, agegap, workplace setting, emotional tension, single parent, motherhood, found family, schemmenti-level sarcasm, confessional humor, jealousy, mentions of trauma ﹙ptsd﹚. Gregory/fem!oc implied, emotional conflict, suggestive undertones, light swearing, alcoholism, catholicism. sfw with romantic tension; language and innuendo included. english is not my first language, but I hope you enjoy it. constructive feedback is always welcomed!

* chapter one， ⠀ one fire at a time.

* chapter two， ⠀ after spring break.

* chapter three， crosswords.

* chapter four， ⠀everywhere.

coming soon! ∶

* chapter five ， ⠀hold on, hun... im writing it.

📌 ∶ @novaktism , @panerasbox , @schemmentigfs , @melissaschem . @rosie6reyes , @moonabbott , @marvel210 , @myownworriedshoes , @tultravi0lence , @theywerer00mates , @derpyavocado ⸻ let me know if you want to be tagged in future fanfics. thanks for reading! 💞

© all canon characters belong to their original creators, while all non-canon compliant ideas, plots, and writing are my own. please do not copy, repost, or claim my work without permission.

[blackhillverse]

booo, i wrote a maria hill & nick fury fic where he tries to corner a 20-something maria into going to therapy. this is my first work in two years so i’m kinda throwing up from the stress. let me know what you think. chat, how bad it is???

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Nick Fury & Maria Hill Characters: Maria Hill, Nick Fury Additional Tags: Mental Health Issues, Maria Hill Feels, Maria Hill Needs a Hug, Maria Hill-centric, POV Maria Hill, Nick Fury Knows All, Nick Fury Feels, Mentor Nick Fury, Depression, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Anxiety Disorder, Substance Abuse, Character Study, Not Beta Read, Pre-Canon, Pre-Movie: The Avengers (2012), Angry Maria Hill Summary:

the one where nick fury talks to maria hill about therapy. maria isn't amused.

[nympheology]

nightbird

Pairing: Lucina / Inigo

Words: 2,987

Chapters: 1/1

“But I simply don’t think we’re each other’s type,” Inigo had murmured, his voice barely a whisper. The conversation he held with Noire lost to the night. Lost to the entire world’s ears, but not Lucina’s heart.

She tried to push the thought away as she listened to Henry, tried to keep her tears at bay as she watched Olivia walk towards them with two plates of fresh dinner, her shy smile sending a thrill through Lucina’s heart. It was just so much like Inigo’s, like that shy, gentle smile he would share only with her in the dark of the night.

But she and Inigo were nothing like each other, and perhaps in the end he was right. Perhaps she was truly just a stern and sometimes cynical young woman, while he was the warm and shining light that kept them from fully falling into cold despair at the end of every difficult battle—the loud laughter of his father that echoed through the camp, the elegant and inspiring dancing of his mother that soared vigorously through everyone’s hearts; while she was only the afterthought of her father’s bravery, and the footnote of her mother’s beauty.

You can read it here on Ao3

[time-to-cause-chaos]

i see oceans in your eyes

So season 15 kinda broke me and I wrote this.

AO3 link WC: 1k

There were so many people here.

All of them were here for her.

For Nya.

Kai couldn’t really focus on anything past his own feet. The tingling numbing sensation that had been crawling it’s way through his limbs had long-past settled in his bones. It allowed cold - dreadful awful cold - to seep into his skin.

His eyes itched. They were dry. Too dry. He couldn’t bring himself to cry, a single tear would lead into a torrent of sorrow and he didn’t want to have to cry for his little sister.

Not when she wasn’t gone.

Gone, gone, one with the sea-

Not his baby sister.

Risking a glance at the crowd gathered through the courtyard hurt, it hurt because they were all mourning her too. When they shouldn’t have to, shouldn’t have to mourn for the amazing water ninja Kai was so, so proud to call his little sister-

The strings of people led down the stairs, out past the cherry blossom tree, dragging into the distance.

Some brought small gifts, other words and looks of sorrow and assurance for the ninja. He hadn’t really taken too much notice.

Kai didn’t understand how a crowd this large was so silent, solemn in a way that was unnatural. Even the youngest children didn’t dare look up from their toes. Like a terrible thing was in the air, maybe there was.

The bowl in hands shuddered, tremors coursed freely through his fingers, something in him rattled.

The water trickled it’s way to the bottom of the vase, echoing along the way.

Kai was.

He was.

What was he?

He knew he was still stuck in a state of shock, he knew deep-down he was terrified, scared, longing for Nya to just please come back.

There were so many things they hadn’t done together, so many adventures to still go on. Kai wasn’t ready for her to leave, the harsh reality of everything was weighing down his shoulders.

Something fierce flashed in him.

He was angry.

FSM, angry wasn’t enough, wasn’t the right word, the feeling inside him couldn’t be amounted to anything less than furious and enraged.

Countless times one of them had been thought dead, Zane and the overlord, Cole in the fall, Lloyd against the Oni.

Infinite situations where they’d all cried because one of them had been wounded, waiting outside the med room, waiting, waiting, for it to end. For it all to have been a fluke, a mistake, they all came out fine. They always came out fine.

That didn’t mean the grief wasn’t there, the nightmares afterward.

And they weren’t out of this one yet. That was the problem, it was a problem because Nya wasn’t here.

Not next to him, flicking his head with a grin for something stupid he’d said. Not rolling her eyes from across a room, not grinning as she managed to fix her invention.

There was a little voice in the back of his mind, telling him to look for her. Look because she’s there, I promise, she’s there over there and over there and you need to tell her something so say it, you idiot.

A breath caught in his breath and he choked.

His finger’s burned with heat, the cool static in him receding, making way for a fiery inferno. A storm to never go against, to sweep him away and off his feet.

Distract him, to take his thoughts off of her dimpled smile when she laughed.

Take the sounds of Jay’s cries, Lloyd’s sobs, Cole’s labored breaths, Zane and PIXAL’s sniffling away.

Take everything away. Take it all away.

On impulse, he turned on his heel and stormed out of there, the ceremony - not funeral, never a funeral - was over anyway.

His family stood a little ways off to the side, waiting for the remaining dregs of people to filter back down the steps.

Their eyes bore holes into his core, he didn’t turn around.

Lloyd followed him first, not even half an hour later.

His fingertips kept lighting on fire and he didn’t have to have patience right now to put them out, same for the smoke coming off of his skin.

It was raining outside by the time Lloyd sat next to him, a heavy downpour, it made him feel sick.

They’d all clung to each other on the roof, a desperate attempt to forget. Afterwards they’d all been too distressed to do anything else. It hadn’t been forgotten, it hadn’t been a nightmare, it was real.

Lloyd kneeled next to Kai and wrapped his arms around his neck, squishing his face against his shoulder. Kai pulled the younger boy tighter to his chest, a feeling of helplessness rising in him.

Their sobs were an added noise to the cacophony of crashing raindrops through the monastery.

Nya, Nya, Nya-

He’d promised to protect her, hadn’t he?

She was his to protect. He was her older brother, the one who was supposed to be there for her but couldn’t do anything but watch through blurry eyes as she walked through Jay.

Kai gripped Lloyd’s shoulders and cried.

There were rivers of tears and his nose was all snotty and his heart ached, he was fairly certain Lloyd wasn’t too different.

The others filtered in one-by-one, Skylor was there too. They were all obscured by the salty water filling his eyes and the agony that ripped through his head, a reminder of the day.

And there they all were there again, wrecked and barely held together as they cried into another’s gi. This had happened before, but it had been alright in the end.

Why couldn’t it be alright right now?

Why wasn’t Nya here?

No one spoke, letting raindrops and tears fill the deafening silence. The empty Nya-shaped hole in the room was fresh and searing, like an open wound that you couldn’t forget.

Strong and brave and smart and incredible was his little sister. But now she was no more than the great big ocean.

[eponinearchive]

danse macabre

Pairing: Enjolras / Grantaire

Words: 14K

Chapters: 1/1

The man swirled around changing from partner to partner, his smile not yet fading until he came across a tray full of what Enjolras presumed to be wine. The liquid was a golden tone, similar in color to the mask Enjolras himself was wearing. He took a long swig of the drink and closed his eyes. But when he opened them, they landed on Enjolras, who stared at him bewildered.

"Enjolras?" asked the man, his eyes wide with surprise. He took a hesitant step towards Enjolras then held back, the green of his eyes quickly changing towards a more natural dark brown. "What are you doing here?"

Enjolras finds himself in a never-ending masquerade, and he's determined to bring it all to an end.

This is my piece for the Les Mis Halloween Exchange, for @weisbrot. Happy Halloween!

You can read it on AO3 here.

[wollstoncrafts]

oh but he burns (like rum on the fire)

Pairing: Keith / Lance 

Words: 66K+

Chapters: 1/1

“I… I have no idea what it is that you’re doing, but I’m a much better listener than a speaker.”

Prince Leandro’s expression remained almost the same, but Keith could swore his lips had lifted into a little smile. “This might sound stupid to you, but I’m on a little secret mission. That’s why I left the palace. I promise it’s nothing too weird, and I promise not to cause any harm, especially to you.”

“A mission?” Keith asked curiously, “I’ve never heard of princes going on sudden secret missions before.”

In the midst of tension among nations, Keith and Lance embark on a journey together to preserve the peace among the four nations.

You can read it on AO3 here. 

[babsaros]

it is done it is published