#personal fanfic

[mistressaugury]

The Void

Bellamort Rated Mature Trapped, Temporary Amnesia, Sexual Content, Off-Screen Violence, Nature of Love, POV thrid person plural, One-Shot.

Bellatrix’s eyes flutter open into nothing but whiteness. Blinding white. Enough that it made her dizzy. At least until her eyes adjusted. Able to roll up onto her knees and elbows. By then the world tunes down its brightness. But it didn’t shape itself into something she was familiar with.

Nor did anything turn into notable landscapes. In fact there was nothing. No signs of windows or walls. Not a hint of being inside or out. Not even an indent of an exit or sharp corner. How did she get here? Although she breathed fresh air and felt a blood temperature warmth around her it gave up nothing. The space could be vast or small, If only Bellatrix could reach out and feel for something. But there was nothing but white ground and empty colorless space. 

A white void.

It’s until her hungry eyes fall on something with weight. It too stirs from being sprawled out on the ground. Clutching his eyes.

“My Lord!”

Bella gets to her feet and rushes to his side. He jerks back his arm from her, surprised. His pupils dim and he recognizes her. His mind reels as he takes stock of their surroundings.

“What has happened?” He said,

Good question, Bellatrix rose with him. 

“I don’t…” She turns, looking at what she assumes is forward and back, “I don’t know.”

Read the rest on AO3 The Void by ProserpinasWinter

[jalapainio]

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

Roy and Dick, discussing their love life as they break out of the Gotham Jail.

(They were arrested for spraypainting Olliver's new branch in Gotham. So really the cops should be thanking them.)

[hostagine]

Never Ever Ever

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Tamaki and Haruhi break up, but Hikaru's the only one heartbroken.

Unrequited love + Angst

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"Are you still angry with me?" 

What made him think he was angry at him? Was it the silent treatment all day or the aggressive side eyeing? He wasn't sure. But the way Hikaru was sitting, slouched over on a log by himself, behind the lake house they'd been staying at, hiding his face, he knew he wasn't happy.

He rarely ever wondered what he was thinking. He didn't have to. He was an open book. He always said what he thought. Hikaru's heart didn't just show on his sleeve, he walked with it, carelessly, and talked with it, thoughtlessly. He practically held it in his hands for anyone to take it. It made it very easy to love him, or hate him. To steal his heart or to break it. 

Tamaki supposed that he must've done both. 

"You don't even know why you're angry," 

"Shut up," Hikaru sneered, fists full of his own hair. "You're a piece of shit that's why." 

"Are you really that mad that we broke up? That you'd call me names?" Tamaki asked quietly, watching as the muscles in Hikaru's back flexed. He shouldn't be provoking him but if Kaoru wasn't going to do it, someone had to. "I kind of expected you to make a fool of yourself in front of everyone, sure. But to be honest, I thought you'd be happy." 

"Why would I be happy? because I liked Haruhi?" Hikaru snapped, standing to his full height. He had the balls to mock him now? "Am I not supposed to be angry? Should I cackle and twiddle my fingers like an antagonist in what you think is your cute little romantic comedy? Should I be hovering over her shoulder, hoping she'll see me as a rebound to forget about you? The fuck am I to you?"

"You know that's not what I meant." Tamaki scoffed, tightening his coat around himself to shield away from the cold. "Despite popular belief, I don't actually think everything is about me, ass."  

"You cheated on Haruhi."

"I did not cheat. You're the only one that thinks that."

Hikaru finally turned to face him, his cheeks twitched and the specks of gold reflected in his eyes looked primal as the sun danced off the water and shown on his face. "Spell it out for me then. You were engaged to Haruhi when you fell in love with someone else. Look me in the eye and tell me I'm wrong. I saw you two at the party this weekend. You kissed Ayame." 

Tamaki had gone quiet. He was speechless but it's not to be mistaken for guilty silence. He was just so focused on the fire in his eyes he forgot he was defending himself. 

"We already called it quits by then," Tamaki said when he noticed Hikaru beginning to walk away, most likely to finish his tantrum someplace else. "You've never been in love with anyone before so you don't know how it feels or know that sometimes people fall out of love too."

Hikaru inhaled sharply as Tamaki continued.

"Haruhi and I don't love each other anymore. I didn't cheat on her. You just keep saying that to justify being angry, because you don't know why you're angry." 

"Stop pretending like you understand!" Hikaru shouted. "I hate it when everyone thinks they know how I feel." 

"Then just say what you're thinking, so I can understand." Tamaki shouted back, but he was more desperate. He didn't care if Hikaru was angry at him or thought ill of him but he couldn't stand knowing he caused him grief for whatever reason. "What did I do? Is it because you're jealous?"

"I'm angry because you don't love her anymore-" Hikaru said before he stopped himself.  "For fucks sake. Are you happy now?" 

After another awkward pause, Tamaki gave a frustrated sigh, pulling his hand out to rub into his hair. "Haruhi isn't exactly heartbroken now is she? So you're just going to have to get over it."

Get over it?

"How?" He whispered.

"Come again?" Tamaki grumbled. 

Hikaru opened his fist and looked down at the marks his nails left in his hand. "I don't care how Haruhi feels about you. She doesn't love you anymore? Good. You suck." 

"You suck." Tamaki muttered under him.  

"But it's not fair that you get to be over her." His voice strained, struggling to convey both of his most complicated feelings. Being angry, and being sorry for himself. "You've been together for 4 years. You got to spend everyday with her. You got to live with her, sleep next to her- fuck, you were supposed to marry her next year..." 

"And?" Tamaki dared. 

"And yesterday," Hikaru hesitated, "Haruhi told me that I'm... like a brother to her."

"So how can you fall out of love with her and I can't?" 

[sabinemorans]

Mornings With Karl

This is a drabble request for @whisperinghallwaysofmirrors using descriptors for her appearance she sent me! If you want a drabble featuring you specifically pls hit me up!

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Karl groaned and rolled over in bed, expecting to find your warm body next to him and your golden brown hair tickling his nose but unfortunately his morning doesn’t start off this way. Instead, he falls flat on his face on the cold concrete. He sighs through his nose.

Sure. Days can still be good if they start this way right?

He rolls on his side and gets up, stumbling a little to the bathroom where he relieves himself and brushes his teeth. Then, as always he goes to find you and again, as always you’re already at work. He smiles at the metal pieces strewn across your work table and looks over your work, swaying slightly to low music on your phone as you work. The restored metal cross is looking better with each passing day and he peeks over your shoulder to see what you're creating currently.

“Hrm,” he hums, nuzzling your light brunette curls causing you to smile and little shivers to run down your spine. For a big man Karl could be very quiet when he wanted to be and he liked to surprise you. “It’s lookin’ good Buttercup, I like the little touches with the thinner wire. You’re a damn artist.”

The blush on your face was sudden, and you hated how you could feel him smiling behind you. He could always tell when you were getting flustered just by your body language and all it did was feed his ego. He grabbed a nearby chair he liked to sit in and watch you work and plopped down. Honestly, Karl was downright indecent right now in his dark sweats only with his hair messy from sleep and his broad hairy chest on display. Sometimes you thought he kept his shirt off most of the time simply to distract you and make you blush, which would lead to more of his teasing.

Bastard.

Pretty, damn was he pretty, but he was a bastard.

“Cmon baby, show me those sweet almond shaped eyes, look at me. Cmonnnnnn I can feel you looking at me through your hair. Cmonnnnnn,” he said, using a sing-song voice on both utterances of “cmon.” There was that stupid grin on his face too that you both loved and hated. The blush across your nose deepened and you groaned a bit before making eye contact with him finally, adjusting your glasses with a finger.

“There, I’m looking at you Karl, happy?” You rolled your eyes at him but he wasn’t deterred. Nothing in the world could make him stop smiling when he saw the blush on your face. Karl scoots closer to you and bumps his nose against yours sweetly.

“Fuckin’ estatic baby. I love how worked up you get from a tiny compliment. You’d think after all these months with me you’d be used to it.”

This was a fair thing to say. You’d been with Karl for a couple years now and had been living with him for months. He’d always been quick to compliment your work (one of the things he loved about you was that you worked with metal so beautifully) and ever since you’d lived with him his praises had become daily. And he wasn’t one to just dish them out. If you did something he didn’t love or if he had a better idea he would be honest and tell you. Karl may be rough around the edges but honesty is very important to him and he wouldn’t lie.

You know he genuinely enjoys your work and it’s a welcome change from what you’re used to. Your family doesn’t quite understand why you’ve chosen this work and is often dismissive of things you’re proud of when it comes to finishing a project. After a while you stopped showing anyone your work except who needed to see it because no one cared, but then Karl sauntered into your life and you felt at home. You felt understood, supported and eventually loved.

Adjusting your glasses again (this time from just needing something to do) you chuckle and shrug. “You’d think. Hopefully I’ll get used to it.” You set your current project on your table and roll closer to him, setting your hands on his chest. “But I probably won’t.”

You smile and Karl laughs, slipping his big hands around your waist and nuzzling your soft cheek. “Mmmm I hope not Buttercup. I’d miss that blush and the cute way you shrink when I compliment you. At least now you don’t wave them off anymore.”

You hum and concede that point. Before you’d done what everyone who wasn’t used to praise did and waved all the compliments off. Karl had let it slide for maybe a couple months before he started to aggressively tell you how talented you were and how he appreciated you. It was still hard to fight the urge, but blushing and saying thank you were great leaps in progress.

“We’ll now I’ve got you big guy, and you’re gonna be here to compliment me and push me further every day right? That’s what you promised when I moved into this factory, remember?” Your eyebrows wiggle at him and he grins goofily.

“Of course I remember! I remember carrying all this shit in for you too and making sure you had your own space set up to work and then carrying you across the doorway bridal style too.” His lips suddenly drag against yours and you sigh happily, moving your arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

“I’m gonna be here for you forever baby,” he murmurs against your lips, kissing you again. “I keep my promises.”

You snorted loudly.

“Ok I keep the ones I make for you at least.”

“Yeah, that sounds about right.” You smile and kiss him again, melting into his warm embrace and Karl hums. See now this is how a morning should start. And you two had morning after morning together in your safe space, forever. Life still wasn’t perfect but with Karl it came close.

[1lilspark]

Carly needed a moment to breathe. She actually kind of had faith in Ava to help in putting an end to the nightmare that was Cyrus....and as for Jason, well if she had a nickel for every unlikely ally she had made recently she would have two... it wasn’t much but it was something.

Listening to the sounds of little Donna cooing she decided to take a step into the nursery as seeing the child who wasn’t such a baby anymore melted her anxiety like butter.

“Mama,” the baby chirped from her crib as Carly scooped the child into her arms as she stood slack jawed. Oh my god she said her first words.

“Mama” Donna said again turning her head toward the doorway reaching her chubby hands away from Carly who was soon startled by another female voice.

“She’s been speaking for a while,” the voice of the nanny spoke as she reached out to take Donna.

“Mama!” Donna said all smiles in the nanny’s arms.

“If it makes you feel any better her first word was Joss.”

“It would MAKE me FEEL better if you told me my daughter said her first words!”

“You were always distracted.”

“I’d make time for a mile stone like that.... if Sonny were...if Jason were...”

No, she wasn’t going to let something like this get to her. Not when she had to make sure all her schemes went according to plan.

(Inspired by @anyathefandom’s recent post)

[lovieebby]

AWWW WAIT ARE YOU DOING PERSONAL ONES THATS SO CUTE 🥺🥴 my name is jayla and i cant stop thinking about soft daddy geralt coming back home to take care of his baby after slaying sone monsters 🥺🥺

//I hope you like it bby!! 🥺❤️

Geralt purposely opened the door quietly and closed it with care, hoping to keep you sleeping. It was well past midnight, the owls hooting in the tall trees as other critters alike moved around in the outside world.

As Geralt started to disassemble his armor, he heard you get up before he even saw you. He sighed in disappointment about trying to be sneaky, he took the rest of his armor off and waited in the doorway of the hallway that led to your shared bedroom.

Geralt’s shadowed figure spooked you for a short moment, not expecting him to be standing in the doorway waiting for you to come out. You gave a lazy smile to him as you rubbed your face with a yawn.

“My poor sleepy Jayla.” His voice rumbled out, watching you near him with your hands extended to him.

He stood off the doorframe and met you halfway, letting you embrace him. You smiled into his covered chest, rubbing your cheeks into it as you smelt the familiar scent of home.

“I missed you daddy.” You whispered to him, squeezing him closer to you, grunting as you did.

Geralt pulled away but only for a short moment, he gripped your waist and picked you up. One of his hands were placed under your rear and one across your back, your hands wrapped around his neck and playing with his hair.

“I missed you too little Jayla.” He spoke softly in your ear, “Have you been good?”

You nodded your head in his neck as you brought a hand to his necklace and played with the chain while he walked the both of you into the bedroom. He placed you down gently with a groan, you yawned when you felt the soft bedding under your bottom. Geralt stripped down to nothing and crawled to you, forcing you to go to your side. You lifted up the blanket and let him pull you close to him, your back pressed to his chest.

“You always sleep on daddy’s side when he’s gone?” He asked in a whisper, leaning his body up to look at you.

He smirks as you let out a small giggle, you rolled to your back and nodded to his question as you fumbled with his pendant again, it was your favorite thing to mess with.

[overgrown-earth]

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