#unpublished fic

[kurbeeeee]

I wrote a pretty lengthy chapter (at least for me, and so far the longest chap for this fic I think) for my Leeluke fic which is still remaining in the drafts!

One of my favourite bits from what I wrote today:

... it's... it's a little funny.

[sunrayssunspears]

if you want me - earn me!

Aerion Targaryen x f!stark!reader

modern!politics!au

moodboard

snippet

[eternityunicorn]

Last Sentence Tag Game

Thank you @darknightfrombeyond for tagging me! 💕☺️💕

Rules: post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

Isaac blinked rapidly, his dark eyes coming to life as he truly looked at her, finally realizing who it was he was speaking to. A confused expression crossed his features as he sat up a little straighter, hissing in pain as he did, before speaking the name that had once been hers for a brief time, “Elizabeth?”

“Yes, more or less,” she replied, her hand dropping from his dark curls. “Although that name is not truly mine, no more than the girl you remember is who I truly am.”

Tagging…anyone who wishes to participate!

[thegrapebehindtheslaugher]

I'm about 60% done with the first chapter and i'm doing the haunt server writemas so i'll post my snips here too to motivate me more and get more people interested!!

Charles thought about it the whole time it took them to get from the office to the cemetery where the meeting would be held. That concert now made sense. Charles was about to turn sixteen, he had run away from his father's house to see a local punk band, there was alcohol, singing, anarchy and handsome boys, especially the drummer. At first, Charles assumed he was just drunk— It's normal for boys to kiss other boys when they're not in their right mind, right? And he had decided to ignore how nice it felt when he thought about him after the concert.

[loveadriansage]

Snippet of my unpublished vampire/human Stucky fic titled "it's who I am, not who I was."

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Steve’s vision blurred as he laid on the floor, gasping for breath. Everything was spinning, but he could just barely make out the figure of Bucky holding the person who had attacked him up by the throat.

“Bucky..” he pleaded softly, trying his best to reach out to him to no avail.

Something wet splatters on the floor by his outstretched fingers. His eyes focused just long enough to make out the red hue.

When he looked back up at Bucky, he was only met with more horrors. The sight of Bucky’s fangs deep in this person’s neck, blood covering his face… He looked so happy to be draining the life force from this man. Steve knew the guy was an asshole, and he had hurt him, but.. It was the first time he thought that Bucky may be a monster.

[siriuslykiller]

Snippet Tuesday

Is that a thing idk??! @6lytherinn tagged me but my Monday is her Sunday so I felt like I wasn't supposed to do it but then I found this so now I'm doing it anyways. 🎀

"We can't just kill them, Isaac!" Scott yelled, and it was funny because I'd never heard him yell before. We'd been going over this for hours, and I'd finally lost my temper. "Why don't you care" He added.

"They killed kids," I hissed, my voice trembling. "Kids who didn't do anything wrong. They almost killed Eli. Do you see how wrong that is?"

"and I care, I always care. That's my problem," I said, looking at him.

"I'm sure she didn't know," came his reply.

"You always go on and on about how we shouldn't kill anyone, yet she fucking killed people. She has armies out there killing."

I breathed heavily, staring at his back. "What happened to you? You would have never done this back then."

He spoke softly, as if terrified of my anger. "Yeah, I was the good kid, Scott. And it got me nothing."

The anger in me dissipated as he turned and I saw his tear-filled eyes. I gulped.

"Why did you come back?" he asked.

Instead of answering, I asked my own, "Why didn't you try to bring me back?"

He didn't reply. I'd asked him this before, the night before I killed Araya Calavera. He hadn't answered then either.

I shook my head. "Exactly."

I paused before continuing, "My absence never bothered you like yours bothered me."

More silence followed, and then my anger returned full force. I yelled, mixing thoughts I'd had over the years about being a burden to him.

"Come on, make it easy, Scott. Tell me I never mattered."

Finally, the anger started slowly falling away and I stopped yelling, ready to leave. My hand layed down on the doorknob when he spoke.

"I wish you stayed, Isaac," he said softly, almost a whisper.

"I wish I stayed too," I admitted, turning around.

He stood close, looking at the floor. I lifted his chin to look at me; tears streamed down his face.

"I'm not leaving again," I said, looking down into his eyes. "Even if you hate me, someone needs to be able to do the things you can't."

His hand came up, wrapping around my wrist. "I could never hate you, even though I'm trying so hard to right now."

He breathed out, his eyes staring into mine. His gaze flickered down to my lips, and my heart stopped. It didn't matter anymore I couldn't ignore it.

I leaned down, kissing him. He froze for a split second before kissing me back. My arms wrapped around his waist as his hands found their way into my hair.

As our lips moved together, the tension and anger melted away, replaced by longing.

Scott's hands tangled deeper into my hair, his fingers tracing the edges of my ears. I felt a shiver run down my spine as his touch sent waves of electricity through my body.

"I missed you I never once forgot about you I wanted you back I always did," he whispered, his breath hot against my skin.

I pulled back, my eyes locking onto his. "I've missed you too," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

Scott's gaze searched mine, as if looking for answers to unspoken questions. I knew exactly what he sought reassurance that I wouldn't leave again.

I kissed him again I kissed him like my life depended on it and I'm sure it did.

Npt: @amatorialarchive @reguluswritesashedrowns @thats-a-mushroom

[albentelisa]

Hi! Here's an interesting ask. What if Jim was Douxie's younger brother but still falls for Claire?

Oh, I actually have a fic draft with that premise in my notes though I don't know if or when I may post that one. So, I guess, I'll just share some of my notes.

So, in that AU, Douxie and Jim are half-brothers (they have the same mother who is the daughter of the Casperan family head). They are two years apart, with Douxie being the older one. Douxie is supposed to be an heir - he was born from the arranged marriage between his mother and a talented wizard from another powerful magic clan. Casperan family was once powerful but currently is in decline. The arranged marriage was an attempt to revive the former glory.

As for Jim, he is born out of an affair between his mother and a Camelot knight. This birth seemingly ruins everything for Casperan's family. Douxie's dad leaves as he is greatly insulted. The mother dies soon after giving birth to Jim, leaving both boys in the care of their aunt and grandfather.

Jim is greatly despised in the family. They refuse to give him a magical name, giving him a regular one James. While no one attempts to get rid of him actively, the family keeps sending him into dangerous places to gather ingredients for potions hoping that Jim won't return. Jim befriends Blinky during one of those outings.

Jim seemingly possesses no magic (yet another reason why his family cannot stand him), but Douxie doesn't fare that much better. He was supposed to be a rare prodigy and the hope of the Casperan family, yet he is nowhere close to the expectations. Besides, he likes music and wandering way more than studying under his grandfather's tutelage.

Technically, Douxie and Jim trust only each other in their family, feeling no familial attachment to anyone else (well, Douxie also has his familiar Archie, but that's it).

Jim's magic manifests out of nowhere when he is 9. Unfortunately for him, his magic is shadowmancy (it's blue and black in color, BTW!) and the Casperan family tolerates that one even less than Merlin.

They decide to kill Jim, but Douxie and Archie save him and the three of them run away and settle in Camelot (because of Arthur's purges, the Casperan family has no connections there).

After some time Douxie discovers some unexplained oddity about his brother - Jim has stopped aging both physically and mentally (think of a Peter Pan-like situation). It's the result of Jim's trauma.

Even though they are only two years apart as time passes and Douxie keeps growing, it starts to look like their age difference is bigger.

Jim has a horrible opinion about all wizards except Douxie (he believes his brother is a rare exception and everyone else is a horrible person). He likes knights instead - well, the concept of a knight, who is a noble protector and a true hero, and their aesthetics.

Douxie meets Merlin when he is 16, and around the same time, Jim meets Morgana (his magic goes out of control and she senses him). Morgana is extremely happy to meet another shadowmancer and proposes Jim to become her apprentice. It's the first time someone treats Jim's magic as a good thing (even Douxie, while not calling shadow magic evil, avoids discussing it).

So, Douxie and Jim end as apprentices of Merlin and Morgana respectfully. Merlin is furious about Morgana's decision, he believes she isn't ready to teach anyone and most likely will only set Jim on the wrong path. Morgana simply doesn't care about her master's opinion.

Morgana's support makes Jim start growing again and he also starts to understand that there are more good people among wizards than he thought before. Jim's shadow magic is slightly different than Morgana's - he exceeds in conjuring different stuff from shadows and because of his admiration of knights he can easily summon and maintain an armor and sword made of shadows. Merlin is both horrified and enraged when he discovers it and claims that something like that is too dangerous. Morgana simply believes that Merlin is jealous as doing something like that without external conduits is a rare skill.

When Morgana changes sides, it's another low blow for Jim (as Morgana was a true mother figure for him). Not to mention that Merlin is pretty much deadset on sealing Jim as well before he grows up to become as dangerous as his master. Only Douxie's pleas make him change the plan, but Jim is put under non-stop surveillance from the Camelot knights with some wizards always ready to seal him if something goes wrong.

All of that is obviously no good for Jim's mental health and his time stops once again. Douxie tries his best to heal his brother's psyche but Jim seemingly needs something he can't give him. There are centuries of roaming with no change.

James Lake is Douxie and Jim's latest caretaker from Camelot knights (they keep existing as an organization) and he is a bit more flexible than his predecessors (well, and actually not that devoted to the case). That's why Douxie manages to talk him into trying to play the true family (as he hopes that if Jim has some normal life it may help him).

Douxie and Jim both take the de-aging potion and pose as James's small sons. Eventually, James meets Barbara and they marry. It is serious for Barbara (and she also gets attached to boys fast), but for James, it's just a passing infatuation. He falls in love with someone else and abandons Barbara. Douxie and Jim insist on staying though and James sees it as an opportunity to get rid of an annoying responsibility. Douxie is supposed to report to headquarters about the development, but he ends up faking reports to get some freedom.

Douxie's plan actually succeeds. Jim has Barbara and Toby now, and Jim finally actually gets into living through the teen years.

In this AU, Jim isn't the Trollhunter. Barbara takes over this role and Jim is forced to actively use his shadowmancy to protect her (as she is another mother figure for him and he'll do anything to protect her).

As for Claire in this AU, Morgana plans to use her as a vessel, so Jim is eventually forced into picking between his beloved master and the girl he loves. Obviously, he picks Claire. This entire situation helps him to get a full grip of his magic at last.

Some other stuff this AU features:

part-Akiridon Toby (both Toby and Jim discover each other's secret simultaneously - and it's awkward),

changeling Steve (and he's also Draal's younger brother),

space mercenary Darci (which leads to some problems when she starts dating Toby),

Mary's family are devoted servants of the Arcane Order and she initially is a spy,

Eli is extra sensitive and being surrounded by so many people who feels 'odd' to him drives him crazy

[labyrinthhofmymind]

a snippet of marylene from my fic! (labyrinth_ofmymind on ao3)

Marlene’s face is lost in Mary’s hair.

“This is nice.” She whispers softly, her fingers curling around Mary’s brown locks. Mary smiles, because it is nice, this, them, what they’re doing right now. It’s been so long since they’ve let themselves be together like this.

“Yeah.” Is all Mary says back, her speech slurred and soft. She finds she’s unable to adequately express how happy she is right now with words. She would much rather just kiss Marlene again.

Because even in the midst of a war, where death and darkness constantly loom at their doorstep, Mary has Marlene, and she’s found that that is more than enough for her.

“You know… we should talk about this. Us.” Marlene says eventually, her head still pressed into Mary’s hair like she’s attempting to hide away from the world. Mary lets her. She not so secretly wishes she could do the same.

“I know. But not right now. Let’s just enjoy this.” Is what Mary replies with. It’s what she always replies with, or something along the lines of that. ‘Let’s not talk about this right now Marls’, or ‘There’s nothing to talk about’ or ‘This doesn’t mean anything anyways’ or ‘I want this but I don’t want what comes next’.

That last one is only said in her head though.

She hates herself for always saying it. For always saying ‘later’ or ‘not right now’. She never lets them talk about it, talk about them. Truthfully, she likes to live in a pretend fantasy where nothing else is real and the only people that do exist are her and Marlene in this bed. It’s much nicer that way.

Marlene doesn’t say anything in response to Mary, and she doesn’t have to. They both know what that means. They both know that Mary isn’t ready. But hey, it’s ok. They’ve got time. In fact, they’ve got all the time in the world. They have time to figure this, and them, out. They have time to build a life and future together in the way they want. And Mary has time to get her shit together and learn to let Marlene in.

She has time. Marlene has time. They have time, together.

Marlene dies three days later.

*nervously posts this like i have snipers to my head*