Written In The Fandom Stars

This is my fanfic blog. I will write short fanfics in any fandoms as long as I am in them and know about them. Some things I do are anything Marvel, PJO, HoO, and many others, just ask. Submit your prompts to me and I will let you know, darling.

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The tenth Fast and Furious movie should be called Fast 10: Your Seatbelts

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Things fanfiction authors do

*posts chapter*

*checks page to make sure chapter hasn’t transformed into 100% typos*

*refreshes to check for reviews*

*refreshes again*

*resolves to go to bed and not check until morning*

*goes to bed, turns on phone, checks for reviews*

[sanctuaryforalluniverses]

Clearly, someone’s been spying on me.

[saucefactory-deactivated2019103]

This. THIS.

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Human Sickness

This was requested by one of my friends not on Tumblr, and so I put it up here. This is a short about Loki, and my OC Layla. My stomach lurched, and I threw up into the toilet yet again. After I was done, I coughed violently and laid down on the cool tile, curling into a ball. God, this was horrible. I was sweating all over and my throat burned. Within moments the tile made me cold again. I muttered a curse. Suddenly a knock sounded at the door. I couldn't get up the strength to yell to whoever it was. A few seconds passed. Another pattern of knocks. "Layla? Layla, are you alright?" It was Loki. I cursed again. I didn't want him to see me like this. But I also needed help. My voice cracked terribly when I called, "Loki! Please!" I meant to say something in between but my voice gave out. I heard a small whoosh of magic, and the door clicked open. Some footsteps, and then Loki appeared in the doorway. I shivered and looked up at him. "H-help." Loki looked horrified. "Love, what's happened to you? You look pale." In his Midgardian suit, he knelt next to me on the floor and brushed his fingertips across my forehead. His eyebrows instantly lifted. "Layla, you're positively scorching." "R-Really." I tried for a joking smile and failed. "Because I feel freezing." Loki took my hand. "Do you know what's wrong with you?" "Yeah. Flu." I started to cough again, and Loki waited until I was done before continuing. "What is this flu you speak of?" "A human sickness. It's not the worst disease, by any means, but..." My voice cracked again. "Kinda takes the fight out of you." He looked over me, concerned. "I would certainly take that to belief. You can't be comfortable there. Let me help you." As I coughed, he gathered me in his arms and carried me out of the small room, down the hall to the couch. The feeling of his arms around me cleared the fog in my head, and I squeezed his hand a little. He laid me down gently and covered me with a blanket. I looked at him gratefully. "S-Sorry your visit had to be like this..." Loki shushed me. "It's perfectly alright, love." I curled my fingers weakly around his. "I-I'm going to sleep now." "Alright." He leaned over me and brushed his lips against my burning forehead. "I'll be here." My eyelids fluttered shut, and the world mercifully faded away.

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And Talk It Up Like Yeah

This is just a short drabble I made, because...randomness. What if, instead of battling Optimus on Cybertron, Miko suggested a battle on the tennis court? (Transformers: Prime verse) Inspired by Lorde's Tennis Court and a love for Transformers. "You will fall, Prime!" Megatron shouted, his voice booming as he swung his arm forward in a forceful swing. "Not by your hand, Megatron!" Optimus yelled back as he brought his arm forward to... To return the serve. The small neon ball bounced on the cement before hitting the fence behind Optimus. Megatron pointed at him. "Ha! I have the advantage now!" Prime picked up the ball and tossed it for a serve. "I would not let your pride get ahead of you!" Off the tennis court, Jack, Raphael, and Miko watched the match unfold, the rest of the Autobots behind them as well as Knockout, who had come with Megatron. Knockout pumped a fist in the air. "Yes! Show him, Lord Megatron!" Miko rolled her eyes. "Sorry, but good always wins at tennis." Ratchet heaved a sigh. "Whose idea was this, anyway?" Everyone looked at Miko. She lifted her shoulders defensively. "What?! It's better than fighting him on Cybertron, isn't it?" Ratchet lifted an eyebrow. "I suppose. How did you get Megatron to agree to this anyways?" Miko lowered her voice. "He thinks it's an honorable game between warriors. I might've stretched the truth a liiiiittle bit." Jack laughed. "Nice one, Miko." "Yeah, I know. You can thank me later." -Writteninthefandomstars

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Preach.