Baladi

MasterPost Updated (All fandoms)

One Shots:

ACOTAR

Feysand:

I’m in Need of Cuddles

Moriel:

I’m Sorry, I Didn’t Mean To
It’s Okay. I Couldn’t Sleep Anyways

Nessian:

There’s Enough Room for Both of Us
I’ll Walk You Home
Nesta Bartender AU: Part OnePart Two , Part Three
I Dont Love You I Never Have
You’re acting like you dont even want to touch me
Nessian + The Notebook
Cassian Pregnancy Reaction

Elucien:

This is what I was trying to avoid! All of this!

Elriel

Despite what you may thing I can take care of myself

Kallias x Vivienne

A Court of Love and Waiting

ToG

Celeansel

The Assassin and the Queen

Rowaelin

I Want You to Have This
Don’t Fucking Touch Me
Sacrifice

Lysaedion

Don’t Listen to Them. Don’t Ever Listen to Them

Malide

I Dreamt About You Last Night

Manorian

Modern Day AU
You Betrayed Me

ToG/ACOTAR crossover

Girls Loving Girls

Stand Alone:

Rowaelin Modern Day AU

Part One
Part Two
Part Three

Caedion Modern Day AU

Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six

Percy Jackson 

Percy Jackson and the Titanic
Lost
Dear Diary
An Eye for an Eye
Wolves of Fire and Ice
Thats starting to get annoying

ACOTAR/ TOG Crossover

Girls Loving Girls

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this is just me getting out some anahardt feelings bc there’s not enough out there and reinhardt is a huge teddy bear who’s been in love more than half his life

Reinhardt stood outside of the door, swallowing around the lump in his throat as he burned the door’s number into the back of his eyes. 

It was her old room, preserved perfectly after all this time, if not for a fine layer of dust (he used to keep it up a bit better before Overwatch split up and he wasn’t able to visit Gibraltar anymore.) He remembered many a night when he would sit with her in that room, hiding away from all of the drama and tension between Gabe and Jack, drinking her strong Arak or his ale and laughing the night away.

He often tried to remember the last time they had done that. If he had known it would be the last, perhaps he would’ve made it more of a ceremony.

But now she was back, both her funeral and years of mourning rendered moot.

And Reinhardt had really, honestly thought she was dead, so he’d never let himself consider what he’d do if Ana were to ever return, so he was both surprised and unsurprised by his own reaction.

He could’ve been angry, like McCree, or furious, like Fareeha. He could’ve been astonished, fighting back tears, like Mercy, or give great, heaving sobs like Torbjörn. He could’ve even had bright stars in his eyes, zipping around asking questions like Lena, or looks of confusion like the newcomers, Hana and Lúcio.

But when Ana had appeared on their doorstep, with an eyepatch and long, raven hair grayed with age but still as beautiful as the day he’d met her, he was silent, stoic, observing. The others had definitely noticed it because Reinhardt was never silent, not even when he was asleep (Mercy had tried hundreds of tests and treatments to relieve his thunderous snoring, to no avail,) but they were either giving him his space or were too wrapped up in everything to worry about him.

Either way, even if they had approached him, it wouldn’t have changed that he had gone back to his room once all the excitement had died down, locked the door behind him, and wept.

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Aminah

Synopsis: Green is not a color that becomes Angela Ziegler.

Pairing: Pharmercy / Rocket Angel (Fareeha “Pharah” Amari/Angela “Mercy” Ziegler)

She is gorgeous, jet hair flowing past her shoulders in lustrous waves that shine even in the low light of this smoky pub Lena’s dragged them to. She walks toward them, hips swaying, her endless legs showcased by her short black pencil skirt and sky-high Louboutins Angela would snap her ankles in if she attempted to wear them. The flash of red sole Angela glimpses every time she takes a step matches the crimson of the sleeveless blouse that reveals the swell of generous breasts. Her eyes, brown like melted chocolate, or a latte, or some other food-related metaphor meant to convey their richness and depth, are framed by impossibly long lashes — Angela fears they are 100 percent genuine. Her face is perfectly symmetrical, lacking any blemishes; and her full lips are rouged the kind of red that scream of sex. She seems very familiar. Angela has the niggling feeling that she’s seen her somewhere before. And she is looking at Fareeha in a way that Angela knows too well.

It is, after all, the same way she looks at Fareeha.

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