dani's writing fic

talking to the moon

Pairing: Bellarke
Summary: A look into how Clarke managed to survive 2199 days on the ground versus how Bellamy managed to survive 2199 in space


Maybe the crack in her helmet was for the best, because when Clarke woke up almost a day later, the death wave had already passed. Becca’s lab was in shambles; instruments overturned, papers all over, desks and chairs and glass scattered about from the resulting earthquakes, cracks in the ground and on the walls and broken wires hanging overhead.

No more electricity.

No more power.

No more nothing.

Just her and the raspy sound of her own breathing. ..And her thoughts.

Did they make it?

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well I’m a first time dad what did you expect

pairing:  klance
genre:  fluff ???? smth like that. domestic shit.
word count:  1765

right so I saw this post by @lancemccute and I decided to have some fun

Keith remembers the circumstances that led to them adopting Daniella.

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anonymous asked:

Hi!! Thanks for answering my ask! Can I request 11/33 for Dany and Drogo? thank you 💖

Originally posted by chinesewhiskers

Game of Thrones (Dany/Drogo) - 11: “I really hope you’re not doing what I think you’re doing.“ Omg I’ve always wanted them to have some tickly interaction, thanks for the prompt anon, I chose number 11!<3

Oh the text that’s in italics is spoken in Dothraki language, sorry for the uncreative solution for this. OH AND LOTS OF FLUFF WARNING~

Daenerys opened her eyes and felt some ticklish sensation alarming her body. She lifted her head a little and noticed it was her husband’s beard that was gliding over her bare skin while he made his way down, kissing her bare tummy and hands ready to strip her from her garments.

Only half awake, she tried to think of the right Dothraki words to form in a situation like this; at her precious husband who loved to molest her when she was asleep in the middle of the night.

“I really hope you’re not doing what I think you’re doing,” she said playfully. Khal Drogo looked up at her in surprise at the sound of her voice, and seeing she was awake he flashed her a teasy smile, crawled back up towards her and gave her a kiss.

“Moon of my life, I didn’t mean to wake you up,” he mumbled, gently kissing her lips, making her giggle at his affectionate behavior.

“Sure you didn’t. You just couldn’t help yourself could you?” Daenerys smiled when he faked innocence and shrugged. It kept surprising her how the monster she thought that housed inside him before, had made room for a gentle, loving husband whose eyes were filled with love just for her, his wife.

“Alright then, you may continue.” As if granting him the permission while it was her who got the pleasure out of it, Daenerys laid back down, arms behind her head and a playful spoiled queen-smile on her face.

Silently giggling at her own childish behavior, she was surprised when Drogo didn’t comment on this, and he moved back down and continued what he was doing. He kissed her just above her belly button and drew circles on her sides with his fingers.

Inhaling sharply, she squirmed a little, noticing how her husband was getting really good at gentle touches. Where he had been firm and rough with her in the past, it obviously showed he was trying to be more gentle these days.

And… she wasn’t sure if she liked him being gentle, since it alarmed every nerve in her body and woke up a certain ticklishness that had been hibernating since like forever until now.

“My sun and stars, my body can’t wait,” she whispered, trying to just get it over with before things turned bad.

“Hmmh,” Drogo sighed against her skin, and he dragged his fingers down her sides, fluttering them towards her tummy.

“Aahah!” Too late to control herself, Daenerys shot upwards and grabbed his hands firmly.

“It tickles!” she cried out, instinctively switching to her own language, and she blushed when she had no idea how to explain it in Dothraki language when Drogo looked at her with those adorable confused eyes.

“E-eh you’re… I’m..” While she still wasn’t ready to switch back to his language as she was acting all flustered, Khal Drogo curiously reached out his hands and tried to make the same motion that got her to interrupt his affection.

“Hurts?” he asked, and his fingers lightly tickled her tummy. Giggling loudly, Daenerys backed away on the bed, only to have him hunt her down and pin her to the bed curiously.

“Nonono, it tickles it tickles!” she laughed when he added more pressure, and through her blurry vision from laughing so much, she could see him smirk down at her, his eyes sparkling.

“Tickles?” he asked, and if it wasn’t for him tickling her, hearing him say the word would’ve had her giggling like kid already. It was just too cute.

When he noticed the bright laughs and giggles his touch resulted in, Drogo looked determined to explore this newly discovered thing called ‘tickles’ more.

“Tickles,” he repeated, and Daenerys squealed when he walked his fingers like spiderlegs all over her tummy and up her sides. Pinning her legs down with his own and using one hand to hold one of her arms, her husband showed his true strength and reduced her to a helpless puddle of laughter, just by tickling her.

“HEhehehe p-please stop!” she laughed, but her reactions only seemed to encourage him. He would alternate between different techniques, such as squeezing, scratching, digging his fingers in her sensitive flesh, and watching her intently to check her reaction to each touch.

“Stop! I can’t!” Daenerys managed to force out in Dothraki, but her husband cupped her cheek and gazed at her for a short moment.

“You’re beautiful.” That did not help! Smiling fondly, he returned to tickle her mercilessly, and her sides, tummy and hips fell all victim to his cruel hands.

“Ahahahaha nooohoho!” Daenerys cried tears of joy and laughter, both the tickling and Drogo’s hilarious joyful expression being the cause of this.

“No more no more! Enough! Hehehehe ohplease!” Feeling herself weaken, Daenerys gave up the struggling and helplessly submitted herself to the torture. She couldn’t remember the last time she laughed like this. It felt good.

Her cheeks hurting from laughing so much and her body shaking with each laugh, she panted and wheezed tiredly, and when Drogo noticed she was breathless, he finally stopped his exploring fingers and looked at her.

He was whispering something to himself, and Daenerys looked at him in confusion, cocking her head slightly.

“What?” she asked. He then smirked and it seemed he then finished his whispering.

“-two, one. More ‘tickles’,” he said, and he bent back down and clawed like a monster at her ticklish tummy. The bastard had been counting down to just give her a short break!

“NOoohoho stohop! Ahahaha!” It seemed that as long Daenerys would react to the tickling, she wasn’t free from it yet, and each high pitched squeal made him renew his tickle attack.

For the remainder of the night, they probably woke up everyone as the Khaleesi found herself laughing to tears while Drogo explored her body in a different way than usually.

Well, Daenerys had to admit to herself: her husband was still a monster after all. But she loved him for it!

“Running Away”

A fic I’ve had on the backburner for a long time ever since @thickerthanectoplasm destroyed me with clone angst. 

Valerie doesn’t know how long she lays in bed waiting for her alarm to go off. She didn’t know how much sleep she’d gotten, if any. Last night she’d gotten back from hunting -alone- spoke maybe three words to her dad and locked her door before falling into bed and stayed there until she had to slap her alarm quiet before it could let out a second blare.

Going through the morning routine helped. First she showers with the apartment’s lukewarm water, brushes her hair and teeth, stands in front of her closed closet before deciding to pick out an outfit from her dresser, instead. Breakfast is cereal she eats maybe three entire bites from, then she goes to the roof and suits up so she can ride her glider above the commuters circulating sluggishly through the streets on her way to school.

Danny isn’t in Homeroom. Tucker dutifully raises his hand and explains that he was “really sick” to Lancer, who shakes his head while marking his clipboard.

For the rest of class, Valerie ignores the itch on the back of her neck where Manson is glaring three seats behind her.

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I’d pay to see you frown by shutupluke on ao3

Ashton catches his eye for a moment, smiles nervously. Michael tries to look reassuring, but he thinks it’s probably coming across like he’s undressing Ashton with his eyes. He kind of is.

Ashton doesn’t look that horrified, so maybe he succeeded. He clears his throat, looks down at the floor, and undoes his robe, shrugging it off his shoulders and dropping it to the floor.


Or, Michael is an art student and Ashton is the nude model his class has to paint.

I'm Never Saying Goodbye To You

Pairing: CrissColfer
Word Count: 1090
Summary: After filming their last scene together, Chris and Darren aren’t quite ready to say goodbye to Kurt and Blaine.
Notes: This got stuck in my head after all the filming photos we got of them on Friday and I couldn’t not write it.

“I’m gonna miss him.." 

Those were the first words out of Chris’ mouth once they got into the van after a strenuous morning of entering and exiting a subway station dozens of times. Darren glanced over at him, saw Chris in Kurt’s clothes, saw Kurt’s ring on his finger, and he knew immediately who he was talking about. He looked down at himself then, at Blaine’s clothes and Blaine’s ring, Blaine’s gel still in his hair..

"I’m going to miss him too.”

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Sneaking Around--A Jonerys Ficlet

So my friend @sweetorganza had a very specific request for a ficlet of Jon and Dany getting frisky in his childhood room at Winterfell, and Dany teasing him relentlessly about what she finds there haha. I hope I was able to deliver it mixed with some fluff :) Also on AO3.

Disclaimer: This is 100% pure, triple-filtered crack. As in, I know it’s ridiculous lol. Enjoy!

When they finally arrive at the room Dany urges Jon in ahead of her, biting her lip with anticipation. All night she has wanted to get him alone, and they’ve been at their cups for hours waiting for the others to find their beds. 

Inside, she leans back against the heavy wooden door until she hears it shut with a thud. Jon turns to face her, his eyes dark and hungry as he looks her up and down. Dany’s long hair hangs loose about her shoulders, shining with moisture from the storm that nearly caught them in the yard. Her lips are stained crimson by the Dornish vintage she’d been enjoying over dinner and her fine silk dress nearly matches, the rich burgundy fabric cut to flatter her figure. The way Jon is raking his eyes over her makes her feel bold and alluring, and she likes it.

“Am I really the first girl you’ve ever brought to your room, Jon?” she teases, her lilac eyes twinkling mirthfully.

“Yes,” he replies shortly. Dany can see his cheeks color slightly at the question. That doesn’t deter her.

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Okay, so I realized that you meet Elder Maxson in Fallout 3, and all I can think is the Sole Survivor asking if he’s met the Lone Wanderer, and he just gets this horrified look on his face.

Because yes he remembers them. No he’d rather not. Because nobody wants to talk about the random 19 year old vault dweller that ripped the Enclave apart out of seer disdain, completely ruining a giant slaving ring and causing a slave revolt, and who was abducted by aliens, absolutely destroyed said aliens and became the captain of said ship that could potentially blow the Earth to bits.

He’d rather let people live in the illusion that they risked their lives to save the capital wasteland. And that they weren’t a batty kid killing everything that moves.


Whew! It would have been lame if I had missed my own event! As April 7th is the Anniversary if Danielle’s first appearance, here, have a birthday fic I’ve had in the works for eight months.

Danielle had been utterly stoked when Valerie suggested they go to the planetarium that night. If there was one thing besides ghost-powers she didn’t mind inheriting from Danny, it was his love of space. Because space was awesome.

Except when they made it up to the top of the big hill the observatory was built on, its entrance was blocked by tarps and construction signs. The stone terrace for viewing the sky looked like it had been bombed by some kind of government ghost-hunting jet.

Or something like that.

“Oh come on!” Dani threw her hands at the damage. “Is nothing sacred?!”

“Yeah, probably should have warned you about that,” Valerie said apologetically.

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Strange Meetings

Carmilla/Laura AU where Laura wants to stop her ex from flirting with her but has no idea how. Cue random (hot) stranger helping out. 1400ish words.


You’re walking through the town markets, hands in pockets and scarf wrapped tightly around your neck. You breathe in the chilly air, relishing in the sharp tang it has as you walk down aisle after aisle of stalls. You stop and admire some worn books, smiling at the old man behind the counter politely. You reach out and run your freezing fingers over the old spines, wondering to yourself the places these books have been, the people who have read them. You are so distracted that you don’t even notice the person that has sidled up beside you until they nudge you with their arm. You jump, and look up quickly.

You really wish you hadn’t.

It’s your ex.

“Hey.” she says.

You might have sputtered out some form of greeting, but you’re not sure.

She continues in conversation anyway, and you decide that your ex really is an ass. Honestly, she breaks up with you, completely cuts off contact, and when you run into her 6 months later she has the nerve to ask you, “Why did you never call?”


You try to be polite, because you have had your fair share of grudges and it’s much easier to just let the smaller things go. It takes you a while, however, to realise that she is flirting with you.

            Oh no.

             You are not getting into that again. Never.

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Justice That Arrives Like A Thunderbolt

Rating: G
Pairing: Klaine
Summary: Kurt and Blaine wake up to the news of marriage equality and fulfill a promise they made to themselves years ago.
Notes: It’s super short, but I couldn’t not do this. Title comes from a quote President Obama said this morning.

Oh my god!”

Kurt snapped awake, instantly sitting up and looking around. The other side of the bed was empty, the smell of coffee in the air. Why did he suddenly wake up…?

Oh my–!”

Kurt’s eyes widened and he flung the blankets off, practically stumbling over himself in his haste to get out of bed and run towards the sound of his husband’s yelling voice. 

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AU where Draco is framed for his father’s murder, but Hermione has studied to become a Criminal Defence Attorney and offers to help prove his innocence.

Draco stopped dead in the doorway, disbelief on his face.

“No. No way. Not her.”

He turned to leave.

“Malfoy, wait!” Hermione said quickly. “Just hear me out, would you? I want to help.”

Turning back to face her, Draco spat, “Why would you want to help me?”

“Because I believe you’re innocent,” she replied gently. “And no innocent man should have to spend a single day in Azkaban.”

Draco was silent for a moment as he watched her, before saying, “I’m not innocent of everything, Granger.”

Hermione let out a quiet sigh. “I know. But you are innocent of your father’s murder, and that’s all I’m here to prove.”

Turning the idea over in his head, he remained silent for a while longer, clenching his jaw. He did not want to have to rely on Hermione Granger, yet he couldn’t deny that she sounded sincere. And if anyone could work hard enough to prove his innocence, it was her.

“Will you let me help you?” Hermione asked softly.

It could be a trick. But if she wanted him sent to Azkaban, all she had to do was sit back and watch. All the evidence was already stacked against him and it was looking very grim indeed.

To accept her help… was he really risking anything?

“Fine,” he snapped. “But if I even catch a whiff of you secretly working against me, I’ll fire you.”

“As you should,” Hermione said, extending a hand towards him with a hesitant smile.

Draco stared at her hand a moment too long before reluctantly accepting it.

Looking up at her face again, he felt some tension ease from his shoulders. For the first time since being arrested, he actually felt hopeful about the outcome of the trial.

“If you clear my name, Granger, I swear I will never say a bad word about your kind again,” he found himself saying.

Hermione’s mouth twitched, unsure whether to smile or frown. “I can work with that.”


(Written for NarutoLoveFest @ dA)


She was… surprised.

She was not expecting such a responsibility, even if she was expecting some of it.

While some of her friends were getting genin teams to train, she got…

Sasuke Uchiha.

Naruto explained his reasons, gave her a complete report on Sasuke and his previous activities and, a detailed chart with his skills and abilities; she provided Hinata with a very good training schedule at a very nice training ground.

But she couldn’t help feeling very uncomfortable with it all.  She wasn’t afraid of Sasuke, but… she was well… uncomfortable.

The last Uchiha had a very dark, cold presence, his overall attitude tended to keep people away from him. Everything about him screamed dangerous, and that was not good. No no.

She was also informed on the kind of missions they were going to make.

Rescue missions mainly, where stealth, intelligence and power were needed. She was the leader of their “team-of-two”, but was advised that Sasuke was highly intelligent, and should be a great tactician.

They’d be starting the very next day.

She was very anxious.


When she arrived at training ground 6, he was already there.

With a brand-new Konoha uniform, arms crossed over his chest, his posture stiff and distant.

He looked at her as if she was dirt on his sandals.

She didn’t like that.

Hinata took a deep breath.

And then charged.


It had taken her a total of ten minutes to close all tenketsu on his left arm.

He was strong, he was too strong, but she was no lightweight.

She was a Hyuga of the Main Branch. She was elite. She was strong.


After exact thirty minutes of intense fight, Sasuke had her pinned to the ground.

“You’re strong, Hyuga,” he said, “But I train alone.”

“So do I,” she answered. “But we are a team now, we should work in sync.”

His eyes widened at her smart response, and he smirked.

Hinata noticed for the first time how handsome he was.


They trained everyday for a week, in preparation for the missions to come.

By day two, they were already used to each other’s presence and chakra patterns.

By day four, Hinata could predict most of his movements.

By day six, Hinata was a lot faster. But not as fast as him.

On the seventh day, they were given their first mission.


Team Hinata was supposed to find and rescue a farmer’s daughter that was kidnapped by a band of thugs near the border of Fire and Wind. If necessary, they should call Suna for reinforcements.

Sasuke snorted at that.

Hinata knew that it wouldn’t be necessary.

The mission would be a success.


Team Hinata success rate was of one hundred percent.

They were quick, clean and flawless.

Until that one night.

Sasuke was an excellent fighter, that was true, but he sure could be mess things up.

And, of all the times he could have been reckless, he decided his confidence take over him on the worst day possible.

The enemies never stopped coming, and he kept fighting them back, while Hinata took their target – the girl they were supposed to rescue – to a safe place. That was the usual procedure for them.

Sasuke thought they had already won, because she saw him coming to her, when she spotted a group of nins coming their way.

There was no time.

All happened in a flash.

A small group went right to Hinata, and Sasuke attacked them fiercely. But one of them escaped and targeted the Hyuga, killing the girl they were supposed to protect, and hurting Hinata. Badly.


She saw it in his eyes. The worry, the guilt.

He blamed himself for failing the mission, for her getting hurt.

As he carried her home, she could sense it coming from him, in dark, dangerous waves.

She needed him to understand that sometimes things went wrong.

She was fine now, so it was ok.

“Sasuke-san,” she called.

He grunted in response. He kept walking, looking for a safe place to sop and tend to her wounds.

“You don’t have to worry about what happened. Sometimes missions go wrong.”

He kept silent.


After some more time, Sasuke found a cave that he deemed safe enough for them to stop for the night.

He put her on the floor, very gently.

Then he tended to all of her wounds, very carefully. She could feel only his long fingers touch her skin lightly, and precisely.

He then proceeded to light a small fire, and prepare a meal for them.

He saw that she was properly fed and rested.

And after making sure that she was absolutely comfortable, he went about treating himself.


After he finished, looked at her, only to find Hinata staring at him, intently.

“What?” he asked, a little bluntly.

“Nothing…” she directed her eyes to the ground, shy. “Just… thank you for being so thoughtful… About me.”

He looked a little off at her statement, and she wondered what had offended him.

“I caused that. If I had been more thorough in dealing with those bandits, you wouldn’t have got hurt in the first place. You don’t have to thank me.”


“You don’t understand, Hyuga.” He cut her angrily. Hinata blushed, her nervousness growing. Sasuke hardly ever showed emotiosn, and he was displaying some that night.

She didn’t know what to do, so she stayed quiet.

“You’ve always had people around you, and you’ve lost very few of them.” He suddenly spoke  “When you are like me, and you have basically no one, every one that you are close to is, like the Dobe usually says, precious.”

He waited some moments, as of taking a few breaths, and then, very naturally, said:

“I like being around you, Hyuga. You’re calm and quiet, and you make me very… comfortable.”

Sasuke eyes burned with an intense fire, something she didn’t understand. But it made her feel good, warm all over. She smiled at him, and saw, as if magic, his expression soften.

“I like being around you too, Sasuke-san.”


“Two Minds”

A short fic for Phanniemay Day 09 “Water” inspired by @xmamu‘s Atlantis AU, because @caffeinechick and I have spent way too much time gushing over this AU and Atlantis: TLE because we are huge nerds. 

Valerie had been on plenty of jobs where things didn’t go according to plan. It was a practical certainty. Mosul, Abydos, Tripoli, Angora, Montenegro, that four-circus disaster in Budapest; you either adapted and made the most of a bad situation, or you cut your losses and scarpered off while you still could. 

Losing three quarters of your expedition to a giant mechanical monster? She’d had worse. Trapped miles underground in some buried, beyond ancient highway? They still had food and air. Hell, it beat being in Mesopotamia with no shade. 

But this. 

She was standing in a cavern bigger than New York, hearing the roar of crystal blue waterfalls that made Niagara look like a leaky faucet.  All around her was a real, living, inhabited ruin. 

That. That was not part of the plan.

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AU Where Clarke, Octavia and Bellamy are nothing more than a bunch of teenagers who’d rather sneak out to concerts than study for their exams. Octavia snags a couple extra tickets to see The 100 perform The Dropship friday night, on their Unity Day tour. And the young girl has had it with the tension between her older brother and her best friend. They need a push in the right direction, so she conjures up the perfect plan to help them out. Running off and sending them on a wild goose chase to find her, directing them with vague clues through texts, Octavia helps the pair discover what absolute morons they are over each other. And she even makes a few friends along the way.   

Valtteri: “Ah, so this is what being ‘friends’ with someone looks like. Smiling. Interesting. Felipe did mention something about that when he adopted Daniel. I shall try it too. I’ll adopt the tiny Russian”
Valtteri: *smiles*



Drunk and in love

This is so silly guys I’m sorry. Drunk Sasuke ahead.

It was Naruto’s birthday and, as expected, there was a big party, with a lot of people.

A lot.

Ninja  from all the villages you could think of, important people from other countries, village leaders, civilians. Everybody seemed to be celebrating the savior of the shinobi world. And why would they not? The blonde had actually saved all of them.

She had eaten delicious food provided to the party, had talked to all of her friends and laughed at their antics. She had danced with Kiba, and Shino, and Lee and Naruto, and after that, decided to take a little break. Her sore feet probably needed that.

Hinata was now a little separated from the main celebration trope (formed by Naruto and Lee, and their respective teams) and was a little off to the side, enjoying a glass of peach wine.

She did not expect that.

The Uchiha walked silently to her, stopping here and there to answer to a girl or two that had talked to him. He rejected them, very bluntly, she noticed and continued on his way towards her.

He sat by her side, invading a little her personal space. Then, he took a strand of her hair.

“Hinata, babe, I reeeeeeeeelly lofe your haerrr. Do you remembaer what the girlllzz saed bot me likein girlz wif long haeer? Tat iz tuer.”

Oh boy, he was so drunk. Hinata scooted away, but he kept closing the distance between them, still talking.

“Yo’re so preet-ty.I  laike yur facee.Oohhh - you’re all red. Sssso cute. Aaand I like yor eyzz. ther a litt crepy, buutt I thinks teyh arne beeautifuul.”

This situation was so embarrassing. Hinata couldn’t say she and Sasuke were friends, but they were on good terms, always on the too-quiet-to-mingle-with-my-boisterous-friends team. Usually, on the parties, they were on the corner, just eating or drinking quietly, sometimes talking about training and stuff.

Drunk Sasuke was… awkward and a little scary.

“Wiaht I’m tryinhg to say isss… I luv yu, babe.”

Hinata fell off the bench grabbing the first thing she could: Sasuke’s shirt.

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHH,” Hinata shrieked, as Sasuke fell on top of her.

“Kiss kiss?”, he said.

And then both fainted.