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|| The Calm.

Written by: Vivacitii.

AO3 || FFN

Previous: || Prologue: The End. ||

Disclaimer: UNDERTALE and the characters presented therein are the brilliant creations of Toby Fox; this is simply my interpretation of them. All original characters presented in this work belong to me. If you haven’t played the game yet, I strongly encourage you do so - there will be heavy spoilers in this story, and I wouldn’t want to ruin your experience of the game!

Summary: At the heart of the matter, Dr. W.D. Gaster - Royal Scientist to the Crown of Monsterkind - truly is invested in advancing the future and wellbeing of his people. How he goes about achieving these crucial advancements, however, is a different issue entirely.  After all - the road to Hell is paved with good intentions…

Is it not?

                      “In nature there are neither rewards nor punishments;
                                           There are consequences.”

                                                     – R. Ingersoll


|| Chapter One: The Calm ||

Wingdings Gaster had ideas.

Many, many ideas, really.  It was difficult to get an approximation as to how many flitted through his mind in a given day, but one could very easily assume the number, statistically speaking, was…well, far above average.  Usually at least two or three of these ideas were jotted down before breakfast – having seemingly materialized in his mind sometime during the dead of night from lord knows where – and, by the afternoon, had garnered empirical support over just a single pot of tea and a brisk walk about town.

…Alright, perhaps that is a trifle exaggerated.

But only a trifle.

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Ok, so this is a imagine that I’ve had in my head for a while now. Enjoy, My Lovelies. xx

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Dean looked up as the Y/C/H hunter walked into the viewing room. Her hair fell loosely around her face, the soft Hollywood curls framing it perfectly. His eyes wandered over her body, the way her jeans hugged her arse perfectly, the black tank she wore that was slightly see through, the deep red bra underneath that showed off some of her best assets. Her silver cross hung down over the top of her breasts, the diamonds shining in the light. Her heels clicked on the polished concrete floor, he glanced down at the ankle boots, that was a new looked. The look was Y/N all over, but a sexed up Y/N. He frowned at the duffels in her hand.


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“Hi.” The handsome blue eyed stranger couldn’t help but smile at you, making your stomach flutter.

You were in awe. From his eyes to his cute pointy nose down to his thin lips, you were mesmerized. All you could think about was how beautiful this guy was.

Dean furrowed his brows, noticing the how the way you stared at him. Which he somehow felt annoyed from the sight.

Sam couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. You were in a trance, and Dean was jealous. He knew the feelings you two had for one another.

“Hi.” He cackled. “I’m Sam, this is my brother Dean and our friend Y/N.” He motioned to you, snapping you back to reality.

You blinked a couple times, and swallowed hard, hoping he didn’t think you were weird for staring too long.

“I’m Brian.” He smirked. “Here for the show or joining the fun?” He flashed a wink.

Your stomach fluttered insanely and your heart beat profusely. Damn he could give someone a heart attack.

“We’re just here for the show.” Sam stammered.

Dean crossed his arms over his chest.

“Okay. Well hope you enjoy yourselves. I have to get some things together before the race.” He muttered.

“Wait, you’re racing?” You yelped.

He shrugged his shoulders and nodded. “Hell yeah.” He leaned in a bit. “I’m the best there is.” He winked.

The blood rushes up to your cheeks and you couldn’t help but giggle like a little girl.

Dean rolled his eyes and huffed in annoyance. “Psh, doubt it. Bet I can smoke your ass.”

Brian met Deans gaze, scanning his face for bluff.

“You’re on.” He stammered. “Come on, just you and me. Winner gets to take Y/N on a date.”

Your eyes grew wide and suddenly, you felt anxious.

The boys all turned to you, making your heart beat rapidly.

“Game on.” Dean gritted through his teeth.

anonymous asked:

so i've been reading alot of esama (and your stuff- it's really good :D *thumbs up) lately and compared to you guys, all the other fanfics seem to be ten times more angsty. so i wanted to ask (cause you're the only tumblr person i ask stuff to) if you can rec some fics (i'm fine with any fandom). i'm not exactly looking for fluff or crack, just kind of a -i move at my own pace and i don't really care about what you think character. hope that wasn't too confusing and i really appreciate it!!! :D

Sorry this is a bit late, I’ve been really busy lately so I couldn’t get to this until now. The criteria you set is a little… hard to get a bead on but here’s some fics that (imo) aren’t overly angsty and has pretty independent/my-pace kind of characters, and of course they’re all really good. I tried to pick fics from a variety of fandoms so I hope you’ll enjoy them:

such selfish prayers by andromeda3116 (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Katara’s ambition, so long set aside for the good of others, breaks free and sets fire to her soul. Or, Katara has a vision of her canon future, casts it aside, and becomes a world-changing politician instead.

if you try to break me, you will bleed by Dialux (Game of Thrones)

It had been a slash across her chest from a White Walker’s sword that finally ended her life. Sansa’d landed in a puddle of her own blood, and she’d died quickly, quietly.

And then she’d awoken with a gasp, trembling, in a bed that had burned under Theon’s betrayal.

The life and times of Hatake Kakashi, the long-suffering jōnin-sensei by FeelingsDusk (Naruto)

Kakashi is being trolled. He doesn’t know how that can be, but he knows with utmost certainty that he’s being trolled somehow.


Kakashi gets saddled with the cheekiest little brats ever and wonders if it’s too late to become a missing nin.

The best helping hand is at the end of your own arm by FeelingsDusk (Teen Wolf)

Stiles draws the line at being kidnapped and tortured by a geriatric fascist and having to sacrifice his poor Roscoe to save people that didn’t appreciate it afterwards, thank you very much.

(Peter is smitten by his approach to self-sufficiency.)

Cirrus Cloud by silencia20 (HP x KHR)

In which you are Acacia Potter and drift around in the world. The war’s over and now most of what you do is out of boredom, until you meet a certain hitman.

grow up mean by pprfaith, reena_jenkins (BtVS x Fast & Furious)

Carter has always had an eye for deadly things and the blonde on his dancefloor fits the bill.

Adventures in Magick by PseudonymousEntity (Harry Potter)

“What Would A Hero Do?” Newly crowned wizard and avid reader of fantasy fiction, eleven-year-old Harry Potter makes friends with the goblin standing outside Gringotts with unforeseen consequences. Armed with an unlikely posse -his insatiable curiosity- and a pocket full of questions, Curious!Harry embarks on his first year at Hogwarts. Merlin help us.

Say Boys Don’t You See Them Bones by Adel Mortescryche (Mortescryche) (KHR)

In which Tsuna’s the Corpse Whisperer.

(Or: In the months he spends at the Varia Compound at Timoteo’s behest, Tsuna manages to stumble across enough forgotten dead bodies to fill entire cemeteries. And everyone is terribly amused. Except, y’know, for him.)

Influence of Souls by Nia_River (Harry Potter)

He stared at his journal, a creation into which he had poured his memories and dreams, his heart and … soul. Now, to send it to where it needed to be.

Young and Built to Fall by fingers-falling-upwards (One Piece)

Ace will save his nakama. He will save his father. And he will save his little brother and ensure Luffy’s happiness even if it kills him. Again. Thankfully, he won’t be doing it alone. Together, he and Luffy will change the world.

once a queen or king of narnia, always a king or queen by dirgewithoutmusic (Chronicles of Narnia)

A lion told her to walk away, and she did. He forbade her magic, he forbade her her own kingdom, so she made her own.

Susan Pevensie did not lose faith. She found it.

The Little Guy by TokiMirage (Final Fantasy VII)

The last thing Cloud wants, when given the chance, is to do it all over again. Instead, he chooses the normal life. After all, a Janitor could never save the world. But… well, it all starts with the General’s coffee machine.

The Sum of Their Parts by holdmybeer (Harry Potter)

For Teddy Lupin, Harry Potter would become a Dark Lord. For Teddy Lupin, Harry Potter would take down the Ministry or die trying. He should have known that Hermione and Ron wouldn’t let him do it alone.

An Invincible Summer by ShanaStoryteller (Naruto)

When Naruto is five, he’s gutted by a drunken civilian and presumed dead.

Six months later a girl with ash pale hair and dark blue eyes enters the Academy.

Again and Again by Athy (Harry Potter)

The Do-Over Fic - a chance to do things again, but this time-To Get it Right. But is it really such a blessing as it appears? A jaded, darker, bitter, and tired wizard who just wants to die; but can’t. A chance to learn how to live, from the most unexpected source.

Hollstein Fanfic Rec (Feb 22 - March 27, 2017)

*Listed chronologically by last updated


  • Distant Worlds - MMORPG AU.  Smut
  • The Mediator - Ghost Smut ayyyy.  Laura can see the dead.
  • Common Ground - Laura and Carmilla are assholes to each other upon meeting.  Hate/Love.  Smut.
  • August to November - Another hate at first sight.  
  • i know your face all too well (still i wake up alone) - Her AU with a promise of Hollstein end game.  Mild smut.
  • All Or Nothing - Carmilla and Laura are ex-wives who find themselves remarried after a wild night in Vegas.  Smut.
  • Night Out - One-Shot.  Hollstein are thirsty for each other while out for dinner with Laf and Perry.  Smut
  • hold me by the heart - One-shot.  Canon compliant for episode 3.22.  Smut.
  • In Every Universe - “After Carmilla dies unexpectedly, a distraught Laura receives help from the gods and goes on a mission to make sure that they meet and fall in love in every universe”
  • Tempest - One-shot.  Domestic married Hollstein.  Smut.

Recently updated fics I’m still reading since last rec:


“You exorcised it, Reigen,” Dimple said. “I told you before. You’re a real psychic now.”

The spirit was saying something else now, but Reigen couldn’t hear him over the sudden roar of blood in his ears. He looked down at his shaking fingers. The aura remained, rising slowly off of him in slow tendrils of smoke. There had to be some other explanation. Reigen was not a psychic. There was no possible way he had any sort of power, and certainly not enough power to banish a spirit of that caliber.

And then a thought appeared. It was a strange, all consuming thought, one that Reigen recognized as not his. Everything else in his mind became black static.

you are not my host.

hello friends. over christmas break, i wrote a multi-chapter mob psycho 100 au fic called symbiosis.

after fighting Claw’s Seventh Division (the end of the first season of the anime), Mob’s powers leave Reigen, but something is left behind- something undefinable. Reigen realizes something is wrong, but doesn’t know what, until something- that is, ???%- begins talking to him. Meanwhile, someone begins to take notice of the strange psychic activity coming from the Spirits and Such Consultation office.

If you enjoy plot centric AUs involving psychic powers, horror elements, and general twists and turns, check it out! it’s pretty good. 


Soooo, did anyone want to read a fic where the letters of the alphabet start disappearing, one by one? No? Well I wrote one anyway! (It’s basically a Miraculous AU of the novel “Ella Minnow Pea”, so certain letters of the alphabet start being banned throughout the story and the characters have to find a way to stop this before they can’t say anything at all…)


(Can’t really post it on tumblr, the layout doesn’t work!)

Eleventh Christmas

the series is as follows so far:

FirstSecond ThirdFourthFifthFifth Christmas, Part 2SixthSeventhEighthNinthTenthEleventhTwelfthThirteenthFourteenthFifteenthSixteenthSeventeenthEighteenthNineteenthTwentiethTwenty-firstTwenty-secondTwenty-third


They’d been forced to leave northern Minnesota mid-February after Mulder caught one of his bosses staring longer than necessary and asking more personal questions than Mulder deemed appropriate for someone on the run from all kinds of law to be able to answer. Scully had quietly left with him at midnight, walking away from her job, her semi-friends and her identity as Ella Fargas, the nice janitor lady at the high school who hadn’t flinched, regardless of what she had to clean up, which impressed everyone at that school above and below the age of 18.

They’d learned, over the years, to keep everything packed up and ready to go. They didn’t have too many personal possessions but what they had, they didn’t want to lose. Scully’s suitcase contained her clothes, her carved chess set and the ornaments they’d collected while her backpack contained the monstrous medical exam and study book she’d received the previous Christmas from Mulder because ‘he didn’t want her to lose all those smarts she had’. In Mulder’s suitcase and backpack were his laptop which they’d saved months for and gave him access to the world, articles, newspapers, the Internet and forums for everything and anything he wanted to find out. Also, his notebooks, a collection of stolen pens and as he told Scully, a few other odds and ends that were completely and totally useless but completely necessary to life.

They lived out of these bags, two each plus a third large duffel for winter gear, shoes and food in case of quick getaway.

This out-of-suitcase living was now so common place that when Mulder forgot momentarily and hung up his clean shirt in the closet, she gave him a look of such incredulity that he flushed, feeling like he’d cracked their system in half and the world was on the verge of collapse.

Then she smiled at him, taking the shirt from the hanger and folding it, packing it away with the rest of the newly laundered items, “brain farting, as you put it Mulder, is not usually your style. Got something on your mind?”

“Not yet.” Squeezing her hips as he slipped by her, “I’ll tell you if it pans out though, promise.”

Now intrigued, she carried on with her nightly routine, bathing, hair-drying, reading, having Mulder quiz her, volleying back and forth about some whacked-out theory Mulder found online before she asked again, “what are you planning in the brain of yours?”

Poking her side as he lay next to her under the sheets, “hey, a little intrigue is good for us. Keeps the fires alive.”

In one fell swoop, she rolled him over, climbed on top and pushed his shirt up around his neck, “I think our fires are just fine.”


They wandered East and West, North and South, back and forth, two days or a week at a time, deciding the comforts of their semi-settled Minnesota existence might not be the best way to go for awhile. It wasn’t until late September that they slowed their ramble, Scully becoming frequently more ill-at-ease with the aimlessness of their journey. She’d made it through almost three years but it was taking its toll. As a couple, they were doing okay, the occasional fight, the occasional silence, the occasional mutterings of ‘jackass’ and ‘pain in my ass’ while both fumed at one another, testing who would crack first and apologize.

But her mind and her spirit were exhausted and it showed, Mulder apologizing more frequently and hugging her more closely than she thought possible.

One morning, huddled safely in a cabin they’d rented in cash, off the beaten path to all but the passing deer hunter, he pulled her towards him, moving the stray blonde hairs from her cheeks, “hey Scully?”

“Unless you have breakfast somewhere in the vicinity of my mouth, don’t wake me up.”

Knowing her just that well, he held up a torn section of cinnamon roll from last night’s dessert, “will this do?”

Eyes still shut, she opened her mouth and accepted the peace offering, sucking the icing off his fingers with a slow, drawn-out lip smack, “yes. What do you want?”

“What would you say to us looking for a place to live, like a real place to live? One with walls and windows and a fridge bigger than a stamp and maybe even more than one toilet.”

He really should have waited until she’d swallowed before dropping this bomb on her and it took a few minutes to dislodge the dough from her lungs, coughing until she cried then calming again from her scary little fit of near-death, “what?”

Mulder could smile now that he knew she wasn’t going to die in front of him, “I was thinking that we could start concocting some kind of story where we’ve gone our separate ways and you would like to come back to the real world and need help finding a house and you could talk to Skinner and see if it’s even possible. Have him feel things out, maybe ask around to know if it would be safe for you to go back to normal.” Sliding her gently back down to lay beside him, “I can’t keep doing this to you. You deserve more than hotel mattresses and living out a suitcase.”

“Mulder …”

“No, I think we should think about this. If it works, then good but if it doesn’t, at least you know we’ll have tried.”

“You … you wouldn’t really leave though, right? You promised.”

“I would be perfectly content to hide in the house all day. I can go running and outside after dark or if we get a place with enough land, I could garden or build stuff, who knows. I just know that I can’t do this to you anymore.”

The thought honestly scared her but in a giddy, good way and kissing him, icing still on her lips, they celebrated the possibility of not having to run anymore.


It was a long process and they were holed up in North Carolina when Christmas arrived, with two feet of snow, windchills in the double negatives and a Mulder-smile, commenting on how it felt just like they were back having their first Christmas together, only naked this time.

Even though it wasn’t Christmas morning, Scully leaned over the edge of the bed and retrieved his gift, “open it. I know it’s early but open please.”

Never arguing with an unclothed Scully had been his personal rule since the first time he’d laid eyes on her perfect breasts and not about to break that rule, he took the gift, unwrapping it with paper flying everywhere, then staring at it in confusion.

It was a clear ornament, one that unscrewed in half, holding a single key.

Opening the orb slowly, he took out the key, never taking his eyes off her, “you have me totally befuddled.”

“That’s one of our house keys.” Now he just looked so totally ‘what?!’ that she smiled, sitting up, wrapping comforter around shoulder before continuing, “the paperwork went through with a little help from Skinner and the real estate lady sent the key to the Post Office box and I picked it up yesterday and thought it would be a pretty good gift.”

For some crazy reason, the fact that she would be in a home again soon, with him, like some sort of kind of a hint of a real family, made tears fill his eyes. Holding it up between them, “we should go look at it now.”

“Um, it’s after 9pm, it’s a three-hour drive and that boatload of snow out there isn’t just for looks. Maybe tomorrow or the next day after they’ve plowed some of the highways but right now, we’d be stuck before we got out of town.”

Impatient to the core, he opened his mouth to argue but she shut him up swiftly, her mouth covering his, her body following. Eventually, exhaustion forced him into sleep, mouth slack, body sated, limbs tangled with hers as he mumbled something about christening the new house as soon as possible.


Three long days later, they were trudging through snowdrifts higher than Scully, forced to leave the car at the main road while they walked the half-mile to the house. Frozen solid, yet sweating profusely under their winter coats and leggings, they didn’t stop to look at the porch or the shuttered windows but went right inside, shucking off clothing to leave in a heap by the door.

Only when they were stripped down to jeans and thermal shirts did they look around.

This time is was Scully crying, stepping up the stairs a few feet to grab him in a proper hug, squeezing his neck until he choked out a laugh and she lightened her grip. Burying his face in the side of her neck, “welcome home.” A few minutes later, he peeled away from her, holding up a finger to keep her in place, which she obeyed with open wonderment. Watching him carefully remove a box from his jacket pocket, he held it up to her, still in its Christmas paper, “I would have given you this on Christmas morning but decided to wait until we got here.”

Intrigued, she ripped the paper, opened the box then removed a clear glass Christmas bulb. Without looking or reading the words on it, she looked at him, “you stole my idea.”

“Actually, Dana Scully, you stole mine. I’ve been waiting since October, when we decided to find the house.”

The Dana made her grin, the Scully made her warm from head to toe but the gift made her speechless. Inside, on a bunch of pulled apart cotton balls, sat a simple, gold band, a small, deep red-purple stone set with a small diamond on either side. Stomach officially all over the map and brain forgetting how to speak, she turned the bulb slowly, reading, “will you marry me?” and the year, Mulder’s script careful and precise in its sloppy familiarity.

She couldn’t answer. She couldn’t breathe. She could, however, feel her heart thudding against her ribs, painfully strong and erratic as all hell. The only thing she could do was stare, the tears blurring things before they fell but in between watery visions, she could see Mulder clear as day, across from her, perfect as anything in the world and all hers.


The answer shot out towards him like a bullet, fast, sharp, crisp and unmistakable.

He laughed, truly afraid for a moment she was either going to faint, explode or most scary of them all, say ‘no’. Taking the ornament from her, he opened it, slipped the ring on her finger then held up the words to her again, “sure about your answer to this?”

This time her ‘yes’ was whispered in his ear.


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“Dean come on man, you don’t have to do this.” Sam stated, reaching for his brother.

The older Winchester turned on his heels and shook his head. “You see them. Laughing and crap.”

Sam followed his gaze and saw you with Brian, looking at his car.
“Are you serious? Dude, it’s just some guy. I am sure she won’t even remember his name after this.”

Dean clenched his jaw shut and shrugged his shoulders. “That’s the plan.” He smirked. “Now watch out, I’ve got a race to win.”

Before Sam could protest, he slipped into his car and closed the door behind him.

“So you really like racing huh?” You asked, biting on your lower lip, refraining from smiling.

“It’s my life. It’s like-” he paused and crept up behind you. Causing chills to cover you up and down. “It’s freedom. Just you and the road.”

Your stomach fluttered, and your breath hitched to the back of your throat. As you slowly turned to face him, you met his beautiful blue eyes. Losing yourself in them.

Man he was gorgeous. And the way he was so carefree somehow made him even more sexier.

“Hey O'conner! Are you just gonna stand there all day or you going to the streets!” Someone yelled from behind.

You both turned your gaze over.

“Shut up toretto! I’m comin.” Brian stammered. “We will continue this conversation when I get back.”

He walked over to the car, and slipped in. Sam made his way to your side, catching your attention.

“This is crazy.” Sam muttered.

“Why is Dean even doing this?” You exclaimed, looking at the two cars in front of you.

“He is doing it for you.”

His words stitched into you and for a moment, you almost forgot how to breathe.

“Alright boys! Ready, set, GO!” The girl yelled, throwing the flag up in the air.

Before you knew it, the guys were down the street, side by side. Your heart was pounding profusely hoping they’d both come back safely. Especially Dean and his baby. You don’t know what would happen if he scratched the car.

“I can’t watch!” You spewed, covering your eyes with your hands.

Sam could only chuckle.

Brian had one thing on his mind, and that was to win. If he won, that meant he was able to take you out. And since the moment he laid eyes on you, that’s all he wanted. Was to get to know you.

He put his heart into this race, focusing on the road in front of him.

Dean was in the lead for a bit. Smirking as he kept he speed.

For the year he has known you, he couldn’t help but have feelings for you. But with this life, he was afraid to act on them. Until today when he noticed how easy it is to lose you to someone else. And it scared him.

They were close to the end, and you couldn’t breathe. Biting your nails out of habit, you were honestly not even sure who you wanted to win.

Dean felt cocky as he was in the lead, laughing until Brian managed to sneak up next to him.

The roar from their engines caused shivers up and down your spine. Anxious for it to end.

“Holy crap, this is so close!” Sam cackled.

“Shit!” You exhaled.

Closing your eyes shut, the boys made their way to the end. Everyone soared, clapping and chanting.

You shot your gaze to Sam, and furrowed your brows.
“Wait, who won?!”

powderseal  asked:

noooooooooooo @ Oliver wanting something indescribably filthy and Connor wanting them to make love with eye contact and praise I CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE OF THESE NERDS MAKING ME FEEL THINGS... but also I wonder what Connor thought that Oliver saw/believes his biggest kink to be, because I think if he knew that Oliver saw them making love he would've been really embarrassed and also he doesn't have the greatest self-awareness anyway

(okay. this is going to be a semi continuation of this but i don’t think oliver told connor what he saw)

His soulmate was lying to him. 

Connor watched the play of Oliver’s face as the other man rambled on about having a vision that involved whipped cream and knew–in his heart of hearts–that the man was lying to him. 

Now, Connor wasn’t really sure how he was supposed to feel about that. I mean, yeah they were soulmates and everything but they were also strangers. Complete strangers. 

Media had lied to him for years–for probably his whole life–about just how awkward soulmate meetings were. Rom-coms made the whole exchange seem cute and fun and breezy but the reality was nothing like that. It wasn’t fun to barely exchange first names before having a vision so dirty it made Connor feel like he needed to go to church. Hell, he and Oliver had been making semi-decent headway until their hands had touched. Now, Oliver could barely seem to string two sentences together. 

“You know what?” Connor said, gently interrupting Oliver’s lie. If his soulmate didn’t want to tell him or was too embarrassed or too shocked or whatever, Connor wasn’t going to make him. “Why don’t we take a step back?” 

Oliver swallowed. “A step back?” 

“Yeah.” Connor curled his lips into what he hoped was a reassuring smile. “Let’s just get to know each other a little bit. I mean, I don’t even know your last name.”

Oliver hesitated. “You really don’t want know?” 

I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, Connor thinks. But instead he simply says, “You can tell me later.” 

His soulmate considers before nodding. “Okay.” Then, “It’s Hampton. Oliver Hampton.” 

“Nice to meet you, Oliver Hampton.” When Oliver only raised an eyebrow, Connor was quick to add. “Walsh. Mine’s Walsh.” 

“Connor Walsh.” Oliver smiled. “That’s got a nice ring to it.” 

“I certainly think so.” 

Talk of soulmates and kinks and visions forgotten for the moment, the conversation between them started to flow again and, once again, Connor was back on the best first date of his life.

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Arc-V AU where ¾ bracelet girls said ‘fuck it’ and joined Zarc because after all the shit they’ve been through I would have quit

Idk where this came from but the idea of the girls using the dragons is really appealing to me and like for some reason I really like ‘protags give up and fall into darkness’  trope lol.

Also I incorporated the “Yuu boys are actually their dragons” theory cause I love it.

Yuzu runs as fast as her tired legs will let her. The once beautiful ocean-sided town in the Fusion dimension is now in shambles and not a single soul besides Yuzu can be found. With the town deserted the only sounds that can be heard are Yuzu’s harsh breathing, her steps against the ruined ground, and the three metal bracelets hooked onto her belt loop that cling every time she takes a step.

She’s so tired. The remaining Lancers are nowhere to be found and each day Zarc’s reign expands further and further throughout the dimension.

Maybe I should just stop fighting. Just like….

Yuzu shakes her head.

No I can’t. I have to save them. All of them.

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Revenge, Interrupted (Part 4)

[Ch 1] [Ch 2] [Ch 3]

A/N: So, this is a shorter chapter, but this is my first time writing something like this so please bear with me. I promise the next 2 chapters will be longer than usual!

Stefan thought that Damon and Elena honestly looked relieved at the sight of him and Caroline snuggled together on the couch at six in the morning.

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Badass Ladies Don't Need to be Saved Chapter 1, a fast and the furious fanfic | FanFiction

Badass Ladies Don’t Need To Be Saved by the lovely @nikitadreams is my new obsession! if you’re into fanfic, you have to read this take on what’s next for Dom, Letty, baby Marcus and the team. SPOILER ALERT! Cipher is back. Letty is a badass (step)mama and Dom is the one changing the diapers! There’s lots of awesome action and smut! Just keep following this fic! I’m absolutely in love with it. 

@lovelybluebox wrote:

I don’t know if you’re still interested in prompts but a fic just came across my dash that had this prompt: tooth-rottingly fluffy and I immediately thought of you and Joanlock, because you’re amazing and I just love the way you just catch the tone of those two perfectly….. Cheers!

Thank you … I think … actually I specialize in cavity producing sweetness so … hear ya go!

“What do you think?” Joan held up her left hand and waved it in front of Sherlock. The diamond glittered on her ring finger.

Sherlock, his arm casually slung around her shoulders, smiled, “I think it is almost as beautiful as you, sweetheart.”

Joan smiled and ducked her head down in pleased embarrassment. She pressed in close to his chest and he placed a small kiss to the top her head before addressing the antique store owner. “What is the provenance of this ring if I may ask?”

The older man put on his bifocals smiling kindly at the couple, “Let me check our records.” He pulled out a leatherbound book and began flipping through its yellowed pages.

Marcus, who moments before had walked into the store looking for a gift for Chantal’s mother, stood dumbfounded. Obviously, they weren’t aware of his presence and he wasn’t sure he wanted them to be. They stood at the glass counter cooing at each other of all things. There was something wrong here - unless he had completely misread Joan and Sherlock’s relationship all these years … No. They were up to something. Perhaps investigating forged antiques or laundered money or …. oh, oh no, they were kissing … full on the lips… Embarrassed, Marcus didn’t know where to look.  He scanned the shelves, picking up an ancient-looking brass oil lamp and examining it way closer than he’d ever examined an ancient-looking brass oil lamp before. This wasn’t right…. This just was not right.

Sherlock spoke. “Nevermind sir. We’ve decided to take the ring no matter what its provenance. You’ll take American Express or does it need to be cash?”

Ah hah! thought Marcus, this is where they get the evidence they need to flush out whatever scheme they were trying to flush out. Marcus watched as the transaction was sealed. He stood transfixed as they turned to leave and spotted him.

Sherlock discreetly removed his hand from Joan’s shoulders. Her cheeks turned pink as she spoke. “Marcus, what are you doing here?”

“I… uhm … Chantal’s mom’s birthday …” he waved the brass lamp in front of them.

“Interesting choice.” Sherlock regained his composure. “I’m sure she’ll be thrilled with the possiblity of conjuring a djinn.” He nodded at Marcus who, still stunned at the encounter, awkwardly nodded back.

“Well,” Joan spoke up. “Nice to see you but we’re running late.” She touched Sherlock’s arm, “We need to go.”

“Right. Right. Off we go then.”

With that, they exited the store leaving a confused Marcus about to purchase a $150.00 slightly tarnished oil lamp.

My working title for the next chapter is “"Marcus and the Djinn.” (joking)

Captain Janeway was holding her breath, waiting for Seven of Nine to answer. Could the former Borg Drone love a captain?

Seven’s reply was unexpected. “The premise is false in two regards,” she said. “I could not love the captain of another ship.”

Could Janeway hope?

“Moreover, I could not begin that which is already complete.”

Janeway released the breath and curled the corner of her mouth. “Is that a yes then?”

“May I show you, Captain?”

He Was My Downfall

well, guess what? chapter four is here and yes, this one was easier to write than the last one because not sex here (sorry to dissapoint you loves) but here you have it, i hope you like it and enjoy it…i don’t know what else to say, so i’ll just put the chapter now but let me know if you liked it or not

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anonymous asked:

General Berena fanfic question, because you said you were up for that. What's one common trope/cliché of Berena fic that you love to bits and what's one that just leaves you cold? (We all have our subjective things, right?)

Hi anon! Thank you for asking and I’m sorry for the delay in replying to this.

I think the one I love most - and one I’m totally guilty of using myself - is the lingering hand holding when Bernie and Serena meet for the first time. You know which one I mean? It’s the one in Life in the Freezer during the “it’s medicinal” conversation, that little lingering smile and the moment they realise they’ve been holding hands a little too long… oh be still my heart!! 

As for one I don’t like… hmmm… this is tricky. I suppose one of the things I really hate is when writers portray Serena as being body conscious because she has more curves than Bernie. To me, Serena is someone who embraces her body. She loves the way she looks and she knows how to work it. Serena is a confident woman, in her work, in her everyday life and if her flirty nature and fluid sexuality are anything to go by, in the bedroom too! She may be uncertain of her family, or perhaps she was self-conscious when she was a young woman but not now. Write a curvy woman embracing her curves because that’s how it should be. Not just in fiction but in life.

I’m getting down off my soapbox…

Originally posted by morning-bitch

Thanks for the ask!! 

elvenbeard  asked:

For the micro story prompts: 3 or 24, if you want? :D

Thank you so much for the prompt! I did 24: tender
Thinking about it for any length of time, Dorian had to admit that this whole situation was rather silly. He and the Inquisitor weren’t even doing anything really, simply lying tangled together staring into each other’s eyes. This wasn’t something Dorian had ever even considered doing and if anyone had suggested it to him in the past he would have laughed outright. It was like something out of Varric’s terrible romance serials. He didn’t even know people actually did this sort of thing.

And yet, now that he found himself here, he couldn’t bring himself to pull back or turn away, not with how Elden was looking at him. His eyes were so full of admiration and affection and it was just as mesmerizing as it was terrifying. But then, this was Elden. His touch alone was enough to dispel any fear. Elden reached out and began tracing the lines and contours of Dorian’s face as if seeing alone wasn’t enough and it was all much too intimate, leaving Dorian feeling vulnerable in ways he hadn’t thought possible anymore.

But that was fine here. Dorian didn’t want to hide anything any longer, not with with this man, who had opened himself completely and cared so much while requiring nothing in return, who was so strong and yet at the same time so gentle and caring, always putting Dorian first; Elden had made all of this so easy for him. How could Dorian not want to love just as much as he was loved? How could he not want to share the joy and the happiness he felt with Elden?

Sometimes it was still difficult for him to put into words. At times a whispered amatus was all he could manage. Or, better still, you are terribly dull and I hate you. Still, Elden always seemed to understand and he was grateful for it. Dorian broke the stillness first to move closer, tangling a hand in Elden’s hair as he pressed their lips together. It was lazy and slow, unhurried, and Dorian couldn’t help but marvel at how comfortable, how natural this all was. As Elden, eyes closed and practically melting against him, whispered love between kisses, Dorian realized he’d never known he could be this happy, this content.