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Fanfiction Writers Appreciation Day Recs

this is my excuse to shower my favs in love. So we’ll keep this nice and quick so y’all can check out these fics if you haven’t already read them. 

@yoursummerfrost​ 

My favorite thing that you do: You don’t just cultivate a character, you learn them from the inside out until you know more about them than they do themselves. Your Bitty POV is vivid, raw and always brings some new aspect of him to light. 

fic that should get more love: Perfect Strangers

favorite line: Kent’s eyes are like sea glass in the light, too pale to be blue or green, existing somewhere in between in a color all their own. He nuzzles against Bitty’s cheek with his nose and murmurs, “Hey, truth or dare?” 

@sleepy-skittles

My favorite thing that you do: your prose is amazing. Seriously, the pacing is always phenomenal and the tone you use leaves this ache in my bones that makes me fall in love with these characters all over again. 

fic that should get more love: round and round.  

favorite line: It feels weird to him that they could be back on the road when he’s just finally starting to feel at ease in the home, the faint scent of mustiness becoming familiar, Braeden’s scent starting to soak into everything around him.

@fromwhenceyecame​ 

My favorite thing that you do: I don’t know if I’m going to articulate this well. But I always find myself going back to your fics because of how perfectly you balance the tone and narrative? Your writing’s like a spiral galaxy, smoothly turning on its axis but constantly collecting beauty and stardust in it’s arms. 

fic that should get more love: It’s Going to Be Ok (We’re together)

favorite line: “I’ve proposed to you three times now, Rans? What is it going to take for me to convince you I want to marry you?” He asked, grinning even though he felt tears in his eyes. Ransom chuckled.

@heyfightme

My favorite thing that you do: How you unfold events in a scene. You always have very fluid and seamless actions that ground your stories in a very real and visceral way. It’s so vivid and flawless that I it not only feels like I can see everything that’s happening, but that I’m living it as well. 

fic that should get more love: exercise more and eat healthier 

favorite line:  “The more I think on it, the more I realise this has been going on for years and no one said anything. My mama called me dramatic and Coach called me sensitive, and teachers have called me boisterous and lazy.”

@whoacanada

My favorite thing that you do: write about hockey for starters. You cover so many intersecting topics of hockey culture so very well. Additionally, there’s so much I love about how you portray zimbits. You let Jack have complicated yet valid relationships with people. You let Bitty be gritty and tough yet still his same sweet self. 

fic that should get more love: when it’s over (you’re the start) 

favorite line: These people are strangers. The same untouchable celebrities who didn’t understand just how badly Jack hated his life until he almost lost it. It took Jack struggling through rehab for Bob to really connect, for Alicia to regret being so absent

@alphacrone

My favorite thing that you do: It’s the way you write love. It’s messy and flawed, but always hopeful in the little ways, the ways that count. It also doesn’t hurt that you write so many rarepairs and that is all I want in life so I’m eternally greatful for you and the fact that you continue to support and create rareships

fic that should get more love: until your father’s at the table 

favorite line:  “But why is that the goal?” Eric asked, feeling exasperated. “Why am I defined by romantic relationships? By one romantic relationship? Why is anyone? The most important relationships in my life have never been romantic or sexual — my mother, once upon a time. My friends. You.” He heard his voice crack, and Eric swiped angrily at his eyes. “I love you more than any man I’ve ever dated. Doesn’t that count for something? Doesn’t that matter ?”

icantbelieveitsnotcoffee2  asked:

Yo, do you know of any fics where Derek acts as a therapy dog for Stiles or if Derek just hangs around Stiles in wolf form? I love those fics 😊 ❤️ Thank you for your help love ❤️

These are all Derek as a full shift wolf.

Some are Derek as a guide dog/wolf, some are Derek stuck as a wolf, some are Derek as a wolf just for the hell of it.

Hope you enjoy!!

I see You Better by theroguesgambit

He dreams, sometimes, of his last moments of seeing.

At the church in Mexico, Stiles is blinded by a Berserker. Derek uses his new wolf status to act as a guide dog, while Stiles adjusts to his new reality.

The Boy and the Beast by Dira Sudis (dsudis)

In which events in Beacon Hills go rather differently from the start, and a Beauty and the Beast (ish) story ensues. (Scott is not a teacup and no one sings about their feelings.)

From Dirty Paws by Surreal

Stiles finds a wolf in the woods. Well, it’s more like the wolf finds him. Either way, he’s happy to have a new friend in his otherwise boring social circle.

Lost in the Woods by idareu2bme

Stiles gets lost in the woods. His savior is a rather unlikely hero.

Suspicious Minds by HaleHole

“Don’t feed Balto your pizza,” Stiles mildly warns his daughter.

“Derek.”

Stiles pauses, mouth open and cheese sliding off the pizza as he parrots, “Derek? Who’s Derek?”

His daughter rolls her eyes, like Stiles has just asked her the dumbest question ever. “The wolf, Daddy!”

“You changed his name?” Stiles asks in surprise. Usually she’s pretty set about naming things. Her doll’s name was decided two seconds after receiving it, the car has been Alonzo for three years now, and the toaster ‘Pop’ for the last six months.

Meg nods, prodding the sliding cheese back on top of her slice. “Yeah. He told me his name is Derek. And that he doesn’t really like Balto.”

“Is that right?” he asks, eyeing the wolf who seems far too interested in watching a pair of animated moose arguing. It’s official. This wolf is weird. This whole situation is weird.


Separated from Laura after being cornered by some hunters, an injured Derek finds himself being rescued by Stiles and his young daughter. In more than one way.

Howling winds, heading home by yogini

“No, Sourwolf, sorry but you have no say in this. Shower!” Derek sits down, staring defiantly at the man standing before him. The message is clear, there is no way that he’s getting a shower. Nope.
“I can be every bit as stubborn as you” Stiles informs him. “In fact, I can be even more stubborn and I can do this all day long.” For several long seconds it’s a battle of wills, whiskey coloured eyes staring into blue ones but at last it’s Derek that looks away, shuffles into the bathroom and allows Stiles to help him get inside the tub. But when Stiles tries to do a triumphant victory dance Derek puts his paw down firmly and nips at his fingers.

Zootopia / Robin Hood Fanfiction TAKE A STAND epilogue

(AN/ Here we go…the end. Take a Stand had been my most successful fic and that is only possible because of you amazing folks who actually read it reviwed, liked, faved, followed and reblogged this dumb fic, I want to high five all of you for being so awesome. Now I have to thank a few folks who helped illustrate this fic; @ziegelzeig dude you know how much I love your work and your friendship you’re an amazing artist and writer, I love you dude. @fuzzywuzzylittletail you came up with some crackin’ artwork for this fic thank you, shadowed-visitor thank you too for your song/art pieces, @reddoshirousagi06 thank you for your brilliant sketches, @trashasaurusrex @ky-jane @blueberrycarrots @idealbean and everyone else who contributed. Thank you all for reading…so without further ado let’s get cracking with this chapter.)

Here’s the fanfiction,net link… https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12105029/31/Take-A-Stand

Epilogue - One Year Later

The smell of engine oil and old wood brought back a host of memories for Judy as she clambered up the ladder to the upper level of one of the many barns at Hopps farm, she used to play cops and robbers with her siblings all the time as a kit but right now the twenty six year old bunny needed a moment to relax in the barn. It had been a very hectic day, as soon as she stepped off the train at Bunnyburrow station it had been a non stop series of hugs, catching up with relatives and being overstuffed with the mountains of food that had been prepared for the massive party had arrived from Zootopia including; herself, Nick, Luna, Marian, Robin, Little John, Jack and Skye.

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Happy birthday, Riko-chan!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY RIKO-CHAN!!

Or should I say Princess Riko?
Because this fic turned into something that even I wasn’t expecting … :’) it might turn into a proper AU if people enjoy it haha … But I really don’t know how this fic will be received, so for now, I just hope that you’ll have fun reading it, or that you’ll just enjoy it a little …

Thanks for your time again, guys! But don’t expect a wild party and cake and candles and all, we’re kinda far from all this

 


Once all the guests have taken a seat and comfortably settled down, loud chatter erupts and fills the huge dining hall, much to Riko’s great displeasure. It is not like she isn’t happy to be here, at the head of the table with the two Queens –her parents– sitting next to her, surrounded by most of the servants who saw her grow up … and, of course, by far too many acquaintances.

No, honestly. Riko loves dining with her doting parents, and with ‘Auntie’ Tsubasa and ‘Auntie’ Honoka, two housemaids who are close friends with her Mama and Mommy, and whom she holds close to her heart. But, dining today with so many strangers is quite unnerving and nerve-wracking for the crimson-haired beauty. She couldn’t care less about the old aristocrats who were invited to her baptism years ago ; she couldn’t even care less about the other royal families, who are certainly here today out of obligation.

Truthfully, Riko would rather run away from that formal dinner than stay here, on her comfy seat, listening to the annoying chit-chat of all those toffs. She knows that the Queens aren’t the ones who orchestrated all this. After all, they are so thoughtful, so nice and so involved when it comes to their little princess that the idea of organizing a big ceremony for Riko’s twentieth birthday would have never crossed their mind. It is certainly their old and exasperating advisor behind this … setup. But her parents must have agreed because it was an occasion for them to adorn most of the rooms and halls and corridors with Riko’s favorite flowers –among all the flowers the princess tends to on a day-to-day basis.

Riko’s love for gardening comes from her childhood, the moment when her Mommy unconsciously conveyed her passion for plants and flowers to her. Riko remembers it as if it were yesterday : she was barely starting to learn how to speak when, one day, she escaped from her Mama and Honoka in the kitchens and ran to the garden. Where she bumped into her Mommy, who was watering a bush of light blue flowers. A few years later, she learnt that they were hydrangeas –and they quickly became her favorite–, while learning at the same time how to tend to an entire garden and everything related to the world of flowers.

“Mommy,” Riko once asked as she was sitting in the grass, the Queen tenderly braiding her daughter’s shoulder-length hair, “Why did you tell Auntie Tsubasa to take our pink p- … Peonies for her wedding bouquet?”

“Because peonies are known to be a symbol of romance and love, and even of beauty and honor,” her Mommy replied, fingers combing a few unruly crimson locks. “Pink peonies are often used in wedding bouquets, and I want your aunties to express their love for each other even with the bouquet.”

“Oh … Can they put my favorite flowers in their bouquet?”

Riko leaned her head back when she heard an uncharacteristic snort behind her, meeting her Mommy’s amused lilac eyes. “Unfortunately sweetheart, no one should make a wedding bouquet with blue hydrangeas.”

“Why? Don’t the other flowers mean love and beauty and grace? Like, all the flowers?”

“No,” Anju answered her daughter after tying the end of the braid with a magenta
kosumosu. “Yours, as it happens, don’t really represent love between two persons. If you give a blue hydrangea to someone, it means that you’re turning them down … With refinement,” the Queen giggled before seizing the ivory watering can, on which were drawn blossoms.

Riko stood up and grabbed her mother’s hand, following her under an arch with ivy and climbing roses creeping it up. “Mommy, can you tell me more about the flowers?”

“Of course.” She smiled, before loosening her grip around the little girl’s hand and handing her the watering can. “What if you water the tulips and I tell you everything about them, for now?”

“Yes!”


Riko heaves a discreet sigh as she straightens her back once again, lowering her gaze and looking at the empty plate in front of her. Ah, she desperately wishes she could have shared this copious meal with someone else. How she misses those amazing sapphire irises …

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Take Me Home Tonight

I wrote this for @ghost-grantaire, as a sequel to her fic (which actually doesn’t have a title, it was an ask). I couldn’t resist, I just love Carol so much. I hope this makes you feel just a tiny bit better, babe <3


She stopped in her tracks when she realised her hands were empty. Carol closed her eyes momentarily, almost hating herself for forgetting it.

Stupid fucking purse. Stupid fucking brain.

She turned away from the neon lights of the record store, which had mostly burnt out a while ago—which meant the sign proudly and loudly displayed the letters A K S REC S. Another reason to hate this place; they didn’t even have any pride in themselves.

With her head down she walked back to the diner, wishing she hadn’t even gone out at all. She seemed to wish that a lot with Billy.

The bell chimed once more as she walked in. Carol winced at the sound. She looked immediately to the booth, but found it empty.

What the hell…?

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Fairy dust- pt. 2

(A/N):I LOVE THE FAIRY READER!

Request: hello! if requests are still open, I’d like another fairy!reader where she’s also an Avenger with another power (you can choose) and one of her wings gets hurt during a mission and she’s really sad and depressed bc she can’t fly until it’s healed and her fairy dust isn’t bright and beautiful, it’s nearly disappeared bc of how sad she is and Bucky freaks out when it happens and helps her through it? 😭😭😭❤️ i loved your last fairy!reader fic! sorry this is long, haha

Warnings: swearing

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor

Read the first part: X


Originally posted by gliceria

   The team knew what a hostile mission this was before even stepping out of the Avenjet, they knew how many agents had surrounded their ship and still they were so I’ll prepared for the battle. Hundreds of agents attempted to battle the mighty avengers and it looked as though they were doing a damn good job, kicking everyone’s ass as they tried to fight back. There was one person who seemed to be knocking agents down easier than the others, (Y/N).

    Bucky learned that with being a fairy there were other perks such as the use of most magic, which just so happened to be (Y/N)’s choice if weapon at the moment. Wisps of bright, power fell from their fingertips as agent after agent swarmed around the creature, nearly engulfing them in a stampede but Bucky knew they could hold their own- they may have been small and dainty looking but they were far from it. Even with their gentle nature and soft language Bucky knew what that little fairy was capable of. 

   With a proud smirk Bucky watches as all the agents within the near vicinity of (Y/N) are thrown backwards, (Y/N)’s powers pushing the men back so harshly Bucky doubted they’d be able to recover. Even panting, their body quivering from the effort of fighting (Y/N) turns their head to give Bucky a smile, letting their guard down for a split second. Bucky smiles back until his eyes train in on the human being a few yards away from (Y/N), a gun aimed directly at their head.

    “(Y/N)!” Bucky yelled as he charged for them, not even giving them time to react before he was pulling them to his chest as the two hit the ground, just barely managing to miss the bullet…or so he thought. 

   Small whimpers of pain left (Y/N)’s lips as they shifted uncomfortably in Bucky’s hold, their eyes screwed up in obvious discomfort. 

    “Bucky-” (Y/N) pants, groaning softly at the pain coursing their back. “My wing-" 

    "Shit,” Bucky whispers as he quickly relinquishes his hold on (Y/N), allowing them to attempt to sit up. With a yell of pain they slump back down against Bucky’s chest, their entire body shaking in pain now. 

   "Oh my god, what’s wrong? What happened?“ Bucky asks frantically, his mind already going a million different directions. 

    "My- My wing,” (Y/N) whispers, biting their lip as tears cloud their eyes. “I- I broke one-” Bucky stares at (Y/N) for a moment before shifting himself just enough do that he could get a good look at (Y/N)’s wings. Bucky winced as he took in the sight, the leathery interior of the wing had been shot, leaving a hold in the top of the sparkly skin but the bones attaching the wings to (Y/N)’s back looked severely broken, the small bones poking out at odd angels.

    “Shit doll,” Bucky mutters, making sure not to touch (Y/N)’s back. (Y/N) continued their whimpers of pain, slumped against Bucky as though they could barely hold their own weight up. “We gotta get you out of here,” Bucky mutters, glancing around at all the agents still swarming the Avengers. 

   “But- But the agents,” (Y/N) groans in pain as Bucky shifts only a little causing (Y/N)’s body to move just slightly. 

    “The agents aren’t important right now,” Bucky whispered, biting his lip as he thought of someway to get (Y/N) out of here with as little pain as possible. “Bruce is still in the Jet, he can patch you up,” 

   “Bucky, I can’t- I can’t do it,” 

   “(Y/N), you just can’t sit here, vulnerable and in pain, got it?” (Y/N) looked at Bucky meekly, their eyes swimming with tears. “I’m gonna carry you to the jet real nice and easy, okay?” (Y/N) stares at Bucky for only a moment longer before nodding their head, wrapping their arms around Bucky’s neck tightly. “This is gonna hurt a bit,” Bucky whispered in their ear as he pushed up from the ground using one arm, the other wrapped around (Y/N)’s lower back. 

   “ow, ow, ow, ow, oh god,” (Y/N) mutters, their nails digging into the skin of Bucky’s neck as he finally stands, wrapping his other hand around (Y/N)’s waist. 

   “It’s okay doll,” Bucky whispered, hoping his soft tone would soothe them a bit. “It’s okay, the jet’s not too far away from here,” (Y/N) merely whimpers, burying their face against Bucky’s neck to silence their cries. Bucky bit his lip once more as he took a tentative step towards the jet, or at least the direction the jet had landed in. Small whimpers and groans fell from (Y/N)’s lips with each step he took, nearly breaking his heart as they did. 

   The walk had been short but it’d been excruciating, for both (Y/N) and Bucky. Having to listen to (Y/N)’s cries with each step was one of the hardest things Bucky ever had to do and goddamn it he couldn’t stand to see them in pain. Thank god he reached the jet quicker than he expected, he didn’t know how much longer he could take of (Y/N)’s sobbing. 

   “Bruce!” Bucky called as he gingerly set (Y/N) on one of the prep tables, his heart aching as (Y/N) sobbed softly. “Bruce we need help!” Bruce rushed into the room, his eyes wide as he searched Bucky’s face. “It’s (Y/N)’s wing, it’s- it’s pretty broken,” Bruce relaxes slightly, rolling his shoulders back and releasing a small breath. 

   “I’ll take a look,” Bruce replied coolly, already walking across to the table to inspect (Y/N)’s back. Bruce makes no noise, just simply studies (Y/N)’s wings as they whimper and sniffle softly, rubbing at their eyes like a child. Finally Bruce stepped away from (Y/N), making his way towards a small cabinet they kept on board for injuries and such. “The skin will heal itself in time but the bones will not, I can make them a cast right now,” 

   “Yes- yes please,’ (Y/N) whispers, a small sheen of sweat breaking out across their forehead. Bruce nods, grabbing the needed materials before pulling a chair up beside the table. 

   “Now, this will hurt, your wings are very fragile and the damage to them is extensive but I’ll be done in no time,” Bruce smiled at (Y/N) sweetly, only soothing their nerves slightly. With a scared look in their puffy eyes (Y/N) looked up to Bucky, their lip quivering as they did. 

   “It’s okay (Y/N),” Bucky gives them a little smile as he reaches up to run his hand along their forehead, wiping away their sweat. (Y/N) whimpers softly, biting their lip as Bruce gently probed at the bones, his fingers gingerly running along the misshapen lumps. 

   “Are you ready?” Bruce asks, grabbing a roll of medical tape to begin with. (Y/N) eyed the tape warily but nonetheless sighed, nodding their head. Before Bruce could even lay a finger on (Y/N) Bucky knew that this was going to end in tears and screaming and there was going to be nothing he could do about it. 


   (Y/N) curled against Bucky’s side in exhaustion, thoroughly wiped out from the days activities. Bucky had been right about the tears and screaming, he was pretty sure everyone in a ten mile radius heard (Y/N)’s screams of pain as Bruce aligned the bones once again but now it was over and (Y/N) was safe, curled against Bucky as they slept soundly. With a small smile Bucky tilts his head just enough to press a kiss to (Y/N)’s forehead, ignoring the lingering saltiness from their previous sweat. 

   “Sleep well (Y/N),” Bucky whispered and it may have just been the lighting but Bucky could’ve sworn that (Y/N) smiled, even if it was just a quick quirk of their lip. 


    “I’m not hungry,” (Y/N) stated for the third morning in a row, their words flat and emotionless. Bucky bit his lip as he looked at (Y/N)’s form, racked with exhaustion, gaunt, almost sickly looking. Bucky hadn’t seen them eat in days and all they were doing was sleeping, laying in bed for hours on end, only getting up to take a freezing shower and go to the bathroom. 

   “(Y/N), when have you ever turned down waffles?” Bucky asks, his concern piquing when (Y/N) merely shrugged their shoulders. 

   “Today I guess,” Bucky rose from his seat, gingerly grasping (Y/N)’s upper arms in his hands. 

   “(Y/N), what’s wrong? You haven’t been eating, you’ve been sleeping for hours on end- I’m getting really scared doll,” (Y/N) sighs, biting their lip as they avert their gaze to the floor, hanging their head in shame; they never did like having people worrying about them. 

   “My fairy dust has stopped,” (Y/N) whispers so quietly that Bucky can only make out the last word. 

   “What?” Bucky asks, tilting his head in confusion. 

   “My fairy dust has stopped,” (Y/N) repeats slightly louder, but still not loud enough. 

   “I can’t understand you doll-” 

  “My fair dust has stopped!” (Y/N) snaps, a look of immediate guilt overtaking their features afterwards. “I’m so sorry Bucky, I-I don’t know what’s wrong with me-’ But Bucky wasn’t paying an attention to their apology, too focused on their previous words. 

   “What do you mean you fairy dust has stopped?” (Y/N) closes their mouth as they no doubt go to state another apology, their lips pursing a bit as well. 

   “Um- well- sometimes when a fairy gets depressed their fairy dust can stop working, lose it’s shine, or just stop all together,” (Y/N) demonstrates by showing the small trickle of fairy dust that falls from their fingertips, the far less shiny particles drifting to the ground limply. “See?” Bucky hums, biting down on his thumb as he watched the dust collect on the ground. 

   “Are you depressed because of your wing?” Bucky asks, a sudden idea coming to his mind. 

   “Yeah-” (Y/N) sighs, nodding their head. “I miss flying is all,” Bucky smirks a bit as his idea begins to take form, quickly coming together in his head. 

   “Step up on the counter,” Bucky states rather quickly, a smile overtaking his features. (Y/N) gives him a small confused look, their brow scrunching up just a bit. 

   “What-” 

   “C’mon,’ Buck offers his hand to help (Y/N) up onto the granite table top. “Just trust me,” (Y/N) eyes him warily before gingerly taking his hand, allowing him to lift them onto the counter with ease. “Okay, now I want you to put your legs on my shoulders,” 

   “Wait, what-” 

   “Just do it,” Bucky smiles at them, turning his back as he waited for them to do as he instructed. (Y/N) sighs softly, hesitantly resting their legs on Bucky’s shoulders, their hands grabbing at his forehead to stay on properly. 

   “What’s the point to this?” (Y/N) asks and although their tone was still sad it was a bit brighter than it had been a few minutes ago. 

   “I’m walking you around the tower, that’s the point,” Bucky smirks as he takes a few steps towards the living room, his heart fluttering in his chest when (Y/N) nearly squealed in shock and surprise. 

  “No, I’m gonna fall off,” (Y/N) smiles as they grip onto Bucky, praying they didn’t fall off. Bucky smiled as he reached up to rest his hands on (Y/N)’s legs, keeping them against his shoulders. 

   “I’ve got you, don’t worry,” Bucky smiles, increasing his steps just a bit. 

   “Bucky we’re gonna fall together, that’s how my wing was injured in the first place,” Bucky smiled, completely ignoring (Y/N)’s statement as he continued on down the hall, nearly revealing in the laughter that bubbled from (Y/N)’s lips. 

   “Bucky!” (Y/N) yelled, squealing as Bucky bounded down the stairs, knowing he could very easily support (Y/N)’s body on top of him. “You’re gonna kill us!” But Bucky merely smiles, taking off down the next hall, and the next, and the next, too absorbed in (Y/N)’s laughter to care about much else. 

   The two ran up and down the halls like that for god knows how long, laughing and joking with each other and neither one of them noticed when little sparkling particles fell to the floor, (Y/N)’s fairy dust having returned to it’s brightest shine. 

~Extended Ending~

   Tony looked up from his work to see Bucky run by his lab, nearly cackling as (Y/N) perched atop his shoulders, gripping onto him for support as he carried them up and down the halls. 

   “What the hell-” Tony asks, his sentence cutting off short when the two ran by again, little sparkles of fairy dust trailing behind the two. Tony stares at them for only a moment longer before scoffing, a smile rising to his lips as he turned back to his work. 

   Well, who knew what a little bit of fairy dust could do to the both of them. 

nervouslittlewreck  asked:

Hi😊 I love your blog❤ can you please help me find a fic where stiles is pregnant and leaves bh and moves in with Jackson (in ny or sth) and they become friends and Jackson helps stiles with the child and at some point the pack one for one come by and find out, Derek is the last one to find out thank you in advance😘

HI @nervouslittlewreck! I thiiiiink it’s this one. Let us know if I’m wrong. - Anastasia

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Over the Moon by i_kinda_like_writing

(1/1 I 32,814 I General I Sterek)

Stiles and Derek spend a night together, and Derek, thinking he’s protecting Stiles, tells him it was a mistake.
Stiles leaves Beacon Hills. He also leaves behind 6 letters to say goodbye to the pack.
From his letters, the pack thinks he’s killed himself.
Meanwhile, Stiles is in NYC, living with Jackson, going to Columbia, oh, and he’s pregnant.

anonymous asked:

I'm flying to Vancouver in three weeks (which is halfway across the globe from Switzerland, where I live) and I'm really nervous because I've never been that far away from home and I was wondering if you could write a mini fic about Alex being nervous about flying halfway across the globe (to Geneva for example). I mean, you don't have to, but it would probs help me with my anxiety... I love your fics and they have helped me with my anxiety before. <3

She’s fine in the DEO helicopter.

It feels… different, somehow.

Safer.

She knows the pilot and she can pilot the damn thing herself if she needed to. 

In the DEO helicopter, she’s strapped in and she’s armed and she knows where the parachutes are.

In commercial jets?

She’s so much more powerless.

And then she keeps having these dreams.

These dreams about dying under the crush of metal after a screaming crash.

They’re probably from that crash from Geneva.

Well, the almost crash.

The thing that would have been a crash, if Kara hadn’t saved her.

But she’s scheduled to head out to Geneva – again – because, even though Winn teases that she doesn’t have a diplomatic bone in her body, she’s actually quite good at the negotiating thing.

And J’onn doesn’t trust anyone else on this particular job.

But there are the nightmares.

There’s the helplessness. 

So she doesn’t want to go.

Not even a little bit.

Maggie holds her extra close through her panic attacks.

Through the panic attacks that the medicine doesn’t help with at all.

Kara holds her extra close through her panic attacks.

Through the panic attacks that get so bad her girlfriend calls Kara, so Kara can help.

And she does. Help.

Because Alex feels safe in Maggie’s arms, but add Kara’s to the mix?

Her breathing actually starts to regulate.

She wishes the flight were shorter. 

She wishes she wasn’t going so far away.

She clenches her fists the entire morning before she leaves – Kara had kept her own hands between Alex’s all night long so she didn’t accidentally cut into her own skin in her sleep – and Maggie kisses each of her knuckles, each of her fingertips.

“I loaded your iPad with old episodes of The West Wing, and I got you the issue of that medical journal you like, okay, babe?”

“The one that’s not being published until next month?” Alex asks with hopeful, disbelieving eyes, and Maggie grins and shrugs.

“I know a guy,” she says casually, but Alex can tell it wasn’t easy. 

Alex can tell she is so, so loved.

“Aaaand,” Maggie adds, pressing Alex’s phone gently into her hands. “I made you a mixtape.” 

Maggie blushes at this, and Kara squeals, because god, that’s a great idea, she should do that for Lena. She’s already got certain ‘Nsync songs in mind.

“Mags, you made me a mixtape? What’s on it? Oh babe, I – “

Maggie accepts Alex’s excited kisses with a smile, with open arms and with slightly parted lips that make Kara turn away and hum loudly.

“Wait until you take off, then play it for yourself. No peaking, understand Agent Danvers?” Maggie smiles, and it’s Alex’s turn to blush.

“Understood,” she whispers, and her breathing eases as her sister and her girlfriend take her to the airport, as she hugs and kisses and hugs and kisses again and finally waves them goodbye at the security checkpoint.

She closes her eyes as the plane lifts, and she thinks of flying with her sister. She manages to breathe.

She flips on Maggie’s mixtape, she settles back, and she smiles as that Sigma and Rita Ora song that makes her heart leap every time starts filling her ears, filling her lungs, filling her blood.

She smiles, because a week halfway around the world isn’t nearly that long when she has her sister, and when she has this amazing, amazing woman, to come home to.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I've been looking for a fic I read a while algo, where Phil jokes about them being in a relationship and Dan thinks he's talking seriously and they start dating but Phil doesn't know how to tell him that he didn't mean it and they have a fight, but in the end they get together and everything is fine. I don't remember the name or how it was tagged! Thanks in advance! I love your blog ❤️

Can anyone help find this fic?

- Tori

anonymous asked:

Hi! I love your blog. Helps a lot into choosing the right fics to read. I was wondering, do you know any a/b/o stories? With Omega Jeongguk and Alpha Jimin? Thank you! :3

Anonymous said:
hello! do you know any jikook ABO fics with jimin being an alpha? (: thank you!! ❤️

Hi there! Thank you so much :) And no problem, here you go!

Title: Cherry
Author: bananacookies
Rating: Explicit
Length: 50–100k words
Genre: Pining, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Smut, Mpreg
Summary: Jimin and Jungkook, two young wolves bound together by some unknown fate, grow up together as neighbors. When Jimin begins school, Jungkook waits for him at the bus stop, anxiously looking up and down the street. When their parents aren’t looking, they nuzzle each other’s necks and ears. When Jimin’s lying beside him at their weekly sleepovers, tired from the games they’d played, Jungkook can fall asleep inhaling the sweet scent of cherries. When they grow older, as with any relationship, things inevitably change.

Title: Good Boy
Author: boyish
Rating: Mature
Length: 1–5k words
Genre: Pining, Smut
Summary: a fucking alpha. park jimin. the guy who looked like he spent his time talking to old ladies and cuddling with golden retrievers. jeongguk couldn’t believe his rotten luck.

Title: Love Me with Your Lips
Author: jimeulk
Rating: Explicit
Length: 1–5k words
Genre: Smut
Summary: When Jimin had taken the week off to help him through his upcoming heat, Jungkook had expected to gain most, if not all, of his alpha’s attention. So when Jimin spends all his attention on the movie, Jungkook knows he has to do something about it.

Title: Mighty Good Alpha
Author: JongKeyLover12
Rating: Explicit
Length: 1–5k words
Genre: Smut
Summary: Omega Jungkook goes through his heat a bit earlier than expected. Without any pills to help him, he asks his very hot alpha neighbor, Jimin, to buy him what he needs at the pharmacy since he can’t walk properly himself. Somehow the treatment for Jungkook’s burning body isn’t the pills but Jimin’s dick.

Title: Power Struggle
Author: astrochild
Rating: Mature
Length: 1–5k words
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff
Summary: it wasn’t a secret to anybody that jungkook hated the pack’s annual fight for some change in hierarchy. much less park jimin.

Title: Warm Me Up (with Your Lips)
Author: graesun
Rating: Explicit
Length: 5–10k words
Genre: Smut, Fluff
Summary: Jungkook feels like maybe it should be a bigger deal that most of the population chooses a lifelong mate before they turn twenty-five. But truth be told, Jungkook has always been a sucker for love stories–for the story of his parents finding each other at eighteen and nineteen, for the promise of belonging to somebody, for the legends – old stories of alpha, beta, and omega instincts finding the one without any effort at all. Jungkook had been sure of his own hopeful love story not long after he met Jimin, the both of them imprinting on each other while Jungkook was still too shy to say more than a few stuttered words to him. It’s been a long time coming. And Jungkook can’t wait for them to finally belong to each other.

archiveofourown.org
Alone Together - Chapter 1 - yesiunderstoodthatrefrence - Hunter X Hunter [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Hey guys! I just posted the first chapter of a fic for the Illumi Ruins Everything AU for HxH!

Based on art by @meganebi

supremechariot  asked:

Hey guys! Love this library it's so great! I need your help, there was a Sterek fic that I love but cannot find. I believe Stiles and Derek were originally arranged to be married but Derek wanted to be with Kate, I think he even like embarrassed Stiles at the ball or something. And then Kate burns the palace(?) down and Derek becomes a huge recluse but in order to avoid exile Stiles marries him bc he still loves Derek. Do you guys know that one? I have a mighty need lol! Please help haha!

tugabooos recognized it for you!  It’s got a very Jane Eyre vibe that I can definitely dig ;)  -Emmy

Originally posted by kissofthespiderwoman

A Wolf’s Ribbon by Dexterous_Sinistrous 

(36,091 I Explicit I Complete)   *sterek, historical au, prince!derek, prince!stiles, mpreg, scarred!derek

Derek had been coached on how to approach the child heir apparent while hundreds of eyes watched him. He kept his eyes focused on the cradle, leaning over the edge as best he could to see the baby everyone had been talking about.

Stiles smiled when he saw Derek, kicking his legs out as he reached a hand up for him. He cooed at Derek, his fingers grabbing at the older boy in an attempt to touch him, all to no avail. He gurgled out a laugh when Derek reached a hand down into the cradle, snatching hold of his fingers as best he could.

Derek offered a small smile in response, allowing Stiles to playfully tug on his hand.

The two children made an adorable sight before the Court and their parents. That was the moment Queen Talia and King John decided to arrange their marriage. Every second was planned out without the voiced concern of the children.

anonymous asked:

Hello senpai 👑 sooo one of my fav ao3 writers just announced there quitting for awhile because there fics aren't doing well or something and been comparing themselves to "bigger" writers and doesn't know how to improve. what can I say to them to help? 😢 I love your fics too and your short sick fic you just wrote on here!!!❤

Ahhh, this makes me so sad to hear.

It’s so important to tell authors (especially the ones who don’t get much attention) that you enjoy their work. When you compare how many HITS a fanfic gets to how many kudos or comments, it’s pretty sad.

Writing fanfic is not easy, guys. And it’s very, very lonely.

When authors write, they’re sitting there by themselves in a quiet room, tapping on a keyboard. For hours. Days. Weeks. I have personally probably spent about 10-20 hours on EACH INDIVIDUAL chapter of Winter Song. Some of the later chapters took more than that. Those are hours I didn’t spent with my family or friends. When you make that sacrifice and no one bothers to acknowledge it…well, to be blunt, it kind of hurts. Being ignored is a terrible feeling.

Though many authors write simply because it makes them happy, there is nothing more encouraging than to get a comment, even if it’s just a smiley face or one word to say “Thanks!” It means A LOT.

I’ve been feeling frustrated myself because my fic Drive is not getting the same attention as my other fic. But I try to remind myself that that’s not why I’m writing it. I’m writing it because I find enjoyment in these characters. The kudos and comments don’t matter. The joy I get from Victor and Yuuri … that’s why I do it. So I’m going to keep doing it as long as they give me joy.

When writing isn’t fun anymore, it’s important to find a way to make it fun again. If that means taking a step back for a while, then that’s okay. If that means starting a new story to refresh your creativity, sometimes that helps, too. That’s why I started Drive.

I hope your friend is finding a way to be happy. Hopefully that will mean returning to writing soon. <3

Support fanfic authors, guys. One word. That’s all it takes to make an author’s day and make them want to write more.

Happy Birthday, @damelola! May this year be extra special for you. Please enjoy some birthday messages as well as some fanworks we have made for you.

AO3 Collection: GreatDame2017
Banner by @abydosdork and @txnmcky

@abcooper:

happy birthday lola-pie! I like ur face! <3 Coop

@blackpandaops:

Happy Birthday Lola. I am so grateful for all you contribute to this fandom. I eagerly gobble up your fic the moment I see it posted on Tumblr.  Though I am terrible about commenting, it always brightens my day.

@bridgetteirish:

Happy Birthday to my Perfect Pen Pal.  You bring me such joy.  I’m happy to celebrate the day you were born.  Here’s to a million more letters, headcanons, fics and laughs.
Mwah!

@cassiopeiasara:

Happy Birthday Lola dear! I hope it’s full of laughter, fun and continued success. You are not only a fantastic writer but one of my favorite people. Many blessings as you enter a new year! I am so thankful for your talent and your friendship

@dinovia-grant:

Lola,

Your writing inspires me and your generosity humbles me. Thank you for your indomitable spirit, your talent, and your friendship. Happy Happy Birthday!

Erin/DiNovia

@iblamethenubbins:

Happy birthday Lola!

Thank you so much for all the stories. We’re so lucky to have you in this fandom to keep the SuperCat torch alive. Your updates always brighten up my day. Have a brilliant day, hun. And may the Grant Snark be with you always.

ps: actual depiction of me anytime I see a Notting Hill or Ballet AU
(ノ´ヮ´)ノ*:・゚✧

xxx
Valentina

@inspectorboxer:

Happy Birthday, Lola! Hope you have a fantastic day filled with all the Supercat goodness you can handle!

@kara-lesbihonest:

Happy birthday to the diva who lets me constantly dump filth into your window and calls it inspiration.;)

@kine88:

Happy, happy birthday!

You’re always a voice of reason, respectful and your writing is awe-inspiring. You deserve all the best in life and I hope your day will be filled with good food and lots of laughter.

Regards, a huge fan of you and your writing.

@krystalgoderitch:

Thanks for all the porn 😘

@kuromikoneko:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE MARY POPPINS OF FANDOM, LOLA. I am so glad you write for SuperCat and you write them so brilliantly! I love how interwoven and beautiful The Ballet AU is with both show canon things and freakin’ THEATRE THINGS!!! My two weaknesses right now (aside from Sanvers being adorable cuties). I’m also super glad that we’ve gotten the chance to talk this past month or so. It’s absolutely Mayka’s fault (as it always is, eh?) but has been a fantastic experience getting to know you and to bond over our mutual dislike of the other fandom, of our love and devotion for theatre and our thoughts on SuperCat.

@lost-your-memory:

Happy birthday Lola!

You are the most precious person I ever came across within the Supergirl’s fandom. You have a unique way with words and it makes you such an incredibly talented writer, sometimes I can’t believe how good your fictions are. Every single one is different but it’s deep and perfectly crafted and it echoes in me in ways I couldn’t possibly find elsewhere. I don’t have a favourite because all of them are pure gold but lately, I’m very invested in The Music and The Mirror. Thank you for everything.
You are a caring, kind, sassy and absolutely amazing soul and I’m fangirling over your existence.
You are a beautiful person, Lola.
Joyeux anniversaire ♥

@mitski:

happy birthday lola! you deserve all the fun and goodness in the worldd. i love all your fics!! thank you for helping keep the supercat fandom sane <3 <3 <3

@octoplods:

Happy Birthday Lola from Octo!!  Thank you for being an absolute blessing and sharing your incredible writing with us, giving us hours and hours and HOURS of glorious absorbing worlds and entertainment. Have an AWESOME day and be merry!!

@pinkrabbitpro:

Happy Birthday!

Many thanks for all your wonderful efforts in fandom, both creating great stuff for us all to enjoy and share, and helping and encouraging others.

So here’s hoping you enjoy a year of health and happiness. Much luck to your new book and any other new stuff you grace us with, and may you have many more years of creativity and fun to come! Also many more memes because…Cat Grant and her pen definitely was a hit!

Good luck and much happiness in all you do,
PinkRabbitPro (Barb)

@poppyssupergirl:

Happy Birthday Lola,

One of the first fics I read in the Supergirl fandom was So I Can Call (Just to Tell ‘Em I’m Fine). Needless to say, I was hooked. Your writing style is glorious. I always look forward to your stories; I’ve seen very few writers who understand their characters so completely. Your writing was one of the reasons I started writing again. I do hope you enjoy this birthday surprise and thank you for all you’ve given this fandom.

-PoppysSuperGirl

@residentgeekmonkey:

Happy birthday, Lola! I hope your birthday is as awesome as you. I absolutely love everything you write. You never fail to amaze me with your words inside fic and out.

I reread Asking Too Much probably too much, haha. But I still get chills reading it. Honestly I’m still not over chapter 17. Chapter 17 has gone down in history in my book and will forever be iconic to me. And I still laugh so hard every single time I read the ‘See ya!’ line by Alex at the end. Always has me cackling. The way you wrote Kara fully embracing Supergirl and starting the Supercenter, god. It’s freaking GENIUS. It’s so unique to everything else I’ve read. I still stumble and get mindblown thinking about it and rereading it, that storyline is just so brilliant.

I’ve never gotten around to writing my own fics, but I remember when I was really thinking about writing, you were so supportive and offered your help if I ever needed any. Thank you so much for that.

I really appreciate just how genuine you are and enjoy how outspoken you are. You truly are amazing and hope your birthday goes awesome, you deserve it. Happy birthday, Lola <3

@rtarara:

Lola,

Happy Birthday! May it be filled with things as fabulous as you are though that will be super hard because that is a very short list of things. All the best in the coming year. I love you muchly and am glad I get the chance to know you. Also I’m glad that I get to read the rich worlds and stories that you create. It’s consistently amazing and I’m happy it’s being recognized with your snazzy new book deal :D  

XOXO
Bex

@spaceshipsarecool:

Happy birthday Lola!! I hope you have a wonderful day and get to eat all the cupcakes. My favorite fic of yours is With An Open Hand, because I love the playful version of Kara who is not afraid to push further with Cat to get what she wants… and also for the pen!kink, never forget the pen!kink :P

Of course I love all your other supercat fics as well. The Music and the Mirror is brilliantly done, and I get so excited for each update. Thank you for all the time you spend writing and headcanoning and overall spreading the supercat joy. And once more, happy birthday!

-Trish

@subcutaneous7:

Happy birthday, Lola! Thank you for all of the beautiful work you share with us, for the insight and energy you bring to the SuperCat fandom, and for being such a kind and supportive person. Your writing and your presence are deeply cherished. Hope you have a great day and the best year yet to come.

@supercat-trash:

Lola, happy birthday. Again, I want to say thank you. Your kindness and never-ending support made it possible for me to get the confidence and post my work on AO3 and Tumblr for the world to see. You are a fantastic fanfic writer and an all around amazing person. You are a wonderful human being and I’m so glad that I have the pleasure and privilege to have met you and talked to you. Honestly, the world could use a lot more people like you in it. I hope you have a fantastic birthday. You’re the absolute best and you do so much for everyone around you, even strangers who you meet in passing. Happy Birthday, Lola. I hope its a good one!

@thetemptationisstrong:

I hope you have a wonderful birthday Lola! I’m a big fan of your writing. I especially love how you come up with new and exciting ways to bring Kara and Cat together in your stories. Thank you for sharing your gifts and amazing talent, and for all of the things you do for this fandom. :D

@writetherest:

Dearest, Darlingest Lola,

According to Facebook, we have been friends for over 7 years. Honestly, that surprises me because it feels like we’ve been friends for as long as I can remember.

I truly don’t have the words to tell you what you mean to me or how grateful I am to Dolly or whatever other deity it was that brought us together. I just know that without you, my life would be very, very different. And not in a good way.

We have shared so much over the years. Stopping shows, football in gay bars, your wedding (!!), pokerverse, and all things in between. You are a brilliant writer that everyone in the fandoms you write for is lucky to have and someone who I am so happy I can text at all hours of the day and night to share fic ideas, fandom theories, or just anything that is on my mind. You are snarky and won’t take shit from anyone and you’ve helped me to grow a backbone and be more outspoken myself since I’ve known you. And in the last year, you have been the most wonderful, supportive friend when I needed one the most.

Thank you for always being there for me. I love you to the moon and back, from Mirandy to 9 to 5 to Swan Queen to Supergirl and beyond. I hope you have the most wonderful birthday and I cannot wait to get to see your face in real life and squish you like crazy in like two months.

Love, love, love, always,

Tiff (aka writetherest, but you better freakin’ know that!)

@xxtorchxx:

Lola, 

Happy birthday, sugar lips! I am so glad that once again two fictional characters pushed us together in another fandom. The trash bin has been great and I’m so glad I’ve gotten to know you better. You are one talented, sassy lady. I hope this year is the best yet, with many more to come. I heart your face!! <3 - Torch

anonymous asked:

Maybe a fic about Tom getting the hiccups, but when he hiccups, he sets fire onto something, or accidentally casts some sort of spell, and Marco needs to figure out how to help? (By the way you're amazing, I absolutely love your fics!)

Aww you’re so sweet! And this was such a cute little idea! Sorry it’s short, it’s just one of those little snipit fafnfics! I hope you enjoy it! I really enjoyed writing it!


“What was that?” Marco asked, looking over at Tom. Tom had his hand clapped over his mouth, but he hiccuped again, only for another flare of flames to spark from his hair. Marco gasped and smiled big. “Tom! That is the cutest thing I have ever seen!” Marco gushed.

“No it’s not!” Tom cried. But he hiccuped again and fire puffed out all around him. He looked over at Marco and blushed violently. “Stop smiling like that!” Tom yelled, but his case was ruined when another hiccup cut him off. Fire flared out and his hair remained in flames.

“Awww! Tommy!” Marco gushed and took out his phone. He began recording the demon having hic hiccupping fit. “You’re so cute!” He giggled.

“Stop it Marco! I’m not cute!” Tom exclaimed. He erupted into a hiccupping fit and each time he did, another burst of flames would swirl from his hair and this time his hands. Marco giggled some more. Tom tried to say something, but was cut off by his hiccups.

“Tom, do you need a glass of water or something?” Marco offered, still smiling.

“No Marco *hic* I’m fine! *Hic* Just stop *hic* I AM FEARSOME! *Hic*” Tom hiccupped again, this time harder so he fell off the couch. Marco laughed and saw the burned up couch and carpet from where he was sitting.

“Hang on, hang on.” Marco told him. Tom tried to hold his breath, but just kept getting cut off by aggressive hiccups. Marco giggled and came back into the living room with a spoonful of peanut butter. “Here, eat this.” Marco offered. Tom looked at him oddly and Marco rolled his eyes. “Just trust me it works.” He assured.

Tom took the spoon and put it in his mouth. It  was sticky and Tom acte sort of like a puppy when you give them peanut butter. He kept chewing oddly and making a weird face. Marco raised an eyebrow and looked at him sweetly. “Are you a puppy?” He asked. Tom opened his mouth to say something, but the peanut butter got in the way so he just kept chewing oddly, making Marco laugh.

Finally Tom finished the peanut butter and smiled. “My hiccups are gone!” He beamed, making an excited face. Marco gushed at how cute Tom’s smile was.

“I told you it would work.” Marco giggled. He took the spoon and Tom stopped him.

“Wait! Wait!” Tom said quickly. Marco tilted his head and Tom blushed. “Can I have some more peanut butter?” he asked shyly. Marco shook his head, smiling, and got Tom the jar from the kitchen. The demon smiled happily and took another spoonful, chewing on it still with that confused face. Like this time he expected it to be different.

“Why are you so cute, Tom?” Marco asked. Tom kept chewing his spoon and spoke with his mouth full.

“I am not cute… I am a fearsome demon!” Tom exclaimed. “Do you have any more peanut butter?”

th3butterfliesarefree  asked:

I'm trying to find a fic but i just remember this one scene where Phichit tells Yuuri that Yuuri is kinda cold hearted/unapproachable around anyone that's isn't me (Phichit) and he reminds yuuri how he pushed a girl when she hugged him... I love your blog it helped me find so many nice fic that i might have overlooked

It could be ‘Cause I’m a Taker, 'Cause I’m a Giver, It’s Only Nature by ken_ichijouji (dommific)!

anonymous asked:

hi!! i love your blog so much!! can you help me find a fic where stiles helped this fae from getting attacked or something and then she gives him a 'gift' in which everyone is super attracted to him except for derek because he is used to being attracted to stiles? thanks!!

@cathcer1984 says it’s this one!

Originally posted by shownspencer

Miner For Truth and Delusion by blacktofade

(1/1 I 20,978 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles stumbles across what he thinks is a cult in the preserve and ends up cursed so that everyone wants to get with him. It makes it harder for him to get things back to normal, but luckily there’s one person who’s unaffected.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I love your blog and was hoping you could help me find a fic? It was during hogwarts and james found out abt remus and sirius and was a jerk abt it. He refused to talk to them and said a lot of insults. Peter was nice to them but also followed around james a lot. I think something happened and sirius (?) almost got hurt and that made jamea realize that he should listen to lily and not be a jerk?? I'm sorry Idk how else to explain and I can't find it for the life of me ;;

Thank you anon, and I can try. :) Not 100% on this one, but most of what you’re describing fits this fic: 

Of Brothers and Boyfriends, by Amuly
After winter break sixth year James finds Sirius and Remus in bed together. He is disgusted and horrified to discover the true nature of their relationship, which they had been keeping secret for years. As the first rumblings of war begin to infringe on the edge of the Marauders’ awareness, Sirius struggles to reconcile the two most important men in his life: his brother and his boyfriend. Sometimes choosing between them is easy, sometimes more difficult, but what will happen when real danger threatens, and Sirius’ choice means the difference between life and death?

anonymous asked:

Hey, I just listened to the Russian version of "Belle" and MAN that seems like such a self-fullfilling prophecy! Like roughly "I'm a man cursed to never be loved. I'm fated to forever suffer hellish suffering"(no joke, they used three different words for suffering in this line SO EXTRA). And of COURSE the chorus:"I'd sell my soul to the devil for a single night with you"...I know you said that this song for Viktor is just about Desire, but I cannot help but wonder and theorise XD Love your fic!

The Russian version of Belle is so good, I love it so much!