Greetings to all you lovely folk! My name is Soma and I'm one of the Co-owners of this account! An inspiring writer who's always looking for a challenge.
I generally write a little a bit of everything! Be it pure unadulterated fluff, or pure whorish debauchery! With that said, I am an 18+ creator and I do ask that minors do not interact with my works. Said not only to protect myself, but also others.
Fandom (Plus specific characters) I am able and willing to write for!
Baldur's Gate III:
-Astarion
-Gale
-Wyll
-Halsin
-Shadowheart
-Karlach
-Lae'zel
-Minthara
(Side character/NPC)
-Dammon
-Raphel
-Gortash
-Orin
Watch dogs 2:
-Wrench
-Marcus
-Sitara
-Josh (Platonic)
God of War Ragnarok:
-Kratos
-Freya
-Heimdall
(Purely Platonic)
-Atreus/Loki
-Angrboda
Hogwarts legacy(All Platonic):
-Sebastian Sallow
-Ominis Gaunt
- Garreth Weasley
-Amit Thakkar
-Poppy Sweeting
As of now, these are the Fandoms in which I am able and willing to write for! This last is also subject to change! If there are any specific characters or pieces of media you'd like, don't hesitate to reach out through our ask box! It is possible that I'd be able to branch out to a different piece of media if requested!
Hi, I'm Chase, co-owner of this account, They/Them/She
I will try my best to write anything requested and will let you guys know if I'm capable of it/comfortable with it, smut, fluff, angst, etc
I also ask please that minors do not interact with my work, to protect me and others
Reader will usually be Fem or gn, these are the fandoms and characters I’ll write for:
The Last of Us:
-Abby Anderson
-Ellie Williams
-Abby x Ellie x Reader
Scream:
-Ethan Landry
-Ethan x Chad x Reader {possibly, not confident with writing for Chad}
-Samantha Carpenter
Doctor Who:
-Clara Oswald
Bottoms:
-Hazel Callahan {no smut}
Marvel:
-Wanda Maximoff
You:
-Love Quinn
Harry Potter:
-Severus Snape
-Poly Marauders {James, Sirius, Remus}
-George Weasley
-Ginny Weasley
-Draco Malfoy
-Hermione Granger
-Possibly Mattheo Riddle, but I'm not too confident in my writing abilities for him
I also don't mind writing polyamory between the other characters and reader, just NO incest with Ginny and George please
*All of these will be written based on their movie counterparts, I have yet to finish reading the series {almost done with Cos}, but eventually as I continue reading, the writing may change, all I know very clearly is that Hermione was a SAVAGE in the books and will write her as so regardless!!
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Warnings: Swearing obviously, reader and Mel run into some infected, but it’s nothing they can’t handle, fluffy ending, just pure Christmas fluff
Written by Chase
Christmas was usually the only holiday anyone liked at the WLF compound, and Halloween, mainly because Owen would scavenge for shitty costumes he found in abandoned shops to try and scare you and Abby with. Christmas, however, was most precious to Abigail Anderson, wanting to spend it with people she loved the most. Snow had to be in her top 3 favourite things about the beloved holiday, and you tried your best to take advantage of that.
On your last patrol with Owen and Mel, you asked them to help you scour a nearby music store for some Christmas records or tapes, wanting to find one with a specific song you knew she loved, ‘Let it Snow’. She talked about how her dad would sing it during Christmas time when she was younger. She may have outgrown the cheesy singing from her dad, but she definitely didn’t outgrow her love for the holiday and the music to go with it, and you had made it your mission to find something that had that song on it.
Mel was more than happy to help, she knew how much Abby meant to you; Owen, however, didn’t care much to help, and just kept watch at the outpost you three had been stationed at, because someone did have to patrol while you two went off on your own.
“Hey, this is a Christmas one!” Mel said gleefully, causing you to look over at the record she flashed toward you.
You scanned the songs on it and sighed in annoyance, not over Mel, but over the lack of such a classic holiday song not being on any of the records you found so far, “No ‘Let it Snow’, this is frustrating, ugh, I just wanna make her happy, ya know?”
Mel nodded with understanding, she knew how it felt to want to make someone you loved happy with something so little, so mundane, and possibly fail to do so. “We can check over there,” she pointed to the building next door, which contained more music, a spot neither of you had checked out before.
“There might be infected, we haven’t cleared that area yet,” you said, then thought to yourself before speaking once more, “but I won’t give up! Hopefully it’s something we can handle, I mean, we’ve made it this far.”
And so you two had set off to make your way to the other side of the building without telling Owen, knowing you guys would make it in and out without a hassle, probably. The two of you were known to go off on your own adventures sometimes and pull them off without a hitch.
Once you both made it to the entrance for the building, you realised you had to climb over in through the window above. Boosting Mel up first so she could open the door, she shushed you immediately, “Fuck, Clickers. As quiet as a mouse.” she looked at you and you nodded in response. There were only about three of them in the room, so you and Mel snuck up behind the two closest ones and shived them, then made your way to kill the last one.
“Easy peasy lemon squeezy,” you said, wiping your hands together.
“The fuck does that mean?” Mel asked while laughing.
You shrugged and said, “I don’t know, it’s something I heard one of the older people in our camp say, it’s a saying from the old world I assume. Weird as shit, but I thought this was a chance to use it.” you and Mel laughed together before setting out to find more records in the store.
“Oh shit!” you exclaimed gleefully, “I fucking found it! It’s in CD form though. Do we have those back at base?” you asked, and Mel nodded, smiling, “Fuck yeah, she’s gonna fucking love this!” you couldn’t contain your excitement, alerting a runner to come straight at you, tackling you to the ground. Trying to wrestle it off of you, Mel instead whipped out her gun and shot it, “Smart move,” you said sarcastically, as you pushed the now dead infected off.
“What? There aren’t anymore around, clearly, I think we’re good. Let’s finish our patrol and get back to base.”
Once the three of you finished clearing out the areas necessary, Owen saw what you held in your hand and gave a small laugh, “Wow, you actually fucking did it,” not believing that you’d be able to find what you were looking for.
You waved it tauntingly in front of his face. “Well duh, I’m clearly a better partner than you ever were,” he clutched his chest, pretending to be heartbroken over it, causing all 3 of you to laugh. He and Mel were a better pairing, as he and Abby fizzled out quickly, and she had most definitely moved on the second she met you.
Back at the stadium, Abby was in her room waiting for you to come back safe and sound. Her door swung open, revealing you covered in snow, causing her to jump up and attack you with a hug, “Thank fucking god!” she said, happy to see you alive.
“You say that everytime I go out for patrol,” you said, rolling your eyes once you pried her off, laughing slightly.
“And I fucking mean it,” just then, she spotted the CD in your hand, ready to grab at it, but you held it behind your back before she could, “Come on, what is it?” she pleaded with curiosity.
“Just get out the CD player,” you lovingly ordered while shedding your heavy coat and snow pants, revealing a cosy sweater and leggings underneath. “Switch it to track 3” you said as you handed the CD over to her.
She obeyed and walked over to you, speaking up the second she heard what song it was, “Oh you didn’t,” her eyes widened as you grabbed her by the hand, “you fucking did?” she asked, clearly knowing the answer.
“Yes, I fucking did,” emphasising the swear word to mock her constant use of it, “Mel and I found a music shop, and I got to thinking, what if I found your favourite Christmas song? We went through a bit for it, I almost died ya know,” you joked, causing her to playfully punch your arm.
You held her hand in yours as the other snaked around her waist, causing her to lean into your touch. She was the happiest she had ever been, that damn smile on her face making your heart jump; you would do anything to see your girlfriend smile, to make her happy.
You spun her around and pulled her toward you, faces closer than ever, whispering, “Merry Christmas Abby,”
Her breath in your face was warm, a lovely contrast to the cold you felt only some time ago “Merry Christmas, Mi amor” she whispered back, clearly picking some Spanish up from Manny.
You looked into each other's eyes lovingly, sealing your first dance with a soft and tender kiss, never wanting the moment to end, and it seemed as if it never would, thank god for the replay button.
