#oldfics

this is my fic archive. post date is listed in description.

please note: these fics & their layouts will not be updated. these posts have been moved to archive because they are not my style anymore. <3

⤷ harry potter

sebastian sallow

study sesh - your boyfriend wasn't one to study, but when he spilled ink on your notes, he became the biggest pout ever. - 2.4k (2023)

spoil me - after a long night in the common room, snuggling with sebastian turns into a bit more unholy activity. - 5.1k | 18+ (2023)

⤷ the hunger games

peeta mellark

capitol lights - two nights before the 74th hunger games, you enter peeta's room, both annoyed and scared at what lies ahead of you. in a moment, you realize that peeta can't lose you, and you can't lose him. - 1.6k | 18+ (2023)

dazzling skylines - happily ever after the rebellion, you and peeta have a picnic on a hill outside victor's village at sunset, full of love, kisses, homemade bread, and strawberries. - 1k (2023)

inexperienced - it's your first time, and your boyfriend, peeta, is determined to make sure your first time is magical. - 2.9k | 18+ (2023)

kids forever - you realize you're in love with your childhood best friend while you try to stifle him with a pillow. - 1.8k (2023)

painter - peeta ran out of canvases, but can't he just make you a canvas? - 1.2k (2023)

finnick odair

shameless - you attend a celebration party for your boyfriend's 10th anniversary as a hunger games victor, his charisma leads you to your first time. - 2.6k | 18+ (2023)

he knows best - after learning everything there is to know about you, finnick is tired of acting like you never had something. he's determined to make you realize that you need each other again. - 3.6k | 18+ (2023)

Raindrops beat down upon his coniferous shelter, driving through his thin cloak and soaking Jaskier to the bone. Fingers freezing, white, numbed, he tucked them under the edges of the material, hoping for some small pocket of warmth to reveal itself. No such luck.

    Shivering, teeth chattering violently together, Jaskier huddled further into himself, knees curled to his chest. Water ran down his face and dripped into his eyes, leaving him to blink foggily into the twilight gloom.

    On his back, strapped tightly under his cloak, his lute cowered in its case. Distantly, the worry of water-damage ruining his beautiful instrument poked at his mind, but Jaskier was too muddled to focus on it. He’d been travelling for days, and while he wasn’t too hungry, he was incredibly cold.

    Ever since Geralt had yelled at him on that mountain, told him to leave, Jaskier had been surviving by himself. Though it hadn’t been pleasant, he’d been building fires, cooking his own catches, sleeping with one eye open and avoiding Nilfgaardian soldiers. Now, stuck in the downpour, he was exhausted, alone and miserable.

    Being an elf – a secret he’d kept well from Geralt, though one he regretted keeping now – he was skilled at surviving in nature. While he gave off an air of incompetence, it was all in his act. Of course he could hunt. Of course he could fight. What use would an elf be that didn’t have those skills? The differences was, between Jaskier and his people, that Jaskier didn’t like hunting things, he didn’t like hiding from people, and he certainly didn’t like the brutality of sword-craft.

Just reread after almost 2 years “Full house” of @drreporting.

Waking up was a chore, his eyes stuck fast together. It took what felt like hours to peel them apart, wincing at the pain as he did so. Cursing himself internally – he was a witcher, he was meant to be strong enough to ignore a slight sting – he wrestled himself upright, groaning loudly when he felt the pain blooming bright like a flower across his chest.

    Surprising him further, gentle hands reached out, grasping his shoulders and urging him back down. A familiar voice hushed him, soothing him back into the pillow, and in his confused, hazy state, Lambert let them. It had been so long since anyone had touched him so soothingly, so kindly, and it was hard to resist their directions. Even healers, people who took a vow to heal, to do no harm, often treated witchers with only the bare minimum required of them by their profession.

    Pressed back against downy pillows, propped further upright than he had been against the headboard, Lambert took the opportunity to peer around the room.

Rain pelted Eskel as he forced his way through the storm, Scorpion wearily trudging behind him. The drops were the size of peas, and the only upside Eskel could find was that the water was warm enough. It was a summer storm, after all.

    However, the rain had come on almost too fast to be natural, barely any humidity hailing it in. Lightning flashed, illuminating the path ahead, a path that was now churned and ankle-deep in mud, no longer the gentle dusty road Eskel and Scorpion had been walking along together.

    Worse, there was no shelter. Barely a bush lined the sides of the road, open moorland stretching vast and empty on either side of them. In the distance, a lightning flashed, fire caught, and then dimmed, the rain suffocating it’s light. It was for the best, Eskel knew. Better the rain put the fire out than have it rage across the moor, eating any living thing that came before it.

    “What?” he asked eventually, almost snappish. He hadn’t meant to sound like that, but Dean could be so annoying sometimes, especially when he was acting like he knew something Sam didn’t. “What are you shaking your head like that for?”

    “Come on, Sammy,” Dean’s grin was teasing. Grimy windows didn’t let in all that much light, and the sconces weren’t doing a very good job of lighting the room, but Dean’s grin was brilliantly bright, enough that it brought some sunshine into the room itself. It made Sam suspicious. “You can’t tell me you don’t see it.”

“Hey, Samshine!” Gabriel’s voice rang out through the halls of the Bunker, cheerful as it always was. Ever since they’d rescued Gabriel from Asmodeus when Castiel had come to them after dealing with Metatron, claiming that the archangel was still alive, he’d stayed with them. At first he was recovering from his grace loss and injuries, but after that he’d just stuck around, claiming that they needed someone on their side with power, if they were going up against that ‘douchewad’ Metatron. From then on, Gabriel had stuck to Sam like glue. That day was no exception. “I have something for you.”

    Hiding in the library, Sam groaned quietly into his book. It wasn’t that he didn’t like Gabriel; he actually had a bit of a thing for the archangel, something that he was definitely not labelling love. They’d made up after Gabriel had apologised for the Mystery Spot incident, and had drawn closer after Gabriel had displayed such extreme outrage over Sam going to Hell with Lucifer and Michael that Cas had had to come and tell him to calm down, as his rumbling grace had been scaring Sam just a little (a lot).

In the darkness behind his eyes, Sam could feel a pressure building. It felt like something was squeezing in his head, filling to the point of bursting and then beyond. When it finally did burst, he sat up with a gasp, hands flying to curl into his scruffy locks. Blinking the dark away, he shifted one hand from his hair, down over his sweat-slick skin and onto the fabric of his t-shirt. His fingers pressed into his chest, trying to soothe his wild-running heart. Behind him, his other hand twisted into the sheets, fingers clawing tightly at the rumpled material.

    Slowly, his breathing became less laboured, his eyes roaming the room less wildly. Calmer, but still tense, he searched the room, eyes darting from corner to corner, shadow to shadow, desperate to ensure that no red eyes were staring out at him. When his search of the room came up clean, he heaved a sigh of relief and buried his face in his hands. Curling forward, eyes screwed shut tight and fingers digging into them, he tried to shake the last vestiges of his nightmare from his mind.

    After a few minutes, he finally felt calm enough to uncover his face.

    It was dark in his room, darker than it ordinarily would be.