epistolary

In which Stiles learns to Stalk That Stalk. (Or, how to accidentally woo your unfriendly neighborhood alpha in roughly five hundred handwritten steps.)

Day 3: Flowers “I promise you. I promise I’ll come back.” He promises, George thinks wistfully. He promises such a thing- to offer George with his word on something, to uphold it. It’s as if he’s saying that he’ll give the world to him, just for him. But somewhere is the lingering thought in George's mind is that he won't come back. That the cruel war that had riddled their land will take him too, and he will be left aching and worry-worn. George shivers at the thought. Of a life without him. “You promise?" That you’ll come home to me? And as if he heard those unspoken words. Dream beams at him. “I promise. You won’t even notice that I was gone, my love.” George lets out a wet and broken laugh at the overly romantic pet name that he associates with his beloved. Dream does so too, before pulling him back into his embrace. They stay there for a bit. The war can wait. “I promise I’ll be waiting.” (or, the war au with letters and oscar wilde quotes.)

oHI FUCHKED UPI FUUCKED UPYOUR'E NOT NAMJOON yeahwhat I've been trying to tell you or the one in which Jimin accidentally texts the guy he has a crush on *available to read in multiple languages, check notes

Oikawa texts the wrong number when complaining about Ushijima, and then keeps texting Iwaizumi.

-AU- Marinette Dupain-Cheng's life isn't going as planned: twenty-six, recently dumped, and running her parents' bakery. The highlights of her day are the emails sent by her mysterious pen pal, Chat Noir. That is, until handsome model Adrien Agreste starts swinging by the bakery after hours. But how is he to know the Ladybug he loves is standing right in front of him?

Captain America respectfully requests that all complaints be addressed to him in writing. On paper, the nice old-fashioned way, because the computer screen hurts his eyes. Put your phone down, Tony. Originally written as a daily epistolary serial, September 19, 2013-September 19, 2014. NOW COMPLETE.

Desmond accidentally strands himself in distant future, where the Solar System has been long ago abandoned, and humans have spread themselves across the stars.

Sephiroth finally manages to kill everyone during one of his many returns from the dead. He is a badass, nearly all powerful god of destruction and completely bored out of his oh so perfect, superior mind now that he’s gotten his way. He starts missing his fights with his only rival and the entertainment they provided but cannot pull the other away from a protective lifestream for long or return him to life. So he decides with nothing better to do and ridiculous amounts of power, he’ll just return them to a point in time when they both were alive and Sephiroth had easy access to manipulate his favorite puppet. Cloud is not happy to find himself a trainee/infantryman again and the other Firsts and upper management cannot for the life of them figure out why the “Great Sephiroth” is stalking the blond and acting like a bratty, bullying seven year old with his first crush.

With Sherlock dead, John eventually (under duress) makes a profile on an online dating site. And falls into a long-distance relationship with an enigmatic partner who reminds him of Sherlock in all the right ways. (Hint: it turns out to be Sherlock.) Updated in real time.

Buck and Ana seem to keep clashing during Eddie's recovery after the shooting. Both turn to Reddit for assistance, and both get answers.

Prince S'chn T'gai Spock of Vulcan, engaged to Prince James Tiberius Kirk of Earth through an arrangement made by their parents many years ago, writes to his intended on the day of his birth in the interest of diplomacy. Jim is not interested in diplomacy. Though there is no precedent set for the commencement of a written correspondence begun due to these specific parameters, I will strive to maintain, to the best of my abilities and with ample preparatory research previously conducted, the appropriate level of formality between us, based on a number of factors, primarily examples of a similar nature.

"How do you feel about your father becoming the number one hero?""He'll always be number two in my heart." In which Todoroki Touya grows up to be a hero, and channels his anger into pettiness instead of villainy.

Howlr is the new dating application enchanting Witches, Wizards and Everyone in between. Are you looking for the one or a one-night stand; it’s all here folks. Howlr is sponsored by Weasley Wizard Wheezes, the same team that brought us the Spellular just two years ago. Ginny Weasley, famed chaser for the Hollyhead Harpies, swears by the app, ‘guaranteed to make sparks fly,’ she says. The magic awaits you!

+82-1-145-0xxx: I Fck FUCK Oh my god Omg im so sorry Omg i mustve put in the wrong number ♡｡･:*:･ﾟ★ Yeonjae ･:*:･ﾟ★｡♡ : Really? Who would’ve thought? Chae Hyungwon receives a text from a stranger swearing at him. It turns out less annoying than he'd ever imagined

+82-1-913-1xxx: Wait Did you say kang yeosang? Shit i knew him in middle school You have his number??? Jung Wooyoung receives a text meant for someone else. He grabs the opportunity with both hands Now with a Russian translation!

After the Department of Mysteries Fiasco, all Harry wants to do is grieve in peace. Unfortunately for him, his friends and family are going to do anything in their power to keep that from happening. The beatings Harry received before the start of 3rd year have started up again now that Sirius is gone. Will his friends be there for him or will he make new friends? Due to infringement Issues with another site, this fic may eventually become locked to members only. Just a warning. No part of this story may be reproduced, copied, modified or adapted, without the prior written consent of the author.

+82-1-227-1xxx: Sorry i mean your Genital organ inspired interior decor object Love your description lol Anyway id like to buy it Are u willing to go lower on the price? +82-1-901-0xxx: I’m sorry I’m not selling a Whatever it is you’re looking to buy You’ve got the wrong number A stranger texts Qian Kun asking about an ad. Things go from there Now with Russian and Chinese translations!

I, ___________________________, hereby acknowledge that this form represents my wishes should I contract phytoaphrodisiac-induced delirium (hereafter referred to as “PAID”) during engagements with or while apprehending Dr. Pamela Lillian Isley (“Poison Ivy”). - The bats have a sex pollen release form. Because of course they do.

Wei Wuxian dies at twenty-two and doesn’t come back. Lan Wangji dies in an “unfortunate accident” in a temple in Yunping at thirty-seven. The world moves on. Thousands of years later, Wei Ying and Lan Zhan have a senior thesis in cultivation to co-write on the Yiling Patriarch. It doesn’t go exactly how they were expecting.-“I still do not understand why you were able to read the journal in the first place,” Lan Zhan says. Wei Ying grins. “You’ll laugh,” he says. He won’t, of course. Lan Zhan doesn’t laugh. But maybe he can swing a smile. “It’s because of the name thing. He wrote his name into the scrambling talisman. So it says that no one can undo the lock but Wei Ying.” He hooks a thumb at himself. Everyone’s always said his name is unlucky. This is the first time it’s worked out in his favor. It’s not a coincidence either; apparently his mother thought it would be funny. Mrs. Yu had told him that with a curl in her lip, as if it didn’t make him wish he knew his parents even more.

An anonymous benefactor makes a generous donation to Harry Potter's School for Squibs in exchange for a weekly letter from the Boy Who Lived. What begins as a chore soon becomes the only outlet Harry has to talk about the war, love, life, hope, redemption, his renewed obsession with a certain blonde nemesis and how he really, honestly, believes that this will be the year Puddlemere United reclaim the Quidditch League Cup.

In the summer of 1941, with the country on the brink of war, diner waiter Stiles meets Derek Hale, an army soldier just passing through Beacon Hills.

It's been nine years since graduation. Nine years since Hermione Granger last saw Draco Malfoy—maybe that's why she can't take her eyes off of him when he walks into the club. A Dramione story full of subtext, mutual pining, and abiding love—told through texting and narrative

September 1997. Hogwarts is under the regime of Voldemort and the Carrows. Finding himself alienated by both his friends and his supposed enemies, Draco puts quill to parchment, and writes letters. He addresses them to the only person he can think of, as Hogwarts rapidly falls into chaos and ruin: Harry Potter. He goes to great lengths to ensure the letters are never discovered, and he’s pretty certain he’s done a great job.Until the day of his trial.PodFic available!

One slip of the thumb means that Tony just texted a picture of his dick to Captain America instead of his casual hookup. Which is just as well because the guy hates him anyways. It's certainly the weirdest way he's ever managed to break the ice.

“Oh stop being all Alpha-y.” She flexes her foot, rolling her ankle as if to prove a point, and he doesn’t miss the wince that crosses her expression. “You aren’t my Alpha, and you definitely aren't my soulmate,” she mutters. He can’t help but let out a dry laugh. “Thank god for small mercies.”

I’m a Jaskier Rivia stan first and a person second@whitewolfpackleaderDid @bardofficial win a Grammy? No. But he DID put his husband in a leather tunic for the red carpet and in that sense, we’re all winners tonight

The smallfolk had a saying: ‘Royce brides meet a cold end when they take a dragonlord to wed.’ Alyssa believed House Royce was happily rid of Targaryens after Jeyne Arryn sent Rhea's overgrown cave worm of a husband skulking from the Eyrie, denying his claim to Runestone. In the years following her cousin's passing, Alyssa's troubles numbered few around the lovely old heap of stone called home...until a letter arrived. The rest, as the maesters would one day write, is history.

One of the world’s largest retailers is opening a store on his street. A bookstore. He looks down at the article in his hand again and catches sight of a phrase: “We hope that people will see this as more than a bookstore, and hope to foster a sense of community.” As if Henry Fox-Mountchristen has any concept of what community means. Alex very narrowly does not break something. (When global mega-retailer Mountchristen opens a new location—led by the infuriatingly attractive and insufferable Henry Fox-Mountchristen—near his LGBTQ-focused bookshop in Soho, Alex's comfortable life is turned upsided down. Luckily, he has one of his best friends to turn to: a guy he met online and knows only as H. Meanwhile, Henry is battling against his family to make a positive difference in the world and falling further in love with a man he's never met. But... what if they changed that? Yes, it's a You've Got Mail AU.)

Harry decides to write to Voldemort in a bid to get him to calm down and stop giving him migraines so he can actually focus on his schoolwork. The consequences of this decision change everything.

For years, Draco has been complacent. His career is on track, his future is arranged, and he's adapted to the darkness plaguing his restless nights. When paired with Hermione Granger on a top secret project, he begins to question if the comfort of familiarity is enough. As long nights dwindle and their connection grows, she shines a light on possibilities he's never imagined.

In the course of her adventures, Bilbo finds herself pregnant. Without an offer of marriage from Thorin, she returns to the Shire to raise the child with the help of her family. The King Under the Mountain is heartbroken that Bilbo chooses to leave Erebor, but he cannot blame her. Not after he tried to kill her. There was a time when she would have proposed marriage, but that time is clearly past. If all he can have of her are her letters, then he will be grateful for the missives. Getting these two to talk just might take divine intervention. Or the intervention of a particularly interested child.

Being a correspondence between Albus P.W.B. Dumbledore, Grand Sorcerer, Supreme Mugwump, etc., and the prisoner Gellert Grindelwald, of some decades in length.

From a young age, Wei Wuxian has told himself and anyone who will listen that he’s never getting married. Then he gets off on the wrong foot with the cold, aloof, wealthy, irritatingly pretty Hanguang-jun. After that, Wei Wuxian tells himself he’s definitely never getting married. (A Pride & Prejudice-inspired AU.)

At eight years old Draco crashes his broom into Hermione’s treehouse. A dramione story told through diary entries starting at 8 yrs old and spanning the Hogwarts years. About secrets and magic and a devotion that nothing can break