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sketchguk · 8 months

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part time lover (moodboard)

➳ pairing: investigative journalist!jeongguk x daycare teacher!reader. alternatively, spy!jeongguk x assassin!reader

➳ genre: smut, fluff, angst, fake marriage au, dad au, spy x family au

➵ word count: 465 (teaser) / 30.8k

➳ summary: there is no crime more perfect than marrying jeon jeongguk. your relationship is nothing more than a ruse - while your friends pester you for being perpetually single, jeongguk desperately needs a wife to complete the pristine image of a family, fooling his way through the parent interview at the nation’s most prestigious private school.

only time will tell how deep your lies will run as you find home in one another’s minds. because untangled in the moonlight, he is but a spy, exposing a secret world of corruption, and you, an assassin, ridding the streets of danger one hit at a time.

➳ warnings: themes of parenthood, raising a child, reader and jk are both orphans, reader has a past where she struggled with financially supporting her family, eldest daughter trauma, reader is insecure, fears of abandonment, mentions of violence and m*rder (but not explicit), mention of weapons (guns, knives, grenades, poison), jk has a bruise from boxing, descriptions of an explosion, blood is drawn twice (via kitchen knife and shrapnel from aforementioned explosion), (1) mention of weight loss, jk changes his appearance in an attempt to fit in, mention of a minor car crash, social drinking, scars (surgical/knife, bullet wounds), characters are liars for the sake of the plot, side characters are misogynists (satire), food descriptions, pet names (hers: angel, good girl, princess his: love).

➳ publish date: saturday, october 14th 8pm EST

➳ a/n: thank you for all the love you've shown on the teaser. i really didn't expect so much support >.< i hope you're all as excited as i am though !! once again, this is part of the “industry baby” collab! please look forward to all of the other fics in the masterpost 💛

smut warnings below the cut!

➳ smut warnings: virgin reader, sexual tension, body worship, nipple play, marking, oral (f receiving), fingering, hair pulling, unprotected sex, jk has a big dick, praising, stomach bulge, spitting, use of the word slut, marriage kink(?) he loves his wife so much, reader wants to be bred, cumshot

“You can touch me if you want,” he offers.

You’re not as confident as Jeongguk, but oh, how you wish you were.

“Do you want to?” He senses your hesitation, yet you nod your head, affirming.

“I do,” you bite the inside of your cheek. “I want to touch you- feel you.”

Jeongguk wraps his fingers around your wrists, bringing your hands to rest on his broad shoulders. They’re muscular beneath your touch. You curse yourself for letting your mind wander and for letting your panties soak with arousal ー neither of which you can control.

Somehow, you resist the urge to look down at his physique. The sleeves of his shirt are rolled up to the elbows, revealing his strong forearms, adorned by the dark tattoos that coil up his muscles. Your gaze darts across his features, struggling to focus on the starlight in his eyes. You switch between the edge of his jaw, the dip of his neck, and the plump of his lips.

“My eyes are up here, angel.” The corner of his mouth draws into a smile ー so bright and devastatingly beautiful. He hooks a gentle hand beneath your chin, guiding you to meet his stare. “Tell me what you’re thinking about. What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

Your voice is soft, just barely above a whisper. It’s nearly inaudible. “Thinking about what it would be like to kiss you.”

The innocence of your words makes Jeongguk blush. He’s never been the type to be so easily affected. After all, he’s the bold one in the relationship ー confident, decisive, dominant. But you make him weak in the knees.

“You don’t have to ask permission to kiss me.” Jeongguk inches closer, considerate hands squeezing around your waist. “You’re my wife.”

Why does the thought of belonging to Jeongguk make your heart stutter? You’re certain that this is nothing but pretend, yet the only thing that makes you believe this could be real is the soothing circles that Jeongguk draws onto your skin. He’s present. He’s willing. His lips are right there, right in front of you. You could take the leap of faith and close the distance, leaning forward to kiss him.

So you do.

Your eyes are half lidded as you murmur a quiet confession, “I want to kiss you again.” Normally, you wouldn’t dare to be so bold, but you feel drunk on his taste.

“You can do whatever you want to me.” Jeongguk draws you closer, dragging your core onto the apex of his thighs, thick and sturdy. “I like anything that you like. Kissing you. Holding you. Just looking at you,” he shrugs. “And if it wasn’t obvious enough… I like you.”

Jeon Jeongguk makes you absolutely breathless. “Ar- are we still pretending?”

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#jungkook smut #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #bts smut #bts angst #bts fluff #jungkook x reader #jungkook scenario #jungkook #jeon jungkook #bts imagine #bts scenario #bts fanfic #bts fan fic #bts fanfiction #bts fan fiction

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carrymelikeimcute · 7 months

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I'm in my feels again so lets talk about Izzy Hands and violence.

I read a novel ages ago, where an older guy takes a young orphan boy under his wing and teaches him a trade - it's medieval times and said boy becomes a young adult and wants a sword, but his pseudo-father/boss/friend tells him he can't have one, because if he has one, he'll draw it and if he draws it, he could be killed. The safest thing is, paradoxically, to carry no weapons. To learn control of one's temper and control over your surroundings.

The scenes of Izzy and Stede in ep.7 at Jackie's reminded me of that novel.

Obviously Izzy has weapons, tends to put his hand on his sword during arguments and we do see him fighting and killing people. HOWEVER, I think it's really interesting that, given how often we talk about Izzy being repressed (emotionally/sexually/gender-ly) and how controlled he attempts to be, we don't often talk about his controlled approach to violence.

A lot of fic characterises him as someone who is hot tempered and violent, but looking at s1 with fresh eyes, between him and Ed, he's definitely not just the cooler head when it comes to instigating violence, but the one who takes less interest in violence for its own sake as a performance - e.g. Ed's very creative instructions with the tiny fork, the toe thing etc vs Izzy just stabbing Stede. It's a means to an end.

Don't think I'm not saying he has a fucking temper and a half, because he obviously does, but that seems to mostly be vented non-violently through yelling - not yelling at strangers either, but at people he knows and can (usually) judge where the line is.

Until he puts a toe over that line and...oops.

On first meeting Stede, Izzy cuts up his shirt without actually hurting him. It's a threat, but he hasn't drawn blood, hasn't started anything violent...yet. It's almost a display intended to dissuade actual fighting, by showing your potential opponent that they're probably going to lose.

I think one of the reasons Izzy's so annoyed about their losses in the battle with the Spanish is that it's not their fight. They didn't get anything from it - it was pointless (to him, not to Ed obvs). He wants to avoid facing the Spanish again in the following episode, because they stand to lose more than they will gain.

Even when he's actively calling for Ed to kill Stede, he isn't fussy about how. (And he uses manipulation to keep his hands clean - something he does again when selling Ed out to the navy.) Stede needs to be gone, and this is the easiest way to do that. And when he does finally lose it he doesn't just attack Stede without warning - it's within the controlled setting of a duel, which, when Stede starts improvising, breaks down Izzy's control and leads to him becoming emotional, making a mistake and getting his sword broken.

In s2 the pointlessness of the raids is obviously getting to him, disrupting a wedding for no real gain. Losing Ivan for nothing. I don't think the violence is what bothers him, he's a very active participant, but the fact that it's not for anything - it's not enough of a reward in and of itself. (It's like not really caring one way or the other about being a barista, it's just what you do and it's fine, but then suddenly you're not being paid and also your boss keeps burning you with the steam wand on purpose and you just sort of wish you could just get on with your job and make rent like before.)

S1 Izzy seems to lack the whimsy and imagination that Ed/Stede bring to piracy and to violence, but that doesn't make him stupid. They're playing some kind of made-up game that only they know the rules for, and he's trying to play chess with everyone, even when the rules are only a burden to him.

When we see him training, he's being a dramatic candlelit bitch, but he's also measuring his movements, focusing intently and not just hacking away at everything. Even the candles are interesting to me in this context - we see him playing with candles several times in S1/2 and while yes, there is a certain amount of 'Izzy likes pain' in there to unpick, it's also kind of a metaphor for control - fire is one of the most dangerous things to have on a 'wooden vessel' but a candle is like a tiny pet fire that you control - so long as you're careful and respectful. It's all about risk management, respecting dangerous forces and being aware.

When Stede kills Ned, Izzy looks impressed, even seems to smile for a second, but then he looks more subdued and tells Ed that the first kill is a head-fuck. It's like he's proud of Stede being ABLE to kill, but regretful that Stede CHOSE to kill in a situation where it wasn't necessary at all.

I don't think for a moment that Izzy regrets killing most of the people he kills as part of pirate life, but I think he would regret killing someone he didn't have to. Most people wouldn't want to carry that around with them.

We see in ep7. that Izzy is well respected at Jackie's. He tells bigger guys than him to fuck off and just takes people's chairs. He gets called 'Mr. Hands' instead of by his first name. There's a lot of respect there and I think some of it comes from his reputation with Ed, but also, from people knowing that he's not insane - he can be treated respectfully and everything will be fine for all involved. He's not some menace that's going to stab you as likely as pat you on the back.

For all that people are afraid of Blackbeard (and maybe slightly in awe of Stede as of the Ned thing) for their unpredictable natures and occasional violent outbursts, people are still attacking them or pandering to them, actual respect is something else entirely.

Later, Izzy doesn't pull a weapon and tries to discourage Stede from doing so, even tries to get him to leave to prevent a fight from starting. In the fight, he smashes a stool over someone and doesn't just start killing people - it's an appropriate level of violence for the situation, not an escalation.

It feels like Izzy is very much in that place of controlling himself, being aware and knowing when and how to use force practically, proportionally and effectively. This might be age related, but it's also a big part of his personality. I think that's also why he looks impressed by what Zheng does to Steak Knife (rip) because it's so precise, bloodless and quick. She's basically the best captain for him - she's efficient and controlled.

It's easy to confuse 'is willing to kill' with 'is eager to kill'. I don't think Izzy necessarily loathes that part of his job, he seems ambivalent, but it is still a job to him. It's what pirates do, much as the crew of the Revenge do still kill people, it's just part of their life and not some kind of performance or fun activity. It's work, and it's hard and it's unpleasant and if something can be done an easier way - a smarter way - then that's probably the best way.

#ofmd #ofmd spoilers #izzy hands #israel hands #ofmd meta #izzy hands is a character and a half #character discussion #long post

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delusionalmultifandomwriter · 4 months

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Please do a fic where adult jason todd gets comforted under/hidden in Batman’s cape!! the softer the better

your wish is my command (i missed the topic a little but it is super soft so i hope you like it anyways)

requested?: yes (i am so excited about this, ahh!)

words: 1848

Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Joker, Orphan

Oneshot, angst, hurt/comfort

TW: throwing up, violence, implicite self-harm urges (this got a lot darker than i planned it to be)

credits: the dialogue parts of the italic are from Batman: A Death in the Family

Have fun, thank you so much for requesting!

Ressurection is not exactly healthy. Which is not too surprising but still. The Lazarus Pit healed Jason's body, the scars were still there but very pale and barely visible anymore.

But the inner scars stayed, even after Jason and Bruce figured themselves out and came to terms with eachother again. Jason suffered from PTSD, who wouldn't after getting beaten up with a crowbar? The nightterrors and the coldness that randomly appeared every now and then were the worst.

This week started off with a night terror. Nothing uncommon, it happened all the time to almost all off them. Jason was at his own place where he was alone. Maybe he woke up his neighbours but at least not his family. He didn't like them worrying about him.

"What hurts more? A? Or B? Forehand? Or backhand? The crazy laugh echoed through the hall. Robin helplessly tried to craw away, his hands restrained behind his back. His breath whistled as he spit out some blood and mumbled a curse. The Joker chuckled evil and leaned down. A little louder, lamb chop. I think you may have a collapsed lung. That always impedes the oratory. Robin leaned up and spit the Joker into his face. The clown smashed Robin's head into the floor, his senses got flooded with the distant metallic feeling of a concussion. Nausea instantly hit him.

Jason shrieked awake. Nausea instantly hit him. He jumped up and nearly got tangled into his blanket. He stumbled into his bathroom and fell to his knees in front of the toilet.

Jason hated throwing up. Especially after a night terror when his mind was already full of thoughts. He leaned against the shower glass still sitting next to the toilet and waiting for the nausea to pass. After a few minutes he slowly got up and scooped some water from the washbasin into his mouth. Jason winced, his throat was raw and still shut tight.

He shivered, the bathroom floor was cold. Jason stumbled back into his bedroom. He grabbed the blanket from the floor and slowly made his way into the living room. He sat down against the heater with the blanket wrapped around his shoulders. He fell asleep exhausted on his carpet floor.

He was drowning. Breath. He needed air. Needed his lungs fill with oxygen. Cloth. There was cloth over his face. His mouth was dry. The sweet smell of death. He ripped the cloth from his face and threw up green, stale water. Flight! Where was he? He turned around and ran off. People. He took them out. The moves where in his muscles. He pressed his thumbs into the eyes of one of them. A tunnel. A cave. Darkness. Away.

The Joker escaping Arkham was nothing new to Gotham. Nothing new to the Batfam and nothing new to Jason. It happened a million times before but it still put Jason on edge ever since that night in Sarajevo.

He thought he was better. He thought he could conquer the Joker and arrest him again. It was a simple mission. A simple task. Then he met him in a warehouse in the Bowery. The green hair was brushed back, the purple suit dirty with some blood stains on it. The clown turned around and laughed at Red Hood hysterically.

And, hey, please tell the big man I said… "hello".

Jason saw red. He lunged at him and slammed the Joker into the wall, punched him in the face, once, twice. He could break him. He was not Robin anymore. He was taller than the clown now. Stronger. He could give back all the pain. He would give back all the pain. He slammed his knee into the Joker's ribs, a sharp crack echoed through the warehouse.

"Wow, that looked like it really hurt." Jason growled deeply as he lifted the Joker up a little and pinned him against the wall. He pulled him away and smashed him against the wall, the Joker's head lulled foreward a little as he coughed.

"Whoa, now, hang on. That looked like it hurt a lot more." Jason shouted angrily as he threw the Joker on the floor. "Now let's try and find out what hurts more?"

"A?" He kicked the Joker into the stomach. "Or B?" He striked out again.

"Red Hood!" Batman. Jason's head snapped around. "Orphan, stay here until the GCPD arrives." Batman ordered, Orphan appeared from the shadows behind the older man.

Jason finally snapped out of his murderous frenzy. His eyes went wide as he saw what he did. The Joker layed in a puddle of blood, his nose was broken pretty obviously and he was coughing and whincing weakly. Jason backed down when the clown started to laugh madly. Red Hood turned around, pushed past Batman and flea from the area.

The thoughts were flooding over Jason as he ran over the roofs. He was out of breath but he kept running and running until he fell to his knees. He leaned against a brick wall and ripped his mask off of his head. His face was wet with hot tears, smeared over his cheeks and neck. He wrapped his arms around his knees and tried to calm his breath.

He needed to get air into his lungs but his whole body blocked against taking a deep breath. Jason panicked. What had he done?! He disappointed Batman, he promised to be better than the Joker. He wanted to be better. His family would abandom him, what else should they do? He was supposed to be a hero. He sobbed violently, black spots started to dance over his vision. He couldn't breath. Jason felt like he would die here, alone on some roof, alone in this world.

Jason felt someone shake his body. "Jason." A deep but very calm voice called out to him. Jason panted desperatly as his lungs filled with air. Not enough to live but enough to survive.

He was lifted up a little and after that leaned against a soft wall. Soft wall. There are no soft walls, at least none that Jason was aware off but he was too close to fainting to truly bother about the existence of soft walls. Jason started sobbing again.

"Jay, come on. Breath." The voice said desperate. A strong hand was harshly rubbing his back. Jason inhaled the air shaky, his body was trembling.

"There you go chum, okay." Bruce. It was Bruce. Noone ever called Jason chum before. Jason was suddenly embarassed and violently tried to dry his tears up, rubbing on his skin roughly with his gloved hands. Bruce gently took his hands in his and Jason's head slupped against Bruce's chest.

Then Jason started babbling. "I'm sorry, i didn't mean to... he... i, i couldn't." He sobbed again. "The memories, they come back... the Joker... i can't stop it." Jason needed to hurt, he needed to feel something. He tried to pull his hands from Bruce' grip but he held them tightly.

"Jason, look at me." Bruce growled deeply. Jason looked up and as their eyes met, he couldn't find any angryness, not even disappointment. He looked back into his lap and sobbed quietly but his breath, although shaky, evened out a little.

"There you go. You are fine, Jay." Bruce said. "You can breath, you are okay." Bruce always was repetitive with his comforting but it didn't really matter to Jason because he was there, he held Jason in his arms and he was not angry. Jason could stay with his family, he could come back.

"You called me chum." Jason mumbled weakly, his voice was still filled with silent crying. Bruce chuckled deeply. "I guess that is true." Jason felt the hand on his back, he shivered a little as the cold hit his body. "Cold?" Bruce asked. Jason nodded softly.

Bruce leaned up a little and deattached his cape from his shoulders. He wrapped the thick, black fabric around Jason and bundeled him up tightly. Jason exhaled shaky. The bone aching cold disappeared from his body and the shivering slowly but surely passed. His muscles were burning, feeling weak like he could not move anything. Jason blinked drowsily. His sobs died down and just like that, his eyes closed.

Gotham City was no place for a kid. Not even a well-trained and resilient kid like Jason Todd. It was raining tonight, the wind whistled through the city. Robin sat under Batman's cape like an owl baby, as they observed the Iceberg Lounge. They had been sitting there for hours but Robin wasn't cold. He was warm. Wet from the rain but warm. He would totally catch a cold but not tonight. Not right now. Right now he was warm, close to Batman and sucking up his body heat. Nothing bad has happened to him yet.

When Jason jolted awake, he was no longer on the roof. He inhaled sharply, as he felt a hand on his back. "Hey, you are safe. It was just a nightmare." Jason turned around to see Bruce, leaning against the head of the bed with his laptop on the nightstand. The older man gave him a worried look. Jason looked around confused. This wasn't his bedroom. It was Bruce'. The kingsize bed spoke for itself.

Jason looked down at himself, he was wearing a black t-shirt and red and black sweatpants not in his Red Hood suit. "I'm fine?" He mumbled. Bruce smiled at him, it was weird to see him so relaxed. "Yes, you are." Jason nodded slowly. Bruce leaned down to the floor and put something heavy on his lap.

"Here, Tim got you this. You looked like you liked the cape a lot." Jason lifted the heavy thing up, it was a weighted blanket. He wrapped it around his shoulders. "Did i fall asleep?" He asked confused. "Right after i wrapped the cape around you. Dr. Thompkins said you where hypothermic and severly sleep deprived. What the hell happened?" Bruce asked concerned

Jason shrugged and layed back down on his stomach with the heavy blanket around him. He was still tired, his body was grounded now and he wanted to sleep. Bruce sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Sleep, we can later talk about you not reaching out for help" He finally said. Jason rolled his eyes. "As if you are better." He grumbled.

Bruce nudged Jason playfully. He gently rubbed the younger boys back. Jason sighed as he moved a little closer. Bruce pulled the other blanket over him a little and Jason was finally warm. "You scared the living hell out of me." Bruce said while he layed down next to Jason. The younger boy moved a little closer and Bruce continued to gently rub his back.

"M sorry." Jason mumbled sleepily. "Didn't mean to." He looked at Bruce with half open eyes. He buried his head into one of the pillows and Bruce smiled as he watched how relaxed and content Jason looked. He leaned over to kiss Jason's hair.

"It's okay. Don't worry about it. Sleep tight, chum."

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Same shit on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55397161

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sweetestpopcorn · 1 year

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Only Helaena is allowed empathy for the death of her child, she is not judged at all that she did not rode Dreamfyre even once during the war, we must be sympathetic to her because she mentally collapsed.

Only Laena is allowed empathy for her stillborn child, only Alicent is allowed empathy for the loss of her children even though she literally planned to kill a young boy, Aegon the Younger. Only Corlys is allowed empathy for Rhaenys' death, only Nettles is allowed empathy for being an orphan and admiration for bonding with Sheepstealer, even though Rhaenyra was a tiny little girl of 7 when she flew for the first time, which is extraordinary.

But no. Everyone except Rhaenyra is allowed to allow grief and fear to color their decisions. She’s never allowed to be sad about losing her loved ones or be afraid for her family because she committed the crime of wanting to fight for something she was told was hers. Rhaenyra does not deserve our admiration for being the youngest dragonrider in recent Targaryen history, absolutely not! Our admiration must exclusively go to Laena and Nettles, because didn't you know Rhaenyra is a whore?

We must not mourn for her baby girl Visenya, because didn't you heard that baby was a monster? How could you believe she was loved by her parents?

That's how this fandom sounds and it's... definetly a choice in this pattern. Rhaenyra is dehumanized in happiness and dehumanized in grief. She is not allowed to feel or be human or feel furious for how everything is taken from her. Her simple existence, for these people, is worthy of hatred and only hatred.

Literally every so often this person comes to my comment section to lecture us all peasants and how wrong Team Black was... funny enough by Team Black they only mean Rhaenyra. They are bothered by having illegitimate children and affairs... if you are Rhaenyra, for Corlys, Daemon, and Aegon II it was totally fine in case you are wondering. They talk about bad and rash decisions... from Rhaenyra. And they feel sorry for Aegon II.

You know, the dude who fed his sister to a dragon while her 9 year old son watched. That poor man.

I wish I was joking. Yesterday I had to read that after Rhaenyra was killed the lords were not fighting for her anymore. This is the type of cr_p I see.

This Anon was so right that I want to make a shirt with this. Rhaenys and Corlys Anon, can we vote for you? Can we crown you? Please?

Like I have seen it all since day 1. Fics talking about Rhaenyra like she's a disgusting monster. Fics with Daemon abusing her and humiliating her. Fics making her look like a sociopathic Lolita on steroids. Comparing her to Cersei. Saying that Alicent wanting Luke to lose an eye is as bad as Rhaenyra wanting Aemond to be questioned sharply. Fics where she wishes she was as good of a mother as Laena.

I am so tired.

But also very happy that lately so many of you have been coming here to spill the tea and defend our Queen <3 I love y'all

PS: No idea why people are rebbloging this with the redacted tag. This is only referent to canon asoiaf Rhaenyra Targaryen.

#rhaenyra targaryen #canon rhaenyra targaryen #the rogue prince #the princess and the queen #fire and blood #queen of fashion and the seven kingdoms #popcorn answers #this post is ONLY about canon Rhaenyra Targaryen #Keep redacted tags away from this please and thank you #none of this is about Renada #anti hotd

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wordsandrobots · 1 month

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Had a pretty bad day so I'm going to boast about something.

I didn't mention it at the time but posting Chapter 14 of Ragnarök in G Minor on Friday took it past the previous high bar for individual Wishing on Space Hardware fic-length set by The Ares Affair (72,872 words vs 69,850). And this latest story isn't even halfway done. That'll come next week, and take the total word count for the series over 550,000 words.

(I'm hoping to land at about 555,000 because who wouldn't?)

Which is nice, and a good reminder of why, exactly, it took me half a year longer than expected to get Ragnarök finished. Because that did kind of disappoint me, but looking at it like this, it makes sense. There was a *lot* to get through to tie the overarching story together and give everybody some sort of key moment. My problem with writing fic for Iron-Blooded Orphans is that I want to write about ALL of it, and every single character, so it was probably inevitable that it wouldn't conclude with anything less then a doorstop of a fic.

Chapter 14 also marked the end of the character arc I started with the first IBO fic I wrote and I want to write a brief commentary on that. I'm planning a proper 'author's note' essay when the whole series is done, but this . . . this is something more specific.

(Behind a cut because it is talking about endgame stuff for Wishing on Space Hardware, which is already a post-canon fic for Iron-Blooded Orphans, so, yeah. Take heed and beware ye spoilers.)

I can't remember when exactly I decided one of the climaxes was going to be a three-way fight between fun-house mirror versions of the Devil of Tekkadan. Like much of WoSH, it fell out of the ever-expanding churn of ideas IBO left me with. But it's an obvious thing to do: take the legacy of the anime's protagonists and fracture it against itself for the sake of drama. Because whatever else, we are talking about a group of deeply traumatised child soldiers and there remains the potential for a lot of bad things to follow the hopeful ending of the show.

Embi is all the worst parts of Tekkadan. Violent, arrogant, selfish, reckless -- he's the vessel into whom I poured all that and more, to the point of having him actively reject the better parts. Heart-sickened by the death of his brother, the bonds of comradeship fray until he can't stand the sight of his former squad-mates, much less the miraculous returnee from the dead who catalyses the events of WoSH. At the same time, he can't stay at his worst. He struggles with new connections because they threaten to pull him from his grief. He doesn't want to move on. Embi roots himself in an old dream of being like Mikazuki, in the life of a mercenary soldier. Fighting is all he knows and beyond it lies the terrifying prospect of hope and trying. He'd have much preferred to burn up over Mars. At least that would have been a safely familiar ending.

Ordsley suffers the myth of Tekkadan, transformed by people who saw what a group of Martian children 'achieved' and wanted to surpass them. Yet the curse inflicted on him -- for he is of course a werewolf, turning with the influence of the crescent moon -- is to become unwilling legatee of Mikazuki's reality: the beast and the boy, the contradictory dreams of someone trapped by a system that sees people as raw material. For the smart young man at home on the proper side of history, it's a hell of a shock to reckon with the humanity of those condemned for their rebellion. Here, finally joining the survivors on the battlefield they once called home, the pieces click, for at least a moment. There are no easy answers in a world that offers children a choice between killing and starvation, but perhaps in the middle of the fray, it is easier to understand why they call each other friend.

Then there's Shino. The lovely, blood-thirsty himbo I thought it would be interesting to pluck from his canonical fate.

I know when I decided to shatter his prosthetic. The middle of last year, after reading writing by amputees, talking about how they are depicted, how that feeds and feeds off narratives fundamentally disconnected from their lived experiences. Still, I don't want you to get the wrong idea. I'm not trying to speak to those experiences. The canon has sci-fi prosthetics. It's detached from the real world. It's just, the ways it also problematises them . . . the way, particularly with the addition of 598 and his cybernetic eye, that dovetails with the propaganda drive from militaries to gift high-tech limb replacements to those mangled in the course of fighting . . . I don't regret pushing myself to dip my toe in those waters.

You see, I wanted to tie together the strands of Shino's trauma. His instinctive reach for quid pro quo in his relationship with Yamagi, finally answered with the truth of everything positive he left behind on his first 'death'. His great bête noire, that failure of his last-ditch effort to save Tekkadan, coming full-circle as he's given another chance, another challenge, met this time with greater experience and maturity, and the knowledge of when not to fight. Third-best no longer, bolstered by all those who taught him what it takes to fly.

And as he gets to prove his mastery -- in ways beyond Embi's suicidal commitment and Ordsley's engineered supremacy -- he also reckons once more with that pernicious belief he is only fit to fight.

There isn't an answer, you know. Those doubts about ourselves, those demons, don't go away even when we let them go. We just learn to carry on regardless. To accept the possibility that we can live anyway, and to stop throwing the best parts of ourselves under the bus in our rush to distance ourselves from the worst.

So the arm is smashed to bits, the fate of the mobile suit pilot, the soldier, the body spent in violence. But Shino finally sees his younger self in a positive light and does what nobody else was able to for Embi: tell him it's OK to leave. Whatever it takes to be happy, even if that's a million miles away. He treats Ordsley as Ordsley, not Mika 2.0, reinforcing Ordsley's newfound balance. Above all, throughout everything, he is not alone. This final fight is spent with Eugene right at Shino's side, backing him up, trusting him. The Ryusei-Go is Tekkadan as a community, the part that truly never wilted. Because the reason Shino can have this moment of catharsis is that he is loved. So many people, building him up, giving him a future.

Everything he would do for them, unhesitatingly, and has, more times than he will ever realise.

I don't know if it's character development, exactly. Honestly, I don't know if the chapter actually encapsulates these things the way I wanted it to. I've read it too many times to see it straight any more and, even with a lovely band of readers I am privileged to have commenting, I'm doubting myself a lot these days. I don't sit well on my laurels, with the things I've completed, the word counts and the tick-marks. I worry it's still not enough. Put a fair of myself in Shino, there.

But I think it's good. I think it came out the way I wanted it to. I think it's the right thing for the story, to take a giant mecha battle, the tragic, inevitable conflict, and flip it around into an act of firefighting. I think I should be proud I got here, even if I never expected to when I first sat down at my keyboard to explain why the hot bisexual anime boy was still alive, actually.

So I'm make a note, to myself, that I did. That I should be proud. That I am, of me, for doing that.

And if you're reading this and you're going to be reading the rest of the story -- I'll just say, Shino himself is going to tell you why his vivid pink robot arm needed to be demolished by a giant sword. There'll be another, eventually (they do have a cyberneticist on speed-dial), but for now, well. You'll see.

#fanfic #writing #more rambling #it's just been a bad couple of weeks #and the howling void where I once had a 650000 word fic series to spend every waking hour thinking about has been biting hard

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parvuls · 11 months

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I saw several people wondering how to participate in this bingo event. so this is how it goes: you look through your recs, you fill out the card, and... you post it 😉

to make this even more interesting, every author that gets tagged in a bingo card is now challenged to fill their own. I said what I said.

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main character is a side character to fail better by orphan this is an unusual rec for me since the main character is camilla collins, and the main relationship explored here is jack/camilla. but really, I adore it because it's a rare example of an outsider pov on jack through the eyes of someone who likes him, and maybe sees more of him than he know. there's something very sad about jack at this point of his story, but his and canilla's awkward attempts to make something real of what they almost have are really endearing. plus: even if jack didn't fall in love with camilla, I definitely did.

still a WIP Increasing Engagement by always1895 I have a problem of hoarding WIPs and occasionally checking on them like I'm waiting for them to return from the war. this is one of those WIPs. there are two things I can never turn down, and those are social media fics and an enemies to lovers arc. just know my ass is sat down for whenever this fic is finished, and yours should be too. (*) if anyone knows the author's tumblr handle, please tag them!

short fic Patient as Pie by @edgarallanrose no fluff hits quite as hard as zimbits fluff. this short fic has jack being needy and affectionate and domestic, and it just makes me warm and gooey inside whenever I read it. which, you know, is often.

inspired you to write Two Things Only by @thewesternredcedar I'm going old school with this one, because whenever I think of a fic that inspires me I think of the summer I read this fic six times to get through my own fic. this may be in my top ten favorite fics of all time. it has endless amounts of pining, hilarity, silliness, and to top it all off, it's set during my favorite time to read about: right after graduation and before Y3. it does such a good job of nailing that jack and bitty essence that I just can't help coming back to it for inspiration.

bookmarked recently (...ish) say my name (and call me a liar) by @weneedtotalkaboutfic it may be cheating to rec a fic that was written for you, but uh, I don't care. this fic just hits all the right spots. it's smart, it's funny, it's mysterious, it's sexy, it's emotional. it has both super slow-burn and whatever the opposite of that is, thanks to a wonderful two-person-love-triangle. and if that's not enough, the real star of this fic is jack zimmermann and the journey of his sexuality and his happiness, which just blew me away.

BONUS: canon divergence But this place still stands, this place remains unchanged by @doggernaut I already have my bingo but I have more to rec, so. this fic is a really fun glimpse into a future that could've been, and it's supported by a wonderful ensemble cast (of both canon characters and realistic-feeling OCs). this fic made me laugh out loud and clutch my chest, and even though I knew where the story is headed, I couldn't wait to arrive there with it.

BONUS: isn't on AO3 lighthouse au by @appalamutte this is one of those tumblr snippets I wish I could will into becoming a full fic. just that one scene, along with the bonus background, made me fall instantly in love. historical au's can be hit or miss for me, but this was so unique and so intriguing, and (as already established) I can't resist a good enemies to lovers action.

BONUS: FREE here you come again by @ivecarvedawoodenheart honestly, no one rips my heart out of my chest quite like syd does. the first time I read this I was too emotional to think thoughts, but the second (and third, and fourth) I was just like: tell me everything about this. immediately. the phrasing lives in my head rent free? this short fic literally does.

#omgcp #omgcheckplease #zimbits #I just wanna stand on a podium and make a rousing speech convincing all of you to WRITE MORE FICS #and if you didn't fill your own bingo card until now: go rec some fics. now. thank you.#fic recs

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Hiya! It's been a bit since I've done fic prompts so here are a few today. These are from Bungo Stray Dogs which is new ik. Also a fun fact yesterday was my birthday. I'm not liking the responsibility and expectations that come with this age lmao. Oh, some of these have probably already been done but 🤷

What if the ADA switches places with the Port Mafia?

Oda is killed by someone different who had a grudge against him. Maybe they have a time rewinding ability? Idk but Oda didn't kill them sadly.

And instead of making his dying wish for Dazai to be a good person he asks him to avenge him and his kids.

And Dazai agrees...

They all have practically the same personalities (and abilities) just the Mafia who are now ADA aren't straight up murderous.

Just imagine the ADA commiting crimes

Like Ranpo coming up with the strategies, Kunikida as an executive, Yosano as an executive, Fukuzawa being a mafia boss, Junichiro being an assassin who is always up for murder, Naomi being a secretary who knows how to fight but is severely underestimated, and KENJI BEING IN THE MAFIA

Oh, mori isn't a pedo bc I think if Chuuya got to be the good guy he wouldn't let that slide.

Yosano still has the same backstory but maybe mori was a bit better but still felt pressure from war and the higher ups and stuff idk

Beast!Atsushi kinda idk if it would be Beast!Dazai sooo

Beast!Akutagawa but Chuuya is his mentor and Higuchi is like his partner. Kinda like Kunikida and Dazai

Chuuya used to be in the Port Mafia

Idk how or why Fukuzawa became the mafia boss???

Gin is in the ADA too

I think Tachihara would still have to be in the mafia?? Or maybe bc the ADA is always bumping heads with mafia that it would still be a place where he can gather info. Maybe the ADA is also under suspicion for something??

Idk wtf Hirotsu or Kouyou would be doing at the ADA tbh

Chuuya and Ango still have beef

What if Nakajima Atsushi tried to run away from the orphanage? Way before he was kicked out. What if Oda Sakunosuke found him?

Oda would have Atsushi stay where the other orphans were living.

Atsushi would also have a job at that diner or whatever it is.

And then he would help babysit his fellow little orphans whenever they arrived.

Atsushi saved the kids but he got hurt and lost control of his ability. He killed some of the Mimic members before passing out to heal from the bullet wounds. The tiger has never had to heal from anything so severe before. So, as the tiger had control she made him hide until he healed.

Oda finds him though with the help of the kids.

Idk what else :/

X-Files Crossover

Dazai Osamu as Fox Mulder and Nakahara Chuuya as Dana Scully.

Kunikida Doppo can be one of Mulder’s alien hunter friends or maybe two Scullys??

Atsushi and Akutagawa could be newbie agents that were assigned to the X-Files

Katai would definitely be one of the alien hunter friends

I don't think abilities should exist but if you could spin it in a good way go for it

Yosano could be a doctor or former doctor turned dominatrix friend that Dazai has

Ranpo could join the X-Files bc normal cases are boring or he could be an alien hunter friend

Fyodor is an alien

Sigma was abducted by aliens and doesn't remember anything from before

Chuuya had been abducted by aliens as a child but doesn't remember it. And thinks he was kidnapped by regular old people and hit his head or trauma blocked it out

Ango and Oda can either be higher-ups or alien hunter friends

Higuchi is a fellow newbie

Gin is in college or something

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pixiecactus · 4 months

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pretty much a self indulgent post for my fic but i'm going to have to take something like a little summer vacation and i don't think that the place where i'm going has internet connection or wifi available so maybe i will spend my time writing so this is me trying my best to put my ideas down in a place that's pseudo tangible, any grammatical errors are due to the fact that english is not my first language and i read the books in my mothertongue back in 2014 so details are a little fuzzy

pretty much obvious but there's not lady stoneheart, mother merciless, the hangwomen, etc. whatever name she was known.

i can pretty much picture that harwin tried to beg to beric for her life, like in the books but i think that arya even in the catatonic and traumatic state that she is put her foot down saying something "let her reunite with my father please" and "can we give her a tully funeral (?)" not really sure if that type of funeral is tully tradition only or if this is something that the riverlands noble houses all do ((i have to look that up))" of course that the bwb complies with arya's wishes

that leads me to: okay the details are really fuzzy in this part i will have to pick my copy of asos up, but yeah the hound kidnaps arya exactly like the book i'm not sure if i will have her recover needle, i want her to have jon's smile back but at the same time i want her to try to heal in a less violent way

i remember that back in agot after the joffrey-arya debacle, arya escaped and survived in the riverlands wilderness for four days i think so i want to recreate this again since we had been show that arya is capable of surviving so my plan is for arya try to work the red wedding chaos in her favor and there escape the hound

we know that in canon the bwb got to the twins a few days later then the hound and arya so there's when i want to arya to reunite with them, and there comes point two

i know that is more reasonable for arya to be send to acorn hall, but this just a idea for a fanfic so for my own plot reasons the bwb decides to leave arya in the inn at the crossroads with the heddle sisters

i will have to research this too, since i know that the inn wasn't in good state when arya and the hound killed polliver, so i will have to work the pipeline: from the inn that we saw polliver and the tickler at to an orphan refugee housing

correct me if i'm wrong but i remember reading in one of arya's chapters with the hound after the rw about how she could sleep for days if the hound didn't abuse her and make her wake up to continue their trip so i will take the liberty of having arya behaving in like a comatose state after they leave her at the inn, girl had a breaking point about dealing with grief and she does not how to pick the pieces

that leads me to: gendry, gendry, gendry. he's officially part of the bwb and i don't think that he regrets the decision, to be honest i don't even think he regrets the decision in canon either, sure he's angsty and pretty much heartbroken but he lost his best friend, pretty much the only person that showed that she cared for him. i think that losing arya is that breaking point in which he realizes that maybe he feels something more strong that friendship for arya, of course, gendry is class conscious and knows that that a lowborn bastard loving a highborn lady could only end badly. but here almost losing arya really did a number on him

so when the bwb discusses leaving arya at the crossroads to recover (meanwhile they try to come with a plan to what to do with her) gendry insists that he's left there too. he tells himself that he will go back to the brotherhood after arya stops being catatonic and starts to resamble the arya he once knew ((can you tell that boy is pretty much lying to himself))

since lady stoneheart never came to be, anguy and edric dayne are still a part of the brotherhood

in a majority of the arya stays with the bwb aus i have read, they make jeyne or even willow as a romantic rival, and it's my personal opinion and personal opinion only but i hate that. so here we will have jeyne-anguy in a casual relationship that willow absolutely hates because in her own words: "he's pretty much stupid if he doesn't want to marry you, jeyne"

the heddles adopt arya as a third sister, they love her as much as arya loves them. jeyne loves to have a little sister that let her comb her hair (willow does not like having her hair touched, thank you very much) and willow loves having a sister that is lot like her and someone who she can talk about how stupid boys are, anguy most of all, and arya finally gets sisterly love!!!

arya tries her hardest to avoid gendry, she thinks that he's only in the inn to keep an eye on her and report back to the brotherhood besides she still thinks that gendry never wanted to be her friend. nonetheless everytime that arya offers herself to go hunting food, gendry does it best to follow her even if they don't talk much anymore

since anguy and lord edric are the youngest in the bwb, they are the ones send to the crossroads the most to help protect the inn or to send rations, much to gendry's chagrin, he certainly does not care about anguy trying his best to romance jeyne but he has a big problem with that highborn coming here to talk to the only other highborn at the inn. it doesn't help that edric dayne avoids him as much as arya likes to do herself.

when the news of fake!arya marrying the bastard of bolton reach the brotherhood, lord beric personally visits arya, at first arya thinks that the bwb is going to sell her to ramsay bolton and she wants to fight it instead what she gets is lord beric dondarrion telling her that is more safe for her to ever forget that she was a highborn in the first place, and that if she wants she can live as a lowborn as freely as she wants

the heddles run the inn during the day, arya a little afraid to be recognized still, decides that's better for her to work cleaning the inn at night hours

anguy always invites gendry to come back with them, at least to visit the peach again, gendry gets red as a crabapple and wants to kill him everytime he opens his mouth

demisexual! gendry, as an aspec myself i can pretty much say that gendry is really demi-coded

ages: anguy 26 - jeyne 23 - gendry 18 - edric 17 - arya 16 - willow 15

that's pretty much all i currently have

#asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #arya stark #gendry #gendrya #arya x gendry #gendry x arya #edric dayne #jeyne heddle #willow heddle #anguy the archer #the brotherhood without banners

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awesomedurraworld · 6 months

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do you just one day realize that you have tons of ideas and Aus, and half of them- if not 3/4 of them will be forever forgotten?

Like. When I tell you the amount of things that I come up with during one day is... Is unbelievable? Sometimes it is the same plot but different scenarios.

The other week, I was going back to my old chats with my bestie, and I was shocked to find this very old Au that I came up with, ( Papa Royed obviously.) and the fact I drew for it too??

I also Reopned an older Au, called “ Roy Elric.” which, really, Roy in Trisha’s shoes. Does that mean Riza is Ho? No I don't think so. I was inspired by this older fic on Ao3, and kinda doodled for their Au.

Another Au- Tangled. I have only shared this with my bestie, but basically when the “ kingdom dance.” music was trending- which has been my favorite type of music since I watched Tangled which was in 2011 😂 when I heard it again, I realized how much that song ( music.) will fit Fma, and 2 ideas came:

what if Fma had a culture? Like, dances, foods, and Music and clothes?? I started designing Riza’s costume over good 9 months ago, so if you are interested I will love to share

Idea number 2 is basically your classic Fma x Tangled. With Ed as Punzel and Roy as Eugene and Ho as mother gothal. Not that Ed is a prince, but the idea of him being locked and Roy freeing him to show him the world.

There is this other idea, that Roy adopted Ed and Al before they committed the taboo but kept them a secret to protect them?

And the idea of Royai retiring and having Ed and Roy is blind and military comes and Ed learns who his parents are?

Also, I never realized that I have been writing regressed Ed? Like, I never did until I started following Mayliz ❤️ and I was like. “ hold up, this has a name?” and then my bestie pointed it and was like, “ Your Ed always regressed,” and I was like “ oh yeah.” and kinda tempted to write a whole fic with that WITH AL AND ED being regressed

What If the taboo failed BECAUSE Ed isn't Trisha’s biological son?

Like, gah, I didn't even scratch the surface of these ideas. And I want to write after math of Hughes’ death! And OH MY GOD I HAVE THE AU WHERE ROY WAS IN HUGHES’ SHOE!

Okay okay, so instead of Gracia and Elysia, it’s Riza and Ed and Al, but the catch here is that Riza isn't a solider, she is just Roy’s wife, one day when the whole team goes around to fight Envy they find Mrs. Mustang there with her husband’s gloves, KILLING Envy? Like having no shame because he killed her husband and orphaned her kids. This would mean, that Riza is an alchemist too. Roy probably taught her to keep herself and the kids safe just in case

Also, I do want to write a fic where the boys just grief the loss of their dad

😩😩😩 I don't joke when I say this is just a normal day with my brain, haha, I just wished I had more time to draw and write. I am busy currently, but I am hoping and praying that mid of December won't come without me posting something. I want to finish Took my kids? Take my fire now- which, has been on my chest since last year and there is no way we're going to Jan 2024 with this fic unfinished

And yeah I guess this is all have to say today, is there an idea that you liked? What do you think of this haha

#fmab #Brain rot #I come up with these a lot help #My bestie is busy currently that is why you guys have to deal with this #You too Lyly when you see this #No one is safe from my ideas #I just love papa Roy and mama Riza

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anerdquemoraaolado · 9 months

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Better than Expected

Final Chapter

Chapter 18

Holding Mawey in his arms caused Miles to have a double perception, he had received a blessing from Eywa, a new chance, a gift, but also the responsibility of taking care of someone who depended on him, someone who was exactly like those he had harmed for a long time. Looking into Mawey's eyes, hearing her call him sempu, reminded him of the Omatikaya children, the ones he'd orphaned, the ones their parents had lost. Mawey was the ultimate reason he left his old cause for good.

Four years had passed and the heiress of fire, however young she was, was loved by all, standing out for her kindness but also for her ferocity, inherited from her parents equally. Her skin was the shade of the sky as it darkened, a blend of her parents' shades, but her eyes were clearly orange, determined like that of a great warrior, which her family knew she would be.

Spider had spent a busy day with her, it was like remembering his childhood, when he played with the Sullys, but now the roles had been reversed, he was the oldest.

"Come on, little sister, I bet you can't climb as high as I can," he challenged little Mawey, knowing she wouldn't back down from the challenge.

"You're much bigger than I am, but I can do it too," she replied with determination, going after him as best she could.

After some climbing time, he decided to change the games to a kind of training. As much as his little sister was almost his height, Spider managed to be fast and agile, waiting for Mawey to give him the final blow and knock him out. Eventually, leaving him weary, she succeeded.

-You really are a great warrior, little sis! - he praised with open arms, surrendered.

"Come on, I want to go again." She pushed his shoulders insistently.

-I need some time to recover - Spider confessed, but it didn't take long to fulfill his sister's wishes.

At the end of the day, the two returned home, with the human boy carrying his na'vi sister sleeping on his back.

-It's been quite a day, isn't it, my dear? - Varang commented when he saw the status of the two.

-She spared none of my energy - Spider said, yawning right after.

"You deserve a well-deserved rest," Varang commented, taking the girl from her brother's shoulders and placing her in her lap.

Spider found his father already eating and shared his meal with him. After settling Mawey in her bed, Varang joined them, sitting beside her husband and holding his hand reassuringly.

When he felt the weariness set in, Spider withdrew and went to his own quarters. Just then, slowly, Varang got up, pulling Miles by the hands, making him stand up, taking them to their room.

They snuggled close together, with Varang sitting on his lap, clinging to his neck and letting her head rest on his chest. Miles, in turn, stroked her back and massaged her ribs with a thumb as they both watched Mawey sleep, right next to them.

-Thanks for everything, I wouldn't be here without you - Miles declared suddenly, solemnly.

-I wonder what you mean, but I'd like to hear it - she urged him to say more, which caused a low chuckle from her husband.

-I did the same with Spider, a long time ago - he explained his reaction - if you didn't accept an alliance with a foreigner, I would never find love and happiness.

-I thank you for accepting Miles, I thank you for staying and not running away from the challenge, I love the life we have - Varang replied equally.

"I love our life and I love you," he stated once more, knowing he would never get tired of it.

"I love you too, forever." She lifted her head to look him straight in the eyes.

Without further words, they surrendered to the kiss that brought them together once more. Their union might have started out with unexpected strength, but here, in the midst of their home of love and happiness, they were certain that everything had gone far better than expected.

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Well, guys, this is the end of the fic. I am quite happy with the result. Thank you so much for everyone who followed this far and see you around.

#avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar the seed bearer #miles quaritch #recom quaritch #recombinant miles quaritch #varang #varang avatar #varang of the ash clan #quarang #quaritch x varang #varang x quaritch #better than expected #my writing

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mikkeneko · 8 months

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Not tagged by @veliseraptor, but this looked fun!

Rules: Go to your published works on AO3 and list the first fic you ever published there, the last fic you published, any fic that you wrote for a fandom/ship only once, your favorite fic you wrote in the fandom/ship that has the most works, the fic you wish more people read, the fic you agonized over the most, the fic that sprang fully formed from your mind without any effort, and a work you are proud of—for whatever reason.

first fic you ever published there: First ever was The Orphan from Tsubasa fandom, published to AO3 on 9/03/2010! More than thirteen years ago this month, gosh. This was however by no means the first fic I ever wrote, nor even the date I wrote it -- I republished a bunch of fics over from fanfiction.net and this just happened to be the first.

last fic you published: Immortal Lamb Crusader Way , which actually got a much bigger reception than I'd expected! considering it was a crossover fic (thus a higher bar to entry than non-crossover fic.) By no means upset by this, but slightly baffled, I am left to conclude that Scum Villain fic readers are really just hungry for new content.

any fic that you wrote for a fandom/ship only once: Hrm. Hard to qualify. There are several fandoms that are on there only once, but they tend to be either fusions or crack crossovers (like the Never Gonna Tell A Lie Saga.) I don't think those count. The only one that really meets the criteria for this would be abovementioned Immortal Lamb Crusader Way, but I fully intend to write more SVSSS/BingQiu later on! So... let's say The Dressmaker's Bride, which I'd consider the only fic I ever seriously wrote for CSS and Tomoyo/Sakura.

your favorite fic you wrote in the fandom/ship that has the most works: This would actually be the Dragon Age fandom -- couple of prospects from there. I quite liked fruits of poison, flowers of blood as an exploration of the Anders and Merrill friendship and also Mirror, Mirror as a shenanigans comedy featuring multiple Hawke clones. But I think this one has to go to One Elegant Solution by virtue of being my magnum opus out of the entirely sixty-five bunch of them.

fic you wish more people read: Gosh. Honestly a few options here. Just the other day I was thinking of Blood Feathers - a Fenders minibang fic I wrote that featured Fenris as a griffon-riding Gray Warden and Anders as a griffon veterinarian, was a fic that I thought turned out very well but didn't get a lot of air time. And man, I was just really proud with how well Complicity came out, a Critical Role story unpacking Jester's torture trauma from the Iron Angels arc. And some of my older TRC fics -- particularly Undervoice and Cocoon -- fell into an awkward period between platforms where they never got much viewership either on FFNet or on AO3. Alas.

fic you agonized over the most: The really long ones probably have the most sweat blood and tears shed total -- One Elegant Solution from Dragon Age, Wizards/Heralds from Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle; (say hello to my) thirty million little friends from MDZS; but probably the one I agonized the most over for the eventual least impact was Labyrinth, an Avengers/Silent Hill crossover (see above note about crossovers having a higher bar to entry than non-crossovers; the fact that I picked a non-flagship pairing for this one probably didn't help.)

fic that sprang fully formed from your mind without any effort: I don't know that any of them were no effort, but How To Become A Champion in 4 Easy Steps really did spring fully formed from my head, a second-person POV exploration of Hawke's grief and loss.

a work you are proud of—for whatever reason: proud of a lot of em for many and various reasons! but I think Cover Up the Sun probably holds the record, out of all of my works ever, for having the most readers reaching out to me to say that it really helped them personally -- from the person who said that the apology conversation helped them realize that their friends were treating them badly, to some folks who found Loki's unpacking of his grief over his mother's death helped them deal with their own parents' death, to one person who left a note that this fic had helped them decide to go on living. That's the sort of thing that really makes spending years on writing to feel worth it, you know?

Tagging: @fieldofclover, @fortune-maiden, @faux-fires, and to break the alliterative streak, @cerusee.

#mikke fics #mikke memes

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kazoosandfannypacks · 1 year

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"Open to Interpretation" by kazoosandfannypacks

Chapter 15/16: Mug Cakes and a Movie Pairing: CaptainSwan Rating: General Word Count: (3.2K/24K) Summary: Emma Swan is appalled at works by modern artist Killian Jones- until a handsome stranger convinces her otherwise- and after introducing himself as the artist in question, he invites her out on a date. As their relationship develops, they find that they might not be as different from each other as originally thought. Chapter Summary: Emma invites Killian up to her apartment, where he learns one of her secrets. Tags: au, fluff, captain swan, modern au Author's notes:I hope you guys don't mind a chapter roughly three times longer than a lot of the chapters in this fic! Before any of you get your hopes up, no. "Mug cakes" is not synonymous with "pancakes." this is still a G rated fic. Sorry not sorry. (but yes, the mug cake recipe used in this fic is legit. I highly reccomend!) Taglist: @zahara @kmomof4 @jonesfandomfanatic @booksteaandtoomuchtv @jrob64 @tiganasummertree @anmylica @teamhook @undercaffinatednightmare @gingerchangeling @lonelyspectator @caught-in-the-filter @ultraluckycatnd @cs-rylie @pirateprincessofpizza @lfh1226-linda @pawshapedheart [if you'd like to be added to or removed from this list, hmu in my dms or askbox!]

Also on Ao3!

From the minute he helped her out of the car- which she insisted she didn't need his help for and he insisted he would help her anyways- Killian hadn't taken his eyes off Emma for even a second, watching her with awestruck and delighted smile- and Emma only knew that because she hadn't taken her eyes off him for even a second either. He also seemed to have made it his goal not to stop touching her, either, if he could help it- wrapping his arm around her side as they walked into the restaurant, holding her hand as they read the menu, their feet tangled up under the table as they ate.

And when he dropped her back off at her apartment, and they stood outside the door, he continued as he had, one hand holding hers, the other wrapped around her waist, his eyes fixed on hers.

Emma smiled as she took in the beauty that was Killian Jones, stroking his stubble with the back of her fingers.

"Thank you so much for coming with me, Swan," Killian said, "you have no idea how much I appreciated your company today."

"Not nearly as much as I appreciated yours," Emma said, "and I'm sorry if I made things awkward between you and your dad."

"You did nothing wrong, Emma," Killian said, and for the intensity in his eyes she believed him.

"I know," Emma said, "I just… I wish things could be better for you."

"I have a promising art career and the pursuit of the most beautiful woman in the world," Killian squeezed her hand, "what more could I need?"

Emma smiled, but she saw in his eyes that even he didn't fully believe it.

"You still wish you could have a family," Emma said, "one that cares about you."

He opened his mouth, but no words came out- instead, he nodded and sighed.

"Don't take offense to this," Killian finally said, "but sometimes I almost feel like an orphan."

"I know the feeling," Emma reassured him.

"You feel this every day, and more," Killian said, "you must be the strongest woman alive."

"After a while it doesn't get so heavy," Emma said.

They stood there a little while longer, neither needing to say a word, just staring at each other and holding each other.

"You're perfect for me," Killian whispered.

"What?" Emma replied.

"You're perfect for me," he repeated, "I know, we're not anything official- we're still open to interpretation- but I just want you to know that you're everything I've ever wanted."

Emma didn't know what to say- his declaration was bold, and real, and as much as she wanted to say the same thing to him, she couldn't. With all the other men she'd dated, she'd echoed their declarations of affection, knowing they were both lying anyways- but she couldn't lie to Killian- not just because she didn't want to, but because if she told Killian he was everything she ever wanted, it wouldn't be a lie. He was gorgeous, passionate, protective, successful, talented- he really was perfect for her.

Not only that, but he wasn't perfect to her anymore. She saw him today get into a heated argument with his dad, get cut off in traffic a couple times, and stuff his face with pizza in the least elegant manner imaginable- and still, she liked him. Usually, she'd put someone on a pedestal, and he'd fall, and that pedestal became a tower, a wall, a high barrier he'd have to get over to earn her trust. But this time, when she saw Killian no longer as perfect, she liked him even more.

One time in school she'd read that gemologists are often excited to find a flaw in a diamond, because that way you know it's real, not one of those perfect fake synthetic crystals. Killian was a diamond in the rough, and when Emma saw the flaws in him it only made her want him more- because it showed how genuine he was, that his sparkle wasn't made in a lab. He really was everything she'd ever wanted.

That truth scared her, scared her so much that instead of responding, she leaned closer to him, laying the next stroke of the masterpiece on the canvas of his lips, kissing him.

He tucked her even closer and tighter under his arm and let go of her hand so he could grab the back of her neck, his fingers in her hair. When he let go of her hand, she placed it on his side, then wrapped her arm around him, her other hand wrapped around his neck.

Though she'd been afraid to use her words, she soon hoped her lips could say it all- he was perfect for her, and she never wanted him to leave.

But that realization scared her too, scared her so much that she pulled away, staring at him in awe.

"I never want him not to be in my life," Emma thought, "It would kill me if I lost those passionate eyes, and his talent, and accent, and the beautiful man behind it all."

She could tell by the look on his face that he felt the same way, that he didn't want her walking out on him anytime soon. How much did it kill him not to know how she felt- how she was too scared to admit she felt- to live with the fact that she was still set on leaving things open to interpretation, that she still hadn't committed to him as openly as he had for her?

But with the desperation that comes with knowing your time is running out, Killian closed the gap between their lips and kissed her yet again, with the same fervor and zeal as in the last, like a continuation of his previous stroke.

Time moved differently as they kissed- Emma didn't know if they'd been kissing for three seconds or three hours by the time he pulled away from her.

They smiled at each other, a little flustered and a bit disoriented, still in a bit of a daze from the sparks that flew between them.

She didn't want their evening together to end, and wondered what was saying it had to yet- the night was still young, and she had a netflix subscription and a couch with their name on it.

A stupid smile spread across his face- probably mirroring the stupid smile on hers.

"Hey, Swan," Killian asked.

"Yeah?"

"If I tell you that was the worst kiss of my life, will we have to do this again next week to make up for it?"

"With the way things went today, we already have to do this again next week to make up for it," Emma said, "but if you tell me it was the worst date of your life, I might invite you up to my apartment for mug cakes and a movie."

"Oh?" Killian asked, with a raised eyebrow and flirtatious smile, then a wink from one of his dangerous eyes as he asked, "is that supposed to be a euphemism for something?"

"You wish," Emma smiled with a playful eye roll.

"Only if you wish, love," Killian smiled.

"Not tonight," Emma said, running her fingers through his hair, "but I don't wanna say goodnight yet either."

"Then pardon me for lying, to you, Swan," he leaned a touch closer to her, "but that was the worst date of my life."

"Well then," Emma said, "I suppose a do-over date is in order."

She took his hand in hers again and led him through the door to her apartment,

"Sorry I don't have too many options for mugs," Emma said, gesturing to the small collection of mugs by the coffee maker in her kitchen, "but feel free to use whichever one you want."

"Wow, love," he said, picking up a blue mug with a cartoon character on it, "I didn't know you were such a Peter Pan fan."

"Shoot," Emma thought, wishing she'd thought ahead enough to hide anything embarrassing before she left- including the tacky Disney mug featuring Captain Hook maliciously twirling his mustache.

"It was a white elephant gift," Emma explained, "a work thing. I just haven't had time to get rid of it yet." "Get rid of it?" Killian asked, feigning being offended, "this is a beautiful mug."

"You can't be serious," Emma rolled her eyes.

"I'm using this mug," Killian said, clutching it close to his heart for dramatic effect.

"Okay," Emma said, pulling a Pillsbury boxed cake mix from the pantry, "now, I'm not much of a baker, but I can bake from a mix. Six tablespoons of this stuff, four tablespoons of water, one minute in the microwave and bam! Instant pick-me-up in two minutes or less."

"You're bloody brilliant, Swan," Killian said, grabbing another mug for Emma as she dug out her measuring spoons.

"I found the recipe online, nothing special," Emma said, "hope you don't mind devil's food cake."

"I didn't know you had such a dark side, Swan." he smiled.

"It was on sale at Wal-Mart," Emma blushed, "the cake mix, anyways, not the dark side."

They assembled their mugs of cake batter, fingers brushing against each other at every opportunity as they handed measuring spoons back and forth. Then, Emma put the first one in the microwave.

"Here," she said, picking up the remote off a nearby counter, "why don't you go pick out a movie while I finish up in here?"

"Sounds like a plan, love," and while anyone else could've just grabbed the remote from her, Killian grabbed the hand that was holding it, then kissed her forehead, before sliding his grip and taking the remote from her. He walked around the island counter to what could probably be called the next room over, though the apartment was small enough that they may as well have been one room- there wasn't even a full wall between them, just the counter.

Emma finished cleaning things up in the kitchen as the mugs took their turn in the microwave- smiling as she picked up her mug, as realizing the mug he picked out for her happened to be her favorite mug, a white one with a silhouette of a swan on it.

Once both the cakes were finished, Emma grabbed a couple forks, then went to join Killian in the "living room," which, as mentioned, was more like the living half-a-room. She noted first that he hadn't even turned on the TV, and that instead of reclining on the couch looking at the TV, he was sitting on the edge of the couch cushion, looking at the coffee table. At first, Emma wondered what could be so interesting about the coffee table, but then she remembered the last thing she did before Killian came to pick her up yesterday- adding the finishing touches to her most recent painting.

"You didn't tell me you paint, love," Killian said, almost sounding betrayed by the realization.

"I, uh," Emma knew she couldn't find some kind of defense against the painting in front of him being her work- if the newspaper, brushes, and paints on the table weren't enough to tell him that, her signature in the bottom corner was, "I didn't ever think it was 'relevant to the discussion.'"

Emma took a seat next to him, setting the mug cakes down on the coffee table.

"Why not?" Killian asked, "It never occurred to you that I'd want to know that the most important thing in my life matters to you too?"

"I," Emma shrugged, "I didn't think it was good enough."

"Not good enough?" He looked over at her, then back at the painting. He picked up the painting carefully, with an artist's touch, holding the edges rather than the front, careful not to smudge it, "Swan, this is breathtaking."

"Really?" Emma asked.

"What do you call it?" Killian asked.

"Small," Emma said.

Killian smiled. "The title says everything the painting does."

"Sometimes when you live in someone's shadow for too long," Emma explained, "you just feel so small."

"I know the feeling," Killian said, "remember the poem about the masks?" Emma tried to quote it as best she could, "He had blue skin. She had blue skin. He hid it. She hid it. They searched for blue and never found it- and passed right by each other."

"Pretty close," Killian smiled, "Emma, when I look at this painting, I see someone with blue skin like mine."

"Because your family makes you feel small?" Emma reasoned, "just like my ex did?"

"And we could've passed right by our whole lives and not known what we share in common, Emma," he said. He then set the painting back down on the table.

Emma looked at him with a shade of wonder. Here was a renowned, successful, talented artist, telling her that her paintings were good- if anyone could know that, it would be him. A little voice in the back of her head told her maybe he was only faking, that he was just playing some kind of cruel joke with her emotions- but that voice was drowned out in the pools of sincerity in his eyes.

"Do you have any others?" He asked

"Others?" Emma asked.

"Other paintings," Killian said.

"I have some paintings, I guess," Emma said, "and a few sketchbooks."

"Then may I have the honor?"

"Of looking at them?" Emma asked, a little surprised. No one had ever seen most of her art before- no one had wanted to- and yet, Killian did.

"Only if you want to share them."

"I can go get them," Emma said, giving Killian a kiss on the cheek before getting up, "I'll be right back."

"I'll be waiting here, love," Killian said.

They didn't end up doing anything beyond warm mug cakes and a movie- though admittedly, they didn't even end up watching a movie, and by the time they finally got to their mug cakes, they were cold. Instead, they went through Emma's paintings together, and then a couple of her sketchbooks, Killian pointing out a few clever details about all of them, making Emma fall in love once again with even the self-proclaimed "worst" of her works.

"Do you have any more?" Killian asked, after an hour or two of looking through her art.

"I think that's the last of it," Emma said, setting her last sketchbook down on the coffee table, "To be honest, I was surprised you even sat through it at all."

"I'm surprised you expected me to be so bored," Killian said, "It was an honor and a delight."

"Are you just saying that?" Emma asked, yawning a little.

Killian yawned in return, in so doing wrapping his arm around her, "and would I serve to gain from lying to you?" "I don't know," Emma snuggled a little closer to him, "build my trust to get close to me, just so you can stab me in the back later."

"You know I wouldn't do that, love," Killian said.

"I know," Emma said,

"And I mean every word I've ever said to you," Killian said, "and especially tonight. You're one of the most talented artists I've ever met."

He kissed the top of her head, and she fell back into his embrace, resting her head against his chest.

"That means a lot, coming from you," Emma said.

"I mean it."

"I know."

Killian wrapped his arm around her more tightly and rubbed her shoulder, which was followed by both of them yawning again.

"I suppose I should be heading back soon," Killian said.

"Already?" Emma asked.

"Emma, love, it's already one thirty in the morning."

Emma groaned a little and wrapped her arm around him tightly. He sighed a little.

"Don't go," Emma whispered.

"What?" Killian asked.

"Stay here tonight," Emma said, "you're too tired for a half hour drive anyways."

"I'll be fine," Killian yawned.

"I can't let you do that," Emma said, "I don't want to see you get into an accident." "I'll be fine, love," he smiled, "one thing I've always been good at is surviving."

Emma grumbled to herself a little, not wanting to get up or say goodbye yet.

"But do you really want me to stay here with you?" Killian asked, yawning again.

"Yeah," Emma said, realizing it wasn't hard to let her walls down for someone who had already gotten inside them, "I don't want this moment to end. I want to fall asleep right here, next to you,"

"If that's what your heart desires," Killian said, "I'd be a fool to deny it."

"Good," Emma said.

As she curled herself up in his arms, Emma couldn't help but think about how natural it all felt, how nice it was to be with Killian, unlike with any man she'd ever met. She suddenly realized that she wanted to spend time with him without having to say goodbye and goodnight. She wanted to get to know all his family members and friends, go with him to all his benefit dinners and art showings, and to comfort him on his harder days.

But more than that, she realized she wanted him to be there for her the same way. She wanted to show him off to all her friends, to curl up in his arms like this after a hard day of work, to go shopping with him and make meals and do chores with him, and to let him be a part of her life too. She wanted to do all kinds of things with him- grab a cup of coffee together, go dancing, or for a boat ride, or to watch the fireworks on the fourth of July- or even just get grilled cheese and onion rings at a diner together. She wanted to celebrate little moments with him- and big moments too, like Christmases and birthdays and anniversaries- she wanted them to have anniversaries.

"I want him to be my boyfriend," Emma thought.

"Hey, Killian," Emma mumbled, half hoping he was already asleep.

"Yes, Emma?" he asked.

"Maybe I'm just tired, and maybe in the morning I'm gonna regret this," Emma said, "but remember on the way to the graduation, when you asked me if I wanted to commit to a relationship yet?"

"Indeed," he said, sitting up a little, and she did the same.

"I don't think I want to leave things open to interpretation anymore," Emma said.

"Oh?" Killian asked.

"If the offer's still on the table, I'd like to be your girlfriend," Emma said, "and I'd like you to be my boyfriend."

"I must be dreaming," Killian smiled, his arm that wasn't still wrapped around her touching her cheek.

Emma took his face in her hands. "We're still awake," she said, "and I want to make our relationship official."

"I said earlier I only want your heart's desire," Killian smiled, "but you've no idea the joy I feel knowing our hearts desire the same thing. I would love to be your boyfriend, if you'd love to be my girlfriend."

"Sounds like a deal," Emma said, smiling.

"Care to seal the deal with a kiss?" Killian asked.

"Yeah," Emma smiled. They both leaned towards each other, slowly, and painted another kiss across each other's lips, this one like a gentle staccato before drifting off to sleep in each other's arms.

#captain swan #once upon a time #killian jones #emma swan #ouat #cs ff #cs fanfiction #cs au #once upon a time season 6

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yourunwiththewolves · 1 month

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AO3 Tag Game

I was tagged by @hereforlou. It was fun reading through yours! it's kinda cool to look back on past works.

How many works do you have on AO3?

Nineteen, not counting the unfinished ones, and the few I orphaned over the years.

What is your AO3 wordcount?

140,145

What fandoms do you write for?

So far, I only ever wrote for two fandoms lol. I'm not very prolific

What are your top 3 fics by kudos?

All derek/stiles:

Break the Ice / I Hate You... / He Doesn't Know...

Do you respond to comments?

Yeah most of them I think

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't do anything but happy endings

What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

?? idk but in this (old and kinda weird) one derek and stiles get married at the end lol

Do you get hate on fics?

Not to my face

Do you write smut? If so, which kind?

Yes, sometimes. The vanilla kind lmao

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest crossover you’ve ever written?

I don't really like crossovers

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I hope not?

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don't remember but @fiercynn "translated" a written work of mine into aN AUDIO FILE lol does that count? (beloved and cherished podfic here)

(by the way, this is me tagging you to do this if you feel like it, Deepa)

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I don't think so.

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

This is harder than I thought...

What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

My current one 😭 it's a mob AU. I wrote a random scene I conjured up on the train home, tried to build around it, failed. It's sitting at 4K words

What are your writing strengths?

Don't know about strengths, but I LOVE writing kissing scenes lol I write them the way I wish they looked

What are your writing weaknesses?

So so so many unnoticed typos, so many unnoticed missing words, very wonky sentence structure.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

from a writer's point of view: kinda risky if you are not very proficient/fluent in the language. Must serve a purpose? Otherwise what's stopping me from writing "X spoke [language]" or "[DIALOGUE], they said in [language]."

from a reader's point of view: fun when I do understand it, (and the grammar is CORRECT.)

First fandom you wrote for?

if we're being extremely precise, Final Fantasy. Not sure which one. (I didn't even play the games. I was 13, no knowledge of plot or characters, running on vibes only, just writing self-inserts of my friends with their fave character lol.)

Favorite fic you’ve written?

noooo

#posts you can blacklist #adventures in fic writing

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eyes-of-mischief · 2 months

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weekly fic recs | 47

prompt: self-insert/OC-insert

fandoms: bnha, knb, mdzs, naruto, svsss

bnha

Causality of Temporal Paradox by MirrorDaltokki

"A tart temper never mellows with age, and a sharp tongue is the only edged tool that grows keener with constant use." - Washington Irving

In which you are very clearly not having a good time slipping through time and space.

Lucky for you, there's at least one constant. Hawks seems to not mind you showing up in his bed over and over again throughout his life.

But hey, look at the upside. There's pro-heroes, so that's kind of cool.

Cleaning Crew; Teaching Kids to Value their Safety, for Fun and Profit by Reavv

Takenaka Hideo is a thirty-two year old, in mild desperation for money, who has just been hired as a new janitor for UA's support staff. He has a quirk that lets him find lost objects, a liaison with the police because of it, and desperate desire for competent co-workers.

Oh, and he's already lived a previous life, in a world where quirks and heroes didn't even exist.

Not a big deal, though. It's not like you ever see the janitor playing a big part in action movies. He's here to get paid, and that's it.

On the opposite side of the equation, class 1-A has to wonder at the new UA cryptid that always seems to show up when things are on fire, and who keeps trying to convince them to let the adults handle the fire extinguisher.

knb

Horseshoes and Hand Grenades by Vroomian

You don't care about sports, and you didn't ask for this nonsense.

so miracles happen after all. by リリス - riris (arurun)

Paralyzed from the neck down, a former basketball star wished only for one thing.

And like a miracle, he wakes up in a new world, in a new body-- and there's only one thing he wants to do now, so he starts running.

"Wait, is this that basketball anime?"

mdzs

by foot it's a slow climb by Vroomian

(graphic depictions of violence) (major character death)

So. Let's get this straight - I didn't set out to derail any plot. My plan was to lay low and stay away from canon. It's just...

My plans tend to fail.

Spectacularly.

i told you when i came i was a stranger by Caramelized

(mature)

A modern OC arrives in Yiling before the start of the Sunshot Campaign. She has no friends, no money, and no cultivation. She knows what's coming, but what could she possibly do about it? *** “Well…” I looked down at my fingernails and tried not to squirm. “If there were a way to separate Wei Wuxian from Madam Yu without ruining his relationship with his siblings, I’d encourage it. Like, as an example, marriage.”

Xichen blinked. “To you?”

“No. Absolutely not. What even—?” The thought was so abhorrent I couldn’t hold it in my head. My brain spat it right back out. “To your brother.”

Xichen blinked. Again. “To Wangji?”

“Obviously?”

“This is a concern of yours?”

“I realize it’s not my business at all,” I admitted. “But you asked.”

naruto

Doing the Work by MarbleGlove

There’s more to peace than the absence of war. The work is as hard and uncertain as any Shinobi mission.

AKA: A highly self-indulgent fic in which a civilian woman helps an orphaned Sasuke and winds up saving the world.

Making Lemonade by Meeceisme

(mature) (graphic depictions of violence)

Waking up after dying to a whole new life in a brand new body is a little outside his frame of reference. But he'll do his best to make the best of this weird as hell situation. Worse comes to worst he'll grab all his favourite people and run the hell away from this mad place.

Featuring: Konoha's atrocious orphanage system, cynical child soldiers and Kakashi's guilt complex.

wataru, wataru by unolvrs

(mature)

“Kirigakure didn’t need help. They needed salvation.”

No one knows anything about the Mizukage. Only that she’s kind. She likes to smile. She likes seafood like every other Mizu-born. And that there’s something inexplicably wrong with her. There’s something wrong with the Mizukage whom the Kiri-nin call a ‘god’.

—or, Wataru Wataru was never really a powerhouse, in this life or the last, but she’s resourceful. She knows cults, pyramid schemes, and corrupt politicians like the back of her hand, so of course, she becomes the Mizukage and becomes a god along the way.

svsss

exec_ep=diviega/. by MirrorDaltokki, MULmul

(mature) (major character death)

AKA: Female Protagonist Fights the System Because She Doesn't Want to Live on the Lesbian Peak Just Because She Won't Sleep With Luo Binghe and She Can Write This Piece of Trash Novel Better than The Stupid Author

#weekly fic recs #prompt #oc #self-insert #bnha fic recs #bnha #mdzs fic recs #mdzs #knb fic recs #knb #naruto fic recs #naruto #reader-insert #oc-insert #svsss fic recs #svsss

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