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maeglinthebold · 7 months
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Maeglinthebold | MayGlenn’s Hobbit Birthday Ficlet Giveaway 2023
Another year, another ficlet giveaway. In the tradition of hobbits giving away presents for their birthdays, I’d love to gift you a fic in my birthday month, so please give me prompts! I need:
Characters and/or ship
Prompt (scenario, word, song, etc.)
Your AO3 handle if you want me to make it a gift work
You can send me an ask, a Discord message, reply to this post, whatever you fancy!
“Rules” below the cut:
I’ll be accepting prompts all September 2023 or until I have too many.
I’ll aim for 200 words minimum, but they may (probably) will be longer.
I have a lot of ongoing WIPs, so you can also request I get my butt in gear about any one of them. 😅
No guarantee how fast I’ll finish!
I’m not shy about my opinions and if you follow me you probably know what fandoms I’m in and what I’m comfortable writing (or not writing). I’ll do my best to give anything a college try, while reserving the right to just say “sorry, no” or workshop it with you until it’s something I can.
You should probably be following me? Or know me somehow, on Discord or whatever. It’d be weird if not. Please don’t reblog this post.
I hate posting fic on Tumblr so I’ll make a Series on AO3 and then link that here when I’ve finished.
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wingsonghalo · 1 month
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A Practice, For Now ((HanaKou version))
SO back in October of 2022, I goofily remixed my first HanaNene fic, A Practice, For Now (also available on Ao3), to feature Hanako asking Kou to help him practice kissing. It's still HanaNene-coded (and MitsuKou-coded), but instead of Nene asking Hanako for practice because she wants her first kiss before she dies, Hanako is asking Kou for practice because he wants to already know how if he ever ends up kissing Nene. So they stumble through some first kisses. They are so silly and I love them. While I initially just wrote this for my HanaNene server for a bit of fun, even keeping the structure of the opening lines of the original fic and the 8-page length (it's literally just 469 words less than the original lmao), it's been SO long since I posted any of my JSHK writing, and there is not enough HanaKou in the world, so!! I hope you enjoy this silliness!! (Also, obviously this would be before any canon kisses, haha) ================================================
It wasn't the proper setting, the air dusty and still in the abandoned classroom, the dying sunlight streaming in through the window in dust-mote-laden rays, and his nose twitching from the chalk dust as he cleaned the board. It wasn't the right time either, 4PM on a Friday. It most certainly wasn't the right person.
But Hanako, who was loitering around here for reasons Kou couldn't explain, brought up a very unexpected topic nevertheless.
"Hey, kid?" he finally spoke up, hovering helpfully in the background as Kou launched into another coughing fit from clapping the chalkboard erasers together.
"Hm?" Kou responded once he was able to speak again, tossing a glimpse at him over his shoulder. Being a ghost, his lungs already drew in no air and thus he did not have to choke on this chalk dust, the lucky bastard.
"We should kiss."
Kou dropped both erasers and began another spectacular coughing fit, no chalk dust required this time, as he whirled on him. "WHAT?!" He'd turned around so fast he almost fell over, and struggled to steady himself by flinging his hands back to brace on the chalk tray.
The Toilet Troll just looked mildly concerned at Kou's sudden inability to stand or breathe air, raising his eyebrows a little. "Be a little louder, why don't you; I think there are people in the next prefecture over who didn't hear you."
"What the HELL kind of thing is that to say?!" Kou demanded, his knees wobbling.
His ghost friend frowned. "I thought it was a rather clever joke. You were so loud that I was implying that people—"
"NOT THAT," Kou interrupted, flinging a hand out to stop him. "The… what you said before that!" Had he misheard or something?!
"Oh," said Hanako mildly, "when I said we should kiss?"
"What is HAPPENING?!" Kou clutched his head desperately. "Is this some kind of bizarre nightmare?!"
"How rude." Hanako's disapproving frown was even more pronounced now. "It was an earnest suggestion."
No matter how many times Kou blinked his wide eyes at his friend, nothing changed, so he dropped his arms and rested his weight against the chalk tray behind him. The pain of it jabbing into his back kept him grounded. "Okay, seriously, what the hell, Hanako? You know perfectly well that that sounds like an insane suggestion, so unless this is just a really bad joke, you must have a pretty good reason." Kou's best guess was that Hanako was going to somehow trick him into agreeing and then laugh at him.
Hanako didn't look like he was in the mood for laughing, however. He heaved a huge sigh, and sat heavily on one of the desks closest to Kou near the front of the classroom with a fwump. Usually he didn't make much noise when he sat on things, so he must have been either really tired, or really dedicated to being theatrical (it was most often the latter). "Look… my life ended before I got to experience a lot of things. Things I thought I never would experience now that I’m dead. But…" He bit his lip. Kou was pretty sure he wasn't just being theatrical now. "It kind of seems like one thing that I thought was out of reach… might not be?"
"You're going to have to be more specific," Kou pressed him.
The ghost tapped his fingertips together. "There's… someone that I like. And I was thinking I'd like to maybe tell them how I feel.” The fingertip-tapping got faster. “And possibly practice a way of expressing those feelings."
"And… who might you be talking about?" Kou had a pretty good idea, but he wanted to be sure.
The gold eyes he lifted to meet Kou's were pleading, desperate. "Do I really have to say it? You feel the same way about her, don't you?"
Her. As he suspected, this had something to do with Hanako's feelings for Yashiro-senpai. Kou didn't respond, except to clench his fists by his sides. "So… what, you want some experience before you tell her your feelings? With me?"
"With my friend," Hanako emphasized softly, and looked down. "My only other friend. I don't have a lot of allies, you know."
Goddammit. How was he supposed to refuse that outright? "And why should I help you? Doesn't that give you an unfair advantage?" he pointed out, crossing his arms. He tried to keep his voice wary, but to his own ears he already sounded resigned.
"Well, you'd gain experience too, hopefully. Don't tell me you're rolling in romantic expertise?"
Kou grimaced, mouth pulling to one side as he tapped a fingertip on his arm. "I have zero experience, a fact I'm sure you're aware of, or you wouldn't have asked me."
He smiled, equal parts devious and sheepish. "Guilty as charged."
The sigh Kou let out lasted a good five seconds. "You're not joking, are you." It wasn't really a question, but Hanako shook his head anyway. "This is ridiculous. You know that, right?" Hanako nodded, his eyes not moving from him as Kou took a few steps towards him. "I mean, I'm a guy. It's not going to be like kissing her. Aren't you freaked out by it?" Another shake of the head. Kou gulped as Hanako stood up again, ghostly feet touching the floor.
He was shorter than Kou. Kou had known that, but it was especially evident now that they were standing facing each other. "Does it freak you out?" he asked.
"Only because it's you," Kou quipped.
"But… you're okay with it?" His goldenrod eyes wavered a bit.
Kou shrugged. "Only because it's you," he repeated, and bent down. Hanako's eyes fluttered shut just in time for their lips to meet.
It was so cold that it surprised him, and maybe that was why it only lasted a split second. But that had hardly been enough to qualify as experience, so when Hanako pressed back up against his mouth, Kou didn't back away. They stood there like that for a few seconds, neither moving a muscle. Kou could hear his pulse pounding in his ears.
When Hanako pulled away, he glanced unsurely up at the other boy. "Well… what did you think?"
"I'll be honest, dude," said Kou: "It kind of sucked."
Hanako flinched. "Well, you said it yourself: it's not the same as it would be with a girl!" Still, his shoulders slumped. "It was bad, huh…"
It was almost endearing, how seriously he was taking this. But Kou pushed back the slightly sappy feelings of fondness swirling inside him at watching Hanako fidget, his cheeks still dusted pink. "I think it's because we were just kind of standing there," he said with a slight smile. "You're supposed to sort of… tilt your head or whatever, I think. So it doesn't feel as stiff."
"Well look who's suddenly an expert," Hanako huffed, but he looked intrigued at this new information. "If you know what you're supposed to do, why didn't you do it?"
"Pardon me for trying to get over the feeling of smooching a popsicle!" Kou fired back.
Hanako's cheeks went a shade darker. "I can't help that any more than you can help feeling like a furnace!"
"A furnace?" Kou repeated.
"Yeah, a furnace!" Hanako crossed his arms, and the pouting look on his face was what some might describe as cute. "You're so hot that I thought I was going to evaporate into mist!"
They stared at each other for a few seconds.
"I'm hot, huh," Kou said, trying not to burst into laughter.
"I didn't mean it like that and you know it," Hanako grumbled, his whole face red.
Kou was usually the butt of Hanako's jokes, so it was quite gratifying being the one to make Hanako feel like a fool for once. "No, I know what you meant," he said, pretending to puff out his chest and combing his fingers back through his hair in his best male model impression. "I'm a total stud." He was, at least, related to someone people frequently labeled as such.
"I'm going to rip that stupid earring off you," the ghost spat, but there was no real threat behind the words.
"Don't hate me for being beautiful," Kou sighed melodramatically. It was the kind of thing Mitsuba might have said, he thought with a fair bit of amusement.
"It's time to shut up now," said Hanako, yanking Kou down by his tie to kiss him again.
Hanako was, at the very least, a quick learner, because this time he tilted his head as instructed, their lips molding together easily. Kou responded as well as he could, moving his mouth in counterpoint. The other boy's lips were soft, and the temperature difference was not exactly unpleasant once he got used to it. Before he even realized it, he found himself swept away in the sensation, allowing himself to be guided by feeling alone. But eventually he needed to breathe, and so he put his hands on Hanako's shoulders to push him back.
The ghost must have misunderstood the intention, however, because he took the increased contact as encouragement, pressing against him more insistently and forcing Kou to take a surprised breath in through his nose instead. Hanako was kissing him like he had something to prove now, having let go of his tie to grasp his shirt with both fists as if to prevent Kou's escape.
Kou wasn't trying to escape, though. His grip on Hanako's shoulders, which had started as an attempt to push him away, now drew him a little closer. His lips responded to Hanako's every move, trying to slow him down where he was too forceful and coax a reaction whenever he stilled. Where had all this sudden effort come from? Kou's knees felt a bit weak, which was stupid because he was kissing Hanako, and it wasn't like there should be any actual feelings involved here, and oh my god he was kissing Hanako; what was this situation and why was his head swimming and why did it feel like sparklers in his gut when Hanako accidentally caught a tooth on his lower lip and pulled away to huskily whisper a "sorry" before kissing him again?
Kou muffled a sound into Hanako's mouth and kissed back like he meant it, because he wasn't just going to let this pervy ghost make him feel like some swooning chick—not that he was swooning or anything. Yes, he only nibbled Hanako's lip back out of spite, to show that Hanako couldn't get the better of him. It had nothing to do with wanting to delight over the startled murmur the other boy made, nor with savoring the way he felt Hanako's cold hands tremble as they clutched his shirt.
This was just Kou's first experience with kissing someone, that was all. That was why every place Hanako touched felt simultaneously freezing and burning hot, that was why his knees felt ready to give out, that was why he shuddered and gripped tighter when Hanako pulled Kou's lower lip between his, like he was reluctant to part from him.
When they drew back this time, both of their faces were red, and they gasped for air, staring at each other almost challengingly. The rosy tint of Hanako's cheeks was almost—okay, no, it was completely adorable.
Shit, Kou thought to himself as his heart lurched in his chest, did he maybe have sort of a tiny thing for Hanako?
Whatever; not important right now.
"Does it always… feel like that?" Hanako finally broke the silence. His voice sounded a bit roughened in a way that made the hairs on the back of Kou's neck stand up.
"Like what?" Kou prompted, brain still a bit sluggish and yet swirling with questions.
"Like, you know…" Number Seven of the School Wonders lowered his head, looking like a shy young boy rather than an impressive leader of apparitions as his large eyes flicked up towards Kou’s. "…Good?"
Some part of Kou preened at the praise, implicit though it was. "We've already established that I have zero experience, so I couldn't tell you."
"Ah," Hanako replied with a nod, "that's true."
"But…" The hesitance had crept into Kou's voice too now as he stuck his hands in his pockets. "I didn't… hate it."
Hanako's face lit up, and Kou's heart skipped a beat. Oh no. Kou hadn't been aware of how bad his soft spot was for this little jerk. "So it wasn't as bad that time?"
Kou stifled an uncomfortable laugh. That was putting things mildly. "Nah, it was, um…" He cleared his throat, and ran a hand through his messy blonde hair. "Definitely not as bad."
The other boy grinned a mile wide. "Aww, I love you too, kiddo," the menace teased with a wink.
"I take it back," Kou decided. "I hated it, and I hate you."
"I know you don't mean it, but hearing you say it kind of hurts anyway." Hanako was pouting again. "If I tried kissing you again, would you hate me less, or more?”
"You're really pushing it," Kou groused as he rolled his eyes. "Don't you think you've gotten enough practice?"
The other boy didn't look confident, pressing his fingertips together and glancing up at Kou hesitantly. "I don't know… do you think she'd punch me if I kissed her at this, er, skill level?"
"I don't think she'd punch you," Kou said, crossing his arms thoughtfully, "but if you made her cry, I would definitely punch you."
Hanako's expression clouded over, his eyes darkening and his brows drawing together. "It's selfish to feel this way, I know. I mean, you're actually alive. She'll remember you when she leaves this place. You…" He hung his head. "…actually have a chance with her."
Kou smiled, a little bittersweetly. "There was a time that I would have loved to date Senpai. She's really cute, and totally my type." He scooped up Raiteijou, which had been leaning against the wall in the corner, wrapped up and disguised as an umbrella, before facing Hanako again. He felt more secure with the staff in his hands. "But the more I spent time around you guys," he continued, "the more I realized that I have more fun as her friend." Plus there was the fact that his senpai was completely obviously head-over-heels in love with the ghost in front of him, but he wasn’t going to give Hanako the satisfaction of admitting that.
Hanako's eyebrows shot up. "Did you just friendzone Yashiro?"
He brought one shoulder up to his ear in a half-shrug. "I guess?"
"So… you don't have feelings for her?" He sounded incredulous, like he couldn't believe anyone wouldn't love Yashiro Nene.
"Not romantic ones anymore," he clarified. He'd still do just about anything for her as a friend, after all.
Hanako narrowed his eyes. "Why'd you agree to help your former rival, then? Just out of the goodness of your heart?"
He hesitated, his free hand clenching into a fist in his pocket. Pink hair and a smile brighter than the midday sun flashed through his mind like snapshots. "I still might have wanted some practice," he mumbled.
Hanako waggled his eyebrows at him, leaning right into his space. "Don't tell me I'm more your type now?~"
Kou whacked the Porcelain-Throne Poltergeist lightly on the head with Raiteijou. "Go back to your bathroom if you want to talk shit," he grumbled, but his cheeks felt warm.
"It's a good thing I didn't fall for you, since you'd apparently be an abusive boyfriend," Hanako whined, rubbing the spot Kou's wrapped staff had hit. Kou was positive it hadn't actually hurt him. He was just being dramatic.
"I'd never hit anyone I was dating," Kou said with dignity. "You're a special case."
"You think I'm special~" Hanako sang, floating around him obnoxiously. "You liked smooching me~"
Irritation prickled Kou's spine. He wanted to smack him again, but instead he took a deep, grounding breath. He could be mature here. "Like I said, it wasn't bad," he got out through gritted teeth. "Thank you for the experience." He gave a stiff bow before turning on his heel. "If you're done being a pain in the ass, I'll be on my way." He hadn't entirely finished cleaning the classroom, but if Hanako kept being so annoying, Kou couldn't guarantee he'd be able to resist shutting him up (whether with Raiteijou or his own mouth, he was still debating).
"Wait!" Hanako's hand closed around the fabric at his back, and Kou stopped in his tracks. "I, um… I didn't get to say thank you." Curiously, Kou turned around to face him again, raising an eyebrow to prompt him.
The vulnerability in Hanako's face couldn't be anything but genuine, his brows drawn up as he let go of Kou. "I really couldn't have asked anyone else for help about this." He pulled his cap off his head, fidgeting with it as he held it down by his waist. "It… means a lot to me that you didn't just laugh in my face."
Kou wanted to make a joke, like Hanako would have at any other time. Say yeah, well, it was a close thing or can I still laugh now? But looking at this kid—this kid who had died before his first kiss, died before he'd even gotten to Kou's age, this kid who was short and scrawny and suspicious and had a propensity for dirty jokes but had also saved Kou more times than he could count, who had called Kou his only other friend—he couldn't bring himself to make light of things.
"You're really important to Senpai, Hanako," he said, tone heavy with sincerity, and then grabbed Hanako's hat out of his hands. He shoved it back onto the other boy's head and pulled it low over his eyes, ignoring Hanako's squawk of alarm and laying one more kiss on the hat's brim. "…But you're important to me, too. Don't forget that."
Hanako's hands sprang up to push his cap back into its rightful place, and Kou was satisfied to see that his whole face was glowing red. He looked absolutely stunned, his mouth hanging open and his hair in disarray as he fumbled for words. "I, what's—what's with that, all of a sudden?" he finally sputtered. "Getting all sentimental on me like that…!"
"You started it," Kou retaliated, sticking out his tongue.
Wow, Hanako actually looked more flustered than Kou had been banking on. Either Hanako had some slight feelings buried there too that were going to remain unaddressed, or Kou was way cooler than anyone ever admitted.
(Or Hanako was just easy to fluster. It was probably that, but Kou's ego wanted it to be more than that.)
"You're not going to tell anyone about this, are you?" Hanako said next, still straightening his hat and looking out of sorts as he cleared his throat.
"Psh. Like I'd want to tell anyone about kissing you," Kou threw over his shoulder, since he was getting ready to leave.
"You say that, but I know you're just dying to gush about my considerable talent." Ah, he'd recovered his swagger that quickly, huh?
"I'm not dying for anything, pal," he shot back with a lopsided grin, shrugging on his uniform jacket, which he’d flung over a desk chair.
They shared a look, and Kou felt certain that there was understanding between them when Hanako grinned back.
"See you tomorrow, Kou."
It was perhaps the first time Hanako had actually said his name, and the sound of it was like a flicker of candle flame in his chest, making his smile widen even further.
There was a lot of stuff for Kou to figure out. Maybe he had a bit of experience now, but still not much confidence to make any moves to resolve his entanglement with a certain other supernatural. Maybe he'd never get any kind of satisfying happy ending even if he did gain some confidence. Maybe he'd essentially given away his first kisses to someone he had no intention of pursuing (tiny embers of something burning in his chest notwithstanding). Maybe didn't have much of an idea of where to go from here.
But that was okay.
"Good night, Hanako," he replied, pushing open the door to the classroom.
For now, this was fine.
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Thanks for letting me revisit this old thing!! If y'all like it, I'll put it up on Ao3 as well, LOL. 💖
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lastleaf · 2 months
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Just for fun, I made a list of all my stories from the last few @thgseasonofhope fic exchanges. All three of them are so different from each other and at least one of them would never have existed without my giftee's prompts (which is good, because it definitely brought me out of my comfort zone).
and that has made all the difference 
Eighteen-year-old Cinna interns for longtime stylist Tigris during that year's Hunger Games.
Rated: T
Words: 2159
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Crave 
Katniss develops some unusual cravings in the early stages of her pregnancy. Post-Mockingjay
Rated: M
Words: 1,467
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Something Sweet
Pre-canon. Reminiscing about happier times in her past, Lucy Gray would like to create some sweet memories for the younger members of the Covey.
Rated: T
Words: 1,290
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imnotamarysue · 5 months
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Baldur's Gate (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lae'zel/Shadowheart (Baldur's Gate) Characters: Shadowheart (Baldur's Gate), Lae'zel (Baldur's Gate), Tav (Baldur's Gate), Astarion (Baldur's Gate), Wyll (Baldur's Gate), Gale (Baldur's Gate), Karlach (Baldur's Gate), Halsin (Baldur's Gate), Jaheira (Baldur's Gate), Dame Aylin | Nightsong, Isobel Thorm Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, background gale/astarion, background tav/halsin, background isobel/aylin, Background Relationships, non-binary Tav, Spoilers for Quest: The Urge | The Dark Urge Storyline (Baldur's Gate), dark urge tav, there are two deaths and both of them are canon (also one lasts 2 lines), Getting Together, Eventual Romance, First Kiss, Anxiety, Nightmares, Insomnia, not betaed we die like an underleveled dnd npc Summary:
On the third night after the crash, Shadowheart started hearing the snores coming from Lae'zel's tent.
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luobingmeis · 6 months
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pairing: romantic 3zun
content: 3.3k of fluff, technically in novel timeline this is during the 13 year gap but it's also a time away from time where 3zun are happy and in love, it's lan xichen's birthday and he has so much love to give (and he is so loved)
summary:
As much as he dreamed of more for the three of them, he often looked at what they had already survived, at the places they had built for each other within their lives, and he was content. He was happy. They were happy. For a long time, he didn’t think any of them would be able to say that.
(likes/reblogs greatly appreciated! <3)
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quiet-compassion · 4 months
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OFMD Fluffvember Day 14: Friends to Lovers
https://archiveofourown.org/works/51779614
“Roach, you’ve really outdone yourself with these, man!”
“Yeah, you’re like some kind of culinary genius!”
Stede hears a chorus of agreement as he painstakingly makes his way down to the mess hall.
“Ah well, I just figured it’s a special occasion. We pulled off our first-ever fuckery! That’s reason to celebrate!” Roach declares to a round of raucous cheers from the crew.
Clutching at his still very much punctured left side, Stede finally lumbers in.
“There you are, Captain!” Frenchie says, mouth half-full. “Glad to see you up and about. We were worried you might have died.”
“Nope, not dead. I was just having a lie-down and must have drifted off,” Stede explains somewhat bashedly.
Ed rises from his spot at the table, crossing to Stede and helping him into a chair. “You lost a lotta blood, mate. I reckon you’re entitled to a good nap. Plus with all that sword fighting, defeating Izzy, you must have been knackered!”
His words wipe away the embarrassment Stede had been feeling. He sits up straighter, only to sag back down when his stitches twinge in protest. “Yes, I suppose so. I have worked up quite an appetite! What’s all this I hear about your culinary genius, Roach?”
The crew exchange somewhat guilty looks.
“Uhh, you missed dinner, Cap,” Oluwande says apologetically.
“Yeah, and we worked up appetites too, with our performance and all.” Black Pete gestures around the table.
“Real hungry,” Frenchie agrees.
Oluwande tips his head towards his empty plate. “We’d already moved onto dessert.”
“Ah.” Stede’s stomach gives a rumble of disappointment. “Well, that’s alright! I could do with a sweet little pick-me-up. What’s for dessert?”
“Roach made these ginger biscuits. But they were shaped like little men,” Wee John explains.
“Ooooh! That’s maudlin, isn’t it?” Stede says appreciatively.
“Yeah, but they’re all gone Captain. Sorry.”
As much as he tries to appear unaffected, Stede’s dismay must be clear. Ed gives a small chuckle and claps him lightly on the shoulder.
“No worries, mate. Here, take mine,” he says picking up his biscuit and handing it to Stede.
“Really? Are you sure?”
“Course I am. What are friends for?” Ed assures, shooting him a small smile and a meaningful look. Stede stares back at him, sure that they’re both replaying the same moment from last night in their minds.
“...That’s why I don’t have any friends.”
“Hey, I’m your friend.”
He accepts the proffered cookie from Ed and says, voice small, “Thank you.”
All around them, the chatter of the crew resumes. An hour or so later, as Ed helps Stede back to his cabin, he’s still thinking about it. He sits on the couch as Ed pours them each a brandy, lost in thought and savoring the taste of ginger that lingers on his lips.
“Ed?” he ventures, softly.
“Yeah, mate?”
“Earlier…that is, before…you offered me your dessert and you said ‘What are friends for?’”
“Did, yup,” Ed nods dropping into the chair beside the couch.
“Well, it just occurs to me…I don’t actually know.”
“Know what?”
“What friends are for,” Stede confesses.
Ed looks up at him, mouthing falling open in surprise. Stede forces himself to continue on.
“Last night, I told you I’m your friend—and I am! I want to be. Only, it occurs to me now…I’ve never really had a friend before. So, I’m afraid that in spite of my best efforts and intentions, I may prove a poor one to you.”
He’s flushing, he can feel it. The room is warm and the longer Ed goes without saying anything, it seems to Stede that the temperature is rising. Thankfully, after another moment or two Ed breaks the silence, clearing his throat.
“Well, the first thing you did after calling yourself my friend was forgive me for planning to kill you. Pretty top-tier shit if you ask me. If anything, I’m sorry for you. You deserve better, especially from your first friend.”
“Nonsense!” Stede says immediately. “You’re excellent. You shared your biscuit with me! And you’ve taught me so much about piracy. And you put up with all my idiosyncrasies. No one else ever has.”
Ed scoffs. “I don’t put up with them. They’re one of my favorite parts about you, man! What did I tell you when we met? You’re doing things your way! Fucking fascinating!”
Stede’s blushing again, though this time it isn’t out of embarrassment. 
“Well,” he says with a pleased smile, raising his glass, “to friendship.”
“To figuring it out as we go,” Ed says with an answering grin.
It takes some persuading but, eventually, the crew agrees to let Ed back aboard the ship for the night.
“Just keep him the fuck away from us!” Jim hisses, one arm around Oluwande’s shoulder, the other around Archie’s waist. Together, they leave to head below deck; the rest of the crew disperses in their wake. 
“That went well, all things considered,” Stede says cheerily.
Ed gives a noncommittal hum, looking over Stede’s shoulder to where Lucius is once again flipping him the bird.
“And I’m sure the tension will thaw even more after a good night’s rest. Speaking of, shall we turn in?”
“Yeah, alright,” he agrees with a nod, following Stede through to the captain’s cabin. It’s the first time they’ve been in here together since…everything. Ed feels a tangle of emotions well up inside of him. He is at once abashed by the dismal, derelict state the room has fallen into and childishly glad that Stede is being forced to see just how much destruction he had inspired.
For his part, if Stede is bothered by the loss of all his fine things he doesn’t show it, except to remark, “I’d offer you a brandy, but I don’t seem to have any.”
Ed shrugs.
“Listen, I don’t want to pressure you or anything, but I’d quite like it if you stayed aboard. Beyond just tonight, I mean.” Stede eyes him with that nervous slightly skittish expression he gets when he really wants something he thinks he might be denied.
“Could do, I guess,” Ed says looking down at his boots. “I mean, I don’t have any other plans really.”
Stede beams then struggles to school his face into something more neutral. “Right. Good. But uh, in order for that to work, I think you’ll probably have to address the crew. Clear the air.”
Ed feels as though a bucket of cold seawater has been upended over his head. 
“Shit,” he groans running a hand over his face. “What do I—I don’t know what I would even say.”
“Well, I can help you. We can have a think together about it tonight and get something scripted out. That way you feel more prepared when the time comes,” Stede offers kindly.
“You’d do that? Really?”
“Of course!” Stede says at once. “What are friends for?”
Ed’s eyes snap up to Stede’s at the turn of phrase. Stede offers him a shy smile.
“Are we still friends?” he hears himself ask, pathetically.
“We’ll always be friends, Ed.”
And really, what can Ed say in the face of that? 
They sit together (on the floor, what with the room’s distinct lack of chairs), scribbling down notes and pitching each other lines, collaborating to craft the best possible apology. In some ways, it feels exactly like it was before. Stede scooches in closer at one point to get a better look at the paper between them and their knees touch. Even though it’s a breezy night, the room suddenly feels warm.
“See? I told you we’d figure it out!” Stede says, reading over their finished draft.
Ed watches him fondly, an ember of hope glowing in his chest. “Yeah, mate. I think we will.”
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a-hackneyed-premise · 8 months
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I'm writing a Caryl and Richonne Borderlands AU fic. And because writing is hard, I drew them Borderlands-style instead
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starboysbrainrot · 6 months
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Chapter 8 of Devil Town is out !
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kahootqueen69 · 6 months
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IF IT WASN'T FOR THE NIGHTS
the Captain x Havers | G | 2.2k
“I was saying, sir, that it’s good to see you awake, at last,” he chuckled. “Longer than you have been, I mean. You’ve had a nasty time of it.” The Captain did remember waking up a few times, here and there. It was all hazy, though, as his thoughts still were. But he had the very secure sense of being looked after, and looked after well. The Captain comes down with a fever, but his trusty lieutenant is there to catch him when he does.
TAGS: Lieutenant Havers's Name is William, Pre-Relationship, Sickfic, Hurt/Comfort, Fever
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disillusionist9 · 1 year
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I commissioned a lovely artist on Twitter to draw a scene from my fanfic, the chapter for this scene was just posted on AO3 today! Please be mindful when you visit this Twitter account that there will be several art pieces that are NSFW.
Let Me Occupy Your Mind, As You Do Mine by disillusionist9
Excerpt from Chapter 11 “An Awful Lot of Plants”
“There’s been a recent influx of locusts in the forest and I need to add some extra magical protections to make sure they don’t come after my fruit,” Rasmodius said when she kneeled next to him to help pluck the bright blue fruit from the vines. “They’re more effective than your typical pesticides.”
“Can you show me the spell you’re using? I haven’t seen any locusts on my farm but I’m so close to the forest that I wouldn’t want to risk it.” She brushed some hair away from her face with the back of her hand, to avoid smearing it with blue fruit juice and dirt. The flyaway ends were starting to curl as her face warmed up from work.
“On the contrary these are spells I learned by studying my notes from your property. Your plants are completely safe from pests.” A few small magical chimes filled the air as he pressed his hands into the ground around another vine. “I always have to keep a layer of magical protection on these plants anyway. My ex-wife hated them, you see. She said they were a sign I was growing soft.”
To her credit Lyla didn’t fully break her stride in her work at hearing his admission of an ex-wife. No one had mentioned that to her in the village before. The way that Robin had reacted that rainy summer day when warning her about her newest friend came to mind but she brushed away the feelings of worry. Rasmodius had been annoying at first, and still was in some ways, but he’d never given Lyla any reason to doubt his intentions. She did her best not to jump to conclusions before he could explain further - though, she did wonder if he was sharing something personal as a way to balance the fact he knew something personal about her.
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yourubersawcrit · 4 months
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I've been divinely inspired to send asks to others, so here I am. You've sent me some asks about my thoughts on Invincible, so it's about high time I send you some myself. I want to hear all of it; your favorite characters, least favorite characters, thoughts, predictions, the works. Feel free to rant, as I am actively encouraging it. :))))
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I FOUND IT, HUZZAH!!
So! I'll do my best to write my rant as best as I can. Disclaimer for spoilers of the fourth episode of S2 if you haven't watched it, just in case, heh.
First of all, I learned about the series' existence by that meme at the top of this post a friend sent on a chat group we had; he drew fanart as well! After that, some users of another server wanted me to draw a character on that meme pose Omni-man was doing that showed his ass while kneeling —I believe it's still on my art sideblog—.
I wanted to watch it on my own, yet upon realizing I needed a Prime account, I decided to watch it with my parents. The first time I tried, it was night time, and they fell asleep before finishing episode one, which, in the context of the series, it was the best possible outcome for them. In my case, I watched all of it; it was just nice to have a more realistic approach of a young superhero and a family!
And that change of tone? Delightful! I gasped and enjoyed all the graphic details, as well as how much the GotG were hurt upon realizing Nolan was killing their colleagues, their friends.
Time passed, and I forgot about the series until I made my parents watch the Meet the Team videos, to then take advantage of their willingness so we could finish the series.
And oh boy, they did enhance the experience.
I still remember when Debbie said that Nolan was going to come home later for lunch, to then hear a small chuckle from my mother. A little bit of context should be provided, so I'll do that. My father works for the Navy here, and as consequence, he tends to go to other cities or board ships for days, weeks, even months, as well as working late; it has been normalized.
Watching a 17 year old guy wanting to be more than he was able to ever think possible as a 17 year old kid at the time was fascinating, if not sometimes painful. And now Mark is in college, heh. Yeap, the show hit home a few times, more than necessary.
What can I say about S1 overall? It was amazing! The sort of murder mystery tone it got was great to follow since we knew the who, not the why; and watching how Debbie was more and more sure about her theory was entertaining yet heart-stopping, as she was the only person capable of confronting Nolan and getting away with it. She worries me still, I want her to get her catharsis so she feels better; please writers, Debby deserves to be happy. She reminds me of my mother from time to time.
It's interesting how in the comics she is a housewife, yet in the series they decided to give her some agency and make her have a stable job, which may be the reason why they live in that house on the first place! She said “Get out of my house!” for a reason.
Mark, oh Mark. Watching him get physical and mentally damaged was such a journey that I enjoyed until I began caring for him just as with Debbie. He reminded me of another character that I deeply love, Kiana Kaslana, based on the fact that both characters were compared to someone related to them, as well as kept fighting for humanity although there were many reasons to stop doing so; also they are deeply traumatized.
And if the series' writers decide to follow the arc that Mark had in the comics, I may not survive. I'd implode from all the implications of it. TL;DR, let my guy be happy!
Nolan, ah Nolan. My partner thought he was going to be my favorite character, but Mark's existence takes the first place for sure. This man is so fascinating, being one of the strongest beings yet a complete insensitive dum dum goofball at the moment he has to express his honest feelings and thoughts thanks to all those years of Viltrumite indoctrination.
I hope he stops using Mark as a punching bag for his internal struggles. Looking at S1 episode 8 and S2 episode 4, he grabs his son as a ragdoll and yells at him as if that would convince Mark to be by his side? And the way he's feeling empathy now, hahah you fucker, have deep emotions now! It would have been preferable back on Earth, though. I wonder if the other Viltrumites will commit the execution or not.
I like most of the secondary characters, William is on thin ice, though, since he's uncaring of remembering Mark hurtful mistakes he's done, it doesn't seem William is joking sometimes, which confuses me since both characters are good friends and should know what may be a negative memory to the other.
My girl Amber is doing well! Good thing the writers realized that making her get mad at Mark based on his superhero life was not the best idea, resulting in Amber being more understanding on S2.
Eve is isolating herself, and her father kind of pisses me off because the story is quite vague in trying to prove if he's right or just trying to be more realistic, I'm referring to the incident he showed Eve that was wrote on the newspaper.
And the way they convey the concept of being more akin to someone you once saw divine, now showing its true colors, realizing you may go through the same path while everyone else acts if you already were that person, who brought nothing else but pain. It's wonderful.
It's an amazing show that has the privilege of being one of the few that made me care for the characters and their journey. Let's hope it ends with a bang when the time comes.
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So in light of recent news, I hear we're re-sharing old OFMD Fanworks?
Canon-adjacent/Nebulous well-adjusted future
I hope that someone gets my... - After twenty years together, Ed is still finding Stede's messages in bottles.
Steve Bunnet - a petting zoo caper
A Vicious Cycle - playing with each other's hair
Put him on his knees, give him some' to believe in - sexy pillow talk
Codependent Co-captains - mild hurt/comfort
I'm a boss bitch but tonight we do it your way - First time Bottom!Ed
Just Resting My Eyes - Ed falls asleep in an awkward spot
I'm not wanting anything (but your loving, your body, and a little bit of your brain) - Fluffy picnic
What Ails You - edging, Top!Stede
"The Little Mermaid" - story time and queer allegories
World Enough and Time - Five times Stede and Edward try to have sex and are comically interrupted, and the one time they successfully bone
Canon AUs
Bell the Cat - the (curesed) cat bell turns the wearer into a sex kitten
Whale of a Tale - Stede turns into a merman and saves Ed from the storm
Fly By Night - Stede and Ed hook up with Mary and Doug, written with @lizzy-leo
It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero - Stede sets out to homewreck Ed/Izzy...on purpose
And at last I see the light - Rapunzel fairy tale
Welcome to My Nightmare (I think you're gonna like it) - vampire!Stede, werewolf!Blackbeard
Wherever I go I'll be looking for you - WWDITS Vianton fusion
But on That Road I Took a Fall - Daemon!AU
Start Where You Are (and Change the Ending) - Amnesia fic!
Reunion Fics (written pre-actual reunion)
Warmth - hurt/comfort tag to 2x3
Everything About You - reunion inspired by the beach fight shots in the trailer
Sinking in your Eyes, Chasing Golden Nights - reunion and happily ever after written pre-S2 with @lizzy-leo
Waiting to Drown - angsty reunion on that beach from the promos
I can barely recall, but it's all coming back to me now - time loop reunion
Ask for forgiveness, never permission - angsty reunion and getting back together, written with @a-singer-of-songs
Tell me all your thoughts on God / Cause I'm on my way to see her - Fluffy taking things slow, written with @a-singer-of-songs
Hell of a Night - An actual Kraken shows up
So Why the Hell is There a Light that's Keeping Us Forever - angsty H/C reunion
How the Mighty Fall (They Fall in Love) - Edward goes back for Stede instead of waiting for him on the dock
I haven't shared most of these to tumblr at all so thanks in advance for the reblog!
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wingsonghalo · 3 months
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20 Questions for Fic Writers
Tagged by @cnnmonbimee! Thank you for the tag!! Read her awesome answers here!
1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 66! More than I thought were on there tbh!
2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? Uhhh apparently it's 684,757! Less than I thought!
3. What fandoms do you write for? In order of most fics to least: Ace Attorney, JSHK, My Hero Academia, Mob Psycho 100, Homestuck, Hunter x Hunter, Phineas and Ferb, and Supernatural. I've also written a lot of Pokemon stuff, but somehow that has escaped Ao3 despite it being my longest fandom LOL. Working on a Pokemon SV one currently though 👀
4. What are your top five fics by kudos? Project: Matchmakers (shocker, I know), Sleep (Too) Tight (It's always been slowly but steadily popular), Force of Habit (bit of a surprise there honestly), Project: Matrimony (less surprising), and The Stuff of Dreams. So what I am seeing here is that no one leaves kudos on my JSHK or MP100 or MHA fics :') Some of these fics are one-shots, so it's kind of surprising! I wish PlayWright had gotten more attention; that fic killed me while I was writing it. I'm not giving number of kudos because I'm not comfortable with that and it makes me feel bad about myself haha,,,
5. Do you respond to comments? I try to! I've fallen behind on responding to them in the past 2 years or so because life has been so busy, though…
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Probably A Practice, For Now?? LMAO it's also my first JSHK and the one with the most kudos HMM COULD THIS FANDOM BE ADDICTED TO ANGST PERHAPS??! I don't write angst a lot!! What can I say, I'm a sucker for a happy ending.
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Almost all of my fics end happily, LOL. Pick any of them that actually has an ending.
8. Do you get hate on fics? Not commonly. I've gotten anon hate before about them on tumblr on rare occasions, but usually my comments on ao3 stay pretty nice.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I do sometimes, but I'm so shy about it that I rarely ever post it /)//w//(\ Usually I just share it among friends, haha!
10. Do you write crossovers? Nope, and I never will!
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Yes. Someone tried to run Project: Matchmakers through a translator to hide the word matches and sell it as an ebook on Amazon, but they only bothered to hide it for chapter 1 so someone reported it to me and then in retaliation I started actually selling it on Amazon for the lowest price I could because the thief was trying to sell the shittier version for like 7 dollars LSFJ;AKLD. Read about the whole debacle here.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes, quite a few! People have been great about asking me for permission! 💖
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes, here and there! Usually it's either fics where I have written one part and someone else has written another scene, or someone had me look over something they'd written and I added so much commentary or threw additional ideas at them so much that the story ended up changing and I somehow became a co-author, LOL.
14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Oh my god don't make me answer that ;alskdjfl;k. If I wrote a fic for them ever, they're my favorite. I have so many favorites that I've never written fics for, too.
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? THE UNDERCOVER FIIIIIC [sobs] and also Left on Read hnnngh
16. What are your writing strengths? Emotions!! I'm super good at those! I'm also really strong at dialogue and banter, and making my writing kinda witty/funny.
17. What are your writing weaknesses? Describing settings ;w; I write my scenes like I draw my art: in Descriptionless Blank Voids lkas;dlkf. I also struggle with the flow of action scenes sometimes, though I think they usually turn out okay if I spend enough time on them. I also probably use too many adverbs and adjectives, but y'know what? Fuck it I like my descriptive words thank you very much
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? As long as you're checking that it means what you think it means, or possibly asking a native speaker if you're unsure about context or need a sensitivity reader, I think it's fine. It annoys me if I have to check a footnote every other line, but if you can mostly understand it without a translation in context, it can be kinda nice! At least it says you're trying more than phonetically spelling out an accent, which--remember, kids!--is always cringe! 👍
19. First fandom you wrote for? On Ao3, it was Homestuck. On the internet in general, it was Animal Crossing and Pokemon, LOL.
20. Favorite fic you’ve written? Don't make me cHOOSE BETWEEN MY BABIESSS 😭 I dunno man! Project: Matchmakers is my magnum opus, but the PlayWright is lowkey kind of a masterpiece, I love so many of my JSHK fics to bits and pieces, a lot of my MP100 and MHA fics are very special to me, I've been trying to write a HxH one for YEARS and have poured my heart into making it beautiful, just UGHHH every single one of my fics I have vivid memories of conceptualizing and working on and most of them are my favorite to some degree!
I tag @carochinha, @kittykatz009, @toastytoaster22, @ittybittytoostormy, and anyone else who would like to answer these questions!!
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breadcrumbsandstars · 9 months
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek, Star Trek: The Original Series Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James T. Kirk/Spock Characters: James T. Kirk, Spock (Star Trek) Additional Tags: Old Age, old married spirk, Old Married James T. Kirk/Spock, Comfort No Hurt, Fluff, OC (Original Cat) - Freeform Summary:
Jim considered not waking either of them, so peaceful was the scene, but something kept him hovering in the doorway, unable to look away. He’d come home early from the conference because, as lovely as Rome had been, he’d had enough of it. He’d wanted his bed and he’d wanted his husband, not necessarily in that order, and he couldn’t bear the thought of sleeping alone now that he was there.
Jim comes home.
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colubrina · 2 years
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖
thank you for the ask, lovely anon!
Not the Worst Thing: A year after the Battle of Hogwarts everyone decides they'll go out to celebrate. Too much alcohol and an accidental bonding ceremony later and Draco and Hermione need to figure out how to escape a marriage neither wants.
Four Times Draco Malfoy Ordered Coffee and One Time Hermione Did: The cliched coffee shop and college non-magical AU literally no one was asking for.
If I'm Gonna Fall in Love: Draco made a list of everything he needed to fall in love. She had to be beautiful, and deferential, and from a good family. She had to be someone his parents would like, someone his friends would approve of. But how was he supposed to meet the perfect girl if he kept getting caught up in arguments with Potter's bushy-haired sidekick?
Rebuilding: Hermione Granger returns to Hogwarts to help rebuild the shattered castle the summer after the war. She and the other summer resident - and eventually their friends - have to come to terms with how the war broke more than just the walls of the building. Follows multiple Hogwarts students through '8th year' and one additional year of early adulthood.
No Greater Love: Voldemort has won, or mostly, and Death Eaters don't have a retirement plan so Draco Malfoy is stuck serving a master he hates. He and Blaise Zabini just try to keep their heads down and not attract attention. They aren't heroes. Then Hermione Granger gets Snatched and they make the fateful, stupid decision to save her.
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sapphirecatgirl · 5 months
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Fingers crossed that this is the only time that I’ll have to talk about this. In the 10 years that I’ve been cosplaying I’ve had luck with not seeing bad sportsmanship from other people at cosplay contests. I didn’t get my first Best in Division craftsmanship award until 2022. (Not sure if honorable mentions count in this case) I get that it hurts whenever you lose. It sucks when you don’t get the award that you wanted. It sucks that you poured blood, sweat, tears, and maybe some cuss words in and the judges didn’t call you to stand with them at the award ceremony. I’ve been there. But the judges have the skill set and the experience to make their decisions. That’s why they were selected to be part of that panel. In the moment it feels justified to rant and say negative stuff. But people remember stuff like that. If it’s posted online? The internet is forever. Hey Audience members! You were not there during the cosplay construction process or the judging session!
Let’s do better everyone. To all cosplayers that are still working towards their first win, keep going and be open minded to constructive feedback. If you don’t win, ask the judges politely after the con for their opinion and feedback. Then take it and go full on ahead with your next project! We are all geeks just dressing up as our favorite characters.
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