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Tomione fic recs for hot people

As promised, this one's for you @leafsandstarlight <3 welcome to the insanity!! grab some popcorn!!

Unsphere the Stars by @cocoartistwrites (This was my gateway drug, it's got everything you could possibly want and more)

Altered State by @ginnyruin (the suspense in this story is nuts. you'll be on the edge of your seat the entire time)

Infinite Spin by @seollem-tm (I'm very not normal about this fic specifically. It just does something to me that I cannot describe.)

Gryffindor Red by @foolishlywandwaving (This one so wild you'll be hooked by chapter one, and it's beautifully written. Such a good take on a hogwarts story!!)

Peremo by virennia (I couldn't find their tumblr acct to tag them :/ )

Verso also by virennia

Limerance by @devdevlin (for all ur professor tom needs)

Tom, Just Tom by ciule (I don't believe this author is on tumblr either, but this one is SO FUNNY. Like the sheer absurdity of it is amazing)

BONUS CONTENT: In the Bleak Midwinter by TheLoud (technically tomione except it's the OTHER tom riddle lmao)

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TOMIONE FANFICS [AO3/FANFICTION.NET/ TUMBLR]

>Blood and Gold by ObsidianPen

>unsphere the stars by cocoartist

>Nightmare by provocative_envy

>Severed Souls Series by greyana

>Jörmungandr by honeyskeleton

>Dimmuborgir by NoFootprintsInSand

>NerysDax AO3 fics

>A Crown of Dying Stars by NoFootprintsInSand

>Pygmalion by Colubrina

>Building a Mystery by StBridgit

>nauticalparamour AO3 fics

>Altered State by Ginnyruin

>Enigma by devdevlin

>Altered State by Ginnyruin

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In Another Life. Finale. Part I.

Author’s Note: 

Hi...so yeah, Valdaya is well and truly a concept of the past now. I understand that and am happy for the real life Val and Zendaya who have found love in their real lives. 

But that doesn’t mean I stopped enjoying creating stories for these two. This whole series-started many years ago in college-was the most fun I’ve had writing any sort of fiction, and I’ve gone back many a time to re-read and try to wrap it up properly. (I seem to not have the attention span to finish any story unless it’s a one-shot.) 

So, here I am, once again, going down the rabbit hole that is this ship and adding fuel to a dead fire. 

But if you want to be nostalgic with me, I’m going to really try to finish thing...and fix some mistakes I’ve found in the other parts. 

This piece is a continuation of the incomplete piece I posted in 2017. 

Enjoy xx

There’s a quick knock on the door to let her know someone’s coming in, and then Peta is there, and she’s dragging Val by the arm in behind her. 

Zendaya sucks in a sharp breath, her eyes raking over the man she hadn’t seen in person in almost seven years. Nerves shoot through her, and she balls her fists and crosses her arms over her chest in attempt to smooth them. 

“..-getting sick of your behavior,” Peta hisses at Val, and Zendaya gulps at the turbulent expression on his face as he looks at his sister-in-law. “I didn’t invite Zendaya here just for you to give her the cold-shoulder the entire night. You’re going to listen to her and you both,” Peta looks across at Zendaya, “are going to talk things out. Are we clear?” 

Val shakes Peta’s hand off his arm. “Crystal,” he practically spits, walking away from the two women to the other side of the room. 

Zendaya watches him, pulling her bottom lip into her mouth. He still hadn’t spared her even a glance. She hadn’t expected anything less but that didn’t mean it didn’t still hurt. 

A gentle hand suddenly covers one of her balled-up fists and she looks quickly up at Peta. 

She squeezes her hand in silent encouragement. “Be strong,” she whispers with a nod. After looking once more at Val, a tired sigh escaping her lips, she turns and exits the room. 

And she’s left alone, without the support of Peta or the safety net of blending into the background of other people, and she takes in a ragged breath, her palms beginning to sweat. 

Val looks out one of the large windows, his hands in his pockets as he stares out at the heavy downpour over the estate. 

He’s changed so much. Yet he hasn’t at all. 

Of course time aged him to the 33 year old man he is now. There might be a few more lines on his forehead and around his mouth, but otherwise, he looks the same as the last time she spoke with him. 

It’s the way he holds himself now. Watching him interact with other people all night, and...and with Jenna, it was so noticeable to her. He was more subdued, more guarded. Whereas before-...before everything...he would’ve been more emotive in such a situation with family and friends. Now... 

She hugs her arms around her middle, her heart feeling heavy. The person across the room from her was a consequence of the actions she’d taken all those years ago. This coldness? She knows that it’s of her doing. 

 “So are you just going to stare at me all night, or are you actually going to get the courage to say something?”

His question jolts her out of her thoughts abruptly, and she stares stupidly at him, figuring that she would be the first one to speak. 

“I-I-...” she trails off, mouth opening and closing. 

He turns his head and she’s skewered to the spot when those green eyes pin hers suddenly. The level of indifference, of contempt even, she notices in them are like bullets through her gut. She can only gape like a fish while he then takes quick inspection of her, as if cataloguing how she had changed over the years.

Then he looks back at her and arches an expectant brow. Realizing that he was actually wanting an answer, her cheeks flush in humiliation and she looks at her feet. 

“I-um...congratulations,” she offers lamely, glancing up beneath her lashes. 

“Thanks,” he sneers. “If that’s all, I’ll return to the party now,” and then he’s moving towards the door and Zendaya panics and races forward.

“No, wait!” she grabs his arm and they both freeze at the contact. 

Sparks shoot up her arm from her hand where it grips his bicep. Underneath her palm, his muscles are coiled like a spring, and her eyes shoot to his face, catching that tell-tale jaw clench she knows all too well. 

“Val,” she whispers, and her saying his name seems to make him even more angry. 

“Don’t touch me,” he seethes, ripping his arm out of her grasp. His eyes catch hers and he levels her with a glare that tears into her enough she takes a small step back. 

“I don’t know why you came tonight, after all these years of blocking me out of your life,” he begins, and her heart skips a beat. Here it goes. “-and to be honest, I don’t give a fuck. All I want to do is go back to my engagement party and try to forget that my sister-in-law thought it would be a great idea to bring you here. So if you could just kindly get the fuck away from me and my family-go back to whatever the hell it was that you were doing before- that would be great.” 

His viciousness hurts her, yet she’s not going to let him get away that easily. 

“Just wait! Please,” she begs, her nervousness and fear of facing him again slowly disappearing. She can’t pussy-foot around about this. If she wanted to make any lee-way she needed to have courage. Be strong. With Peta’s words encouraging her, she squares her shoulders. 

He stops at the door, but doesn’t turn around. 

“I know that this is probably the worst time to be doing this-to be having this conversation, considering everything,” she takes in a shaky breath, “-but...god, I don’t even know where to begin.”

Val turns, eyes slowly meeting hers. His expression is carefully blank, but the fact that he’s giving her his attention is as much clue as any that he’s going to let her have this chance to talk. 

“How about you start with why,” he suggests, voice giving away nothing. “Why you erased me-and my family-from your life.” 

Tears well up in her eyes, and she can’t even be upset that she’d caved so quickly. “Right. I-okay..” she nods, biting her bottom lip. “I-Val I wish I could give you a good reason, but I just-I don’t have one,” she stares down at the floor in shame. Here we go. 

“When you broke things off that night...I was so hurt and betrayed. I wanted you to fight for us to be together still, not cave to my dad.” His eyes go glassy as his mind no doubt goes back to their last moments together. “I realized later, of course, that you and my dad did the right thing. But in the moment? Right after?” she shakes her head, “I wanted to lash out.”

His jaw ticks and she laughs hollowly. “You told me I should be sixteen so I became the most childish sixteen year old I could be. I got petty because I was so hurt and I wanted you to feel as hurt as I did at the time and I abandoned you-...like I felt you were doing to me.” Her vision blurs as a solitary tear escapes. His face still remains impassive, giving away nothing. The only sign she gets that he’s even listening at all are his hands clenching tighter at his sides.

“And I am so sorry for that-” she cries, voice warbling, “I’m so sorry for ignoring you-for growing up and not doing anything when I knew better. For not just hurting you, but your family-one that I grew up calling my own. I-” her arms cross over her chest as she begins to shake. “-and I hate myself for knowing that without Peta demanding that Maks call me...I could have very well gone on doing the same thing for the rest of my life. Pretending that you don’t exist.”

She sucks in a sharp, stuttering breath as she finishes her speech, eyes searching for any sign that she’s reaching through to him. 

He stares at the ground with half-shuttered lids, pulling the corner of his mouth in by his teeth in that familiar way that has her chest aching at the sight. 

After what feels like an eternity, he begins to move towards her in the same slow manner, his gait like a burning fuse getting closer and closer to the dynamite about to blow. 

Her breath hitches when he stops close enough that she can smell his cologne, and she criss-crosses her fingers in front of her. 

“Thank you...for your honesty,” he begins, still looking at the ground somewhere to her right. “No matter how much I might have detested your presence here tonight, I am thankful that I’ve finally gotten the closure I needed from all of this.”

Her heart drops as those emotionless eyes finally meet hers, and he stares at her for a long moment. 

“But even with your explanation I’m still left feeling....confused. Because what you said...it’s something the girl I knew would never have done.” His voice becomes more vehement as that deep-rooted anger begins to show itself and Zendaya backs up instinctively. 

He follows, cornering her into the wall by the door. 

“The girl I knew, the girl I loved-” he spits, “-would never have done something so inconceivably childish and hurtful. She never would have shunned an entire second family that’s known her since she was born, she never-” his fist suddenly slams against the side of her head and she gasps, frightened. Her heart tells her that no matter what, Val would never lay a hand on her but now? It hurt that she couldn’t be so sure anymore. 

She breathes fast as her heart pounds in her chest, staying very still. Val’s whole body was trembling. It was like he was trying to keep himself in check. 

It’s deadly silent between them. Zendaya’s stomach flips as the realization that they’ve come to this point hits her. This place of such deep hurt and resentment and regret. 

Then the most heartbreaking sound in the world comes out of Val and her eyes snap to his. She watches unbelievingly as tears well up in his eyes and then it’s like a dam breaking from within him. 

His head drops heavily on the wall over her shoulder, his hand sliding lower on the other side of her. He’s not touching her but the incredibly close proximity is overwhelming. 

“I never wanted you to leave,” he croaks out, shaking his head slowly against the wall. Her eyes widen at his broken admission. “I didn’t want to leave you. You were supposed to understand. You were supposed to-to know what I meant when I said we couldn’t be together that night. You weren’t supposed to leave me. Why, Zendaya? Why did you leave me?”

He pulls back and the breath leaves her at the devastation in his eyes and she can only gape in horror at the raw display of emotion. Obviously something he’d buried for a long time just now being released. 

“I-I-” she stutters, hiccuping as sobs crawl up her throat anew. “I was hurt and I didn’t understand at the time-” she cries, eyes darting between his, “I’m so sorry. Val, I’m sorry-” she reaches up hesitantly to place her hands on either side of his face. 

The touch burns both of them, and he grabs her wrists tightly, pushing them forcefully back and against the wall on either side of her. 

“No. Don’t-just don’t,” he bites out, still holding her arms back. 

She nods, sucking back a sharp breath in an attempt to slow down her erratic heart. 

His eyebrows pinch as he turns his head towards the side, staring almost curiously at his hand squeezing her wrist. Carefully, like he’s dealing with a wild animal, he loosens his harsh grip. He curves his hand around the back of hers, his thumb sliding up the inside of her hand in an agonizingly slow manner. 

With a jolt, it hits her what he’s doing and she sinks into herself, staying as still as possible as he explores her lost touch. 

His right thumb reaches up, so slowly, to trace the lines of her palm. Her breath stutters unevenly at the touch, electric shocks zinging from the inside of her hand straight to her heart. 

Too many days, months, years without seeing him in person, without knowing his touch-

It’s too much and not even close to being enough. 

She feels her body begin to tremble from where he has her pinned to the wall, but she dares not breathe a word. Wide eyed, she can only stare at him with barely concealed restraint as he frowns in concentration. His gaze stays fastened on their hands. 

She greedily drinks in the sight of him while he’s distracted-the way his face has hardened, his jawline more pronounced, his elegant nose, the hooded shape of his eyes, the green irises just barely visible in the low light of the room-

Her gaze falls to his mouth and oh, how she remembers

..faces slick with tears, pressed so close together in mutual despair…

…his trembling mouth against hers and ‘You have always had my heart, and it will always be yours’...

Without meaning to, she finds herself leaning forward as if chasing the memory. 

“Don’t.” 

She’s brought back to the present at his firm command. She gulps when she looks up and sees his turbulent expression, and the hand that had been exploring hers suddenly grips it like a vice. 

“I’m sorry,” she says, voice barely above a whisper. For so many things..

 Like coming out of an unwanted trance, he takes quick steps away from her, turning and running a hand over his hair. It’s one of the gestures she knows from years of experience to mean he’s shaken. 

She doesn’t move an inch from the wall. Her hands go behind her back and she leans hard on them before she does something more stupid like reach out to comfort him. 

“You shouldn’t be here,” he growls, still facing away from her as he shakes his head. “Out of all the fucking times to try and make things right-” he lets out a bitter laugh, but doesn’t continue. His fists clench at his sides. 

She hangs her head, shame twisting her gut into knots. 

The space between them, no more than a couple of paces, seems suddenly tremendous and insurmountable. The loss of what they once had cuts her to the core and she feels her vision swims with tears she tries valiantly to hold back. 

“Why are you here?” he asks again, sounding both angry and incredulous. “Why are you here now?”

Her chest lurches. She has a feeling he knows the answer already, and she hates that he’s going to make her spell it out. She finds that she really doesn’t want to because she knows it’s hopeless. This whole situation was hopeless. How could she have ever thought that doing this was going to solve anything between them?

When he turns around at her lack of sudden response, she can only stare at the ground, her teeth digging into her bottom lip. Impossibly, she hunches back further into the wall. 

“What, you don’t want to talk now?” he sneers. She flinches. “Isn’t that what you came all the way across the country for? To talk?” 

“Y-yes,” her voice cracks, and she suppresses a wince. Peta would be shaking her head if she could see her right now. So much for being strong. 

There’s a long silence. 

And then, “Ah, I see. You heard from Peta that I was getting married, that I’d finally moved on, that I finally found happiness, and you came here to take that all away because you’re selfish-”

“No,” she denies vehemently, finally looking up. The move cost a little bit of her dignity as the tears she’d been trying to keep at bay are finally set free. 

“Don’t lie to me!” He roars, and then he’s getting in her face again. “You’re selfish, Zendaya! This is selfish,” he seethes and she shakes her head defiantly even as a broken sob escapes her throat, “Don’t even try to tell me this whole fucking thing isn’t you trying to recover what little control you thought you still had over me.”

A vein bulges from his temple as he raises his voice angrily at her, his expression reddening. In all of her 22 years of knowing him, 16 of which intimately, he has never yelled at her. She can’t remember ever seeing him this spitting mad, and the fact that it's all directed at her tears her apart. Her hands cover her mouth to muffle the terrified whimpers as his control snaps. 

This is so different than five minutes ago when he was the one almost brokenly crying onto her shoulder. Now, he seemed to be lashing out at her, trying to erase the vulnerability he had so briefly allowed her to see. 

“You fucking left me!” he shouts in her face, “You left all of us! Maks, Pops, Mama-everyone! You threw us out of your life like garbage for six and half years and you do not get to strut back into my life and try to deny that-”

“I’m not denying it, I’m sorry, Val!” she sobs, body shaking visibly. “I’m so, so sorry!” Her arms wrap around her middle in a feeble attempt to hold herself together. His rage cuts at her viciously. 

For a moment, he looks as if he’s about to go off on another tirade, but then he shakes his head, squeezing his eyes shut as he lets loose a frustrated shout, hands going behind his head as he paces in front of her. 

She sinks to the floor, the dark green silk of her dress bunching around her knees. She cries in earnest now, her keening wails the only sound in the room. 

This was all so fucked up. 

Honestly, though, she shouldn’t have expected anything less. 

All she knows is that as soon as the words ‘Val’ and ‘engaged’ had been said, she’d been reacting on impulse, rushing to see a man she’d actively tried to erase from her life for breaking her teenage heart. When she was finally old enough to look back and know the reasons and the logic behind all that went down, it was too late. She had been too ashamed to attempt reconciliation in the aftermath and too chicken shit to face any negative confrontation with him. Obviously, with good reason, as this whole present situation proved. 

Besides all of that, she had been beyond overloaded with her work. K.C. Undercover had wrapped and immediately she had been cast into the Spider-Man Franchise, then The Greatest Showman, then Euphoria, and soon Dune and time just slipped through her fingers and it got easier to ignore the guilty panic whenever she thought about him- them, because she was so fucking busy. 

But these were all excuses. Weak ones, at that. 

And Val knew it. 

He was furious with her for it, even after all this time.

Her shame swallows her whole, and she sobs anew, drawing her knees to her chest and hiding her face in the space between them. Her red tinted hair falls like a curtain over her face and she’s secretly grateful for the small protection of not having to see her one-time soulmate so angry with her. 

“Z-please stop crying,” the man across from her says after a while of her pain being the only sound in the room. “I can’t-Just stop, please,” he mutters, his tone holding the slightest hint of begging. 

She sniffs bitterly, peeking at him over her forearms where she had them folded over her knees. He’s not facing away from her anymore, but he’s not looking at her either. Instead, it looks as if he had turned towards her but stopped midway. His hands are balled into fists again at his sides and his body is tensed and coiled like a spring. 

Well, it was good to know he cared enough still to not want to see her cry, she thinks with a grimace. 

“I’d apologize, but I think I'm sick of saying sorry for the night,” she quips, resting her cheek sideways on her arm as she gazes sadly at him. 

His only response is a sideways glance, his fists diving into his pockets. 

She breathes out a forlorn sigh. “You’re right, by the way. It was stupid of me to come here.”

She notes his jaw clenching as he stares down at the stone floor. 

“I just-when Maks called me to tell me the news,” she sniffs, “I-I was on the plane before I even really knew what I was actually doing. I think I went into shock,” she let out a bitter laugh, “and just moved on auto-pilot. If Peta hadn’t tracked my location after not picking up any of her calls, I think I’d still be sitting at LaGuardia like a homeless person.”

His guarded reaction is just a slight movement of his head in her direction. His eyes look at the space a couple of inches from her feet. His expression is shuttered, but she does see the corners of his mouth pull down in a frown at her words. 

“I didn’t come here trying to ruin your…,” she bites her lip, “engagement party.” She barely refrains from choking out the two words. She was going to have to get used to this stab of pain to her chest any time she was forced to face the reality of it, now. “I-I just…I realized how much time I lost with you, you know what I mean? I’d been doing so good at compartmentalizing you and the fam away in my mind that when Maks called, it-it me hard. Finally, right?” she rolls her eyes at herself in self-reproach. “I just can’t believe…”

She trails off without finishing the sentence and sits up straighter, pulling her head up to rest her chin on her arms instead of her cheek. She sniffs back snot, the hard sobbing had really taken a toll on her, physically. 

“Z,” he starts, voice quiet. “I really don’t think you should be here.” 

She freezes at his softly whispered words. When he turns to face her full on, their gazes clash and she recoils from the hint of pity she sees there. 

“I have to try and make up for everything, though,” she gets to her feet, wobbling slightly on her heeled shoes. “I realize that now, Val. I want to make up for lost time-”

“I don’t.”

Silence. 

His gaze is unflinching on her as he says this-so steadily-and her arms go around her middle again. Jesus, would this night ever stop finding ways to rip her heart out?

“It’s too late,” he continues, and his gaze turns sad, “I moved on. I found Jenna and….she’s amazing,” she sucks in a sharp breath at hearing his fiancee’s name for the first time, “She understands me, she was there to pick up all my broken pieces and try to put me back together again when I realized you were never coming back.”

She can’t look at him when he says this, and she turns her head sharply to the side, pulling her bottom lip into her mouth. She can feel another lump rising in her throat. Great.

“You have to understand,” he inches closer to her, his hands falling out of his pockets to be placed out in front of him tentatively. “Your abandonment destroyed me, Z. It fucking wrecked me. You were my best friend, and if I believed in it, I’d even say you were my soulmate,” he gets close enough to her and his hands come up to gently cup her elbows where his thumbs trace calming circles on her arms. It’s such an old Val and Zendaya gesture that she involuntarily cries out in longing. 

His grip tightens, warningly. “This is why you can’t be here,” he concludes firmly. “Because I don’t think I can trust that you’re just here to make up for what happened. I think you may still have…unresolved feelings,” he ignores her indignant sputter, “And I cannot have that kind of distraction two months away from my wedding.” He shakes her, not hard, but enough that she meets his beseeching gaze. “You have too strong a hold over me,” he admits in a rush, “you always have and I promised-I promised myself a long time ago that I’d never let myself love like that again….the way I loved you.”

Zendaya gasps, her eyes darting between his. 

She opens and closes her mouth, trying in vain to find the right words, any words to respond to such a statement. 

A loud banging on the door causes them to jump apart. When a familiar blonde head peaks around the door to check on the inhabitants, the tension eases somewhat. 

“You guys need to wrap it up and get back out here,” she tuts, stepping fully into the room and closing the door almost all the way behind her. Outside the room, the party rages, laughter and loud conversation filling in the silence.

Peta glances at Val. “Jenna’s starting to get worried. I told her the veal wasn’t agreeing with you but that was twenty minutes ago. She’s looking around all the public bathrooms on the floor now.”

Val gulps. Zendaya watches him straighten his back in front of her. He hesitates for one single moment, and she begins to hope that he might ignore Peta’s warning to stay and talk longer but…

“Excuse me,” he clears his throat, and walks out of the room without a backwards glance. Peta steps widely out of the way as he passes around the door, her searching gaze being stubbornly ignored. 

Then the blonde woman looks back at Zendaya. “Everything okay?”

The young actress stares miserably at the door he had just walked out of. 

“No,” she whines, “everything’s fucked up and I really kind of hate myself….like, a lot.”

The only thing she can cling to in the cesspool of misery that was tonight was-

‘I promised myself a long time ago that I’d never let myself love like that again….the way I loved you’

Well. She didn’t come all this way to just give up on the first try. 

She’d just have to keep trying, and she didn’t want to toot her own horn or anything but the handful of acting awards she’d won this year reminded her that when she wanted to be…she could be very convincing. 

To be continued….

#valdaya #in another life #valdaya fanfiction

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More Sirimione Works To Read

I've seen a lot of people fall in love with Debt of Time recently and would like to read more Sirius x Hermione fics, well fear not! Here are some completed recs that are works of art! Please mind the tags and descriptions!

The Way Home by MissGraceOMalley | 130k Complete (AO3) The war was over and Hermione Granger was focused on making the best of the wizarding world. When she's hurled back in time, what will happen with a certain Marauder?

The Side Effects of Time Travel by MaryRoyale | 33.7k Complete (AO3) Too much loss and too much suffering drove a desperate Hermione Granger to make a bid for a different outcome. Albus Dumbledore had once told her that it was dangerous to meddle with time, but Hermione was willing to sacrifice everything--up to and including herself--to change fate and create a better world for those she loved.

Perhaps she ought to have asked Dumbledore to clarify the dangers of meddling with time.

The Remains by jbirdpuff | 184k Complete (FanFiction) The Second Wizarding War ends way sooner than anticipated and everyone in the order is dead save one Hermione Granger. Severus Snape in an effort to fulfill Dumbledore's dying instructions, sends her back in time to the beginnings of the first Wizarding War. Eventual Sirimione, Minor Remione.

Promise to the Past by ADHARYN | 162k Complete (FanFiction) When the wizarding war takes a dark turn, Hermione is thrown back into the past- straight to Potter Cottage in Godric's Hollow. Now she has the chance to change everything for the better, even if it means erasing the childhood she treasured and writing her friends out of her life. But when her presence alters the timeline, she has to prove to the Order the truth of her future.

Roundabout Destiny by MaryRoyale | 195k Complete (FanFiction) Hermione's destiny is altered by the Powers that Be. She is cast back to the Marauder's Era where she is Hermione Potter, the pureblood fraternal twin sister of James Potter. She retains Hermione Granger's memories, and is determined to change her brother's fate for the better. Obviously AU. Starts in their 1st year. M for language, minor violence, etc.

Zest by LJ Summers | 124k Complete (FanFiction) Sirius Orion Black took the charge of raising Harry to heart in every way, becoming a pillar of Wizarding Britain. Somewhere along the way, though, he forgot his Marauder side . . . until he meets his soulmate in a surprising place. AU because I change, oh, a LOT of canon. Please read the Author's Notes!

Some WIPs:

Approaching Paradox by blissedoutvixen | 199k WIP (FanFiction) At the beginning of an already hectic third year, thirteen year old Hermione Granger is wrenched back in time to 1973 after an accident with her time turner. But if Sirius Black grows up to be a mass murderer, why does Hermione find herself so drawn to him? And why does Peter Pettigrew make her so uneasy? Eventual SBHG. Very slow burn. Now rated 'M'.

Sirius Black and the Girl With Terrible Hair by JellyBellys | 135k WIP (FanFiction) Sirius Black's life has gone completely haywire. Disowned. Related to Death Eaters. His brother hates him and his best friend is a stalker. Lucky for him, he's never had problems with a girl. Until now.

The Repeat by MS976 | 134K WIP (AO3) What she was about to do was dark, really, truly dark in a way she never usually would have considered, but they had no other choice.

Everything goes wrong and faced with no other options Hermione makes an almost impossible decision — to start again.

And other Hermione x Marauder works that are my favorites and deserve ALL the recognition:

Yesterday is Tomorrow (everything is connected) by IAM_Kneazle | 230k WIP (AO3) James Potter went five years at Hogwarts without realizing Lily had a little sister. Hermione would have preferred if he never realized she existed. Now she's stuck, in Potter's circle of awareness, and maintaining the timeline. Not like he makes it easy, or something. (for more James Potter x Hermione Granger, I highly recommend checking out all of CelestialSeaWitch's work, they're awesome!)

Coming Home by thewritingferret | 249k WIP (FanFiction) "Did I ever tell you she's my mate?" Remus said so quietly that the potions master almost didn't catch it. Hermione finds herself being thrown back in time for her final year to walk the halls with non other that the marauders. Little does she know, shes been there before.

There are so many more incredible works out there, but these are some of my favorites! Enjoy!

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Tied for Last  - Orphea - Deady Dearest - Restricted - Bad Romance - Unsphere the Stars - Punish the Stars - Nobility - No Man’s Land - Resurrected Recollections

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Can recommend some fics that start out as Tomione but end up Volmione?

Hey Anon, I know there are more but these are a few I enjoyed. -JD

Building a Mystery by StBridgit

M | Complete | 256k

Avoidance of death provides a powerful impetus for Lord Voldemort to use more than one method to stay alive. If the Horcruxes were not his final play, what would happen? Would it be worth the price he will pay? Hermione finds herself out of place and out of time. What will she do when there is nowhere to run? A Tomione pairing that morphs into LV/Hermione. Reviews welcome!

Revision and Rescript by QueenOfTheDreamers (QueenOfDreamers)

NR | Complete | 79k

Hermione Granger is embroiled in an unhappy marriage to Ron Weasley and haunted by the scars left behind by Lord Voldemort’s decades-long assault on the wizarding world. After being given a mysterious Time-Turner, she makes the bold decision to travel back in an attempt to change the course of history as she’s known it. She arrives in 1968, to a wizarding Britain where Tom Riddle has just returned from the Continent and is struggling to gain traction as Lord Voldemort. Can Hermione stop his rise, or shift the sands of time in ways that will save lives? Or will her time travel have all sorts of unintended consequences for the people she loves? Volmione slow-burn.

Somewhere in Time by SerpentInRed

M | Complete | 345k

Sent back in time by a mysterious person and trapped in the past with a missing Dumbledore and an overbearing, charismatic Dark Lord, they had no idea how much they could dabble with time before the world they had known shattered into pieces.

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Injuries Reference List

If you’re writing anything where your characters are getting injured a lot, it might be helpful to have an injuries reference list on hand. WELL, DON’T WORRY ABOUT IT BECAUSE I CREATED ONE. This is mostly the result of me having to look up something every time a character was gravely injured/being a lifeguard for seven years. I have some knowledge of first aid and how it might apply to the characters in your story.

Simple scrapes/cuts: There’s usually not much to worry about besides MAYBE an infection, which can be avoided with rubbing alcohol or peroxide. Remember, peroxide usually doesn’t burn or sting, but rubbing alcohol probably will.  These injuries will bleed for a short amount of time, but it shouldn’t last too long.

Bruising: These occur when the blood vessels break under the skin, forming discoloration of the skin. The colors can vary, but they are usually purplish, bluish, or yellow. Again, this injury is usually not serious if it’s a result of a bump or cut, but if there’s significant bruising over a large area of the body there might be a serious problem. Usually time heals bruising.

Sprains: A sprain is torn or stretched ligament, but it is NOT a break. It is very common for someone to sprain an ankle or a wrist and it usually doesn’t require serious medical attention. The area might swell and should be iced. Sprains are usually treated with rest and a device that compresses the area—such as a sling or a bandage.

Broken bones (arms, fingers, legs, toes): Breaks can be serious, especially if they have to be set back into place. A person will most likely not be able to put pressure on a broken bone until it is healed (which could take weeks). A broken bone is REALLY serious when it fractures or breaks through the skin completely. If you write a character in this sort of situation, they will need to worry about infection and they might have to wait until the swelling goes down before splitting or covering.

Burns: Obviously, there are different degrees of burns, but simple burns will most likely be treated the same. Even the smallest burns will probably sting like hell, so it can be hard to function with an untreated burn. SERIOUS burns might require amputation (I’m talking about maybe 3rd to 4th degree burns). As a 1st degree burn is healing, it might itch—think how sunburn starts to itch after a while.

Broken back: A broken back can lead to paralysis, so you need to be very careful with how you treat someone. Your characters shouldn’t be throwing anyone over their shoulders with a back injury because it will only lead to more serious problems. If you suspect that someone has broken or injured their back, you need to keep them still until there is a way to safely move them.

Amputation: This happens when the removal of a body part because necessary to someone’s survival.If someone has a bad infection or there’s no way to stop the bleeding (you’ve applied a tourniquet, which will most likely end up causing an amputation later), a character might have to amputate in a serious situation.

Dislocated limb: If a bone “pops” out of its socket, a character might have to put it back into place. A dislocated limb restricts movement, so your character might not be able to go forward until the situation is resolved. Arms and fingers are commonly dislocated and there will probably be pain when they’re set back into place. Those limbs should be rested and iced to prevent swelling.

Jammed fingers: If you get your finger caught in a door, for example, and it doesn’t break; you might have a jammed finger. I’ve had a few of these in my life, which usually causes bruising and some pain, but it heals on its own. These types of injuries can be from jamming your fingers against something hard and you might lose a finger nail. They will most likely hurt for a while until they are healed.

Stab wounds: These are usually deep cuts by a knife or a sword or another sharp object. They need to be treated, as they are prone to infection, and they should be bandaged. If the bleeding is excessively bad, a common way to stop the bleeding is to get stitches or cauterize the wound. Cauterization is the process of burning the wound in order to seal it up. Think of lightsabers in Star Wars. No one bleeds when they’re cut because the “blade” of the lightsaber cauterizes the wound as it cuts. Your characters might have to stitch someone or cauterize someone in an emergency situation.

Gunshot wounds: Getting shot is a serious/life threatening situation, so your characters would need immediate medical attention.In an emergency situation, the bullet might have to be dug out and the wound cauterized if the bleeding is severe. If the bullet goes in and out, you might just have to worry about infection and covering the wound. A gunshot wound will be painful and will take a while to heal. If someone is shot in the leg, they will have trouble walking. The limbs will need time to heal.

Poisoning: This is a wide topic that could include food poisoning to being poisoned by another character, but they will probably feel very sick. Symptoms will include vomiting, dehydration, diarrhea, etc. Your character might get severe stomach aches and will not be able to function.Being poisoned can be deadly and can happen quickly. A medicine called Ipecac will induce vomiting in order to get the poisons out of someone’s symptoms, but will not work for EVERYTHING. Further treatment might be necessary.

Stomach wound: A person with a stomach wound will not last very long without addressing it. If it is deep enough, it will kill off your character unless the bleeding and infection can be stopped. Infection is usually what kills people with stomach wounds or gunshot wounds.

This is a list to be used for WRITING purposes only. Obviously you should call a doctor or get emergency treatment if something is serious. I also wrote this list assuming that your characters don’t have access to medical professionals, so keep that in mind. Hope this helps!

-Kris Noel

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In Another Life. The Finale: Part II Snippet.

A/N: It’s been 84 years...

There’s a quick knock on the door to let her know someone’s coming in, and then Peta is there, and she’s dragging Val by the arm in behind her. 

Zendaya sucks in a sharp breath, her eyes raking over the man she hadn’t seen in person in almost seven years. Nerves shoot through her, and she balls her fists and crosses her arms over her chest in attempt to smooth them. 

“..-getting sick of your behavior,” Peta hisses at Val, and Zendaya gulps at the turbulent expression on his face as he looks at his sister-in-law. “I didn’t invite Zendaya here just for you to give her the cold-shoulder the entire night. You’re going to listen to her and you both,” Peta looks across at Zendaya, “are going to talk things out. Are we clear?” 

Val shakes Peta’s hand off his arm. “Crystal,” he practically spits, walking away from the two women to the other side of the room. 

Zendaya watches him, pulling her bottom lip into her mouth. He still hadn’t spared her even a glance. She hadn’t expected anything less but that didn’t mean it didn’t still hurt. 

A gentle hand suddenly covers one of her balled-up fists and she looks quickly up at Peta. 

She squeezes her hand in silent encouragement. “Be strong,” she whispers with a nod. After looking once more at Val, a tired sigh escaping her lips, she turns and exits the room. 

And she’s left alone, without the support of Peta or the safety net of blending into the background of other people, and she takes in a ragged breath, her palms beginning to sweat. 

Val looks out one of the large windows, his hands in his pockets as he stares out at the heavy downpour over the estate. 

He’s changed so much. Yet he hasn’t at all. 

Of course time aged him to the 33 year old man he is now. There might be a few more lines on his forehead and around his mouth, but otherwise, he looks the same as the last time she spoke with him. 

It’s the way he holds himself now. Watching him interact with other people all night, and...and with Jenna, it was so noticeable to her. He was more subdued, more guarded. Whereas before-...before everything...he would’ve been more emotive in such a situation with family and friends. Now... 

She hugs her arms around her middle, her heart feeling heavy. The person across the room from her was a consequence of the actions she’d taken all those years ago. This coldness? She knows that it’s of her doing. 

 “So are you just going to stare at me all night, or are you actually going to get the courage to say something?”

His question jolts her out of her thoughts abruptly, and she stares stupidly at him, figuring that she would be the first one to speak. 

“I-I-...” she trails off, mouth opening and closing. 

He turns his head and she’s skewered to the spot when those green eyes pin hers suddenly. The level of indifference, of contempt even, she notices in them are like bullets through her gut. She can only gape like a fish while he then takes quick inspection of her, as if cataloguing how she had changed over the years.

Then he looks back at her and arches an expectant brow. Realizing that he was actually wanting an answer, her cheeks flush in humiliation and she looks at her feet. 

“I-um...congratulations,” she offers lamely, glancing up beneath her lashes. 

“Thanks,” he sneers. “If that’s all, I’ll return to the party now,” and then he’s moving towards the door and Zendaya panics and races forward.

“No, wait!” she grabs his arm and they both freeze at the contact. 

Sparks shoot up her arm from her hand where it grips his bicep. Underneath her palm, his muscles are coiled like a spring, and her eyes shoot to his face, catching that tell-tale jaw clench she knows all too well. 

“Val,” she whispers, and her saying his name seems to make him even more angry. 

“Don’t touch me,” he seethes, ripping his arm out of her grasp. His eyes catch hers and he levels her with a glare that tears into her enough she takes a small step back. 

“I don’t know why you came tonight, after all these years of blocking me out of your life,” he begins, and her heart skips a beat. Here it goes. “-and to be honest, I don’t give a fuck. All I want to do is go back to my engagement party and try to forget that my sister-in-law thought it would be a great idea to bring you here. So if you could just kindly get the fuck away from me and my family-go back to whatever the hell it was that you were doing before- that would be great.” 

His viciousness hurts her, yet she’s not going to let him get away that easily. 

“Just wait! Please,” she begs, her nervousness and fear of facing him again slowly disappearing. She can’t pussy-foot around about this. If she wanted to make any lee-way she needed to have courage. Be strong. With Peta’s words encouraging her, she squares her shoulders. 

He stops at the door, but doesn’t turn around. 

“I know that this is probably the worst time to be doing this-to be having this conversation, considering everything,” she takes in a shaky breath, “-but...god, I don’t even know where to begin.”

Val turns, eyes slowly meeting hers. His expression is carefully blank, but the fact that he’s giving her his attention is as much clue as any that he’s going to let her have this chance to talk. 

“How about you start with why,” he suggests, voice giving away nothing. “Why you erased me-and my family-from your life.” 

Tears well up in her eyes, and she can’t even be upset that she’d caved so quickly. “Right. I-okay..” she nods, biting her bottom lip. “I-Val I wish I could give you a good reason, but I just-I don’t have one,” she stares down at the floor in shame. Here we go. 

“When you broke things off that night...I was so hurt and betrayed. I wanted you to fight for us to be together still, not cave to my dad.” His eyes go glassy as his mind no doubt goes back to their last moments together. “I realized later, of course, that you and my dad did the right thing. But in the moment? Right after?” she shakes her head, “I wanted to lash out.”

His jaw ticks and she laughs hollowly. “You told me I should be sixteen so I became the most childish sixteen year old I could be. I got petty because I was so hurt and I wanted you to feel as hurt as I did at the time and I abandoned you-...like I felt you were doing to me.” Her vision blurs as a solitary tear escapes. His face still remains impassive, giving away nothing. The only sign she gets that he’s even listening at all are is his hands clenching tighter at his sides.

“And I am so sorry for that-” she cries, voice warbling, “I’m so sorry for ignoring you-for growing up and not doing anything when I knew better. For not just hurting you, but your family-one that I grew up calling my own. I-” her arms cross over her chest as she begins to shake. “-and I hate myself for knowing that without Peta demanding that Maks call me...I could have very well gone on doing the same thing for the rest of my life. Pretending that you don’t exist.”

She sucks in a sharp, stuttering breath as she finishes her speech, eyes searching his for any sign that she’s reaching through to him. 

He stares at the ground with half-shuttered lids, pulling the corner of his mouth in by his teeth in that familiar way that has her chest aching at the sight. 

After what feels like an eternity, he begins to move towards her in the same slow manner, his gait like a burning fuse getting closer and closer to the dynamite about to blow. 

Her breath hitches when he stops close enough that she can smell his cologne, and she criss-crosses her fingers in front of her. 

“Thank you...for your honesty,” he begins, still looking at the ground somewhere to her right. “No matter how much I might have detested your presence here tonight, I am thankful that I’ve finally gotten the closure I needed from all of this.”

Her heart drops as those emotionless eyes finally meet hers, and he stares at her for a long moment. 

“But even with your explanation I’m still left feeling....confused. Because what you said...it’s something the girl I knew would never have done.” His voice becomes more vehement as that deep-rooted anger begins to show itself and Zendaya backs up instinctively. 

He follows, cornering her into the wall by the door. 

“The girl I knew, the girl I loved-” he spits, “-would never have done something so inconceivably childish and hurtful. She never would have shunned an entire second family that’s known her since she was born, she never-” his fist suddenly slams against the side of her head and she gasps, frightened. Her heart tells her that no matter what, Val would never lay a hand on her but now? It hurt that she couldn’t be so sure anymore. 

She breathes fast as her heart pounds in her chest, staying very still. Val’s whole body was trembling. It was like he was trying to keep himself in check. 

It’s deadly silent between them. Zendaya’s stomach flips as the realization that they’ve come to this point hits her. This place of such deep hurt and resentment and regret. 

Then the most heartbreaking sound in the world comes out of Val and her eyes snap to his. She watches unbelievingly as tears well up in his eyes and then it’s like a dam breaking from within him. 

His head drops heavily on the wall over her shoulder, his hand sliding lower on the other side of her. He’s not touching her but the incredibly close proximity is overwhelming. 

“I never wanted you to leave,” he croaks out, shaking his head slowly against the wall. Her eyes widen at his broken admission. “I didn’t want to leave you. You were supposed to understand. You were supposed to-to know what I meant when I said we couldn’t be together that night. You weren’t supposed to leave me. Why, Zendaya? Why did you leave me?”

He pulls back and the breath leaves her at the devastation in his eyes and she can only gape in horror at the raw display of emotion. Obviously something he’d buried for a long time just now being released. 

“I-I-” she stutters, hiccuping as sobs crawl up her throat anew. “I was hurt and I didn’t understand at the time-” she cries, eyes darting between his, “I’m so sorry. Val, I’m sorry-” she reaches up hesitantly to place her hands on either side of his face. 

The touch burns both of them, and he grabs her wrists tightly, pushing them forcefully back and against the wall on either side of her. 

“No. Don’t-just don’t,” he bites out, still holding her arms back. 

She nods, sucking back a sharp breath in an attempt to slow down her erratic heart. 

His eyebrows pinch as he turns his head towards the side, staring almost curiously at his hand squeezing her wrist. Carefully, like he’s dealing with a wild animal, he loosens his harsh grip. He curves his hand around the back of hers, his thumb sliding up the inside of her hand in an agonizingly slow manner. 

With a jolt, it hits her what he’s doing and she sinks into herself, staying as still as possible as he explores her lost touch. 

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Introduction fan fiction

The following fan fiction are quintessential in understanding why many ship sesskag. They are staple of the sesskag fandom and are often recommended upon entering the fandom. The following are completed and vary in length and date of publication. 

*If you would like to include a work here, please message me.

Title:  Tales from the House of the Moon Author: Resmiranda Rating: M Summary:  Kagome, now in college, discovers the tale of Sesshomaru and Rin. Grief can be a prison, but the bonds of love are not easily broken. What is the truth behind fairytales? Title: Seven Feudal Fairy Tales Author: Lady Battossai Rating: M Summary: After reading a poetry scroll amongst the relics once belonging to Inuyasha’s mother, Kagome traps herself and Sesshoumaru in another world, where they must journey through seven, different fairy tales and complete the poem if they wish to return home.

Title:  Dancing with Scissors Author: Piratequeen0405 Rating: M Summary: Kagome’s niece is left orphaned by a tragic car wreck, leaving Kagome to raise her alone. Or so she thought…help comes from an unexpected source, Sesshoumaru. 

Title: Cycles of the Moon Author: Shun’U Rating: T Summary: In the end, life is bittersweet for the cast of Inuyasha. This is the story of how the choices one makes for love may not be the wisest in the end.

Title: Unspoiled Author: Forthright Rating: T Summary:  Something goes awry during a trip through the Well, and Kagome is stranded in the distant past where she encounters a familiar face. When a very young Sesshoumaru decides to keep her, the consequences ripple through time.

Title: The Once and Future Taiyoukai Author: RosieB Rating: T Summary: The well was supposed to be stable. It was supposed to send her to Inuyasha. And it failed. Now, Kagome’s even farther into the past and she must depend on a young Sesshoumaru, who has no idea of what their shared future holds. But neither does Kagome.

Title: Impeccable  Author: Forthright Rating: T Summary:  AU. Kagome is stunned to learn that she has inherited a sizable fortune, a Japanese estate, and an indentured youkai. She’s the unlikely heiress, and Sesshoumaru is the perfect butler.

Title: The Broken Miko Author: RosieB Rating: M Summary:  After a tragic battle and a wish with unexpected consequences, Kagome finds the infamous taiyoukai. He has the power to help her, but will he? 

Title: Frivolous Sentimentalities Author: Tally Mark Rating: K+ Summary: If men are from Mars and women are from Venus, what galaxy are youkai from? Because Kagome would really like to know. SessKag oneshot.

Title:  Shadows Against a Shoji Screen Author: cappie Rating: T Summary:  An epic story of love and loss and redemption set against the backdrop of feudal war. AU.

Title: Moonstruck Author:  Aiwendil Amaurea Rating: M Summary:  Sesshoumaru, driven by his pride and arrogance, kidnaps Kagome for his own purposes. In the moonlight, the line between friend and foe blurs, and confusion reigns. Trapped in a deadly countdown, two lost souls wait for the darkness to wane.

Title:  My Pet Author: PegasusRider Rating: T Summary: Sesshoumaru and Kagome have the perfectly normal life of being the ‘master and pet’. But as darkness threatens Japan and Sesshoumaru finds himself consumed with thoughts of Kagome, will they be able to survive each other?

Title:  The Flower Girl Author: Kanna37 Rating: T Summary: The story of how one tiny child led a human-hating youkai Lord and a pure-hearted miko to love - all through the medium of her favorite thing… flowers.

Title: Courtesy Call Author: Tally Mark Rating: M Summary:  He always keeps his promises. SessKag Oneshot.

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landscape with a blur of conquerors by diasterisms

summary

“While I share your contempt for this situation in which we find ourselves, do not mistake it as apathy,” he hissed through gritted teeth, dark eyes burning. “I hardly expect your disposition to sweeten, but I will be damned if I allow my future Empress to behave in a manner that reflects poorly on me and on the First Order!”

“If you allow?” She wrenched her arm out of his viselike grasp, batting his hand away for good measure. “I don’t belong to you. I don’t belong to anyone.”

“That might have been the case back when you were a scavenger on that pitiful scrap heap of a planet, but now?” His sardonic gaze flickered over her silk robes and the jewels woven through her elaborate braids. “Now you are the Chume'da, and the Chume'da belongs to her people. Their fate is entirely in your hands. Should you cross the line, it is they who will suffer for it. Am I making myself clear?”

“I hate you,” she said bitterly.

He sneered at her. “See? Already you are acclimatizing so well to married life.”

chapter one ♕ two ♕ three ♕ four ♕ five ♕ six ♕ seven ♕ eight ♕ nine ♕ ten ♕ eleven ♕ twelve ♕ thirteen ♕ fourteen ♕ fifteen ♕ sixteen ♕ seventeen ♕ eighteen ♕ nineteen ♕ twenty ♕ twenty-one ♕ twenty-two ♕ twenty-three ♕ twenty-four ♕ twenty-five ♕ twenty-six ♕ twenty-seven ♕ twenty-eight ♕ twenty-nine

”You never react appropriately to anything.”

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summary

“While I share your contempt for this situation in which we find ourselves, do not mistake it as apathy,” he hissed through gritted teeth, dark eyes burning. “I hardly expect your disposition to sweeten, but I will be damned if I allow my future Empress to behave in a manner that reflects poorly on me and on the First Order!”

“If you allow?” She wrenched her arm out of his viselike grasp, batting his hand away for good measure. “I don’t belong to you. I don’t belong to anyone.”

“That might have been the case back when you were a scavenger on that pitiful scrap heap of a planet, but now?” His sardonic gaze flickered over her silk robes and the jewels woven through her elaborate braids. “Now you are the Chume'da, and the Chume'da belongs to her people. Their fate is entirely in your hands. Should you cross the line, it is they who will suffer for it. Am I making myself clear?”

“I hate you,” she said bitterly.

He sneered at her. “See? Already you are acclimatizing so well to married life.”

chapter one ♕ two ♕ three ♕ four ♕ five ♕ six ♕ seven ♕ eight ♕ nine ♕ ten ♕ eleven ♕ twelve ♕ thirteen ♕ fourteen ♕ fifteen ♕ sixteen ♕ seventeen ♕ eighteen ♕ nineteen ♕ twenty ♕ twenty-one ♕ twenty-two ♕ twenty-three ♕ twenty-four ♕ twenty-five

“You are the Emperor, and I am the Empress, and that means we have no more masters.”

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{cover art by the amazing @jackpotgirl}​

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Congratulations to all of the 2017 JONERYS FANFICTION AWARD WINNERS!

These lovely banners were created by the talented @freshhexes. 

Thank you so much Frost for the most beautiful banners I have ever seen. I wish I could give you guys much more for writing such incredible stories. Stories that has made us laugh, cry and not to mention horny on a weekly basis. Thank you!

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Rec: Smuggler Ben Solo

Here are some fics that include Ben Solo (on the lighter side) following in his father’s footsteps. Will edit as more are found/written; suggestions welcome! 

Masterpost

+ - fic is mature/explicit

* - fic is incomplete

Multichapter:

* requiem for a totaled quadjumper by Fashwiing

* Drunken Whaler by no_more_hope

*+ Millennium by LaPetiteBichette and wrotedownoursong

*+ Journey To The Past by HerSistersKeeper

*+ Alignment by Kylos_Princess

*+ Never Tell Me The Odds by AquaWolfGirl

+ Huntress by iliveinthemoon

*+ The Smuggler and The Scavenger by TheFaultInMyDucks

*+ SCOUNDREL by Somaybelikeno

* Scars by punkeraa

*+ If we run off to the stars by threetimesatrap

*+ Symmetry and Black Tar by audreyii_fic

* The Last Shot by politicalmamaduck

* Burning Stars, Aching Bones by OccasionallyCreative

*+ Carbonite by tinylittlebrain

* Smuggler’s Moon by CoronaTheBee

Series:

The On the Hunt series by politicalmamaduck

Oneshots:

Wait for LOVE by chaoticsentiments

+ Captain by Hormonal_Trashbag

+ First Mate by Hormonal_Trashbag

+ Over the Threshold by tinylittlebrain

SMUGGLERS - Reylo one-shot by petolinka

+ For a Moment: His Girl by ReyloTrashCompactor (NextToSomething)

+ Murderer, Traitor, Thief by SouthSideStory

the stars would do the telling by TheVeryLastValkyrie

Stop Flying Solo by Aynde

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Medicine

A Study In Physical Injury

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Pain & Shock

All About Mechanical Injuries (Injuries Caused By Violence)

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Portraying a kleptomaniac.

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How to portray a power driven character.

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Writing a character who lost someone important.

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[skylarri-fanfics1991]

thea's bellarke fic masterlist

canon universe:

all my ghosts on every sea / a collection of missing scenes throughout the first season

strength enough to build a home / what makes a family? don’t ask.

start out like sailors (sand in my dreams) / “you were the only one who offered to help me move in.”

my life among the grounders / a super-secret chronicle of days on earth by clarke griffin, co-leader of the 100, accidental prisoner of the moth river clan, and 99.9% done with that asshole, bellamy blake

the kids don’t stand a chance / five times bellarke co-parented the 100, and one time they were in need of parenting

i am become deer / clarke acquires a pet. bellamy is not pleased.

sunshine and blackbirds / in which bellarke get trapped in that car during a storm

wonderful as loving goes / an education in the different kinds of kisses

slip of the tongue / inappropriately timed confessions

the fake married series: in sickness and in health (health being the less likely); a fever i’m learning to live with;

your name is the splinter inside me / after the experiments, there is only one thing that clarke remembers.

the dark and fatal creature that she was / soulmates au

dalisay / bellamy teaches clarke a few tagalog words.

and now i’m overcome (by the light of day) / in which they find a ruined city and what’s left of grace.

as with gladness, men of old / christmas on the ark

the propagation of the species / clarke teaches the younger kids sex ed.

in peace may you leave the shore / five conversations that clarke has regarding the events of spacewalker

in the willow-meads of tasarinan, i walked in the spring / in which bellamy accidentally drinks a love potion

on earth we’re briefly gorgeous (tell me it was for the hunger and nothing less) / winter on the mountains

the people you love become ghosts inside of you (and, like this, you keep them alive) / clarke griffin, haunted and on the run

caught up in your heartstrings (where another sky hangs) / “we’ve got to stop meeting like this.”

alternate universe:

these arbitrary islands that define us / clarke becomes obsessed with bellamy’s high school physics book.

not the droids you’re looking for / star wars au

hear you calling in the dead of night / everyone knows the blake house is haunted.

that face is tearing holes in me again / bellarke attend their high school reunion.

the dead beg for more (he dreams he’s awake) / matching costumes and a halloween dare

wish i knew how to quit you / because the only way out of this situation is to french kiss the cookie guy, clearly.

yours is the only ocean / “wait, i actually have a competent lab partner?”

the stars are out tonight (one million fires burning) / bellamy’s little sister’s best friend is a pain in the ass.

leave with your little boots on / clarke breaks up with bellamy a few weeks before the end of the world.

the last of us / in which clarke takes bellamy hostage, because oops?

wild tigers i have known / a variety of contests

the infinitude of primes / of mathematics, snow, and eternity

let others wage war / in which they fake-date to piss off his family and her ex-boyfriend.

your body told me in a dream it’s never been afraid of anything / mistaken identities

“i stayed as long as i could,” he said (”now look at the moon”) / she’s the world’s first female wizard. he’s kinda into it.

here is the part where we were all forgiven (here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed) / “these photographs were taken by someone who loved you.”

even if it’s just in your wildest dreams / a book, a train, and one last season of sight.

oh, holy night (oh, night divine) / bellamy blake, world’s grumpiest boyfriend

love like that starlight / nosy moms and christmas sweaters

my god, the way it feels / in which they are officemates

untitled / happy new year!

lead me to the edge of night (’til the dawn, the end of time) / a treatise on disappearing physicists and the different kinds of light

object permanence / in which clarke isn’t jealous

baby, you’re like lightning in a bottle (can’t let you go) / in which it’s not a double date, they’re just third and fourth wheeling

night is a room / things you said through your teeth, things you said under your breath

know that we don’t look like much (but no one fucks it up like us) / disasters and domesticity

[skylarri-fanfics1991]

Rec: Sickfics

A lot of these are really cute. Here are some fics in which either Kylo or Rey get sick! Suggestions welcome. 

Masterpost

+ - fic is mature/explicit

* - fic is incomplete

Multichapter:

+ Epithumia by pontmercy44

*+ O is for Orgasm by melbadore

* No Ill Will by Castiloar

+ Colder Than Yourself by FrostedFox

* Trust Me by roamingaustenites

*+ Across Six Septembers by bluetoast

Oneshots:

the remedy is the experience (i won’t worry my life away) by TheJGatsby

The Importance of Not-Leaving by 7cinnamonroses

Piña by Hormonal_Trashbag

Cold by raindropwaltz

what ails you by thegoodlannister

+ I Saw You In a Dream by PastelandCakes

Hand, Foot, Mouth. by PropertyOfThaJoker

Snow in November by bluetoast

my wildest wind (come blow into my room) by meritmut 

[skylarri-fanfics1991]

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