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lilyofthevalleyys · 2 days

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Sirius gets accused of vandalism

He doesn’t really care, because:

1. He really needs a smoke

2. The officer interrogating him is hot

3. Said officer has a cigarette

wolfstar one shot ⭐️

(sirius is a criminal lol (kind of))

link: Smoke Signals

#marauders era #dead gay wizards #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #one shot #wolfstar oneshot #ao3 #fanfiction #marauders fanfiction #marauders fanfics #fanfics #fics #ao3 fics #wolfstar fic

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scary-flag · 9 months

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Glitterary telling it how it is

#ofmd #glitterary #ao3 #ao3 fics

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two-sibyls-tall · 10 months

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“but that didn’t happen in canon” your honor at age 16 I read a fic on ao3 with the tag ‘The Ancient and Mystical Art of Telling Canon to Get Fucked’ and I have been implementing that concept in my life ever since

#canon is whatever the fuck i want it to be #ao3 #ao3 fics #fics #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 tags #technically the fic was from #the magnus archives #but i am currently implementing this philosophy in #dc #dc batman

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2bluetwo85 · 1 month

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"The author regrets nothing" is possibly the most terrifying tag you could see on Ao3

#ao3 #fanfiction #ao3 fics #ao3 fanfics #marauders fanfiction #i just saw this on a jegulus fic #it was also rated e #so there's that

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stevesbipanic · 2 months

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Maroon

Happy birthday @henderdads in honour of you, the number one supporter of my Midnights collection, my go-to swiftie in my phone and because our Taylor has left my country singing this song on her last show here, enjoy.

When the morning came we were cleaning incense off your vinyl shelf

'Cause we lost track of time again

Laughing with my feet in your lap

Like you were my closest friend

"How'd we end up on the floor anyway?" You say

"Your roommate's cheap-ass screw-top rosé, that's how"

I see you every day now

“Steveeeee, your little candle died!” Eddie giggled from the other room. They’d spent the day unpacking Steve’s new apartment downtown. Well, Steve had unpacked, and Robin and Eddie had spent most of the day snooping through boxes. Robin had gone home, her parents still wary of her staying out after dark, Starcourt only a few months ago.

“Little candle? Oh, the incense,” Steve said coming into the room to see Eddie on the floor. He wiped off the little pile of ash and plopped down next to Eddie, stretching his legs over him. “Share that you gremlin, Robin bought that for my housewarming!” Steve reached over Eddie to grab the bottle of wine Robin’s mum sent with her.

“It’s too bad Robbie can’t live here with you, I don’t want you being all lonely,” Eddie pouted looking over at him.

Steve took a big gulp of the tangy wine, “You could always move in?”

“You wouldn’t get sick of me?”

“Nah, sounds nice seeing you every day.”

“Ok, Stevie, I’ll tell Wayne tomorrow, now gimme that bottle, roomies gotta share!”

And I chose you

The one I was dancin' with

In New York, no shoes

Looked up at the sky and it was

Living with Eddie was easy, it was nice having someone to come home to. The kids liked him too, winning them over with Hellfire and nerdy movie nights. Sitting on a bathroom floor with Robin figuring out why he got butterflies every time Eddie smiled wasn’t as easy but it felt healing.

“We should go out!” Eddie had said when Steve came out to him, blushing hard before Eddie continued. “Robbie looks too young to join me when I go to this gay bar in Indy but I bet they’ll look the other way for you, sweetheart.”

That’s how Steve found himself twirling around a brightly lit dancefloor that Friday, boys with boys and girls with girls around him and he felt light and free. Eddie never left his side, his scary dog energy scaring off any guys that might’ve asked Steve to dance but Steve didn’t mind, maybe it meant Eddie would keep dancing with him.

They stumbled down the road together, planning to sleep the night off in the van and drive home in the morning. Steve giggled looking up, the morning sun had begun peaking over the horizon, it’s colours dancing through him matching the warmth he felt in his heart.

The burgundy on my T-shirt when you splashed your wine into me

And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was

The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones

The lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was maroon

After that night the boys felt closer than ever. It was no surprise when they ended up on the living room floor again, a bottle of cheap red wine between them. Laughter filled their home in a way it never did in Steve’s house growing up. Eddie threw his hands around as he spoke, inevitably spilling the wine on them, narrowly missing the carpet.

“Oh shit, sorry Steve!” Eddie said following Steve to the bathroom. For a brief moment, Steve thought of another stain in another bathroom, but as he turned towards Eddie all thoughts of that night left him. Eddie gently tried to get out the stain from the ruined shirt. Steve couldn’t help it, blame it on the wine, blame it on the location, but he reached out grabbing Eddie’s shirt and tugging him forward.

Their lips meeting, Steve tasted the wine and cigarettes they shared. He pulled back slowly, hoping he hadn’t ruined everything. He didn’t have to worry long as Eddie quickly pulled him back, meeting his lips again.

When the silence came, we were shaking blind and hazy

How the hell did we lose sight of us again?

Sobbin' with your head in your hands

Ain't that the way shit always ends?

It’s not always easy living with the person you care about most. November brought more nightmares, dreams he couldn’t explain to Eddie, wanting to keep him far away from the hell beneath them. He had to blame his screams for Robin on a fire and not the longest night of his life.

“Why won’t you talk to me, Stevie!”

“Because I can’t!”

“Why not!”

“I’m trying to protect you!”

Steve felt the slam of the door cut through him. For the first time in a long time, they sleep in separate beds.

You were standin' hollow-eyed in the hallway

Carnations you had thought were roses, that's us

I feel you no matter what

Steve came home a few days later to Eddie waiting at their door. Pink carnations held tightly in his hand, his teary eyes and flushed cheeks made Steve’s heart ache. Eddie looked up as he heard Steve approach, his voice cracking as he said his name.

The rubies that I gave up

“I’m sorry, Stevie. I shouldn’t have left, I was just worried about you.”

Steve gently took the flowers and Eddie’s hand, “I want to tell you, I just can’t and I need you to trust me, Eds.”

Eddie nodded and Steve unlocked their door leading them both inside. “You know, I love carnations,” Steve said giving Eddie a soft smile going to the kitchen to get them water.

Eddie laughed softly, “I thought they were roses, they just looked pretty and reminded me of you.”

Steve smiled, he thought about how his dad would always try and win his mother’s forgiveness with money and jewels, he liked this better.

And I lost you

The one I was dancin' with

In New York, no shoes

Looked up at the sky and it was maroon

No matter how hard Steve tried to protect the people he loved, they always seemed to get dragged into it. Steve never wanted to see Eddie as terrified as he did in that boathouse. He wishes he’d gone with Eddie that night after the game, but he’d promised Lucas that he’d drive him to the after-party. He didn’t even know Eddie was still dealing.

“Don’t be a hero,” he’d said, but now Eddie was bleeding in his arms. Dark red blood seeping into their shirts like the wine did all those months ago. Eddie’s eyes slipped closed on the drive to the hospital.

The burgundy on my T-shirt when you splashed your wine into me

And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was (maroon)

The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones

The lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was (maroon)

Everywhere Steve looked he saw red. He refused to leave the hospital until Eddie was out of surgery. Robin had dragged him to the bathroom, forcing him to wash the blood that coated his arms down the drain. She’d left to get him a change of clothes, leaving him to sit on the hard chairs in the waiting room.

The cushions a bright red, the blood a muddy maroon under his nails, his shirt stained a deep scarlet, the smell of rust and iron coming off of him, a crimson sky behind his eyes.

And I wake with your memory over me

That's a real fucking legacy, legacy (it was maroon)

And I wake with your memory over me

That's a real fucking legacy to leave

Steve doesn’t remember when he sat down beside Eddie’s bedside. He just remembers a teary phone call to Wayne and seeing Eddie still breathing. Wayne had to go to work, Steve didn’t have anywhere to be since Family Video sunk into the earth with half the town. Pink carnations in a vase at his bedside.

“I told you not to be a hero, Eds.”

The brief bouts of sleep he got leant over Eddie or curled up in his chair were plagued with losing Eddie over and over. Til one night he dreams of them back in their apartment, lying on their floor, Eddie’s fingers brushing through his hair. He wakes, still feeling the edges of his dream, fingers still in his hair. He glances up and meets warm brown eyes.

“Eds, you’re awake!”

“Sorry I tried being a hero, Stevie, I should’ve trusted you.”

The burgundy on my T-shirt when you splashed your wine into me

And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet (it was maroon)

The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones

The lips I used to call home, so scarlet (it was maroon)

The day Eddie comes home, a town rebuilt, Steve swears the sky is the same pink it was that night in Indianapolis. He helps Eddie up the stairs, opening the door, the apartment just how they left it. The warm burgundy blanket on their ruby couch. A bottle of red wine on the counter, cherry wood cabinets and chestnut floors. A soft blush on both their faces as they lay down on the scarlet sheets of their bed. Merlot on their lips as their sucked soft wine-coloured bruises, taking back their love from months so close yet so far apart.

It was maroon

Steve would wake later, lips bit rough and maroon and thank the world that life didn’t end under a blood-red sky.

Ao3

#happy bday cass #taylor swift #midnights collection #maroon #steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #ao3 fics

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anarchypumpkincowboy · 6 months

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I need more nightwing fics

#dick grayson #I’ve read almost all of them on ao3 #like with the exception of ones with tags that I absolutely will not read #but I’ve eased my tag restrictions up to that point #I would love to hear any recs maybe I’ve read them maybe I’ve not but I’d like to hear them regardless #I need more #batfam #ao3 fics #nightwing fic #nightwing

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moonlightdancer26 · 2 years

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the story of my life

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tomriddlesmustydiary · 2 years

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Harry in Tomarry fics when his initial plan of killing young Voldemort failed and ended up with him seducing the hot intelligent angsty head boy under the name Hadrian Black Potter Peverell Evans instead, all while being unaware of his actions

#tomarry #harry potter #tom riddle #hogwarts #i rest my case #i eat that shit up #ao3 fics #CLASSIC ao3 fics i love them #memes

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casieyfran · 7 months

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do you have any new anidala fic recs? i’ve been out of the fandom for a while and need to catch up!

im pretty sure many fans of this fandom has already drop their reccomendations and most of the time it's where i find anidala/vaderdala fics. So I'll just drop it here.

check out their reccomendations!

burntblueberrywaffles

onlyanidala

gemmaswriting

askywxlker

padme-amitabha

Padawanlost

deadwivesclub

Idk about new anidala fics, I'd only joined this fandom just last year so im new. Tho i already run out of fics to read so im pretty sure i can atleast give u one XDD, in ao3 anidala tags have 9,031 works but there will only be like 23+ thats actually anidala centrics so searching for anidala centrics fics is like searching a needle in a haystack. Its maddening in here

But new anidala fics? Heres what i found and read tho since they're new, some of these are still to be in continue.

A Love Story by AmeliaKat

The Echoes of Battlecries and War Songs by no_loose_wire_joke

Suppression by Lady R_A_P

Fall for me by Ava_Lira (Make sure to read the warnings first)

Agony in Sacrifice by invaderspotty

Painted Face by COSMICSKYDALA

the devil wept by littlerosette

Inherited Power (Doesn't mean inherited will) by LPSunnyBunny

Friends of the Bride and Groom by Kay2Es0

Advance Meditation by jupiterfox

Conviction's Journey by CrolynWald

If I Lose Myself Tonight by tea_and_thyme

Road Trip by aleksandriel

Baby, You were the love of my life by bookat99

Eros Turannos by Emerald-Leaves

You can also check natalie1012 bookmarks in ao3 or Natosi Pranja favorite stories in FF.net I stalk their acc all the time bec they always seem to find anidala/vaderdala centric lol XDDD

You can check this authors too. They wrote numerous anidala that i also adore

Gemma's Writing

WrittinInStone

Rogue Darth Skywalker

shelivesfree

Shawn30

SilverDaye

alonelyturtle

Kay2Es0

aleksandriel

#anidala recommendation #anidala #vaderdala #star wars #anakin skywalker #padmé amidala #rec #fanfic #ao3 #ff.net #ao3 fics #fanfic rec #star wars fic

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kiwibirb1 · 27 days

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Ao3 writers are a different breed yall and I don't mean those crazy author notes but I think fics have left so many more lasting impressions on me then any book ever. My brain chemistry is entirely rewired and it is entirely because of fic writers sjskajsksgdksvd

#ao3 #ao3 authors #archive of our own #ao3 writers #ao3 fics #ao3 fanfics #ao3 fanfictions #im not okay anymore

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starcrossedandstupid · 21 days

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‘Somehow, I always end up back in Marianas Trench’ is over! I’m gonna miss it, but I adored the ending, can’t wait to see what op comes up with in the future!

Side note, but I made a comment about how I wish I had started reading the fic earlier so I could have had more time with it, and this is how the author responded with:

I’m- someone is going to have to fish me out of my ocean of tears, this is so incredibly sweet

#marianas trench #somehow i always end up back in Mariana’s trench #impdubs #smalletho #team ranchers #hermitshipping #trafficshipping #traffic fic #traffic fic rec #ao3 #ao3 fics

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scary-flag · 1 year

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Me, having to finally actually write down A Fic™ so a total of three people can read it

#ao3 #ao3 fics #fanfic writing #fanfic meme #ofmd #ofmd fics

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quotidian-oblivion · 4 months

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A little boy entered Black Mask's lair with two guards on either side. "Black Mask," he greeted.

Mask bowed his head. "Who may you be?"

"A client."

New fic!! Featuring Morally Questionable Tim Drake and a Poor-Impulse Control Bruce

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theplayfulfairy · 3 months

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You ever read a fic that makes you feel so MANY feelings that you decide to immediately binge read all of that author's works and then freak out at how fucking brilliant every single fic is and now you just have to leave comments on all of them because it's currently 3 am and their words gave you so much serotonin you literally cannot sleep now and are pacing around your room?

Because, same.

#its 3am and i cant sleep #because fic writers are so fucking AWESOME #AND TALENTED #I'm so grateful for every single fic writer out there blessing us for FREE #fic writers #ao3 #ao3 fics #firstprince #i was reading a firstprince fic btw #rwrb #rwrb fic

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crazytrolls · 2 months

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Brynth Fic Recs

As you can see there is a criminal amount lacking for this beautiful ship-

You Shine Like A Glowstick To Me

Kandi Crush

Dubstep! Branch x Synth

Loyalty and Blind Following

💚💜💚💜💚💜💚💜