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#Post War AU
vahveroiden-kasvatti · 9 months
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I come to you today with this au from last year that I never posted, where Aizawa is a sad retired hero after the war and knits sweaters for his husband and children.
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komihoyinsblog · 12 days
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Honestly, I'm a little confused as to why authors often ignore Kakashi's pain in fanfics when it comes to forgiving Obito. Okay, I'll clarify similarly in a moment.
Very often(sorry, actually always, I can't remember a fic where that wasn't) it's Obito who doesn't forgive Kakashi, it's Obito who insults Kakashi and humiliates Kakashi when Kakashi asks for forgiveness and for Obito to be there for him and live. Or something like that. I've never once seen Kakashi being the one who refuses to forgive Obito for all the shit he's done.
Yeah, it's part of Kakashi's character. In canon, Kakashi was pretty quick to accept the fact that Obito was alive all along and terrorizing the world, setting it up for endless dream and war. But I honestly think it was more due to the fact that Kakashi didn't have time to think and analyze the situation. For Obito didn't give him time to realize.
Yes, Kakashi has a guilt complex the size of Everest. But Kakashi is not Naruto. He doesn't forgive everything and everyone. I'm pretty sure Kakashi cried the first night after the war. Because his childhood friend had killed half of Kakashi's loved ones and was responsible for a huge mess. I want an inner conflict Kakashi who can let go of Obito, he can understand and accept Obito but not forgive. And he won't grovel to Obito to ask for him.
I really want a post war au with Obito alive, where Kakashi doesn't try on Naruto's skin and play forgiveness from the first second. He's been going to this for a very long time, with or without Obito.
Kakashi literally hasn't done a damn thing he should be apologizing for. Rin's death? Really? That's ridiculous. She killed herself using Kakashi. And it was all Madara and Zetsu's plan. I'm 100% sure that if Rin had saved herself at that point, she or Kakashi would have died anyway so that Obito would have gone over to the evil side. That's it, there's nothing there anymore for Obito to be mad at Kakashi about.
On the other side? Dude, that's fucking fucked up. Years of loneliness, the death of Minato and Kushina and Naruto's subsequent isolation, the village destroyed twice, the whole damn Uchiha clan(let's not forget that Itachi is Kakashi's kohai as well as Tenzo, and Sasuke is Kakashi's student/kid and what happened to them is 70% Obito's fault), Asuma(one of Kakashi's close friends), Neji(precious student of Kakashi's best friend), Jiraiya, the goddamn war and much, much, much more. Why the hell do the writers ignore all that when the kakaobi get together? Ignore the fact that Kakashi lost a lot because of Obito? Kakashi should be feeling emotions over this, guilt complex or not.
And Obito should have consequences for his actions, especially when they had the strongest impact on the one and only person most precious in Obito's life.
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azureforreal · 12 days
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In the AU, Flaky has other outfits but they all follow the same color pallete of the one in the character sheet. you can imagine how they look like.
on that note, this is how I imagine the other characters dressup in the AU
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most of it is based on looks from 1950-1970
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madfantasy · 11 months
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On The Nose
Ah, excited to be finally on my snarry drawing list--! I must say thanks to seeing @flymetosnarryland's amazing work 8' ❤️‍🔥
Even thos it been years last his scar severely pained him, Severus can't help sometimes but be skittish to anything arounds his neck/chin area, so Harry developed this habit to still give Sev some affection
5.6.2023, Support Mani
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thebxghag · 1 year
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it’s the weekend so i painted a firesibs thing uhuhu. Azula finally gets caught in the EK when Zuko surprises her with a false bounty hunting lead.
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mik3stuff · 6 months
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Touya behind the glass wall:....how did- how did you overcome the pain
Shoto in the other side of the room:...I didn't
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arunikas · 1 year
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I commissioned this art for my fic 💗
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If you guys have Twitter account, please go to @akseyii and hit her follow button! She's super talented and her NH art are sooo gorgeous!!!!! 😆❤️
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luendland · 1 year
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Day by Day, Chapter 3
Chapter 3 of Day by Day is now live on AO3! :) Enjoy.
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ednamode1 · 25 days
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/51482938/chapters/130108738
Pretty underrated fic ngl
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missmoonfrost · 2 months
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Survivors - a wolfstar microfic
March 8 - Pepperup Potion - 739 word
Sirius came home, left his things in a heap on the hall floor, and went straight to the kitchen cabinet.
Remus leaned against the doorframe with crossed arms. “Hello? Welcome home.”
“Where’s my Pepperup?”
“Didn’t know we had one.”
“It was right here!”
“You can’t keep potions in unmarked bottles. That’s flat-out dangerous.”
“Not if you don’t move them around!”
“Stop being a child!”
“Stop screaming at me!”
“You’re the one who’s screaming.”
Sirius slammed the cabinet door shut so hard Remus could hear several bottles fall over inside it. He stomped straight to the bedroom and slammed that door shut after him as well. Damn it! Why did Sirius have to be so moody?
Remus sat down on the living room sofa, rubbing his face and sighing deeply. He was no better himself, to be honest. Maybe even worse at times.
It had been going on for months. At work he was bored, waiting to get home. At home, he was waiting for Sirius to come brighten his day. And almost without fail, Sirius would come home tired and on edge, leaving Remus both worried and irritated. The quiet life they once dreamed of now seemed mundane.
Who would have thought it was this hard living together? They loved each other, for Merlin’s sake! Or, Remus still loved Sirius, that was. Some days he found himself doubting it was still being reciprocated. Days like this.
The suspicion hit him like a pang in the chest. Maybe he was seeing someone else?
He heard Sirius roaming about in the kitchen but decided to leave him be. Doubt still tormenting him.
Maybe he should just ask? Get it over with? He poured two glasses of whiskey. There was no way he was having that conversation without a strong drink at hand.
Sirius came out in the living room with two cups of tea. He snorted when he saw the two glasses already on the coffee table. “Yeah. We need that, don’t we?”
He put the tea down but kept standing. As if he hesitated to even sit close to Remus.
“How are you?” Remus asked in what he hoped was a level enough voice. “Catching a cold?”
“I’ve not been feeling great today. But it's better now. I found it, the Pepperup. I… eh… put it on my nightstand yesterday and forgot.”
He was still standing. Still not looking at Remus.
“Are you seeing someone else?”
Sirius stared at him. Then pressed a hand to his eyes and started sobbing. Remus suspected the worst. A confession or something.
“How bad did I mess up for you to ever think that,” Sirius let out between sobs, “You mean so much to me, I… Remus, I would never.”
That broken voice was all the reassurance he needed. Remus sprung to his feet and hugged him tight. “I’m sorry. I know. I’m so sorry. I love you.” They slowly rocked back and forth together.
“How can it be so hard, Moony?” Sirius complained into Remus' shoulder. “We’ve been through bloody war. I’ve been to bloody prison. I thought everything else would be easy after that and it’s just… not.”
They collapsed on the sofa, still clinging to each other.
“Maybe we’re just not trying hard enough?” Sirius suggested. “Everyone else seems to do it just fine.”
“Maybe we’re trying too hard?” Remus countered. “Just because the war is over doesn’t mean it didn’t happen. Maybe we need to scream and cry and throw things sometimes?”
Sirius smiled with one corner of his mouth. “Yeah. Or maybe we need to go to therapy?”
Remus smiled, too. “What? You’re going to be the reasonable one now?”
Sirius cupped his hand around Remus' neck and inched closer. “Maybe I need you to hold me like you’re not sure I’ll be there tomorrow again?” Then he quickly shut his eyes, “I mean, don’t think for a second I miss that time, but –“
Remus kissed him, shutting him up. “I get what you mean.”
In fact, that particular desire he understood perfectly. He climbed into Sirius' lap and painfully easily fell into the pretence. Tasted Sirius lips as if he might not get the chance again. Reverently unbuttoned his shirt. Trailed his finger down his chest, heaving with each shaky breath, and into his trousers, as if it might be the last time.
After all, if they didn’t quit the idiocy of lately, it might just be.
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tsukuyomii45 · 7 months
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ObiKonan. Any AU, including simple canon divergence. How would they react to an accidental pregnancy? For example, how do they handle it if they're FWB. I'm curious! 🤔
This ask cracked me up so much XDD I'm gonna write 2 AUs for this one. :3
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Modern AU - FWB relationship:
So when Konan finds out that she's pregnant, she immediately meets up with Obito to tell him the sudden news. Obito would literally choke on his cigarette the second Konan breaks the news, and he starts having a coughing fit. XDD Konan holds up the test and he could see the positive sign on it, and then he starts to act neurotic; pacing around the room, then going over to the kitchen counter to pour some whiskey, takes a gulp of his glass then pours another, mumbling about the fact that he is going to be a father and wondering if he should marry her so she doesn't become a baby mama, or if everything is too soon - are they even in a real relationship? Is this even normal? He'd be asking himself between glasses and a puff of another cigarette that he lights up. XDD
Meanwhile, Konan is literally counting the costs of milk and diaper and baby essentials on her fingers, and would be stuck in her self-denial that 9 months isn't too long and what color the crib should be. xDD
Post War AU - Established relationship:
This AU is a bit angsty and sensitive. So to anyone reading, this is a trigger warning.
In this AU, Obito and Konan finally end up together, and Konan would have long assumed that she cannot get pregnant due to injuries she sustained over the years or possibly even from the war. She and Obito were having unprotected sex regularly, and then one day she starts feeling very sick and decides to get herself checked... and this is where she finds out that she's pregnant. The news shock her, and it made her grow distant for a while. Naturally, Obito would've noticed the change in behavior, and how she's been avoiding him recently. He'd confront her about it, and then Konan realizes that this isn't something she could hide from him. She tearfully tells him that she is pregnant with his child, and she doesn't know how to feel about it... and whether she should keep it or not.
Obito would be completely shocked and confused at the news, and then the first word that tumbles out of his mouth is, "This can't be happening..." and he starts pacing around. Konan tells him that she never expected him to feel happy, because she herself doesn't know if she should be happy. Obito explains exactly why he cannot be happy for the both of them, and the reason is because they never wanted to bring a child into this shitty world that they live in, and let them go through the rough life of a shinobi given that the system has not changed so much despite the fact that things are starting to modernize. It'll take a while for the two of them to figure out what to do next.
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retrograderesemblance · 8 months
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@honorhearted continued from x after a year and a half hiatus
"I had other methods when we were in camp…though that’s no longer an option to me. Maybe I should be the one embroidering.”
Ben's lingering stare did not go unnoticed and Molly found herself falling into similar mannerisms, more focused on watching his lips form his next words than the meaning of his speeches. She felt oddly defenseless, as if she'd just been caught in an act of delinquency, as if she had nowhere to hide herself.
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“Sorry. I know we were never close beyond the obvious, but I feel like now I’m even less bearable to be around.”
"Aye," she agreed quietly, returning her attention forward, pressing her cheek to his shoulder; she had warmed considerably from their closeness, but even now, she didn't want to relinquish her hold on him, "we've never been friends."
It seemed an outlandish thing to admit to now, but Molly never recalled them treating one another as anything other than a nuisance, than an unconventional means of relief. There had never been friendly discussions or jokes shared between them; even in their senseless fumblings during the war, they had never been kind or gentle with one another, instead cruel words, violent touches being their only means of communication.
Thunder sounded again, though this time it was distant, the storm moving further from them even if the pounding of raindrops and wind still beat against the cabin mercilessly.
There was comfort knowing the storm was subsiding, even just a little, and suddenly Molly felt tiredness sweeping over her, the port beginning to have an affect over her, enough to persuade her to loosen her hold on Ben and sink further under the bedding so she could lay down. She held fast to his forearm though, gently tugging on him, a quiet plea for him to lay beside her.
"You should stay here. In case the storm draws nearer." She didn't want to be alone if the thunder returned, bringing back memories of gunpowder and violence, she didn't want Ben to be alone either.
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callistothebard · 2 months
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Entwined - Bellamione
HEAVY TW: murder, suicidal imagery
Word count: < 300
prompts used: March 5 Impossible, March 6 Bridge
for @sapphicmicrofics
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Another victim. Another rope. Another body hanging from the same damn bridge.
Hermione watched as the man was pulled safely onto the deck.
"A lot of rookies would have drowned out by now." Inspector Ridge huffed out, blowing smoke from his nostrils.
Hermione nodded.
"The shock didn't hit you yet. It will." He claps her roughly on the shoulder. "Gather your wits and come with me to examine the vic."
Her stomach turned as she saw the body. The victim's neck was twisted unnaturally, dangling lifelessly to the side. Upon his skin, deep gouges marred his cheeks, arms, and torso. His nails were chipped and dry.
Ridge knelt and pointed his gloved hands to the victim's back. "Sick bastard." She heard her partner mutter.
As her eyes fell upon the crude marks on the victim's back, her stomach churned with bile, a sickening realization knotting in her gut. It was her. She was sure of it.
"Wilkins?" Ridge called out to her.
Hermione's breath hitched in her throat like a blade poised at her jugular. She took a step back, then another, and another until her legs hit the bridge railing.
She could feel the pull of magic. She could feel a hint of her. She thought she escaped. She moved across the entire world for fucks sake. Got a new name. A Muggle job. She was so sure she had finally…
Hermione rubbed her thumb over her forearm; even through the latex, she felt it.
"Wilkins, you alright?" She strained to hear him. "Talk to me, kid." She felt him reach out to her, pulling her back into a world she desperately wanted to flee from.
Her mouth was cotton. She could only stare at the bloody scars etched on the man's back…
Muddy.
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azureforreal · 1 month
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All the illustrations I did for the latest chapter of my AU
HIGHLY recommend you reading the chapter before seeing the illustrations, cuz there is a bunch of spoilers
LINK HERE <---- (AO3)
You are in for a ride...
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Time to drown in heavy symbolism
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dramiodantes · 1 year
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• dramione post war au
Hearing a strange noise, immediately Draco opens his eyes and reaches the wand under the pillow, ready to fight.
He points it towards an unknown danger and target before understanding the truth: there isn't no one but the witch beside him. 
Draco takes a deep breath, putting the wand on the mattress: the Battle of Hogwarts changed the course of their existence a few days ago and now they're finally living in a world without Voldemort and Death Esters for the first time in ages. He's a /free/ man, free from any duty towards his family and the Order.
Then he looks at /her/ and he can't help but smile. Hermione Granger is still sleeping in his bed. Finally she has decided to stop ignoring that /thing/ between them, accepting his invitation to join him in his room after the celebrations, a stupid way to exorcise pain and grievance with too alcohol.
She keeps repeating how much she hates him but her eyes said something different last night.
Draco puts an arm around her abdomen, dragging her towards him and flushing their bodies together.
"Draco Malfoy! Let me go", she huffs in annoyance as he starts to kiss her nape, her shoulder, the column of her neck.
Oh, that's out of the question.
"Never", he rasps in her ear. She's still naked and he can't deny how much he wants her again. And again and again. The two rounds of the previous night? Not enough.
"What time is it?".
"Ten o'clock".
"Blimey, Harry is waiting for me".
"No fucking way, Granger". She tries to get up but he doesn't let her go. "Potter can wait for once".
"Malfoy!".
It's time to act, so with a quick movement, he flips her, staying between her legs and pinning her wrist to the mattress. 
"Stop denying the truth: you like me", he smirked.
"No!", she screams.
"Say it, Granger, and I'll let you go".
"Never!".
He pulled her lip between his, starting to rock against her body. She's still so warm, so soft, so ready for him.
"Say. It. Aloud. Or you won't leave this bed, I swear".
"Why? You hate me too. I'm a Mudblood".
His eyes widen. "Don't you dare! Don't address yourself with that hideous slur in front of me".
"Oh, poor Draco, a long time ago you loved to call me like that", she mocked him.
Draco rests his forehead on hers, sighing softly. "Forgive me, Hermione, please. I know I'm a disaster but I want to be better, for you. My feelings for you are real".
They stay in that position for what seems hours until a sob breaks the moment. "I'm sorry—I don't know what we're doing, what our feelings are and it's overwhelming. I—I want you too".
"So stop fighting what your heart says and give me a chance", he whispered so close to her lips. And when she nods slowly, finally he kisses her, sealing the deal between them.
FIN.
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thebxghag · 1 year
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I painted one of the sketches c:
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