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[20 Question Fic Writer Tag]
Thanks for the tags, loves! @brasideios @whereforartthoumisthios
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
1, technically, as they’re all connected.
2. What is your AO3 word count?
Currently 12k-ish. I pulled a bunch down a few months ago to rework things that were half-edited and bothering me. They haven’t returned yet, but I’m optimistic.
3. What fandoms do you write for?
AO3 will tell you only AC Odyssey, but in my active drive I have WIPs for AC Valhalla, Red Dead Redemption 2 (which I need to lure more of my AC mutuals into playing... ;)), Stardew Valley, and BG3. There maaay be a few pieces I'm reworking from fanfiction.net also. Those ones are for Knights of the Old Republic, Dragon Age Origins, and maybe even a Snow White & the Huntsman (xD). As a teen I wrote a bit of LoTR and Star Wars (old republic era OCs mostly), but that's been ages.
4. What are your top five fics by kudos?
Fewer than five posted, so I'm skipping this one!
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Yes, mostly because I know most writers love comments, so I try to reward people who take the time. Honestly, if not for that I would blind-post everything and opt out of seeing kudos/comments. I love them, but it's too easy to depend on the reassurance. I'd rather drop them into the internet abyss and interact with people who seek me out on tumblr. I’d never give up the chance to connect over them though. You all are too kind and awesome <3
6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
KotOR probably. It’s about Revan recovering her memory and reconnecting with the purpose of her fall, which leads her to walk the same way again, but with more care and less hope. Also going alone, as repentance for Malak’s fate.
ACO's has an angstier storyline (Brasidas Dx), but the actual ending is long after that wraps up, so it doesn’t quite count ;)
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
SDV probably. How could anyone write Shane without giving him a happy ending? That guy needs a happy ending!
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Not so far.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Yes, mostly by accident. There's a lot of chemistry exposition there and I always cave to that. Probably equal parts F/F and F/M.
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
Nope! Open to it, but my brain doesn't leap like that.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not to my knowledge. Although if anyone wanted to take my old ideas and run with them, I' it'd save me a lot of work reconfiguring! xD I also love re-writes. Everyone picks up on different nuances and I love to see the same idea expressed different ways. Direct theft not so much.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Not to my knowledge.
13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?
When I was a young teen, but not since. My co-writer and I reconnected last year and its funny the kind of bond (and friction) that forms.
14. What's your all-time favourite ship?
I'm not capable of answering that question. Genuinely. Pass!
15. What's a WIP you'd like to finish but doubt you ever will?
I'm happily in denial about all of them, thank you very much. Leave me and my 25 fics alone! xD
16. What are your writing strengths?
Oh gosh. I've been told action, but if that's true it's entirely by luck. Writing it is like pulling teeth. I'm going to join this question with the next, because I think strengths and weaknesses are often two sides of the same, and say introspection and body language minutia, because I LOVE those, but could easily write entire chapters of that, so I'm constantly cutting that down. Blessing and a curse, ya know?
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
The above, because it's to excess, but also OCD editing tendencies. I have a thing about cadence, varying paragraph and sentence-length, and (most oppressively) magnetizing my sentences. I'm not sure what the actual term for that is, but when you tie the end of one sentence to the beginning of the next with a common thought or word. We’re taught to do it with paragraphs, obviously, but on a tighter level. Every sentence. It's fun for reader fluidity, but way too much work.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
I have no skills for it, but as long as it's translated, I enjoy reading it!
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Probably LotR. I had an OC who insisted on following two steps behind the fellowship, intersecting with them a few times. Third Age, the game, was built on the same premise, so I eventually abandoned it in lieu of that.
20. Favourite fic you've ever written?
Imagined or written? Because the answer is different. Imagined is probably DA:O. Written is ACO, by far. I've never put so much time in on a story. Someday I'll make it cohesive enough to post! xD
I’m still emerging from my hermit cave and don’t know who’s done what, so I’m going to skip tagging this time, but I missed you all and am glad to be back(ish) 😂
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15 and 17!!
15. Do you write in the margins of your books? Dog-ear your pages? Read in the bath? Why or why not? Do you judge people who do these things? Can we still be friends?
Ok I hope no one hates me for this but yes, I write in them, dog ear the pages, and highlight some parts. I used to read in the bath !! But the lighting wasn’t the best and it hurt my eyes. I don’t judge what anyone does with their books, so no friendship ended here. It’s yours, do whatever you want with it !! Leave your mark, put your deepest thoughts, or your takes on the pages. I’m also just the kind of person who likes to make note of things, especially when I’m reading, I’ll mark my favourite parts, favourite lines, and all that. You can always reread the book, but you’ll never read it for the first time again.
17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.
This is going to be about Flamingo King since I’m finishing the final chapter now !!
The lore is pretty simple, I’ve always wanted to write a trailer park fic and FK is inspired by Lana Del Rey’s unreleased tracks. I wanted to write something that embodied the hot, steamy summer in a trailer park, with the pool, denim shorts and Chevys. And I just live for big, beefy, hairy flirtatious men with a heart of gold, I wanted Ari to be more than a pretty face and a panty dropper. His backstory is my favourite with his rock legend parents and their whole journey, leading to him playing in The Den with music in his blood. FK!reader is also one of my favourite readers, I love the temporary lifestyle with her short term jobs, endless admirers, and the wistfulness of her past relationships, I think it shows she’s been through things and still looks for more, for something better.
Bottom line: FK is entirely self indulgent with the help of you all ofc. I originally wanted it to be three parts, but you all inspired me to write more, and to give ari and reader the love story they deserve !!
As for things that won’t make it into the story: (spoiler?)
I thought about adding a proposal scene since Ari is always talking about getting married and it would all come full circle, but I’d rather not.
I’m the kind of person who makes up things after movies or books end, just as a final personal hurrah for comfort sake.
Once FK ends, you can all decide what they do afterward, when they get married and all that. Also, I don’t want to do the whole: they got married and had kids ending, although I love it and it’s so wholesome, I don’t think it fits with the story. They’re young, in-love, experiencing each other and still figuring things out. Not all ‘happy’ endings have to involve marriage and children, it’s all up to personal preference. The possibilities are endless !!
Weird Questions for Writers (because writers are weird)
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Thank you to @bg-sparrow for tagging me!!!
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
I got 15. (insert the It Ain't Much but it's Honest Work meme)
2. What's your total AO3 word count?
Somehow I have 66,591 words? It's not a lot, but I don't really focus on word count when I write.
3. What fandoms do you write for?
I mainly write for Back to the Future, but sometimes I have been possessed to write about Shakespeare plays (i'm being haunted by Billy Shakes himself)
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Julius Caesar (The Gayer Version of the Play) - Shakespeare
Rebel With a Cause - Back to the Future
The 10 Years of Penelope - The Odyssey (this was out of spite)
Tender Roses - Shakespeare
Marty’s Road Test - Back to the Future
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
I try to as much as I can. I really like engaging with the fandom and I know that I like talking to other fic authors about their works. But sometimes it stresses me out or I just forget…
6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Definitely Chapter 1 of Catch the Winds of Destiny. Poor George and Lorraine. They’re so miserable. It made me sad writing it.
Although, my chapter about Einstein in Doc's Dogs was also angsty.
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Ooooo. A lot of my stories are fluff and end happy, but I think what makes a story have a happy ending is one that shows characters at their worst and still ends happy somehow. So, by that logic, Chapter Three of Catch the Winds of Destiny has the happiest ending.
But if we’re just going based on pure happiness at the end, not just being hopeful, then it’s gotta be Rebel With a Cause.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
No, thankfully. All the commenters I get are very sweet and lovely and honestly encourage me to keep going.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Absolutely not. It doesn't appeal to me as a writer or as a reader.
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
I actually forgot I wrote this, but I wrote one (1) crossover fic for The Mummy and Jungle Cruise called New Friends.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not to my knowledge.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
I have no idea, but it would honestly be really cool if that happened--as long as I have knowledge that it happened.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
No. It sounds really fun, though. I just have a really weird writing schedule (aka: I get bursts of writing inspiration and then a week later I cannot write at all) and I feel like that might mess with things??? I dunno.
14. What's your all-time favourite ship?
Lorraine/George MY BELOVEDS. Oh my goodness do not even get me started. They are so adorable when they finally get their crap together and aren’t miserable. A close second is Marty/Jennifer. And because no one can stop me, Doc & Marty is my favorite platonic ship (their friendship is everything to me).
15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?
Real talk? My current WIP, Someday We'll Find It. I don’t doubt that I won’t finish it, per se, but I am scared I’ll lose interest in finishing it. I’ve gotten into a new hyperfixation and usually that means my old one (Back to the Future) will get pushed outta the way and I don’t think about it as much. I’ve been trying really hard to balance both of them, so I’m praying I can still finish it.
16. What are your writing strengths?
I would say dialogue. It’s what comes to me naturally when I start writing. When I go to revise the story, I don’t have to add or delete too much dialogue. I think most of my stories tend to be driven by dialogue and that’s what most people comment about in my fics. I feel like I am better at showing who a character is through dialogue than other things.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Prose. I struggle so much with how much to write. Is it too much that it’s distracting? Is it too little and no one can get immersed in the story? I also tend to go on tangents with little stories that I have to figure out if it benefits or hurts the story in any way.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
I’ve never done it before. If I were to do it, I would probably have the character speak in the language and work on making sure any dialogue tags and responses from other characters help a reader who only speaks English understand what is being said without having to Google translate it.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Warrior Cats. In elementary school, my friend and I would pass a folded up piece of paper. One of us would draw our OC saying/doing something and then the other would respond. There was nothing pre-planned, we just made it up as we went. We actually finished one and I got my dad to photocopy it so my friend and I could have it saved digitally and they could print it off.
20. Favourite fic you've ever written?
How could you do this to me???? I love so many of them for so many reasons. I love all my fics!!! (okay that’s a lie. But shhhh). I can’t pick one for my favorite of All Time, so I’ll pick one that’s special to me at the moment:I Fell For You. It was so self-indulgent and I loved trying to figure out how George would respond to the situation in the original Twin Pines timeline.
I'll tag @measuresderepo and anyone else who wants to join. (I'm so serious. If I haven't tagged you and you wanna do it, DO IT. Even if we have never interacted or anything. Go off)
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Fic Writer Interview.
Thanks for the tag @96percentdone
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
26 currently! (soon to be 28 in like a few days)
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
43,438
3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
1. Because of a Cupcake
2. A Family’s Love
3. Soft
4. Surprise
5. Playing the Cards Right
Yeah that sounds about right. I do have a soft spot for all these fics, but Playing the Cards Right I’m actually still really proud of not gonna lie
4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Yes I usually do, they were nice enough to leave a comment for me, least I can do is respond to it.
5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?
Probably Not Quite since that one is based on a bad ending in the VN The in Fata Morgana and it doesn’t really get better for anyone in it. They’re still in bad end 1 at the end of the day.
6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?
Probably Soft although like all of my Sam and Max fics end pretty happily. But Soft is just them being gay and stargazing and that’s it really so I’d say that’s pretty happy
7. Do you write crossovers?
Not really although my Poker Night 2 fic miiiight be one if only because the game itself is a crossover between several franchises having them hang out and play poker.
But besides I’m not really big into crossovers (although I did have one idea see question 14 for more)
8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?
Honestly not that I can remember, I’m not a popular enough writer to hate.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
I wrote one (1) whole smut (Surprise) and it was a joke and a gift for a friend. I don’t really see myself attempting it again anytime soon but we’ll see
10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
I don’t think so
11. Have you ever had a fic translated?
I do remember waaaay back in the fanfiction.net days someone did translate one of my fics. I don’t remember the language or fic though
12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Nope
13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?
Michel and Giselle from The House in Fata Morgana babeeeeeeey
14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?
Okay so I came up with a Sam and Max Phantom of the Opera AU where Sam was Raoul and Max was Christine and Lorne was the Phantom (because u know he has the vibes of someone who’d live in the basement of an Opera). The entire thing was gonna be a parody of the actual book because I’m a massive Phantom of the Opera fan while still being a Sam/Max fic.
I still think about it sometimes and have a whole first chapter written and saved on my laptop but idk if I’ll ever finish it. I’d like to, although it might not be in as ambitious as my initial idea.
15. What are your writing strengths?
I think my biggest strengths are my characterizations (I’m really good at nailing down that characters act and talk) and being able to write emotions/emotional shit
16. What are your writing weaknesses?
My biggest weakness is my inability to write an idea that’s longer than a oneshot.
I’m also not great at describing actions and things but I’m working on it.
17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?
I’ve never really done it but I think it can work well depending on context I think
18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?
Star Wars way back in my fanfiction.net days babeeeeeeey (they’re all since been deleted)
19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?
Good Omens would be cool to write a fic for. It’s my favourite book after all and I do love the characters but I just have no ideas for it. Likewise Umineko is one of my fave things ever, yet I haven’t written any fic for it. Sad.
20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?
Okay so it’s a tie between Playing the Cards Right which I think is pretty funny and cute! also everyone in it is well characterized and The Act of Mourning and Moving On which I wrote of a TWEWY girls fanzine and I’m really proud of it. I think it’s a well done character/relationship study of the dynamic between Shoka and Ayano and I really really wish more people would read it. So read playing the cards right if u want a laugh, real the act of mourning and moving on if you want to be sad.
I don’t have anyone in mind to tag so. If you see this consider yourself tagged <333
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Chapter 10:Lost & Found prt 1
2 years later...
It’s currently been 2 whole years since the distance between others. Hoseok has finally settled in his home although wang stayed back for a few months before retiring. Well, that’s what his family thinks but wang still is his right-hand man. As for you, I see you have settled as your own boss. You are the first 17-year-old to have your tower in a city and state. Anyways.....
Y/N P.O.V
Damn, I can't believe I woke late when I have an important business meeting and I threw my phone to where I couldn't find it but did.Uh…shit here it is.Lemme hurry up before I be more late.
Hoseok P.O.V🧠
Dammit how did I let time slip up on me like this I’m supposed to be meeting my client at a place I don’t even like.Wait a minute I’m late on purpose.
He then smirk
Your then walking towards your tower entrance which you end up bumping into someone and you both to busy to notice each other because your both looking down in your phone’s.
But soon you both said sorry at the same time but couldn’t really verify who you were really looking at because of the clients and assistants
Y/N🧠
HOSEOK????
Hoseok🧠
Y/N???
Assistant 1
Boss the meeting is on the 10th floor room 1020
Assistant 2
I rescheduled your meeting with the walters till next week I hope you don’t mind
Y/N P.O.V
N-No….Not at all uhm thank you I’ll be right there.
Both 🧠
That’s impossible there’s no way that’s Him/Her
You then finished your conference with the business people and then go on the elevator and used your Face ID to unlock your headquarters.
Hoseok 🧠
There’s no way I have to find her I spent years trying to find her i must be  hallucinating.
Hoseok P.O.V
Excuse me…Uhm excuse me mam do you know by any chance is there a person name Y/N Yang
Secretary 1
No sir sorry
Fuck!
He then went around asking staff and assistants did they know you or heard of you but their responses and answers were always no or haven’t heard of you.
But then he came a path with the head assistatt
Hoseok P.O.V
Excuse, please can I ask you something
Head assistant
Uhm yes sir go ahead
Hoseok P.O.V
Please by any chance is there a person that goes by y/n here
Head assistant
Uhm yes, she's the boss well uhm owner of this building. Why? Would you like to set up a meeting or see her?
Hoseok P.O.V
Yes I would thank you
She then shows him to the elevator and uses her card to get him up to her headquarters
Y/N P.O.V
Wtf I saw him or at least I saw him that's impossible how is he even here. I feel so bad for what I did omg....
A burning urge to cry shook over you because of the guilt you were feeling but you know there was nothing you could do as soon as you were about to cry you heard the elevator ding and as soon as you turned and were headed towards the elevator it opened revealing a person who you thought you would never see.
He then steps out of the elevator full eyes ahead looking at you and you couldn't help but stand still as tears started to build up in your eyes.
Hoseok 🧠
I couldn’t believe who I was looking at I froze as I step out of the elevator
Y/N
You then turned around and said I think you should leave sir.Y/N what do you mean leave?
Tears then begin trailing down your face without giving him an answers
You then told him to leave again but he refused and said why are you ignoring me and telling me to leave ??Don't you have a family, maybe a wife of this about a business set up a conference?
No y/n it’s about you us.
What about us you told me to stay away from you and that you never wanted to be friends or anything more!!?
Y/N wait I what?
Y-You said that you never wanted to be friends with me anymore.
Y/N what do you mean you know I wouldn’t do anything like that if anything you told me we shouldn’t be friends anymore and to stay away from you because you couldn’t do it.
What do you mean I said stay away you texted me the same thing and I thought you and your parents had agreed?
Agreed?Agreed to what
You then both pulled out your phone and show messages
Hoseok
I never sent that to you
Y/N
I never texted you that I only said we shouldn’t be friends anymore not that I disliked you.
Then who did?
Anyways what do you mean by agreed?
Your parents told me-….
Told you what?They told me to text you and tell you we shouldn’t be friends anymore and to leave a never come back because you have more important things to do besides spending time on distractions in other words a kid me. So when you sent that text I thought they had told you.
What no. What do you mean no? I mean I didn’t say any of that or heard my parents say something like that. Well if you didn’t send the text then who did?
To be continued
Sorry for the wait time p.s ~Rihanna
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3, 8, & 17 pretty please 🫶🏻
Omg thank you so much for asking lovely! 💖
3. Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole?
Like their are certainly things I won’t write but they’re not tropes. I wouldn’t say there’s a trope I wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole and also never say never right? I never thought I’d write an orgy with triple anal penetration and a side order of daddy kink and yet I did for someone’s birthday so like, you never know what your future holds 🤷🏻♀️
17. Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?
I write them start to finish because I wrote one (1) geraskier fic out of order, I skipped the middle to get to the good stuff at the end, and it’s still sitting unfinished in my gdocs two and a half years later even though it’s like 50k so it feels like a massive waste to leave it sitting there but I really have NO desire to go back and write the middle 🤣
8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.
This is from chapter 6 of an incredibly niche, self indulgent supernatural detective fic I’m currently working on. It’s set 30 years post canon, in London, Daisy is Robins wife, Olivia is their daughter, Steve isn’t her Dad but he basically is. This scene takes place in Blackpool at a brass band contest called the Spring Festival (the girls all play, thanks for making Robin a trumpet player D*ffers 😉 although she moved onto cornet shortly after moving to London in ‘87). Basically Billy shows up, unexpectedly of course and things unfurl from there. And I love it and I’m proud of it because it makes me laugh, and if it doesn’t make me laugh then what’s the point?
-oOo-
“So,” Steve said, joining Robin, Olivia and Daisy at the table they’d taken in the Blackpool MacDonalds, “it’s come to my attention that I’ve done something really foolish.”
“Did you try to ask a lesbian out on a date again?” Robin asked, raising her eyebrows.
“Very funny,” Steve scoffed, rolling his eyes as he opened up his pancakes.
“Did you sleep with our conductor again?” Daisy asked, also raising her eyebrows.
“Hey, she said she was single!” Steve protested but they all ignored him.
“Did you try to sleep with a vampire again?” Olivia asked, eyebrows raised just like her mothers. It was disconcerting if he was being honest.
“That was one time!”
“Give us a clue?” Daisy asked before taking a bite out of her egg McMuffin.
“No, no!” Steve sniffed, as he poured the little tub of maple syrup over his breakfast, “I came to you all for advice but you’d rather take the piss.”
“Please,” Robin scoffed, “you came here to whinge and not listen to any advice we gave you.”
“Slander,” Steve mumbled, taking a bite and chewing testily.
“Is it really slander if it’s true?” Olivia asked, before spearing a piece of her own pancake on the little plastic fork that came with the meal and placing it daintily in her mouth.
“Do you want to hear about my problem or not?”
“Oh please, regale us,” Daisy gestured to the table at large, picked up her coffee and sat back to look at him expectantly. The other two mirrored Daisy.
In the face of their scrutiny, Steve felt himself quailing slightly, bravado gone. He had another mouthful of pancake and then mumbled, “I think I fancy a straight man.”
They didn’t react to that, continuing to watch him, waiting, knowing there was more.
“It’s Billy,” he added, “and I think I’ve been flirting with him without realising it.”
“Stevie,” Robin said gently, reaching across the table to take his hands in hers, “I say this with all the love in the world, but of everyone sitting at this table, you are the last person to realise that you have a crush on Billy Hargrove.”
-oOo-
Thank you again for asking lovely, it really made my evening 💖💖💖💖💖
#harringrove#earlier in the chapter Robin describes their family love language as insults#so it’s just so fun to write#Billy/Steve#lutes says things#my stuff#my work
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Singles
Elena sees more of Damon than she's ever suppose to and learns more about herself than she could ever hope. Set during Season two; one-shot.
Original source: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/6777000/1/Singles
Chapters: 1
Published: February 25, 2011
Words: 1889
Rated: Fiction T - Language: English - Genre: Humor/Friendship - Characters: Elena G., Damon S. - Reviews: 14 - Favs: 11 - Follows: 5
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Singles
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The Boarding House was still, yet not just quiet but completely soundless. On afternoons like today she would have been with Stefan enjoying a nice day together. Instead, Elena was tasked to do research with Damon because apparently she was in martyrdom mode and since Damon already stopped her once…
The whole situation gave her a terrible head ache. She wished, and sometimes pleaded to an unknown god, she could go back to her old life. Even though being with Stefan was nice, there were days she would trade it all for cheerleading practice, normal Bonnie and Caroline, being able to just play video games with Jeremy and she could talk to her par…
Elena interrupted her train of thought yet again. If she went down that track again she would give up again and this time no amount of pep talk might bring her out of it. She just couldn't do that to herself, not when she promised Stefan she would renew her efforts of trying to do so. She could not give up hope (despite how hopeless it might be).
So engrossed in her internal struggle, Elena forgot… or well, disregarded all common courtesy of knocking and just entered his room without notice.
"Elena! Dear Lord… would it bother you to knock?" Damon scolded as he vainly tried to wrap a towel around his waist.
But it had been too late and all in vain because when Elena had immediately looked straight ahead in Damon's direction when she entered the room. This, unfortunately, meant she had just seen everything Damon Salvatore had to offer. Everything. Not just limited to the PG-13 or NC-17 sense either. And no matter how hard she could and would try, she highly doubted she could ever unseen "everything".
Finally able to bring her gaping mouth closed, Elena stammered, "I'm so sorry Damon… I wasn't… ah, thinking."
Was that the best explanation she could give? It sounded more like she was trying to come up with an excuse.
"It's quite alright Elena. Well, not really but to save from further embarrassment I'm just going to go into my bathroom and change, alright?" Damon suggested with his pointed thumb as he gathered his pants before making his way to the second door. All Elena could do was nod.
Elena began to leave with the mind set it would be best to go down stairs and get a start on the research while waiting for Damon when probably the asinine idea popped up. Usually, Elena dismissed something like this but with all that had happened lately who would blame her if she decided to?
Damon eventually exited the bathroom whilst drying his hair, conveniently ignoring Elena's presence. Although, Damon did became aware of her when she waved her hand in front of him.
"Um, Elena… what are you… Did you owe me for something?" he asked with evident confusion.
"Well, I saw something I've never seen before," Elena tried to explain as she held up the dollar bill.
Confused, Damon gaped at her for a moment before accepting the money with recognition. "Elena Gilbert, really?" he asked with a delightfully surprised smile.
She would probably never cease to amaze him but for once, he was taken completely off guard. It warmed his heart strangely that she would remember one of his throw away lines he used on her and Stefan, and try to make light of the current dark situation they seemed to perpetuity be in. Elena could only smile back before heading to the door, "I'll be in the study, okay?"
"You do realize now," Damon began as he pulled on his shirt.
"This means war?" Elena tried to finish for him.
"No… I'll have to pay you back now," he added with his signature 'eye thing' as he tucked the dollar into his denim pocket.
Yet, instead of Elena's usual response of disapproval and smacks, she laughed with genuine humor- the type that reached your eyes and Damon just jumped right in and joined her. For once, it was just the two of them laughing at each other's snarky comments. Elena hadn't heard his laugh for so long and the light hearted one she was hearing now she possible had never heard before.
Elena just shook her head of thought, only to have it consumed with reality once again. She moved back to the door frame muttering, "You probably know what I look like already," before she left.
However, Damon was quicker than her and grasped her wrist to keep her in the room; "We were having a fun moment but you just had to ruin it."
"Excuse me?" Elena questioned in regard to his tone.
"Stefan doesn't seem like the most positive role model if your thoughts turn so quickly to brooding and gloom," he stated, the dark expression from the last month returning to his face again.
"I don't understand…" Elena tried but Damon cut her off, "You know exactly what I mean. God Elena, are you forever going to compare yourself to her?"
Elena ripped her arm from his grasp, "Well, I do in fact share her face, it's only logical we probably share the same body… features," Elena tried to finish without a grimace or bile rising to her mouth. Bodily features that ensnared both Salvatore brothers….
Damon could only sigh, "How many… Elena, you are nothing like her. Sometimes I even forget…" but he stopped himself before correcting, "Elena, I could give you probably a hundred differences between you and… Katherine. Particularly in body plan… which I would have to guess at because I've never had the pleasure of seeing you, Ms. Elena Gilbert, in the…"
"Damon!" Elena was quick to scold him, which only results in him smirking before resuming, "But I am serious."
"Oh, how so?" Elena folded her arms across her chest; she was always one to defy him.
"Well, Katherine had a child so there's a major difference right there," he began.
"Oh, so she's more curvy and womanly than me, thanks Damon," Elena scoffed.
"That's not what I meant. Yes, she had curves and certain… assets that were attractive during that certain time period. Yet she also had an extremely hourglass waist, which was probably due to corsets that I never saw her without."
When that didn't ease the look on Elena's face, Damon decided to change tactics. "She's curvy, I'll give her that. She probably has stretch marks I've never seen… and how sexy are those?"
This earned him a light laugh from Elena but he knew he wasn't clear quite yet. "And you Elena, even covered head to toe in clothes, are a different entity all together. You're probably lean and fit with just the perfect combination of womanly charm. You certainly present grace wherever you are."
"Damon," she began again to interrupt him but he wouldn't have it.
"You forget I saw you in the beautiful blue dress at the Founder's Ball and you were quite lovely as you descended the stairs. A blind man could see you and your beauty with such… honest truth Katherine could never master with all her fem fatal."
"Damon," Elena's voice came out slightly like a whine but more of a whisper when Damon finished his statement.
"But, of course, I don't know any of this for certain unless you want to show me," Damon remarked quickly, displacing the intimate atmosphere with his sexual tone.
"Damon," she rolled her eyes; that one had definitely earned him a smack on the arm, but Elena still smiled.
"Oh, come on. I show you mine, but you won't show me yours? Elena Gilbert… hardly fair," Damon commented with his façade of hurt. Oh yes, her Damon was almost back - with sexual innuendoes and all, and she couldn't be happier.
Elena turned to leave again but before Elena could reach the door frame, Damon pulled her back to embrace her in a hug.
"I know this sounds horrible cliché but I would not be the man I am today without you, Elena. So, thank you… for being there when I needed it," he finished as he gave her a friendly pat on the back, "That's one thing Katherine could never do."
"Well, you've been there for me and to save my life so… thank you," she replied with a reassuring pat for him, "Its… it's just nice to have my best friend back," she finds herself able to finish.
Damon just shook his head while he rests his forehead on her shoulder for a moment, "You never truly lost me but thanks for bringing me back anyways."
All Elena could reply back with was a 'no problem.'
The two stayed like that for a while, long enough to grasp the moment before Elena could feel awkward and disloyal. They pulled back with a mutual short laugh before Damon turned to his armoire to fix his shirt, "Now, I'll be right behind you. We still have research to do downstairs."
Elena faked an overdramatic look of dread, "Oh great, more homework," Elena joked.
"Yes… that could save your life," Damon replied in a snide tone.
Elena left the room with a strange smile on her face as she closed the door behind her. No, she wouldn't trade her life now for anything.
But - wait a minute… How could Damon, being a vampire, neglect hearing her walk up the stairs, let alone not hear her come into his room? She could only wonder as she headed down stairs.
" If I see something I've never seen before, I'll throw a dollar at it." - Damon Salvatore.
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The quote is from the episode "Children of the Damned" in season 1.
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Miraculous fic recomendations!!
This is just an excuse to show all my bookmarks? Yes. Yes, it is. I'm pretty sure most of this fics are really popular, but try see if you find something you didn't knew about!
All of the fics will be rated Teen and up audiences or lower. Also if I don't put the author's tumblr is because they didn't put it in the fic or/and I couldn't find it.
Pairing: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug
knowing you by emsylcatac (they are not really the author of the fic but that's the account that says in the fic, the actual author doesn't have an account).
After dropping their transformations months ago, Marinette and Adrien see each other for the first time after being apart. They've both left too much unsaid and have to work to pick up the pieces of their confused hearts.
Chapters: 1/1
Post-reveal but mostly ladynoir, light angst with happy ending.
the last day on earth by Reiaji
The first time Marinette sees Chat Blanc, she's fourteen years old. The second time, fifteen—the third time, seventeen.
The closer she grows to Adrien, the harder it is to save him.
Chapters: 1/1
Post-reveal lovesquare, kinda heavy angst, hopeful ending.
tell me something i don't know by carpisuns (@carpisuns here on tumblr)
Do you think it still means something? To love someone, even if the universe said you had to?
The odds of having a soulmate are about negative one billion (or something like that). But somehow, like they always have, Marinette and Chat Noir find themselves together. They’re ready to finally tell each other everything, but it turns out that even soulmates have to keep secrets, and while their bond draws them together, duty forces them apart.
Chapters: currently 17/28 (WIPs can be exhausting but this one is 100% worth the wait!)
Mostly marichat but almost all of the lovesquare sides make an appearance, soulmates au, mostly fluff but it can get angsty if it wants to.
One Thing After Another by SKayLanphear
Marinette notices that, sometimes, Adrien acts a little out of the ordinary--like the time he stood in a cardboard box for no reason, or when he actually hissed at Nino. It's only when she starts to notice the similarities between Adrien and a certain feline that she begins to get suspicious.
Basically, Adrien acts like a cat when he probably shouldn't.
Chapters: 15/15
Mostly adrienette with one sided reveal by Marinette's side, miraculous side effects (by both sides wich is really cool!), it's fluff with a lil tiny angst for drama.
This would take some getting used to by Codango (@codango here on tumblr!)
Adrien peeked out from behind the chimney even as the magic of his own Chat Noir mask fell away.
She was still visible, her dark hair bobbing under the street lamps a couple blocks away.
“Marinette.”
Adrien blew out a confused breath. His fiery Ladybug… was the quiet little mouse who sat behind him in class?
“What. The.”
This… would take some getting used to.
Chapters: 8/8
Adrienette with one sided reveal by Adrien's part, awkward flirting, just fluff, nothing to worry about.
comfort food also by Reiaji!
In Marinette's house, cooking is a language of love, and Marinette loves Adrien more than most.
Chapters: 1/1
Adrienette with a little of ladynoir, super super fluff, a lot of insight into Marinette's chinese heritage.
The right side of his face by walkingonthestars (@hamsternamedmarinette here on tumblr!)
Marinette and Adrien are able to remain in their new seats in the back of the room at the end of Chameleon.
Chapters: 1/1
Adrienette, fluff with light angst.
it's a long way forward so trust in me by aloneintherain (@captainkirkk here on tumblr!)
“You’re not the only strong one around here, Chat,” Marinette said. She looked a little winded, but she wasn’t struggling to hold him up.
This close up, he could see the freckles on the bridge of her nose. He could see how that smug smile lit up her eyes. He could feel the strain of her arms—and wow, okay, he really wasn’t the only person around here with muscles.
Six times Marinette carried Adrien (plus one time he carried her).
Chapters: 1/1
All the sides of the lovesquare! Fluff with LOTS of mutual pining.
a fight that you were born to lose also by aloneintherain
When the prosecution starts throwing around the word victim in reference to Adrien, he has to stuff his hands under his thighs to keep himself from bolting out of the courtroom.
Adrien had felt unsafe during those last few weeks, but, until he had woken up and seen Father silhouetted in his bedroom doorway, that had only been paranoia. Father was controlling and cold, but he wasn’t hateful. Adrien was isolated. He was often hungry. And some weeks ago, when he had snuck out to visit Nino, sitting thigh-to-thigh on his bed while Adrien cried in that silent, crumbling way of his, he hadn’t argued when Nino put a hand on his shoulder and said, tentatively, That’s abuse.
But Adrien remembers being small and Father touching his hair after he’d aced another test; Father holding his scribbled drawings like they were something precious, and framing them around his office; Father, dressed as Hawkmoth, his eyes wild behind the mask, lashing his sword against Adrien’s baton; Father, collapsed against Mum, crying into her ashy hair.
Adrien finds out Gabriel is Hawkmoth, and Gabriel gets to bring his long-waited plan into action.
Chapters: 1/1
This one doesn't really focus in the ship that much as is an Adrien character study and an exploration of his relationship with his father, but they're still there so I put them here. Really heavy angst (this is one of this fics that haunt me in the middle of the night) with a happy ending. ❗TW: parental abuse, eating disorders❗
Supercut by LNC
Marinette loves her friends and Adrien can't deal.
Chapters: 1/1
Post-reveal lovesquare, again light angst, an exploration of Adrien's insecurities, Marinette Dupain-Cheng deserves the world, happy ending.
Madame Snare by jettiebettie
“Sounds like a lot of work for nothing. She should take this as a sign to have a relaxing weekend with no responsibilities.”
“It's a lot of work she put her whole heart into. It wouldn't be right for it to go to waste,” Adrien whispers to him. The look on Marinette's face is enough to cause Adrien's own heart to ache. If anyone deserves the satisfaction and pride from a job well done, it's her.
“Too bad there isn't anyone else who can walk in those death traps,” Plagg says. Adrien hums in thought, tapping his chin.
“I could.”
Chapters: 1/1
Marichat, episode-based, Chat Noir in a dress!!!, light angst but it's mostly just idiots being idiots and a lot of fun.
in the same sun by peachcitt (@peachcitt here on tumblr!)
"It’s hard to believe that I saw you last at the peak of summer, when the sun was close and warm - and so were you. It should go without saying that I miss you. I miss you something terrible."
//
"It’s been seven months to the day since I’ve seen you. I wish you were here more than anything else."
Two letters, signed with initials instead of names, found in Paris, France.
Chapters: 1/1
Ladynoir, just angst, that's it, written like letters. No ending, just pain.
an uncurtain discovery by Missnoodles (@ladyofthenoodle here on tumblr!)
When he returns from school on Wednesday afternoon, Adrien discovers the darkness in his own home. He struggles to come to terms with it. To his utter mortification and delight, Ladybug is nearby to rescue him.
(He does not discover that his father is supervillain. That will happen on a different Wednesday.)
Chapters: 1/1
Ladrien, it says it's crack, and don't get me wrong, is super funny, but I also found it sad as fuck?
An Open Secret by Kasienda
Adrien whirled around toward Marinette. She smiled at him.
He couldn’t smile back. He stared at her like the dumb blond model that he was often accused of being.
Something shifted in her expression. And her warm open Marinette smile transformed into Ladybug’s grin. He was looking at Ladybug right now.
He knew Ladybug’s name!
Her name was Marinette Dupain-Cheng.
And he couldn’t say anything! Not to Marinette! Not even to Plagg, who had confided two weeks prior that Master Fu was growing increasingly paranoid since the location of his home and hideout had been compromised. Their master had apparently decided that Chat Noir and Ladybug would have to give up their miraculouses if they ever discovered each other’s identities.
It wasn’t fair!
...
A fic where they both know, but can't openly talk about it.
Chapters: 4/4
Post-reveal... but is it? Mostly adrienette and ladynoir, fluff with light angst and them being absolute idiots at hiding their secret identity.
golden (like daylight) by okayanna (@anna-scribbles here on tumblr!)
Friendship, Adrien decided, shaking off the mental image of Marinette’s hurricane eyes and hesitant mouth, parted in a small, careful “o.” He had a very strong friendship with Marinette. That was all.
or
Adrien thinks a lot about words, love, and Marinette Dupain-Cheng.
Chapters: 1 + epilogue
Adrienette but has lots of ladynoir, another Adrien character study because I hate myself, it tries to not be angst but the writing will punch you in the guts and make you cry, it's so good.
Strangers in the Bright Lights by poodles (@ladybeug here on tumblr!)
Adrien is about two drinks in when he sees a girl at the end of the bar wearing black cat ears. It's kind of weird, so he watches her, and although it's crowded he can see her face when she turns around. She’s wearing a Chat Noir mask. He takes a quick look around- nobody else is wearing a mask. Just her.
Adrien finishes his gin martini and heads over to her. He could use some company tonight anyways, he hasn’t told anyone he’s back in Paris and Nathalie won’t arrive in town for another month. And it’s been a rough day, okay? A rough move! He’s not sure he wants to be back yet, and he spent most of the day in the Agreste mansion sorting through some photographs of his father he found in the study. Maybe he wants a drink and some stranger to tell him he’s pretty! That’s not a crime, is it?
Chapters: 1/1
Adrienette but it's also ladrien??? I think??? It's super super angsty but they're both drunk the entirety of the fic so it's also really funny.
Pick-Up and Chase by also SKayLanphear
After she accidentally trips into Adrien and apologizes about "falling for him," Marinette learns that he's no match for cheesy pick-up lines--whether they were unintended or not. And while she finds it flattering that he turns into a flustered mess with only a few words, Marinette comes to regret making him uncomfortable. That is, until she learns he's Chat Noir. At which point the phrase "just deserts" becomes a permanent fixture in her everyday plans.
A story in which Adrien is flustered, Marinette is smooth as glass at dropping lines, and Chat Noir gets the romance he was always asking for--even if he doesn't quite know how to handle it.
Chapters: 10/10
Adrienette with one sided reveal by Marinette's side, it doesn't say it in the tags but I'm pretty sure the characters are much older than they actually are in the show, so much fluff and so much flirting.
Pairing: Alya Césaire/Nino Lahiffe
Nino Has Done Nothing To Deserve This by GuardianKarenTerrier (@guardiankarenterrier here in tumblr)
It's nothing, really- just an innocent comment, a joke. But when they hear it, Nino and Alya come to a realisation.
There were, in retrospect, dozens upon dozens of hints. Now that they're suddenly aware of all their friend's flimsy excuses and rushed explanations, they're not only sure how they've missed it, they're not sure how anyone else has either. They realise that it had to be magic protecting their friends- and that same magic has ceased to work on the two of them.
Well, this means they'll just have to start watching over their friends themselves.
Chapters: 7/7
This is more a found family fic than anything else, Alya and Nino are the mom friend, has light angst but it's mostly identity shenanigans in the most bizarre way. ❗TW: eating disorders❗
christmas lights by demistories
Nino checks up and down the street, checking to make sure there’s no raging akuma headed his way before he crosses quickly and ducks inside the small café. He closes the door quickly before the icy air can blow inside and tugs his beanie down over his ears. He spots Alya sitting alone in the corner.
Chapters: 1/1
Just fluff!! Really short but really sweet.
hold on, i still want you also by Missnoodles!
Written for the @thedjwifizine ! Wich I also recommend if you wanna binge a lot of djwifi fics while also looking at amazing art!!!
Five times Alya ran into her ex, and the one time he stopped being her ex.
Chapters: 1/1
Light angst with a happy ending! I don't really like the ex-lovers to lovers trope but this one is the only exception.
I will continue to expand the list in the future! But by now I hope I was helpful in the search of new fics!
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Thank you lovely @fromthedeskoftheraven and @songsformonkeys for the tag, your answers are fascinating, i really enjoyed reading them! 💕
1) How many complete fics/one shots do you have that you have not published (yet)? None.
2) How many WIPS do you have right now? ooof *hides head in hands* 27 (not counting my notes app)
3) Do you take writing requests or write original ideas, or both? Both!! I have taken requests, I’ve even managed to finish a few!! Altho i am the slowest writer ever and there are requests sitting in my inbox that are a year old. I would love to be able to thrive on requests or prompts but here’s the thing: I write for myself, I write to cope with my own circumstance and I don’t know how to trick my brain into writing for someone else 😅
4) If you do take requests, how many do you currently have? Currently I have 5 requests in my inbox. (My most sincere apologies to dia and flora 😭)
5) How many fandoms do you write for? The Mandalorian - Triple Frontier - Narcos
6) Are there any fandoms you wrote for in the past that you no longer write for? lotr, the hobbit, marvel, plus others that we won’t discuss ok 😂
7) Do you write for ships, reader inserts or other? Writing reader inserts from second person was new to me when i joined this fandom. I don't use y/n though.
8) Niche fandoms/characters you write for? None, really!
9) Do you read fics as well as write them? Heck yes. More importantly tho, I leave comments on everything i read. Writing is hard and supporting other writers is how I show my appreciation for what they do.
10) What is your favorite genre to write for? Fluff. Romance. Soft smut. Domesticity.
11) What is your favorite trope (to read/write)? Fave trope to write: I can’t write without a healthy dose of feelings/comfort/safety. There’s a reason all my fics feature Established Relationships. Throw in a Gruff competent badass who is only soft for their s/o??? I froth. That’s my ultimate jam …but I’m always hungry to read mutual pining, slow burn, mild hurt/comfort, only one bed, idiots to lovers, fake dating, huddling for warmth. Also I love a good italicized oh moment.
12) What do you do to get motivated to write? I’ve been known to write fics based off a single inspo photo/gif.. so to some extent I’m visually motivated, seeing as I have a sideblog dedicated to visual inspiration. Having said that, once I have an idea in place, nothing motivates me more than making a playlist/moodboard - or finding a perfect poem or line of lyrics. Flailing with others in the chat sometimes helps get the words flowing.
13) Is there a trope/genre you like to read, but not write? So many. Sci-fi, Historical romance, time travel, oooh also poetry, stuff that I find too intimidating to attempt myself.
14) Any characters/fandoms you want to write for that are never requested? I’ve never really thought in those terms before tbh.
15) How long have you been writing fanfiction? since highschool
16) Did you read fan fiction before you started writing? Not at all, actually. Like @songsformonkeys also mentioned, it wasn't until after i had years and years of notebooks filled with fics, that I discovered other people did that too.
17) Do you only post on Tumblr, or any other sites as well? I also use AO3.
18) What do you personally consider the word counts of “Drabble”, “One shots” and “fics”? You can call it whatever you want, I'll still read it.
19) Which do you prefer to write more? HC, drabbles, oneshots/fics, multi chapter stories, other? i've only ever been able to publish one-shots, although i have multi-chap ideas and one day I’d love to be able to tackle a proper fic.
20) Are there any stories you have discontinued? If so, why? I have sequels and/or prequels planned for a few of my one shots, and I hope to finish writing them. But if we’re talking incomplete wips, yeah, several been abandoned because i got stuck midway through and lost motivation.
21) What is one of your main “pet-peeves” as a writer on Tumblr? Sadly, some of the best fics I’ve had the pleasure of reading on here get little to no recognition. Idk if this is a pet peeve and idk if anyone else relates but I will say it is daunting to post your writing on a platform like this. For an introvert like me, it’s a very ‘nose pressed into the glass’ type of thing - like you’re crashing a party where everyone there is already friends, and I don’t know if that feeing ever goes away, at least for me.
22) Do you write at a particular time of day? I write whenever free time and inspiration collide, which is not as often as i'd like.
23) Do you listen to music, ambiance/noise, etc to write or do you need silence? I'm stealing Raven's answer because same: Definitely silence, I need to hear my thoughts.
24) Do you outline your fics at all before writing? if I do outline, it's done in my head. Sometimes a single line of conversation spills out first, and I write the whole thing in bits and pieces around that. If I’m very lucky I can stitch it all together into a complete fic.
25) Do you post your writing as soon as you finish it, or do you schedule it to come out at a specific time/day? Listen. I am a chronic editor, and I always let it sit for a few days and then come back to it with fresh eyes before i post it. But yes, once I'm happy with it, I almost always upload and post on the spot.
I don’t know who would like a tag or who has not done this yet so feel free to ignore🌸: @mourningbirds1 @hiscyarika @thirstworldproblemss @magpie-to-the-morning @floraandfrost @thosewickedlovelies @qveenbvtch @starlight-starwrites @miraclesabound @lareinadehades
#if you just read all of this I’m so sorry 😅#writer tag game#can you still call yourself a writer if you have not written anything since november asking for a friend 🥲
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ty for the ask!! :D
8. Do you prefer writing one-shots or multi chaptered stories?
oh DEFINITELY multi chaptered stories, oneshots are SO difficult for me sdkhfglf everything i write wants to turn into a novel. which i guess makes sense bc i learned to write by writing novels (i was a weird kid lol, and i was homeschooled by two writers, so). but yeah longfic comes much much much much much more easily to me than oneshots do.
13. When did you start writing fanfic?
ooooh. i first published fanfic in 2020, and it was close to being the first fanfic i wrote. i did not have a lot of access to the internet as a kid, so i didn’t really have the opportunity to get deeply involved in fandom or publish fic or anything before i was 18, and from 18-19 i didn’t have a specific fandom that interested me enough to write fic for, and then after i found sanders sides it took a little while to get interested enough to write fic. so that was almost my first fanfic. however, i did write a very cringey awful thing that i thankfully never finished or published when i was maybe 16ish, where i was like “what if star wars was exactly the same but han solo was a cis woman instead.” it. was not good. to say the least sdhfdklhgs i am thankful i did not have an opportunity to publish it dear god.
16. What fanfic tropes do you avoid writing for?
personally not a huge fan of soulmates; if i have a reason to, or think of something interesting to do with the trope, i’ll do it—like, i’ve got one fic (that i still need to finish shdhfkd i swear i have the entire story plotted out i just have to write it) that is a soulmate au, which is because it was for a secret santa and my giftee requested that. but without a specific reason to, i wouldn’t write soulmates. i read it semi-often bc there are a ton of soulmate fics out there in this fandom, but less likely to write it. similarly, would definitely not write hanahaki, and only read it if i know i like the author’s work in general.
i also just don’t love high school aus in most cases. i’ve outgrown them, i think—it mainly just feels weird to me, bc i’m kind of like “those are kids???” but usually the purpose of a high school au is to include ships, and this is probably at least partly my aro & ace self not understanding allo experiences bc i understand it’s realistic for many teens to be figuring out attraction at those ages but,,, idk. it just feels weird and i probably wouldn’t write it. there are a couple of specific cases i might make an exception for (i think moxiety or intruality as high schoolers just figuring out how crushes and relationships work would be very wholesome, although i’m not currently interested in actually writing that), but in most cases i don’t even read high school aus. i much prefer college aus lol.
not really a fan of “there was only one bed” either. i’ll read it on occasion but probably wouldn’t write it, at least not without a specific reason to. (im kind of going through the list of “would not like to write” in my head and going “oh wow like 70% of these are bc im not allo” lol.)
17. What fanfic tropes do you gravitate to writing for?
ohohohohoho yessss excellent question.
definitely college aus are a favorite for me. they’re just so fun—depending on how you set them up, you can have the sides as very young adults who still have a ton of immaturity to work through, which sets up all kinds of fun story conflict very easily, or you can have them a little more matured and starting to figure out adulthood, depending on what the story needs. it’s really fun to figure out majors for each side in a given au too. and just. i like college aus a lot. there’s so much you can do with them.
any sort of found family will definitely do the trick for me. also i love love love love love to write sibling relationships where they just love each other so much, whether their relationship is good or really really messy. also any side being a good parent. domestic fluff in general is just very chef’s kiss for me.
i also often write something along the lines of “they both like each other but both stubbornly refuse to confess” lol. it’s very entertaining to me
[ask me about writing fanfic!]
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Welcome to the End
Summary: Y/N Winchester was a hunter like her brothers, following in their fathers footsteps. Saving people, hunting things, the family business.
During a case in Georgia, you meet the Dixon brothers and after saving Daryl’s life against a Chupacabra, the two of you become close. But, when the zombie apocalypse starts, life as you know it changes forever.
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Winchester!Reader
Word Count: 3.7k
Warnings: Language, descriptions of blood, injury and violence.
Chapter 17-
"Well, what do we have here?" Dean questioned, a grin forming on his face as walked out the building, his eyes flashing between the three of you.
"Look's like they're trying to escape." The other man stated, pulling out a knife as another man walked out the door with a handgun raised.
You saw Daryl out the corner of your eye, kneeling down beside Joey's body and you knew he was picking up Rick's gun, but you couldn't let him kill your brother.
"Wait, Dean. You don't have to do this." You quickly said, taking a step towards him, raising your hands slightly in surrender, but your brother just shook his head.
"Yeah, I do." He responded, pulling out a knife that very familiar.
It was your angel blade.
"I'm your sister. Please, you don't have to do this. Just let us walk away, please." You begged, staring desperately at your brother who just stared right back at you, but it wasn't your brother. This wasn't Dean.
"Sorry sweetheart, not gonna happen." He stated as he stared march towards the group of you, the other man right beside him with his knife raised.
Jesus immediately took on the man with the knife, fighting hand to hand, but you kept your attention on your brother.
"Dean-" You stared to say before a gunshot filled the air and the man beside your brother dropped to the ground with a bullet between his eyes.
You didn't even have to turn around to know that Daryl had fired Rick's gun.
Dean seemed a bit taken back by the sudden gunfire, his attention being purely focused on you he didn't even realise Daryl had the gun before he turned his attention towards your boyfriend, his expression hardening.
"Son of a bitch." Your brother growled, pulling out a gun from behind his back and aiming it at Daryl.
"No!" You screamed, rushing towards your brother and knocking the gun from his hand.
You learnt how to fight from a young age, but the problem was, Dean was the one who had taught you to fight, he knew all your moves before you could even make them.
You didn't get the chance to do anything else because in a blink of an eye, Dean had you pinned up against the wall, your angel blade pressed up against your throat.
"Y/N!" Daryl shouted, but you quickly held your hand up, silently telling him to stand down as you stared at your brother.
"Dean, this isn't you. Please." You begged, gently grabbing his forearm.
Dean glanced down at your hand before looking back at you, the angel blade to your throat wavering slightly.
"Finish her! I need help!" The man Jesus was currently fighting shouted and just like that, your brothers eyes hardened and you knew you had lost him.
"I'm sorry." You whispered, your hand tightened around his arm, using your super strength.
Dean hissed in pain, dropping the blade before you slammed your fist into the side of his head, your super strength coming in handy as you watched your brother fall to the ground unconscious.
You took a step back, staring down at your brother passed out on the ground before you picked up his gun and your angel blade before you turned back to Daryl and Jesus who had dealt with the last guy.
"Let's get out of here. Everyone would have heard those shots." You said.
Daryl looked like he wanted to say something as he glanced down at your brother, but decided against it and nodded before the three of you rushed over to the motorcycles.
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By the time you got back to Hilltop it was dark.
Maggie and Glenn had rushed to greet the three of you and you were relieved to see her and find out that she and the baby were okay. She told you it was something about the placenta or something, but after hearing that she and the baby were okay, you sorta blanked out the rest unable to stop thinking about how Dean would have killed you.
Your brothers were alive, but they were still gone and now your dad was back, but it wasn't your dad... you couldn't handle this anymore.
"Anyway, that's enough about us. How'd you three get out anyway?" Maggie questioned once she finished explaining about the baby and you just shrugged your shoulders.
"We nearly didn't. My brother nearly killed us..." You said while staring at the ground.
"What? Your brothers are with Negan?" Glenn questioned and you simply nodded.
"Negan... he's our father. But, it's not him. My dad's name is John Winchester, he died a long time ago and I think God bought him back, but turned him into Negan and I... I don't know how my brothers ended up with him, but they are." You explained, lifting your head to find both Glenn and Maggie staring at you with their jaws dropped.
"Holy shit." Jesus whispered from beside you and you just shrugged your shoulders not really sure what else to say.
"That's a lot to process." Maggie responded, glancing between you and Daryl who you had noticed still hadn't said a word to Maggie or Glenn yet which seemed a little odd. "You two are probably hungry and you need clean clothes. C'mon." She added a moment later and with that the two of you followed her to what you assumed was Jesus' trailer.
"I got some clothes that will fit Daryl, but the shirt might be a bit tight. Sorry." Jesus apologised as you all walked into the trailer.
"S'fine." Daryl responded watching as Jesus grabbed a pair of jeans and button down shirt while Maggie grabbed you a pair of light denim jeans and a blue flannel shirt.
"We'll give you guys some privacy. There's a spare mattress that's under the bed, you can pull that out and use it. The bed and couches are already taken by us and Enid." Maggie explained and you gave her a small smile before her and Jesus walked out the trailer.
You remained where you were standing, holding the clothes in your hand as you stared at the wall opposite you.
You had knocked your brother out. He had nearly killed you and would have killed Daryl and Jesus.
Sam. Dean. Your father... they were all with the Saviours. Your family had all turned bad.
"Angel." Daryl's voice suddenly said, snapping you out of your thoughts as you lifted your head to find him now standing in front of you. "Ya did what ya had to do." He whispered, as if he could read your mind.
"What are we going to do? Kill my family? I-I can't do that." You responded, shaking your head as you felt tears starting to rise in your eyes again.
"Nah, don't think 'bout that. Rick'll come up with somethin'."
"Yeah, he will and it will be killing them. It's the only way to stop them, even I know that." You said, looking back down at the ground as tears fell down your cheeks.
Daryl gently grabbed your shoulders and pulled you into his chest, letting you cry into him.
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Eventually, you and Daryl got changed out of the dirty old clothes from Dwight and had a shower before putting the clean clothes on and getting something to eat.
You didn't even realise how hungry you actually were until Jesus gave the two of you a plate full of food and it was gone within minutes.
You and Daryl spent most the day in the trailer and by the time it turned dark outside the others all started to pile inside as well and before you knew it everyone was asleep inside.
Maggie and Glenn were sharing Jesus' bed, while Jesus slept on the single chair and Enid shared the three seater couch.
You and Daryl had gotten the spare mattress out, laying it on the ground beside the bed and eventually fell asleep to the sound of the others soft snores.
You woke to the sound of Jesus getting up and a few minutes later everyone else started to slowly wake up.
Everyone seemed to sense that you and Daryl weren't up for much talking and although it was clear they had a lot of questions about what happened during your time at the Sanctuary they didn't ask which you were grateful for.
While the others left to go help out around the community, you and Daryl remained sitting at the table in the trailer.
Daryl sharpened his knives while you sat there just watching him, trying to stop yourself from thinking about your brothers, but that was next to impossible. You couldn't stop thinking about it.
"Guys- Oh, umm sorry. Rick and the others are here." Jesus said as he opened the door.
You glanced over at Daryl who seemed to be relived to hear the news before the two of you followed Jesus out his trailer and began heading towards the front gates.
You walked around the rest of the trailers spotting Rick, Carl, Michonne, Tara, Rosita and Sasha all walking through the gates, greeting Maggie, Glenn and Enid with warm hugs before Rick spotted you and Daryl by the trailers as he stared at you guys like he was seeing a ghost.
"Go." You whispered and Daryl didn't say anything as he took a few steps towards Rick before they both pulled each other into a tight hug.
You smiled softly watching the two of them as Daryl pulled away and handed Rick his Colt Python.
Rick took the gun, staring at it in disbelief before he tucked it into his jeans and turned to face you.
"Thank God, you guys are alright." He sighed, pulling you into a hug as you hugged him back. "Your brothers-"
"They're with the Saviours... But, Negan is... it's hard to explain, but Negan isn't really Negan. He's John Winchester and he's my father, but God has done something to him and he thinks he's a different person, he thinks he's Negan. My father would never do any of this" You quickly explained in one breath and the whole group started at you like you had just spoken in a different language.
"We have to fight the Saviours and Negan- your father- we have to fight them." Rick began to say carefully.
"What's going to happen to my brothers and dad?" You asked, your voice a mere whisper because deep down you knew what the answer was going to be.
"If it comes to it... we'll have to kill them. You know that, Y/N. I don't want to, you Winchesters are family, but I gotta look out for my family too."
You looked down at the ground hating that he was right.
Your brothers had turned bad, your father had been bought back a different person. You didn't want to fight them, but you knew if you didn't then more people were going to get hurt and die. Rick and the others couldn't let that happen.
"Look, Y/N... I know how much your father means to you, but he's dead. Whoever this Negan guy is, he isn't John. This is just God trying to screw with you one last time, but you said ages ago, all the Supernatural is dead, it's just walkers and survivors. I don't know how your brothers ended up with them, but they are. Now, Negan, your brothers and the rest of the Saviours are a threat and we need people to fight against them. We need to talk to Gregory." Rick announced and you sighed but nodded as Daryl grabbed your shoulder gently.
Nobody said anything after that as the group of you all walked into Barrington house, following Jesus up stairs and into Gregory office, but the second Rick suggested the two communities to team up against the Saviours Gregory lost it.
"No! No way in hell. That was not the deal. You people swore you could take the Saviours out, and you failed. So, any arrangement we had is now done. Null and void. We aren't trade partners, we aren't friends and we never met. We don't know each other. I owe you nothing. In fact, you owe me for taking in the refugees, at a great personal risk." Gregory rambled as you leant against the back wall between Daryl and Tara as you stared at the man sitting behind his desk.
"Oh, you were very brave staying in here while Maggie, Glenn and Sasha saved this place. Your courage was inspiring." Jesus responded and you couldn't stop the small grin appearing on your face listening to the snare behind the mans tone, at least Jesus was on your side.
"Hey, don't you work for me? Aren't we friends?" Gregory questioned, looking over at Jesus.
"Gregory, we already started this." Rick spoke up, taking a step towards him.
"You started it."
"We did. And we're gonna win. These are killers. Is this how you want to live? Under their thumb, killing your people?" Rick asked, but Gregory just shook his head.
"Sometimes we don't get to choose what our life looks like. Sometimes, Ricky, you have to count the blessing you have." The older man responded.
"How many people can we spare? How many people here can fight?" Maggie suddenly questioned.
Surely there were people here that could fight and were willing to join you guys to fight the Saviours. You already had Jesus, surely there were more. But, at the same time you didn't want to find people to help fight because that meant fighting your family and you weren't sure you could do that.
"We?" Gregory scoffed, shaking his head again. "I don't even know how many people we have, Margaret. And does it even matter? I mean... what are you gonna do? Start a platoon of sorghum farmers? Because that's what we got. They grow things. They're not gonna want to fight."
"You're wrong. When people have the chance to do the right thing, they usually step up. I mean the people jus-" Tara started to say before Gregory cut her off.
"Let me stop you before you break into song, okay? And, by the way, who would train all this cannon fodder?"
"I will."
"Give me a week." Sasha and Rosita both answered at the same time.
"Rhetorical, okay? I don't want to know. I never want to hear another word about any of it, ever." Gregory stated and you just shook your head as you took a step forward, about to snap at the other man before Rick bet you to it.
"Would we be better off without the Saviours, yes or no?"
"Yeah, Sure. Okay." Gregory replied reluctantly.
"Then what are you going to do to fix the problem?" You questioned, folding your arms across your chest as you stared at him and he glanced over at you for the first time during this whole conversation.
"I didn't say we had a problem. You did. And what happens outside of my purview is outside my purview."
"What the hell, man? You're either with us or ya ain't! You're sittin' there talkin' out of both sides of ya mouth." Daryl snapped from beside you.
"I- I think I've made my position very clear. And I want to thank all of you for not being here today and not having this meeting with me or being seen on your way out. In other words, go out the back." Gregory responded, standing up from the desk as he motioned towards the door.
Nobody bothered to say anything else as you walked out the room.
You heard Rosita and Sasha mutter some kind of snarky comment towards Gregory, but you weren't really listening to them. You were too focused on trying to figure out how the hell you were going to fight the Saviours without killing your brothers and father. Was that even going to be possible?
Negan is a threat. He is dangerous and has already killed so many people. He had to be dealt with and you knew that meant killing him along with your brothers... but how could you live with that?
"We don't need him anyway." Daryl's voice suddenly said, snapping you out of your thoughts as you walked down the stairs towards the front door.
"Yeah, that's right. Because we have Maggie, Glenn, Sasha and Jesus here." Rick responded as the front door opened and Enid walked through with an expression that you couldn't quite read.
"What's wrong?" Sasha questioned, but the young girl quickly shook her head.
"Nothing. Just... come outside." She replied, glancing at all of you before she walked back outside and the group of you followed her outside to find a small group of Hilltops people standing by the stairs.
"What's going on?" Glenn asked, stepping forwards until he was beside Maggie as you stared at the group of ten all looking at you.
"Hey. So, if you don't remember, I'm Bertie. And I owe my life to you all, twice over. A bunch of us do. Enid says that you want Gregory to get us to fight the Saviours with you. Is that true?" The woman- Bertie -said, catching you by surprise as you stared at them.
"Yes." Maggie and Glenn both answered.
"Do you think we can win, that we really could beat them? Us?" She asked, her eyes glancing at all of you before settling back on Maggie and Glenn causing you to smile softly. Those two will defiantly be running this community in no time.
"I do." Maggie responded.
"Well, Enid says you could show us the way. I'm ready." She announced before the others all nodded in agreement.
Well, that was a good start.
Gregory may be a giant dick, but some of his people were willing to fight the Saviours and you were pretty certain that Glenn and Maggie could convince others to join as well.
The group of you said goodbye to Maggie and Glenn for the time being, you needed to get back to Alexandria in case the Saviours showed up looking for you and Daryl.
You all started walking towards the front gate, Michonne and Rosita talking about how you needed more people if you wanted to stand a chance against defeating the Saviours and you knew they were right. Negan had the numbers and he had your guns. You needed more people.
"Well, we find the right stuff, then maybe we don't need the numbers. Blow 'em up, burn 'em to the ground." Daryl suddenly suggested causing your head to quickly snap around in his direction.
"You said there weren't just soldiers with the Saviours, that there were workers there. People didn't have a choice." Tara added and you nodded.
"My brothers are in there too. We aren't blowing it up." You stated causing Daryl to look over at you.
"We get ya brothers out first, then we do it." He explained before Rick spoke up.
"We need more hands first, another group. Negan has outposts. The geography, the distance works against us. We gotta get back. If they come looking for Daryl and Y/N, we need to be there." He announced and you nodded in agreement.
"You don't have to get back. Not yet." Jesus suddenly said as he pulled out a walkie talkie from his belt. "It's one of theirs, long range. We can listen in, keep track of them."
"So, if we're not going back, what are we doing then?" Michonne asked.
"I think it's time we introduced you to Ezekiel. King Ezekiel." Jesus explained causing your head to snap around in his direction because since when was there King?
"King?" Rick questioned, clearly thinking the same as you.
A small smile spread across Jesus' face and you knew he was enjoying your confusion before he started to explain it further and told you about the Kings community that was also being manipulated by the Saviours.
It didn't take long before Jesus got one of their vehicles ready and the group of you all piled in as Rick drove, Jesus giving him instructions on how to get there while talking more about the other community.
Apparently it was an old school that had been fenced off and turned into a large community that was run by a King. It sounded completely crazy, but crazy might be just what you needed.
Jesus met with a group of men in armoured uniform on horse back on the outer edge of the community. They seemed a little cautious about the group of you, but in the end Jesus managed to convince them to allow you into the community and meet with the King who you were very interested in meeting.
The inside of the community was like a mixture of Alexandria and Hilltop.
There were luscious crops and gardens scattered between all the old school buildings that made up most of the community. There were people everywhere, some gardening, some washing clothes, some practicing archery, there were so many people.
"They have the numbers." Michonne commented as you all took in the new community.
"But can they fight?" Rosita asked, but you already knew the answer to that. They were defiantly fighters.
"Oh, they can fight." Jesus responded, before Tara said something that caught you completely off guard.
"Morgan?" She questioned causing your head to quickly snap around to find the man walking towards the group of you with a large smile.
You heard that he had gone after Carol who had apparently left while you were at the bunker, but nobody had seen either of them since.
"Hey." The man responded, seeming lost for words as he pulled Tara into a tight hug before greeting the others.
"The King is ready to see you." Richard -one of the Kings soldiers- announced, motioning towards the large building behind him before he turned around and walked inside and the rest of you followed.
But, you noticed Rick and Daryl stayed outside with Morgan and you figured they were going to ask about Carol.
So, you followed the others into the building which seemed to be an old theatre. Time to meet the King.
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Fanfiction 21 Q&A Tag Game.
Answer the 21 questions then tag anyone who’s fics you’d like to know more about.
1. What fandoms have you written for?
Apart from 1 fic all of mine are Thunderbirds.
2. How many works do you have on AO3 &/or FFNet?
I’ve 21 on A03 & 22 on FFNet. The extra fic that’s not currently on A03 is a short I wrote many years ago set in the OZ universe. Plus - 47+ mini fics in my Pic & Mix collection.
3. What are your top 3 fics by kudos on A03 &/or Favs on FFNet?
A03 Kudos:
93 - Virgil Drabbles.
79 - Pick & Mix.
70 - Gone.
FFNet Favs:
50 - Gone.
22 - Virgil Drabbles.
21 - Pick & Mix.
4. Which 3 fics have the least kudos & Favs?
A03:
6 Kudos - Birthday Wish.
7 Kudos- Moving on. Episode TAG Flame Out.
8 Kudos- Scayo. Episode TAG HyperSpeed / Bring on the Fluff
FFNet: only including TAG fics.
1 Fav - Bring on the Fluff.
2 Fav- The Games.
3 Fav - The retribution of Scott Tracy.
5. Which Fic has the most comments and which has the least?
A03 Comment Threads:
Gone, 72.
Scayo Episode TAG for Hyperspeed, 0 comments.
FFNet: Only inc TAG.
Gone, 347.
Scayo Episode TAG for Hyperspeed, 2.
6. Which complete fic do you wish had gotten more attention?
Moving on, episode TAG Flame Out. A fic explanation for Grandma Tracy’s 8 episode absence until her hysterical return in Flame Out.
7. Have you written any crossovers?
I’ve started 1 (only put 1 chapter up so far) a cross between Thunderbirds and Hunger Games.
8. What is the craziest fic you’ve written?
The retribution of Scott Tracy. I wrote the short crack fic while high on pain meds, and it shows! 😂
9. What’s the fic you’ve written with the saddest ending?
Definitely White Light: I was actually in a fairly good mood when it popped in to my head, but it was one of those that demanded I write it down. Finished it in one day, and personally (even though I cry whenever I read it) I think it’s one of the better shorts I’ve written.
10. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?
Considering how much angst it contains probably Gone.
11. What is your smuttiest fic?
The night of Anderbad, it’s set after the original series episode of the perils of Penelope and features some Virgil/Penny hotness.
12. Have you ever received hate on a fic?
Yes, all were anonymously sent and are usually deleted and forgotten about. The two that have stuck in my mind were for The Tracy Family - apparently saying that I accepted prompts for future chapters meant I was stealing other peoples ideas and I was a rubbish writer who couldn’t come up with my own content. The other was for Bad Day, and they sent a homophobic rant because I wrote Virgil and Brains in a relationship.
13. What is the nicest comment you’ve received?
I love all my comments. I did receive a private message once on FFNet (which I kept until FFNet decided to delete it) saying that I was their favourite writer and they had read Gone multiple times. ☺️ I can’t remember who it was but the message helped me through so many ‘I’m crap at this’ moments and inspired me to write many more TAG fics.
14. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I’m aware.
15. How many fics do you have marked as incomplete?
I have 8 in total, also around 10 WIPS that I’ve only shared bits of on here. 😅
16. Which of the WIPS will most likely be finished first?
It will most likely be Reflections as I have the final 2 chapters planned out and a some in 1st draft stage.
17. Which WIP are you looking forward to finishing?
Avalanche. I’ve really enjoyed the challenge for this fic and personally think it’s one of my better multi-chapter stories. No idea when it will be complete. I was a little bit stumped with the next few chapters. I do know how it ends though.
18. Is there a WIP that you’re considering abandoning?
All the posted WIPS that I’ve put up should hopefully get completed at some point. I’m currently expecting The Games and Virgil Drabbles to be the last ones to be marked complete. However, there are a couple of fics I’ve only shared early chapters/snippets for on Tumblr which may unfortunately go no further - if I decide to leave them, then I might post as they are in my Pick & Mix collection or on their own.
19. Which complete fic would you consider rewriting?
I won’t rewrite it but I had considered Tracy Family. There are some bits I’ve cringed at when reading again, foreshadowing ideas I had after posting . I also had an idea for a part 2 but it would only work if I rewrote parts of it.
20. Which complete fic is your favourite?
Bad Day. This was a self-indulgent fic which included one of my favourite tropes, (repeating days) contained a heap of Virgil suffering lows and highs and although I’m no longer into the OBannon/John pairing some of my other favourite pairings are included.
21. What’s your total published word count?
According to A03 it’s 246722 😮
Tagging: @burningcowboyhoagietaco @gumnut-logic @janetm74 @psychoseal @womble1 and anyone else who’d like to join in.
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Chase Me | Part 17 - Lock The Door Next Time
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🎮👾 ~ The Boyz Social Media AU ~ 👾🎮
"Twitching" is a British term used to mean "the pursuit of a previously located rare bird." In North America it is more often called chasing...
Pairings: Changmin x Reader, Sunwoo x Reader
Warnings: 17+, language, some smut in later chapters, fuckboy!sunwoo 😉
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Word Count: 3.1k (I am SO sorry... although I'm kind of not bc I lowkey love this chapter)
Warnings: Mature content, may involve maStUrBaTioN, a whole lot of embarrassment and Chanhee having the time of his goddamn life bc its not him in the awkward situation for once 🙃
You sighed, dropping your unreasonably heavy camera bag on the table as you walked into the living room, Chanhee in close pursuit looking equally as tired. You’d spent several long hours at a shoot for a new project you’d been hired to do and had come back to the boys’ apartment to do some editing before you called it quits for the day.
“Should we order food now?” You called out as Chanhee went to his room to unload his gear and fetch his macbook for editing. You knew you needed to work but you hadn’t eaten since the morning and you couldn’t stop the thoughts of takeout food swirling around in your head. “Mm, the Chinese?” Chanhee replied sitting down across the table. “Can you go and ask Changmin if he wants anything while I set this up? He’s probably in his room.”
You nodded happily, perking up at the prospect of food and left Chanhee to upload the photos from the day whilst you went off in search of Changmin. He wasn’t in their gaming room as you walked by so you continued down the corridor towards his room. As you neared his door you could hear a murmur, and coming to a stop outside the room you recognised your name being called by Changmin, only it was ever so quiet, barely audible through the wood of the door, so you figured maybe it was just him registering your presence. Assuming he’d realised you were there, you swung the door open not quite expecting the scene that was presented before you. Changmin was sat on his bed, propped up against the pillows with his lips parted, hair hanging low in front of his eyes, and scanning further down you saw that his sweatpants were bunched low on his hips as his hand gripped what appeared to be a very hard erection. You let out a shriek as you realised what you had stumbled upon, immediately slamming the door back shut and racing down the corridor before Changmin even had chance to react.
“Oh my god, oh my god.” You repeated it like a mantra, your heart pounding from the shock as you slid back into the living room and into your chair opposite New. “What the hell’s wrong with you?” Chanhee asked in bewilderment looking at you as though you’d just committed the 7 deadly sins. “I should have knocked!” you squeaked burying your face in your palms in total, unfathomed embarrassment. You took a deep breath trying to calm yourself, but the image of Changmin’s hand wrapped snugly around his length, pleasuring himself as he uttered your name was well and truly burned into your brain.
“What? Why?” Chanhee asked, a puzzled expression forming from his features. “He- oh my word- he was- touchi- Ugh I can’t say it!” you whined.
“He wasn’t…? Oh my god...” Eventually realising what had happened, a hysterical fit of laughter erupted from your best friends throat as you hid behind your hands, your cheeks most definitely flushed with the brightest pink. “Oh my god that idiot” Chanhee cackled, tears starting to form in the corners of his eyes from the sheer force of his laughter. You sank down in your chair a pained smile on your face as you couldn’t help but be affected by Chanhee’s reaction. “Chanhee what am I gonna do? I’ll never be able to look him in the eye again!” You wailed, the howling starting to dye down as Chanhee regained his composure. “Not my problem” Chanhee teased. “I’ll make it your problem” you replied stroppily, whacking him lightly on the arm in annoyance. “Ow!” Chanhee clutched his arm in feigned pain before proceeding to laugh at you once again. “It’s not funny Chanhee! This is so awkward!”
You had by now gotten over the initial shock of seeing one of your longest friends exposed like that, and now you were wondering how the hell you were gonna get over the awkwardness of the situation. But most of all, you were wondering why the hell he’d been moaning your name of all names and what that meant. Not that you were going to mention that to New. That would open a whole new can of worms and lead this conversation down a whole new road that you didn’t particularly want to explore, as well as give Chanhee even more ammunition for further teasing.
“That’s exactly why it IS funny.” Chanhee chided, whipping his phone out, presumably either to tease Changmin or get the Chinese menu up, or both. “Guess he won’t be joining us for the Chinese then?” You rolled your eyes at Chanhee’s teasing (though also legitimate) question. “Well it’s not like I stuck around to ask.” You crossed your arms as you gave Chanhee a warning glare. “Fine, I’ll ask him then.” He said, and your phone lit up on the table a moment later – of course he’d mentioned it in your group chat.
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Changmin had heard Chanhee’s cackling from his room at the other end of the apartment and had been mentally cursing for the duration, his face perhaps an even brighter shade of scarlet than yours. Of all of the awkward things to happen, the girl he liked and one of his best friends walking in while he was halfway to climax thinking about her had to be the most unfortunate. Firstly there was the problem of how he’d ever look you in the eye again, but secondly was the problem that remained below his waistline. You walking in hadn’t helped that of course. If it had been Chanhee or Kevin walking in, his stiffness would have gone in a split second, but despite the embarrassment of what had just happened, his length remained taut against his boxers which he’d quickly pulled back up in shock after your momentary appearance. He was no longer in the mood to continue, too worried about what you might be thinking, so he decided his only option was to go for a cold shower in the hope that that might fix it.
Before he had the chance to hop in however, his phone buzzed, showing a text from New. He groaned as he read the older boys words, knowing that he’d never live this down whining again when he realised the texts were sent not just to him but to your group chat. Thankfully Changmin had already eaten, although he wouldn’t mind a bit of Chinese, but given the current awkwardness he decided to pass up on the offer for food. He would probably be able to face you later but if he ordered food he’d have to sit with you to eat it, and the embarrassment was stilll far too fresh for that to be a comfortable affair, so he quickly typed out his reply and hopped in the shower to deal with the problem beneath his pants.
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An hour or so later you and Chanhee had just about finished your editing for the day and were tucking into your food, but you still hadn’t heard a peep out of Changmin. You sighed, finishing your bowl of jajangmyeon, feeling a little guilty that Changmin wasn’t sharing in the joys of your takeout food, all because you’d been dumb enough not to knock. “Hm maybe I should take him something” you sighed looking across all the cartons of food you’d ordered. Maybe he had actually eaten already, but there was so much, and you were sure he’d like some. “You’re not going to eat all that are you?” You asked Chanhee, nodding to the half full box of kkanpunggi in the middle. Chanhee just shrugged. “You sure you want to go back in there?” He sniggered as he asked the question, deliberately trying to provoke you. “No I am not, but I’m not going to avoid him forever just because I’ve seen his dick” you declared defiantly, making Chanhee almost spit out his boba as he doubled over in laughter. However awkward you were feeling, you’d have to face each other eventually. Normally you wouldn’t be so thrown off by something like this, for instance, you’d once accidentally walked in on Kevin going at it with someone one time when you’d stayed over at Sunwoo’s, but you’d just greeted it with an ew and laughed about it later. The only thing that had you feeling so utterly flustered was the sound of him uttering your name whilst he was clearly having some ‘time to himself’, but since you figured he wouldn’t necessarily be aware you’d heard that, you decided you’d be able to brush it off for now and pretend like everything was just peachy.
“Well just remember to knock this time” Chanhee quipped as you stood up, taking the box of spicy garlic fried chicken with you, picking up some of the spare chopsticks the restaurant had sent too. You grinned sarcastically at Chanhee, your eyes silently telling him he was an asshole, before disappearing off down the hall to Changmin’s room, praying that he’d be fully tucked into his pants this time. “Changmin? Can I come in?” you called as you knocked tentatively on his door. You heard some shuffling and low muttering before he answered with an uncertain “sure”.
Swinging the door open for the second time this evening you were relieved to see Changmin perched on his bed, fully clothed with an xbox controller in his lap and his headset to the side of him. You saw the overwatch character select screen flickering brightly on his tv screen too so you could only assume he was playing online with someone. “Oh you’re playing? Who’s on?” you asked quietly as you walked a couple of steps into the room, the carton of kkanpunggi still in hand. “Uh, just Eric.” Changmin replied, his eyes darting around the room as he struggled to make eye contact with you, for understandable reasons. “Hi Eric!” You sang loudly so he could hear you through the microphone. Though it was quiet, only coming from Changmin’s headset you heard a faint chuckle and Eric’s voice returning the greeting. “I brought you some kkanpunggi, I thought you might like some, it’s really good” you said, turning your attention back to the boy actually in the room.
Changmin’s expression softened watching as you stood there, proudly holding up the box of chicken and chopsticks. Even after what happened you were still thoughtful enough to bring him nice food so he wouldn’t miss out. What he wouldn’t give to be able to just pull you onto his lap and feed one other the delicious food, cleaning up any stray sauce with kisses. In his dreams he thought.
“Awh how come he gets chicken?” Eric whined through the headphones pulling Changmin out of his daydream. “KEVIN-HYUNG CAN WE GET CHICKEN?!” The sudden loudness of the younger boy through the headphones made you giggle, and you shared an amused look with Changmin. As bizarre as it was though, you were rather grateful for Eric’s random inputs which actually seemed to have the effect of relieving some of the tension in the room.
“Yah be quiet! I’m not even wearing my headphones and that hurt my ears!” Changmin called towards his headset shutting the younger boy up with an insincere sorry. “Oh it smells good, thank you y/n!” Changmin smiled sweetly at you as you placed the box down on the side table next to his bed. “That’s okay!” You replied, moving a few steps away again before looking nervously towards Changmin’s headset. You wanted to apologise for your earlier intrusion to get it out of the way, but you definitely didn’t want Eric to be witness to that, so you lowered your voice to a whisper. “Oh um, so I’ll be leaving in a bit, I just wanted to say sorry for earlier, I um- I should probably have knocked before I came in.”
Changmin could feel the heat rising in his cheeks being reminded of the earlier incident and although his hair mostly covered it, the tips of his ears were now definitely a blazing pink. “Oh-“ He was frankly a little stuck for words. He’d been sat in his room for the better part of an hour rehearsing what he might say to you in his head, but now you’d come in here to apologise, with chicken no less, he didn’t really have an answer for you. “Uh- it’s okay,” he mumbled. “Sorry you had to see that.”
Before it could get too awkward however, you snickered as you heard Eric and Kevin clearly having an argument about chicken faintly through the headphones still laying next to Changmin and you thanked your lucky stars that they evidently weren’t listening to you and Changmin’s awkward exchange. “Well I promise I’ll knock next time.” Changmin chuckled, running a hand sheepishly through his hair as you moved back toward the door. “I’ll let you get back to the game if those two ever stop arguing, I’ll see you later yeah?”
Changmin nodded and said goodbye as you slipped out to return to the dining table where New sat, a mischievous glint in his eye as he grinned at you. “On a scale of 1 to Eric talking to girls, just how awkward was he?” He asked, clearly trying to stifle his laughter. “Shut up New” you scoffed as you began picking up the empty food cartons to throw in the trash. This little shit was gonna milk this out for as long as possible and you weren’t here for it. “Well at least you didn’t scream and run out this time” he bantered, only to be met with a look of pure contempt from you as he passed you one of the empty food containers. “I am this close to pouring this black bean sauce all over that new balenciaga t-shirt Chanhee” you threatened holding out a carton that had the remains of some sauce wobbling about in the bottom. Chanhee jumped back covering his shirt with his hands, knowing that it wasn’t an empty threat from another time he’d pissed you off and you threw half a cup of peach tea all over him. It was a waste of the tea, but he’d had it coming. “That’s what I thought.” You proclaimed before disappearing into the kitchen to dispose of the containers.
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On your way home your head was filled with all kinds of thoughts about what you’d unintentionally just witnessed. All you really wanted to do was relax after a long day of work and carrying heavy equipment around, but all you could think about was your name on Changmin’s lips and what the hell it meant. Was it just an accident? Or if it wasn’t, did that confirm everything that Kevin had been telling you? Did Changmin really like you? There had been an undeniable vibe between you for the past few weeks, what with the increasing amount of time you spent together and the intimate moment on the roof last night, but until this weekend, you hadn’t thought about it much, your mind largely preoccuppied with your anger towards Sunwoo.
Your mind flipped through your memories with Changmin as you sat on the tube, trying to make sense of everything, and as you did so, it dawned on you. Kevin was right. Changmin liked you. Perhaps that was even what he had tried to tell you the previous night before Jeju had abruptly cut him off. You recalled all the times Changmin had sat with you and listened to you rant about Sunwoo, the way he’d been so angry the day after that one fateful party, and how he’d always been there waiting for you with a hug when you were down. It was a wonder you’d never realised it before. Perhaps Changmin’s warm presence in your life had just become so natural you never thought anything of it, but it was becoming increasingly clear that this wasn’t just two friends looking out for eachother. No, it was more than that.
You felt a heat in your chest as you processed this revelation, trying to make sense of your own feelings. You adored Changmin, but then who didn’t? The way his dimples made him look like the sweetest angel whenever he smiled, the way his eyes lit up whenever he discovered something really interesting, the way he couldn’t stop himself from giggling even at the most inappropriate moments. It was impossible not to like him. But then not everybody knew him like you. They didn’t have your relationship. Changmin had always been there for you, even though it was Chanhee you called your best friend and Sunwoo he called his. He always seemed to know exactly what you needed – when to give you space, when to give you hugs or when to make you laugh so hard you cried. Upon reflection, there was no one who came close to making you feel as happy and comfortable as Changmin did. You couldn’t think of a single occasion he hadn’t made you smile and you slowly began to realise… Was it possible… that you liked him too?
Then the thoughts of Sunwoo swarmed your mind. Did he know Changmin was into you? No of course not. They weren’t on the best of terms right now but you imagined it would be a hell of a lot worse if he did know his best friend was infatuated with his ex-girlfriend. If anything were to happen between you and Changmin, Sunwoo would be outraged for certain. But maybe that was what he deserved. He’d lost the right to an opinion on your life when he tried to get back with you by sleeping with you when you were drunk. Although perhaps falling for his best friend was a little far…
You leaned your head back against the glass of the subway train, sighing as your mind replayed the memory of Changmin’s breathless expression as his hand gripped his manhood. You kind of wished it would stop, not wanting the embarrassment of getting so worked up in public, but you just couldn’t tear your thoughts away from it. After your newfound revelation, you were getting dangerously close to imagining what had been happening before you walked in, and what sort of things he might have been thinking of doing – you nearly missed your stop in your dazed state but thankfully the announcement pulled you out of your thoughts and you rushed to the doors just in time to hop off before they closed and the train sped off into the distance, away from you and your insurmountable dilemma.
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Soldiers by Choice - Chapter IV
Author's Note: Hi, all! I'm back with a new chapter. Real-life priorities still continue to demand my attention. Lol. In any case, here's Chapter 4.
Chapters: I | II | III
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CHAPTER 4: Draws and Positions
Summary: Levi and Mikasa perform an exhibition exercise for the new recruits of the Survey Corps. Erwin deliberates on Mikasa's current role.
Year 847
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“I would like to officially welcome you all to the Survey Corps.”
Rows of faces, most of them young, some of them slightly older than the others, look up at their Commander from his place on the raised platform. Behind him, his officers are standing in attention.
The sun has just begun to rise over the flag of the Survey Corps, which sways from its place on top of the main fortress of the regiment's headquarters. The Wings of Freedom fly in the sky overlooking the cemented courtyard where the soldiers have assembled.
“You have all accepted the responsibility of being humanity’s vanguard against the Titans. And for this, I commend you all for dedicating your hearts.” Erwin raises his right fist to his chest, saluting the new recruits. “It takes great courage and resolve to endure your fears for the sake of forging a better path for humanity. We are glad to have you fight alongside us.”
The Commander then brings his fist down to assume a more neutral stance. “At the end of the month, we will be venturing into Titan territory to establish more bases and reclaim more lands.” Erwin’s voice resounds in the open area, with its standard tenor of solemnity. “That being said, today is not only your first day as official members of the Corps. It is also your first official day of training as such. You will undergo routine drills in preparation for the expedition. My officers will oversee and assess your performances.”
“And to better prepare you for what to expect in the Titan Forest, Captain Levi and Lieutenant Mikasa Ackerman will perform an exhibition exercise once you finish your drills.”
At this announcement, awe and astonishment color the features of the new recruits. Several pairs of eyes widen, and excitable murmurs can be heard amongst them.
“You guys are in luck!” Hange cheerfully announces from their place in the officer’s line. “You all get to see Humanity’s Strongest and the Woman Worth a Hundred Soldiers in action!”
Awestruck gazes then find the captain and lieutenant at the far right of the line of officers.
“It’s really them!”
“The Ackerman duo in the flesh!”
“They say they’re the strongest in the entire military!”
Levi resists the urge to roll his eyes. “Tch. Starry-eyed brats.” He mutters, looking at the rows of recruits.
Beside him, Mikasa stands with her arms crossed behind her back, likewise observing the newest members of the Survey Corps. “I thought that after a few years, you’d eventually get used to these reactions.” Although her expression is neutral, there’s a humorous lilt to her voice.
“Annoying brats are always going to be annoying.” He grouses. “I don’t have your level of tolerance.”
She hums in amusement. “In any case, I look forward to settling the score later.” She shifts her gaze to him, a glint in her dark orbs.
His eyes reflect the same gleam. “We’ll see about that.”
Their rivalry began when they had their first sparring match together.
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- 3 years ago -
Levi flew through the air as he watched Mikasa swerve herself around a thick tree branch using her steel cables. She used the impetus of her movements to propel herself towards him to attack. But before she could reach him, the captain re-shot his hooks to maneuver himself upwards and create more distance between them.
The lieutenant gave chase. And the moment she reached the same aerial height level, Levi aimed his cables at a branch behind her to launch himself forward with great speed, taped blades ready to strike.
But they only sliced the air where her head had just been a second ago. Mikasa quickly bent her torso back to dodge. She then flipped her body downwards mid-air and allowed herself to fall backwards for a few seconds before shooting her cables below her. The hooks latched onto a branch beneath her, and she used her momentum to swing over and under it before launching herself at Levi with her own taped swords. He blocked her attack with a swift parry before pivoting away to calculate his next move.
Wanting to see how his then-newly appointed lieutenant would fair against him, Levi had challenged her to a spar. Mikasa had accepted, similarly wanting to test her strength against his. He had suggested that they train “Ackerman” style. Intrigued, she had agreed.
And so, they trained in the way of their clan – by dueling in the air with 3DM gear. The Ackerman clan prides itself in training its members to be prepared for any threat – whether it be Titan or human, under any circumstances. In the course of their duel, they had traversed all over the forested areas of the headquarters’ training grounds.
The spar had lasted over an hour and eventually ended in a stalemate when they were forced to stop due to their gas supplies almost running out.
“It looks like we’re going to have to call this a draw.” He had remarked as they regrouped onto a large branch. Once they landed, they both took a moment to catch their breaths – the match had left them fairly winded.
“You’re a good fighter.” Levi said as he sat down across her on the branch. “But your technique could still be better.”
Mikasa raised her brows, curious about his assessment. “How can I improve?”
“The explosive power of your attacks is impressive.” He commented, remembering the nearly overwhelming force of her strikes against his taped swords. “But you need to move more quickly when avoiding a hit. It’s easier to evade and parry on the ground because you can control your center of gravity. But when using 3DM gear, you have to exert more effort in controlling the execution and speed of your movements.” He continued, recalling how she would barely evade his attacks at the last moment before they could land on her.
“Your reaction time is good, and so are your reflexes. They let you dodge in the air effectively enough. But you can still do better.”
She nodded at his comments, filing them away in her mind for future reference. “I see. Thank you for the feedback.”
“Sure.” He replied. “You got any comments on my technique?”
Mikasa’s eyes widened subtly at the question – mildly surprised that her captain would ask her to critique his technique. She took a moment to think.
“Your attacks are swift, and you use your momentum well to your advantage.” She replied after a few seconds. “Your speed also gives your strikes the natural force needed to land hits on an opponent. But I’ve noticed that you mainly rely on this natural force to attack. Conversely, you consciously apply more strength into your parries.” She explained, remembering that she received more feedback from his blades when he blocked her attacks than when he struck against her swords.
“Your natural offensive power is already strong on its own, but if you were to consciously apply more force to your strikes like with your blocks, they would be more powerful and more difficult to repel.”
"Hmm." When she had finished, Levi lifted one of his taped blades and gave it a small swing, contemplating her comments. "Duly noted."
Levi re-sheathed his swords before speaking again. “The next time we spar, there will be a winner.”
Mikasa hummed. “Definitely.”
There was an underlying challenge in her otherwise neutral voice, and the corner of his mouth curved upward almost imperceptibly as he quietly accepted it.
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The early morning sun steadily rose up in the sky as the new recruits performed their drills. On his horse, Mike oversees those who were running the obstacle tracks. Halfway to the end, some recruits were beginning to fall behind under the weight of the packs on their backs. “You need more stamina than that if you want to survive beyond the Walls!” The section commander gruffly yells, steering his horse alongside the struggling soldiers. “Keep moving!”
Hange and Moblit stand on a large branch in the forested areas as they observe the recruits racing against each other in 3DM gear. “Come on, you guys!” The Titan-scientist calls out to them. “Titans can run at speeds faster than this! You need to go quicker if you don’t want them to catch you!”
They see one soldier finally reach the checkpoint serving as the finish line. “Moblit, how many minutes did it take for him to finish?”
The executive officer checks his hand watch. “9 minutes and 17 seconds, Section Commander.”
Placing their hands on their hips, Hange throws their head back as they sigh loudly. “Not fast enough!”
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Hours later in the afternoon found the recruits crowding at the edge of the forest.
“The exhibition shall begin momentarily.” Erwin announces. “During expeditions, Titans can and will approach from any and all directions. So, to have a more effective simulation, a handful of soldiers have been assigned to launch flying targets from different areas in the forest. Captain Levi and Lieutenant Mikasa will dispense of both flying andstationary targets. They will traverse through the forest, so we will keep track of their progress by following them at a distance with 3DM gear.”
More excitable murmurs once again erupt from the crowd.
“Flying targets? No way!”
“We never dealt with those during cadet training!”
Levi tsks as he adjusts the straps of his 3DM gear. “Shadis and the others should make flying targets a standard part of their training.”
“To be fair, Hange only came up with the idea 2 months ago.” Mikasa comments while securing the tie of her short ponytail; she had let her hair grow just past her shoulders over the years. “It’s likely that none of the Commandants have even heard of it yet.”
Levi only gives a non-committal hum as they proceed to their respective starting lanes.
Mikasa stops at the right-side lane while he walks further to the left lane.
“Looks like they’re ready!” Hange says, observing that the two Ackermans have already drawn their swords and grapples.
“Very well. On my count.” The Commander announces. “3, 2, 1. Advance!”
Both dark-haired soldiers shoot their hooks at the exact same moment and propel into the forest. In his lane, Levi sees a few targets positioned some distance in front of him. Angling his blades sidewards, he increases his speed and twists from left to right, effectively beheading the stationary targets in the blink of an eye.
In the other lane, Mikasa slices through the neck of one mannequin and sees a shadow flash in her periphery. She promptly maneuvers herself upwards to the sky and she shoots her hooks into the wooden body of the airborne target before swerving towards its nape. As she dives back to the forest, she sees its severed head free-falling and Levi decapitating another flying target some distance away from her.
They continue flying through the forest, leaving scattered trails of severed wooden heads and destroyed targets in their wake. A lone target then sails towards the sky, nearly halfway in between their lanes.
They propel towards it, with Levi’s grappling hooks latching onto its left side and Mikasa’s onto its right. Realizing that they’ve both claimed the target, they share a quick look mid-flight.
Synchronizing their timing, they angle their blades and simultaneously swerve. Twin streaks of silver fly across the sky from both directions as they strike the nape and send the head hurtling off the body.
A yellow flare is then shot upwards in the wake of their attack – indicating that it was the last target, thus signaling the end of the exhibition.
As they descend back towards the ground, Levi turns to Mikasa, a knowing look in his eyes. She smiles slightly.
It’s another draw, then.
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“Woah. Did you see that?!”
“They’re amazing!”
“The Ackermans really are the best!”
Murmurs of praise flow from the recruits scattered amongst tree branches at the end of the exhibition. Amidst the awestruck commentary, Erwin quietly observes as his best soldiers make their descent.
From behind him, Hange and Mike have their own exchange. “I’ve seen them in combat countless times already, but I can never get over just how good they are together!" Hange says, a broad grin on their face. "Before, I thought that no one could ever keep up with Levi. But then Mikasa came along!"
“I’ll say.” Mike comments. “Ackermans are really something else.”
Their Commander hums, catching their attention.
“Something on your mind, Erwin?” The Titan-scientist prompts.
“There is.” Erwin confirms. “I think it’s about time we have another meeting with the other section commanders.”
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THE NEXT DAY
“Captain Levi. Lieutenant Mikasa. May I come in?”
Levi briefly wonders why Moblit is alone at their door before responding. “Come in.”
The door opens, and the Executive Officer enters and salutes them. Both Levi and Mikasa return the gesture from their respective desks.
“What does Hange want?” The captain asks, noting that the section commander would send Moblit to them if they were too busy with research or anything Titan-related.
“Section Commander Hange is with Commander Erwin and the other section commanders, Sir.” Moblit explains, his hands clasped behind his back. “I’ve been ordered to come get you and the Lieutenant.”
Mikasa raises her brows in mild surprise. “What is this meeting about?”
“I wasn’t told, Ma’am. Section Commander Hange merely told me to escort you to the strategy room.”
“Tch.” Levi grumbles. “Typical of Hange to keep us in suspense.” He then moves to stand. “Well, we better go and see what they want.”
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Once they enter the room, they are greeted with the sight of Erwin seated in the middle of the long strategy table. Hange, Mike, and the other section commanders occupy the seats by his sides.
As per protocol, both Ackermans salute the Commander, who raises his own fist to his chest.
Erwin then gestures to the vacant chairs in front of them. “Have a seat.”
“So, what’s going on?” Levi asks once seated, crossing his arms over his chest. “Looks pretty serious since you called all of your section commanders, Erwin.”
“It is.” Erwin confirms. “We’ve been discussing Mikasa’s current position.”
The captain’s eyes widen slightly, not having expected that. His lieutenant wears a similar expression. “What about my current position?” She asks, a tinge of uncertain surprise in her tone.
Erwin’s expression remains level until the curve of his mouth slightly tilts upward. “It’s been decided that you are now ready to be a captain.”
Mikasa’s eyes widen even further at the news, a layer of astonishment on her features.
“So, you’re taking my lieutenant away from me.” Levi says dryly. In the back of his mind, he recalls that Mikasa was partnered with him to prepare her for the role because she was too young for it 3 years ago.
He looks at the soon-to-be captain. While Levi agrees that she’s now ready, he feels a twinge of disappointment. “I suppose good things have to end at some point.”
“Actually…” Erwin’s slight smile remains. “…I’m not.”
The Commander’s response simply served to perplex the two Ackermans. Mikasa’s brows furrow in confusion. “I’m sorry, but I don’t quite understand.”
“Me neither.” Levi narrows his eyes, bemused. “Tch. Always the cryptic.”
Erwin lets the small smile linger for a moment before resuming his level expression. “It’s been agreed that Mikasa is ready for more responsibility.”
The Commander then turns his attention to the woman in question. “Mikasa, your performance, both as an individual soldier and as Levi’s lieutenant, has been exemplary. You can keep a calm mind during the direst of situations, you also possess good strategic acumen, and you are undoubtedly one of our best soldiers. We all agree that you are ready to be a captain.”
“The usual protocol would be to give you command of your own squad. But it’s been agreed that keeping you and Levi together in the same unit will be more strategic and beneficial in the long run.”
Erwin goes silent for a moment, gauging their reactions. Levi’s expression is mostly neutral, save for the annoyed tilt of his brows – no doubt a response to his earlier ambiguous answer. To his right, Mikasa sits quietly, waiting for him to continue.
“We’ve reviewed past expedition reports and evaluated both of your performances. You match Levi more closely than any other soldier in the legion. In the past, no one has been able to coordinate with him in attack sequences because of the gap in skill levels. But your respective abilities complement each other in battle, and your teamwork is remarkable. The success rates of missions you’ve had together are also the highest in the entire Survey Corps.”
“You guys are obviously the dream team!” Hange chimes in. “We’d never dream of breaking you up!”
Though Mikasa maintains her calm demeanor, she allows a small smile at the assessment. “Thank you. But I still don’t understand how me being made captain relates to all of this.”
“You performed very well as a lieutenant. And your talents will be better utilized if you were given more responsibility.” Their superior explains. “So, it’s been decided that you and Levi will be made co-captains.”
Mikasa’s lips part slightly in surprise. Their Commander continues to deliver more unexpected news.
“Co-captains?” There’s skepticism in Levi’s tone, but it’s not unkind. “How will that work?”
“You will both have the same level of authority, but your areas of responsibility will be delineated to avoid conflict.” Erwin replies smoothly, having planned the details carefully. “Your respective authorities are autonomous from one another when dealing with your corresponding obligations. But if either one of you is unavailable, the one present will also assume the former’s responsibilities.”
Levi remains quiet for a moment, contemplating the news. “Hmm. That makes sense.”
The Commander makes another slight smile at the remark before turning back to Mikasa. “Do you have any concerns or questions about this arrangement, Mikasa?
She glances at Levi. He’s watching her as he waits for her response.
“None at all.”
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Levi sits on the common sofa back in their office as he pours tea into two cups before handing one to Mikasa.
“To your promotion.” Gripping his own teacup by the rim, Levi raises it to her, a small smile on his face.
She takes a moment to silently marvel at the rare display of social geniality from her now co-captain before smiling. She clinks her cup against his, careful not to hit his fingers.
When she takes a sip of her tea, she raises a brow at the taste. “Did we run out of chamomile?”
Levi takes a drink before replying. “No. There’s still plenty.”
Her brows further rise upward in response. The tea of the day depended on who was preparing it, so Mikasa was mildly surprised that Levi brewed something else other than his preferred blend.
Seeing her confusion, he elaborates. “Black tea isyour favorite, right?”
Surprised, Mikasa blinks at the comment before nodding. “It is.” She smiles at the thoughtful gesture. “Thank you.”
“It’s your promotion, after all.” He says before taking another drink.
She chuckles lightly. “We’re finally equals now.”
The remark was meant in jest, but Levi stills briefly at it.
“We’ve always been equals …” he states evenly, lowering his cup from his mouth, “… barring the formalities in rank.”
He meets her gaze. “Have I ever treated you as anything less?” He asks, voice serious.
The question causes Mikasa to pause. Even though Levi had a higher rank, he always asked for her ideas and considered her input. And despite having more experience, he never once underestimated her skills.
She shakes her head after a moment of contemplation. “No.”
“Well, there you have it.” He says, holding her stare for a moment longer before he resumes drinking his tea.
Mikasa likewise returns to her cup, sipping the warm liquid. “I’m glad we’re still in the same squad.” She admits, tone soft. They had built a unique rapport over the years, and she realized that she would miss it if she was re-assigned.
Another small smile flits across his face. “Same here.”
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End Note: I've come up with a lot of ideas for this fic. And it's gonna take time for me to fully flesh them out. Haha. That being said, I really can't guarantee regular updates because of real-life stuff. *cries* But I will try my best regardless. Let me know what you think so far! Comments and reviews would be very much appreciated!
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7, 8, 9, 11, 13, 15, 16, 17, 20, 21, 22, 23, and 28. That's not all of them so you can't yell at me.
13 — from basic planning to a finished post, how long does that take you?
In theory, 1 month. Planning takes me a 30 minutes, straight after I publish the previous chapter. Then I start making poses, converting cc, building sets, and drafting test shots. If I’m quick, that’s 2-3 weeks. There are in average 20 pictures per chapter, which take up to 1 hour each, around 1 week for final shots. The writing happens during the entire process since I’m setting up pictures off the plan, not the actual writing. 1 month is the absolute minimum time, so usually it takes 2 months during the semester, or if university super intense and I have zero energy to prep anything, 6 months as of now 🙃
15 — what have been the highlights of creating your story?
Misha is an unexpected highlight. I’ve developed him much further than the story (in aforementioned months) so I’m excited to detail him and his friendship with Mako in the actual damn chapters. Writing the Evako romance is turning out to be possibly my favourite thing of the story process, ironically. And of course, the thoughts and theories of readers is always a highlight the scarce times I publish a chapter!
20 — choose your favourite shot from your story so far
I don’t really have a favourite, but the stage lighting in this shot turned out surprisingly realistic. My story navigation post features the 9 current best shots, so it changes slightly with every chapter.
21 — choose your least favourite shot so far
Holy shit, I hate every single shot in Chapter 3. At that point I had figured out the double layer method but my grip on how to light the sims or academy setting was still fucked. Plus, pre-glowup Mako is an embarrassment. This is me every time I attempt to take a screenshot of him and he shows signs, yet again, of Ruining My Pictures.
22 — choose a favourite character from your story so far
Eva. OWO.
23 — choose your least favourite character so far
Victoria. Writing wise, she was meant to be a stereotypical, shallow high school bully. I think she had potential to be written in a more interesting way, however, concerning her financial issues and dislike of Mako. She was supposed to have a more significant role than mildly antagonising the squad, but in the end I decided to focus on Eva and Mako’s internal struggles and never delved into her own issues, which I regret a little, but there are far more critical problems down the line, so oh well. Character wise, Vicky is just a bitch and obsessed with wealth. Svetlana and Kazuo are objectively 10 times worse but they’re far more interesting.
28 — if you could reproduce your story in another medium (movie, novel, comic, etc.) what would you choose and why?
Live action series! Since En Pointe is set in ‘real world’ Los Angeles (although a couple elements idealised) I would love to use the real life locations that I can’t replicate in game. The variations and pas de deux are crucial to the story beats but I can never convey them visually, as well as true facial expressions and body language, which live action solves. I also don’t think casting would be a big issue, because Eva is the most basic Californian chick. Top model ballet prodigy Mako would be a problem, except his sim is a problem anyway, so like, what can you do I guess.
#cheers bro#time to kick myself into actually working on the story#there's only a week until semester two begins#i barely had time to rest what the fuck#q&a#genfour#lilaremonn#thesimperiuscurse
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Content tag game
I was tagged by the wonderful @smasmashin, thank you! 💕
1. what fandoms have you written for (but do not currently)?
None, this is the first
2. what fandoms are you currently writing for?
BTS
3. how long have you been writing?
Since somewhere towards the end of last year and I posted my first fic in January. I used to write as a teenager though, not fanfiction but original stories. But that’s ages ago. So I guess you could say I’m pretty new to writing. Definitely new to this fanfiction thing. Also this is the first time I’m writing in English. So lots of firsts!
4. on which platforms do you post your stories?
Here on tumblr and on AO3
5. what is your favourite genre to write?
I haven’t tried that many yet. But I love E2L! I’d also like to try some fantasy or supernatural kind of stuff sometime.
6. are you a pantser or a planner?
I can plan if I want, but most of the time I just wing it.
7. one shot or multi-chapter?
One shot (although I like both. But for multi-chapter I prefer shorter chapters).
8. what is the perfect chapter length in your opinion?
When the chapter is finished.
9. what is your longest published story? is it complete?
Cobalt Blue at 11.3K and yes, it’s complete.
10. which story did you enjoy working on the most?
So far I’ve enjoyed writing all of them! But lately I am enjoying writing shorter stories because I am trying to get more practice. They help me become more confident in my writing. I tend to be a perfectionist and with drabbles or shorts (say, under 2K) I put less pressure on myself. I’m trying to tell myself that it’s okay to publish things that aren’t perfect.
And now I’m writing more I’m also getting more used to writing in English; it’s becoming easier and I’m getting faster at it.
11. favourite request you’ve written and why?
I’ve only just started doing them, but for now I’d say my first request because it was the first time I wrote something for Namjoon and I loved writing him! Before this, I thought I might struggle with writing his character (as I tend to gravitate less towards him compared to some of the other members) but funnily enough it was rather the opposite! Perhaps it was just this particular story, I don’t know, but I can’t wait to write more for him.
12. are there recurring themes in your stories?
I’m honestly not sure? Maybe my readers can chime in! Uhh. Threesomes and bisexuals, perhaps? 🤣🤣
13. current number of wips?
Somewhere around 20 if I count the drabble requests as well!
14. three things you have noticed about your own writing?
COMMA GALORE (I’m trying to make my sentences shorter okay please bear with me)
I struggle with keeping stories short (again, I am trying)
To end on a positive note, I think I generally have a good feel of my characters and good flow
15. a quote you like from a published story.
“She’d worn her favourite shirt: white with purple hydrangeas, a delicate watercolour pattern that complimented her skin tone even in death.
They had done a marvellous job. Never in life had she looked this well put together, not even at her weddings. You’d wished she could have seen herself. She’d have been over the moon with excitement. Maybe a little pissed off, too—why did it have to take 93 years, three husbands and two heart attacks to get my hair done like this?
She’d looked peaceful. Peaceful and serene—two words which couldn’t be further removed from what you’d been feeling. The worms be damned, you’d thought.
I just wish to burn blue and die.
From Lotus. I picked this quote because I like how I gave life (ironically I know since she has passed away) to an off-screen character here. And because of the last line, which is a line from Hoseok’s Blue Side extended version. I’m not sure if anyone has picked up on that though!
16. a quote from an unpublished story.
“Save me the small talk, Jimin. I am not crawling up your ass inside a horse costume.”
17. a space for you to say something to your readers.
You are all lovely and I can't thank you enough! I wouldn’t have started writing if it wasn’t for everyone on this site being so supportive. When I made this blog I had been lurking on the sidelines of the BTS community for a while, and I made it because I wanted to support the wonderful content creators on here. I really had no clue I would end up writing too!
This has been (and continues to be) such a fun journey—I must admit, while I’m still a small blog I was a tiny blog back when I posted my first fic so when it got over 1K notes within a week it was a big surprise and a little intimidating at the same time... I was asking myself “what if this is it and I’m never gonna write anything good again” (or maybe I shouldn't say 'good' but: something that resonates with people). But I’ve gotten nothing but support and lovely words from you on all of my fics, and I couldn’t be more grateful. You guys motivate me to write more and stay eager to improve. I never expected this many people to read and enjoy my stories! Y’all are the best.
💗💗💗
I’m tagging some of my lovely writer moots: @kithtaehyung @wwilloww @fortunexkookie @dulce-pjm @kkulfm @joheunsaram @rmverse @jinpanman @ggukcangetit @ditttiii @btsaudge @underthejoon @sahmfanficbts @augustbutwinter @triviafics @ladyartemesia
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