#chiaroscuro fic

[menaceanon]

A little while back, I commissioned the wonderful and extremely talented @nunsongici to draw one of my favorite scenes from Chiaroscuro. My original hope was to share this when I published the epilogue, but the epilogue has been delayed by something of a chain of chaos in my real life.

Today marks the one year anniversary of publishing the fic, however, and that's something that means a whole lot to me, so I'm sharing this with all of you to celebrate.

Please go show the rest of @nunsongici's incredible art some love, and if you haven't read Chiaroscuro and are looking for fun pirate shenanigans, I'm proud of this fic and would love to share it with you!

#ofmd #our flag means death #edward teach #blackbeard #mary bonnet #chiaroscuro fic #gentlebeard #real talk with menace #my fic

[merakimoonglade]

WIP Wednesday

A Night of Longing and Loneliness, Chapter 3: Elain

Elain feels like she’s breathless spinning across a ballroom, the engraved porcelain dish perched carefully along her forearm as light as a silk glove as she glides through the garden towards a wrought iron table and a large, possibly sleeping Illyrian.

I did it. I put my hand on his and he smiled. How he smiled! If she was alone she would dance around the courtyard.

...

Cutting carefully into the dessert, Elain hums the song that’s been trapped in her mind the last few months.

Something that feels like sparkling wine bubbles float through Elain as Azriel moves silently behind her. His deep, velvet voice joins her for the next few notes, so low they might be mistaken for the flutter of leaves. The warm scales of his flying leathers brush against her forearm making her skin pebble as he places his plate and the whipped cream on the table.

...

Az grins and hums the next note encouraging her to continue but Elain freezes. He stills, tilting his head slightly in silent question. Tapping her index finger against the knife, she smiles briefly then continues humming as she serves him.

He knows the notes because she almost always hums the song when he is around. She hums it when he isn’t around and she is thinking of him. She’s come to think of it as their song.

Chapters 1, Cassian, and 2, Azriel, of A Night of Longing and Loneliness are currently on A03. https://archiveofourown.org/works/47221450

#acotar #writing #elain x azriel #azriel x elain #elriel #elain archeron #elain acotar #azriel acotar #azriel shadowsinger #a night of longing and loneliness #acotar fanfiction #elriel fanfic #a court of thorns and roses #chiaroscuro fic

[sapphic-loser16]

New chapter!

@aganhim

#IM BACK LADS #linked universe #linkeduniverse #chiaroscuro fic

[vulturevanity]

I know what you are

#my next life as a villainess #hamefura #currently reading through the Verge of Doom manga! #unsurprised to say I hate Geordo even more in this timeline #I haven't seen enough of this Keith to form an opinion of him #though I'm already far more compelled by the broken family dynamic here than by the Weirdness in their relationship in the main TL #and VoD!Mary is so far much more friendly with Katarina than her straight-up obsessed canon counterpart #WILD that VoD!Bakarina is so far shaping up to have far healthier relationships than canon!Bakarina despite unfortunate timing #not that I ever expected a reverse harem to depict healthy relationships at all #btw shout out to the author of the series “through tinted glass” on ao3. you get it #and also whoever wrote Zucchini Flowers. That fic basically fixed every issue I have with the polycule lmao #but I'm rambling #romance in chiaroscuro

[phatburd]

I just want to take a moment to thank everyone who’s ever left a comment or a compliment on my fics. Especially the ones who say something to the effect of “[This line] made me feel [x]” or “[Character] was perfect and made me feel [x].”

It means a great deal to me.

This is because I’m a little on the spectrum, and I have no idea if I’m hitting the right emotional cues, that if a scene I’ve written is going to impact in just the right way.

I’m flying blind most of the time.

I’m not fishing for compliments when I ask for feedback on a scene, it’s because I genuinely have no idea if I’m getting all emotions and textures right. And I appreciate each and every one of you who have said something and it’s been very helpful.

#my writing #my fics #this is because I’ve been obsessing over just two lines in the second half of Chiaroscuro for whether or not they sound right #thanks #ilu 😘 #i still have no idea what I’m doing with smut

[faemytho]

haha. nice.

#this fic is going to kill me dead (pos) #chiaroscuro cr #mae rambles

[kitsunefaux]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters (Anime & Manga), Yu-Gi-Oh! - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bakura Ryou & Yami Bakura, Bakura Ryou/Yami Bakura, Bakura Ryou & Thief King Bakura, Bakura Ryou/Thief King Bakura, Bakura Ryou & Marik Ishtar Characters: Bakura Ryou, Yami Bakura, Thief King Bakura, Marik Ishtar, Yami Marik, Zorc Necrophades, Sera (Yu-Gi-Oh), Mazaki Anzu | Tea Gardner Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Angst, Unreliable Narrator, Non-Linear Narrative, References to manga canon, Post-Ceremonial Duel (Yu-Gi-Oh), Tendershipping, Gemshipping, Queerplatonic relationship, unhealthy relationship, One-sided Leechshipping, Hints of Conspireshipping, OOC Aigami | Diva, OOC Sera, Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD), Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD), Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD), Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID), undiagnosed mental illness, Depression, Risk-Taking Behavior, Obsessive Behavior, Possessive Behavior, Codependency, Magic, Sennen Items | Millennium Items, Soul Room as Mind Palace, Memories, Ghosts, Taking a hatchet to DSoD’s plot and using the pieces to make something new Series: Part 3 of Chiaroscuro AU Summary:

With Bakura defeated by his archnemesis, Ryou is alone in his head and heart. He hates it. He's going to get his spirit back, whatever it takes.

#ao3 #ao3 fanfic #yugioh fanfiction #tendershipping #gemshipping #ryou bakura #chiaroscuro au #new fic!! #i beckon you to come and see

[p-crowds]

Hi do you have fics rec where hinata gets pregnant by sasuke one night stand or somethin and raises kid alone and then after some yrs later they reunite??

I don’t remember ever read something with that exact plot. I do have an alternative however. In fact, I’ve been obsessed with this fic for the past month 🤣🤣

Here you go,

Chiaroscuro by Ginko-chan’s Sugar Content

Rated M (read with caution)

p-crowds’ Summary :

SasuHina is trapped many feet underground, chakra drained with no supplies for survival. Sasuke has an idea… something that might work. Hinata is willing to take a risk.

It’s still ongoing yet it steadily advances to become one of my faves.

#sasuhina #sasuhina fic rec #chiaroscuro #sasuke x hinata

[ncteez]

thank you for writing chiaroscuro <3

anon, u are so welcome.

im a whore for art student AUS

#probably bc im living that life rn #ILYSM #[mail] #[feedback] #fic: chiaroscuro #anon

[weirdagnes]

Since i can’t pour energy into writing a whole fic/drawing stuff yet, I’m gonna dump some headcanons I have on Mishuggy.

(Long post ahead)

Shanks only bathes in the sea so its smell became his trademark scent. Buggy loves the seawater scent on him. He can never bathe in the sea anymore, so it brings him comfort when he cuddles with Shanks bc it’s the closest he can get to being in contact with the sea without feeling weak. Every time they meet, Shanks makes sure to bathe in the sea first before meeting Buggy so cuddle time will last longer.

One of Mihawk’s stims is running his hand through Buggy’s hair.

Mihawk is a night person, Shanks is an insomniac, Buggy is a morning person. Mihawk often joins Shanks when he can’t sleep, some wine and talking. Sometimes they’d be quiet and admire a sleeping Buggy.

Buggy’s voice gets low and rough often when his social battery is drained or he’s not in his stage persona (which is a very rare occurrence). Mihawk finds this incredibly attractive.

Shanks absolutely adores Buggy’s voice cracks.

Shanks is the best kisser, Mihawk is the most awkward/timid, Buggy has the most kissable lips (Shanks loves it when his lipstick leaves stains) but because of his nose, he’s the most awkward to kiss (if you’re not a professional Buggy-kisser like Shanks!)

Mihawk may not prefer lips-to-lips kissing, but he does love kissing other parts of the body like the hands, the shoulder, etc.

Buggy’s lowkey attentive to Mihawk’s infodumps on different kinds of blades, its uses and history. He’s fond of blades as well but more on short blades like daggers and machetes. He loses his mind seeing how cool Mihawk’s cross pendant knife is, and couldn’t resist showing off to him the hidden knives and explosives in his body (Mihawk wonders how he has not killed himself yet by accident).

Mihawk kinda cringes on Buggy’s habit of licking knives. He asks how has he not cut his tongue yet, Buggy is like “Hawky are u fr” then he chops off his tongue and Mihawk is horrified but quickly felt stupid remembering Buggy had devil fruit powers.

Buggy loves cherries and other sweet fruits. Hates pineapple way before he ate the Chop Chop fruit, and his distaste for it increased after eating it.

Shanks likes fish and Mihawk likes vegetable dishes (borderline vegan at this point).

Buggy loves warm colors (reds, oranges, yellows, gold). It just so happens that Mihawk and Shanks are associated with red and yellow.

Even though Mihawk and Buggy are complete opposites of a spectrum, they surprisingly get along well in terms of hobby. They both like to read, for one. Mihawk will mention a book in one of his infodumps and Buggy will be like “Oh yeah I love that one chapter where…” They both like art as well; Mihawk drew and painted in his free time when he was living in the castle, preferring still objects, dead sceneries, and chiaroscuro lightings.

Other than performance art (acting and acrobatics), Buggy is into cartography and drawing landscapes with oil pastels, but he often does maps more. When he does draw landscapes, the subject are often places where he has strong fondness/feelings of (his circus tent, Loguetown, the sea, etc). He uses small paper mediums and tucks them away. He only got to try painting when Mihawk offered. They had fun and created abstract - Buggy splashes paint spotaneously and generously, Mihawk feels the waste of paint but eventually lets loose (Buggy’s encouragement) and tried stroking the paintbrush like he wields his sword (when the canvas was slashed, they considered it a finished artwork).

Buggy and Mihawk also likes shiny things. Buggy loves treasure-finding more as an activity sure, but opening a chest full of shiny gems and trinkets is also what makes it enjoyable. He’s fond of jeweled earrings and rings but would rather keep them in a chest than wear them daily. Mihawk’s fondness for shiny things began with blades, but it also extended to shining gold colors. He’s not fond of gold for wealth purposes, he just likes shiny things.

Mihawk hates swimming whereas Shanks and Buggy love it (Buggy loves it more, but can’t do it anymore after eating his devil fruit). Mihawk hates getting wet for a long period of time + swimming is a strenuous activity, but he only learns it bc it’s a necessity for survival esp he travels by sea (and also bc there was one time where he almost drowned and its one of his most embarrassing memories. He was glad he travelled alone bc he’ll die of embarrassment forever if anyone lived to see that)

Shanks is a generous gift-giver. He isn’t materialistic himself, but the moment either Buggy or Mihawk express a passing comment about a rare wine he wanted to try someday or a map he wants to get his hands on - you got it. Shanks WILL find a way.

Whenever they go out together, Mihawk cringes at their fashion tastes. Shanks is more of a “this shirt is 10yrs old but hey its still usable” kind of guy. Buggy wears the most eyestrain clown outfits ever that will make you wonder “how did i end up with this guy”. In Shanks and Buggy’s head, they think Mihawk is an edgelord with his dark outfits on every occasion. Despite all this though, they find each other handsome.

#the headcanons just piled up over time qwq #one piece #buggy the clown #op buggy #dracule mihawk #op mihawk #red haired shanks #op shanks #mishuggy #shanks x buggy x mihawk #mihawk x shanks #shanks x buggy #mihawk x buggy #shuggy #mishanks #bughawk #headcanons #long post

[menaceanon]

Chiaroscuro (33737 words) by MenaceAnon Chapters: 25/26 Fandom: Our Flag Means Death (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet, Mary Allamby Bonnet/Doug, Mary Allamby Bonnet & Stede Bonnet, Blackbeard | Edward Teach & Mary Allamby Bonnet Characters: Stede Bonnet, Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Mary Allamby Bonnet, Doug (Our Flag Means Death), Alma Bonnet, Louis Bonnet Additional Tags: Mary and Ed would get along like a house on fire, POV Outsider, Identity Porn

Summary: The Widow Mary Bonnet has a life, and Stede Bonnet isn't part of it. They agreed. There was a leopard and everything. Then again, Stede has a talent for disrupting plans—for instance, by turning up on your doorstep in the dead of night with a bleeding pirate who turns out to be his beloved Ed.

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Yeah okay okay the chapter count went up again. Shhh don't worry about it.

#ofmd #ofmd fic #mary bonnet #edward teach #blackbeard #stede bonnet #gentlebeard #my fic #chiaroscuro fic #our flag means death

[merakimoonglade]

WIP Wednesday

A Night of Longing and Loneliness, Chapter 3 - Elain

The image of Azriel training shirtless, sweat trickling down his finely muscled arms and stomach as he flashes her a quick grin pops to the forefront of her thoughts. Thank the forgotten gods she accidentally taught herself how to glamour away her scent or she would have died of embarrassment long ago.

Chapters 1, Cassian, and 2, Azriel, of A Night of Longing and Loneliness are currently on A03. https://archiveofourown.org/works/47221450

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #azriel x elain #elain acotar #elain archeron #elain x azriel #elriel #acotar fanfiction #azriel acotar #azriel shadowsinger #chiaroscuro fic #elriel fanfic #pro elain

[sapphic-loser16]

New Chapter!

#legend of zelda #linked universe #linkeduniverse #chiaroscuro fic #bet y’all thought this fic was dead #Nope! #just the author

[eleanor-bradstreet]

Bridgerton Brothers - so sexy it’s scary

A Masterlist of Spooky/Supernatural Bridgerton fics

Men are beasts...

Forever by @queen-of-the-misfit-toys (vampire Benophie)

Enthralled (x Reader) by @fayes-fics (vampire Benedict)

Enthralled (OC) by @fayes-fics (vampire Benedict)

Chiaroscuro by yours truly (vampire Benedict)

Faoladh by @queen-of-the-misfit-toys (werewolf Benedict)

As the world ends...

If The World Was Ending by @thebabblingbrookenook (apocalyptic Benedict)

I'll Be Seeing You by yours truly (zombie Benedict)

All the Time in the World by @colettebronte (apocalyptic Anthony)

Enjoy these sexy, spooky, dark AUs with Benedict and Anthony Bridgerton from my endlessly talented fellow authors. 🖤 Something to sink your teeth into as the days grow darker... Dividers by @firefly-graphics

#fic rec #masterlist #talented authors #bridgerton #bridgerton fanfiction #benedict bridgerton #benedict bridgerton fanfiction #anthony bridgerton #anthony bridgerton fanfiction #bridgerton au #vampire au #zombie au #apocalypse au #bridgerton x reader #bridgerton imagine #benedict bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton imagine #anthony bridgerton x reader #anthony bridgerton imagine

[i-did-not-mean-to]

All good things must pass...

This is a treat fic for @samayla for the 2023 @whiteoliphaunt.

Pairing: Thorin x Bilbo

Words: 1 335

Warnings: None

Prompts: Snowed in, gift giving, sharing traditions

“Maybe, we could…” Thorin II, generally called “Oakenshield”, scratched his beard pensively as he looked out on the endless blanket of snow that made it patently impossible to discern the single path leading down from the hidden cave.

“Dear,” Bilbo sighed, his nose twitching in dismay. He opened his mouth to remind his friend and lover of the fact that, despite being an esteemed king and a fierce warrior, Thorin had a pesky tendency to lose his way even at the best of times.

Indeed, the brave Hobbit was far from eager to tumble off a rocky ledge or fall down a ravine that was treacherously obscured by the snow in a ludicrous but eminently tragic accident.

Nevertheless, Thorin seemed so tense and unhappy already that his heart misgave him, and he swallowed his confession of doubt and fear in favour of a more selfless argument.

“I do not doubt that you, your dwarven instincts, and your sturdy boots could find a way down, but I beg you to remember that I am at a distinct disadvantage,” he commented in a soft, pleading voice, motioning at his furry, bare toes.

Of course, this was at least partially disingenuous; Bilbo’s feet were inured to both icy sludge and searing heat, but he could not feel all too guilty for fibbing when he saw Thorin’s eyes light up with relief and tenderness.

“It was such a nice idea to come here,” the Hobbit went on, willing his jaw to relax and suppressing the full-body shivers threatening to ruin his nonchalant delivery of those much-needed, reassuring words of love and support. “I do not mind staying a little longer. Surely, there are more things you can show me in your favourite grotto?”

The smile pulling at the corners of his mouth now was as sunny and genuine as it would have been had they comfortably stood in front of the Great Hall’s roaring fires.

Growing up, Bilbo—as was the wont of his kind—had himself favoured certain flowers, fruits, and trees, and he had never doubted the legitimacy of those instinctive preferences.

Thus, it made perfect sense to him that Thorin—who had only recently returned to his ancestral home—would have treasured places he had not seen for many decades.

It filled Bilbo’s heart with tingling warmth to know that his beloved did not only yearn to spend his future with so unlikely a consort, but that he was also recovered enough from the ordeal of the quest and his almost fatal bout of Dragonsickness to grant Bilbo a glimpse into a long-lost past.

“Did you come here often?” he prompted, threading his stiff fingers into the warm fur of Thorin’s collar and tugging gently to distract the King from his morose musings.

“Not as often as I would have liked,” Thorin admitted. “I was the heir, and my duties lay elsewhere.”

“Shame, it’s so pretty.”

Despite the howling wind and the blistering cold, the small cavern, nestled into the flank of a forlorn part of the Lonely Mountain’s foothills, held a singular, enchanting charm. Even in the chiaroscuro caused by the thick veil of heavily falling snow that was blocking out the daylight, age-old crystals glimmered faintly from the vaulted roof, and Bilbo couldn’t help being reminded of the intricate chandelier he had once seen in the Thain’s house as a fauntling.

“What would you do when you came here then?” His teeth were clacking miserably by now, but he was unwilling to let the conversation die.

With a jolt, Thorin seemed to abruptly snap out of his self-recriminatory reverie and firmly slung his arms around the smaller frame of the one he had chosen to be his partner in all things.

“I am so sorry,” he mumbled under his breath. “I have failed you again! Come here, let me warm you up!”

Opening his heavy coat, he wrapped Bilbo into a cocoon of warmth before settling his bearded chin atop the mop of messy, honey-golden curls with another deep, tremulous sigh.

“I am still waiting for an answer. Did you do frivolous, unprincely things?” Bilbo teased, feeling perfectly at ease now that he was sheltered from the biting cold by the fragrant, comforting bubble Thorin had created for him.

He knew not what expectations the overly serious King entertained within that stubborn, laughably haughty mind of his, but Bilbo himself could not imagine a better place to be during a snowstorm than in Thorin’s arms.

Having lived a solitary life before embarking on his Great Adventure, he was not fazed by the idea of being cut off and isolated—he even sometimes preferred being left alone, and, after the bustling activity of Erebor’s reconstruction and repair, he was profoundly grateful to get a moment of intimacy to simply talk to his husband.

“I…I could show you,” Thorin finally replied haltingly. “Sit over there.”

Shrugging out of his coat, the dwarven king draped it around his cherished consort’s shoulders and padded cautiously to the mouth of the cave.

“It is silly,” he admitted when he returned to where Bilbo sat, huddled against the far wall, and set down a heap of powdery, pristine snow.

Again, the Hobbit pressed his lips together to keep himself from saying something imprudent that would upset or discourage Thorin.

The gleam of pure hope and fond reminiscence in those bright blue eyes was so rare and precious a sight that it didn’t even truly matter if the puerile pastime Thorin was about to share turned out to be truly anodyne or vapid indeed.

Wordless, Bilbo watched as Thorin busied himself around the cave, collecting pieces of fallen crystal and small, iridescent stones to build a miniature of the throne room such as it had been before Smaug had laid waste to his beloved kingdom.

“It’s so beautiful,” Bilbo breathed, as ever fascinated and humbled by the craftiness and skill of the many-layered miracle that was Thorin.

Once upon a time, he had met a disgruntled, distrustful king in exile, and it never failed to awe him when he unearthed pieces of the young dwarf Thorin had necessarily been before everything had been taken from him and his family.

“Funny that you’d escape your princely duties only to recreate the very room you’ve fled,” he added in a light voice.

“Wait…” Thorin cautioned him. “May I ask for one of your cherished handkerchiefs as a sacrifice?”

Without hesitation, Bilbo handed over the worn cloth square, too curious to discover what the other had in mind.

“It’s a poor gift,” Thorin whispered as he extricated a piece of flint from his pocket and set the fabric alight, “because it doesn’t last, but…”

“Hush,” Bilbo interrupted, mesmerised by the dancing shadows and the kaleidoscope of colours the small flame cast upon the domed walls of their little sanctuary. “This is absolutely stunning. I understand why you loved coming here!”

Blushing furiously, Thorin looked up at him from where he knelt on the floor.

“Thank you,” Bilbo croaked, tears of emotion and depthless adoration turning his voice raspier than usual. “We Hobbits love ephemeral beauty; after all, even the most gorgeous flowers die and the most glorious of summers must end.”

Sliding to the floor beside Thorin to hug him to his clenching chest, Bilbo allowed his starry eyes to overflow, trusting that even his tears would be well-guarded and safe in Thorin’s mighty hands.

“You’ve graciously gifted me a fleeting flash of colour and heat to counterbalance the deadly white of this storm,” he breathed into a reddened ear, framed elegantly by silver beads and dark hair, “and you’ve granted me a glimpse of your precious soul’s eternity.”

“The storm has finally abated,” Thorin mumbled sheepishly. “Should we dare the descent?”

“Not yet,” Bilbo replied softly, spreading out the coat he’d been cowering under on the floor. “Let’s stay a while yet and watch the lights dance as if we were alone in the world. We are safe, Thorin. Let’s savour that! Together!”

I hope you'll enjoy this <3

Lots of love from me!

#og post #Fanfiction #writing #IDNMT writes #jrrt #Tolkien fanfiction #WO2023 #WhiteOliphaunt 2023 #Bagginshield #Thilbo #Thorin #Bilbo #Thorin x Bilbo #Snowed in #Gift giving #sharing traditions

[kitsunefaux]

Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters (Anime & Manga), Yu-Gi-Oh! - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Bakura Ryou & Yami Bakura, Bakura Ryou/Yami Bakura, Bakura Ryou & Thief King Bakura, Bakura Ryou/Thief King Bakura, Bakura Ryou & Marik Ishtar, Bakura Ryou & Mazaki Anzu | Tea Gardner, Bakura Ryou/Zorc Necrophades Characters: Bakura Ryou, Yami Bakura, Thief King Bakura, Marik Ishtar, Yami Marik, Zorc Necrophades, Sera (Yu-Gi-Oh), Mazaki Anzu | Tea Gardner, Ishizu Ishtar, Diabound (Yu-Gi-Oh) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Angst, Unreliable Narrator, Non-Linear Narrative, References to manga canon, Post-Ceremonial Duel (Yu-Gi-Oh), Tendershipping, Gemshipping, Leechshipping, Hints of Conspireshipping, Background Relationships, Unhealthy Relationships, human!Zorc, Out of Character Aigami | Diva, Out of Character Sera, Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD), Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD), Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD), Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID), Depression, Social Anxiety, Dissociation/Derealization, Obsessive Behavior, Possessive Behavior, Emotional Manipulation, Codependency, Sennen Items | Millennium Items, Soul Room as Mind Palace, Magic, Memories, Ghosts, Gods, Avatars, Possession, Creative License: Egyptian Mythology, Taking a hatchet to DSoD’s plot and using the pieces to make something new, Rating May Change Series: Part 3 of Chiaroscuro AU Summary:

A spirit carves a hole into a boy's heart that he might crawl inside and nestle in its warmth. Now, he is gone, and Ryou is left with a gnawing wound, memories, and the certainty that he will get Bakura back.

Behind the curtain, gods meddle, resetting the board for the start of another game. A new cycle of the world has begun.

#ao3 fanfic #yugioh fanfiction #chapter update! #chiaroscuro au #having so much fun with this fic!