#cracky pairing treated seriously

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 1 – STONY FAVORITES

When I Think (Oh, it Terrifies Me) by celli

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 8,643 Tags: Telepathy, First Time, Tony Hates Magic

Summary: Look, some mornings you wake up and little green men are invading New York City; some mornings you wake up and you can hear Captain America's voice in your head. Tony has been an Avenger long enough that he saves his freakout for important things.

Reasons why I love it: The humor in this is superb, it makes me laugh every time. Seeing how they care for one another even before they realize they want more is really, really sweet. And the conclusion in the end is brilliant in concept alone, but also so goddamn funny. Also, drunk-by-extension-Steve is a delight, always and forever.

I Hate You: A Love Story by FestiveFerret

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 14,558 Tags: College AU, Booty Calls, Enemies to Friends to Lovers

Summary: Tony had honestly been stunned that his "Wanna fuck?" line had actually worked, but tasting Steve's desperation on his tongue now, it made a bit more sense. All Tony wanted was a handful of that muscular ass and a look at the abs he'd seen a hint of under Steve's painted-on shirt.

Reasons why I love it: Ferret never misses, and this fic is exhibit 399 of proof of that. I love the way Tony and Steve's relationship develops from begrudgingly in lust to actually caring for one another. And to top off a wonderful story, the smut is also superb. I've probably read this fic more than 30 times, but I always come back to read it again. It's definitely one of my comfort fics.

Exact Measurements Required by trilliath

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 13,517 Tags: Wardrobe Malfunctions, Humor, Crack Treated Seriously

Summary: That time S.H.I.E.L.D. quartermasters accidentally put Steve's balls in a vise and it goes exactly as well as you'd expect it to. Tony promptly offers to help. Because he's helpful like that. Obviously.

Reasons why I love it: One of my favorite Stony fics of all time. Not only is it scorchingly hot, but the way trilliath took this cracky concept and turned it into such a lovely story is absolutely amazing. Tony is hilarious in this, and Steve's inner monologue just takes the cake. Definitely read this, if you haven't already!

The Highest Form of Friendship by ChibiSquirt

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 5,661 Tags: Getting Together, Humor, Sex on a Car

Summary: “Imagine if I’d met you back in my hellion days,” Tony says, and Steve groans out loud. There’s a mental image, here. Well, Steve’s a visual kind of guy; mental images are how he operates. The mental image is of a baby Tony - okay, not baby; Heyday Tony, let’s call him - and Heyday Tony has dark eyes and a wide mouth, and the little pin-scratch frown that Nowadays Tony wears all the time these days has been magically retrotransformed into a confident smirk. Heyday Tony has the same lean strength that Nowadays Tony has, but he looks taller because he bears himself more aggressively, more straight-backed. Heyday Tony has poofy hair and a tendency to look all the way down, and all the way back up, at a person - regardless of gender - before meeting their eyes. Steve knows: he’s seen the videos. Has maybe studied the videos. Has maybe spent more time on that activity than strictly appropriate... “Can we not?” he pleads. “It didn’t happen that way, and it did happen this way, and that’s how it is.”

Reasons why I love it: Their chemistry in this one is just off the charts. ChibiSquirt's characterizations never miss, but in this one especially they completely knocked it out of the park. The fic is equal parts scorchingly hot and hilarious, so definitely give it a read, if you haven't already.

Unfurl Your Gown by theladyingrey42

Pairing: Steve/Tony, past Steve/Bucky Rating: E Words: 8,541 Tags: Crossdressing, Denial, Barebacking

Summary: "I feel ridiculous." Steve scowls at his drink and pretends he's not shifting just to feel the skirt against his thighs.

Reasons why I love it: I don't know why I have a huge thing for Steve struggling-with-gender-concepts Rogers, but I do. And this fic scratches that itch in the most satisfying way. It's heartbreaking in one moment, hot as hell the next, and finishes off with a conclusion that makes my heart melt every time. Tony is so lovely in this, supporting Steve all the way, and Steve's inner conflict is gloriously written. I can't recommend it highly enough.

#marvel #stony #fanfic #fic rec #fanfic rec #fanfiction recommendation #a year in fanfic recs

[the-ace-with-spades]

My firefighter!Bradley and naval aviator!Jake AU might be silly and a bit cracky but in all seriousness, I like to think that after they've been together for a few years and Jake retires from the Navy, they'd work together - aerial firefighting is an Actual Thing in California and I like to think they'd pair up to fly tactical for CAL FIRE or other company that is outsourcing for them.

Bradley would advance from Lieutenant to Captain and Jake would retire as a Commander, maybe, and they would both qualify to fly OV-10 Bronco.

Tactical pilots usually work with Fire Captains -- they, to simplify things, fly the plane while the captain takes account of the fire patterns on the ground (direction, spread speed, weak spots, wind changes, potential residential areas to evacuate, etc) and then fly over the flames from higher up so the captain can guide the airtanker's water drops.

I like to think it'd be Jake's idea. He'd get a promotion offer to Captain but with that promotion would come moving to Virginia and Bradley's whole life was in California - his parents, his family, twenty years of a career in SDFD, his childhood memories. So when he tells Bradley, he just kind of shuts off, congratulates him and says he's proud of him but it's clear he's given up already. He doesn't want to be bitter about it b/c Jake is obviously happy about it but it feels like an inevitable end for him.

Even if he did want to move, Jake knew that he'd most likely have to start from the bottom of the ladder if he switched to a fire department in VA and that's if at the time they'd have recruitment open. All his hard work would just be gone and he'd just have Jake to compensate for all the things he sacrificed.

And over the years they had multiple arguments about how Jake doesn't treat Bradley's job as equal to his own just because Bradley doesn't have deployments or orders that are set in stones (i.e. how the first Christmas Jake wasn't deployed, Bradley had a shift and wouldn't call out even if he could b/c his crew was counting on him or how he couldn't pick Jake up from the airport when he got stuck at five alarm fire) so just thinking about asking Bradley to leave his whole life behind to stay with Jake brings a sour taste to his mouth.

And in the end, Jake doesn't think it's worth it. Sure, his pension will be lower and he won't make it to admiral like he thought he'd when he went to the academy, but his flying time would be cut anyway and in all honesty, the thought of settling down makes him much happier than being stuck at the other end of the country with occasional video call from Bradley and no other family in his proximity. They wanted to have kids eventually and he didn't want to be a dad that just kind of comes around six weeks a year and leaves all the hard work of raising kids to his partner.

Obviously, he'd have to find some type of work and he doesn't really have much of any idea aside from that he wants to keep flying. Airline pilot seems boring since it's all so automated and private sector is kind of hit or miss and financially unstable. Flight instructor would be a good one if he was a bit more patient but he isn't.

Two weeks before he has to make a decision, Bradley volunteers to take a crew from his station to help with the wildfires up north. He kits out, Jake drives him to the station so he can take the spare fire truck without leaving his car in the parking lot for days. Jake gives him a kiss goodbye and tells him he'll visit the camp with some snacks and pick-me-up things for the crew.

For the first time since they've got together, Bradley tells him not to bother.

It's kind of heartbreaking so Jake decides to ignore it and drives up to the main camp anyway. Bradley is out on a trail with a crew so Jake just waits.

Then wind changes and he hears that Bradley's crew got cornered up the hill. The next five hours is the worst five hours of his life.

Finally, a Super Huey lands in the camp and Bradley, sooted up so badly his yellow jacket is basically black, with red, teary eyes, steps down out of the helicopter's cockpit. Doesn't even let Jake hug him because I'm covered in carcinogens, baby, you stay away until I have a shower.

He does take a shower and Jake follows him to the bathroom, not letting him out of his sight. Jake asks what happened and Bradley says something along the lines of thank god for aerial firefighting and Jake has a lightbulb moment.

The next morning, Bradley is sent out again and Jake stays in the camp, helping around as much as he can. It gets a bit dead when all the crews are sent out so to take his mind off Bradley being god knows where after he almost burned to a crisp yesterday, Jake starts to research aerial firefighting, bumps into info about tactical pilots, has another lightbulb moment.

Declines the promotion offer while still waiting on Bradley to come back to the main camp.

#hangster #ignition tag #tgm #I'm sick and too tired to tag this properly sorry #i needed to write it b4 going back to sleep #good night

[perverse-idyll]

Fic authors self-rec! ✨ When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers ❤️

Thank you to @yletylyf and @danpuff-ao3 for the invitation and reminding me to think about fic! It’s one in the morning, I had four hours sleep last night, and I’m going to entertain myself by seeing how coherent/interesting I can make this.

Anyone else want to play? @ac1d6urn, @writcraft, @liladiurne, @squibstress, @titconao3 - do you have favorites?

The first two picks are easy:

1. When the Rose and the Fire Are One - My first fanfic! Snape/Harry, my OTP before I knew what the acronym meant, my first experience of fandom, a love letter to the pairing and the Snape-centric LiveJournal community I had serendipitously stumbled upon. Written for the Snarry Games, thus finished on a (several times extended) deadline after pulling an all-nighter. I was talking shop with a writer friend recently about themes, as in “in 20 words or less, tell us the theme of your story,” and we agreed that it grows organically out of the writing and we have no idea what the theme is before we muddle through the first draft, nor do we care. (My friend writes pro fic, but she never condescends when I talk about my fanfic as if the creative process is the same - because it is in many ways, with the exception of professional editing in her case.) Well, I lied, because this fic was consciously and passionately written with the themes of freedom and beauty in mind. In canon, Snape is a character who never gets to experience adulthood free of masters; he signs up to be a pawn not once, but twice. I wanted to give him - for Harry to give him - that freedom, while at the same time presenting the temptation of a third master. The fact that Harry loves him by the end doesn’t make that beholden-ness less true. I was also determined to show that even someone raised in financial and emotional poverty, associated with ugliness, trapped in an ugly life, was capable of beauty under the right circumstances. Yes, I was up my own arse about this fic, but that’s okay because it made it more personal and intense. It was also, as I’ve mentioned elsewhere, my first time writing a sex scene, and I jumped in at the deep end with glorious abandon. As one may gather from subsequent fics, I proceeded to make up for lost time and contribute to the mainstream perception that fanfic = smut.

2. The White Road - If there’s one fic I’m known for among Snarry readers, it’s this. Why? Because it’s set in Lily’s POV in the afterlife? Because it positions her as a voyeur, a mother watching the fork in the road of her child’s future, someone with the right to judge Snape? (The voyeurism aspect turned a lot of readers off.) Because it has a cracky premise treated seriously? Because it’s nonlinear? (No. For some, this was a bug, not a feature.) Because, as a recent bookmark proclaims, it’s “such a weird fic”? Mostly it was me wresting a different ending out of the ruins of Snape’s canon demise and the utter bollocks of the epilogue; it was a purgative experience. I think for Snarry readers at the time, in the year after the series ended, it touched a communal nerve. Snape fandom remained in turmoil for quite a while after the Lily reveal and Snape’s redemption by death (a redemption currently much disputed). At this point, 15 years down the line, perceptions of Snape have changed so drastically the fic no longer has that cathartic effect, if that’s what it was. Readers are less inclined to be consoled or sympathetic. But the chutzpah of putting Lily’s voice at the center - of turning her into a Snarry shipper, to be flippant about it - well, I’m still surprised I pulled it off. And this fic, like Rose & Fire above, vibrates with so much of my joy in fandom at the time, love for my OTP, for the stories being written about them, for the exuberant emotional engagement on all sides, that I'll always be able to dip into it and be transported back to that creative ferment and sense of belonging. I think it’s one of my best fics, but my love for it goes deeper than its relative worth as a story. It’s a memento of one of the best periods of my life.

Now things get tricky. I’m pretty sure the five, arrrgh, five WIPs I’m working on would be eligible for this list, but since at this stage only I can know what makes them favorites, I have to make other choices. And I haven’t written very many fics, you see.

3 & 4. In Infinite Remorse of Soul (Snape/Dumbledore, Snape/Harry-ish) and And Mine the Gall (concluding the Dumbledore arc from the earlier story, and going further with the Snape/Harry-ish mess) - I put these together because they were conceived as a single narrative, but In Infinite Remorse was written for a fest with a word count limit, so I posted the rest of it as a separate fic. Which turned out to be the right choice since the second fic is the darkest thing I’ve ever written. These linked stories were inspired by Dumbledore’s words to Snape in The Prince’s Tale - “You disgust me” - and how he condescends to and sometimes makes a fool of Snape in the books, when the poor bastard is simply trying to abide by Dumbledore’s expectations. Dumbledore is a fascinating character, but his lack of generosity toward Snape - his tendency to treat Snape’s moral worth as disposable when it’s clearly one of the things Snape struggles with throughout his life - caught my attention. It’s a counterweight to all the examples of Dumbledore’s wisdom, his concern for other characters. Even Draco has more charity and protection bestowed on him than Dumbledore ever gives Snape. And I decided to run with that idea because surely what Snape suffers and the loyalty he demonstrates deserves more than a “Poor Severus...” afterthought. What would it have done to his soul to never once be thanked, to have Dumbledore pass over his sacrifices while lavishing time and explanations on Harry? Yes, Voldemort’s defeat depends on Harry going back to fight. But what would Snape’s reaction be to learning that Dumbledore knew of a way for Harry to survive - counted on it, in fact - and lied about it to Snape’s face? From there I decided to chart Snape’s moral collapse and his “fuck it all” desire to go after something (someone) he wants for himself - destroying every moral gain he’d so painfully acquired because in the end the authority figure who was his role model took it so much for granted he even forgot to say “thank you.” And then I went for something twisted and frightening because I think a Snape who no longer believes in anything - who feels nothing he did in his life ever actually redeemed him - would be terribly destructive.

On a less dark note, I enjoyed writing a florid and heavily metaphorical prose for Dumbledore’s POV, mostly to suggest the complex and not always praiseworthy workings of his mind. He’s one of canon’s most intelligent characters, bent up into plot contrivances for the consumption of children, and I didn’t want to rehash his canon schemes because they rely too much on coincidence and authorial fiat. (Plus: word count.) I tried to show how his calculations and his roots in the Victorian era might influence his interior monologues. As for Snape? I just enjoyed letting his worst impulses off the leash. (Some readers haaate And Mine the Gall.) (Where is my evil grin emoji?)

5. Hmm, the last choice should be split between my creepy massage kink/character study Soft Touch, but I’m feeling rather listless about that one at the moment, so No Room for the Weak it is. Another oldie, functionally a gen fic with pre-slash Snarry vibes, it evolved from my interest in Snape’s mum Eileen. Snape fans often assume she’s dead in canon, probably because she’s not referenced past a certain point in his childhood and doesn’t appear in the Spinner’s End chapter. So I wrote this fic about Eileen trying to come to grips with her son’s violent death and all the contradictory rumors clouding his reputation. It was a chance to explore what kind of mother would produce a kid like Severus and to ponder how he seems to lack any instinct for distinguishing right from wrong. His upbringing left him morally deficient - in fact, clueless. I also tried to pull off a bit of a plot twist, just to see if I could string readers along. Also, tip o’ the hat to Joy Division. Best of all, IMO, I nailed the ending. I found exactly the words I wanted, and I’m pretty confident the story earned them. (Same with The White Road. And Mine the Gall … maybe.)

#blathering about my fic #five personal favorites #self-recs #another reason to finish my wips and concentrate on short fic #I would have so much more to choose from

[arcaneacolyte]

Little Death and Taxes

Summary:

Taxes

Goddamn son of a bitch fucking taxes.

Aether rubs over his eyes one more time, the screen in front of him not getting any goddamn clearer. He sighs sharply, and ignores as best as he can the stabbing pain he gets from his ribs in return.

One stupid move and he’s out of this leg of the tour and put on tax duty.

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Aether is stuck at the ministry while the rest of his pack—sans Sunny—continue with the European Re-Imperatour. Dew sends him a video after the Ritual with the message ‘miss u’ attached.

It’s not what Aether expects it to be at all.

Pairing(s): Aether/Dew, Rain/Dew, Aether/Rain/Dew

Words: 6,615

Contains: Consensual Feminization, Crack Treated Seriously, Pet Names, Dirty Talk, Begging, Masturbation, Phone Sex, Webcam/Video Chat Sex, Dildos, Knotting, Dom/Sub, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Humiliation, Degradation, Crying, Dacryphilia, Breeding Kink, Impregnation Kink, Choking, Polyghouls, Mentions of Swiss/Dew, Sub Dew, Dom Rain, Aftercare, Safe Sane and Consensual

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Look at me, I think I’m clever with that title lol, but it was too good to resist. This fic is me playing around with the silly cracky headcanons that Aether was left behind to do taxes, but I put a little spin on it of my own. I also have wanted to do a feminization fic along with a phone sex/long distance sex fic for a while, so here we are lol.

Originally I started writing this before it was confirmed that Aether was technically no longer with the band, and I was incredibly sad about it because he’s my favorite Ghoul, but I decided that they can pry my Bigguns Boy from my cold, dead hands.

I don’t know how Rain got in there. He originally wasn’t intended to be, but once I thought of it, I knew I needed to add him lol.

Also a reminder that my versions of the Ghouls have no connection to the artists that play them. They’re demons summoned to be in a silly Satanic rock band and are polyamorous little goobers in between.

Unbeta’d, so if anything is weird or wrong, please let me know and I will fix it!

Read below the cut or on AO3 if you prefer that.

Taxes.

Goddamn son of a bitch fucking taxes .

Aether rubs over his eyes one more time, the screen in front of him not getting any goddamn clearer. He sighs sharply, and ignores as best as he can the stabbing pain he gets from his ribs in return.

One stupid move and he’s out of this leg of the tour and put on tax duty.

Aether makes a face at himself. Well…..that’s not exactly how it had gone down.

He was trying to be helpful, really. Trying to help bring something heavy down a tall ladder for a Sister of Sin too small to get it herself, and of course, in his deep-seated need to be useful , he had unfortunately misstepped and slipped off the ladder. 

At the time he thought that the Sister was going to actually have a heart attack, however many pounds of sturdy ghoul and what else landing to the ground with a cacophonous crash right in front of her, and while Aether was able to calm her down with assurances that he was ok and walk away from the encounter, it was more than his pride that was wounded.

Three broken ribs. Broken enough that if he breathed too deeply or moved his body too quickly, a sharp stabbing pain would steal his breath right back and leave him lightheaded.

One might think that being a Quintessence Ghoul, he’d be able to heal himself right up no problem. However the thing about Quintessence Healing, was that it was a lot easier to use it on someone else rather than yourself, and every time Aether had tried, that sharp pain had racked his body enough that he couldn’t do anything more than alleviate it to where it wasn’t feeling like he was actually being stabbed.

He didn’t heal enough before the tour, and with an obviously heavy heart, Papa had made the hard decision to find a replacement rhythm guitarist for the opening leg of the Re-Imperatour. 

There’s no ill will towards the Quintessence Ghoul that they summoned to replace him, dubbed ‘Phantom’ by the fans, and Aether even wondered how the slighter Quintessence Ghoul felt about the whole thing, being put on tour so soon after summoning. Aether had scrolled through many videos of those first few Ritual nights, watching the rest of his pack playing without him.

He’d be lying if he said it didn’t hurt to be away from them.

He’d be lying if he said that he wasn’t afraid it was going to be permanent.

Dewdrop had taken it the hardest of course. They were mates, and mandatory separation just wasn’t something they did . Every day before they left for the tour Aether watched Dew’s frown grow deeper and deeper, and it actually took a serious conversation from Aether to convince Dew to leave with the rest of their pack. Sex, kisses, and a few dozen promises to heal as fast as possible, so he could get back on the road with them where he belongs. 

Get back next to Dewdrop where he belongs.

At least he has Sunny, who had come down with basically the Ghoul equivalent of a bad flu, and was also replaced by another Ghoulette since it was determined she wasn’t in touring shape either. 

Ignoring the different stab of pain at the face of being unable to help Sunny because of his own injury, Aether tries his best to return his focus back on the computer screen in front of him.

Right. Taxes.

Goddamnit.

He once again curses his innate need to be helpful, and pushes back the voice in his head that reminds him how easily he can be replaced if he doesn’t show his worth. 

When Sister Imperator had asked him if he would be willing to help her with something light while he was healing, he had metaphorically jumped on the chance. Showing initiative and a willingness to continue to serve and all that.

All it had gotten him was a dozen file folders jammed packed full of receipts and an order to categorize all of them and make sure every expense the band had made in the past year was accounted for. Aether didn’t even know until now that they even did taxes, but that’s what you get for having an incredibly profitable metal band as your way of turning the world towards Satan. No way to turn this into a non-profit now.

So he’s been working on the goddamn receipts for days now, almost a week, and he can feel a migraine preparing itself in the back of his eyes. It’s late, and he should probably crawl back into his nest, but it just smells like him and Dew, and without his little Fire Ghoul there to snuggle up against, it hurts almost as much as his ribs do.

Besides, he wants to stay up late enough to text and maybe call Dew, something they've been doing since the tour started. Dewdrop tells him the stupid shenanigans he and the rest of their pack have gotten up to on and off the stage, and Aether tells him how good he looks and how much doing taxes sucks and how Sunny is feeling. It’s all painfully domestic and Aether would enjoy it more were it not for the fact that he should be right along with them, and would know everything Dew was telling him already because he was there to experience it.

The spreadsheet on the computer isn’t making any more sense now than it was a few minutes ago, and Aether decides that he can at least take a break. Checking the time, he notices that it’s a little past the usual time that Dew tells him that the band is either back on the road heading towards the next Ritual, or spending a night in a hotel before they head off again in the morning. He reaches for his phone that he placed on the corner of his desk earlier, and looks to see if he has any messages.

There’s a couple of Snapchats probably from his other packmates, some other social media notifications, but the Quintessence Ghoul smiles when he sees that he has a text from Dew.

From: ~🔥Spitfire🔥~ ‘miss u’ There’s a video attached to the message, and even though the preview is black, Aether’s smile widens. Probably Dew just saying some stupid shit like, “You better call me as soon as you get this, asshole. Don’t leave me waiting or I’ll fall asleep on your ass.”

Without thinking, he clicks play on the video, and while it’s definitely from Dewdrop. It’s not what he expected at all .

He’d recognize that lithe body and that fall of straw blonde hair anywhere…..but what he doesn’t quite recognize, is the clothing he’s wearing. On second thought, the black strips of cloth covering him could hardly be described as clothing , and they’re hardly covering anything in the first place.

Aether watches, rapt as the video continues, and more and more and more details start to register.

Dew's cock it out for one; it takes an embarrassingly long time for that to click, but the rest of what’s going on in the video is so damn attention grabbing he can hardly be blamed can he?

The black strip of fabric that could hardly even be called a tube top stretches over Dew's chest, but the Quintessence Ghoul can still see the ring piercings bulging the fabric, leaving little to nothing to the imagination, and it’s almost more scandalous than if he were wearing nothing.

A black skirt is hiked up onto the Fire Ghoul’s hips, so much pale skin on display that it makes Aether dizzy and swallow as his eyes roam. 

It’s strange how it takes him this long to realize that Dewdrop's head is not in the video, at least not all of it, but there are moments where his chin dips into the frame of the camera, and bright, fang bitten lips give him a flash of red that makes his cock jerk within his sweats.

Then it finally hits him all at once. 

Dew sent him a video of himself jerking off. 

Aether scrambles now to turn the volume up on his phone, hands already sweating as he starts the video over from the beginning, praying to Lucifer that he can take everything in from the very start with sound.

And oh Belial is there sound . Aether watches, clutching his phone so hard, as if he were afraid to drop it and miss something. 

“Aeth~”

In the video, an arm covered in black fabric all the way to his bicep reaches down and grabs his cock between his kneeling knees, the flushed tip of it aimed at the camera, making Aether swallow roughly at the sudden and gripping urge to get that cute, hard little cock on his tongue. It always fits so well, just enough to be a comfortable and sinful little mouthful. 

The tinny moans that come out of the Fire Ghoul’s mouth over the phone speakers are already driving Aether crazy, having not heard them in so, so, long. The Quintessence Ghoul swears, and adjusts his hard cock in his sweats, unable to stop himself from giving one hard squeeze and stroke. Just to take the edge off, he swears. 

Eyes rapt, Aether watches in awe as Dew continues to run a hand steadily up and down his cock, pace very unlike himself. Usually when Dewdrop gets a hand on himself, as hard as he is right now, he’s pumping slick fingers up and down at a breakneck pace, trying to rush himself into orgasm since he’s not the type of Ghoul to deny himself any pleasure unless someone is making him.

Then he hears it, somewhere off screen, sounding like it’s coming from behind the camera.

“Go on now, don’t be shy, Firelily…..show him…..”

It’s Rain’s voice.

Aether nearly chokes on his own saliva at the harsh throbbing kick that his cock makes, the front of his sweats already starting to soak with pre-come. He doesn’t even have to look down to know that it’s true.

He also doesn’t have much time to ponder or even really even reflect on what Rain could possibly mean by, “show him” before he’s getting his answer, and what he sees makes him scramble to reach down and push his goddamn sweats and underwear out of the way and get the first real grip to his cock. The pleasure overwhelms him for a second and he closes his eyes, relishing in the feeling before snapping his eyes back open. His thumb taps quickly on the video to run it back a few seconds just so he can watch it again.

It takes a few seconds for Dew to actually do as Rain asked, but those few moments of anticipation make the reveal all worth it.

Dew whines, and sits up nice and tall on his knees instead of sitting back on them, and a dildo the same shade of his clothes comes into view. Thick, probably oh so long, and wet .

Aether can’t help but send a silent thank you down to Satan that that was one of the Water Ghoul traits Dewdrop had kept after his transition to Fire, because the idea that Dew could be ready to take anything up his ass without lube if you got him horny enough never failed to make Aether’s eyes nearly cross in pleasure. 

Straining to keep his eyes open, Aether clicks the volume up on his phone a few more notches and continues to watch, uncaring now how his cock is out in the open and how he’s furiously stroking himself as he watches. Anyone could walk in on him at this exact moment and he wouldn’t even give a damn. He probably wouldn’t even look away, because nothing was more important to him in this moment than watching Dew poised with a dildo part-way in him, hand still stroking his cock in that teasing manner; the pain in his ribs doesn’t even register to him anymore as he waits for Rain’s instruction.

And what an instruction it is.

“What do we say for Aether, Sweetheart?” The tone is sickeningly sweet, and Aether can easily imagine the equally saccharine smile that plays across Rain’s features even though he’s nowhere to be found in the video itself.

Dew whines, and Aether pulls the phone closer to his face, watching with greedy violet eyes as the Fire Ghoul’s thighs quiver. How long has Rain had him riding on that dildo? Had he even let Dewdrop rise up from where the dildo fills him until that exact moment? What events led to Rain recording Dew and having the pale little Ghoul send it to him with the caption ‘miss u’ like it was some innocent little message? 

Clearly the devious Water Ghoul had been stirring up Dew for a long while, because the whines and moans that slip out of his mouth, sometimes with a visual counterpart, are shaky and wild and wet . Dewdrop only gets that way when he’s been teased for a long time. 

Has Rain been teasing him since before they arrived at the hotel? Since before they performed their ritual? Aether swears under his breath, accelerating the rate of his own stroking, panting harshly through parted lips. There’s so much he doesn’t know that he should know, and the fact that he isn’t in that hotel watching this live, stuck here doing taxes of all goddamn things, causes him to curse again.

Pre-come drips over his knuckles, the wet sound of his stroking amplifying as he hears Rain ask again, less nicely this time, what Dew is supposed to say.

What— oh Lucifer in Hell — what is he supposed to say ? The Quintessence Ghoul would be waiting with bated breath were he not wringing his cock with abandon now, twisting his wrist on the upstroke and dragging harder on the downstroke; pulling at his foreskin and exposing the head of his cock as another large pearl of pre-come trickles out of him and over his knuckles, adding to the mess that he’s making of himself.

Finally, Dew speaks, his chin to his chest and his mouth in view of the camera. Aether’s eyes snap to it.

“Miss your big, fat cock in my ass--”

“ Ah-ah! ” Rain admonishes with a displeased click of his tongue, and the pathetic little squeaking keen Dew utters makes Aether dizzy .

Dew swallows and tries again, his legs trembling with fervor now. Swallowing roughly himself, Aether can just imagine how much the pretty, pale little Ghoul in front of him wants to slam his hips back down onto that dildo and ride, ride, ride until he’s come all over himself.

“Miss your big fat cock in my c- cunt ,” Dew says, and Aether nearly blacks out from how quickly he grabs the base of his dick to stop himself from coming right then and there.

In his delirium and almost orgasm, Aether hears Rain coo, “ Good girl…. ”

Aether has to double his efforts to not come his fucking brains out.

It’s not something Dew and Aether do together do all that often, or really ever , but the Quintessence Ghoul has heard from many sources— read: Swiss and a bit from Rain himself —that when Dew gets desperate enough, he really likes it when you do everything to point out how small and pretty and delicate he looks. How much like a pretty girl he looks. When you put him in an outfit that really makes the scene that much more real to him, and get him so horny and dropped into subspace, he’ll admit how much he likes being someone’s baby girl . He doesn’t have to be a big, tough, prickly Fire Ghoul. He can be pretty and sweet and treated oh so kindly as well as oh so meanly.

But that kind of play is usually reserved for Swiss and Rain. Not for Aether. Sure, Aether calls him pretty and sweet, but he’s never made Dewdrop use that kind of language for himself. He’s never made Dew wear an outfit like this—there’s fishnets on his legs, fucking Hell— but hearing it over those speakers makes Aether yearn to hear it live, and the curses of being left behind once again as he throws his head back might as well be shouted from the rooftops with how vehemently he spits it.

“I miss it…..I need it~”

Aether keys back into the video and once again taps it back a few seconds. There is no way in any of the circles of Hell he’s going to miss a single goddamn thing in this video.

“And what do we say about Aether’s cock, Babygirl ?” Rain asks, sounding closer to the camera now, as if he were standing just off to the side of Dew. The part of his chin that Aether can see is turned away from the camera slightly, and he must be right because suddenly, a familiar hand comes into the frame and grips at Dew's throat, causing a choked off moan to croak out of the Fire Ghoul.

Then, the camera suddenly moves, and Aether’s eyes widen and his mouth gapes as the camera is pulled up and aimed directly at Dew's face, and really, Aether can do nothing more than start pulling at his cock again at the vision that Dew makes.

He’s been crying, of course he’s been crying. But this isn’t the ordinary cry that he sometimes pulls out of Dewdrop when Aether Doms him. 

Black streaks of mascara run down his cheeks, his eyes glassy and filled with tears and frustration and rapture , so deep in subspace that he seems like he doesn’t even have it in himself to be embarrassed about Rain exposing his face. Some strands of hair are plastered to the side of his temples and neck; one adamant piece stuck to his lips, making him look all the more wild. And oh , his lips. That redness that Ather had caught glimpses of before wasn’t from Dew biting them, or at least, not just from Dew biting them. Pretty berry red lip gloss covers his mouth, and Lucifer, even his mustache is gone, his upper lip shaved smooth and pretty, probably just how Rain wanted him.

Speaking of the Water Ghoul, his hand is still clasped around Dew's throat, and Aether watches as it tightens just enough as Dew moans out. 

“I miss it…..I need it~”

He’s so close to coming again, he can feel it deep in his hips, the all consuming want to come. Yet another part of Aether wants to drag it out, to see how this video ends, to come when Dew comes, if he does get to come, and that idea just drags another moan out of him as he strokes a little harder. 

It takes a monumental amount of willpower to remove his hand from his cock, the head flushed and purple, wet. Aether imagines for a frantic second it’s wet because of Dew's slick, and the mental image actually makes his eyes roll back this time.

“Well…..” Rain says lowly, camera still aimed at Dewdrop's flushed face, and it seems that the Fire Ghoul has grasped at some modicum of brain cells, because his eyes are looking away from Rain, but that doesn’t stop the low grade whine that he’s got going on in his throat.

The throat that Rain decides to actually squeeze now, the indents of his fingers very clear as they grip at the sides of the sweet little Fire Ghoul’s neck.

“Eyes on me or you’re not getting anything,” Rain enunciates carefully, and Dew's eyes seem to do as commanded before the Ghoul himself can even recognize that the action is done. Aether still can’t see the Water Ghoul’s face, but he hears that sickly sweet tone again. “That’s it, Babygirl . I know how much of a dumb bimbo you become when your cunt is filled with cock, but you need to pay attention.” 

Fuck, it should not turn on Aether to hear Rain be condescending to Dew as much as it does, but he can’t help the way his cock kicks and hits his belly, leaving a wet mark behind on his t-shirt. He grips the arm of his chair with his free hand to stave off the gnawing all consuming urge to pump and pump and pump his cock until he comes everywhere. He hasn’t felt the need to come this much is so fucking long. 

A terrible pang of loneliness hits him then, and he chomps onto his bottom lip to give himself anything to focus on other than the sheer longing he has to be with the two ghouls in the video.

“’M not a bimbo……” Dew replies weakly, and Aether draws a deep breath in sympathy for the choked tone. 

The condescending laugh Rain lets out shouldn’t sound so good to Aether’s ears.

“Oh?” Rain’s voice is innocent, before he seems to lean in and get incredibly close to Dew's ear. "Then why are you trembling so hard like it’s taking all of your brain and willpower to prevent yourself from bouncing on the fake cock splitting your soaking little pussy open?” He hisses.

All Dewdrop can do is keen wantonly at the dirty talk, his tears filled eyes rolling shut, making said tears slip down his face and wet his cheeks anew, his glossy red mouth open and panting. He finally seems to find his words, because he whines, “Because you told me not to….”

Rain takes pity on him then, or seems to, because he lets out a long suffering sigh. “Oh, I suppose you’re right….for once…..you have been a particularly good little girl for me tonight…..” He removes his hand from Dew's throat, and the Fire Ghoul gasps out a full breath, but that’s all he gets before Rain is leaning in close again. “Is it because you know I’m going to make you send this video to Aether? Is it because you wanna be a good slut for him?” He asks, conspiratorially.  

Oh. Oh no.

That thought hadn’t occurred to Aether. Is this a special version of Dewdrop that’s only happening because Rain decided to involve Aether?

Rain doesn’t get an answer from Dew, and neither does Aether, because at that exact moment, the video stops.

His phone is ringing.

The name on the caller ID makes him swipe furiously and answer it, halfway—ok, probably a lot more than halfway—delirious with arousal and indignation and longing and a myriad of other things he doesn’t have the spare brain cells to name as he croaks and speaks for the first time in what feels like hours.

“ What the fuck ? ”

“Ah, so you did get it, good,” Rain replies. So nonchalant, as if he didn’t help send Aether enough wank fodder to supply him for the next century . “With how long it was taking you to respond, I was almost afraid you were asleep.”

Aether growls into the phone, and Rain actually laughs, apparently endlessly pleased. The Quintessence Ghoul always knew he was a mean, sneaky little thing when he wanted to be, and the very clear mirth in his voice just proves it. 

“ What the fuck ?” Aether repeats, and Rain chuckles again, clearly amused.

“Didn’t think it’d get you this riled up, big guy…..”

A soft sound breaks over Rain’s end of the phone, and Aether hears Rain pull himself away from the speaker to say. “You hush or you’ll get nothing .”

A wave of arousal hits Aether so hard he almost gets vertigo. “He’s still—?” He starts to ask, gritted through his teeth, and Rain finishes the sentence for him.

“Waiting and whining like a little bitch in heat? Yeah, she is.”

Aether chokes on a moan. “F-fuck, Rain.”

Rain just laughs more. “You wanna see?”

Growling, Aether can’t help but reach for his cock again and squeeze . 

“I’ll take that as a yes,” is the smarmy reply from the Water Ghoul. Aether hears movement on Rain’s side of the line again, and wonders what the fuck is happening before Rain answers simply for him. “Turn video call on.”

Aether nearly drops his phone pulling it away from his face to do just that. Thank Satan below he doesn’t, and he thanks Satan again as the video call connects, Rain’s camera pointed directly at the object of Aether’s desire.

Dewdrop is poised right where Aether had left off in the video, but has fallen apart even more. His legs are actually truly shaking with the effort he seems to be exerting. His face is bowed, until Rain says, “Babygirl,” and Dew's head wearily looks up. Even more of his hair is plastered to his messy face, but Aether thinks he’s fucking beautiful and he can’t help but growl, which makes Dew's head snap to attention now.

He whines, and Rain replies. “That’s right, he’s finally here…..”

Dewdrop sobs. Honest to Lucifer sobs . “ Aether ~” He cries loudly, like the Quintessence Ghoul has been the key to his salvation this entire time. And oh, how utterly blasphemous that thought is.

“I’m here, Firelily,” he groans, stroking faster, unable to help himself because while the video was great , this is happening in real time. And while it would be even better— right even—for him to be there, this is the next best thing. “What do you need?”

When Dew takes more than a second or two to answer, Rain replies, the camera approaching closer to the delicate and worn out little Fire Ghoul. And oh , how pretty he is with his trembling thighs and rock hard cock sticking out from that slutty little skirt. Aether can see the fishnet stockings better, and he doesn’t think he’ll be able to look at feminine clothing without imagining what Dew would look like in them for a long time. “Well, he asked you a question, didn’t he?”

Dew sobs again, his breath hitching as he wails, probably loud enough for the hotel neighbors to hear, but in his current state doesn’t seem to care about. “I need your cock— uhhngh — Aether! —I-I need to c-come ~!”

Aether just growls more, eyes unable to look away from the pathetic little display, on how Dew's cock kicks at his own confession, how his hands grip the bed sheets to his sides, white knuckle.

Rain must be a goddamn mind reader , because he proudly says. “I’ve been making her wait since she sent that video to you.”

Dew whines and screws his eyes shut at the pronouns, but doesn’t protest, opening them again after a few long seconds.

“ Good girl~ ”

It comes out of Aether’s mouth without permission, but once it’s out he can’t find that he regrets it with how Dewdrop reacts. He wails again, more tears streaming down his face, his cock absolutely pouring out pre-come. The Quintessence Ghoul bets that if the camera angle were different, he’d be able to see Dew's slick drooling and dripping down the dildo still perched inside him, not deep enough to satisfy at all .

Rain nearly cackles. “Hear that, Pretty Girl? Well….I think we can finally move to the main event.” He moves, and Aether hears him shuffle onto the bed, front and center across from Dew, and the big Ghoul growls again to see that he was right, the dildo is absolutely covered , as are the sheets below the trembling Fire Ghoul. 

“Go on Princess….” Rain growls himself. “Show and Tell time…..”

Dew nearly ragdolls in relief as he finally, finally sits back down on the dildo, and the near shrieking moan would have Aether worried about noise complaints normally, but right now? He couldn’t give two flying fucks. He watches as Dew starts to bounce, riding and wailing and moaning and sobbing . Aether strokes along with his pace, and he can just about pretend that this beautiful creature is riding him, that he’s actually making Dew that wanton, that desperate .

“Tell him what you really want, Princess,” Rain commands, and Dew doesn’t even think to disobey him.

“Want you to knot in-in my pussy, Aeth—oh fuck ~” He whines and throws his head back, a fountain of hair flying behind him at the motion, bouncing on the dildo with true abandon now. However, he seems to remember some rule that Aether was never privy to and brings his head back forward, his face partially hidden by the straw colored strands that follow, but glassy, tear filled eyes stare right at the camera, practically into Aether’s soul. “Fill it up….m-make it—make it catch. ”

Aether can’t keep his mouth shut after that. How could he? How absolutely could he with the vision in front of him now? With Dewdrop pleading so sweetly, riding the simulacrum of his cock so desperately?

He lets loose utter filth. Praises Dew , tells him what a pretty girl he is, what a perfect little bimbo Princess he’s being. How good he was following Rain’s orders, and how amazing he looks, strung out in wanton abandon but still wanting more, more, more. The Quintessence Ghoul can feel his knot starting to inflate, something he hasn’t felt since before his pack members left, and he growls sharply, his fangs showing, and he knows that Dew sees them by how he tilts his head back and to the side, offering his neck, offering his submission. Aether feels a little bit of drool slide out of his mouth at the thought of sinking his teeth into that plump little scent gland, drowning himself in pheremones until he’s fucking drunk with it, but he doesn’t care. All that matters is coming and making the perfect little Ghoul in front of him come his stupid whore brains out.

“Gonna come—” he warns with a grunt, the feeling of his arousal along with the vision Dew makes rocketing him so very close to the edge.

“Yeah—you gonna knot her little pussy? Gonna knock her up?”

If Aether had the wherewithal, he’d notice Rain panting, but he just continues to fuck his fist, determined to come, needing it more than he feels like he needs to breathe.

And he agrees, agrees with Rain and tells Dew so. “Gonna knot— need to knot. Gonna tie so tight in your cunt, Baby…it’ll— fuck —you’ll be so full of me…..”

“Need it, need it, need it~! ” Dew all but shrieks, slamming himself down on the dildo so hard it’s actually shaking the bed, probably knocking the frame against the wall. If Aether were there, really doing this to him, the same thing probably would be happening anyway, so Aether can’t find it in himself to care, not when he’s this close.

And he is close, and he tells Dewdrop so. “Close…..almost there, Baby….here it comes— here it comes !”

“ Come in me—Come in my cunt~! ”

With that, and a particularly hard squeeze to his knot by his own hand, Aether does. He growls sharply, loudly into the speaker, and Dew slams the dildo home one more time before they’re both coming, shouting each other's names as if their infernal lives depend on it.

Their subsequent orgasms seems to last forever, Aether coming all over his shirt and his sweats, Dew coming without a single touch to his fucking dick, as if all he really needed was a cock in his ass to come so fucking hard. Aether’s cock gives another sharp kick at that, and he groans again, feeling the swell of his knot and squeezing it again, pretending for just another moment that it actually was buried deep inside Dew.

The comedown from the orgasm seems to last an eternity as well, but finally, the fog of arousal begins to clear from Aether’s mind, followed quickly by a deep loneliness. Yes, he just quite possibly had one of the best orgasms of his infernal life , but he wasn’t actually with Dewdrop and Rain, and as he watches Rain reach for Dew from behind the camera, cup his face and praise him heartily—the sweetness in his tone real this time—the Quintessence Ghoul can’t help but sigh and shut his eyes. 

His attention is brought back to Rain saying his name, and he opens his eyes again to see Rain has turned the camera on himself. 

“Hey, I’m gonna do some cleanup and aftercare with him and then we’ll call you back, ok? It’s easier to do it without holding the camera….” His tone seems apologetic, but Aether offers him a weak smile.

“Go ahead, I gotta do some cleanup myself,” he glances down at his soaked shirt, tucks himself back into his sweats with a small grimace, and Rain laughs, this time not a tinge of cruelty in it.

“Sounds good, I’ll call back ASAP, ok?”

Aether tries not to let the sting in his heart affect his smile. “Alright, talk to you soon.”

His phone goes dark as the call ends. 

Once it does, he realizes it’s the only light in the room, the laptop in front of him long asleep. Aether sighs, sets the phone face down on the desk, leans back in the chair, closes his eyes, and just lets himself wallow.

He misses his pack, he misses their scents, their laughter not played through a tinny electronic speaker. He misses dinners and rituals and touching them and—

Aether paws at the tear that slips out. 

Goddamnit.

There’s no one to blame but himself, and he sighs, sadness turning into anger and frustration at himself, and he moves, flicking on the desk lamp and reaching more vigorously for the box of tissues than he needs to, and that’s when his injured ribs seem to reawaken and remind him even more of his stupid mistake.

He tries to clean himself up as well as he can, but quickly finds it’s a lost damn cause and simply sheds his shirt, allowing it to fall to the floor. It caught the most of his orgasm anyways. He dutifully ignores his bruised torso in favor of shoving the dirtied tissues into the garbage. 

Reaching up and rubbing at his face, he tries to stave off an oncoming headache. Sighing, he stands and moves, taxes altogether forgotten. He’s going to go lie down and wait.

Shuffling towards the bathroom, he rids himself of his stained sweats and underwear, uses the toilet, and downs one and a half glasses of water before padding to his wardrobe to change into something soft and clean.

He grabs his phone from the desk and approaches his nest, flopping down onto it and hissing when his ribs protest. He tells them to shut up and tries to get as comfortable as he can alone in his sea of blankets and pillows.

He tries not to stare at the blank screen, tries not to turn it on too often to see how time has passed. He knows aftercare is important and it can take a while, especially after an intense and probably long scene like that one, but he can’t help but be antsy, waiting and waiting for the phone to ring.

It does, eventually, and Aether accepts the video call on the second ring. Once the camera connects, his heart melts.

It’s an overhead view of Rain and Dew snuggled in the hotel bed, white sheets pooled around them. Dew's  whole face is buried into Rain’s neck, and Aether tries not to speak too loud. He looks asleep.

He also tries not to be disappointed in that.

“How’d it go?” He asks.

Rain smiles and shifts, getting more comfortable. “Pretty good…..” he then hesitates and Aether frowns softly. “He kept asking for you for a bit….”

Aether’s eyes shut and they both share a little private moment of agony. “Yeah?” he croaks, opening his eyes.

Rain nods, finally settling into what seems like the perfect cuddle position. Aether tries fiercely not to be jealous. “But I let him know we were gonna call you after we were done cleaning up.”

It strikes Aether suddenly, that throughout that entire encounter, he didn’t see Rain come. His frown deepens. That wasn’t fair, was it?

“Are you? Did you—?” 

It comes lamely out of his mouth, and this time he internally thanks Rain for his somehow mysterious ability to read minds when he needs to because he smiles and shakes his head.

“I’m alright,” he says from where he’s pressed into Dewdrop's hair. “He got me off several times before we even got the dildo in….isn’t that right?” He aims the question at the Ghoul cuddled into him, kissing at that wild straw hair, and Dew grumbles, nipping at the gills at Rain’s neck before turning his eyes towards the camera. His face is clear of makeup, but his eyes are still red, as is his nose, and he sniffs a little bit. 

Aether can’t help himself. “Hi, baby….” he coos softly, and the Fire Ghoul trills back at him, pressing his face into Rain’s neck again, but keeping one eye open and on the camera.

A flash of pain clenches Aether’s heart. “Wish I was there with you,” he admits pathetically.

Dew makes a noise at that. “Heal faster,” he demands, his voice rough and funny sounding with his cheek smooshed into Rain’s collarbone.

The Water Ghoul rolls his eyes. “Take your time ,” he says, nudging Dew, who simply scoffs.

They sit in silence for a long moment, enjoying the company however they can share it, before Dew whispers. “Miss you….”

Aether’s heart breaks all over again. “Miss you too, Firefly….”

The silence isn’t quite as enjoyable after that. Dewdrop yawns after a while, and Rain sighs, defeated. “It’s late,” he admits, even though they all know it is. They should get on with it. They should go to bed because they probably have to get on the road tomorrow, and Aether, well, he’s got piles of receipts to attend to. However it becomes increasingly obvious that none of them want to hang up, especially when Dew whines softly in protest when Rain suggests they go to sleep.

The Water Ghoul bites his lip. “Here, how about this….” and he starts to move, making Dew protest again. Rain simply shushes him and shuffles them onto their sides, propping the phone up on the bed so Aether can see the both of them. They look so comfortable, and Aether yearns . “Tell us about your day,” Rain says softly, nudging Dewdrop, who watches Aether with tired yet fond eyes. 

And Aether does exactly that, trying to think of anything to talk about to keep the call going. In turn, Dew—mostly Rain if they’re being honest—tells him about their day, fills him in on the tour, the rest of their pack members, until even Aether starts to fall asleep in the middle of a sentence. 

“Miss you,” he says. The two Ghouls on the other line rumble in agreement. “Love you,” he adds.

“Love you too,” Rain replies easily. Dew stays quiet, and Aether tries not to let it hurt him.

“See you next time you come home…..” he says instead, not quite remembering when that will be, but it’s the sentiment that counts, that keeps him going. 

Rain and Dew mumble agreements, but again, no one reaches to turn off the call. They just stare at one another, until Aether finally loses the battle and his eyes slip closed, the last thing he sees before he drops off into sleep is Dewdrop mouthing—

“I love you.”

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[theluckywizard]

happy fridayyyy lucky! how about “Pretending to be happy is exhausting.” for Rose??

Ohhh thanks, Niri! I'm using this one for the opener of my cracky fluff smut fic where Garrett Hawke and Rose Trevelyan are fixed up by their enterprising mothers. This would be 'Chapter 1'.

For @dadrunkwriting

WC: 1273

Rating: Gen

Summary: Alsatia Trevelyan wants her daughter to marry. Her friend Leandra Hawke wants to see her son happily settled. Neither Rose nor Hawke are interested in being matched. :smirkyyyy:

Chapter 1

Rose Trevelyan fidgets inside the prison of a gown her mother Alsatia’s selected for her, her stay poking her with a sort of punishing savagery. It’s a nice color at least, Maker knows she’s made some horrific choices in past for these sorts of things: constructions in wildly patterned puce and umber that call up visions of drapery from the last age. Even her fiery red hair is tugged and combed and pinned into a coif as staid as the gown— pinched and proper, every bit of herself smoothed away under a polished veneer.

Kirkwall imposes itself upon the pair as they lean to look out the carriage. Ancient Tevinter statues that evoke a brutal history, monolithic buildings that climb high from the Waking Sea which sloshes in filthy hues from the refuse and sewage that spills into it. The carriage winds slowly from the docks up through the undesirable parts of the city, teeming with too many people who watch the carriage ascend toward Hightown with derision.

“I wish they would hurry up,” mutters Alsatia, fiddling with her delicate kidskin gloves anxiously.

“Oh I’m sorry, Mother, are the unwashed masses making you nervous?” asks Rose. “Didn’t you tell me that Leandra lived in these parts before her son restored her fortunes?”

“Well it’s not as though she wanted to be down here any more than I do,” retorts Alsatia. 

“And wasn’t she a Blight refugee? From a humble life in Ferelden she chose for herself? I’m amazed you ever managed to become friends in the first place.”

“Hush, Rose,” says the elder Trevelyan, drawing her furs tighter around her neck.

“It’s true. You can be an unbelievable snob,” presses Rose. “But maybe you weren’t so stuffy back in the day.”

“Polish up that mouth of yours,” she warns her.

“Or what? He won’t make me an ill-fated offer of marriage?” she asks. Alsatia’s frosty eyes land on her daughter’s with a determination that matches her daughter’s flippant resistance. “Truly though. Isn’t he some sort of swashbuckling treasure hunter? I’d be amazed if he cared.”

“He’s richer than the Maker and an Amell and you will do your best to make a favorable impression.”

“I thought he was a Hawke.”

“The name doesn’t matter as much as the lineage.”

Rose slumps back and huffs a sigh. Aside from Alsatia’s industrious pursuit of an advantageous match for her daughter, she knows it’s all a clever plot to avoid her father’s family who descends upon Swinley House each Satinalia and treats her low born mother with thinly veiled contempt. This time Rose is to be introduced to the son of her old friend Leandra Amell, who famously absconded to Fereldan with an apostate mage. The upper crust never forgets these sorts of things. Rose certainly knows that.

Rose has no illusions about her own dwindling appeal. A whole twenty five years old, with a catastrophic flop of an engagement that rocked the Marcher aristocracy under her belt and a handful of rejected marriage offers that trail behind her like a foul stench. And now she’s being fixed up with a Fereldan man rumored to be as wild as he is handsome and as ill-bred as he is rich. 

“You will take this seriously, Rose. I know you are not keen on the cloister. You’d have security. A good home. Maker knows Leandra would dote on you.”

Rose snorts to herself. Together they’d make one proper noble.

Not to mention the obvious mage blood he must carry. Perhaps they can bond over that mark against them.

“Mother. I know.”

“I’ll never understand why you fight this so hard. It certainly doesn’t help that your father indulges you with that bow. You're becoming coarse around the edges.”

“I just want to be my own woman. In my own home. I don’t want to have to pretend. It’s exhausting. Sod it all.”

“You’ve always been hopelessly idealistic,” mutters Alsatia, glancing out the window, her breath fogging against the glass even in the mild Kirkwall winter. “It looks like we’re nearly there. The views from up here are rather breathtaking, don’t you think? And Hightown. It looks as fine as it ever did.”

Rose cranes to look, the views across the harbor between pristine marble buildings rather divine considering. 

And at least she’s getting out of Ostwick.

oOo

Hawke pulls on the warm wool doublet his mother Leandra’s had fitted for him, admiring how well it looks in the mirror. A deep blue gray that complements his sky colored eyes. Maybe he’d wear it around town. He’s quite pleased with it, really. At least until he notices the geometric lines of the Amell crest embossed into each leather fastening.

“You really have a thing about this crest, don’t you?” he notes, looking over his shoulder at his mother who squeezes both his arms and tucks her chin around him. 

“I do,” says Leandra, gazing up at her son in the mirror. “And you should too. It’s yours as well.”

He feels a hand ruffling in the shaggy chestnut colored hair behind his ears.

“You should have trimmed this mess before today,” she scolds him.

“I’ll tie it back if you want. But I’m sure they expect me to be a slobbering dog lord. I doubt a proper hair cut would change their opinion,” says Hawke. “And no offense, Mother, but the Marcher aristocracy is nothing short of a horror show. I’d take an Orlesian noble over a Marcher. Then at least she’d bitch about my ill-breeding in a gorgeous language I can pretend I don’t understand.”

Leandra eyes her son sternly for approximately two seconds before it fails against the affection that surges from behind it.

“They will be staying with us. You will be on your best behavior, darling,” she says. “You’re twenty-nine now. I won’t always be around to take care of you— and I want to see you settled.”

“Tell me again how you met the love of your life through formal introductions with the offspring of your parents’ noble acquaintances,” says Hawke, he turns and kisses his mother on the top of her head easily. “Oh that’s right. You were sneaking around Kirkwall with an apostate mage claiming your funny business behind your parents’ backs. Wasn't I conceived before you got hitched?”

Leandra evades his impertinence.

“I don’t ask what you do on your own time, Garrett, darling. But I’ve seen you fritter away years pining for Aveline. She’s a dear sweet girl, but if it were meant to be—” 

“Don’t. You’ll start sounding like Varric.”

The truth of the matter twists inside him like he hasn’t already started to come to grips with it. Maybe if he hadn’t had that dream once he wouldn’t have been so inclined to like her— to believe she meant something. 

“Humor me. If you don’t like her, no harm done. At the very least it will be lovely to have company this Satinalia. So it’s not so empty.” 

He can’t argue with this. Truthfully the mansion’s felt a bit like a monstrosity since he purchased the deed. He’s taken on Orana and Bodahn and Sandal and yet the quiet is practically deafening in the absence of Carver and Bethany’s bickering and banter. Maker he missed them. 

“So what’s she like, this Rose Trevelyan?” he asks.

“She’s an accomplished lutist and harpist. Well-educated in history and politics. Speaks Orlesian and Antivan—“

Hawke drops his head to the side chidingly.

“That doesn’t tell me anything. What’s she like?”

Leandra’s expression in so inscrutable that he feels sure there’s some defect of character that his mother worries over. Either something she knows he’ll hate or something she knows the aristocracy hates.

“Mother… what’s wrong with her?”

“It’s hard for me to say as I had it from Alsatia herself. Suffice to say my friend is worried her daughter will never find a suitable match for her.”

“She’s one of those poor women then? Passed over for others time and again?”

“Actually quite the opposite. She seems to reject everyone.”

“Well that should make this easy then!” he cries, delighted to be free.

“Garrett.”

“Mother.”

“Try. I see the way you pretend to be happy for me. I want you to be happy.”

“I think it’s darling that you think marriage is going to solve that. But don’t you worry,” he says, bending to squash his mother against him inside his substantial arms. “I promise. If she can keep up with me, I’ll marry her.”

“Not even your friends can keep up with you.”

“Exactly!”

#Matchmaking AU #Garrett Hawke x Rose Trevelyan #theluckywizard #Hawke x Trevelyan #warrior!hawke #blue-purple hawke #parental matchmaking #neither of them want to get hitched #oh no!

[seiya-starsniper]

D and E for the ask game?

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t.

Ooooooo I'm gonna have to dig deep on this one anon. I generally like most pairings, and I can't think of anything in my current fandom that I'm like "nope, not for me" so hmmmmm....

--jeopardy music plays for the next 15 minutes--

AH HA I KNOW. Back when I was really into MCU, I never got into Stony the way a chunk of the fandom did. It checks all the boxes off for a fandom dynamic I love, but I just. could. not. do. it. I shipped Tony plenty with other characters, and same for Steve, but I just could not get over the mental hurdle of shipping those two characters together specifically. And I remember feeling like a kid outside a candy store whenever I'd see people posting art and/or fic for it. Still feel that way every once in a while whenever content crosses my dash.

E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom? If so, what?

Oh lord. You should ask @arialerendeair and @blueberrymffn about all the memes I've made for Colour Forecasting and posted to Discord 🤣🤣🤣

Fic wise, I wrote quite a few crack treated seriously fics for Arrowverse and for Sandman, I wrote they say our love's just like Magic which was born as a love letter to @spockandthings's MTG AU, and also because @gil212 insisted I needed to do it lmao.

[Fandom Ask Game Here!]

#seiya answers #ask game #thanks for playing!!!

[careofmagicalshippers]

39 | The Crack Chronicles (Part 1) 🤪 (Crack Ships)

w/ Crack-ship Devourer, @phenomenalasterisk

This week is all about Crack Ships! Join Nathan and Phe as they dive into 3 cracky pairings you may never have considered before, but that's crack for you! From silly, whacky Crack to Crack Treated Seriously, fanfiction dives into the silly and outlandish in ways we all love! We hope you enjoy this episode, and there may be more crack ships to come!

Featured Ships ⛵️

Argus Filch/Peeves the Poltergeist

Petunia Dursley/Minerva McGonagall

Enby Fat Friar (Alfonze)/Trans Fem Rubeus Hagrid (Hagrietta)

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#episode #care of magical shippers #harry potter #hp ships #crack ships #crackship #argus x peeves #petunia x minerva #fat friar x hagrid #enby pride #alfonze x hagrietta #trans pride

[magisterhego]

AXE maybe Y and Z if you'd like, for the fandom asks

Thank you! <3

A - Your current OTP(s)/OT3(s)/OTX(s) I have my usual ships, but nothing I'm currently actively seeking out/ having brain worms about... Because of Dracula Daily, I guess all variants of Dracula character ships, that book has such good ship potential lmao. I really should check out if there is brand new fanfic out there!

X - top 5-10 characters who are yoUR PRECIOUS BABIES AND YOU WILL DIE DEFENDING THEM I am not going to list out all my fave characters, I'm just going to add rare ones who would immediately grab my whole attention, chomping wildly at the bit, were I to ever find new content of them (some have a decent bit, some have next to none at all):

• Renfield from Dracula • Beni Gabor from The Mummy • Brother Jerome from the Cadfael book series • Strappi from Monstrous Regiment • Ayrton from Jules Verne's books • Count Dooku, Darth Plagueis, Rae Sloane, Gallius Rax, Count Vidian from Star Wars (wow, two counts!) • The Lothal imperial characters from Star Wars Rebels (Aresko, Tua, Rudor, etc., etc., Kallus and the Inquisitor to a point) • Hickey and Irving from AMC's The Terror • Silna and Henry Goodsir from AMC's The Terror (for once a good, decent duo to be soft about!) I wouldn't die defending the annoying villainous ones though, if anything I'd give an extra lil kick to their asses on their way down. E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom, if so, what Uhhh, I generally mostly add silly stuff to my fandoms anyway, but maybe this old thing? I still recall how quickly I worked to make it in the middle of the night as a gag for a Palpatine group chat - and other folks seemed to like it, too.

Y - What are your secondhand fandoms (fandoms you aren’t in personally but are tangentially familiar with because your friends/people on your dash are in them) Right now, from what I am seeing on my dashboard, I'd say it is the Andor series, House of the Dragon and Pathologic the game. I'd know next to nothing about them if not for my mutuals! :3 Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go (prompts optional but encouraged) Uhhhh.... I kind of wish fandom was a little bit slower? In the sense of the fact I can't even consume new content at the rate it speeds at today, let alone create for it.

Also, I think niche topic content creators, like the kind of people who spend time to write up seriously good, seriously-treated fanfic of weird little crack pairings, or people who learn knitting from scratch just to make a piece of clothing with their fave character or something, are the cornerstone of the spirit of fandom. I loooove finding stuff like that, even when it isn't my thing, I love thinking of how much love and fun went into that.

#ask game #asks #I never do these despite wanting to so here goes for once!! #rugessnome #random rambling

[starrypawz]

15. Lollipop!

250 Prompts

This is a reworking of a very old concept that never made it out into the open really iirc, and fair warning this a very cracky concept but hey whatever

It’s devilishly hot but then by this point that’s nothing new for Los Diablos.

Nor is Ronan wearing too many layers for the weather and it bordering on the point where Ronan is tempted to take their chance to just jump right into the sea just under the boardwalk laser dolphins and toxic fallout be damned.

Today’s training session was cut short, despite the pair of them getting out early it was already bordering on too hot and Ronan could feel the heat of the flat rooftop through the soles of their sneakers so training has been tradedout for the prime real estate of a shady bench under a tree in a nearby park.

Danny is usually chattier than this but then there’s something to be said about the companionable silence. Or near silence, Ronan can as always pick up the faint hum of his thoughts and it’s become oddly endearing and reminds them of the light buzz of bees in the summer and if they brush up against his mind them there’s the now very familiar sensation of soft golden butterfly wings.

Ronan doesn’t mind, they’re not feeling particularly chatty today either and anyway Ronan has something else to focus on.

Turns out an icecream cart had set up in this park and Danny had insisted he covered whatever Ronan wanted and Ronan’s not going to turn down 1. Something sweet 2. Food they don’t have to pay for 3. Something sweet, food they don’t have to pay for and is something cool on a devilishly hot day like today.

But of course the problem with popsicles is the fact they require quite an intense amount of focus especially on a hot day like today to get through one before it melts. (Ronan’s already feeling sticky enough today and doesn’t really need to add to that)

Ronan flicks their tongue over the treat, savours the artificially sweet borderline sickly sensation that pairs remarkably well with the equally artificial ‘fruit salad’ taste parts their lips to…

Ronan stops, splutters and laughs.

“Daniel!”

“What?”

“You know exactly what,” Ronan snorts and does their best to go back to the popsicle but that doesn’t work as Danny’s thoughts push a little harder against Ronan’s, “Danny seriously,” Ronan mentally pushes back “I’m not… doing anything!” He protests.

“You’re thinking things,” Ronan huffs and nudges him, “I’m just,” Ronan sighs and stops for a moment to lick up a few drips that are dangerously close to landing on their hand, “Trying to finish this and-”

Danny chuckles and Ronan nudges him harder as they try and push the thought back that’s threatening to spill into their mind.

“Seriously stop it,” Ronan chuckles and then shudders, “Oh no gross, gross,”

“Ronan?”

Danny turns his head and is faced with the sight of Ronan doing their best to clean up their hand the popsicle a largely lost cause by this point which has the immediate affect of making his cheeks flush even hotter.

“Sorry,” Danny wheezes slightly as he bites down on a laugh.

Ronan huffs with annoyance but there’s no weight behind it as they do their best to clean up their hand and Danny does his best to look away and move his thoughts away from thoughts about what else Ronan’s mouth is very good at and you know exactly what they are good at oh

Danny feels a firm push against the side of his mind, not harsh, not hard, it doesn’t hurt at all just firm like trying to gently redirect an unruly pet.

Then he finds himself blinking unruly thoughts apparently leashed as Ronan leans against his shoulder.

“I’ll make it up to you later?” Danny offers up, reaches out to squeeze Ronan’s sticky hand as he presses a kiss to Ronan’s cheek and finds his cheeks flush again as the flittering thought of You wait until Ric finds out brushes against his mind.

#sidestep ronan brown #attempts at smuttery #fhr #fallen hero rebirth #fallen hero

[yeojaa]

( TEASER / holidating. )

In life, there are certain things that go together, two parts that make up a whole.  The sun in the sky, grandmothers and cheek kisses, chocolate when you’re sad—and you and Jeon Jungkook.  Best friends since childhood, there’s never been one without the other.  You’ve always existed this way, caught in each other’s orbit.  Parallel lines that run side by side. 

But what happens when those lines finally collide?

(or:  how to lose a best friend in ten days.)

pairing.   best friend!jjk x f!reader.

genre + rating.  this teaser is general but the full fic won’t be (wink wink). entirely made up of cracky, silly, and somewhat infuriating fluff.

tags / warnings.  idiot best friends being idiots and a dumb amount of cuteness.  the final will have further tags added.

wc.  0.9k for this teaser. undetermined full story.

beta reader(s).  @hobi-gif because she be my gurl.

author note.  this is part of the rockin’ around the christmas tropes collab with the most wonderful group of women @underthejoon @ladyartemesia @ppersonna​ @untaemedqueen​ @xjoonchildx​ and @snackhobi​.  i am so excited for you guys to read the amazing works that are going to be coming out.  please support these lovelies!  ✨💗

— coming 23/12/20 !

Jeon Jungkook is four bites into his steak when he almost chokes, the half-chewed slice getting caught somewhere in the back of his throat, threatening to send him to a far too early grave.  He’s three delirious gulps of water deep when he asks you to repeat what you’ve just said, staring at you with the biggest roundest eyes anyone’s ever seen, shining like a beacon in the night, a solar flare that eclipses everything else around it.  He’s silent for a total of five seconds - or so he thinks - before he’s laughing, scoffing so loudly it disrupts Eevee, your lazy Maine Coon, and sends her bolting from her spot by his feet.  

“You’re kidding me.”  Because he can’t even begin to fathom what you’ve said, make sense of the ludicrous suggestion you’ve made.  

This, coming from the guy who has been your best friend for the last seventeen years.  Who has known you for almost two decades and who, by sheer idiot osmosis, has been privy to every harebrained scheme you’ve even come up.  Who has, often against his will, suffered through all your crazy 4 a.m. suggestions, nodded along half-asleep as you’d prattled on and on about things that hardly made sense in the light of day but fared even worse beneath a blanket of sleep.

(And you’d had a lot of bad ideas.  From your absurd fried chicken restaurant - where you’d use vacuum tubes to send food to people’s tables - to your non-whiteboard whiteboard desk - made for the everyday office person - he’d seen it all.  Talked you off ledges and rebuked your half-hearted request for him to be your angel investor.

“Isn’t this what friends do?”  You’d said, implored, just two weeks ago over another dinner, with that same absurd stare of yours, the one that Jungkook’s known for most of his life, that makes everything just a little harder to say no to.

“Invest in shitty ideas?”  So maybe some of your ideas aren’t that bad.  Maybe, just maybe, they’re actually sort of inventive.  Out there, certainly, but innovative, plucked from the mind of you and only you.  

Still, he likes giving you a hard time.  It’s sort of his thing.

“Definitely not.”

You’d kicked him under the table, pouted at him and then continued your rambling, completely unfazed by the fact that he was not, in fact, going to shell out a part of his trust fund to bring your whacky idea to life.)

Because you know him so well - could read him like a book, recognise his voice in a crowd of thousands, find his smile like a star in the night sky - you take his disbelief in stride.  Treat it like it’s nothing you’re not used to which, well, you aren’t.  Continue to stack French fries onto the tines of your fork, twirling the utensil before depositing the too-big bite into your mouth.

“What’s to kid about?  It’s a good idea.”

Whether it is or isn’t is up for Jungkook to decide.  He can’t entertain it at all, just the mere thought of it existing too far out of the realm of possibility.  “We’re not— What’d you call it?”

“Holidating,”  you state, so matter of fact he wants to roll his eyes.  Actually does when you set your fork down, lay it neatly beside your plate and level him with that stare.  The one that reads like a big red warning sign, that might as well have neon lighting it up by how he shrinks away.  He knows that look.  He knows you’re not backing down, somehow fired up and ready to go in the minute that’s passed.

Still, he’ll try.  Play off your suggestion and scoff just that much harder.  “We’re not holidating, ____.”  

“Why not?”  You’re exasperated, two hands landing on the countertop with gusto.  It’s as endearing as it is childish, making him laugh again, roll his eyes until the sclera is all you can see.  (You’d told him once that his eyes would get stuck like that if he did it too much. Cue the prank when he’d worn white contacts and nearly given you a heart attack at the tender age of thirteen.)

“Because I don’t have time for dating, let alone—”  Jungkook feels idiotic when he says the words, wrapping them in airquotes that have you glowering.  “‘Holidating’ or whatever.”

“That’s the point!”  You’re waving those same two hands - you’ve always talked with them, emotive and dramatic like in a soap opera star - as if that might lend some validity to your statement.  “You don’t have time to date.  I just got out of a relationship.”  Sure, they’re facts but they mean nothing to him as you continue to ramble on.  “Neither of us can or even want to put in the effort for a relationship but like, who wants to spend the holidays alone?”

(You have a point.  There’s nothing quite like attending his extended family’s annual Christmas dinner by himself.  It garners too many of the same questions, offered by distant relatives that mean well but otherwise drive him insane.)

(He’s not about to tell you that, though.  Hard time, and all that.)

“It’s not that bad,”  he says, lying through those slightly too-big, slightly buck-toothed teeth of his.  Why he bothers, he isn’t sure.  You catch him immediately, a loud a-ha! snapping past your lips when he glances to the side, completely unconsciously.

(You’ve known his tell since he was in high school.  Since that first time you’d caught on when he’d borrowed - and subsequently broken - your camera, you’ve known.  You call him out on it too.  Every. single. time.)

“You’re telling me you want to have your grandma ask you when you’re going to give her grandkids for the umpteenth time?  Seriously?”  

“It’s not that bad,”  he repeats, a broken record that can’t be fixed, whose cat-scratched eeeeeee gives him away.

He’s bluffing.  He knows it.  You know it.

Looks like you’re holidating. 

tag list.  @neverthefirstchoice @youwannabelostandnotbefound @codeinebelle @jeonmisha 

#magicshopnet #ficswithluv #thebtswritersclub #networkbangtan #heartsforbts #bts #bts au #bts imagine #bts fic #bts oneshot #bts fluff #bts crack #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #jeon jeongguk #jungkook #jungkook au #jungkook imagine #jungkook fic #jungkook oneshot #jungkook fluff #jungkook crack #jungkook x oc #jjungkook x reader #jungkook x you #work.zip #teaser.zip #jungkook.doc #collab.zip

[deehellcat]

Tony Stark Bingo Mark 5--crack

Not quite as cracky as I intended it to be, but come on, it's Croki saving the universe by eating Thanos' arm, Infinity Gauntlet and all. It can only be so serious. lol

I adopted this prompt during the last TSB party and am substituting it for the wingfic square en route to a hopeful blackout. (I love reading wingfic but writing it just wasn't happening.)

Name of Piece/Title: Straightaway Into the Water

Card Number: 5018 Name of Participant: deehellcat Square Number: na Square Prompt: adopted prompt ‘crack’ Rating (Gen, Teen, Mature, Explicit): gen Main Pairing/Ship: na Tags, Warnings and Triggers: spoilers for Loki TV, canon divergence--Endgame, the Russos whomst, indigestion, flerkens, Rampaging Croki, well actually he’s an alligator, multiple variants, crack treated seriously Summary: The climactic battle against Thanos ends not with a snap, but a chomp. Word Count 2324

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34782754

#tsbmarkv #tony stark bingo mark v #fanfic #crack

[rosethornewrites]

List: My Miraculous Ladybug Fanfics

A lot of ML folks have been reading and liking my fics on here, so I’m reposting my list.

Fic series:

Catch a Falling Star (linear, connected series)

Catch a Falling Star (post-Ladybug fallout, balcony trope, Adrien/Chat perspective)

Pocketful of Starlight (post-Miracle Queen fallout, mental health, Marinette-centric and perspective)

Some Starless Night (post-Miracle Queen fallout, Chloe perspective)

Never Let It Fade Away (post-Miracle Queen fallout, Felix references, Marinette/Ladybug perspective)

Love Language (aged up future fic, Marinette/Kagami romance-centric, minor Adrien/Wayhem, Lila salt, alternating perspectives, in progress with 5 chapters thus far, smut in chapter 3 on AO3 but not on FFN) AO3 Version | FFN Version

Collège Françoise Dupont salt (not a linear series, disconnected fics with similar themes)

The Rebellion of Adrien Agreste (fake dating, crack treated seriously, Lila salt, Gabriel salt, Bustier salt, Damocles salt, Uncle Jagged, Nooroo is a little shit, alternating perspectives, in progress with 16 chapters thus far, Luka/Adrien, Marinette/Kagami, Lukadrigaminette OT4 endgame)

Sacrifice (angst, Lila salt, Bustier salt, Damocles salt, Marinette perspective)

The Reformation of Caline Bustier (Bustier salt and eventual redemption, Bustier perspective, in progress but on hold with 1 chapter thus far)

Breaking Point (Bustier salt, Bustier knows, Adrien sugar, Marinette perspective)

Playing with Fire (Lila salt, Bustier salt, Damocles salt, Chloe redemption, Uncle Jagged, Marinette perspective)

Cinderetta (Lila salt, bit of Adrien salt, crackfic, crackumazation, Akumatized Marinette, Marinette perspective, in progress but on hold with one chapter thus far)

Bemuse’d (Bustier salt, Bustier perspective, came up with the idea in relation to #3 but it wouldn’t fit in that fic)

Random other fics:

Nocturne (mature in nature, wet dreams series, crack, 2nd chapter involves underage dream of Gabriel Hawkmoth/female heroes,  Marinette/Ladybug first chapter, Nooroo is a little shit, alternating perspectives, in progress but on hold with 2 chapters thus far)

Boundaries (Alya sugar/redemption, friendship discussion, Lila salt, Marinette perspective)

Hubris (Gabriel/ego, Nooroo is a little shit, more omniscient perspective)

The Lucky Charm (short fic, crack, no pairings, inspired cat vs. cucumber by @norakwami)

Ô Toison (short fic, no pairings, Marinette perspective)

La Bonne Petite Souris (short fic, implied Adrienette, Nino perspective)

The Crush (short fic, crack, no pairings, Ladybug perspective)

It’s the Otamatone that Makes the Song (short fic, cracky, no pairings unless you squint, Max perspective)

Enjoy!

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanfiction #miraculous fanfic #ml fanfiction #ml fanfic #mlb fanfiction #mlb fanfic #my fanfiction #adrien agreste #kagami tsurugi #luka couffaine #gabriel agreste #marinette dupain cheng #lila rossi #alya cesaire #caline bustier #nooroo #tikki #plagg #chat noir #ladybug #jagged stone #chloe bourgeois #Chloe redemption #gabriel agreste’s A+ parenting #gabriel agreste is an idiot #ml gorilla #lila salt #lila 'the liar' rossi #Uncle Jagged

[saltyfilmmajor]

D, E, G, X

D -  A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t (again: be nice) 

Allurance, because I feel like, I would be into it, save for canon that treated that pairing very comedically. I never felt like it was being taken seriously, but like I’m compelled and I wish I could like it 

E- Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom, if so, what

One sided Lane x Ethan. cause I was super drunk and when i got sober that shit was still funny as fuck  

G- Do you remember your first OTP, if so who was in it It’s a tie between three ships and Oh boy it’s a mix (They all happened around the same time in my life)  Phineas and Isabella, from phineas and ferb  Johnlock from BBC Sherlock USUSK from Hetalia 

X - top 5-10 characters who are yoUR PRECIOUS BABIES AND YOU WILL DIE DEFENDING THEM - Ethan Hunt  - Daniel Kaffee - Wheatly :C  - Ben Wishaw’s portrayal of Q 

that’s it that’s all of them uhhh i’ll edit this if I think of any more 

#anon #Fandom Asks #Anonymous #Nancy's Inbox

[mikauzoran]

Ask Game: Have You Added Anything Cracky to Your Fandom

No one asked, but I wanted to do these, so… ^.^;

E - Have you added anything stupid/cracky/hilarious to your fandom, if so, what

This is going to sound bad, but my knee-jerk thought when I read this was, “I haven’t contributed anything to my fandom”. ^.^; Sorry! We suffer from low self-esteem over here. I know there are people out there who enjoy my stories. I just feel very small and insignificant most of time. I’m working on it. ANYWAY.

This is not my fault; therefore, I cannot take responsibility for it, but, right now, I’m actively contributing to a crack ship featuring Luka Couffaine and Xavier-Yves “XY” Roth. The ship name is “LuXY”, and it’s a lot of fun.

Check out @luxyweek for some great content! Seriously. @gabriel-agreste-has-no-rights has a really fabulous LuXY story called Heartsong (Needs More Bass Drops) . It was the first LuXY work I read, and it’s wonderful. All of the LuXY writers doing LuXY Week are fantastic. There are purely crack works but also works that treat the pairing seriously (while still managing to be hilarious).

My own contribution is called Welcome to La-La Land.

#LuXY #Ask Game #No one asked but #Luka Couffaine #XY #Xavier-Yves Roth #Luka Couffaine/XY Roth #Miraculous Ladybug #ML #Welcome to La-La Land

[gunnerpalace]

What's your opinion on Byaruki?

It's not for me, and I don't like it, but I'm also not going to act like it's the worst thing ever.

My sense is that Byakuya takes the promise he made to Hisana very seriously. (As seriously as the promise he made to his parents not to break the rules again, which resulted in him trying to have Rukia's executed; and we saw how seriously he took that.) The post-Soul Society Byakuya is basically balancing the two promises "creatively" but seems to preference the former. Given that, I can't see him allowing himself to think of Rukia in a different way even if he wanted to, and I don't think he really wants to. (Especially since Rukia and Hisana seem fairly different. If the parallel was to be made that they were like Ichigo and Kaien then that could've been done very easily; it wasn't.)

That to me is the thing that leaves me cold more than any kind of moral argument, especially since they're not actually related. He seems very invested in treating her like they are related; Byakuya's treatment of Rukia as his sister (and her treatment of him as her brother) is pretty fundamental to their established characters. So my feeling isn't really, "Incest, eww," but rather, "That seems very out of character."

Now, if one rewrote things (or we're talking about an AU) where he didn't make that promise and she's just the sister of his deceased wife or they have no relationship whatsoever, that changes things. One could completely reconstruct the nature of their relationship while preserving the rest of their characters. And that could be fine and well done. It still wouldn't be my thing, and I wouldn't seek it out, but I wouldn't see any issues with it outside of my personal preference.

(The tl;dr for my preferences is if I'm shipping Rukia with someone other than Ichigo, Ichigo still has to ultimately be involved; it has to be Rukia and Ichigo and whomever. The reason for that is that I feel they're too emotionally compatible and complementary to settle for that not being a core component; it feels "empty" otherwise. And the pool of "whomever" is pretty limited. So, for example, I'm not interested in IshiRuki, but I guess I would at least try IshiIchiRuki to see if I liked it. But I also don't really think OT3s incorporating IchiRuki work well in "canon" [henceforth "Bleach Prime"], so I necessarily view them as needing AUs. This is sort of the process by which I wound up liking the emotional dynamics of an AU YoruIchiRuki, and although I will pair them off within that context, it's always circumstantial, either along the path to them becoming a thing, or because one is away from the other two.)

My preferred rewrite of "canon" would be to make Byakuya and Rukia actually related (as half-siblings). Soujun is essentially Byakuya's design making Rukia-esque expressions, so it fits to me. I would change Hisana to being Rukia's mother (and Soujun's lover after the death of Byakuya's mother), and either (obviously) discard the plotline of her marrying Byakuya, or turn that into an elaborate (and false) cover story by Byakuya to conceal the truth from Rukia until the end of the Soul Society arc (just as he initially led her to believe that she simply resembled Hisana). Personally, I think it's worth sacrificing the Byakuya-Hisana relationship for that more interesting Kuchiki family history, since we never really see much of the former anyway.

Having said that, I still don't really particularly care if someone ships them in Bleach Prime, or in AUs of whatever stripe. (It only really gets weird if they are actually related or are insistent on treating each other as though they are, and I'm not The Morality Police.) These things can all exist simultaneously.

(And to judge would make me quite the hypocrite given I tend to write Yoruichi in Bleach Prime or divergences from it as a big sister to Rukia, I think in a rewrite of "canon" she could be a surrogate mother, and meanwhile I'm writing AUs where they're lovers with Ichigo. All these things are distinct and separate from each other because that's how writing works.)

Ultimately, it's not my thing. But I also don't really care if someone writes it, and can't even be bothered to find issue with it in most circumstances except to say it feels out of character in "canon" or "near canon" (and truth to the characters is really what I prioritize as both a reader and writer).

(For the record, since I'm laying this all out in detail as it is, I don't really have advanced thoughts on an AU ByaIchiRuki where Byakuya and Rukia are unrelated, except to say that it actually sounds less cracky than a lot of stuff people write, although I'm not really interested in it either.)

tl;dr: A fairly nuanced "Meh."

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WIP Wednesday - First Lines

In honor of WIP Wednesday, I'm posting the first lines of the 10 11 WIPs I most recently worked on, plus title (working titles, subject to change if the fics are ever finished), characters, pairings, and basic tags.

Before we're getting into the first lines, I have to warn you all, I have no idea if any of these WIPs except the first one will ever be finished and published. Also, as those of you who know me will probably expect, I didn't always stick to the rules and post only the first line.

1. Aesthetic Dissonances - Lucifer (TV), Mazikeen, Lucifer Morningstar, gen, F/M, Maze & Lucifer, Maze/Lucifer, season 3 AU, fluff with lots of feelings, third work in my Forgiveness series, currently being published a chapter at a time. And since the first four chapters are already posted, you're getting the first lines of the fifth chapter:

Lucifer took another look around for want of anything better to do. He would have brought up the reason Maze had asked him to come her in the first place, but right now any reminder of the purpose of his presence was practically guaranteed to make his demon rethink her decision and terminate his visit. He did not want that.

2. Explosive Surprise - Lucifer (TV), Mazikeen, Trixie Decker, gen, Maze & Trixie, AU (unspecific timeline), fluff and mischief, oneshot

Maze studied the plan before her critically. It was a crude drawing of Lux, with a big X on Lucifer's favorite round table.

3. Emergency Care - Lucifer (TV), Mazikeen, Lucifer Morningstar, Dan Espinoza, Chloe Decker, Marcus Pierce, Trixie Decker, possibly other characters, F/M, Maze/Lucifer, Maze & Lucifer, Lucifer & Dan, Maze & Trixie, borderline Maze & Dan, background Chloe/Pierce, season 3 AU, drama, angst, hurt/comfort, reveal, currently ca. 10 chapters planned, but only bits for 2 non-consecutive ones written

“Do you think she’s really okay?”

Lucifer drew his attention away from the Detective’s backside and glanced over at the man walking beside him with a confused frown.

4. Monkey Business - Lucifer (TV), Mazikeen, Lucifer Morningstar, gen, F/M, Maze & Lucifer, Maze/Lucifer, cracky oneshot that's already threatening to spawn a serious sequel, unspecific timeline but sequel would put it as season 3 AU, crack treated semi-seriously, sequel would be angsty

“You want me to do what?!”

Lucifer returned Maze’s incredulous look with an annoyed glare. “Look, it’s really no different from your usual bounty jobs.”

5. Confrontation - Lucifer (TV), Mazikeen, Chloe Decker, Trixie Decker, gen, F/M, Maze & Trixie, background Maze & Lucifer, background Maze/Lucifer, season 3 AU, sequel to Necessary Maintenance

Maze took a deep breath as she fished in her pocket for her keys.

6. Birds Of A Feather - Lucifer (TV), Mazikeen, Lucifer Morningstar, Chloe Decker, probably other characters, gen, F/M, Maze & Lucifer, Maze/Lucifer, timeline vaguely season 3, definitely pre-reveal, slightly cracky, mostly fluffy (if I can stick to the plan, ha), multi-chapter but I have no idea yet how many

It all started with a sudden pain in the ass.

7. Anywhere But Here - Lucifer (TV), Mazikeen, Lucifer Morningstar, gen, F/M, Maze & Lucifer, Maze/Lucifer, season 3 AU at the end of 3.19, angst, emotional hurt/comfort

"I can't lose you, Maze. Not you. Not after everything we've been through together."

8. Letters - Lucifer (TV), Lucifer Morningstar, Ella Lopez, Dan Espinoza, Azrael (OC), Mazikeen, Chloe Decker, Marcus Pierce, probably other characters, gen, background past Maze & Lucifer, background past Maze/Lucifer, sequel to Back Into Hell, angst

Lucifer sat motionless for a moment and listened to the sound of the elevator beginning its descent.

9. Relaxation And Recovery - Lucifer (TV), Mazikeen, Lucifer Morningstar, F/M, Maze & Lucifer, Maze/Lucifer, second sequel to Necessary Maintenance (after Confrontation), fluff, feelings, possibly smut, multi-chapter but I have no idea how many, threatening to become a whole series in itself

“Time for another break.”

There was no reply, no sign that her words had been heard. Maze turned her head and cast an irritated glare at the Corvette’s driver. After a second, Lucifer took his eyes off the empty road in front of them long enough to roll his eyes and her and growl in annoyance.

10. Deja Vu All Over Again - Lucifer (TV), Mazikeen, Lucifer Morningstar, almost certainly other characters, gen, F/M, Maze & Lucifer, Maze/Lucifer, season 3 AU at the end of 3.19, but also pre-canon and season 1 AU, time-travel (sort of)

"None of you deserve me."

Maze turned around and stalked towards the elevator. She needed to get away from him, away from the pain. The elevator doors were sliding open and she squeezed her way through impatiently-

-and suddenly found herself jerking upright in a bed, in a dark, quiet room.

11. Goodbyes - Lucifer (TV), Mazikeen, Lucifer Morningstar, gen, F/M, Maze & Lucifer, post season 4 missing scene, angst, feelings

Lucifer landed almost silently outside the familiar building and quickly tucked away his wings. There was one thing he needed to do before returning to his infernal kingdom.

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