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the-badger-mole · 9 months

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A Word Between Friends: A Helping Hand

"We have an important battle coming up, Twinkle Toes," she told him gravely. "And frankly your earth bending is getting sloppy. The comet is in just a few days and you need to be ready." Aang groaned and stopped following Toph.

"But I've been practicing bending non-stop all week," he complained. "Zuko and Katara aren't drilling me this hard." Zuko raised an eyebrow at Aang.

"He's right," he told Toph. Aang looked at the older boy hopefully, but Zuko smirked mischievously. "Let me know when you're done with him, Toph. I've been letting him slack with his fire squats."

"Seriously?" Aang groaned. Katara walked up to them just then, carrying a basket of laundry. Aang turned his pleading gaze onto her.

"Katara! Can't you get them off of my case?" he begged her. "They want to kill me with training." Katara frowned at the three of them and shifted the basket to her hip.

"When was the last time you practiced your water bending?" she asked Aang. The boy's face fell. Instead of coming to his rescue, as he expected, Katara joined his other two teachers in scheduling his training session.

"Why don't we combine a session?" Zuko suggested. "After all, Azula's got the Dai Li on her side. We need to prepare for anything."

"That sounds good," Toph agreed. "We can get Sokka and Suki to go over some hand to hand techniques, too."

"Does anyone care how I feel about it?" Aang demanded.

"No!" Zuko and Toph said simultaneously.

"I'm sorry, Aang," Katara said, unapologetically. "They're right. We're too close to the battle for you to neglect your training now."

"But I need my rest!" Aang tried to reason with them. "I'm a growing boy."

"You can rest after we take down Ozai, Twinkle," Toph said, unmoved. "Right now we have to make sure that rest won't be permanent." Aang gulped and his face went pale. Katara saw the look on his face and sighed.

"Tell you what," she said. "Why don't we do something fun after training? We can go into town again." Aang agreed, smiling fondly at Katara. Katara flushed and looked away from him.

"Fine! Fine!" Toph agreed, grabbing Aang's collar. "You'll get your treat later. Katara, you are such a mom!"

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#atla #zutara #a word between friends #ffn cross posting #THE YEAR OF CONTENT!!!!

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ghostly-penumbra · 1 month

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Father and Sons

Ao3 FFN

Summary: Clockwork is Danny's loving, adoptive grandpa. Time is the Endless' neglectful father. They are one and the same.

Chapter One: First Meeting

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Dream of the Endless stepped into his father's realm and found himself alone. Neither Dream of the Cats nor Hope Beautiful Lost Nebula had come with him. This wouldn't affect him, he would carry on.

He walked down the sprawling garden and stumbled then upon a young boy wearing his father's sygil in a purple cloak, not unlike one his father might use when seen by humans.

The boy stopped dead in his tracks when he saw him, the tilted watering can still spilling its content with no end in sight.

"Uh… hello?" He asked tentatively, the can still tipped. "May I help y—?"

"Who are you?" Dream asked bluntly, straightforward, looking at this child whose identity and dreams were blurred to him, being from a different time period than him, and his father's realm not being a Soft Place nor Dream's jurisdiction.

"Oh! That's- I'm… not supposed to just give my name to strangers." He trailed off, and finally straightened the watering can. "I'll… go get my grandpa." He turned and flew away, giving the perplexed Lord Shaper one last look before vanishing from sight.

"Dream." His father's voice had him turn around and there he was, shifting in shape through ages.

A toddler, a child, an old man, a younger man, if time could truly be described as a man, but always, invariably, with a jagged scar going across his eye.

Next to him stood the boy, looking between father and son with green eyes full of human curiosity, but ultimately leaning towards Dream's father with ease.

"What do you want?" His father asked as his beard vanished to give way to a toddler's impassive face. "You only come here if you want something."

"Can't a son see his father with no motive other than to wish him well?" He asked instead of answering.

This was unscripted. As it often did with his father, being in his presence was to step in loops and whorls of someone else's design, leaving Dream wrong-footed, regardless of where he stepped.

But for that same reason a strange child trailing after his father and referring to him as 'his grandpa' would not deter him from what he had come here for.

It did make him wonder, though…

"Of course you can," Father Time was saying, "but you never do. If any of you or your siblings visit is because you need my help."

"Siblings?! How many children do you have?" The boy almost shouted in what he seemed to believe was a whisper.

Dream turned his gaze upon him, the intense cosmos in his eyes having him shrink, abashedly, behind his father's figure once again.

Dream's father closed his eyes for one second – or a dozen. Or a year, or seventy, or a century – and then opened them again and turned his head towards his companion. "Seven." Was all he said.

"Damn!"

And against anything Dream would have thought, his father smiled, small but genuine. Fond.

"As you well know, I am older than dust."

They were making their way through the garden, where some plants grew and flourished or perished or even returned to seeds as Time approached them, and his father picked two apples, one of which he handed to the boy – who was now floating after Father Time –, and the other he offered to Dream.

"I'm not hungry."

"You will be."

Dream disregarded his father's remark and ignored the proffered fruit, even as the boy happily bit into his own.

"I wasn't travelling alone." Dream said. "Why am I the only one here?"

"You were planning on bringing your friends, uninvited, to my domain, son?" His father asked, his youthful face at odds with the rotting fruit in his hands.

"Not friends, no. A cat, who is also me. And a girl."

His father held a hand to his forehead and sighed, before looking back up at Dream whilst he handed the fresh apple to… his grandson.

"What do you want, Dream?"

"Help me, father. Help me."

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[Chapter Two]

#Danny Phantom #The Sandman #Dream of the Endless #ghostly-scrypts #cross posted on ao3 #crossposted on ffn #The Sandman: Overture #Father Time #Clockwork #danny phantom clockwork #clockwork my beloved #grandpa clockwork #Morpheus

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thatphantomtroupelady · 7 months

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~A WEB OF GUILT~

Ingredients: kurapika x leorio, depression, alcoholism, recovery, hurt/comfort, angst

A one-shot with Kurapika having a bad case of revengicitis and Leorio subsequently having had enough of him pushing everyone away

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"I'll not be able to attend Killua's birthday party." Kurapika sighed, sitting down on the couch beside him. "I'm sorry but I have work to do. It was hard enough to find time for this meeting."

"Seriously, Kurapika?" Leorio frowned. "And what does that work include, huh? Blackmailing more people?"

Kurapika sucked in a sharp breath. "Yes." His eyes grew foggy. "Perhaps it does."

"Kurapika." Leorio shifted closer to him. "Kurapika, look at me."

"I-"

"Just do it."

Kurapika slowly raised his eyes to his.

"Have you ever stopped to think that maybe your clan would have never wanted you to turn out like this? Really, if someone else had survived instead of you, would you have wanted this path for them?" Leorio took his friend by the shoulders. "Be truthful."

"I wish..." Kurapika lowered his gaze once more. "I wish the Spiders killed me too. So I could die with them in peace."

"Kurapika." Leorio's voice softened. "That's... that's a normal thought, you know. Sometimes, when it gets so hard, I start wishing the same. That doesn't mean it's okay though."

"Nothing's okay, Leorio. Nothing." A stary tear trickled down his cheek, dripping onto the cheap leather of the couch. "Everything's so screwed. I'm so screwed. If only I would have killed the Spiders back in York New City I- it would have been so much better. If the fucking Spiders hadn't killed my clan in the first place, everything would have been so fucking better."

"You can't change the past, Kurapika. But you can change the future. I want you to-"

"There's nothing left for me." Kurapika lashed out, getting up to turn away from him. "Nothing." His breath came out in irregular gasps. "My clan is dead. And soon, I'll die too. That's it-"

I'm here for you, Leorio wanted to scream, yet nothing came out. Instead, he felt a sudden heat of emotion in his chest. Sadness? Anger? Rushing forward, he grabbed Kurapika and pinned him to the wall with a kiss. Hard. Angry. Compassionate.

As the shock passed away, Kurapika shoved him back. "No." He whispered, wiping his lips with trembling hands.

Leorio suddenly felt ashamed. "I just-"

"Get out." Kurapika whispered, shaking his head as he struggled to breathe. "Leave."

"Kurapika, just listen to me-"

"Fuck. Off."

With tight shaking fists, Leorio walked out of the hotel.

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It had been a week since then, and Leorio couldn't stop thinking about it. He could barely sleep, tossing and turning all night- thinking about what he could do for his friend- or more than that? Was he more than that? Wasn't that just a hurried move? He had not truly meant the kiss part, had he?

The next morning, Leorio decided to quit running away from his problems. When dialling Kurapika's number didn't work, he drove back to the shabby hotel.

"Is Kurapika still registered in Room 203?"

The receptionist gave him a disgusted look. "Oh yea. Him. He's still here." Rolling her eyes, she turned back to the computer. "All I keep seeing from him are booze orders, booze orders, and booze orders." She dramatically counted on her fingers.

Leorio fought the urge to punch her. Or punch anything in general. Especially Kurapika.

Running up to his room, he knocked on the door. "Open up, you idiot!" When that didn't work, he tried the handle of the door. Easily, it bowed down.

"Hey! Why the fuck is the door unlocked, huh?!" Leorio yelled, entering the room. "You even there?"

His gaze travelled through the gray cement walls, the empty couch, and the herd of empty cans and bottles covering the ground. "Seriously, you drank this much in just a week?"

"Gosh this place stinks." He muttered. Failing to find him in the kitchen and the bedroom, he moved to check the bathroom. And there he finallt found him, curled up on the floor beneath the sink.

"What the fuck?" Leorio cursed under his breath, instantly crouching down to check his pulse. Stable. He had only passed out.

As gently as possible, he carried Kurapika to the bed, laying him on his side. Just in case, he also placed a bucket near him.

While waiting for him to wake up, Leorio decided to start cleaning up the place. There was no room service- guests were expected to clean up after themselves- only a janitor down in the lobby, always to be found sitting in a corner and playing games on his phone. Borrowing a few supplies from him, Leorio got to work.

First, the collection of empty cans and bottles. Tying it all neatly- along with some other trash- in black plastic bags, he carried it out to the dumpster in the back of the building.

"Cleaning up for your friend?" The receptionist rolled her eyes as he passed by. "Oh, how sweet. Or did he just call you over for a clean up?"

"None of your business, hag." Leorio rolled his eyes back at her.

The receptionist smirked.

When he got back up, he found a puddle of vomit underneath Kurapika's face. Cursing himself for ever leaving him alone, he began wiping away at his face and hair. Once satisifed, he carried him over to lie down on the couch instead.

He took off the bedsheet to wash in the sink, wiped the mattress, and continued his flow. After vacuuming the place, helping the unconscious Kurapika throw up once more, and a few smaller chores; Leorio finally settled down on the floor against the couch, feeling quite pleased with himself... but also, hungry.

"Alright, I'll just order takeout." Leorio mumbled to himself.

"Hungry." A weak voice replied back.

Leorio smiled, turning around to face him. "Finally awake now, huh?"

"Leorio..." Kurapika whispered, barely able to even keep his eyes open. "... I'm sorry."

Leorio felt his chest tighten. "We can talk about it later. Do you want some water?"

Kurapika slowly nodded.

By the time Leorio returned from the kitchen, Kurapika had pulled himself together enough to sit up, albeit still needing support from the backrest.

"Drink up."

With a small nod, Kurapika took the glass in his shaking hands. Leorio watched carefully as Kurapika drank it, ready to catch the glass during a potential slip of hands.

Kurapika returned the glass and curled up further into himself, anticipating another argument.

Instead, Leorio gently prompted. "Do you want to talk?"

Kurapika stared at his knees. "Maybe."

"Okay." Taking a deep breath Leorio sat down beside him, further away than he'd have liked. But he should give him space. "So... to be blunt, I think you should stop with your whole mission and find something better to do with your life. Thoughts?"

Kurapika back bowed further, nose touching the knees. "It'd be a betrayal." He whispered.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because, and get this in your head, it's not your fault. It's not your fault the Spiders did what they did. Even if you were with them at the time, you would not have been able to save them. Yeah?"

Kurapika suddenly looked angry. "Yeah? What, yeah? You're doing the exact same thing I am- dedicating your life to lost loved ones. You're only working so hard to be a doctor because you feel guilty about letting your friend die."

"You're wrong."

"No."

"Yes." Leorio clenched his hands into a tight fist, digging them into his thighs. "There's a huge difference between what I'm doing and what you are. You wanna know? Sure. You're avenging the dead while I'm making sure what happened doesn't happen again. If I would be going for revenge like you are, I would have been trying to kill the doctors or politicians or whoever due to whom my friend wasn't able to get medical attention. But instead, I'm going to be a doctor. I'm going to be a good change in the world. It's a much less selfish cause than yours is."

"What now..." Kurapika's eyes dimmed. "You expect me to do what then? Be a bounty hunter? That's no better-"

"You're missing my point, Kurapika. If you really wanna deal with your guilt, you should do it in a healthy way. Being a bounty hunter isn't a healthy way either, at least for you. You could... you could maybe help conserve other small clans like yours?" Leorio smiled, proud of his own ideas. "Yeah yeah yeah! You could totally do that, Kurapika! It won't be easy to let go of your habits but won't it be a much better way to honor their memory?"

"...and the scarlet eyes? I should just let them stay in their dirty hands? And the Spiders... they should just- just roam around freely?"

"No."

"Then-"

"You will do all of that too. But not alone, Kurapika. Never alone again. We'll figure something out. There's Gon and Killua too. I bet they're way stronger now. We could add more people in the group. It'd work out, I promise. We'll do both the Spiders and scarlet eyes thing, and the clan saving thing. Just don't- just don't drift away."

"I don't want to involve-"

"Kurapika, we're friends. That's what friends do!"

Kurapika closed his eyes, taking a deep shaky breath. "Just friends?" He turned to look at him, a small smile on his lips.

"Is that- is that a... yes?"

Kurapika's smile widened and that was all the confirmation Leorio needed.

#hunter x hunter #hxh #hxh fanfic #fanfic #fan fic #fanfiction #fan fiction #kurapika x leorio #leorio x kurapika #leopika #depression #alcoholism #recovery #hurt/comfort #angst #angst with a happy ending #mewrites #cross posted on ao3 and ffn

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lunarblue21 · 10 months

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And I am back with a new chapter of CI bk 1! In this chapter, tensions are rising and the herd gets caught in the thick of it. Diego and Peaches' uncle/niece relationship is expanded upon more (so fluffy!), whilst, after the events of Tiger's Heart, Manny finds Diego in more danger than before... what will he do about it? Read the chapter to see! Reviews/comments appreciated. :)

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#Ice Age #Ice Age movie #Ice Age feels #CI musings #Manny #Diego #Peaches #Mango feels #Ellie #Regent Elder Titan #I kinda missed my monthly update posting becos ffn had some server problems in June #but chapter 4 is already at 3k+ so it's halfway done #so fingers crossed I'll have it postable by end of July or early August! Thanks again for reading!#*correction: postable by mid or potentially late August wrt chapter 4 of CI bk 1 #correction II: maybe now by mid-September cos chapter 4 is long and required a lot of rewriting/altering + it's a /very important/ chapter #correction III: maybe now early October at best cos I still haven't heard from my beta in a while and I wanna now she's okay first #+ I really appreciate her help with my chapters...

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the-chaotic-christian · 5 months

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Ember's Blood: Prologue Part 2

Wilfred’s eyebrows draw together, and he turns. Jupiter looks like he hasn’t slept in a week, blood-shot eyes and a pale complexion evidence enough. He’s pacing, a sure-fire sign that something is bothering him. His face is scrunched in concern and concentration, and he frowns.

“Everything is about to change.” He continues, stopping at the balcony and drumming his fingers along the railing, gazing out past the gardens and towards Lake Merle. Mist covers the islands in the center, and Wilfred eyes it warily. It’s superstition, he knows, but the old tales have some truth to them, and he doesn’t trust Merle. “I don’t know how or when, but something is changing. I can sense it in the wind.”

Wilfred pauses.

“You’ve felt it too.” Jupiter states, glancing over at his friend, some strange hint of his I-told-you-so tone in his voice. But it’s more ominous.

“I have.” Wilfred agrees, mind flashing to the strange dreams he’s been having lately, dreams of fire and blood, violence. He’s written many of them off as visions from his childhood, but that doesn’t feel quite right. There’s something more going on. It’s why he’s felt so….off lately. “But it’s foggy. It feels far off.”

Jupiter shakes his head, posture tensing. “I don’t know. I don’t know. That’s what’s bothering me, the fact that I can’t figure it out.” He grips the railing, glaring down at his hands.

“Some things remain mysteries even to kings.” Wilfred remarks, yawning. He glances down at the coffee mug, finding it upsettingly empty.

“No!” Jupiter retorts forcefully, turning on Wilfred. “This-this is different. I can tell.”

“In what way?” Wilfred asks calmly. (He’s always been the voice of reason, that’s certainly never changed)

Jupiter ignores Wilfred’s question, steamrolling right through. “If something happens to me, I need you to promise you’ll protect my son and heir.”

Wilfred sighs. They’ve been over this a million times. “Jupiter, as much as I understand your concern, you’re being dramatic. You are the king of the most powerful state in six thousand miles. The likelihood of something happening to you is extremely low.”

“Dramatic?” Jupiter scoffs, “Me?”

Wilfred rolls his eyes. “Yes. And we’ve had this conversation at least three times this week alone. You’ve already named me the Chief Protector, there’s no need for this. If you need more reassurance, just go look at your army.” Wilfred shoots a disapproving look at the on-duty guards, one of whom is definitely now asleep. “Just maybe not the palace soldiers.”

Jupiter glances down, lets out a long sigh, and rubs his face. “The army’s north near the Hollow.” He mutters through his hands, leaning his elbows on the balustrade.

“My point stands.” Wilfred argues, setting his mug on the railing with a soft plink, “Natalia is secure, save for those who choose not to be. You have nothing to be concerned about. Morbin’s been silent for years.”

Jupiter looks back at him, exhaustion and frustration settling on his face. “And that’s not suspicious?”

#tge #the green ember #true blue au #jupiter goodson #wilfred longtreader #ember's blood #prologue #fanfiction #cross posted on ao3 #and ffn when i get around to it #.....and new seddleton when i get around to it

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fantastic-nonsense · 2 years

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just got a PM back from another FFN author whose work I really love indicating she was revising the earlier chapters of her fic so she could begin cross-posting it to Ao3...another victory achieved

#every month I convince another FFN author to cross-post their works to the one site I KNOW will preserve it I breathe easier #and when I finally see Aiër posted to Ao3 instead of being an FFN exclusive I will cheer #fanfiction #archive of our own #ao3 #ffn #personal

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peppermint-chocolate-cherries · 2 years

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Chapters: 47/47 Fandom: Hetalia: Axis Powers Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Canada/Liechtenstein (Hetalia), America/England (Hetalia) Characters: Canada (Hetalia), America (Hetalia), Liechtenstein (Hetalia), Spain (Hetalia), North Italy (Hetalia), South Italy (Hetalia), Germany (Hetalia), England (Hetalia), China (Hetalia), France (Hetalia), Switzerland (Hetalia), Prussia (Hetalia), Sealand (Hetalia), Russia (Hetalia), Hungary (Hetalia), Austria (Hetalia), Belarus (Hetalia), Japan (Hetalia), Denmark (Hetalia), Sweden (Hetalia), Norway (Hetalia), Finland (Hetalia), Iceland (Hetalia) Additional Tags: Cardverse (Hetalia), Fantasy, Drama, Romance, Magic, Royalty, Cross-Posted on FanFiction.Net Summary:

Poor and penniless on the streets, orphans Matthew and Alfred were born with imprints of future Marks on their skins. When they are discovered, the Spade Royals adopt them and prepare them for their future lives as Royals.

As their identities as future Royals could be used as dangerous leverage, the twins are kept away from the other Suits for as long as possible. Their first interactions prove quite safe, while the next proves disastrous.

The Clubs Royals also seem to be up to something suspicious, and there's an old prophecy Ace Antonio and Queen Kiku seem to know something important about.

What could this all mean for the fate of the twins and the Deck?

(Originally published on Fanfiction.Net in 2016, brought over to AO3 in 2022 as a means of backup)

#hetalia #fanfiction #absorbing the deck #cross posting from ffn #cardverse #aph canada #hws canada #aph america #hws america #aph liechtenstein #hws liechtenstein #aph spain #hws spain #canliech #usuk

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understandablyirrelevant · 2 years

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A Day in the Field

Written for Fictober 2022 prompt No. 17: “Are you serious?”

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence and death. Casual treatment of both by the characters

October 17th, 2173 CE

“Are you serious?” Jasper stares at Leng with a serious frown, creasing thin blonde brows around disbelieving stony eyes.

“Come on, Shepard. When have I ever been wrong?” Leng smirks at him, dark eyes brimming with confidence, raven brows rising smugly.

They are crouching near the edge of a clearing containing a small Blue Suns encampment. The two were out to scout the area, and neither was expecting the dozen or so mercs in the area.

“So let me see if I get this right, Leng. You want us, just the two of us, to squat in a merc camp, without backup, and ‘handle it ourselves.’ Why?” Jasper doesn’t understand Leng almost any given day of the week, but he’s never known the man to be suicidal. Leng sneers, his eyes full of wounded pride.

“Yes, Shepard. That is exactly what I said two minutes ago, keep up.” Leng creeps fluidly through the shadows, into the camp proper, and Jasper groans under his breath as he follows.

He’s not indulging Leng, he tells himself. He’s just a poor innocent 2nd lieutenant making sure his gunnery chief doesn’t get his head blown off while in the line of duty. The captain would’ve sent them with a small fire team to do this anyways, he thinks.

They each pick a tent on opposite sides of the camp. The plan is for Jasper to use his technical abilities to drop any shields or barriers the mercs might possess while picking his famous headshots with his Phalanx.

Leng, in the meantime, will use his biotics and his favorite Katana to pepper the mercs from afar, or simply blow them apart up close, all while employing his acrobatics to evade and drive them to distraction.

They wait in position for an hour before the first merc comes back, a heavily armoured fellow. Leng throws a warp at the man, shredding his helmet, and Jasper neatly pops his head clean off with a single shot. He doesn’t even have time to scream. The two soldiers smile conspiratorially.

The next mercs number in the half dozen. That takes a few minutes. Jasper overloads the leader, a fellow engineer’s shield, and pops his head a moment later. Leng throws his headless carcass at the other mercs, who scream in horror. Jasper feels a pang of guilt, they look too young to be anything but fresh blood. But when they choose to shoot instead of surrender, he soldiers on with the endeavor.

The group fights like rookies, in the end. They only drop Leng’s barrier by fifteen percent, and Jasper’s shield by twenty. Leng crows at the difference, and Jasper neatly says it’s only because he doesn’t get to do practice laps back on the Tannenberg.

Leng merely rolls his eyes. “Just admit it, Shepard. You’re too slow.”

Leng sing-songs the last three words in an impression of his favorite game mascot that is equal parts annoying and irritatingly amusing. Jasper scowls good naturedly, trying not to chuckle at how ridiculous the other man sounds.

The next mercs to arrive are a trio of snipers. Jasper and Leng have no issues with them. Jasper dashes around to stay out of their sights, their weapons less effective at close range. Leng is a near blur, as usual. Together, they manage to get the mercs herded into a tight back-to-back position. Jasper throws an overload, Leng a warp, then in unison, they strike. Jasper pops the head of one while running past them in a circle. Leng rolls forward, and blows out the opposite facing one’s ribcage, then levels his Katana. It rings out in perfect sync with Jasper’s Phalanx, and the merc is bereft of their heart and brain before either can further process the grief or horror of their terrible situation.

The final two mercs are no challenge at all. A pair of soldiers with Mattocks. Their weapons might be powerful, but they simply spray and pray. Against two very mobile targets, a death sentence. Leng tosses one about like a ragdoll, while Jasper wreaks havoc on the other one’s equipment. They both take this opportunity to test new power combinations, seeing as they have adequate numbers without risk of another combatant surprising them. The encounter, and their experiments end in moments, but the experience is rewarding, despite the small window of time.

With the encampment clear of hostiles, Jasper comms the Tannenberg to give her the all clear. Leng nudges one of the dead mercs with a foot before lifting his carcass up and slamming it down as hard as he can, splattering both he and Jasper with gore.

Jasper sputters, glaring through the crimson mask he’s been oh so graciously gifted, before glaring at Leng harshly. “Are you serious?”

Leng shrugs.

#fictober22 #graphic depictions of violence #death #fanfiction #mass effect #kai leng #mshep #cross posted on ao3 #cross posted on ffn

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quillyfied · 2 years

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hey look. i know what you mean with the stuff being old and dated but i swear to you its probably someones favorite thing to reread from time to time. i sometimes open ffnet to read 2007 or something fics that are my guilty pleasures and they were the first thing i saved for myself typos and all. and theyre great to compare how you yourself have grown with writing. its like that post with the person who talked to prachett about liking seeing writers grow. saving it is worth it i swear

Thank you for taking the time to say this! I have the original files still so I’d be hoarding them like a dragon but I will think more on the subject of cross posting. To be fair I don’t think I remember what all I even have over there so it might be worth it to take a look and see what is even on the internet archival chopping block. Might be a good use of pseuds tbh.

#my final word will be ‘if I have time’ bc for sure posting that much fic will take a very long time #tho come to think of it now there’s an FFN story that just updated this year that I hope the author cross posts or saves #or frankly publishes bc I think they could do it #hmmmmmm #anyway FFN is going down and this is a sad day

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sonorous-cicada · 1 year

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Breathe Part 6

Red eyes stared at me in the mirror; a slow spinning tomoe like a single tadpole on a red pond. There was a knock at the bathroom door and I quickly pulled back my chakra from my eyes. My hands braced against the sink as I struggled to stay upright.

“Chizu, are you okay?” Itachi asked from the other side of the door, jiggling the handle.

No. I wasn’t okay. My brother was killing his soul for this village and no one seemed to care. Every mission he came back with fewer pieces than he had started with. Every time he walked out the door my heart shattered.

“Yes, I’m fine,” I said, breathing deeply before unlocking it. “Can’t anyone in this house go to the restroom in peace?”

His cheeks turned red. Capitalizing on this momentary embarrassment I continued, if only to get him out of his head for a moment. “If you must know, we’re also out of tampons. This is the last one.” I threw the packaged object at his head. His mouth popped open as his entire face gave a very convincing impression of a tomato.

Slapping his cheek a few times, I grinned. “Careful, you’ll catch flies in your mouth that way.”

The tomato then turned into a fish, his mouth opening and closing. These moments were rare. We were sixteen, but I almost never saw him. He closed his mouth then and looked at me before huffing a laugh. The finger against my forehead that followed was gentle as he pushed me back.

“Very crude.”

“True, but it got you to laugh,” I pointed out. I could remember the genuine smile he gave me then. His entire face lightened and the premature frown lines smoothed. His chest was warm against my face when I threw my arms around him. “I love you.”

‘I’ll save you, nii-san. I’ll take this burden from you.’ I thought but didn’t dare utter.

That drew his attention and he pulled back to look at me again. The hardwood floor still echoed in my mind when I waved goodbye and walked out of the door. I had an appointment to keep, after all. He didn’t need to know the nature of it.

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Itachi laid his head against the cool pillow. The very idea of his sister becoming a spy for Konoha rankled him. Though she was far from helpless, she was still not a kunoichi. He suspected she had her reasons. It was awfully coincidental that he was promoted the same week she had an appointment with their godfather as the Hokage. Yet, Itachi never believed in coincidences. Irony, yes, but not a coincidence.

The sleeping pills the doctors had forced on him were slowly working their way through his bloodstream. An image of Hoshigake Kisame came to mind. A red circle in his bingo book. Stolen from his own safe that could only be accessed by his hand. Or a twin, perhaps, could have a close enough chakra to open it.

There was no possible way Chizu could have activated a sharingan to use it. Unless that night with the kyuubi. Father and Chizu never talked about what happened. The village had only been told that Fugaku and Minato worked together to seal the beast back into Kushina.

Even if she had accessed his safe and his bingo book, how do Hoshigake Kisame factor into her plans? To his knowledge, she had only left the village five times in her entire life. Three of which was to obtain contracts with new merchants.

‘New merchants that ventured through the trade routes of the Land of Water,’ he added groggily.

“What have you been doing, Zu?” he quietly asked the night before closing his eyes.

#breathe drabble series part 6 #breathe #itachi uchiha #chizu uchiha #naruto fandom #original character #cross posted on ffn #cross posted on ao3

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notsostraightarrowbabey · 1 year

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Chapter 17 is Live!!

(it was live like three months ago but i forgot to post on tumblr lol)

You can find it:

Here! on ao3

Here! on ff.net

Or Below the Cut if you prefer Tumblr!

Selkies bleed red.

Perhaps this discovery should not have shocked Ochako, and yet the fact remained that it did. She thought that, maybe, they might bleed some fantastical color–green or even gold. Her assumptions were wrong.

Selkies’ blood was as red as hers, or any human’s, was; she could see the evidence quite clearly as it dripped onto the parlor rug.

Tomura gripped his shoulder where he had been struck with the bullet from her father’s pistol. The bleeding was fast, and a great ugly stain spread down his shirt. Dabi and Magne had rushed forward after the shot had rang out, and were now helping him sit up from where he had fallen to the floor.

The rest of the crew that had been standing tensely in the foyer had scattered around the room. Himiko had raced over to Ochako. Izuku had crossed the room to Ochako’s father and had liberated the pistol from him. Spinner and Jin were standing by Ochako’s mother in case she tried anything, and Eri and Tsu were nowhere to be seen.

“Oh my god,” Ochako said. She had begun to shake. The sound of the pistol firing in such close quarters had left her ears ringing, and the smell of Tomura’s blood made her feel sick. “Oh my god.”

“I–” Her father began, but Ochako cut him off before he could continue.

“Why would you do that? How could you do that?: fire a pistol at someone who meant you no harm?”

Her father’s eyes flashed, and his expression hardened.

“At your age, you would not understand. He is a selkie, Ochako. Selkies are dangerous.”

“Bullshit,” Ochako muttered. “HE WAS TRYING TO LEAVE! They all were! You were just too stubborn and scared to see it!”

“Don’t you talk to me that way. I am your father.”

“You just shot someone,” Ochako repeated. Her voice had gone soft and shaky, almost like she was going to cry. “in cold blood.”

“As I said before: You are under their spell. That is the only reason that you feel any sort of empathy for that thing. Once we get him to break the spell–”

“How many times do we have to tell you? THE NECKLACE IS NOT A SPELL!” Ochako felt Himiko grab for her hand but she shook it away. If she held someone’s hand now, she would surely break down and cry. She had to remain strong to get her point across. “For your information, the necklace happens to be a courting gift.”

“From whom?” Her mother asked. Both Spinner and Jin looked at her warily.

Ochako looked back at Himiko and gestured for her to stand directly beside Ochako.

“From Himiko. She presented me with a courting gift,” Ochako said. The shaking had gotten worse as she watched both of her parents’ faces sour further. “and I have accepted.”

“Darling,” Her mother crooned at her. She sounded soft, though her face still looked pinched. “You should have told us this!” Ochako felt her heart lift for the first time during this whole ordeal. You should have told us that you two were courting! She imagined her mother would say. They–her mother and father both–would apologize, call for a doctor for Tomura’s shoulder, and then they would all sit down and converse over some tea. “There are plenty of other pretty human girls in the village! We could have arranged for something: for one to come over for a picnic of some sort while we talked with her parents! There’s no need for you to settle for something inhuman.”

And just like that, Ochako’s optimism was shattered.

She absolutely could not believe what had happened thus far today. Looking back at her childhood, she could not reconcile the loving, considerate, easy-going parents that she knew with the cruel, hate-filled people that stood before her now. It hurt her deeply to know that they would turn so quickly against someone. The thought made her nauseous.

“I believe Tomura was right,” Ochako said. “We are leaving.”

“What?” Both her mother and father attempted to walk to her, but Izuku, Spinner, and Jin held them back.

“Tomura needs medical attention, and I no longer wish to stay.” Ochako turned and walked towards the door, and everyone followed suit, Dabi and Magne supporting Tomura as they followed. Before Ochako could cross over the threshold onto the lawn, she turned back around in the doorway to get one last look at her parents. They were looking at her with sorrow and anger and something that looked similar to confusion, as if they, too, could not recognize the person that their daughter had become.

She looked around at the parlor: the destroyed furniture, the askew pictures on the walls, the mantelpiece. She noticed that of the clothespin dolls that rested on the mantelpiece–the ones that she and her mother had made together when she was about five–one of them was missing. The one that represented Ochako herself was no longer residing with the dolls that represented her parents.

How fitting, she thought to herself, as she shut the door to her childhood home.

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Fifteen - Sixteen - Seventeen - Eighteen

#togachako #toga himiko #uraraka ochako #toga himiko x uraraka ochako #shigadabi #bnha #bnha fic #BNHA au #mha #mha fic #pirate AU #cross posted on AO3 #crossposted on ffn #fish and pearls

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the-badger-mole · 3 months

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First Date: Chapter 2

A guard opened the door to the office to let in his youngest daughter, Kya, in. The five year old princess was concentrating very hard on not spilling the cup of tea she had brought for her father. Zuko couldn't help the smile that spread across his face as she stared very seriously at the cup in her hand. Most of the tea has sloshed out on her way up to Zuko's office so all that was left was a small puddle of tea at the bottom of the cup. The rest of it was on Kya's gold tunic, making a large brown stain down the front.

"Daddy," she said, looking up at her father, with large blue eyes. " Mommy said to give you your tea." She held the nearly empty cup out to Zuko proudly and Zuko took the cup and swallowed the bit of tea with over exaggerated enthusiasm.

"Very good, Kya," he said. "It was delicious." Kya grinned and threw her arms around her father's knees.

"Daddy, can you make a firebird?" It was a favorite pastime of Kya's to watch her parents and older sibling bend. She was the only one of Katara and Zuko's four children who had no bending ability, so she was fascinated by anyone who did. Ordinarily, Zuko was more than happy to oblige his youngest child with a small show, but not tonight.

"Daddy's busy, Kya," he said. "But I promise I'll do the story of the Phoenix and the Dragon tomorrow." Kya was the most like her mother of all her siblings, both in looks and stubbornness. She folded her arms and did a perfect imitation of Katara's no nonsense face.

"Mommy said to tell you that she wants you to tell me a bedtime story." Zuko had to clench his jaw to keep from growling in frustration. Katara wanted to make sure he wasn't up to anything and had sent Kya to keep him busy. She knew how hard it was for Zuko to deny his youngest daughter anything. But this time she underestimated his determination.

Read the rest of the chapter here

#atla #zutara #first date #ffn cross posting

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i’ve been seeing a lot of the danny phantom and dc crossovers lately, as well as checked out the tag on ao3. it’s grown exponentially over the last few years, which blows my mind, mostly because it’s a trope near and dear to my heart for the last seven to eight years. i first read a dp and dc crossover on the ffn website in 2015-2016. for context, the fic was originally published on ffn in 2012. i’m pretty sure it was one of the last fics i read on that site. the title has stayed with me for YEARS, even across multiple iphones, reappearing in my safari bookmarks, and following me on my ffn to ao3 transition. i’m queuing it for a reread, but just remembering it makes me wonder how many tropes of the current dp x dc crossovers it’s kicked off. For anyone curious, the fic is Zeus’ Dice. it was last updated on both ffn (where it has over 1k follows and favorites) and ao3 (where it was cross posted in 2016) in 2020. it has 9 chapters and it has yet to be finished. i have not reread it in years, but will do so soon to see how it is.

#you can not tell me that this fic is not responsible for the huge dcxdp crossover boom #2012 is literally 12 years ago #i found this fic in 2015 and it’s stuck with me since then #iconic #dp #dp x dc crossover #dc x dp #dpxdc #danny fenton #danny phantom #daniel fenton #dc #dc comics #dc characters #dcu #dc universe #dp x dc #batman #tagging all of these to give one of my favorite unfinished fanfics some love #and also because this is how fanfic history is made #i feel like so many people have such cool crossover ideas in their heads that they never publish for fear that no one will read it #or be interested #or care #and like i hope this shows you that you should go publish it #100%#because who knows #in 12 years it might just be part of a fan phenomenon/craze/buzz that so may people are actively creating in #fanfiction #ao3 #archive of our own

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Hi! I'm very new to the fandom. What Klonnie fics currently in the works would you recommend from AO3, Wattpad, or ffn?

I'll make a small master list with links. Not all are completed though fyi! please respect all authors. This is a mix of past and current fics.

Paint It Black by jazzywazzy08 on FFN:After the death of her grandmother Bonnie Bennett starts on a downward spiral and is sent to live with her mother Abby Bennett-Mikaelson. When Bonnie witnesses firsthand the life of luxury her mother has been leading, she's hell-bent on making Abby's new life miserable and taking everything that her mother holds dear, starting with her new husband Niklaus Mikaelson. Check out their other works as well!

stay awake by dirtygoldensoul on FFN: Star-crossed lovers. What a cliché. No wonder they were doomed to fail. But learning that his witch is strapped in a prison world, Klaus battles against all the pain and memories of their past to retrieve Bonnie. No matter what it takes. S3-6 canon divergence. Klonnie. Check out their other works as well!

walk of shame by dinky on FFN:It was supposed to be a business meeting between him and me. Somehow everything got tangled up. Slight A.U

Mountain High by mythorhuman on A03: She was a Bennett witch. "Was" being the operative word here. Bonnie could barely remember being a normal teenage girl. Normal teenage girls don't entertain phone calls from immortal serial killers with a thirst for blood. Normal teenage girls run from dangerous men and keep their distance from such evil. Normal teenage girls aren't willing to make a deal with the devil for their own profit. Unfortunately, Bonnie was not normal and her devil was Klaus Mikaelson. It's just another secret to keep from her friends. She's still a little hurt that her death went completely unnoticed. It's low risk, high reward. Strictly business. Nothing more, nothing less. And the lies she tells herself keep adding up.

A Witch Bargain by melmedarda on AO3: After leaving New Orleans a little over a month ago, Bonnie's abrupt return to New Orleans sends tension through the French Quarter when she seeks Klaus—the enigmatic ruler who took over Marcel Gerard's reign. Bonnie brings life-altering news that upends their lives and ignites complications. This revelation isn't the only thing that drives Bonnie's return. She has to uncover the secrets of an ancient Witch Bargain cast on the Originals before they were even born, and the only person who holds the answers is the forgotten Mikaelson sibling. Bonnie's departure is driven by more than the revelation she bears. Veiled beneath it all lies a trove of dark secrets that she carries, secrets that will soon demand their due consequences. With old grudges resurfacing, new adversaries emerging, and a curse threatening them, Bonnie and Klaus must overcome their troubles and protect their loved ones amidst the ever-present danger lurking in the shadows. Check out their other works as well!

dear little witch by cancerianwoman on AO3: Bonnie Bennett has held plenty of titles. A daughter, friend, teen witch, and a former wife. The most important one to her now was mother and business owner. She earned this life for herself and would be damned if she lost. A witch’s premonition is nothing to ignore. Bonnie values her life away from Mystic Falls and returning wasn’t likely for her until her daughter’s safety was compromised. The Salvatore Boarding School would change everything for the Bennett witches. Secrets will unfold and time can only tell what’s to come next. Hope Mikaelson won’t be the only one with her world turned upside down. Family is forever, whether anyone likes it or not. Everything is done in the name of family. -an au of TVD/TO post season 8 & 4 of TO. Check out their other works as well!

No Church In The Wild by beyonceofmysticfalls on AO3: Years after blowing the dust of Mystic Falls off her feet, Bonnie finds herself caught in the supernatural crossfire yet again. This time, however, she is playing by nobody's rules except her own. Check out their other works as well!

Labyrinth: A Bonnie Bennett x Klaus centric universe by artemiseamoon on AO3: After many years, major life events and memories, Bonnie and Klaus remain cosmically drawn to each other. After a year in Paris, Bonnie returns to the states and crosses paths with the hybrid who haunts her mind and heart. The reunion forces them both to examine their past, and feelings for each other. All the while Bonnie carves out a new life for herself in the Cresent City.

Kindred by Richoonelover1941 on FFN:This is a dark, twisted Klonnie AU story that was supposed to be a one-shot. This is not for the faint of heart, many will not like it. It contains smut, verbal abuse and violence. This is a warning! Jeremy and his girlfriend go on a road trip with unexpecting results. Bonnie B, Klaus M, Jeremy G, Caroline F. I do not own the rights to TVD or its characters, I'm just playing with.

all the devils are here by irishcookie on FFN :Both of them are broken but there is something more going on when Bonnie Bennett arrives in New Orleans needing Klaus Mikaelson's help. After a deal is struck, the pair try to work together while dealing with their losses. A Klonnie angst fic set after the series finale of TVD and season 3 of The Originals. COMPLETED. Check out their other works!

The Summoned Witch by szajnie on ao3: TVD/TO AU: Hope Mikaelson needs help. At seven years old, she's not strong enough to protect the people she cares about from the dangers that surround them. What she needs is a bigger witch. So she summons one. Check out their other works!

Truth Teller by thehedgerider on ao3: Seven years after the events of S3 of TO and four years after the events of S7 of TVD, Bonnie Bennett is in New Orleans to find a weapon for defeating the entity that's been unleashed...and finds Klaus Mikaelson. Check out their other works!

A Foolish Escape From Reality by mizzm29 on ao3: Bonnie is in desperate need of a change. Jumping on the first opportunity she gets, she embarks on a journey of being a baby sitter for a certain original hybrid. Check out their other works as well!

Uncharted Desires by waitingforyouonce:It's time for the Annual Bellham Festival, a month long celebration where supernatural women put their name on a list and are pursued by interested suitors. Normally Bonnie chooses not to participate, but when Elena implies that she's undesirable she changes her mind. Several men in town immediately set their sights on her hoping to win her heart. (Bamon/Stefonnie/Tonnie/Klonnie) Check out their other works!

The Devil's Companion by GoddessWitch/Six2VII on ao3:A prophecy forces Klaus to act against his wishes. An outdated law forces Bonnie to sacrifice her future. Magic and fate push the two together. What happens when a witch and a hybrid are forced to have a child neither of them wants? An outcome neither of them is ready for. Check out their other works as well!

Protector by mizzcullen13 on FFN: Through no words at all he let her know she didn't have to be anyone's protector anymore, because he was hers. Check out their other works as well!

Resurrection by TalulaJones on FFN: Klaus wants to be King of New Orleans but there is only one witch who can make that happen.. Check out their other works as well!

Let Bygones Be Bygones by Lana Archer on FFN: Klaus finally has everything he's wanted. Hope to himself, Hayley lost to her curse, Dahlia and Esther cemented in death. But a little witch, with an affinity of drawing on any magic in her radius rolls into town, just in time to get the Original Hybrid back up on his toes.

This has gotten pretty long. I am sorry if anyone thinks they were missed it was not intentional. Please let me know if any of these links are incorrect so I can edit them! If you have any fic you would like to add in this list please dm me.

-Rikki

#klonnie #bonnie bennett #klaus mikaelson #bonnie x klaus #klaus x bonnie #the vampire diaries #klonnie fanfic #klonnie fic #fic rec #tvd #anon ask

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