#d20 fic

[brionbroadway]

“I just don't want to see my son killing himself to get huge accolades for other people that call him The Ball.”

She doesn’t get it.

Which is weird, because his mom gets everything. She is the only person Riz trusts to put pins on his conspiracy board. She sees connection where others see coincidence; she gets confessions where others get pleasantries. She is intuitive but not hasty, confident but not conceited. She’s smart.

So it’s strange, for there to be a disconnect in her perception to what Riz considered a fact.

“The Ball is a good thing.”

Of all the mysteries in his mind, this was not one of them.

His friends love him, and he loves them, so he helps. It’s what his dad would do and what his mom still does, and he is lucky enough to have parents that can double as role models. What can he trust in if not that and his friends?

“I don’t like it. Your name is Riz, and your friends, whom I love, I just want to make sure that you're not being taken advantage of.”

She does love his friends; that’s another fact. Riz has to reconcile that love and disapproval can coexist, that unfair treatment can happen without intention.

But it is different now than it was at the beginning of the school year, right? He can’t deny that his friends are working hard, even if their methods aren’t always the ones he’d choose for them. The facts are, and the facts are what Riz needs to focus on, that all of them are somehow facing more than they ever have before, stressors stacked on top of each other until they can no longer see one another.

His mom doesn’t get it.

And Riz feels lonelier than he did at the beginning of their conversation.

#d20 #dimension 20 #fhjy #fhjy spoilers #fantasy high #fantasy high junior year #riz gukgak #sklonda gukgak #drabbles #d20 fic

[bloodkeep-escape]

the same question: a d20 mentopolis fic

"You ever been kissed, Hunch?" Hunch Curio chokes on smoke, coughing on it until he almost sees stars. "Sorry, what?" he rasps, reaching forward to put his cigarette out in the ashtray resting on the bar. Dan Fucks, leaning with his elbows against that same bar, grins. "I asked if you've ever been kissed." ~~ Dan keeps asking the same question. Hunch keeps having the same answer.

read on ao3!

#dimension 20 #mentopolis #hunch curio #dan fucks #hunchfucks #d20 mentopolis #d20 fic #hey! read my fic! i had fun writing it!

[dorics]

I CAN'T WAIT TO LOSE ALL MY FRIENDS TOMORROW.

[fantasy high. the remaining high five heroes become the rat grinders. 5k.]

“she affixes her own pin to her vest, and she notices her hands shaking as she does so. she smoothes out her shirt and then looks back up at her adventuring party. what’s left of it, anyway, a snide voice in the back of her mind reminds her, and she digs her nails into her palms, letting the spike of pain bring her back to the moment. “what’s this for?” oisin asks, studying it with the intensity that only a person who is still drunk can have. “it’s for our new party name,” kipperlilly explains. “the rat grinders.”” or; what remains of the high five heroes, the night before their junior year.

the rat grinders have taken over my brain and i'm not even sorry about it. i can't stop thinking about them actually. they are so fascinating to me and i am rotating them at top speed in my brain and that's how this fic happened.

read ‘i can't wait to lose all my friends tomorrow.’ here on ao3!

#dimension 20 #d20 #dimension 20 fic #d20 fic #fantasy high #fantasy high junior year #fantasy high fic #the rat grinders #kipperlilly copperkettle #oisin hakinvar #ivy embra #ruben hopclap #mary ann skuttle #writing tag #fic tag #fantasy high tag #d20 tag

[adaines-furious-feast]

Baron's Game: Fabian Seacaster

Still waiting on AO3 invite, but I can't get this out of my head. Sorry it's so long.

The dust stung Fabian’s eye. He screwed it shut and went to rub it when a loud, low sound vibrated through the room. There was a sudden silence and Fabian became painfully aware of his own breathing.  

When he opened his eye again, Fabian was alone. 

The silence continued, almost smothering him. 

Fabian laughed uncertainly, looking around the room. 

“Guys?” 

The silence swallowed his voice almost as soon as it left his mouth. 

“Hello?” 

Fabian scanned the room for any clues, mentally going through his spells to find something that might help. 

Movement out of the corner of his eye made Fabian spin around. 

A full length mirror stood in the corner, leaning against the wall. Cobwebs clung to it, but the face was eerily clear of dust. 

He approached slowly, not sure what to expect. 

Fabian found his friends reflected in the mirror. They were talking, but Fabian couldn’t hear anything. Their hand movements indicated they were planning something. Someone waved into the far corner and Fabian realised he was standing there. No, something that looked like him. It joined the conversation and agreed to whatever was being planned. 

A thud made Fabian jump out of his skin and he spun around. 

Slowly, a small orange ball rolled out from behind some boxes. The sound of it rolling span around the room and Fabian’s head. 

“What the-” 

Fabian approached gingerly, his hand on his sword hilt. It wasn’t a ball. It was an orange. He reached out and picked up the orange, and only then realised the far side was rotten. He instinctively dropped the orange, which smashed as it hit the floor. The rotten flesh scattered across the floor.  

Another nervous laugh escaped Fabian’s lips, only to be immediately swallowed by the silence again. 

Fabian turned back to the mirror. 

“Jesus Christ!” 

The skeleton creature was now in the reflection, standing directly in front of the mirror. It stood with its hands behind its back, head shifted to one side and a perfect smile on its face. 

“What the fuck?” 

“Do not be afraid, Fabian Seacaster,” the skeleton boy said. It’s mouth did not move. “I am not going to hurt you. Not just yet.” 

“What the fuck are you?” 

“I am Baron,” the boy said. 

“O... kay...” Fabian said slowly, backing away from the mirror. 

“It is good to meet you, Fabian Seacaster,” Baron said. “I believe I have you to thank for my existence.” 

Fabian didn’t say anything, continuing to edge towards the door. He kept Baron in his sight, as if the creature might jump out of the mirror if he looked away.  

When Fabian didn’t reply, Baron stayed silent. The silence seemed to get louder, violently pushing on Fabian’s eardrums. 

He reached the door and ripped it open, preparing to run. But when he turned to face it, he found nothing. There was no corridor, no room, no outside. It wasn’t darkness. It was just a void. 

“It is very rude to run away during a conversation, Fabian Seacaster,” Baron said. “The conversation will always find you.” 

“What the fuck?” Fabian said again. It was all he could think to say. Every other thought he had was drowned out by the question. He heard it on every breath he took as he began to hyperventilate.  

“It would seem you are in the mirror,” Baron said. “You have met a terrible fate. Only wat is reflected in the mirror exists. I am sorry I had to put you here. It is important to the game.” 

“What game?” Fabian asked, trying to make his voice sound powerful. And failing. 

“You will see,” Baron said cheerfully.  

Baron sat down, their legs crossed. They leaned their chin against their hands, leaning forward so their head was almost touching the mirror.  

“What do you want?” Fabian asked. 

“To talk,” Baron said. “You are the friend of my Romance Partner, Riz Gukgak, and responsible for my existence. I would like to get to know you.” 

“And then you’ll let me go?” Fabian asked. 

“Eventually,” Baron said. 

Fabian looked around the room again, but no new ideas came to him. “Fine.” 

The answer seemed to please Baron. “I would like to play a game of question and answer.” 

“What’s that?” 

“I will ask you a question, and you will answer,” Baron said. “Then I will answer any question you have.” 

Fabian looked around again. “O...kay...” 

“Why did you lie about seeking a relationship with Aelwyn Abernant?” Baron asked. 

Fabian frowned again, trying to figure out what on Spyre the freaky creature was talking about. 

“I didn’t,” Fabian said. “I mean, I’m a cool guy and she’s a hot girl so I wanted...” Fabian’s stomach heaved and he doubled over before vomiting. 

“You should not lie, Fabian Seacaster,” Baron warned. “If you do, there will be grave consequences.” 

When Fabian looked up, a crack had appeared in the mirror, crossing Baron’s face and slicing through his empty eye socket. 

“I didn’t,” Fabian tried before vomiting again. “Fine, I did but... I’m supposed to get in a relationship with a hot girl. And she kissed me!” 

Fabian breathed heavily, wiping drool on the back of his hand. 

Baron sat still, waiting. 

“Why do you care?” Fabian asked, glaring at him. 

“You lied about a relationship, which made your friend, Riz Gukgak, lie about a relationship,” Baron said. “But rather than choosing someone he knew would never date him, Riz Gukgak created me, his Romance Partner.” 

“Why would the Ball-” 

Baron tutted, wagging a boney finger at Fabian. 

“It is my turn to ask a question. If you believe you should be in a relationship, why do you reject those that wish to be in a relationship with you, Fabian Seacaster?” 

“Because I don’t want a relationship,” Fabian said, speaking quickly so he could get to his question. “Why are you asking questions you already know the answer to.” 

Baron cocked his head, apparently surprised by how quickly Fabian spoke. 

“I want you to think about these answers,” Baron said. “There are few things more horrifying than what you really are, Fabian Seacaster. It has already pushed away your parents. It will not be long before those you call your friends will leave too.” 

Fabian’s eye was closed. His grip on Fandrangor tightened. If he was trapped in the mirror, there was only one way to get out of here. 

He was suddenly thrown to the floor. His eye burst open and he found Ragh on top of him, shouting something.  

Fabian found himself in Adaine’s room, his friends around him.  

The memory of the mirror world slipped from his mind as he tried to understand what had happened. But there was something digging deep in his subconsciousness that was not going to disappear. 

#dimension 20 #fantasy high #fantasy high spoilers #baron from the baronies #fabian seacaster #d20 fic #also I know Jesus Christ doesn't exist in this universe but it's what Lou would say #just imagine the LOTR excuse of “there's something in their language which I translated into our phrase” #ace Fabian #oops all ace

[angelwiththeblue-box]

“Okay, okay, circle up!” Fig pulls a cot towards the center of the space, dropping on top of it, shucking off her jacket in the magical warmth of the tent. “Who wants to go first?” Adaine’s hand shoots up, and she bats away Kristen’s hand as she pulls out her present.

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secret sylvan gift exchange rewrite bc im obsessed

pairing: the bad kids

word count: 1,313

rated: t

taglist under the cut

taglist: @disdoorted-crows @dapper-nahrwhale @leelovessharks @starchaserbaby @blueskiesandstarrynights @genuine-possum @thedragonemperess @depressedtransguy (lemme know if u want to be added or removed)

#eli writes #god i missed writing #the bad kids #the bad kids my beloved #theyre best friends you guys did you know that #fantasy high #fantasy high junior year #fantasy high fanfic #dimension 20 #d20 fic #not plot spoilers #figueroth faeth #kristen applebees #riz gukgak #adaine abernant #fabian seacaster #gorgug thistlespring #a very merry moonar yulenear #episode rewrite #fluff #platonic cuddling

[brennan-lee-mother]

If you're in the mood for some deep angst, consider reading my Fabian character study where he gets insane nightmares and does not react in any way that is healthy or productive!!!

#fantasy high junior year #fhjy #fantasy high #dimension 20 #mera speaks #d20 #fh #fabian aramais seacaster #d20 fic #mera writes

[counterspellthisyoucasual]

Me writing drabbles about the inherent lonliness of being a highschooler who has to be an adult on their own through the lense of Fabian Seacaster whilst drunk? More likely thank you think.

#fantasy high #d20 fantasy high #d20 #d20 fhjy #fabian seacaster #d20 fic #fhjy fanfic #d20 fanfic

[raayide]

i have Many Thoughts on Aelwyn only being eighteen and I am Extremely Willing to talk about them whether you want it or not

with a sprinkle of toxic lesbians. for a kick

#ao3 #d20 #d20 fhjy #d20 fantasy high #d20 fic #dimension 20 #d20 fanfic #aelwyn abernant #aelwyn

[the-greatest-magic-of-all]

Fanfic Masterlist

Below Deck | Words: 2,631 | fabriz • whump | ao3 |

Riz races across the lower decks of Leviathan to find a missing Fabian who, after sleepwalking into the sea, was found by some of Whitclaw's crew and dragged back to their ship as a present for the future pirate king. But of course, that didn't mean that the crew couldn't have some fun with him first.

Down but Not Out | Words: 3,603 | fabriz • spy au | ao3 |

Fabian infiltrates the Red Scale Hotel in search of the man who murdered his late partner, Agent Riz Gukgak, to get revenge and discovers that "dead" and "presumed to be dead" are, thankfully, two very different things.

Frightful Snow & Delightful Fire | Words: 7,455 | fabriz • hurt/comfort | ao3 |

Lost in a blizzard and separated from the rest of the party, Fabian does his best to keep Riz safe while trudging through snowbanks until he happens upon a lonely cottage...

Not Just Anyone | Words: 1,585 | adaine & ayda • fluff | ao3 |

Ayda finds Adaine asleep in a nook within the Compass Points after an intense study session and does her best to get her to bed.

The Case of the Elusive Doodle Bandit | Words: 2,734 | fabriz • fluff | ao3 |

Someone's been doodling all over Riz's notes, books, and clues for a while now and he's going to get to the bottom of it and find out just who this doodle bandit is! On an unrelated note: Fabian really knows his way around a pen.

Three Bag Monte | Words: 8,881 | fabriz • rescue mission | ao3 |

Fabian must head out on a solo mission to the City of Brass to rescue Riz when he falls asleep in Fabian's backpack and gets taken by a fellow Owlbear by accident.

#fanfic masterlist #fanfic #d20 fic #fantasy high fanfic #fabriz

[cactusnymph]

“Fuck me”, Fabian groans.

“I have so many questions”, Kristen says. “Mainly… why is your skin purple?”

Fabian throws a pillow at her.

“I drank some glowing stuff on Danielle’s party and apparently it turned everyone into different colors based on their fucking emotions or whatever”, Fabian mumbles and Kristen snorts as she rubs her hands together before putting them on both sides of his head. If it were for Fabian he would have preferred not to see anyone while he was bright purple but he figured that his best shot at getting rid of this shit was to ask a cleric.

And the cleric of his trust is Kristen.

“Awesome. Kinda sorry I missed it. So what’s purple mean?”, she wants to know. Fabian can feel her magic cover his skin and cool his head down and the effect makes him sigh. He immediately feels less nauseous.

“’m not telling you”, he grumbles. Kristen cackles.

“What? Is it like… the horny color? I mean, come on, Fabian. We already knew you were horny. I always say there’s no shame in your desires”, Kristen says with a wide grin and Fabian certainly knows that this is her philosophy with how much she jokes about 69-ing her girlfriend.

“Oh fuck off”, Fabian groans and throws another pillow at her. He has many on his enormous bed, so they should last him for a while if Kristen decides to be mean about his predicament. Fabian thinks about Kristen’s journey and half the time he didn’t understand what her issues were about but right now Fabian feels like maybe he understands part of them for the very first time.

Because fuck.

“Okay, you’re looking decidedly less purple”, Kristen says and looks pleased with herself. “What colors did the other guys turn?”

Fabian makes a sound like a dying corn gremlin.

13k of Fabian being very bi for Gorgug and Ragh

#fantasy high #fhsy #d20 fantasy high #d20 fhsy #d20 fic #fabian seacaster #ragh barkrock #gorgug thistlespring #mi writes

[iamyouknow-yours]

What's your favourite Dimension 20 fanfic/fanfics?

I read this one which I enjoyed about Aelwyn Abernant <3 becoming a paladin. I fucking love when the mechanics mean things and stats change because people change hhhhh I am feral about it.

Yeah bonus points if your fic recs include use of mechanics!!!

There is also this series which I come back to because I too wish to project my chronic illnesses and/or problems onto fictional characters.

Additional bonus points if your fic has disabled characters, I am disabled and I make the rules for this point system.

Excited for people's faves, please post links!!!! Rec as many as you like.

Can be long or short fics, no rules except you just have to have had a good time and/or felt feelings while reading the fic.

#dimension 20 #d20 #fic rec #d20 fic #fantasy high #d20 fantasy high #aelwyn abernant #disability #chronic illness #escape from the bloodkeep #unsleeping city #tiny heist #crown of candy #pirates of leviathan #mice and murder #misfits and magic #the seven #shriek week #starstruck odyssey #coffin run #a court of fey and flowers #neverafter #ravening war #dungeons and drag queens #mentopolis #burrow's end #mechanics my beloved <3 #fic rec request #D20 fic rec

[brionbroadway]

Work is an act of love.

His dad’s words aren’t supposed to do this.

The mantra that carried Riz through the Night Yorb battle, the reminder as he plotted his friends’ academic success. He couldn’t have the right conversations with Fig about Ayda, Adaine about Aelwyn, Kristen about Cassandra—

And now Kalina is back, and that somehow feels like his fault too, but guilt is not what Riz is sitting with right now.

No, he couldn’t have the right conversations, but he kept them alive to have those conversations with one another. And through his plans for college, he will keep them together.

It’s a hard job, though. The more he works on it, the more difficult it gets. Is that how it’s supposed to go?

Not for the fucking Rat Grinders, fighting the same enemies in the woods over and over again, three hours a day, nine hours on weekends. It’s infuriating, and even more so is the fact that Riz understands it. It’s work they’re doing to keep themselves together.

Work is an act of love.

Riz sighs at the essay he’s started for Kristen. 10 pages on how she saved the world and revived a God. It would be easier to find a thesis if she had any kind of relationship with Cassandra—

But that would take too much work.

Riz loved Penny more than he loved the mystery of her, and he loves his friends more than their adventures together. His dad cracked that one; it’s not even a question for him anymore.

Work is an act of love.

Riz stops writing the essay, at least for now.

He has to give his friends a chance to love him back.

#d20 #dimension 20 #fhjy #fantasy high #fhjy spoilers #fantasy high junior year #riz gukgak #d20 fic #drabbles

[mischieffoal]

Amidst the feral beauty of the Bloom

And surging fairy magic flowing forth

Our loving fey find in their hearts the room

For pack of pixies drunk on lover's mirth

Or, a collection of vignettes of the Pack of Pixies expressing their love for one another across the Bloom. (The gloved hand touching is just what happens in public.)

Alternate title: A Court of Fairies and Fuckin'

Writing this fic required a spreadsheet, which, to me, is the best possible type of fic to write. Each chapter focuses on a different pairing within the Polycule of Pixies. (Fic is finished, chapters will be posted every couple of days).

#acofaf #a court of fey and flowers #prince andhera #BINX Choppley #lady chirp featherfowl #captain k p hob #lord squak airavis #delloso de la rue #d20 #dimension 20 #d20 fic #dimension 20 fic

[dorics]

I DON'T WANT YOU LIKE A BEST FRIEND.

[fantasy high. fig and gorgug are in a famous band together and everything is perfect. except for the fact that fig is completely and totally in love with gorgug. 11k.]

“it’s the twist in her gut now, as he leans on her, that finally clues her in to something that her heart has seemingly known for a long time and her brain has just now managed to figure out, finally catching up. she's completely in love with him.” or; what's a girl to do when she realizes she's in love with her best friend and bandmate except pine about it?

happy birthday to the number one figgorgug warrior sav @grasslandgirl !! i have been wanting to write this piece for a long time and your birthday was the perfect excuse to finally write the figgorgug famous band members fic that's been brewing in the back of my mind for like six months. i hope you don't mind the gratuitous inclusion of max durden as a member of the sig figs <3

read ‘i don't want you like a best friend.’ here on ao3!

listen to the accompanying mini-playlist here on spotify!

#so it's not a cake! but it is a fic :) #dimension 20 #d20 #dimension 20 fic #d20 fic #fantasy high #fantasy high fic #figgorgug #fantasy high tag #d20 tag #writing tag #fic tag

[yourbelgianthings]

nuts and bolts, androids and steroids

a sundrysyx fluff fic (2k words) as a surprise gift for @onehandkilling! no tws, i would say it's like pg-13, basically the same stuff the aso season itself has in it

When Norman Takamori first met his prospective crew for the Red Hot, he was not at all impressed. Norm was not a man who was easy to impress. His years with the Amercadian Space Brigade had left him gruff and cold. He stood in front of his ship, which resembled a hot dog far more than he would have liked, surveying the comms officer (an Aguatunesian floating in a large globe of water), the engineer (a human whose body was cyborg from the neck down), the two gunners (a unique all purpose android and a clone), and a businesswoman (a human) who would be working on the ship. At least she would be paying rent, Norm thought.

“All right, from here on out, you are the crew of my ship. Well, except for Ms. Encino, she works for some big company and is giving us money, so make sure she’s happy. I’m Norman Takamori, but call me Skipper. Do what I say when I tell you to do it, and there won’t be any problems.”

The five others looked at each other, unsure of what to do since the skipper had simply turned and left. They helped get the Aguatunesian onto the ship and into their larger water enclosure, then the android with pale skin, the long red ponytail, and one cybernetic eye wearing a retro pink waitress dress and roller skates spoke up.

“Hey y’all, I’m Sundry Sidney, the Swiss Army Wife! Or, that’s what they marketed me as. I can throw grenades, make drinks, and I even have pleasure protocols! I’m one of the gunners, and I’m happy to help out with anything!”

Everyone smiled and clapped. Then, Riva introduced themself, explaining that they were on their gallivant and had psychic communication, so not to get startled by that. The short cyborg with the bald head and Black skin was Gunthrie Miggles-Rashbax, but you could call him Gunnie. Margaret’s red hair was in a bob with bangs and she wore a skirt suit, introducing herself very briefly like she had somewhere better to be, and asked Sidney to bring an iced matcha latte to her office as soon as possible. Everyone stared silently as she retreated down the hallway until they couldn’t hear the click of her heels anymore. The last member of the crew, a large muscled man with a tan and shoulder length medium brown hair, wearing dark sunglasses, stepped forward.

“Well, I don’t know what her deal is,” he exclaimed as he took off his shades and tossed his hair, “but I’m Big Barry Syx, the other gunner with Sidney. Just call me Barry, and know that I’m down to be anybody’s bro!” With introductions complete, Riva swam away and Gunnie left to do some tutoring to earn extra credits towards paying off his body, leaving just Barry and Sid standing together. 

“Seems like it’s time for me to go make Miss Margaret’s drink, then,” said Sidney. She smiled at Barry and continued, “Pleasure meeting you, I think we’re gonna work together just fine.”

“Hey, I got nothing else to do tonight, and it sucks that you’re the only one who gets extra work. Would you mind some company?”

Sid stopped dead in her tracks. Nobody had ever offered to spend time with her as a friend before, let alone while she worked. She blushed, and quite uncharacteristically, nearly whispered, “Why, not at all,” before turning and skating down the hallway so fast Barry had to break into a jog to keep up with her.

Once she had gotten everything set up, Sid showed Barry all the steps of making a perfect iced matcha latte. He was disappointed to find out the drink contained no protein powder, which gave Sidney a good laugh, and she whirled around the kitchen faster than Barry could process, ending up right back in front of him with a chocolate protein shake served in a milkshake glass. He gasped in surprise.

“Oh man, Sid, you didn’t have to do all that extra work for me!”

“Don’t be silly,” she replied, “it’s nothing! Now you enjoy that, I have to go take Miss Margaret her drink,” and she squeezed his hand and skated off. Barry was still adjusting to not being around his other Barry bros all the time, but Sidney was different than anyone else he had met in his time on his own. He didn’t know what to do with this thought yet though, as Barrys were generally more inclined to action than reflection. So, he simply decided to wander around the ship until he finished his drink before going to bed. Over in her room, as she was about to power down for the night, Sundry Sidney also processed how their interaction was unlike any she had ever had before, her new fellow gunner seemed to see more in her than what she was programmed to do. It made her feel strange, but also excited to spend more time together. That night, Barry dreamed about the battalion’s trip to Uncle B.O.B’s Fantanimalland, and Sidney did not dream at all.

As the malton units passed and lengthened into nargons, the crew grew closer and developed an excellent working relationship. Well, everyone except the skipper. That was, he was still mean as ever, but nobody could deny his skill as a pilot. When they needed all hands on deck, even Margaret would put down her phone and close her laptop to help out. They made it out of a lot of risky jobs by the skin of their teeth. The life of a proldier was dangerous and unpredictable, but Barry and Sid still found moments to sneak away together. As good of friends as they all were, they enjoyed spending time with the whole crew, but the others could also tell there was something a little more going on between the gunners, so they would come up with reasons to leave the two of them alone. On one such night, when the movie had finished and Gunnie “needed to fix his calculator”, Margaret “had an important email to send”, and Riva had simply floated away with a wink, they found themselves the only ones left on the couch.

Barry cleared his throat. “Uh, great movie, right?”

“No, Barry, you hate that one and specifically said you didn’t want to watch it,” Sid laughed.

“Oh yeah, I did, didn’t I?” He blushed and awkwardly stood up. “Well, I haven’t done my foam rolling, so I should probably head out. Wouldn’t wanna get a cramp or anything, yknow…” trailing off, he turned and left. Sidney thought his shyness was adorable. In fact, maybe tonight would be perfect for that idea she had had in mind. She clicked on her comlink to the gunner channel.

“Hey Riva, are you still up?”

“Sure am,” came the reply.

“Oh great! Do you have any of that stuff you sell here on the ship?” she asked.

“Pleasure putty?” Riva’s voice instantly perked up.

“Excuse me?!” exclaimed Gunnie, and Margaret just chuckled. Suddenly, Norman Takamori’s voice was on the line, and he was furious.

“How many times do I have to tell you idiots that the gunner channel is only for the gunners to use in combat before you get it through your thick skulls? It’s not your goddamn party line, and don’t even bother trying to explain what’s happening right now because I do NOT want to know!”

“Sure thing, Skipper,” replied Sidney in her sweetest voice possible, “have a good night now!” She giggled to herself as she skated down towards Riva. When Barry heard a knock on his door, he jumped. He didn’t startle easily, but he must have zoned out without realizing it. As he opened the door to see Sid, a big smile spread across his face. He had secretly been hoping she would come.

“Hey, Barry! Skipper’s sure in a bad mood tonight, huh?”

“Oh, what?” Barry glanced at her quizzically. “I was in the shower so I didn’t hear anything, but I’m sure he was yelling about something like always.” Sidney mentally did a huge fist pump. Yes! He hadn't heard!

“You got that right,” she replied, “but that’s not why I’m here.”

Barry gestured for her to come sit on the bed next to him, which she did. “I really like you, Sid,” he told her. “You’re the best gunner partner a Barry could ask for. Well, besides another Barry.”

“I’m glad to hear I’m second best,” Sid teased, but she was clearly proud to be complimented on her work. “You’ve been working plenty hard too, Barry. While we’ve got a few martrons to ourselves, why don’t we” and pausing to pull the tin Riva gave her out of her pocket, “have a little fun?”

Barry’s jaw dropped and he blushed so much he felt like his head might explode. “Uh, hell yeah!” he exclaimed. Sidney leaned in to kiss him and it was all a wonderful blur of sensations, both physical and mental, from there. 

Some time later, they lay on the bed cuddling, Sid’s head resting on Barry’s very muscular chest, and their arms around each other.

“Hey Barry?” she asked.

“Hm?”

“Where are the other Barrys? You never call them or anything, and you seem sad whenever you mention them. You don't have to answer, I don’t want to ruin the mood or anything, but I’ve just noticed and kinda been worried. Barry’s eyes welled with tears Sid could not see from her position, and he took a deep breath.

“Damn, Sid, you are the most caring person I’ve ever met. Who else in the galaxy would have the best sex ever with me and then ask me how I’m doing like that?” Sidney sat up and replied as she gently wiped away Barry’s tears.

“Nobody, I’m the only one of me.”

“I had no idea. How about I tell you about the battalion and then you can tell me whatever you need to, okay?” He got a nod in response. 

“Just one sec though.” Sidney rummaged around in her bag and pulled out some red nail polish, holding it out towards him. “I don’t do well with just sitting and not doing something. Do you care?” Barry hesitated. Since being separated from the battalion, he had done his best to maintain the identical appearance he had always had to them, but he was here now, and nail polish wasn’t permanent. It was like a little gift from Sid. 

He said, “go for it,” and began to tell her about his time with the bros and all their adventures across the galaxy “unfucking the little guy.”

“I still can’t believe what Barry Nyne did to them.” Here he paused a moment before continuing, “It’s just the two of us left, but he betrayed the Barrys, so I don’t know if I can call him my bro anymore. It really sucks when I think about it too much, but honestly, I’ve been okay. Getting to know and work with people that aren’t just another you is different, but it’s not a bad change. This crew is the best!”

Sidney nodded. “Oh Barry, that’s terrible. I’m glad you’ve mostly been happy here, though. All your other clones would want you to still have fun and kick ass, I think.”

“You’re so right, Sid! You’ve got the true bro mindset!” Barry congratulated her.

“Hey now,” she laughed. “Don’t move yet, your nails aren’t dry!”

“Okay, okay!” and Barry settled in to listen to her story.

Sid recounted her daring exploits at the Handy Andi board meeting to escape a fate of destruction, and what she knew about her creator. “It’s just strange being the only one of my kind,” she mused. “I wasn’t built to need friends, but they’ve really been great.”

They both smiled and Sid reached out to take Barry’s hands (both of which were now dry). Without saying anything else, they knew that they were both less alone than before, and had a bro (or maybe something more) at their back all the time, not just when they were in the gunner stations.

#message from mirph #mirph's manuscripts #adventuring party #fic writing #d20 fanfic #d20 fic #a starstruck odyssey #sundry sidney #big barry syx #barry syx #ship fic #dimension 20

[rosmarinys]

i see through the eyes of a dog (but i can’t see yellow)

Gerard is not getting divorced, does not work in a pie shop for minimum wage, and is not in way over his head.

Gerard is also a liar.

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(Also known as: Gerard can bring back the dead, Scheherazade is just trying to solve mysteries, and Ylfa and Pinocchio are trying to work on their presentation skills.) PUSHING DAISIES AU

on ao3

#neverafter #dimension 20 #nic writes #pushing daisies au #i see through the eyes of a dog #gerard of greenleigh #d20 fic #literally the lamest description guys i haggled over it for at least fifteen minutes that a lifetime !!! #anyway i love my stupid kids