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prettyboykatsuki · 13 days

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I can just imagine fujo neet reader practicing different sex position with rin to make sure she gets the proportions right.

✮ tags ; fem!reader, sexual tension, rin's pov, RIN IS KIND OF MEAN TO HER BUT HE WANTS HER SO BAD FDKJJS, reader is a fujoshi and bl mangaka, pre-relationship, they work together, part of a ficverse i haven't written yet Sorry, ONE JOKE ABOUT RIN WANTING TO OFF HIMSELF, SUPER SUGGESTIVE LOL 18+

✮ wc ; 3.5k (WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!)

✮ a/n ; i had to do this for my sanity. i promise i will write them a proper fic with them i promise.

You never text Rin.

Not really. Not first at least. It's a new... friendship. Kind of. Sort of. Most of your communication thus far has been through meetings and random in-person chance encounters. Outside of that, Rin will call you since it's faster. If you do "text", it's mostly through twitter DM's.

There's a discord server your fans run, and you pop in there often enough. He's had the invitation extended but declined unilaterally, since he'd rather not see himself fucking Isagi anymore than he already has in his short, miserable career.

It surprised him this morning, seeing your message flash across the top of his screen. Asking, specifically, for him to come over and help you with something related to the new manga you were writing. He had it in his right mind to decline, but after learning it wasn't a doujin for him, he semi-reluctantly agreed.

Rin doesn't know when exactly your relationship to him grew this...comfortable. Inviting him over to your house, begging him for favors, not wincing every time he talks to you. Rin isn't an extrovert but compared to you he's a social butterfly. And your aversion to people in general, Rin thought, would prevent you from doing anything more than squeak at him forever just like you did when he met you.

(Though nothing in his life has been normal since your arrival in it. He's not sure why you would remain unchanged when he certainly hasn't.)

He doesn't know what to feel when you ask him for a favor, and he doesn't know what force of nature compels him to go. If it's morbid curiosity or annoyance or something else even worse.

It was compelling enough to take the train all the way out to Machida - an hour long trip from his own place. His manager hounded him to take you something, so he has a bag of ginseng energy drinks and snacks with him as a gift. He took the bus with his mask on, and then walked all the way to your building.

Your apartment is tucked somewhere classically suburban - attached at the far end of a residential street and behind concrete support beams for a highway just overhead. Cherry blossom trees and other shades of white flowers grow around it in thick patches, making the entrance hard to find. Rin would've had trouble if you didn’t give him details on exactly where to go.

It's an older building, stone walls worn and grass-stained from age. At the gate are groups of old people talking amongst each other as they sort through recycling and trash. All visor hats and sunspots, they fawn over Rin for a long while before he goes in and interrogates him with questions. None of them know him, which is relieving. It quickly graduates to them asking who he's there to visit, if he has a girlfriend or not.

All of them ooh and aah when he mentions your name, say something about being relieved she's found a man so handsome and that Rin should marry you because even though you're a little strange you're a good girl. Rin does not have the time nor energy to correct them - only nods and bows his head and leaves.

On the elevator ride up to your floor, he can't help but think repeatedly that this isn't the kind of place he'd expect you to live. He thought it'd be out in the middle of nowhere, maybe in a damp and broken building.

But this is a nice place with nice people, vibrant and colorful. Totally opposite from what he considers your personality.

Suitable or not, Rin manages to make it to your floor without a hitch.

He finds you, then, as he'd expect. Down a long hall, behind an unassuming white door. When you open it, you're a mess. Your hair completely unkempt, face greasy, a wild look in your eyes and complete surprise in your expression as if you didn't invite him over. You do, however, manage to invite him in without stuttering or stumbling over your words foolishly like you did the first time you spoke to him.

Another surprise is how... clean your living room is. It's lived in but he was expecting more mess in there. Your bedroom is in a similar state, undoubtedly messy but not terrible. Your NEET tendencies finally end up showing when you drag Rin into your office where you draw your manga.

It's not dirty but it's cluttered. There's a pull out sofa on one wall, with a blanket and pillow littered about and pages upon pages of paper sheets with scrapped panels about the floor. One wall has a bunch of post-its with several notes in both English and Japanese, and another has tacked up pieces of art. Both yours and other peoples. He chooses to ignore the ones of him and Isagi, The walls themselves are cream colored and uninteresting and the wood floors are slippery. At the far end of the room is a spread of desks, a PC set-up and a professional looking tablet among various art supplies in stacked boxes.

It's this room you bring Rin into without explaining yourself at all, mumbling and muttering as you give him a place to sit and go back to your work for fifteen silent minutes.

When you're finally finished doing whatever the fuck you were doing, you turn yourself back towards Rin. Bluelight glasses fall down the bridge of your nose as you swivel around in your chair - your sweatpants half pulled up your leg with the other pulled down. You're wearing fuzzy socks with Naruto characters on them.

You stare at him, pulling your glasses off and rubbing your eyes - dark circles under them.

"Uhm," Your voice is clipped and thick with exhaustion. "You came."

Rin deadpans. "You asked me to come."

"I thought you'd say no."

He did too. He doesn't respond back. You chew your lips, already anxious and Rin resists the urge to say something about it.

"Okay. Uhm. Please don't get mad," You start with and then explain, looking away. Your hands pull your sleeves over your palms. "So. Like. For my new series, I'm finally getting to the sex scene but I've never drawn characters with an intense height difference like this. And I need... new reference photos.... and uhm," You rub your feet together on your chair where you sit "Well our height differences and size is the exact one my characters have. So."

Rin stares at you. "So?"

"SoIwaswonderingifyou'dtakereferenceimagesforsexpositionswithme,"

Rin feels his jaw lock. "Slower."

You frown and look away, tucking your chin with embarrassment. "I was uhm, like, wondering if you'd take... take the uhm, sex position reference photos with me, please."

"What?"

You clasp your hands together, immediately prostrating yourself by throwing yourself down the ground. He flinches back, wondering if you're gonna hold onto his leg next.

"Please, please help me. You're the exact height of my seme and you uhm have similar builds and he's doing the most of the legwork. The poses are a little bit hard but I want them to look good or Minami-san will eat me and I'm scared of her, please help me."

"Who is Minami-san?"

You sniffle, on the verge of tears just thinking about it. "My editor. She used to be my fan. She's scary. Please, Rin-kun, please."

"What the hell did you do before?"

You frown at him, big wet puppy-dog eyes.

"It was hard. Sometimes I'd pose with my big stuffed animals and make up the proportions. Oh and usually watched porn and stuff. Sometimes I'd get lucky with stockphotos. But I don’t get the angle exactly right unless I have good references."

Rin wonders if anything you have ever said has processed in your mind before saying it. He doubts it for some reason.

"So," Rin pinches the bridge of his nose and shakes the image of you humping your stuffed animals out of his head. "You're asking me to.. pose with you?"

You nod and chew your lip. "Please, I promise I'd never ask you for this if I wasn't s-scared of Minami-san! Please?"

"I should make you pay me for this," He sneers. You flinch back and close your eyes.

"I'm sorry." You whine wetly, but then open your eyes again anyway. "Please help me."

Rin doesn't know why he helps you. Maybe you're just too pathetic for him to ignore. Maybe he's a masochist. Maybe inhaling the same air as Bachira last week turned him stupid.

He pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Fine."

If Rin didn't believe you before when you told him you make your own references, he'd definitely believe you after you take him to your bedroom.

Your bed is in the center of your room, instead of being pushed against a wall. Large stuffed animals laid in one corner. On both sides of the room, are makeshift digital camera stands and remote-controlled lighting among another remote for said cameras. There's about 4-6 angles from what you explained to Rin, and a few adjustable lights. It's an elaborate set-up and takes the kind of dedication Rin can only imagine a hardcore fujoshi freak like yourself thinking up.

All of this to mostly draw porn of him and his rival. He tries not to think about it too hard because he thinks it's going to give him an aneurysm. Rin sits at the edge of your bed as you adjust each of the cameras individually.

"What do you do if it's not on a bed?"

You flinch like you aren't expecting him to talk. "Uhm. I either simulate as best I can o-or move my things and bed around. It's why I moved my desk to my office."

Rin stares at you. "You take it seriously."

You nod meekly. "Producing high-quality doujin is what made me money, so I have to work hard. Being poor is tough."

If Rin didn't find you so unbearable he might find that awe-inspiring in his own fucked up way.

"Okay. Everything is set-up. Now for the poses," You say, suddenly sparking back to life. Rin sits and watches. "They're having sex on a public beach so the bed and the way the seme sort of sinks into the sand will be good... I think the bridge one is the one we'll do first."

"The bridge?"

You nod, talking in short sentences. But Rin can tell this is where you're comfortable, doing things for this... hobby. Your usual constant embarrassment and shame seem to disappear when it comes to it. It's fascinating like a car crash. "Uhm. You have to stand on your knees and then, I'll lay on my back and arch my back up to meet your... y'know. It'll emphasize the height difference."

Rin stares at you agape. You take the remote control for your cameras in your hands and look at him expectantly.

Rin doesn't know whats wrong with him. Why the hell did he agree to this?

"Do you want me to take my jacket off?"

You nod, surprised. He shrugs the thing off of his shoulders and tosses it onto the floor.

Rin, per your instruction, gets into the position in the middle of the bed. He stands on his knees waiting for you. You join him a minute after, squinting at your phone screen beforehand. He isn't sure what he's expecting as a result of your ask, but he sure is shocked when he finds you placing your feet flat on the bed next to his knees and pushing yourself up for your crotch to meet his.

He knows that’s what you said but your shamelessness proves to be… shocking.

He tries not to let it show. His jaw ticks. His face feels warm but his expression remains neutral all the same. You shift and adjust and don't seem concerned at all - like it doesn't occur to you that this is in any way socially unacceptable. Or it's unfathomable Rin would take advantage of this. That this is weird, or could be interpreted in less than innocent ways. Rin knows you're so out of touch that it probably isn't. That this is, to you, just considered a favor which is partially why he even agrees.

But you're mid-brushing up against his bulge. The angle of your back forms a triangle, your arms laid flat at your sides as you squirm and push. And your expression shifts, deep in thought.

"Uhm, like, would you mind p-putting your hands on my hips? Kind of squeezing tight like it's," You flush this time, but Rin harbors doubt it's about him. "Like it feels good I guess? Like hard, and stuff so you can see the indent."

He's so astonished, he does it on autopilot. Neutral and even. He lets his hands grab your hips and holds tight just as you ask. Your long, loose sweatshirt falls down revealing the soft skin of your tummy. He can see the tops of your underwear, the thin cotton kind that come in 6-packs with a single bow in the middle in a grey color.

You don't seem to care about it. Rin shouldn't either, but his body does seem to care. His brain does. Something is happening in his gut. Anger maybe. Some cheap, frustrated desire to make fun of you.

Instead the words he's been wanting to ask since you proposed this tumble out of his mouth. He stares at you.

"Is this the first time someone's done this with you?"

You jump with a start, but remain in position. You take the pictures first, six clicks in a row before answering.

"H-huh? Why-why are you asking that?"

He doesn't know. Really. And he knows how it sounds. Rin doesn't say anything and you fold under the immense pressure of his gaze.

"S-stop staring," You say, and take a few more pictures, lowering your back just a little but still staying up right. "And no. No one tall enough or with the right physique."

There is another gnawing question, another burning curiosity. He makes his voice as even and unaffected and apathetic as he can. As mean as possible.

"Have you ever even had sex?"

Your eyes blow wide, but you seem to fall for the persona of apathy, curious boredom and cruelty. Worse, you seem a little used to it. You squirm this time and Rin holds you firmly in place. Your voice is small.

"Uhm, like, once I guess. I-it was with a guy, I didn't really date him but he seemed interested in me and I didn't think I'd ever have the opportunity again s-so I did it and I didn't uhm, it wasn't very good or anything." You reply, and he can feel your toes curl in your socks next to him and his brain feels like it'll melt from out of his ears. "Sorry, I don't-don't think you care about that, just uhm, felt like I should explain."

"Yeah," Rin feels dizzy. "Do you need another pose?"

You blink and then nod. "Yeah! Another one kind of like this, but with the legs like uhm, on your chest and my feet closer to your head. With you leaned back a little. Does that make sense? The butterfly position, I think."

Rin swallows something at the back of throat.

He nods, pulling you into position so easily he can heard you gasp. Your legs straighten against his clothed chest, and your sweatshirt falls far enough to let him see your bra. A fabric sports kind, a little worn - just the logo visible. He doesn't say anything about it, your feet resting near his neck. You make a little soft noise.

"This feels a little difficult to be in. Poor uke. Sorry if this one is kind of weird, but can you put your hands, I dunno, on my ass, I guess? I know that's probably too much but I think it'll be a good detail, so please? I'll pay you"

Rin stares at you, teeth gritting so hard he feels the back of his skull throb. "Fine."

Rin, per your request, puts his hands on your ass. It's easy enough, and he doesn't hold too tight. But it's too intimate, too stupidly fucking intimate, and he can feel you. You're hardly paying attention, caught up in your own head with whatever else. Rin is paying too much attention. Like how your sweatpants aren't thick enough to cover the outline of your frumpy cotton panties and how your soft all over. He's going to kill someone. Maybe himself.

Six more clicks and a little noise of satisfaction.

"Okay!!! I think these will turn out so great, and I can use them later too. Just one more. I have a lot of refs for this position, but uhm - I want to see if I can get the proportions correct, so if you'd please lay down," You tell him with such genuine excitement he can't find it in himself to say anything horribly cruel. "I'll be doing most of the work this time. I just-just need to see how uke will compare..."

You mutter something to yourself as Rin lets you down and lays himself down on your bed. You sit next to him for a long while, squinting at your phone. Rin stares at you as you. Wonders if he's gone completely insane, and tries to ignore the doom of the impending hard-on cozying itself in his pants.

Unceremoniously, you find yourself perching over Rin's lap. Not bothering to give him any pretense, it's the one thing about today that's really getting him.

"Oh, I need my hands for this," You give him the remote and stare down at him wide-eyed, over his lap. This has to be hell. "Could you take the photos this time?"

He closes his eyes and counts to ten and wonders if a concussion has made him insane. "Hm."

You brighten and Rin feels his chest go tight. "Thanks!"

Rin just nods, his mouth drying as you start to move and pose. A picture with your hands next to his head, and anothe r where you're sat up - your hands at your sides. Rin obediently takes pictures when you ask, his entire body tensing every single time you move.

"Okay, last one," You say. This time, you put your hands on his chest. Just the one. You must have something specific in your head that you're wanting to recreate. You bend down close, looking down at him as you do - your other hand clenched.

Rin looks up at you. He should not be thinking about you in any way. He's looking at the way your lips curve and plump and at your bare skin and your dark circles and your stupid licensed anime hoodie. He just gapes at you in confusion and mystique. He's around so many weirdos. It's not like there's anything special about you. You’re just another freak who makes porn of him. Plenty of people do that.

A loser and an idiot with no sense of self-preservation. There's nothing special about this, but Rin hasn’t been able to convince himself of that.

You stare down at him.

"Take a picture?"

Rin looks at you. Studies your expression. You seem like you're thinking. It's the only oppurtunity he has to pry.

"Did you want to ask something?" He says first. “You’re not hard to read.”

You startle, then nod. Your hand is on his chest. It's warm, and smaller than his.

"Oh, I-I guess I was wondering about what you asked me earlier. And uhm, like, I don't know. If you ever did anything. Your relationships aren't in the media and fans speculate but," You fall flat on your words. "I guess I was just curious."

Rin hates this question. It's why he never answers it. Why he hates being called a hearthrob, always too shallow and too personal for his taste.

"Nothing long term or serious. It was most for physical relief." Rin says, almost on autopilot. “Not that’d you know what that’s like.”

Your eyes widen. Rin feels his hands twitch, watching your expression finally grown conscious of him. Lust spreads through you like honey and Rin can see it in how you look. You squirm in his lap. He's not usually so aggressive, not usually one to care about sex in any important way. Not one to brag about something so unbelievably inane and trivial.

But it's bothering him, just how much he's fighting the urge to pin you down and fuck you. You of all people. It's not like him. Rough sex is whatever, but it's bothering him how little any of it seems to register in your head anymore like it once did. You could barely breathe the first time you met.

He doesn't know why he cares that you don’t anymore. He doesn’t give a shit about anything related to you

But the thought nothing seems to bother you anymore bothers him.

"Oh... I see. That's uhm, interesting. I b-bet you have a lot more experience than me. Maybe it'd be a good thing to keep you around for that kind of refernce too," You joke.

Rin lets his hand slip up to your hips without asking, not bothering to hide it anymore. His head feels with nothing but stupid useless thoughts. Thoughts of fucking you in your old, worn clothes and stained shirts and comfortable cotton underwear. Thoughts of your hands clutching at his shoulder all weepy with desire and need and stupidity - your big wide eyes bleary and sensitive. It's cruel how relentlessly he thinks about taking advantage of all your differences. Of how unathletic and awkward and unused to everything you are.

It's horrible just how much he's staving off his own arousal about it. Maybe you're strange habits are infecting him, making him strange too strange. All Rin can think about uselessly is how easily he could put you in your place. Fix you in some strange way. You’d be his to fix and you’d cry and weep and want to run away. Rin wouldn’t let you, keep you pinned and caged like an animal.

His throat feels tight. What is fucking wrong with him today?

Is he that pent up? He stares at you, and gets some passing feeling that there is more to it than that. He closes his eyes.

"Whatever," He says, letting go. You don't seem to notice it again, how thick his voice is getting "Are you almost done?"

You nod and smile. "Yes. Thank you."

Rin feels his heart tug and seethes. “You're welcome."

#return to sender #writing tag #fujoverse #rin x reader #rin itoshi x reader #bllk x reader #bluelock x reader #THIS IS KIND OF COOKING ME TO DEATRH IM?

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stellamancer · 7 months

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(un)mentionables — fem!reader x satoru gojo

notes: real talk. i used to have this really cute light blue lingerie set and that was the inspo + aleks talking about gojo's massive dick ripping through lacy panties. that doesn't happen here, though, sorry lmaoo. uh. don't know what else to say. this is part of the infinite loop ficverse.

wc: 1.3k

contains: fem!reader (no pronouns or gendered language), suggestive situations but not anything explicit, pre-relationship (one day i'll write this established relationship fic for these idiots but not today)

You think you might as well be dead.

Ultimately, you have no one to blame but yourself for this; you should have known better than to let Gojo grab the spare water bottle from your overnight bag. In fact, you should have known better than to let him anywhere near your overnight bag. It’s not that you think him the type to just go rifling through your things without an ounce of respect for your privacy; it’s just that you know that Gojo has a knack for putting you in mortifying situations as if he’s being paid to.

“Well, well, well, what’s this?”

You whip your head around so violently that you feel a pulse of pain throughout your skull, but it is quickly forgotten when you see what this is. Gojo has certainly found the water bottle you’d offered him, but, somehow, looped around the bottle’s neck is a pair of lacy, sky blue panties that you’d haphazardly thrown into your overnight bag.

There’s little that you’d like more than passing away right here on the spot.

Gojo gingerly plucks your underwear from the bottle and shoots you a roguish grin, his eyebrows lifting suggestively. “Didn’t think you were the type to wear lace.”

You scowl and march over to him, hand whipping out to snatch your panties back from him. Surprisingly, he lets you, and you ball them up tightly in your fist. “You’re right, I prefer cotton.”

“Then where did those come from?” Gojo points at the bright blue fabric peeking through your fingers.

“How is that any of your business?” you snap.

“Just curious,” Gojo says nonchalantly. He’s still smiling though, and it annoys you.

“Curiosity killed the cat.” You roll your eyes as you toss the panties back in your bag behind him.

“And satisfaction brought it back,” Gojo finishes the entire idiom. Of course he’d know the last half of it. “Since you’re saying that, does that mean you’re going to tell me?”

Your eye twitches as you weigh your options. Refusing is the most obvious and natural option, but Gojo is nothing if not persistent. He won’t shut up if he really wants to know that badly. You don’t know why he would, but then again, he probably just would pester you for the sake of being annoying. Sometimes, it’s easier to just give him what he wants so you can move on. So that’s what you decide to do, looking away as you admit, “...it had a matching bra that was really cute.”

Gojo is silent. Unnaturally so. You would have expected him to fire off some wise ass quip, so this response, or lack of, is actually a little unnerving. Starting to feel a touch concerned, you look at Gojo, and though you cannot see the focus of his gaze with that blindfold in the way, you can just tell that he’s staring at you.

You’re not sure if you should feel proud over the fact that you’ve rendered the famous motor mouth Satoru Gojo speechless.

It’s over in an instant though, as his mouth moves to finally speak.

“Show me.”

His voice is low, quiet, as if he’d breathed out the words without even realizing it.

A strange feeling runs straight down the length of your spine, leaving you breathless, the staccato rhythm of your heartbeat almost deafening you. That was unexpected; his words, his tone, all of it.

You gawk at Gojo, trying to figure what to make of it, and he is still in a way that he never is. His lips are slightly parted, and you have no doubt that he is still staring at you, but you cannot even begin to imagine the shade of his eyes right now. Is it the bright shining aquamarine of the sky? Or the dark glimmering sapphire of the sea?

You don’t know. You don’t know. You want to though; you want to know. You want to rip that blindfold off to find out. You want to memorize every shade and every hue. You want to—

When you realize where your train of thought is heading you shake your head, senses returning to you with a start. You don’t know how two words managed to hijack your thoughts like that, but you will have none of it. Back on track, you demand, “Why the hell would I show you?”

Gojo’s lips curve upwards into a familiar grin, and you’re secretly relieved that he seems to be back to normal too. “Feelin’ shy? We’re both adults here.”

You know what he’s doing, but you’re not playing that game. There’s a lot of things Satoru Gojo can goad you into, but this is not and will not be one of them. “That’s beside the point.”

“Thought you said it was cute,” Gojo says, not giving up.

“Oh, trust me, it is,” you respond. “But I’m not showing you.”

“Why not?”

“I— Gojo, you can’t seriously be asking me this,” you groan.

“I’ve seen you in a swimsuit before,” Gojo points out matter-of-factly. “Is there really a difference between that and lingerie?”

His question gives you pause. Technically, you see his point. Technically. But he’s not quite right. “You are not someone I would be showing my lingerie off to. We are not like that.”

“Meaning you showed it to that loser ex-boyfriend of yours?” Gojo asks flatly.

You actually bought the set after you broke up, but Gojo doesn’t know that. “And if I did?”

(Annoyance, white hot and all consuming eats a hole in Satoru's stomach. He doesn't get why he's so mad. It makes sense. It makes sense.

You'd dated that lame excuse of an assistant manager for nearly a year, so it would make sense if he'd seen you—

Splayed beneath him. Disheveled. Exposed. Sky blue lace hugging your hips. A soft smile playing at your parted lips, kiss swollen and hungry for more, begging for more.

God, Satoru wishes he—

His entire body feels hot. Satoru's not sure if it's the rage or something else.)

"You and him aren't like that anymore, so I don't see the problem," Gojo says with a shrug.

If you could kill Satoru Gojo you would do so in a heartbeat. "Gojo, don't be ridiculous."

"Can't help it; it's my speciality," he says, cheekily sticking his tongue out. He tilts his head to the side, and though you can’t see directly, you can just imagine the expectant look in his eyes.

"I’m not showing you.”

Gojo pouts. If he thinks that’s going to convince you, he may as well quit his job as a jujutsu sorcerer and start a career as a stand-up comedian. “Do you really think it’s fair to let dumb losers see the supposedly cute lingerie when super cool and strong sorcerers like me get left in the dark?”

“Life’s not fair,” you dead pan at Gojo. Though it’s not like someone like him would really get that. “And he’s not a loser, you are.”

“Oh, so does that mean you’ll let me see?”

“I—” You start before grumbling. This is getting nowhere. At this rate the both of you will be bickering back and forth until the end of the night and you, for one, would like to have dinner (not with Gojo). “You know what, fine. I’ll show you, but if and only if, we run across some freaky-ass curse that melts clothes.”

You think your proposition is impossible. In fact, you're sure of it. So much so, that you think Gojo will call you out on it.

But he doesn't.

Instead, he grins with eager childlike excitement. "Really? You serious?"

You don't get his reaction. He does know that the chances of that happening are basically one in a bazillion, right? But then again, Gojo is a complete weirdo so you don't question it. Shrugging, you answer. "Yeah, sure."

Finding said freaky-ass curse that melts away just clothes sounds damn near impossible, so you don't see the harm in agreeing. There's basically no way you'll run into one, meaning no way you'll be giving Gojo an eyeful of your cute lacy sky blue lingerie.

You find out that Satoru Gojo must be the luckiest bastard on the face of the planet, because you end up eating your words two weeks later.

gojo why are you so pathetic lmao.

#satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x you #gojo x reader #gojo x you #jjk x reader #nikuniku fics #infinite loop!verse #idk what else to say #in case anyone was wondering #the bra in question was a lacy racerback bra #actually he shouldn't be let near that #bitch is gonna break the front clasp omfg

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presidenthades · 18 days

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In your ficVerse do you think the TargBros would still have fallen for their princesses if they had been fathered by Harwin Strong or Daemon Targaryen.

If they’re Harwin’s kids:

Aegon: Yes, and Alicent’s disapproval would probably make him even more interested in Jace tbh. Jace would feel more pressure to keep up appearances with the bastardy allegations on top of everything else, so she might try to keep a distance from Aegon when they’re older. But she would retain her core personality traits of kindness and caring, which is like catnip to Aegon. It would be interesting to see which adults are for and against a Jace/Aegon match in this universe, since she’s still Rhaenyra’s heir.

Aemond: He’s a bit trickier. He may enjoy playing with Luce as children, but he might adopt more of Alicent’s attitude as he gets older. Unfortunately I could see him acting like a dick toward Luce ☹️. She still wouldn’t take his eye, so that helps a little. 99% sure Luce is betrothed to a Velaryon cousin to pacify Corlys so there’s still Velaryon blood ruling Driftmark. (Or maybe Corlys is convinced by Rhaenys to name Baela heir instead? Could be interesting.) Aemond might explode in a jealous rage anyway, even though he’s telling himself he doesn’t want to marry her.

Daeron: Like Aemond, he probably plays with Joff as a kid but is affected by parental influence when he gets older. He would be discouraged from corresponding with Joff when he goes to Oldtown, so that probably causes their relationship to wane a lot. Joff isn’t the kind of person to pursue someone when she knows she isn’t wanted, so she might not try super hard either ☹️.

Reading this over, I realize this falls into the pattern of Aegon seemingly loving his girl more than his brothers do 😅. But mothers usually have a lot of influence on their kids, and Alicent is very bothered by Rhaenyra’s kids’ legitimacy, or lack thereof. Of the three Targbros, Aegon is most likely to rebel and ignore what his mother wants, so he’s willing to open the door to falling in love. It’s possible for Aemond and Daeron to do the same, but it may require some other factors in the story to be changed.

I am very willing to be convinced otherwise! It’s hard to speak with 100% certainty about an AU of an AU.

If they’re Daemon’s kids:

First, we have to consider under what scenario Daemon is able to father the three girls.

Let’s say Daemon is married to Rhaenyra (maybe after the brothel scene), so all the girls are legitimate. Daemon would be less willing to let his daughters grow up with Otto’s grandsons, so he might try to move them to Dragonstone, or at least separate them in the nursery. Otto and Alicent’s wariness about Daemon probably rubs off on the Targbros, so the boys might hesitate to seek out the girls. But if the boys were able to bond with the girls, I think they would all still fall in love. Daemon intensifies his “sitting on the front porch holding Dark Sister like a shotgun” vibes.

If Rhaenyra marries Laenor but has an ongoing affair with Daemon, who’s decided to stay at Westeros and is married to Laena, it’s probably very similar to the above scenario. The main difference would be Daemon doesn’t have a say about the girls’ upbringing, so they probably grow up in the nursery with the Targbros. The girls would look very Valyrian so the bastardy allegations are weaker, although Alicent and Otto definitely have suspicions.

…For some reason, now I’m thinking of another cracky AU where Daemon marries Alicent, their kids are the Targbros and Helaena, and Daemon is coaching his sons how to seduce Rhaenyra’s daughters 😂😭.

Thank you for this fun thought exercise. This totally wasn’t your intention, but now I can’t stop thinking about Daemon being a wingman to the Targbros.

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thetwilightroadtonightfall · 2 months

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Overmorrow is over…I want to give a huge, HUGE thank you to everyone who read it. Your support and love always means the world to me, especially for this project I hold particularly near and dear to my heart both for fandom enrichment purposes (khml, I’m waiting for you, honey 😭) and on a personal level.

I put more of my soul into this fic than I was originally planning to. I went to places I didn’t even know I could go to as a writer and an artist. I learned so much!! Not just about Eph as a character, but about kh in general. About grief and hope, and unconditional love and strength. About how focused and dedicated I can actually get to forge a story out of love and passion. And so much more!

But I couldn’t have done all this without the reassurance that there’d be kind people willing to dedicate time to what I had to put out into the world. Thank you, thank you, thank you!!! You’ve made this such a fun, meaningful ride for me!

And for every new reader that comes after this, I hope you love Overmorrow as much as I do!! Feel free to ask questions if you have any. Because I don’t wanna leave this ficverse entirely, stay tuned for more art and other stuff soon 😌🩵

#overmorrrow #my fics #my art #kh oc #my ocs #charis oc #xenia oc #hestia oc #fidel oc #agapios oc #marissa oc #timeless child

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dreamersinthedaylightinspo · 2 months

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Saw a post about Rhys being insane for going after Illyrians who worked with Amarantha while he also worked for Amarantha which reminded me very strongly of a bit that I've been casually working on in my notes app because I have Amarantha’s Takeover Rule Brainrot

Loosely connected with my ficverse and featuring entirely OCs but -

The Illyrian had his hands up. He was speaking - the same word over and over -

"Sanctuary. Sanctuary. Sanctuary. Sanctuary."

Martialis kept his hand raised in stay, but did not lower his short sword. "Who are you? Identify yourself at once!"

"Azeneth of Ironcrest," said the Illyrian. His long hair was a tangled nest of black, a few braided pieces around his pallid, terrified face. He was young, Pyrrha realized with a start - no older than she was, if even that. "Sanctuary. I mean you no harm."

"Liar," someone spat, to her left.

Azeneth's eyes widened; his head whipped to the sound, so Pyrrha got a close look at his eyes - the pupils large as saucers, the whites stark, tears pricking at the corners.

"Its the truth! Please - they'll kill me if I don't fight - the High Lord has gone completely mad -"

"And how do we know you were not sent here to spy on us?" asked Martialis calmly.

Azeneth looked pleadingly at the captain. "They will kill me," he repeated. His fear was genuine; he reeked with it. The green siphoning stone on his chest shone ominously as his emotions flared.

"How did you manage to escape?" Martialis continued.

Azeneth wet his lips. His wings twitched and there was a shift, a series of clanging sounds, as the soldiers behind him lifted their spears and poised to throw. At once, he raised his hands higher, demonstrating his surrender.

"The general is missing," said Azeneth. "We believe that he has been killed - and my unit commander raised this concern with the wrong person - he was executed, and while they were all distracted, I ran."

"And the wards? How did you pass through unscathed?"

"There is a hole on the southeastern segment of the city wall," Azeneth confessed at once. "It hasn't been repaired yet, and its high, so only someone with wings can break through. We know all the weaknesses in the wards - I came through that point, and the others will be coming through after me. They are planning to send a small force to the main gate as a distraction while the Illyrians break through the weak spot. Then the rest of the army will follow."

The south wall - the school, Celestine, was there. Pyrrha's blood ran cold, and it was clear that she wasn't the only one. Martialis's expression was grave, and he ordered, "Tell Keeper Darnic to warn his counterparts, and send a message to Otho and the general."

There was a flurry of movement as one of the priestesses broke free from the group and rushed off. Pyrrha did not dare take her eyes from the Illyrian, who was noticeably trembling.

"Thank you for your information," said Martialis. "For your contributions, a quick death."

Azeneth let out a whimper, but before the captain could attack, Lucretia raised her voice.

"You do not dare spill innocent blood in the Mother's sacred hall!"

Martialis spared the old priestess a glare of indignation. "He's an Illyrian spy," he said, as if she were too stupid to have figured it out. "Illyrians are trained to kill from the womb. We cannot let him live."

"How dare you?" Lucretia's voice, though throaty with age, was still powerful. "The Mother loves each of her children and lifts them when they stumble!"

"We don't have time for sermons!"

"You are right," said Lucretia, lifting her chin. "I am merely reminding you - this is *my* temple. I am the Reverend High, by age and by decree. And if this child claims Sanctuary in the arms of the Mother, then I grant it without hesitatation. Those who would tarnish the Mother's sacred hospitality and compassion have no place here."

Martialis colored with fury and shame flashed across his eyes. Pyrrha understood at once what he must be feeling - not only had Lucretia just threatened to upend their war plans and throw Martialis to the literal wolves at the door, but the old woman had a special talent for enforcing discipline. Serapion slacked off on chores and argued with his parents, but he'd always known better than to sass his grandmother. They all did.

"Disarm him!" The captain snapped the order, but it wasn't directed at anyone in particular and nobody moved at first.

Pyrrha raised her spear and relaxed out of her stance. Her feet carried her - one step, two steps, three steps, four steps - until she was within arms length of the Illyrian.

She held out her hand.

Azeneth began pulling black stone knives from his person - long, curved blades strappedno to his chest, and four daggers strapped to his waist, and another, smaller one in his boot. He dropped them all to the floor one by one, letting them clatter and clang against the tiles. The last thing he removed was the leather strap which held the green stone, and this was the only thing he handed to Pyrrha, placing it gently on her palm.

Her fingers closed around it as she took a step backward. It was warm, and seemed to have a faint heartbeat.

"Search him!" Martialis commanded.

Two male soldiers stepped forward and did so, roughly yanking on his leathers and slapping their hands hard against his body. Azeneth winced, but did not protest.

"Clean!"

Azeneth slowly lowered his hands. No one lowered their weapons.

Martialis broke the tension by sheathing his blade, and turning to face the old priestess.

"Where can we keep him?"

Lucretia's mouth pursed and she said, "He is a guest, not a prisoner."

"Be that as it may," said the captain flatly. "We are at war."

Lucretia looked at Pyrrha, who stared back at her blankly. She was still holding the stone out; she realized she was somewhat afraid of it, and then chided herself as she forced her body to stand normally, arms at her sides. Illyrian siphons were powerful, but they were only stones once they'd been removed from their wearers. Azeneth was harmless.

"My grandson could use some help with organizing our medical supply," suggested Lucretia. "Perhaps our guest might be willing to help?"

Azeneth lowered his chin as a few soldiers snickered to see his expression.

Pyrrha said, "Sure. I'll take you to him. This way."

She looked at Azeneth, who eyed her a bit warily, but followed when she walked. She felt every single eye - her peers, the other priestesses - and only paused when she reached Lucretia's position by the doors.

"Keep your eyes open," the old priestess advised.

Pyrrha nodded. That would be wise indeed.

#my fic writing #the dreamers in the daylight #pyrrha #the day court #amarantha's rule #pre-canon fic #anyway do u ever think about how the village of Ironcrest was singled out for scrutiny #as az and rhys were certain at one point that ironcrest would rebel against the night court #do you ever think about why that was - cause i do

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New Crowns

Characters: Benedict Bridgerton, Violet Bridgerton Rated: G Word count: 1.6k

Summary: Violet’s first birthday party after the events of Queen Charlotte. Benedict ends the evening with his mother.

Author’s Note: This story contains spoilers and context from the Queen Charlotte prequel series, so I strongly recommend watching the series before reading. Dedicated to @broooookiecrisp Together we will build the Violet and Benedict ficverse ��

The guest of honor had gone missing. Benedict was growing mildly concerned when he could not find his mother in any of the rooms opened for her party. Not in the drawing room, the dining room, the billiards room. He was beginning to wonder if she had left with one of the guests to continue the celebration elsewhere without her children, but then he opened the door to the study and found her lounging on the sofa, champagne in hand as she gazed into the fire.

“There you are!” He exclaimed.

She matched his smile as she turned to face him.

“This simply won’t do, the birthday girl left on her own.”

Violet scoffed. “Oh please, dear. I have been celebrated within an inch of my life. I am hiding from our remaining guests in the hopes they will go away.” She sank a little further into the cushions and sipped her glass.

Benedict smirked. His mother always discouraged parties in her honor and he and his siblings always ignored her. He could tell that she secretly enjoyed the excuse for them all to gather under one roof, but an evening of small talk with the customary attendees of the ton did tend to wear her out. He moved to sit beside her, hands behind his back. “Kate and Anthony are seeing to that, don’t worry. Are you alright?”

“Yes, very well, thank you.” She smiled, eyes tired but cheeks rosy.

“I have something for you. One last gift.”

Violet knew that mischievous glint in his eyes too well. “No, dear,” she protested, setting her drink aside. “You already gave me a splendid gift! Such perfect miniatures of the grandchildren. Benedict, you paint so beautifully…”

Her words died on her lips as he produced a paper crown from behind his back. It was a birthday hat, a tradition her father had started that had carried on through every birthday they shared together. Then she had made them for Edmund, and the children when they were small. She hadn’t made one since she had lost him. No one in the family had.

Benedict placed the crown in her hands, speaking softly. “It’s not much, but I thought you might enjoy this.”

Violet was speechless, fingers trembling as they traced over the details. All of her favorite colors. Pink paper with blue crepe trim and blue ribbons to tie it. Dotted along as embellishments were paintings of flowers, watercolors that he had clearly done himself. Sprays of violets and lilacs bunched together. She covered her mouth as tears built in her eyes.

Benedict leaned closer. “I saw you put the old ones out for a while at the start of spring. I wasn’t sure why, but thought perhaps you missed the tradition.”

Violet took a moment to steady her breath. She had unearthed her collection of hats months prior and had decorated the drawing room with them for a brief time. All of the crowns she had worn as a girl and all of the ones she had made for her family, creating a rainbow display of cheerful memories. Memories that she needed in the bleak winter when her heart had been in turmoil.

“I did.” She nodded, finding her voice. “I was missing it. I was missing many things.”

“Grandfather?”

“Yes. My father. And yours.” She met his eyes and could not help how they forced the tears from her own. He looked so much like Edmund, more than any of his brothers. Before, it had driven her from him when she was feeling raw. It seemed a cruel mockery to live with a vision of her husband from the past when she could not have him in her present. But over time, as Benedict became a grown man and continued to love her relentlessly, she learned that he was precisely who she could turn to for comfort.

He seemed able to intuit her emotions without the need for words. He knew when she needed space and when she needed distraction. He never failed to offer her an encouraging smile or to take her hand when she needed it most. Each of her children were blessed with unique gifts of spirit and this was his. A thoughtful nature and expansive heart that cheered everyone around him. Whatever she and Edmund had done to rear him into such a man, she was glad of it. His resemblance now felt like a parting message from her husband, encouraging her to turn to Benedict when he could no longer be there.

Dabbing at her cheeks, she looked up at Edmund’s portrait over the mantle. “I cannot believe it’s been ten years,” she rasped. “That I am growing so old without him.”

Benedict bumped his knee into hers, trying to elicit a smile. “Come now, you’re not that old.”

It helped. His mother rolled her eyes and managed to stem her tears, giving him a warning look. “A lady never shares her true age, but you know next year will be a milestone. I do not want any increased fanfare. Be sure to tell your brothers and sisters that.”

Benedict grinned, that lopsided grin that could not be trusted. “Of course, Mother.”

Violet looked down at her lap, imagining what that day would look like, what she wanted it to look like when she rounded half a century. The hat in her hands had struck something and she was inclined to be honest. “Who knows?” She mused to herself. “Next year my life may be very different.”

Benedict arched a brow. “Have you finally had enough of us and are moving to the Continent?”

Violet smiled but her eyes remained serious. “No. But I am…eager to seek…new beginnings.”

She stared at him hard, willing him to take her meaning before she had to venture into embarrassing detail. She had dreaded this moment, expressing her intentions to her children. But if she were going to start with any of them, it would always have been Benedict. His brow furrowed but only briefly. Then realization lit his eyes and his lips parted.

She rushed to justify herself, feeling the tears hot in her eyes again. “It may be hard to understand but I am so lonely, Benedict. I…I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be saying these things, I’ve had too much champagne…”

“I understand,” came his soft reply. “Not in the same way, but I understand loneliness. How it can gnaw at you.”

Something fractured in her chest when she heard the pained tone of his voice, saw him chewing nervously on his lip as his light dimmed.

He continued, looking down and searching for his words. “If you need someone to…combat that loneliness…then that is what I wish for you.”

She sighed with relief and gratitude, feeling as if she could float into the air. She grasped his hand and squeezed it tightly. “Thank you, Benedict. I know it is difficult, but thank you.”

He looked up at her, the boundless gentleness returned to his eyes, but it was tinged with something wistful. “I would rather feel odd than see you in pain, Mother. We cannot control what the heart wants.”

She smiled. “No we cannot.” Her own was fluttering, overwhelmed by the love and understanding of her second born, and concerned for his own happiness. “Dearest, you have time.” She ran her thumb along the back of his hand. “You will find a lady that captures your eye soon, I am sure of it. Look at your siblings…”

Benedict smirked sarcastically, “Oh yes, they made it look so easy.”

Violet huffed. He was right. Both Daphne and Anthony’s courtships had been whirlwinds of heartache and scandal until they finally found themselves happily married. If each of her children’s paths to the altar were going to follow their example, she didn’t know if she would survive it. But Benedict was different. He was a romantic at heart, charming, relaxed and fawned over by ladies. Surely it would be easier for him to find a wife and for them to smoothly begin their life together.

“I know you disdain the marriage mart and I know you are enjoying your…bohemian life.” He snickered at that. “But if you are lonely as you say, keep your heart and your eyes open. You never know where you might find the woman who is right for you. Probably somewhere unexpected if experience has taught me anything.”

Benedict gripped her fingers back, smiling with genuine appreciation. Then he turned devilish. “Yes. And I shall do my best to keep from falling in love with her sister.”

“Stop it.” Violet swatted him on the arm, the two of them laughing as the tension melted out of their postures. She turned back to the beautiful hat in her lap. “Dearest, this is a wonderful birthday gift, thank you.”

“I will remind you that there are new Bridgertons who have not yet been crowned. At the rate Daphne is creating them and with another Viscount surely on the way, we will need all the hands we can get to craft them.” He grinned broadly. “Let’s hope your gentleman is good with a pair of scissors.”

The rest of the evening was filled with laughter and warm reminiscing, recalling the highlights of birthdays past. Benedict helped Violet tie the crown upon her head, poured himself a brandy and they toasted, several times, to the family they had lost and all the family they had yet to meet. It was one of the best birthdays Violet could remember. Late into the night they chatted by the fire, glancing up at Edmund or out to the city lights, two lonely hearts filling each other with hope.

Tagging: @angels17324 @bridgertontess @broooookiecrisp @secretagentbucky

#bridgerton #bridgerton fanfiction #queen charlotte #queen charlotte: a bridgerton story #queen charlotte fanfiction #violet bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #benedict bridgerton fanfiction #bridgerton family #fluff and feels

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bubblesxo · 16 days

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I love your fic!!! I fucking adore de-aged Bruce fics and Gotham!Bruce is such a fun way to go about it!! And oh, is there anything in particular you’re looking forward to writing with Bruce and everybody? Or anything you wanna share about the process? I’m super curious!!!

oh thank you so much!!! that means so much to me to hear <33 i'm really glad that you're enjoying the story! i agree, gotham!bruce is a really fun way to tackle the topic of bruce's youth.

i'm really excited to write more bonding between bruce and his kids, as well as some alfred and jim scenes coming up!! (of course, harvey will be making another appearance, don't worry! he's just basically in dix's position in gotham canon here---very knowledgeable, very seasoned, but a bit older at this point. he's happily retired with a wife, and is distinctly spending it away from gotham XD) this fic was made with family relationships in mind, so i'm excited for when bruce finally begins to trust them a bit and starts to care about them more. (as a sneak peak for the next chapter, i'll say now that damian makes an appearance very soon!)

speaking of alfred, i really need to lore drop about him more coming up.

anyway, one of my favorite things ever to include in the fic is bruce random lore-dropping. like, his family has NO IDEA about most of the stuff he casually says, it's just such good comedy fuel for me XD i need some comedy to offset the trauma that all of the characters have, after all!

i have some plot points coming up that i am so so so excited to write!!! more short-term, i have a character coming up that's been mentioned a few times in-fic already as a bit of foreshadowing. he's only in like one chapter atm but miiightt make an appearance later. *wink wink*

more middle-term, there's an arc coming up soon that is gonna be both angst and comedy gold. it includes a character who has been mentioned by name but not discussed haha. he's around for a while (meaning at least a few chapters as a very very prominent character and probably a few as more of a background character) and i know that people are probably gonna be super hype when i introduce him, especially from the time period i'm taking him from!!

finally, i have an important long-term plotline that's going to go on in the background for most of the fic. i was thinking about writing it in a bit more blatantly in about 4 chapters, but now looking at all of this written down, i think i'll shove that chapter into the next round and write something a bit more foreshadowy for now and less obvious. i don't wanna give the plot away too soon, after all! (if you try, you can probably guess the character i'm referring to here, though probably not his name...)

i'm thinking of doing a special babs chapter coming up to talk about her whole parentage thing in this ficverse, too! do you think that would be interesting to anyone? LOL

i also am going to start tying selina in more often in the future, which is going to be a ton of fun!! and looking back on all of this, i'm starting to worry about just *how long* this fic is going to be XD but hey, whatever! i'll go with my muse.

looking back on what i wrote, this seems to be suuuuper vague, and i'm sorry about that!! but mid-term and long-term ones are a bit of a surprise and a mystery, respectively, and i don't want to spoil the fun too much XD

thank you so much for the ask!! i love talking about things on here, especially my fic! feel free to send more asks if you ever feel like it<33 and of course thank you so much for reading and enjoying my fic !!<33

#g!bruce meets batfam #ask response #ask reply #asks #asks open #bruce wayne #gotham tv show #gotham tv #gotham!bruce

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bardic-inspo · 4 months

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All of my Fallout 4 writing in one place.

MacCready x F!SoSu Slow Burn Friends to Lovers | Chapters 29/43

Canon divergence/reinterpretation | Eventual explicit smut (achieved!) | More hurt & even more comfort

[READ ON AO3]

Fic Summary:

“Six months, huh? How much fast talking did you do to get here?” “Enough to keep me alive.” “Really? Cause you don’t act like that’s your goal half the time. Hell, you throw yourself at everything like you’re jumping off a cliff.”

Sole survivor Natasha Sokolova is burning through friends faster than she can make them. Robert Joseph MacCready needs all the caps he can get. Problem is, the smooth-talking woman with a pistol and a job offer turns out to be more trouble than he’s counting on. They’re a match made in hell, but their little partnership might be the only thing that can see them through it.

Deacon x MacCready x F!SoSu OT3 Series

Short fics & One-Shots set post-Institute | Domesticity | Smut | Hurt/Comfort

[READ ON AO3]

Series Summary:

After the Institute, MacCready and Natasha find a place to land. They find Deacon. And Deacon finds his way home. In which a couple becomes a throuple and learns to brave the trials and triumphs of life in a post-Institute wasteland together. Occurs within the same ficverse as Bring the Gasoline. Can be read as standalone oneshots, or as a sequel to that fic.

Series Fics Listed Individually Below the Cut

No Rest for the Wicked - Rated T, Pre-OT3

“So, let me get this straight,” Deacon asks him. “You’re begging me to sleep with your girlfriend?”

Missing Pieces - Rated T, Pre-OT3

Six months after defeating the Institute, Deacon finally took Natasha and MacCready up on their offer to stay at their new homestead. MacCready wants to catch up. Deacon would rather skip the middle. Natasha orchestrates a plan for a more harmonious household.

We Never Go Anywhere Nice - Rated T, Pre-OT3

Deacon, Natasha, and MacCready investigate a lead in a case of several missing ghouls and find themselves spending the night in a house hiding secrets in plain sight.

In the Name of Love - Rated M, Established OT3

Deacon, MacCready, and Natasha have been together for a few months. This isn’t the first time they’ve done this. An unexpected bedroom mishap leads to some teasing and reflection.

Follow Suit - Rated E, Established OT3

What starts as a game of cards turns into Deacon, MacCready, and Natasha showing more than just their hands.

Warm Bodies - Rated E, Established OT3

One close encounter leads to another.

Rest Easy - Rated G, Established OT3

Deacon dozes off. MacCready and Natasha have some fun.

Feline Feelings - Rated G, Established OT3

Natasha makes a new friend who isn’t so friendly to the rest of her household. A series of short vignettes featuring a new, furry addition to the MacCready-Sokolova residence.

Hungry Hearts - Rated T, Vignettes Over Time

A primer in finding your way to your lovers’ hearts through their stomachs. Or, kitchen table polyamory. Or, a collection of short vignettes featuring Deacon, MacCready, and Natasha making love, happiness, and food.

Safe Haven - Rated T, Established OT3, Post Duncan Arrival

Deacon, MacCready, and Natasha prepare their homestead for an incoming blizzard. The storm stirs up bad memories gifted to Nat courtesy of Vault-Tec. Her family helps her cope with and conquer some of the side effects of cryostasis.

Worried Sick - Rated T, Established OT3, Post Duncan Arrival

One minute, Duncan was playing out in the fields behind their house. And the next... MacCready struggles to cope as an old fear resurfaces.

Recollections - Rated M, Vignettes Over Time

Deacon remembers moments along the road that led him home to Natasha and MacCready. Or, Deacon’s retrospection on a handful of moments from Bring the Gasoline after falling for the best shot in the Commonwealth and the woman out of time. Or, a sample/appetizer-sized taste of my favorite OT3.

Misc:

Center of the Universe - Rated T, Toothrotting New Year's Fluff feat. someone else's SoSu

MacCready might have his holidays mixed up; gift-giving is a Christmas thing. But he’s got one last present for his partner in crime before the year is out.

Character/Ship Tags:

Natasha Sokolova

Mactasha

Spicy OT3

Reclamations

Bring the Gasoline

Credits:

Font

Molotov Emoji

#compiling this in prep for a new pinned/intro post.#I had a little too much fun with graphics hehe #my writing #fallout masterlist #megh fights the page #bring the gasoline #reclamations #fallout #fallout 4 #maccready #sole survivor #fo4 #rj MacCready #robert joseph maccready #deacon

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brakingpoint · 2 months

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okay but now you are legally obligated to tell us more about this fic! give us a scoop, sneak peek, anything i beg 🙏🏻🙏🏻

okay SO.... it is very much in part an AU of my very specific braking point-adjacent ficverse (that is to say, my OCs will make return appearances) and also an AU of braking point in general

the basic (watch this be 1000+ words) premise is thus:

as teenagers devon and aiden are both HUGELY promising prodigies in a lower ranking feeder series (F4, formula regional, maybe F3 tier at a push), exactly the same toxic rivalry we've come to expect but there's also maybe some feelings potentially being acted upon between them. nobody knows about that side of things, but all the buzz from people who pay enough attention to junior categories is that these two are going to grow up to be THE great formula one rivalry of our time. full on calling them the next prost v senna, etc

but midseason devon starts having those weird ambiguous health issues that tank his career in braking point 2 - yknow, that the game passes off as straightforward hearing loss but seems like a clusterfuck of that and some weird dissociation situation too. he has an episode during an on track battle with aiden and it leads to him taking them both out of the race, and while he's unscathed aiden is left with what look like potentially career ending injuries. devon, understandably, quits racing and drops off the face of the earth, and with no official statement on the incident from his camp and only a limited range of camera angles to go off, the general interpretation from the general public (and aiden himself) is that devon crashed into him on purpose and was subsequently banned from the sport

the fic actually starts between 3-5 years later. The Crash has largely been forgotten by everyone except feeder series die hards and a few commentary channels on youtube that take a very morbid true-crimey "This Driver Tried To Kill His Rival" angle, and both devon and aiden are existing in obscurity with no public knowledge of their current circumstances or health status

meanwhile, a certain university student who you might recognise as 🥰ELLIE🥰 is preparing her final project proposal for her public relations degree: an examination of the role PR professionals play in orchestrating narratives around sporting comebacks. while her supervisor writes off her grand plan of following and assisting on a real life comeback in real time as impractical and overly ambitious, ellie is unperturbed, and through a little tweaking of her project concept in a more theoretical direction and a lot of social media stalking she gets to doing what we know and love her for: bullying devon butler into partaking in her Schemes

of course, the best laid plans often go awry especially when these idiots are involved, and when faced with the shock announcement that aiden jackson, now recovered from his injuries, will be making a return to single seater racing in the upcoming F3 season, devon and ellie's comeback plan suddenly becomes a lot less hypothetical and a lot more romantically messy

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randomfoggytiger · 6 months

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randomfoggytiger Announcement: Collecting Fic Links at tygerfics

Credit to: James Devaney and dreamingbluephoto

Having run flat against the walls of Time and Willpower, I concluded that making Collector's Fic lists for all my reading material-- while feasible-- is insanity. And not wanting to deprive anyone from cool stories or recovered "lost" finds, this little tiger decided to open her (first public) fic collecting account.

Will there be consistent uploading? No-- it will be a chaotic deluge whenever I get the time.

Will I upload every. single. fic. that I collected in my rambling journey across the ficverse, popular or not? Hopefully!

Will the account get shadow banned or deleted as soon as I announce this (or thereabouts)? Who can say?! But at least I'll know it's nothing on my end that caused it. ;)))

If you're curious what my reading list is, it'll be over on @tygerfics; if you want to avoid the mountain of content flooding your dash, just mark and avoid #tygerfics; and if you want to talk strictly favorite fic phrases, authors, meaningful moments, etc., my Goodreads-adjacent page will be open to any ask under the sun~!

#txf #Collector's Edition #Announcement

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ilkkawhat · 7 months

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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. Let’s spread the self-love 🤍

aw 🥺 thanks for sending this to me

Half Past Midnight: My first fic I wrote after a...idk how many years it was hiatus, right at the start of me falling back in love with CSI again and creating things for it; I took such a deep dive into Nick's head and part of what I did in writing this was watching only Nick's parts on a loop, in the dark, with headphones on and I distinctly remember a point where it really got to me and I gasped for air and spooked my dog (don't worry he was okay just startled lol) It was also the first fic I started playing around and including my own headcanons in there

Last Breath: I just...have a lot of good memories from writing this fic. It was probably the most interactive, like I would go so far as to say it was almost even like a collaboration because so many people pitched ideas (the idea for the fic as a whole was straight up handed to me on a silver platter) and made the fic better for it, and I also really got to know my Stokes children OCs in doing this fic--I did do a handful of fics for them before this, but I feel like I really hammered down who they were and it won't be the last fic on this list but I do also have the sequel (First Flight) to use as a chance to cover things I missed in the first one and explore more universe altering headcanons. It was also my first like, longer fic at around 64k word count wise, and right now my longest completed fic lol

Atrophy: I swear this list I'm just going off of fics that I have distinct memories of attachment to; this one I started writing on my way to a wedding and brought back an OC I created back when I was a teenager. After the wedding I had to go to this university for a class paid for by my job and I spent the car rides there and back brainstorming, and even writing in between classes (and if I recall...even during class at some points shh.) Its sequel Agony is uh, giving me some challenges and I regret a lot of things like maybe pushing it out so fast and then losing steam and wishing I did some things different/toned it down, but Atrophy I still feel mostly good about (though man imagine if I went as hard on it as I am with Agony as long and drawn out as it is lol) and the ficverse as a whole is definitely a favorite of mine

For Your Viewing Pleasure: Surprise, another Grave Danger fic. I wrote this during a pretty rough time and just remember being proud of myself for doing it, and wrote it all within a week and the ideas and words just kept...flowing. It felt like I was truly in my element when I wrote it and helped me remember why I love writing so much.

Specimen Stokes: God I know this fic also went off the rails like Agony did where I worry it became like...too much and should have held back a little (no pun intended) but I will never forget the day I ran out of work to go start writing a one shot in response to an anon who I don't even think technically asked for it as a fic, it was like "choose between these scenarios" and as I started to think about it I just...couldn't help myself. Like Atrophy I have sequels in mind and all sorts of things I want to do and I swear I actually have the rest of this fic installment planned out it's just...writing it lol. And taking the plunge into making it sci-fi and twisting the characters in the AU has been a blast and I feel like a great amount of my creativity has shown through in this fic, the edits and stuff I made for it, and the ideas I have coming up.

#i know i'm not really on here anymore and haven't even created much since what. april?#for sure I haven't really giffed. maybe made an icon or two #but i have been writting little bits and pieces here and there and recently had a dream that inspired yet another fic #that i'll probably never write/finish but i think I might combine it with another WIP and if it is ever done...the angst man #i just wanna make things again and feel good about it #though i guess writing so much about my fics has to be worth something in regards to that...right?

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illyrilex · 9 months

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"The Incident" Fic List

"illyverse" kicked off with Much Like Suffocating, which was originally supposed to be a one-off fic. However, it ended up turning into something much bigger, so I've decided to compile the fics covering that day/night into a neat little series on AO3 to make it easier for those who don't quite know what the hell happened to King in my ficverse: https://archiveofourown.org/series/3624226 These are all on FFN as well, but I figured this would make it way easier to navigate for those who would like to see where it all started. Bold TWs for violence and the big R

#kof #king of fighters #fanfiction #writing stuff and thangs #my writing #kof fanfiction #king (kof)#blue mary #mai shiranui #yuri sakazaki #writing #tw: rape #tw: violence

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lolliputian · 2 months

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Fic Stats Meme

Tagged by @graysparrowao3! As per usual, feel free to do this if you want to, I feel awkward tagging for memes.

Rules: give us the links to your fics with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the fewest words [you may also share the related stats should you wish].

...in full transparency, I'm doing this despite knowing I'm going to get hung up on numbers. These are all Baldur's Gate 3 fics.

Most Hits: Time and Again - Perhaps unsurprising! This is my main fic and has ten chapters. It alone is at 65K words. I don't anticipate that the stats will proportionally change as time goes on (this fic will go on for a while). It's my baby~

Second Most Kudos: Self-Control, Private - LOL, I AM NOT SURPRISED. Listen. I love this fic. I feel like it did a GREAT job highlighting the dynamic between Zevlor and Mavari at a time when I was still figuring it out, and I absolutely love how in tune they are with each other. But I'm also very aware that the fact that it's smut and that it's first person (in a fandom where reader fics are very popular) is going to make it a more appealing read to people than some of my other works. Even though I make it very clear that Mavari is her own fully-formed character...y'know.

(In full transparency, I am not into reader fics at all.)

Third Most Comments: Shut Up, Inner Voice - I have mixed feelings about this. I like this fic, because I like everything I post. But it's actually one of my lowest effort fanfics, and it's one of the few I won't reread. The POV character in it is one of the fandom favorites, so it makes sense that it performs well, it's just...weird when my own preference is not the majority's?

Man, it feels a bit ungrateful to complain about any fic doing well. It's just that I've worked harder on other stuff that's frankly much better, and it's weird to reconcile in my brain.

Fourth Most Bookmarks: It's actually also the previous work, but, for the sake of variety, I'll go with the next one - By Chance - also a pretty quick fic to write, but I absolutely LOVE IT. It was so much fun to write. Cal and Geraldus as a pairing has gripped me, and I can't wait to write more of them.

Fifth Most Words: Was the Domlor fic so I'm going to go with the fourth most, which is: A Much Needed Conversation - This is the first fic I posted for the fandom! I'm still proud of it, but it's weird for me to read, because it was what the TaA ficverse was going to be pre-epilogue release. I still am very proud of the platonic connection between Zevlor and Rolan here and am very invested in their friendship. ...This, of course, also spawned the AU that led to A Night to Forget, which is one of my favorite things I've ever written, and the Rolan the Quick work, so there's that. I think I'd probably still recommend this fic as one to read if a person will only read one of my fics, but it's also not really representative of what I write anymore.

Fic with Fewest Words: THE HELLRYDER HERO by MIRKON! - I'm not gonna lie, I thought this would be one of those fics I threw together quick and it skyrocketed in popularity just because it's short/cute/off the wall. Shows what I know.

#fic meme #yeah this still made me feel weird about the numbers but that's okay

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I wonder how Corlys and Rhaenys controlled themselves, because if my son had died under suspicious circumstances, and my sons-in-law had quickly gotten married, I would have ordered an accident.

I drew upon my assumptions about Corlys and Rhaenys’s reasons for acting the way they do in the show. Corlys runs off to the Stepstones to work off his anger and grief, so he can feel like he has control over something. Book!Corlys is definitely the type to send assassins, but show!Corlys seems to be characterized as a more noble and honorable sort.

Meanwhile Rhaenys stays behind on Driftmark. She wants to maintain a relationship with her granddaughters, who are all with Rhaenyra and Daemon on Dragonstone, so she has to remain civil. In the ficverse, Rhaenys is the one who requests that Jace come to foster with her. It helps to have one granddaughter with her most of the time, but there are four other granddaughters whom she wants to retain access to. Show!Rhaenys also seems relatively level-headed and violence-averse (other than the questionable Dragonpit scene 🤨), so her instinct isn’t sending assassins.

But yeah, Grandma and Grandpa are definitely angry.

#my writing #ask me anything #compromise and being compromised #hotd rhaenys #corlys velaryon

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caparrucia · 5 months

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would Zhongli lay eggs if he had offspring?

If you mean in general and you're into it? Fuck it, sure. Why not. He's a fictional character and he exists purely for your entertainment. And if you have fic recs about it, sure, go nuts and share. I survived the Homestuck fandom, I'm always of the "Yeah, sure, why not?" persuasion when it comes to characters doing unusual things for sex and reproduction.

Have fun!

If you mean specifically the Zhongli I'm writing in this fic, the answer is no for two reasons, one of which is hysterical and the other an indictment of how much of a theology nerd I still am. To wit:

Number one (the funny one): He's not a dragon, my dude. He's a furry. A scaley even, might be the right terminology, I think? Furry friends, correct me if I'm wrong. Anyway, he made himself a dragon fursuit. Explicitly in the text. That's what the exuvia was. A very emotionally significant and symbolically charged dragon fursuit, but still a fursuit. He's not a dragon ascended into godhood, he's a god who showed himself in dragon form to humans. His true form is his humanoid form that matches the Statues of the Seven and the form he shows in, in most cutscenes about his past: black arms with geo veins in them and the most logic defying hoodie. The hoodie is actually the main reason I chose to make that his true form: he has a cutout for his fucking ponytail, if he had horns or any kind of interesting dragon features, you bet this dramatic moron would have designed the world's most impossible hood to both show them off and still work as a hood somehow.

Number two (the nerdy one): He's a god! Gods do not have the need to reproduce sexually at all, because they don't make more of themselves that way. (They can, however, make more of themselves, we've seen that, with Nahida and Focalors, but neither of those was sexual and neither of those was the same method.) It's an instinct they directly lack. That's not to say gods don't have sex or don't understand the concept of sex, or more egregiously that they don't understand the concept of romance and love. They do, to different degrees depending on the individual and their relationship with humans and other creatures who DO have sexual urges baked right into their cultures. I would put most of the Gods in Teyvat somewhere in the ace spectrum (except Venti, because it's Venti) but that's mostly a shorthand to explain that sex is not a thing that drives most of their relationships. It's also a fun excuse for them to get really freaky about sex, in general, because sex is completely divorced from reproduction, so if they're having sex at all, they're 100% doing it for fun. And if you've ever hung around the kink community, you'll know that's the environment that produces the weirdest fucking shit imaginable that ends up rewiring your brain in the process. It's great.

There's two kinds of gods in canon, and I've extrapolated from that both in this fic and the other fic that take place in the same shared verse. The first kind is gods who are born as gods, they did not ascend, they just... one day existed and they were the gods of the thing they are gods of. They are created from the faith and prayers of the people in the things they eventually become gods of. Zhongli is this type of god. Then, there's also gods who attained godhood: people and creatures who are not gods, who then, through their actions and the faith of people in them, turn into gods. Venti is the prime example.

I'm sure this distinction will at no point come back to bite anyone, ever, across the entire ficverse. /s

Like, if we're talking broad strokes, the main flaw with Zhongli is that he doesn't understand his own nature. Like the main driver for him, as a character, is that he's perpetually isolated from people. He's lonely. But he's always been the strongest god, the most powerful one, the one people treat with reverence and respect and therefore put massive walls and ritual and distance between him and them. He doesn't really have friends, besides Venti, because the people who know who he is venerate him to some degree (the Adepti, etc.) and the people who don't know who he is, he doesn't consider friends because it feels... fake, in a way. They're not friends with him, the real him, they're friends with the version of him they made up and isn't actually him.

The punchline is that every attempt Zhongli has made to close the gap between himself and others has instead widened it, up to and including changing the thing he's god of: he's the god of contracts, but that's not the thing he was born as, he was originally the god of the mountain: the largest one in Liyue, the one that loomed over everything and everyone worshiped at least a little. So when the loneliness gets to him and he comes down to the mountain to connect with people, he invents the concept of contracts to regulate their interactions, but that just means his powers just grow as people adopt the concept of contracts and their faith in him grows substantially. In the fic he's the one who illuminates the illuminated beasts: he takes what's essentially Guizhong's pet talking animal companions and raises them almost to godhood by giving up part of his power to them, turning them into Adepti. This was made in an attempt to create more of himself and simultaneously diminish himself back so they would all be equals. But it doesn't work, because the Adepti immediately turn around and worship him for it, swearing their power and their loyalty to him, which makes his power grow exponentially from that, so the companions he tried to make, the circle of friends he tried to build, turn instead into more worshipers that increase his power and treat him with respect and deference because they owe their existence to him. You can see how the Adepti - and the Yaksha - have really close bonds of friendship and affection with each other (and with Guizhong!) but when it comes to Zhongli, he's kept at arms length, mostly out of respect and reverence. He's always there as a figure of authority, a mediator, a leader, etc.

He's only ever met two people in the entirety of his life that have known he is a god, and moreover which god he is, and haven't worshiped him, even a little: Guizhong and Childe.

He hasn't, however, made that connection yet.

Expect it to hit him like a freight train when it does, it'll be fun.

I give you all that meandering ramble to say: Zhongli has issues with power structures and sex has never really existed outside that power structure for him. He's also still not understanding what kind of relationship Childe wants with him, and in his own dipshit moment, he just assumed it was sex: which is why they're not having sex right now. Childe is so offended at the idea that he refuses to engage, which means he's in a hell of his own making, because... I mean. LOOK at them. Zhongli hasn't been human long enough to fully appreciate the state of horny, but he will eventually be very, very confused because he's never been horny in his life. But let the man master the basics of hunger and sleep, before he gets on the advanced curriculum of "so you wanted to be a human and you fucked it up spectacularly."

In 100K-150K words, when they get their respective heads out of their respective asses about a fuckton of things and sex is actually a thing they're doing? Oh yeah. No. They're gonna get up to impressively kinky shit. It'll be fun.

#rie answers #Anonymous

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