#first time writing this ship

[eastwindmlk]

Little late to start with prompt one, but here it is.

Prompt cookie (304 words) @prongsfoot-microfic

“Full house. Strip.”

James watched as Sirius spread a complement of cards on the carpet with a triumphant smile. Long, graceful fingers reaching for his bottle of butter beer. Tipping it back, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed it down. James’s bleary eyes following the motions.

It was nearing four in the morning and the two boys still sat in the floor in the middle of their dorm room, the rest having retired a little over an hour ago. Leaving them surrounded by the scattered remains of a night of cards and conversation.

“I am starting to feel like you picked strip poker on purpose.”

He complained, relinquishing his cards to Sirius, who was already shuffling the deck again. Tugging his trousers off, being left in nothing but an under shirt and his pants.

Rubbing at his thighs, trying to warm them up as James spotted the last of Mrs Pettigrew’s biscuits in the tin. Reaching for it. Noticing the movement from the corner of his eye. Sirius moving towards the same biscuit.

There was no way he was going to let him have this one.

Launching himself forward, James grabbed it. Taking a large bite, he felt a hand on his chest, pushing him over. Clenching the piece of shortbread between his teeth as he fell onto his back.

Sirius’s weight shifted to hold him in place, stands of silky black hair falling off his shoulder. Framing the wicked grin, the immaculate features that dipped down. Lips parted and teeth closed around the biscuit. Nose brushing together as Sirius stole the snack from between his teeth.

Breathless, he lay there for a moment. His brain playing catch-up. His heart still trying to break out of his chest, hammering insistently against his ribcage.

“Prongs, if you don’t pay attention I’ll have your knickers next.”

#prongsfoot #prongsfoot microfic #james potter #sirius orion black #sirius x james #first time writing this ship

[moonshine999]

“You’re my new pillow”

Day : 1

Ship : Helnik (Matthias Helvar x Nina Zenik)

AU : modern

Dividers by @cafekitsune

The stars shone brightly in the moonless night and yet, there was no sign of Nina anywhere. The amount of times he called her and the amount of times he called their friend group did nothing good to his self esteem. The 18 missed calls reflected in his eyes as he paced up the living room floor.

Where was she? Who was she with? Why was she out so late? Had something happened to her? 

His thoughts choked his head as his finger wavered over the call button once again. 

Before Matthias knew it, his feet ran him towards the door and in a swift movement unlocked it. 

A knock. 

And another. 

And there she stood. Gone since morning with her hair all over the place, cheeks flushed and carrying her heels in her hand. 

He swallowed his words as he saw her. Even if he said something to her now, she’ll forget it all come morning. But what a sight to behold she was. Leaning against the doorway with her eyes hooded yet their green still shining in the star light that snuck in through the window. If she wasn’t that drunk..he could’ve sworn that her red dress would be on the floor-

Damn it. He was supposed to be mad at her.

“Ay handsome..are you going to let me into my apartment or what?” 

He cleared his throat and stepped aside, eyeing her carefully to make sure she didn’t lose balance. 

She walked slowly towards their room and in a sudden moment, looked back at him - her hair falling in a cascade from its bun.

“You don’t have to stay up for me..you know?” 

Matthias glanced at her and then ducked his head, in perhaps embarrassment that he did this again. “No I don’t but I’m just…you know..worried.” he sighed. 

She let out a chuckle and turned to walk back. 

He followed her to the room and struggled through his words before finally asking. “Were you with anyone?” 

She sat on the bed and began taking off her stockings, so simply as if he just asked the most casual question in the world “Yeah..Jes and Wylan.” 

Nina threw her stockings to the side and looked at him with a soft smile. A surprisingly wholesome one for her. “Are you mad?” 

“Huh?” That wasn’t the response he expected. “Wylan drinks?” 

“More than you.” 

“Oh..interesting.” 

“Mhm.” 

He crossed his arms and lay down on the bed, causing her to look back at him. His eyes remained glued to the ceiling fan “No..why would you think that?” 

A blush spread across his face. Is he that transparent? 

That’s when she laughed. Properly. Breaking the whole silent, heavy atmosphere of their whole interaction.

“Sweetheart..your blood pressure was so high before you let me in. I didn’t even have to use my power..I could see it on your face.” 

With one last spurted laugh, she crawled next to him and lay her head on his chest. 

She pressed against his chest and kept her hand near his heart. 

“I’m sorry if you’re still mad.” 

“You don’t have to be.” 

“I know. But I am.” 

“You have a pretty heartbeat” 

He giggled at that. How drunk was this woman? 

“Why thank you.” He wrapped his arm around her. “I bet you don’t have a bad one yourself.” 

She closed her eyes and buried her face in the crook of his neck. Her warm breath on his neck spurted a deeper blush on his face as his eyes widened. 

“I’m sorry for calling you so much.” He whispered.

She smiled and pecked his neck. “It’s okay. I’m glad to know that a Fjerdan block of ice finally melted for me.” 

He rolled his eyes and pinched her arm. “Ow- rude. Ice still has its sharp edges hm?” 

“Go to sleep dear..you need it more than me.” 

“Tsk..alright.”

Matthias slightly got up as not to disturb her and pulled a blanket over them. If he could trap her in his memory like this, he would. How beautiful she looked in the dim light, all locks of hair falling behind her, skin glowing, fingers still tracing around where is heart is. 

Truth be told, his heart lay right there. Even if all his love was sucked out of him, there was no way his heart would leave him. She would stay and bring him back. 

Through their story of betrayal and hardship, his heart brought him back. His heart made every single action of his possible. His heart, her, she - is everything to him and he wouldn’t trade any amount of money, gold or desire for a night spent, sound asleep in each other’s arms. 

“Love, I promise I won’t stay up for you again.” 

“Mhm sure.” 

#helnik #nina zenik #matthias helvar #six of crows #modern au #30 days of fluff #first time writing this ship #not the best #but oh well

[soaringonblackwings]

It's my Turn to Fly

AO3

Summary: Crow has been showing up with bruises, so Akiza takes upon herself to find out the truth.

Alternate Universe: Role Reversal.

Originally made for Yugioh Rarepair Week 2023. But I could not get it out in time. So, this is now made in the spirit of the event.

In the Tag Force games there was an NPC with a heart shaped marker on her. So, I like to think that Akiza would have a rose shaped or a vine themed marker.

Lately Crow has been coming to the garage with scratches and bruises. Everyday a new one would pop up. And when asked about it he would just deflect. It was starting to worry the sibling trio.

"I should get going." Crow announced.

"I'll go with you home." Akiza steps next to him. It was to get a closer look and find more bruises. 

"Thanks. But a girl like you shouldn't be out so late." Crow said taking a step back and looking away.

Akiza puffed up her cheeks. "I can handle the city. I survived in Satellite after all."

"The city is different." Crow shot back. "I am fine! I'll see you all later."

Crow left the garage.

"Oh! Who does he think he is?!" Akiza shouted. "We can see the cuts. It's clear as day!"

The boys could only sigh. They knew Crow had his reasons. They opted to wait until Crow would yell them. But trying to convince their sister of that was like talking to a wall. Long story short; she is absolutely concerned for Crow's wellbeing.

"I have an idea." Akiza said.

"What ever it is, don't do it." Jack said.

"How are you two not worried?" Akiza asked.

"It dosen't seem too serious. So it's fine." Jack said.

"Oh!" Akiza stormed off to her room.

-

After school.

"Hey, Crow. Why don't we hangout?" Leo asked.

"I got something to do. Later." Crow walked away. The twins nodded at each other. They followed Crow a short distance away.

Together with Akiza they came up with a plan to find out what was wrong with Crow. The twins would follow Crow after school and report back what they found.

""Huh?""

"It's the duel runner license place." Luna said.

"But Crow dosen't have a duel runner." Leo said.

Then it hit them both. They quickly ran until the building. They found a place in the stands where Crow couldn't see them.

"And that's what we saw." Leo said.

The sibling trio all looked at each other.

"Well I was right. There was nothing to worry about." Jack looked at his at his sister. She crossed her Arma.

"Why would he hide it?" Yusei said.

"Duh. He wants it to be a surprise." Leo said.

It made sense to everyone. Bur Akiza was quick to take action.

"Then we will make him a duel runner." She said. "It'll be our surprise to him when he gets his license."

She hummed as she rummaged through the scrap. Soon joined in by the others. Day and night. They worked on the duel runner. The twins did their best to keep Crow away from the garage. It was close to being finished. However, Akiza felt that something was missing.

She looked the the duel runner. It was primarily black and had yellow accents. She was thinking. It felt incomplete. Something was missing. She touched it.

"I wish I could soar the skies. Now that I am not caged, all I want is to fly."

"Wings." Akiza realized what was missing.

Then someone entered the building.

Startled she turned around to see Crow standing at the entrance. Not wantinghim to see the duelrunner, she stood in front of it. As if her tiny body could hide it. "Crow!"

"What is going on? Why are the twins keeping me from coming here?" Crow looked at Akiza.

"W-well...." Akiza glanced at the bike.

"What is that?" Crow asks. 

"A surprise for you...." Akiza awnsers.

Crow was confused. Akiza came clean about the plan she had with Leo and Luna.

"I wanted to surprise everyone with news of me getting my license...." Crow said.

"You were covered in bruises. What else could we think. I- we wanted to make sure you were okay." Akiza said.

Crow didn’t know what to say. He was still getting used to having people care about him.

"There is one thing left. To put on your new runner." Akiza smiled.

-

"Now what do you want to name it." Yusei asked.

"Blackbird." Crow said.

"After the Blackwings. Go figure." Jack rolled his eyes.

"Thank you everyone." Crow said. "Now that I have my license, I will be able to soar to new heights. This time it's my turn to fly."

-

One day Crow arrived at the garage.

"Oh, Crow." Akiza said.

"Hey Akiza." Crow said.

"What brings you here?"

"I was wondering if we could go for a ride?" Crow asked.

"Cool! I was just thinking that I want the wind blowing in my hair. Let me get Bloody Kiss." She said heading to get her gear.

"W-wait... there is enough on here for one more...." Crow's face was tinted with red.

Akiza smiled. She grabbed her helmet and wrapped her arms around Crow.

"I'll be sure to hold on tight." She chuckled.

#crow hogan #yugioh 5ds #ygo 5ds #akiza izayoi #akiza izinski #crow works #akiza works #first time writing this ship

[columbinecallings]

Having thoughts about being unable to sleep near your f/o. Tossing and turning, sitting up, checking your phone, endless thoughts, distractions - you name it, it's keeping you up.

Until the next thing to catch your attention is the shifting of covers, mattress dipping with movement as they loop an arm around your waist, eyes looking up at you bleary with sleep. Though, at this point, you know them well enough to catch the hint of concern in that gaze.

You turn to face your beloved and whisper an apology for waking them, but before you can get the word 'sorry' out of your mouth, they pull you closer and assure you the only thing on their mind is whether you're alright. Their hands rub soothing circles into your back as they ask what's keeping you up.

Even if it's something as vague as "I just can't sleep," they listen. Resting your head on their chest, you can feel their hum of acknowledgment as you talk. Hands roam from your back into your hair, absentmindedly massaging your scalp as your partner listens to you.

Between the rise and fall of their chest and the repetitive motions of their hands, you find yourself finally calming down. Your breath slows, your limbs getting heavier with sleep.

As you curl around your partner, the last thing you can make out is that same pair of eyes now watching sleepily, all concerns replaced with a fondness only for you.

#f/o imagines #self ship #f/o community #uhhh this is my first time writing my thoughts out im not sure how to tag this! #can you tell i cant sleep ehe #💭 // imagines

[yamujiburo]

i frequently get asked what other ships are canon in this au and i haven't really thought about it much tbh?

james is aroace and happy and i think butch and cassidy eventually find each other again. these are the only ones im sure about LOL

the rest of the characters are all kids and wouldn't really be touched on anyways LOL. i feel like most people are curious about ash tho

i think ash and misty would date for a little bit as teens, but misty is a massive romantic and ash is very much NOT (probably where he realizes he's aroace). misty is also set being the gym leader at cerulean while ash wants to continue his travels. i could see them breaking up after finding they're not the most compatible but remain the best of friends.

in my head misty ends up with lana (lana like... clearly has a big crush on her idk). then ash i think would find a life bestie who'd be down to travel with him. i've tossed around the idea of goh and angie (who i think's underrated)

#don't get me wrong i adore pokeshipping #in the same way i adore rocketshipping #they were my first ships hehe #but i also like trying to write different stuff and i've done both a million times over

[dear-ao3]

Some fanfiction authors are actually insane, I started reading a fic those days with ~87k and only 8 chapters and the author promised more chapters soon and I'm just ... Do you guys sleep? Do you guys get a warm meal? Pls go to sleep.... I commented in every chapter but for the love of God take care of yourself!

i think i once wrote a 40k fanfic for a fandom i wasnt in entirely out of spite in about 2 weeks so. no. none of us are ok.

#not a tag #from saph #its also somehow on the first page of the ship when you sort it by hits which i discovered recently and hate a whole lot so #never underestimate a fanfic author #another time i was writing a bang fic and i had to write 20k in 3 days cause my computer crapped #that was a time

[aroaceleovaldez]

i still think a lot about how technically, it's implied Anubis and Walt started dating each other before they asked out Sadie, and if Sadie had said she wasn't interested they would have gone "Entirely fair have a nice day" and proceed to just go continue to date each other.

Cause like, that was the entire thing. They decided that themselves. That things would work best if they were together (as in both physically sharing a body and also relationship-wise). The "asking Sadie about it" part was secondary. If she had said no, they would have stayed together, because among other things Walt would kind of die if they didn't. Walt and Anubis are technically the first gay couple in the Riordanverse. AND they're in a polyamorous relationship with Sadie. Why does no one talk about them ever.

#tkc #the kane chronicles #riordanverse #walt stone #anubis tkc #sadie kane #saltnubis #< great ship name btw #and for anyone who says ''i dont think Rick intended that'' mind you this book was released like #six months before HoH came out (and. subsequently also. Nico.) #like. Rick was not ignorant of queer stuff at that time. he was actively writing it into HoO/HoH while writing both simultaneously #if Sadie had said no they wouldn't have just gone ''okay Sadie pick one of us and the other will cease to exist on the mortal plane'' #they would have gone ''okay well good luck we have a coffee date scheduled so we're gonna go do that'' #saltnubis is still probably the most entertaining solution to a love triangle in middle grade media i have ever encountered #even some YA media. just ''yeah so we solved both our major problems by dating but like. we know you like both of us sooooo...?'' #also hilarious that meanwhile Carter's romance arc is ''so turns out my first girlfriend was a clone made of pottery'' #''and the actual girl has never met me and this is kinda awkward''

[moss-covered-thoughts]

Valentine's Core Exchange Fic

Hi @agent-sushi-fbi !! I have your gift ready for the DP Valentine’s Core Exchange!!! Thanks SO so much for being patient with me while I wrapped this up! I had an absolute blast working on this and I really hope you enjoy reading it! I have also gifted it to you on AO3, where my user is Abitnervous

Dead on Main is my fav ship and I had a lot of fun making something new for ya~

Also, thank you to my helpers! I did some brainstorming with @stealingyourbones and @bonebrokebuddy was my beta reader! Yall were fantastic help!!

This was a super fun event, so thank you to the mods at @valentines-core-exchange for organizing this! Aaaaaaaa!!

Without further ado: Hella Good Brew

Link:

Fic snippet:

Finally, the figure came into view, and when he saw Jason he grinned, fangs visible. Jason’s heart nearly stopped.

“Hey, Red!”

“Phantom,” he greeted, keeping his voice low since he didn’t have the benefit of having the modulator to cover for him. Keeping the ‘mask’ on without the helmet was much harder.

The ghost floated over to the counter casually, resting his head on his hands thoughtfully. “What brings you all the way over here?” He batted his eyelashes at Jason, smirking. Goddamn him.

Phantom always bantered with him like this. Jason told himself it was not the reason he kept coming back.

“The usual. Making sure you’re not up to trouble.”

“But Red!” Phantom put a hand to his chest in mock offense, “I’m always up to trouble!”

#danny phantom #batpham #dpxdc #dpxdc fic #ao3 fanfic #ao3 link #ao3 writer #dead on main #dead on main ship #jason todd #red hood #danny x jason #romance fiction #first time writing a ship fic #super fun #moss thoughts

[cairafea]

houseki no kuni brainrot doodles. ichikawa please release the new chapter soon the hnk countdown twitter account is gonna run out of pages to attach to each tweet

#houseki no kuni fans how are we handling the chapter drought #houseki no kuni #hnk #land of the lustrous #lotl #phosphophyllite #hnk phos #art #my art #doodle #ichikawa really combined the two most aesthetic themes (gems and space) into a monstrous masterpiece of a manga huh #i really liked lapis-phos' design can you tell #i also really like baby phos' design their green is so <33333 #that's MY emotionally unstable prosthetic-having frankenstein's monster-like theseus ship of an enby character #gem hair... oh gem hair i love you so but why are you so hard to draw..... #non-hnk readers please go read hnk. you are going to be emotionally destroyed by themes of mortality/immortality/loss/body horror #no funnee commentary this time because. well. Post-Moon Phosphophyllite. #no watermark or signature #don't commit internet crime by reposting but if you wanna be a cyber criminal at least credit me #first time writing alt text please evaluate it

[dapper-lil-arts]

I just wrote a smut fanfic About Sunset Shimmer x Twilight Sparkle, per the request of my girlfriend lmao. And yes. It has SEX. 👍🔥

#suggestive #my god what is this year #i'm out here doing shit i never even concidered before #my life is WEIRD RN #anyways. 14 pages. #lmao. #writing stuff #shipping #pony posting #mlp g4 #sunset shimmer #twilight sparkle #friendship is magic #sunset sparkle #equestria girls #twiset #So this is what happens when i'm free to chase whatever tiny whim i have huh #weird af #first time for everything i guess!!

[luck-of-the-drawings]

my TWO FAVORITE THINGS IN THE WORLD, VAMPIRES N COWBOYS... deacon keller is SUCH a fun character, hes charming and funny but ALSO formidable and STRONG when he feels he needsta be. i hope him and arthur can get a chance to talk more and be better friends. l ike really good friend s. . like. like really good f. hangon i gotta go i think i hauve rabies.

#jrwi fanart #jrwi show #jrwi suckening #jrwi suckening spoilers #deacon keller #arthur bennett #OOUGUGHHAAOGUguguhh i feel so cringe whenever i ship two characters. like theyre not even REAL #why cant i be more 'hyperfixated' on getting bitched or something. CHRIST. anwyay i want em to hold hands or smth. yknow. freak stuff. #SO DEACON KELLER!! HE OVERHEARD ARTHUR TALKIN ABT THIS PLACE GETTING ATTACKED.. WE SAW HIM APPROACHING #AND THEN THE WHOLE FEAST PORTION OF THE PARTY HAPPENED N HE GOT STUCK #BUT HE KNEEEWW HE OVERHEARD ARTHUR SOMEHOW!! i just think thats neat. hes dedicated to protecting his people. hes respectable!! #GOD he doesnt even have that much screen time but i LOVE HIMMM n his silly lil shadow steed named Sunshine.. like cmon.... ugh..... #hes sweet n hes funny and he CAARES about the things hes in charge of on some levels. he certainly does his best to look after his own. #god idk what else to write here other than how much hes been on my MMMIND lately. the doctors are still running diagnostiscs #i just think hes so neat... also i think its funny that hes afraid o snakes. OH YKNOW lemme just talk abt my damn art. first o all this too #SSSOOO LONG. WEEKS EVEN.IVE BEEN WORKIN ON IT SINCE EP 5 WAS ON PATREON.it was sposed to be justa buncha doodles but then it Evolved #idk man...cowboys are just so cool...especially w VAMP POWERS..fastest shot in the west for a REASON BABY...n with the red smoke #n the glowing eyes..CMOn thats so cool i hadta get my visions into reality. the eyes were inspired by the music video for RATTLESNAKE (kglw #that where the IM THE SERPENT lines come from.lyrics from tha song.ooh yeah i love kglw so much...i also have other hidden messages here #i like to hide things...ALSO ALSO. I HAD SO MUCH TROUBLE W SO MUCH O THIS. the two bits with arthur n deacon biting eachother. AGONY #POSES ARE SO HHARRDDD SAME WITH THAT doodle o arthur slammin deacons head into the ground. WEEKS to get that pose RIGHT. I BLED SO MUCH #OHH AND GUNS???COWBOYHATS?? HIS GAY LIL JACKET? W THE DANGLIES?? AGOONYYY IT TOOK SO LONG TO PERFECT IT..especialy guns. OUUUHH #i also dont draw mustaches enough... which sucks bc im weak for a good mustache... BUT i think im doing pretty well on that. #it was hard but yknow what!! i think i did good! i rly like how this all turned out!! EXCEPT FOR THA FUCKIN RIBBON BOW THING I FORGOT TODRA #IN THE TOP RIGHT... THAT I JSUT NOTICED...its fine its fine i dont care that much. this is good enough to FEAST upon so im content n happy. #anyway i gotta leave ina few hours to start TRAINING for my NEW JOB!! CHEER FOR ME!! TRUCK IS A BLACKJACK DEALER NOW!! IEAAAHHH BABYYYY!!!! #thanku for reading my weird lil scrolls i bury beneath my posts. if u leave tags i WILL absorb them. and feel joy.

[vole-mon-amour]

Astarion x Halsin is such an easy ship in a way.

Astarion: gets drunk while feasting on a bear('s blood).

Halsin: Offers to feed Astarion (for whatever reason, hehe).

Astarion: Drinks Halsin's blood once and feels very giddy and joyful.

Halsin: Doesn't mind, feeds him again and again.

Astarion: Becomes addicted.

Halsin is literally a mix of rich elf blood that probably makes Astarion feel way fuller than when drinking animal's blood and a bear's blood because his natural druid/animal form is a bear. I mean, come on. They're meant for each other.

And sure, I mean it as romance & Halsin's reason is "I like you. By Gods, I like you so much."

But also, this is kinda funny in a platonic way? "Yeah, my friend here gets drunk on my blood, but I don't mind. No animals or nature are harmed in the process. Yeah, don't mind us if you see him biting me, it's all good."

(But then there's their shared trauma and you're like, Oh. But that's another topic.)

#astarion x halsin #astarion #halsin #bg3 #halsin x astarion #baldur's gate 3 #i'm finishing the first part of my fic #somehow i'm sure i'm gonna write a second one #the more time passes the deeper i am into the ship #halstarion

[mstormcloud]

I think applying tropes commonly found in Sonadow fics to other sonic ships is very funny

Like today I saw the cute posts by Blu-ish about how hedgehogs circle and headbutt eachother when courting and how Sonic and Shadow would do that and I agree.

However I think the implication that mobian hedgehogs do this is HILARIOUS when applied to ships that only involve one hedgehog.

Like Silver starts circling around Espio one day and lightly shoving him with his hip or his shoulder and Espio is like: ???? What are you doing??

Or even Blazamy like- Amy keeps circling Blaze and the less Blaze reciprocates Amy does it more to try to get Blaze to react. Blaze eventually just tries to politely tell Amy to stop cause it’s hard to hold conversation while she’s moving all around.

But later Blaze talks to Silver and is like: “I have no idea what she is trying to do…perhaps she is finding a weakness in my stance? Should I fear her hunting me for sport???”

And Silver is like: uh. Well. I think she’s hitting on you? It’s a hedgehog thing.

And Blaze just freaks out because WHAT DO YOU MEAN AMY WAS FLIRTING WITH HER

#silver would hold that over Blazes head for way too long #cause for the FIRST TIME HE KNEW SOMTHING SHE DIDNT HAHAHA #honetsly another Sonadow trope that I think would be interesting to see with other ships is the paw thing? #like yes some Sonadow fics are very strange about it I’ll admit #BUT #I really like the idea that the gloves are a culture thing it’s just very fun to think of how mobian culture would differ from human culture #like ofc I’m an espilver trigger so my brain goes there like #I love the headcannon that Espio reads romance novels #but I also feel like on Mobius a lot of romance tropes would be things usually done by mammals #since just like in real life I headcannon that mammals are commonly seen as cuter than reptiles even in Sonics world #so Espio gets a little self conscious about such things (cuz he’s a teenager and worries a lot) #he doenst ahve soft fur to cuddle or ears to flick or paw pads #but I feel like if he were to show silver his hands silver would not even care about such things #because silver just loves Espio cuz he’s Espio #looking back on my tags and noticing typos is so embarrassing lmao #like uh I meant to write espilver truther above….not trigger #Aw well whatever #silver the hedgehog #sth #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #espio the chameleon #amy rose #espilver #sonadow #blaze the cat #blazamy

[theminecraftbee]

an explosive repetition

this is a gift for @caracuuw for @mcytblrholidayexchange! please enjoy some time travel fwhimmy! this is crossposted to the ao3 collection here. i had fun writing it; happy holidays, and enjoy!

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The embers of the campfire burn low during the yearly meeting of Emperors. People cheer to the newest of their number; the Codfather had been late, but he’d arrived, panting and covered in leaves and apologizing. They’d talked in quiet tones about things only people who were the emperors of their own nations could discuss, about the year to come, about the power afforded to them, and, while not about politics—the campfire meeting had never truly been for politics—they discussed what to expect from each other on an interpersonal level. Something changes in a person, when the life of a nation is tied to them. That’s what being an emperor means, even if these days only about half of them go by ‘emperor’ and only just about as many inherited their positions; even now, Fwhip remembers the day he was given the leadership title over his sister, and the way the sudden weight of the entire nation settled over his shoulders, and he knew what being an emperor was. 

He feels a bit like that now, actually, except also significantly more on fire.

Not literally. He is no longer literally on fire. But, like, it’s sort of hard to forget the feeling of being on fire, even briefly. It lingers under his skin. That hadn’t happened when he’d gone from Fwhip to Count Fwhip. If that had involved being set on fire he probably would have tried harder to refuse at the time instead of being all like ‘oh hey I am no longer the unwanted second son but a vital part of this nation’, because being on fire sucks, and he doesn’t recommend it to anyone.

Pretending he is not on fire also sucks. If it weren’t for the fact he looked across the campfire, saw Jimmy appear, and saw him shaking in a very particular way too, he probably wouldn’t have been able to hide how on-fire he was. He certainly wouldn’t have been able to navigate the conversations that are normally held at a campfire meeting. He’s pretty sure he barely navigated them as it was. He had been too busy giving Jimmy baffled looks at every free moment, trying to figure out why he was technically no longer literally on fire, and freaking out about how these were all the conversations he’d had last year, actually, and he sort of remembered them, and hey maybe he only has to pay half attention anyway because if they’re the same conversations as last year, there won’t be anything important for him to know, because he already knows it, and oh man what had he gotten himself into now, and—

The point is that during their secretive magic meeting and all that, Fwhip had mostly been on fire. Is he thinking straight? He’s not thinking straight.

He waits until basically everyone has left (Pixlriffs hasn’t yet, but the Copper King has a tendency to stick around at these things and Fwhip doesn’t think he’ll get rid of him) before rounding on Jimmy.

“You,” he says.

“Me? What do you mean me? This is your fault!” Jimmy says back.

“If you hadn’t had your stupid idea of making peace or whatever…”

“Oh, well excuse me, but it was your machine that blew up. I’m still on fire!” Jimmy pauses. “Metaphorically! I’m metaphorically on fire!”

“I mean, it’s not a metaphor when it feels a lot like actual fire, that’s not what a metaphor is I think?” Fwhip says.

“Are you sure?” Jimmy asks.

“I mean, I think so?” Fwhip says.

They both pause for a moment to contemplate this. Jimmy shrugs. “That’s not important!” he decides at last. “The point is. You set us on fire! You blew us up! You blew us up so hard we time traveled!”

“And would that have happened if I’d just been using salmon power? No! No, it has to be your stupid cod that did it!” Fwhip says.

“Well I think it was your stupid face!” Jimmy says. Fwhip gasps.

“You take that back,” he says.

“Make me!” Fwhip says.

“Um,” Pixlriffs says, staring wide-eyed at the two of them. “You know, I’m just going to leave now. And leave you to… your time travel? No wonder I’ve had a headache for the past week.”

Fwhip and Jimmy stare at him.

“I’m very good at pretending I don’t know the future, don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone,” Pixlriffs says, and before Fwhip can interrogate him on that, he darts into the woods. It’s a little awkward, with none of the mysterious grace a statement like that should have, and all the gangly arms and legs the Copper King has had for ages. For a man with so much mystery around him, he’s always been a little too silly, a little too awkward, and a little too approachable. Fwhip’s always wondered if it’s a trap. Fwhip wonders if he’s actually going to not tell anyone. Fwhip… 

Fwhip turns back to Jimmy and discovers Jimmy staring after the Copper King, a wistful, fond, and exhausted expression on his face. It’s so out of place with the yelling, and the time travel, and with Fwhip’s knowledge that Jimmy’s the pettiest emperor on the entire continent. It makes Fwhip’s stomach hurt.

It’s quiet.

“Sorry,” Jimmy says. “Sorry. I haven’t seen him in a long time. He was never really the same after—I haven’t seen him in a while. I should go have tea with him. There’s a fancy word for that where he’s from but I never remember it. He’s always been nice about that.”

“Oh,” Fwhip says.

“He looks less tired,” Jimmy says.

“Yeah, well you look kind of like shit,” Fwhip says.

Jimmy smiles, low and sad. “Yeah, well, you look even more—more bad. When did you last sleep?”

Fwhip doesn’t answer.

Jimmy shakes his head. “Anyway, enough of that. I’m supposed to be yelling at you about the time travel. Did you really blow us up so badly we went back in time?”

“Do you have a better answer?”

“I mean, I don’t know! I don’t want to be dead! I’m already on fire.”

Fwhip thinks of rumors about the Copper King and omens. He swallows. “Yeah, you know what, I’ll buy it’s time travel. Time travel! Back to the beginning of all of this! Just when things were finally starting to really work out for everyone!”

“Yeah,” Jimmy says. “Just when.”

They both sit down in front of the embers of the fire, almost at the same moment. It’s surprisingly cold now that the fire has mostly died. It shouldn’t be cold at the same time as being on fire, but maybe it’s the absence of any new fire to warm them with. Maybe it’s the fact that he’d been sitting, trying to have a conversation, getting used to the fire. He wouldn’t know. It seems distinctly like the kind of thing that Gem would know, except Gem has only just ascended to officially being Head Wizard, and she hadn’t had a war with a demon yet to really dig into the archives. She might not know. She might not tell him. He understands if she doesn’t. She’d always been the more responsible sibling in most ways that matter, and…

“Fuck,” Fwhip says. “Fuck, I blew us up and we’re back in time.”

“Stop swearing,” Jimmy says. “Besides, it was my fault, wasn’t it? Council told me not to do it and everything. I’m a failure like that.”

“Only one of us has got failure in the name, buddy.”

“Hah. Yeah, true, your parents suck.”

“It’s supposed to be for good luck. Shows what the Grimlands know.”

He shudders. He’s still on fire. He doesn’t know how to stop being on fire. He thinks maybe it’s all in his head, except for the fact Jimmy’s on fire too. It just—it had happened so fast. One moment, he and Jimmy had been shaking hands, and announcing they were burying the hatchet, and unveiling the salmon-cod reactor. It had been a good moment. Sure, there had been no way he and Jimmy would have stopped disagreeing, but they were committing to no more wars. To attempting to talk. To attempting peace. Fwhip hadn’t really wanted to hurt Jimmy for months anyway, and they’d both known it. Too many other things had happened, and even if the salmon and cod had stood between them before, the salmon-cod reactor would prove that with their powers together, they could be something more.

He’d turned to shake Jimmy’s hand one more time, the papers sign.

Then, the world had exploded.

It had hurt. He’s still on fire now, but it doesn’t hurt like that momentary flash of light, the twinned look of horror in Jimmy’s eyes, the realization something had gone horribly wrong, and then the world exploding around him. Someone had screamed; Fwhip still isn’t certain if that had been him. Fwhip had reached, a moment late, for the emergency stop. He’s not sure why, in hindsight. Some ingrained instinct to try to hit that button whenever something went wrong, maybe.

He’d been on fire. The world had been on fire. The earth had shaken. Jimmy had said something.

Then, the world exploded again, proving that instinct to hit the emergency stop a moment too late had been right after all, and Fwhip had woken up just outside of the campfire meeting. He went through it on autopilot.

“So, uh,” Jimmy starts. “We time traveled, huh?”

“We sure did,” agrees Fwhip.

“What do we do now? Because like, if we change stuff, do we vanish and die? I don’t want to vanish and die because I changed the time stream, man,” Jimmy says, wringing his hands nervously. His gills flare in and out on his neck.

“Pixlriffs literally already knows we time traveled.”

“And that was your fault, wasn’t it?”

“Mine? How was it my fault? You were arguing with me!”

“No, you were arguing with me!”

“Well, he’s your friend, so it’s your fault. I barely know the guy in this time.” Fwhip pauses. “I mean, I knew him later, when we were all sort of on the same side. He’s fun! Had some great ideas about how to handle corruption, liked explosions well enough, the whole works. But right now, he’s your friend, not mine.”

Jimmy pauses and frowns. “Oh, right. Hey, wait, that doesn’t make it my fault!”

“I think it does.”

“Look, I don’t know what to do with time travel either. Maybe Pixlriffs won’t say anything? I mean, he’ll tease us about it, but he doesn’t normally say anything about his whole… you know, right? It’s fine. It’s fine!”

“Yeah, maybe. Maybe that won’t change much,” Fwhip concedes.

Finally, the burning is starting to fade as the sun sets. Fwhip realizes he doesn’t know what that means. Maybe, he thinks grimly, he’d been burning because he’d set the Grimlands ablaze, too, but there isn’t enough Grimlands left to burn. Maybe it’s just time, though. Maybe it’s nothing quite so terrible. Besides, it’s good, the not being on fire. Very good, that. He doesn’t want to be on fire. Being on fire is… bad.

Lots of things are bad, actually. Maybe he doesn’t feel like he’s burning because he’s no longer at risk of erasing himself from existence? Or, worse—because he already is being erased from existence.

“Gods, Jimmy, I might actually kill you for this one,” Fwhip says. “I’m at least going to do something you hate.”

“So, good news, you’re supposed to steal my music disc about now,” Jimmy says. 

“…really?”

“Did—did you not even remember that’s why this started?” Jimmy asks incredulously.

“I don’t know man, I don’t care about a stupid shitty music disc right now!”

“I can’t believe you. I can’t believe I was making peace with you. I can’t believe I was going to kiss you and everything. The nerve!”

“Listen, I thought it was a religious conflict! The cod and salmon thing! You know, inherent irreconcilable differences and all that!” Fwhip says defensively. He pauses. He goes back. “What was that last bit?”

“What, your nerve?”

“No, the part about—you were going to kiss me?”

Jimmy goes very, very still. “Ignore that,” Jimmy says. “Ignore it. Ignore it! It doesn’t matter right now. Besides, we’re enemies again now, right?”

“Right,” Fwhip says, feeling strangely disappointed. “I mean, I would have kissed you back. Even when we were enemies.”

“…really?” Jimmy says.

“I mean, yeah, I like people who might stab me,” Fwhip says.

“I don’t know how to take that,” Jimmy says. 

“Yeah, it’s a problem.”

“I can imagine.”

It’s awkward now. Now that Fwhip isn’t on fire, it’s—it’s awkward between them. Fwhip doesn’t know where he stands. He should probably mock Jimmy about having a crush, but it’s a little late to do that, on account of having admitted to having a crush himself. It feels like the kind of thing they should ignore at the moment, really, given that…

“Anyway, I guess I’m stealing a music disk and maybe your codfather hat?” Fwhip says.

“I’m going to have to act like killing the dragon is a good idea,” Jimmy says, vaguely sick-sounding.

“Relax, it’ll be fun for me to get to yell at you.”

“Sure.”

They stare at each other for a while. The thing is, really, that Fwhip doesn’t want to die.

“I mean, it can’t be that much harder to do the same way a second time, right?” Jimmy says, trying to hype himself up. “I’ve already done it once! It’s like, I already know how to do all of this for sure! Yeah! It can’t—it can’t be that bad. Can I kiss you though? Since you know anyway. It won’t be changing anything, promise, I’ve just—since I was going to do it. To seal the alliance. Our secret alliance. Can we at least have one of those? So when—when it’s all my fault that a demon’s here and all—”

“That really wasn’t your fault,” Fwhip says. 

“Please?” Jimmy says.

Fwhip considers it. Fwhip shrugs. “Yeah. Secret alliance, until we get the real one in the end. Secret alliance to preserve the future.”

Jimmy sniffles. “Yeah, that.”

They both awkwardly lean in. Fwhip has never kissed Jimmy before; he’d always imagined it would taste kind of slimy. It doesn’t, although it does taste a little like fish, which makes Fwhip sort of want to laugh hysterically. Instead, he just pulls in deeper. Suddenly, they’re both kissing with the desperation of the two only people in the whole world; they might as well be. They’re the only ones who know. They’re the only ones who are here. They’re the only ones who are about to have to do—to do everything. A second time. Then, they’re kissing with tongue, and Fwhip nearly pushes Jimmy to the ground trying to press his entire body into Jimmy’s. One of them might be crying; it might even be Fwhip. He’s on fire again, he thinks. He’s not sure what to do. It’s all gone. It’s all gone. They’re starting over, hurtling towards a happy ending interrupted by the worst mistake imaginable, teetering on an edge with only each other, and they’d only just learned to stand next to each other without threats like a week ago. Fwhip doesn’t know what to do. Fwhip doesn’t know what to do. So he just keeps going, the two of them practically clawing at each other trying to dig into the skin of someone who at least is trapped with them, and—

Jimmy, suddenly, as though spooked, pushes Fwhip away. They stand there panting for a moment. Fwhip tries to bring his head back down to reality.

“Why do you have gunpowder on your mouth?” Jimmy asks, almost like he’s saying something else.

Fwhip really does get hysterical, then. “Oh, wow, okay, secret alliance. Okay, we’re doing this. Okay. Okay! You taste like fish.”

“I am a fish.”

“Not anymore!” Fwhip says, and he cackles. “You aren’t—you aren’t anymore, remember? You and Lizzie were all—cursed? Anti-cursed? Shit, do you even know you're siblings yet?”

“Oh, seas,” Jimmy says.

“Yeah. Yeah!” 

“I don’t—Fwhip, I don’t know if I can do this,” Jimmy says.

“Tough shit,” Fwhip says. “Because I can’t do it either.”

They stand there staring at each other for a while.

“But what happens if we screw it up?” Jimmy asks. “What happens if—even if changing it’s okay, until we blew ourselves up, it was—”

“It was good,” whispers Fwhip. “It was good. We were happy. It was okay. It was good.”

“What happens if we never get that back?”

Neither Fwhip nor Jimmy can answer it. They just keep standing there by the campfire, waiting for an answer that won’t come. Instead, the minutes keep slipping away, and the weight of everything that’s just been undone gets heavier, and heavier, and heavier, until Fwhip would prefer the fire.

“Okay,” Jimmy says. “Okay. I have—I still have a nation to run.”

“Yeah, so do—so do I. Here. A personal—this is a personal number. Only Gem has it. If you call using it—”

“Okay. Yeah. Secret alliance,” agrees Jimmy. “We kissed on it and everything, that makes it unbreakable, I think. I don’t know. I haven’t kissed many people. Does this make us—the only real couple I know is Joel and Lizzie, really, and I’m not sure we should model this off of Joel, as much as I love him.”

“Jimmy, if we make it to the end of this without going insane, I will propose to you, and we’ll have a wedding to make it official. We can upstage Joel and Lizzie and everything. I don’t care what’s actually a good idea,” Fwhip says.

“You wouldn’t,” Jimmy says.

“You’re one to talk,” Fwhip says.

“Thank you,” Jimmy says, and it’s the single most desperate thing Fwhip has ever heard the other emperor say. He never wants to hear it again.

“It’s—we’re in it together, man. I’m not that selfish,” Fwhip says. 

Jimmy rubs his eyes. “Good to know we’re both learning that about ourselves.”

“Can we stay here a little longer?” Fwhip says. “Just until the embers run out.”

“Yeah,” Jimmy says.

They do. They sit next to each other. At some point, Fwhip grabs Jimmy’s hand. He stares as the fire burns down. Neither of them say much else. He doesn’t know if that’s for the better or not. Maybe they should talk more. Maybe they should try to work out what they should do, or what a secret alliance even looks like. Maybe they should argue again, because that’s fun, but—

Fwhip doesn’t know. This works, at least.

They can figure it out tomorrow. Yeah. That seems like a decision that won’t have consequences at all.

“Hey, Jimmy—” he says, and then stops. “Never mind.”

“You’re weird,” Jimmy says. “I can’t believe I time traveled with you.”

“Ditto, man.”

They can figure it out tomorrow.

#empires smp #empiresshipping #jimmy solidarity #fwhip #fwhimmy #a bee fic #anyway i think these two would be like. the world's worst time travelers. in a DELIGHTFUL way. but still. #so i HOPE YOU LIKE THIS #this fic is like 90% dialogue tbh but that's because i was having too much fun writing the dialogue lol #anyway empires season one fwhimmy is a DYNAMIC and i had fun writing it #idk if this is perfect? this is my first time trying to write them! but i definitely had FUN #so enjoy it! #mcytblrholidayexchange2023 #also I know I don’t normally post shipping stuff to this blog. but I hope you like it anyway!

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This yours?

[DP x DC fic]

[Love at first... murder? - part 12]

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Part 1

Ao3

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Somewhere else, in a seemingly abandoned building on the outskirts of the city, a figure shrouded in darkness and wearing a dark cloak plots.

In front of them is a whiteboard. It’s covered in pictures, sticky notes, and illegible texts. Some of the notes thrown about that are legible are ‘fight…’, ‘draw blood.’, and ‘DEATH!!!’.

There’s a crude stick figure drawn in the corner of the board, it’s impaled. Other small doodles can also be found all around the board.

Most of the information and pictures are connected by red strings, like you see in movies.

In the middle is a picture of 2 people sitting on a motorcycle, the arms of the person sitting in the back are around the waist of the person sitting in the front. The picture has some arrows pointing towards it and the people in the picture are very obviously circled.

Though the face of the person driving the motorcycle is obscured by their helmet, the other person seems to be heavily blushing and grinning broadly.

“Yes… yes! That’s it! I know what to do…” They seem to be speaking to themselves.

Quickly, the person scribbles down a barely legible ‘sacrifice!!‘.

They start cackling.

“Mwuahaha!”

It’s an evil laugh they’ve been working on for quite a while now, and they’re pretty proud of it.

However, the effect is slightly ruined when a fly enters their mouth, cutting off their cackling with choking as they gasp for air, grasping at their throat.

A few good thumps against their chest, with some coughing out their lungs, helps them dislodge the fly from their throat and they spit it out on the ground. They take a few deep breaths before straightening up again.

“Curse you” the person exclaims, angrily waving their fist at the fly as it flies away.

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Bruce’s face gives off nothing as he stares at the streets down below. He’s dressed as Batman, crouched at the edge of a building with Damian by his side as Robin. Spoiler, Black Bat, Nightwing, and Red Robin are further back on the rooftop.

They watch in silence as another group of the Joker’s goons passes by. They’ve been all over the city, wandering around, not doing anything obviously illegal.

They don’t stay in one place and they don’t seem to have much of a purpose. No attacks… No stealing… No smuggling or transport of goods… No, instead they’re inspecting every single inch of the city.

They don’t seem to have any weapons on them. All they’re carrying on them are some flashlights. While most don’t give anything away with their body language or expressions, some seem to give off a bit of anxious energy.

Spoiler claimed she even saw some of them climb down into the sewers earlier and then climbing out again sometime later somewhere else, but this time ‘dejected and stinky’.

One thing seems clear to the Bats.

They’re searching for something… or someone.

“This basically confirms that not even the Joker’s henchmen know where he is. He’s missing.”

“I’m not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing”

“Good… thing?”

“It’s… something. That’s for sure.”

“We don’t know if he’s really missing. For all we know it could be a trap. What if the Joker is hiding, pretending to be missing to have us bring our guard down? Besides, how could he be missing? He’s the Joker. No one’s just gonna kidnap him”

“For all we know he could be lying dead in a ditch somewhere”

“I highly doubt that”

“Everyone, focus” Bruce speaks up, having them draw their attention to him.

“It’s unclear whether the Joker is simply hiding away or missing. Instead of focusing on the why, we need to focus on the where. Missing or not, we need to find him and get him back to Arkham. Oracle, have you managed to find out anything from the footage yet?”

“Nope, still nothing. All the files from the moment he enters Crime Alley are wiped and any attempt at recovering them only brings back corrupted files.”

 “We need Red Hood. Where is he?” Bruce asks.

“He still has his phone on silent and he has removed the trackers and cams. We haven’t placed any new ones on him yet”

“Let’s visit him on his turf then. And keep an eye out for anything suspicious in the meantime. Oracle, try recovering the missing files. If that doesn’t work, go back to the breakout footage. Perhaps he left some kind of clues about his plans or whereabouts behind there.” Bruce states.

“Roger that.”

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Red Hood has his arms by his sides as he gazes down upon the street below from the rooftop of a random apartment building in Crime Alley.

He’s lucky to have avoided the Bats so far. But he doubts his luck will last for long.

Red Hood stiffens as he suddenly feels something clamp down on his arm. As a reflex, his other hand has already drawn his gun.

He slowly raises the arm he felt something clamp down on and looks at it, only to make eye contact with a girl with black hair and blue eyes who has sunk her teeth into his arm and is now hanging off of it.

The teeth are sharp, as the girl seems to have some small fangs. They’ve gone through his jacket and sunken into his skin.

It doesn’t really hurt all that badly though, probably hasn’t even drawn much blood, and that’s one of the only reasons Jason hasn’t flung the kid off of him yet. Another reason is the fact that it’s a kid.

They both stare at each other for several seconds.

As Jason takes her appearance in, he notices that she seems rather familiar. In fact, she looks like a more feminine version of Danny, or if Danny had a twin.

The person hanging off of his arm looks younger than Danny though, probably a teenager around 13 or 14, if he had to make a guess.

Slowly, he puts his gun away and takes out his phone with his other hand, watching the random girl’s eyes follow his movements. He raises it level with her face and snaps a picture, quickly sending it to Danny and ignoring the girl’s curious gaze while she’s still hanging onto his arm by her fucking teeth.

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Meanwhile, Danny checks his phone to see Red Hood sent him a message. He opens it and is greeted by a picture of Ellie in human form biting down on Red Hood’s arm with the caption ‘this yours???’

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#dp x dc #dp x dc fic #dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #dead on main #dead on main ship #Im wondering how easy/hard it is to guess who the person is #and also yes its supposed to have stereotypically comedic 'evil'/'villain' vibes #the person did that on purpose because they are dramatic and have style #also i aged ellie down a little from how old she *should* be cause i felt like it fit better #If you need a reason maybe she like ages a little bit slower due to being a clone or something idk #oh and i have a question for you all #should i make a masterpost?? #i have like the very first chapter pinned but i feel like a masterpost might be better #especially cause like i already have 12 chapters and the story is only getting longer #damn this story has gone further than expected from a oneshot lol #it all started with me just tinking it'd be funny if like #a character was basically in shock but was still like nah I cant just kiss someone without consent lol #also I said id post like 5-6 chapters and this is still only like 6k :( i really need to write more ;-; #and also if y'all haven't noticed already #all I know of dc is through fanfics and fandom posts #though I really want to start reading the comics #i just haven't really had the time nor do I really know what's good and where to start #so like if anyone has any recommendations for dc/batfam comics they are more than welcome!! ^-^

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The Party Animal and the Goth

Duncan tried to tell her before they showed up that this would be different. She should give it a try. It’d been years since the last party she went to with him (she’d been dating Trent at the time to, something Duncan further blamed for her bad time). Maybe she’d like it now. And Duncan wouldn’t leave her alone, he swore. No awkward hanging out by herself and the dog should they have one. And if Trent was there, Duncan would punch him just for her. Blah blah. All sorts of promises. Well. She wasn’t into it. Like she said she wouldn’t be. Duncan fucked off somewhere else. Like she thought he would. And she saw her ex Trent floating around and she was doing everything in her power to avoid any awkward small talk that would ensue the second he saw her again. Like she feared.  Of course the party was going to be that predictable. She should have put money on it. And there wasn't even a dog. Around midnight she’d gotten sick of the whole thing. But Duncan was off doing something (hopefully not someone) and Geoff found her. They talked. She mentioned maybe looking for DJ and leaving. But Geoff lit up like she’d just told him he won a prize and her night got a little weird. Instead of just saying bye or helping her find DJ or literally anything else, Geoff was instantly offering to talk her back to her dorm. So that got her where she was now, walking with Geoff away from his party.  What the fuck.

Summery: A classic 'Geoff walks Gwen home' story set in the year of 2013/2014, in which Gwen has decided to leave a party early and Geoff has decided he'll walk her home. (College AU, no camp.)

Words: 4,274

Rating: Teen (swearing)

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#i needed to get this one out of the scrivener document and elsewhere so i don't rewrite it in another 5 years #total drama #total drama island #tdi gwen #tdi geoff #gwen/geoff #geoff/gwen #does anyone even look for stuff about them as a ship despite them almost being canon liiike #my fic #anyway i will not be writing more total drama fic unless i am taken by the madness again in another 5 years #i didn't realize until i started considering posting this and checked their ao3 tag that this is just the classic geoff/gwen #one shot formula but in my defense i wrote it the first time like 10 years ago so i didn't know that then #anyway woo hoo i'm free!!