#gen is still my favourite above all else

[lostinlewis]

bestie I think that 104th deserves something to celebrate

I agree, it's time to celebrate.

Words: 1325

Mature.

It had been so long since the team had celebrated a Lewis victory, and whilst it was not quite a win, to every single person in that garage it felt like one. Taking off his helmet, running his fingers through his braids, you watched as the man you had the most complicated of relationships with, sat down to watch his favourite grid kid be interviewed as he waited his turn. 

Your eyes were fixated on him as if it was impossible for you to look away, even as your colleagues told you they were going down to the garage with the team, you stayed fixed in the position that allowed you such a perfect view of him. 

There were many emotions running through you in that very moment but the strongest was pride, that and the overwhelming want to help him celebrate. 

As if Lewis could read your mind, his head turned before he tilted it up to meet you on the balcony above. If anyone had spotted the both of you in that moment it would have been obvious that you were a little more than colleagues, yet neither one of you looked away. Slowly his face broke into a smile wider than it was before, a smile he had created just for you, a smile that told you that even in his high he thought of you.

-

‘[Lewis]: My room in 5, please.’

You knew he was still in the press pen as he sent the message, the thought of you occupying so much of his mind in a moment so important to him, filled you with joy. Neither one of you had put a label on what you were, yet it was moments such as this that told you how much he thought of you. 

-

You had barely knocked once when the door opened, his arm reaching out to pull you inside of the room before you were caught by anyone else. He was still dressed in his race suit, although it hung at his hips now, his fireproofs were discarded on the couch, granting you the perfect view of his impeccably tattooed torso.

“I am so proud of you-” 

Your gushing words of praise were interrupted by his lips on yours. There was a ferocity about the way in which he kissed you, his hands impatient too, as they fought to find every inch of skin your clothing would allow for. 

His fingers were working the button of your pants open the second a knock on the door interrupted you both.

“Lewis, champagne and pictures outside of the garage in five minutes.” 

The male voice on the other side boomed unaware of the intensely inappropriate moment he had interrupted on the other side of the door.

“Thanks bro, I’m just-” 

A need to show him how proud of him you really were took over you all of a sudden, and as he began to respond your hands pulled at his fireproofs just enough to let every thick inch of his goodness spring out at you. 

“-actually make it ten, there’s something I have to do.” 

It amazed you how easily Lewis let you take control in that moment, for someone who was so dominant naturally, he let you turn him so he was against the door, his dick throbbing in your hand, he could only watch with widened eyes as you dropped to your knees. 

“I won’t need ten.” 

The smirk on your face as you whispered the words up to him told of him of all of the devilish thoughts that ran through your mind, but most of all it told him you knew how good you were, you knew that you could have him right where you wanted him in a matter of a few minutes; he knew it too. 

The deep sigh of satisfaction Lewis let out as his head fell back against the door told you a little of how good your mouth felt wrapped around his dick. Not letting your palm get an inch of him just yet, you rolled your lips down the length of his shaft like it was easy, the want to please him, to celebrate him, was far stronger than any gag reflex ever could be. 

As the tip of your nose met with the trimmed curly hairs at his base you let your throat contract around him once and then twice when you heard the whimper escape his lips, his hand falling to the back of your head, he was too gentlemanly to force you to keep your head there but knowing he wanted to made you fight past any urge you had to breathe. 

Nothing was more important in that moment, nothing was ever as important as pleasing Lewis was to you. 

You finally came up for air, not caring an inch that your mouth was now as sloppy as his dick was, you gasped for breath whilst locking eyes with him. Lewis’ thumb brushed across the saliva that had gathered on your chin before he brought it up to his lips; he never could resist a taste of you. 

“The team are probably waiting for me-” 

His words were a challenge, you knew it. Without letting him finish his sentence, you rendered his sentence silent as you wrapped one hand and then the other around his base, before your lips kissed the tip. 

“Shit…”

It took a mere few seconds to have Lewis whimpering as you worked him. So many inches to play with, your hands rotated perfectly in sync with your lips. He was loud, he couldn’t help it, but you knew by how reckless he was being that you drove him to places no one else was quite able to. 

You always knew when Lewis was seconds away, he would try and tell you with words but it would always fail, his breath stolen from him by your mouth around his dick, you could only tell by how tense his body was. 

His whimpers were a beg now, one hand planted firmly on the back of your head, the other held his own stomach as he thrust against your rhythm, never quite giving up full control. One little whimper told you it was time and you worked him faster than you had been, never losing pace, never stopping, until you felt the explosion of warm cum shoot down your throat, the load so full that it was impossible not to have it cover your chin in seconds as you sucked him through his high. 

-

Both of you acted like shy teenagers in the aftermath, not quite able to converse. You settled for mutual giggles as you fixed yourselves up as best you could, before you faced every single one of your colleagues. 

“You go first, they will expect me to be a little later.” 

Lewis gave you a kiss on the cheek as he said goodbye to you. It was only as you reached the door of his room that he called out to you. 

“When are you flying back?” 

“Monday morning, why?”

Never before had Lewis been concerned with your travel schedule. 

“Good. If I finish on the podium tomorrow, will you spend the night with me?” 

His question shocked you, both of you were content with the non committal relationship you had, never spending the night together as that felt way too relationship like, yet here was Lewis initiating more. 

You thought for a moment, you knew how dangerous this game you were playing was, you also knew that it risked so much for the both of you should anyone find out. Casual was safe, anything more than that was trouble.

“How about this? If you win tomorrow I will spend the night with you.”

“Babe, you know how slow the car is, that’s not fair…” 

“If you want me in your bed for the whole night, you know exactly what to do tomorrow, Lewis.” 

#lhex

[allfortzu]

the entire world, them

-- tzuyu / twice. 876 - fluff, gen - requested, hcs. MEN DNI

what would tzuyu do if her members forgot her birthday?

it's a strange feeling 

there was some disappointment when she didn't receive any wishes at 12, but that was more of an above-and-beyond hope rather than an expectation 

now it's 11 in the morning, and she still hasn't received a single one

it's a chest tightening sadness, the sort that tugs at her heartstrings and blanks her mind completely

of course, other people have remembered; casual friends, colleagues, even that old lady down the street who sells custard bungeoppang

but it's not the same when the people who actually matter don't say it 

not that everyone else didn't matter, but these were her favourite people

the ones she would drop the entire world for 

wouldn't they do the same for her? 

she tries not to make a big deal out of it, though 

it's just a birthday; they've been together for so long that even birthday wishes lose their significance, right? 

she doesn't register most of the day, really

every moment she has with them, there's a suffocating urge to ask: it's my birthday, aren't we celebrating?

and it shows, too

she's quieter, more sullen in her movements. doesn't even really want to spend the day with them anymore

but she's got a job to do, so it's less of a choice for her 

"tzu, you okay?" jeongyeon asks, sensing the change in tzuyu's demeanour

you know why i'm acting like this 

though, now that someone's actually noticed, she feels a little pathetic for being so obvious  

it's less that she thinks they've forgotten, because they would never forget, she's sure

but that would mean they've simply grown to stop caring about it 

so was it wrong that tzuyu still looked forward to it, then? 

was it weird that she looked forward to them showering her in their love all day 

that all their attention would be on her, they would hug her, kiss her, and everything would go as she wanted? 

tzuyu manages her most convincing smile. "i'm fine, just tired." 

the day is a blur

she finds that she doesn't enjoy her birthday that much 

if birthday wishes were real, she wishes wasn't the type who cared

holds back her tears because she's angry and she doesn't want to cry about something not worth her emotions

normally, they would have a birthday dinner together 

tzuyu thinks about treating herself, but even that only serves to remind her of the lack of an actual birthday dinner with her members 

she walks back to her apartment, and for once, can't wait for her birthday to be over 

but then it comes 

and it hits suddenly

she's startled for a second, eight girls in the doorway of her apartment 

"happy birthday!" 

pure, unadulterated joy

she doesn't know why she starts bursting out in tears 

"i thought you all forgot…" she sniffles, rubbing at her nose with the back of her palm, hiding her swollen face behind her hands

"hey, why are you crying!" nayeon panics, lifting the cake up to tzuyu's eyes. "happy birthday?!"

"oh, poor baby," sana coos, pouting herself. "when have we ever forgotten your birthday?" 

she's smothered in an overwhelming group hug, barely able to reciprocate from how much she's crying and the sheer force of it 

she hiccups through her words, the sentences coming out in incoherent mewls

no one can really understand, so they all pile on with their own version of an explanation

"we just wanted it to be a surprise," dahyun purses her lips, downturned

"it was jeongyeon's idea!" chaeyoung points accusingly.

"excuse me," jeongyeon scoffs. "it was a group effort, mind you!"

momo suddenly develops an acute interest in the ground

"personally, i thought it would be a bad idea," mina shrugs, holding her arms up in defense 

"ya! don't lie!" jihyo screams, smacking mina on the shoulder 

an uncontrollable laughter escapes from the base of tzuyu's throat, spilling over in between sobs 

"see! it wasn't that bad of an idea!" jeongyeon says. "she's happy… ish?”

looking at all of them, she finally notices the the little things throughout the day

how chaeyoung let her lay on her shoulder to rest 

how mina got her a cold drink from the cafeteria 

how nayeon paid for her lunch

how dahyun bought her desert after

how momo gave her a thumbs up when she got the choreography down right

how jihyo watched her closely through the mirror, more than she usually would 

and how sana would pat her gently on the head whenever they talked, tip toeing and grinning but never saying why

of course they cared

"i love you all," tzuyu mumbles under her breath, sheepish. "don't do this again, though." 

"ah,” nayeon hums, taking a step forward to pinch tzuyu's cheeks. “you really are the cutest.”

it sets off a ripple of coos and teases from the other members as well, and she's smothered in hugs and kisses once again 

by then, they've created a circle around tzuyu, right in the middle of her apartment 

a bubble from the rest of the world

a place for her to whine and complain about not receiving any birthday wishes 

a space for her to be the type that cares too much, unashamedly 

this is her world — what is there to drop?

#twice imagines #twice headcanons #twice fluff #twice gen #chou tzuyu #9wice #I LOVEEE WRITING 9WICE #okay ive final reread it and i must say it is not great #but i still had fun writing the 9wice sequence so!!! <33

[meetinginsamarra]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

I've been tagged by @totallysilvergirl and @calaisreno TYSM!!

1. How many works do you have on A03?

51 in total

12 "real" fics and 21 ficlets and 18 covers (I didn't know how to embed on AO3 back then)

2. What's your total A03 word count?

271.977

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Sherlock BBC

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Mutual Attraction , Learn My Scars, The toe that didn´t belong, The embers still glow when I´m sober , Gravity is missing from everything

The last three are in fact a series called Here I Am

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Of course! Always and quickly. I love comments, they make my day and fill me with happiness for hours. Not kidding!

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

None of my fics end angsty. Some of my ficlets might, possibly Time

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

They all end happily.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

There had been a few very weird comments on "Mutual Attraction" that were rude or offensive. Some had been deleted by the cowards who posted them later.

9. Do you write smut?

Yes, I have written porn and enjoyed it. I also write gen and everything in between. Depends on the story.

10. Do you write crossovers?

No, because I define "crossover" as a mix of two existing universes, like Sherlock x Star Trek for example. I have written several AUs though. Alternate Universes with the same characters of my show but placed somewhere else.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have been offered three times but declined because I personally am not comfortable with it.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Johnlock

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have this fairy tale AU sitting in my drafts for literal years. 20k written and several attempts to take it up again, it is mostly plotted but just resists being finished. *sigh*

16. What are your writing strengths?

Learning by doing, I guess? I think of myself that I am versatile. Maybe writing movie-like action scenes. I remember that's been said in comments.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I honestly do not know. (Which is not me saying I can do everything perfectly!! I just try whatever I want.) Finishing the above mentioned fic possibly.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

If it fits the story, why not? I write in English which is not my native language, so I could do German and some French and Italian, too.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Sherlock BBC.

I've actually never written anything before I started with Sherlock fanfic. I got this idea and it grew and I began to write it down just for me so that I would not forget it. Then I thought, why not write it into a fic? I've been reading a lot fanfic already. Over the course of two years (writing on and off) the idea had turned into a 94k fic. I only started posting "Mutual Attraction" when it was completed on AO3.

I still think it's funny because just imagine this. Never wrote a word of fiction before, not even in my native language. Then, first thing I produced is a novel-length fic written directly in English. Still seems surreal to me.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

I love all of my babies and will not choose a fave one. There are only faves in categories.

"Mutual Attraction" was my first and longest fic.

"Wretched and Divine" was the one that made me find my dear friend and beta @peageetibbs

Technically, I am most proud of pulling off "Learn My Scars" because it is 38k written under a huge amount of pressure due to daily posting for Whumptober 2022. Five weeks of intense writing madness but very rewarding, too.

AU and plot-twist wise it would be "The 13th Book ".

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So many people have done this but I think @shiplocks-of-love @shelleysprometheus @cumbercurlygirl have not been tagged yet. And anybody else who wants to share, please.

#20 questions for fic writers #my sherlock fanfics #meetinginsamarra #meet_me_in_samarra on AO3

[incorrect-codegeass]

HI so you’re a bit of an authority on code geass

As such, you would have read say some fics?

And if the above is true, would you, perhaps, be willing to rec said fics?

I’m honestly cool with any pairing, or no pairings at all, I’m just in dire need of cg stuff to read

And if you don’t do fic recs, that’s totally cool as well!!

Oh my goodness, it's taken me ages to get back to this, I'm so sorry. I do have fic recs, and I have read a lot of fics, but it's also been a good while since so mine would be older ones. I also still like some of my own, so. Most of these are also SuzaLulu as I am forever a slave to SuzaLulu and that's what I've got in my bookmarks and so on. Hope you (or anyone else) finds something new or interesting from these!

Until I Find You by spirithorse (125k) (SuzaLulu)

Based on the movie Anastasia, but is its own story. I love the author, it's just beautiful work, I've read it at least four times by now. 10/10.

Live by sunshine-heroes (2k) (SuzaLulu)

Slight angst, post Zero Requiem. Makes me sad every time I read it, still great.

Final Command by bard_linn (7k) (gen)

A canon divergence, really interesting take on what would happen if they did find Lelouch and if Charles (derogatory) died.

Turning Points (a series) by elarielf

Really tiny changes in canon, how different would things have ended? I always say that a single tiny change in canon would've changed the entire story, and this is what I mean.

In This Field of Flowers by carzla (11k) (SuzaLulu)

Post Zero Requiem, angst, one of the few fics to get me to tear up. Also one of the few fics I've gone out of my way to find again later on, it's just that good.

Sleeping Habits by aerynevenstar (17k) (SuzaLulu)

I'm genuinely pretty sure this was what inspired me to start writing more CG fanfics in the first place. It's just wonderful and everyone should read it.

Her Song of Love and Empathy by EthelPhantom (2k) (gen)

Euphie-centric, because Euphie deserves more love in this fandom, she was such a clever person and one of the only ones I'd consider to be genuinely 'good' people.

A Bouquet of Anemones, Purple Hyacinths, Pink Carnations and Yarrows by EthelPhantom (19k) (SuzaLulu)

What if Lelouch lived but things did not go right at all? Nunnally and Lelouch centric, angst. A literal tragedy. I will read this over and over. No, I don't care it's my own fic.

Tides Brought to You by EthelPhantom (36k) (SuzaLulu) (unfinished)

Merfolk AU, with a side of Gino&Anya&Suzaku friendship. Why are there not more mermaid fics in this fandom? I know of like, two or three.

coincidences are strange and happen without a warning by EthelPhantom (4k) (SuzaLulu & EuphieKallen)

Internet Friends AU, really cute and just fluff. Also sort of a texting fic.

Never Lose Your Hold of Me Again by EthelPhantom (10k) (SuzaLulu)

Afterlife AU, the closure we needed but never got in canon. Angst but like, with a happy ending. Lots of friendships, too.

Worth the Suffering (series) by EthelPhantom (79k) (SuzaLulu)

A what-if, canon divergence series, basically, main story Never Too Far From You. Other ones are add-ons to that. Good ending.

My Mirror, Sword and Shield by spirithorse (326k) (SuzaLulu)

Each chapter approximately 10k long, gotta love the world-building in this one. Time travel, no Geass AU. I just love this author's works, I'm really sad they don't have more CG than they do. Genuinely the fic I've read over and over the most, even if I nowadays tend to skip some parts because I wanna read my favourites quicker. I love it. 20/10.

Medium Drip, Lemon Ripple by orphan_account (4k) (SuzaLulu)

Coffeeshop AU, need I say more? It's beautiful.

Worrying for Suzaku by NeoDiji (2k) (SuzaLulu)

Cecile is a mom and worries about Suzaku because she's convinced he's being bullied at school. The fic is just really cute and fun.

A String Tightly Knotted by spirithorse (136k) (SuzaLulu / JuliusSuzaku)

Reincarnation AU, ghosts, Suzaku and Kaguya can see and thus deal with ghosts. It's really interesting and I really enjoyed it.

Select All That Apply by crescenttwins (1k) (SuzaLulu)

Nunnally centric. Probably one of the most clever fics in this entire fandom, I love it so so much. Kind of like a questionnaire for her that you can follow, honestly just read it. Please.

#code geass #not a qoute #ask me things #asks #fic rec #fic recs

[hils79]

Monday Fic Recs

Hei Xiazi/Xie Yuchen (DMBJ)

Everything For You by thedarksidecupcake

After Xie Yuchen disappears while on an expedition, Hei Xiazi is led to another abandoned ruin just like so many before. There the only trace left of Xie Yuchen's team, is a bloody jacket spelling out a single word:

Death.

Still going in, he is ready to follow in the steps of those before, determined to leave these ruins with one man more than entered.

Though whether Xie Yuchen has reached death or a fate worse than that, Hei Xiazi is about to find out.

This was so great. A fantastic and interesting tomb, mystery, the two idiots each trying to sacrifice themselves to save the other. Excellent stuff.

Thigmotropism by aequoria

He may be a climbing plant, meant to reach for the sky and choke every living thing in his path, but he does not know his destination save for up. He thinks, now, that perhaps he is also meant for this: curling his tendrils towards the pull of gravity, shaping himself into a gentle arch above Hei Xiazi’s precious head to protect him from the rain. He will catch and digest the insects that bother this man of his, so nothing can touch him save for the earth and the air and the soft brush of leaves.

If you love something well enough, it will always be returned, even if it’s in a form you don’t expect.

This is an absolutely unique and wonderfully written fic. So creative and yet so perfectly in character

Gen (DMBJ)

called your name til the fever broke by ravenditefairylights

“Xiaoge isn’t back yet,” Tianzhen says, and Pangzi can tell he’s frowning without looking at him.

“He’s not?” Pangzi says. “That’s weird, usually he’s—” The sound of the front door opening echoes across the house. “ —back just in time for lunch,” Pangzi finishes, a little unnecessarily. Tianzhen is already moving towards the sound.

“Xiaoge!” Pangzi hears him say, audibly pleased. “You’re back! Where did you—Xiaoge! You’re soaking wet! What happened? And—oh my god, are you bleeding?”

A lovely bit of hurt comfort that was like wrapping up in a cosy blanket

Wu Xie and Pangzi's Bed and Breakfast for Tired Tomb Robbers by daydreamorama

In an Alternative Timeline, Pangzi and Wu Xie didn't meet anyone else on their adventures and they retired early and moved to Rain Village, setting up a bed and breakfast and retreat, and quickly became known in the tomb-robbing world as a place to go if you needed to recover or rest.

After a debilitating accident, that was exactly what Liu Sang needed.

This was so sweet and sad and soft and lovely

A Long Way From Home by alxina and xantissa

All Pangzi wanted to do was sell some information to a broker for a nice sum of money. Or it was what Wu Xie wanted and Pangzi was doing it for him, as usual. He even agreed to go all the way to Siberia for the exchange. It was cold and remote and of course the deal went to shit the moment he arrived, landing him in a tiny cell and beaten black and blue. He wasn't worried. He knew rescue was coming.

When it arrived, it definitely wasn't what he expected.

I can't believe I hadn't read this before. One of my favourite series, featuring two of my favourite characters? Obviously I loved it.

Wang Pangzi/Wu Xie/Zhang Qiling (DMBJ)

trade all my yesterdays (for just one more tomorrow) by onyxsphinx

A snapshot in the life of the Iron Triangle in retirement.

I never get tired to reading domestic retired Iron Triangle. This was lovely.

Wang Pangzi/Zhang Qiling (DMBJ)

Once you called I'll be fallin' to your warm embrace by bimingjue

Xiaoge comes to Pangzi's rescue once again. Pangzi mentions for the millionth time that he needs to start keeping Xiaoge on his belt. Xiaoge makes it happen.

Absolutely adorable

#fic recs #dmbj #heihua #pingpangxie #pingpang

[acilykos]

It seems there have been misconceptions of Senku's "favourite type of people" in the fanbook because it's not "assistant" in that sense, it's "people who do what needs to be done" (read it on his official Wikipedia page), which you can read either as

• He enjoys the company of efficient people who prioritize missions above their feelings (like Stanley, Ryusui, and Tsukasa)

or

• He enjoys free workers and free labor (which is quite exploitative, but not surprising lol)

Which brings me to my next point:

This seems to refer to a general which type of person each character enjoys rather than a romantic attraction towards them or else it would have specifically been called out as it usually is; especially since most statements are very casual not very indicative of romantic or sexual attraction and almost everyone refers to "people" with the exceptions being those in the series who are notorious for their romantic/sexual attraction (Moz, Ibara, Ginro, etc), Ryusui who just likes everyone lmao, or happen to be in a relationship (Chrome, Ruri, and Taiju).

Stanley's "capable guys", Gen's "anyone who finds something cute", Tsukasa's "people who respect the wishes of others", Xeno's "rational people", Matsukaze's "people undeterred by hardships", Hyoga's "people who do things properly", even Sai going "people who enjoy each other's company without over-interfering" (which is a very clear call out to Ryūsui who likes to interfere with whatever Sai does, it's basic older sibling stuff, he likes being left alone lmao) and Mirai’s “older brother types” (very cute because it shows what a good big brother Tsukasa is). The list goes on.

Which looking at the series are characteristics that everyone has displayed very much as general statements, especially Hyoga's (he complimented his enemies on being efficient and doing their jobs properly after all).

More specific examples for this are Taiju, Yuzuriha, Kirisame and Homura's type.

Taiju said Yuzuriha is his favourite type of person, but Yuzuriha's favourite type, although fitting Taiju, is not Taiju specifically, but just straightforward and kind-hearted people (which also very much fits Senku), just how Homura's type, although she has an IMMENSE crush on Hyoga, isn't Hyoga specifically, but cold and beautiful people.

Kirisame who canonically is stated to never wanting to get marry likes honest people (clearly a call out to Ibara who betrayed her trust).

Long story short:

The favourite type category has nothing to do with actual romance. Senku's still not romantically or sexually interested in anyone. Senku 10 billion percent doesn't give a crap about dating. He's a loveless AroAce.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#senku ishigami #dr stone #dcst #aromantic #asexual #aroace #aro #ace #dr. stone #drst #ishigami senkuu #ishigami senkū #senkuu ishigami

[realhankmccoy]

I don't get why Kurt Cobain felt so entitled to his parents sticking together. I didn't like mine splitting, but I didn't hold a grudge or vocally expect to be in charge of whether or not dad remarried. Nor do I get why he asked to live with his dad, but his sister explains that it was more like that then. I guess Kurt was a bully at school, too.

Literally grounding the kid for a full year was insane.

Otherwise, a lot of this surprisingly does seem relatable. Prob lower middle class white redneck and bumpkin families in America can't be all that different from each other.

My dad also just dawdled around the house in his tighty-whities all day. Using the kids as a pawn of vengeance to hurt the wife who divorced him was also a fav strategy of my dad, who still engages in that today even at this late age. He's still lashing out as his ex-wife by acting like he controls 'the perfect family' (my redneck brother who wants him and me dead).

I'm, of course, spun as the weak 'fucking faggot' (my brother's term for what I am) ... yes the faggot who did the horrible thing of persisting in being gay despite the efforts to stop me and silence me (YOU GOT AWAY WITH IT, DIDN'T YA?) yes, me, the homosexual nutjob who needs to be on pills because THIS WILL NOT END WELL.

Getting away with homosexuality is a favourite hobby of mine, daddy dearest.

Anyhow, ridiculous that I'm expected to compete with the quarterback of Gen X songwriters, tho he did write a good dozen songs I admire and -- envy's not the right word -- anyhow stuff that's just above and beyond my general ability, and certainly as a live performer the guy had a lot more life, talent and precision in him. A song like Polly, Something in the Way or Frances Farmer, Tourette's, Territorial PIssings or Breed really isn't that enviable.

But you know America! BE KURT OR ELSE, HANK well, I'm not but hey, i'm still alive, to quote the other voice of the generation.

The Billy Corgan, who had a much crazier and more abusive childhood than Kurt or I... now that's somebody who's wrote a fuckton of songs to 'envy' ... at least 40 of them, probably.

#kurt cobain #nirvana #patriarchy #usa #america #family dysfunction #bad families #smashing pumpkins #billy corgan #the smashing pumpkins

[ofdragonsdeep]

16: Jerk

Ar'telan peruses the various offerings of Mord Souq

(lots of food talk in this fill)

Ahm Araeng was a strange place.

They had flown in on Amaro with a trader, and Ar’telan had recognised the way the land fell away from forest to desert beneath them from his many airship journeys on the Source. Ahm Araeng had no amalj’aa, though - they were called Zun here, but Ar’telan had no idea where their original homes might have been. The shape of the land, too, was different. It helped that the First had not suffered the Calamity of Earth, he supposed. 

They had landed, and he had been braced for the desert heat which never came. The Light hung in the sky above them just the same as everywhere else, a perfect, placid stasis. There was no cold of night because there was no night, there was no heat of day because the sun was absent. Just sand, undisturbed by lack of wind. A moment in time, perfectly preserved for a century. 

The city - well, once it had been a city, now it was mostly emptied buildings and a few stubborn holdouts - had life in it, though. Hunters of Sin Eaters, hunters of more typical game…

The kobolds being obsessed with coin had been a surprise, though.

The First called them Mord, and they bustled about the old city with all the fervour Ar’telan was used to seeing them exhibit for the forge. It seemed wrong to see them without their helmets, but they had festooned the streets with stalls, shouting praises for their wares whenever a potential customer seemed close at hand - and when they weren’t, just in case. People of all stripes passed through, bartering over finds they’d sifted out of the sand, or creatures they’d hunted out in the wastes. 

Cassard had led him to the aetheryte and explained the concept of “cracking the coinpurse”, of introducing yourself to the local residents by making a purchase at a shop. They would not take gil, of course, and Ar’telan rarely had much of that to his name regardless, but the Exarch had given him an old, golden disc he called a Voeburtite Honor to take with him, and it seemed that they would take this.

Ghen Gen had sent them to another mord named Rhon Ron. The grimace on Cassard’s face had made Ar’telan cautious, but as they arrived at the stall, he saw very little out of the ordinary.

“Welcome to Rhon Ron’s, traveller!” the excited mord proclaimed. All manner of foods were spread across the stall, most of them identifiable. Some kind of bread, spiced meats, dried meats, a jar full of preserved insects - at least, he was reasonably certain they were insects. Either that, or very very small pieces of a much larger creature.

“They all look tasty, yes?” the mord remarked. The aroma wafting up from the wares was pleasant enough, Ar’telan had to agree. Some of them were clearly prepared to survive a much warmer desert than the one they found themselves in, but it likely wouldn’t detract too much.

“I’m not helping you eat it,” Cassard muttered, so quietly Ar’telan almost missed it. 

“What’s in that?” he asked, pointing to the jar of mysteries.

“Wrigglers!” Rhon Ron proclaimed, delighted. Ar’telan frowned.

“Small sand worms?” he guessed. 

“Wrigglers,” Rhon Ron repeated. “My favourite option!” Ar’telan was not entirely sure that the exciteable mord wouldn’t have said that about every option, but it was a vote of confidence. There was one way to find out what it was, he supposed.

“I’ll take the wrigglers,” he decided. Rhon Ron held out an expectant hand, and even though the entire city had rumbled with the news that there was a newcomer with a voeburtite honor, his eyes still widened as Ar’telan put it into his palm. Tiny, sharp teeth bit into the metal, testing its purity.

“One Voeburtite honor gets you fifteen jars!” he exclaimed, pulling a crate of jars from under the stall. Cassard looked a little ill, but Ar’telan cracked one open regardless. The glazing was fragrant, almost fruity, and the skin had a pleasant crunch to it as he put it into his mouth. They were like little candied sweets, and were the nicest thing he’d eaten since he first arrived on the First. He didn’t even realise that most of the market square was staring at him expectantly until he’d gone through the entire jar. 

“I’m not sharing,” he told Cassard, picking up the crate. They would likely be in Mord Souq for the rest of the day - or what feeble meaning that held - before heading out to trek across the desert, and if there were any left by then, they would be a nice trail snack.

“Keeping the merchandise down, yes?” Rhon Ron asked, and Ar’telan wrinkled his nose, offended.

“Of course. I thought these were your favourite?” he replied. Rhon Ron seemed surprised by the reminder.

“Well, yes! But most non-Mord do not appreciate the finer points of Mord cuisine!” he clarified. Ar’telan made an amused noise at that, opening another jar with one hand.

“Their loss,” he signed, with a decidedly non-wriggly wriggler between his fingers. “Actually - can I have some of the meat, too?” Cassard went several shades paler at the proclamation.

Cowards, the lot of them.

#is your WoL normal or did they want to eat everything on the table #Unsurprisingly Art is option 2 #warrior of light (solo story) #ff14 #ffxivwrite2023 #Art will eat anything. ANYTHING. #And also misses Meracydian food #Mord food isn't that much weirder than Eorzean food to him

[captainkirkk]

Friends!!!!

There’s a lot of secrets between the main three, but I really love the friendship they’re developing. It’s so pure. I think they’re all secretly longing for a deep connection and real support, and they end up finding it in each other.

#i know i said i didn't like shipping for this series #but i'm starting to change my mind #gen is still my favourite above all else #but i can see how cute the ships are #liveblogging #my posts #tbhk

[maliciouslycreative]

How I played damage control to an anti in a small anime fandom and may have led to her ultimate downfall

I know I had a really nice write up of this at one point but oh well. I’ll spill more of the tea in this one because honestly the tea was so hot.

There are a few things that I have to give context to first. Gaia online was like THE mega forum of the 2000s, you made a little avatar and through posting and doing other activities on the forum you made money to buy clothes for your avatar. There were forums for everything but the fannish portions were really what drew in most of the people. The anime I was into was Beyblade. It was a shonen anime about fighting with tops that were possessed by the spirits of magical creatures. The story was honestly pretty average but the characters were fantastic and the fandom is to this day still one of my favourites. The series had a primarily male cast and didn’t even have a female lead until the second season. This led to the fanfic for the English fandom being about 70% canon/OC, 10 % canon m/f, and 20% slash. The most popular character in the English fandom was by far Kai Hiwatari, the loner badboy of the team.

Also before we get started I would like to add that one of my best friends was neck deep in this and the two of us were more or less fandom married. This is the same friend that I fake dated, had feelings for, and she nearly got me into kpop in 2011 so like if you haven’t read that story please read it too because it will give you a good idea of how stupid I am and how much of a fanfic I have truly lived. 

To set the stage I was 16, soon to be 17 when I joined the fandom and it was 2004. In September of that year I wrote a humour longfic that became an absolute smash hit and I found myself somehow fandom famous. It was around this time that I joined Gaia online. I made my little avatar and immediately went looking for the beyblade thread so that I could make new friends. I found the main thread, made my little introduction and at the end of it mentioned that I was a slash writer but I supported all ships. This is where I met C. She had declared herself the authority on Beyblade in these parts and I had just committed the crime of mentioning slash which was very obviously not canon and we did not discuss in this thread because we only discussed canon things. I was like well that’s a bit severe but like sure whatever I just want to hang out and have fun. 

Oh boy did I have no idea what I was in for. 

C was a year older than me and unfortunately that made her older than the majority of the fans at the time. Her favourite character was Kai, and she was not shy about talking about this fact. She stanned Kai above all other characters, and often at their expense. She was also a fanfic writer of a popular canon/OC series. Actually, she was so full of herself that she didn’t even call herself a fanfic writer, no her stories were in fact novels and were apparently very good. I never read them. But more on that later. 

Eventually the slash fans got tired of her being rude to us in the general thread so we made a Beyblade slash thread. There was a core of like 8 or so of us and we honestly had sooo much fun. When C would be too unbearable in the main thread the people from there used to come over to our thread and we’d chat with them about non slash stuff because we were honestly all multishippers and just wanted to have fun. We’d get comments like “wow, I’ve had more pleasant canon het ship discussions in the slash thread than the regular thread”. We never worried about C coming over and getting upset about comments like this because she refused to be associated with anything related with slash lmao. 

I tried my best to keep the peace between C, myself, and the rest of the fandom because ultimately I hate being in fandom drama. I just want everyone to have a good time. I’m a people pleaser. Unfortunately my newfound fame put me in the awkward position of being the most fandom popular person in our small community aside from C. Virtually every fan that read fanfics that came into our thread knew one of us or the other by reputation and C HATED this. Especially because people would come in to the thread, recognise me and go “oh my goodness I love your fanfics!” and I’d be super sweet with them and it’d lead into “I can’t believe how nice you are, I love you” which would lead to us crying at each other. This was not the kind of fan interaction that C got, no her fans were more kind that were there to praise her and worship her like a deity that had blessed them with some gift. Rarely did they tell her how kind she was. 

Back in the mid 2000s there were really commonly those commercials (usually by Christian organisations) asking people to sponsor say children in Africa or to help build schools or provide drinking water. You all probably know the ones; know the language that they used in those commercials. My fandom wife, who I suppose I shall call wifey because yes we were THAT couple back then, once said that C described her fics like those people described donating money to save the lives of Children in Africa. So we used to joke that her fics were so good they’d save lives in Africa. Looking back at it all, she almost had a very fundamentalist Christian approach to bringing people into her fanfics. She of course tried to get all the slash people into reading it. None of us read canon/oc fic mostly due to our poor treatment at the hands of their fans and creators. Getting fed up I one day told her that if she would read any one of my fanfics that I would read the entirety of her novels. Yes, I was willing to commit to read a couple 100k of canon/oc fanfic that I’d never touch normally if she would even read one of my 1k 1 shots. Heck, I had a fic even that shipped 2 minor characters so she didn’t even have to sully herself reading about one of the main characters. It was honestly a good deal in her favour. I kept this up until the day we all left the fandom. Sometimes I do wonder if her fics were even ¼ as good as she claimed, but I will never know because she refused to read my fics. 

She wasn’t all bad and a tyrant all the time. As long as people kept the conversations on track and didn’t come in to the thread saying things like “KAI IS SO HOT ND T3H BEST N I AM GUN 2 MARRY HIM” she stayed mostly civil. It was always hilarious watching InuYahsa or Naruto fans try to come in and bad mouth Beyblade because they’d unleash the dragon and C was great at chasing off undesirables in the thread. 

The real apex of goings on though on Gaia was the guild drama. So guilds were like exclusive themed mini forums within Gaia. Anyone could buy one and run it however they want, as long as it still adhered to Gaia’s ToS. C of course was the owner of the only Beyblade guild. The fandom wasn’t really big enough to support 2 guilds so we just kind of let it go. Technically she allowed people to post slash fanfics but like everything had to be explicitly tagged and there was absolutely no slash RP. Wifey and I controlled a handful of minor characters together in the forum RP and definitely used to try to push the boundaries a little bit. Some ambiguous flirting here, a stray comment there. It was such a fragile balance though because C was heavy on the ban button. The active portion of the guild was just people that were in the cult of C and worshipped her writing. 

Understandably the other slash fans and myself were getting disheartened by this. So we pooled our funds together and decided that we’d open a second guild that though it was run by slash fans we would welcome anyone into our ranks. We just wanted to have a fun place for everyone to hang out, and to hopefully run a few events out of. In hindsight, we should have seen what would happen. When we opened the guild, with me as the guild leader, it was like somebody blew up the whole dam protecting the delicate ecosystem we had cultivated. Every single person in the Gaia fandom that was not a zealous follower of C applied to be in our guild and left her guild. We of course figured that we’d attract some of the gen population but we did not expect to accidentally poach all of it. All of the moderators were getting messages from people thanking us for giving them a place where they could say whatever they wanted without fear of getting their faces ripped off or banned. 

C lost her shit. She was so mad that we went behind her back to ruin her guild. We literally had to show her posts in the very public slash thread that we had been planning this in public and that it was not to ruin her life. We just wanted a place where we could freely post slash. The two of us had some spicy comments back and forth and then she dropped an absolute bombshell on me. Since Gaia’s mail system is terrible I unfortunately no longer have exactly what she said but it was something along the lines of “Ok, you win. I’m going to close my guild.”. Us slash fans had never been doing this to win anything. We had never been competing. We just wanted a safe space to be ourselves. 

C never joined our guild. The fandom slowly faded out within the next year anyway. We weren’t getting new content so naturally people just drifted into other fandoms. C kept up with the main Beyblade thread for a lot longer than most of us but eventually that eventually faded into obscurity too. 

I learned a lot about fandom bullies from those days. But honestly the thing that stuck with me the most out of everything was that if you provide a positive safe space for people they will flock to it. It may seem like there are so many hostile people out there, but there really aren't. They're the minority but they just make sure that their voice is the loudest. The best way is to ignore them and just do your own thing. The bullies just want attention and if you don’t give it to them and prove to them that their opinion doesn’t matter to you then they’ll move in and find something else to yell at. 

#malicious musings #stacey's adventures in fandom drama #lol #honestly it was such a fucking wild time #if i think of any other specific instances of drama i'll add them #god i wish i had screenshots of some of what went on #but sadly going through archived gaia posts is easier said than done

[jayankles]

Mommy, Daddy, and their Baby Girl

Summary: Y/N been a bad girl, Jared has set out to punish her but gets too caught up in his own pleasure, Gen’s there to even the playing field to be the one in charge.

Request: can you do a Jared x reader x Genevieve where she’s a bit younger than them and she has a mommy and daddy kink please 

Word Count: 1167

Written for: @spnkinkbingo | @anyfandomgoesbingo | @supernatural-jackles | @badbitchesbingo | @anyfandomkinkbingo

Squares Filled: Switch | writers choice au | threesome | masturbation | daddy kink

Also for @becs-bunker 

Kinktober Day 31: Dealer’s choice

“Please, Daddy?” You say softly, biting into your lower lip before pouting at him. “I’ve been a good girl for you and mommy. Please?”

Jared can’t help the quiet yet harsh grunt that leaves his throat, it’s something in the sweet and innocent act that you put on that makes him almost collapse as you fall to your knees, he would do whatever his baby girl wants. But then he remembers who is in charge. (Most definitely his wife, but we will divulge that scenario another time.) On the other hand though, he wouldn’t just be giving you what you want; he would also be getting what he wanted and he would be giving his wife a little show - or a snack if she chose to.

It’s the clink of his wedding ring against his belt that attracts your eyes to below his waistline. You are not disappointed when you see how hard Jared is in his pants, his cock tightened in the constraints of his stupid clothing. 

“Should Daddy give his baby girl what she wants?” His touch against your cheek sends a shiver rippling down your spine. “How badly does she want her Daddy?”

Before you have the opportunity to speak, though, Jared presses his thumb against your bottom lip, pushing it past your lips when he sees you open your mouth to him. “Such a good girl for Daddy. Good little slut.”

He doesn’t let you enjoy the feeling of your mouth against his thumb much longer as he pulls it away. You whine, sitting back on your haunches in a silent disobedient manner. He doesn’t doesn’t pick up on it though. His hands were too busy fumbling with the button on his pants. But she does. She stands there, leaning against the door with her hands on her hip and she watches the two of them together. It’s not jealousy, oh dear, no. She likes the thrill of walking in, catching them in the middle of their sexual escapades. Genevieve likes it so much that no matter how mad she is at the two of them starting without her, she can’t help how her body just reacts to them. How wet her pussy gets as she watches her baby girl pine over her husband. Gen thinks about all the ways that she is going to punish the little girl, and maybe even her husband while she’s at it. She grabs the attention of the both of them when she tuts at their display.

Gen shakes her head at the pair of them, even though Jared thinks he’s in charge she knows that she has Jared wrapped around her finger and she knows she has you worshipping the ground that she walks on. Gen pushes himself from the wall and strolls over to the pair.

“Go lay on the bed, little girl.” Genevieve says, barely above a whisper. Her voice is silky smooth, but you know that you are in for a punishment for not listening to her direct order. She asked you for one thing, don’t touch her pussy. You couldn’t help it when you just thought about her.

“Yes, Mommy.” You say, trying to get up as seductively as possible. Maybe it’s working by the way you catch Jared’s cock twitch in his pants.

“On the bed, too, Mister. You’ve been a bad boy.” Gen shoves Jared on the end of the bed, his legs wide open and hand rubbing against his painfully swollen cock. It’s that moment when you know that Jared is no longer in charge; it’s so much easier to have Daddy give you what you want but with Genevieve? You are screwed, you are hers; body, mind, and soul. Genevieve doesn’t waste any time shoving your legs open, your soaking wet cunt, bare for her eyes and her husbands. You expect her fingers to swipe through your folds but she shocks you with a strike of her palm against your clit. Screaming at the surprise, your body lurches forward at the thwacking sound. “You see this pretty little pussy? This is Mommy’s pussy. The little girl or Daddy doesn’t tough this pussy. Unless. I. Say.”

She accentuates her last three words with a slap. Your pussy now throbbing from both pain and pleasure, you clench around emptiness, nothing to fill you with yet but the silent begging that you are doing with your eyes and the rolling of your hips doesn’t deter Gen’s stoic annoyance. 

“Take off your clothes, baby.” She coos, stripping herself from her jacket, loosening her blouse buttons and letting it hang off her body, taunting you with her exposed torso and perfect tits covered with her favourite bra. “You too, Daddy. You’re going to sit there until you’ve learned your lesson.”

Immediately, you obey her orders, pulling off your tee shirt - the only remaining article of clothing, opening up yourself for her as you lie back on the pillows at the top of the bed, your hands resting behind your back. 

“Oh, Jared?” She waits for him to look at her fully, eyes less glossed over but still edging with lust. “Don’t come. Don’t touch yourself. Just watch.”

Synchronically, you and Jared moan - although his moan is more of a whine, deep and low in his throat. You know she isn’t going to take it easy on you. You know as you watch the smirk grow wide on her face and Jared can sense that whatever Gen has in mind that it will be for her pleasure and no one else's until she says so, lust and longing washes over him. He can’t help but want to touch himself, especially if his wife was the one calling the shots and their baby girl was only now obeying Gen’s orders after touching herself.

The beautiful brunette stands their nudes before you and you can’t help your eyes as they follow the trail from her hair, hovering between her eyes and her lips before moving on to her supple breasts.

“You like what you see, baby.” She stops your ogling before you move on to her heated core, Jared admiring the way her hips move as she slowly stalks her way to you, quickly stroking his cock before she has a chance to turn around and face him.

“Yes, mommy. You’re so beautiful” You lick at your lips, clenching your lower walls around nothing once more. You wanted her or Jared to fill you up and fuck you so bad.  “I just thought of you and I just couldn’t help myself, my p- your pussy was so wet for you. My body is ready to take anything. I just want to please you, Mommy.”

She crawls up the bed, pulling at the back of your neck, pressing her lips to your in a deep, forceful kiss. She allows you to enjoy it for a whole minute before she pulls away and spanks at your wet pussy

“Good, baby, good. I hope you are hungry, little girl.”

I was thinking of turning this into a series? Let me know your thoughts?

Forevers: @super100012 @lupine-princess @plaid-lover-bay25 @atc74 @growningupgeek @sophiebobzz @docharleythegeekqueen @grace-for-sale @mrswhozeewhatsis @jesspfly @supernaturallymarvellous @sammysgirl1997 @roxyspearing @mogaruke @be-amaziing @deanandsamsbitch @frankiea1998 @hennessy0274-blog @iwantthedean @capsheadquaters @emoryhemsworth @notmoose45 @essie1876 @cassieraider @brewsthespirit-blog @its-my-perky-nipples @riversong-sam @jotink78 @captainradicalpassion @jadalecki-jackles-blog @spnbaby-67 @holyfuckloueh @gh0stgurl @alyssa6marie @esoltis280  @alexwinchester23 @x-waywardaf-x @randomparanoid @kellianz @lyarr24

jared: @im-turnip @deans-baby-momma @shamelesslydean @sandlee44 @smoothdogsgirl @plaidstiel-wormstache  @spn-dean-and-sam-winchester

#becskinktoberfest #spnkinkbingo #anyfandomgoesbingo #anyfandomkinkbingo #badbitchesbingo #tell me a story bingo #jared x reader smut #jarevieve x reader smut #gen x reader smut #jarevieve smut #jayankles #jayankles writes #bailey writes

[tsarisfanfiction]

Touches ask game :)

8. shielding the other one with their body

Or

49. Holding onto the other's shoulder for support

Virgil and Alan please! :)

A Big Brother Too

Fandom: Thunderbirds Rating: Gen Genre: Family Characters: Virgil, Alan

My tricky boys again!  Time to leave my comfort zone and give these two some love and attention (which is not always a good thing when it comes to Tsari, but we’ll see how this ends up, I suppose).

Also time to find yet another take on the shielding prompt, because I love it.

Touches Ask Game

Scott wasn’t there.  Virgil knew that, but he still instinctively looked around for their eldest brother, half-expecting him to materialise out of nowhere.  After all, there was a little brother in trouble, so it wouldn’t be out of the question for him to miraculously appear.

But Scott wasn’t there, no matter how much Virgil might have wished he was, but Virgil was, and just because he wasn’t Scott didn’t mean he wasn’t Alan’s big brother.

“Hey,” he said, feeling larger than usual as the assailants all turned their attention to him.  Virgil wasn’t used to being the tallest, but when he was surrounded by a bunch of preteens with neither of his big brothers in sight, he was head and shoulders above everyone else. “What are you doing?”

“Virgil!”  Alan scrambled to his feet, one eye already purpling.  Virgil hadn’t seen who - or what - had caused it, but he didn’t need to know specifics to know it hadn’t been an accident and that the crowd of presumably eleven to twelve year olds contained the culprit.

There were some things that seemed universal, and despite everything else in their life, one of those constants was bullies.  Virgil had been picked on in his childhood, he was fairly sure John had, too, and while Gordon had been quick to prove why picking on him was a bad idea, even the fish had found himself on the receiving end once or twice.  Alan seemed to be no exception, and despite Virgil’s preference for staying out of trouble, he wasn’t going to stand back and watch.

“Well?” he demanded, striding through the gathering until he was standing directly in front of Alan, his little brother safely ensconced behind his bulk.  “I asked a question.”

The kids looked at each other, none of them seeming willing to answer.  Virgil crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow, waiting.

“Jus’ playin’,” one eventually muttered sullenly.

“Playing?” Virgil repeated, and watched the kids shuffle awkwardly.  Behind him, he could feel Alan pressing against him, not yet old enough to protest at big brothers fighting his battles for him.  Then again, none of them were old enough for that, except maybe Gordon and the fiery temper he shared with their biggest brother.  “Is this your idea of fun?”

They shuffled around some more in front of him.  Some of the kids on the fringe of the group melted into the background, clearly deciding they didn’t want to hang around any longer.  Virgil let them go.

“No?”  The fact that it was a question told him that the designated spokeskid knew they were in the wrong.

“Then you won’t be doing this again?”

The entire cohort shook their heads, even if some of them still looked slightly mulish.  Virgil decided that would do for now and turned his back on them, looking down at his little brother, whose blue eyes were wide.

“Come on, Allie,” he coaxed, putting an arm on his shoulder.  “Let’s go home.”

Alan nodded, a small smile forming on his face.  Virgil glanced over him to make sure he wasn’t too badly hurt before guiding him away.

“Coward!”

The call was a violent hiss.  Virgil paused, a frown settling over his face.

“Hiding behind your brother.”

“Wimp.”

Beside him, Alan twisted in his hold, wriggling free and turning back to look at his tormentors.

“Al-”

“You’re just jealous,” his little brother retorted, back straight and looking nothing like the victim he’d been moments earlier.  The change was somewhat startling.  “You wish you had big brothers as awesome as mine.”

Something warm and fuzzy curled up in Virgil’s chest and he smiled down at Alan, who caught the look and returned it.

“Come on, Virgil.”  A small, skinny arm reached up until it was gripping his shoulder.  “Let’s go.”

Slightly surprised, but mostly bemused at Alan’s apparent change in attitude, Virgil let the small blond lead him away, stooping down slightly so he didn’t have to strain quite so much to reach his shoulder.

“Are you hurt?” he asked quietly once the kids were out of earshot.  Alan shrugged.

“Nothing to worry about,” he said, all sunshine smile.  The bruise forming around his eye contradicted those words, and Virgil was dreading Scott’s reaction when he saw it, but Alan didn’t seem to care about it at all.  Not even a stumble over what Virgil quickly ascertained was just a pebble he’d caught wrong seemed to phase his brother - although Virgil’s shoulder found itself caught in a death grip as Alan tried not to fall over.

“I’m still checking you over when we get home,” he said, and Alan sighed.

“I’m fine, Virgil.”

The words were familiar, carbon copies of one of Scott’s favourite phrases when he came back covered in bruises from a training session gone wrong, and Virgil rolled his eyes.

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds are go fanfiction #tsari writes fanfiction #virgil tracy #alan tracy #thunderfluff #drabbles #weathergirl8 #behind the scenes

[meetinginsamarra]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Ohh, I love these questions and am ready to play. Let's gooo!

1. How many works do you have on A03?

51 in total

12 "real" fics and 21 ficlets and 18 covers (I didn't know who to embed them at this time)

2. What's your total A03 word count?

271.977

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Sherlock BBC

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Mutual Attraction , Learn My Scars, The toe that didn´t belong, The embers still glow when I´m sober , Gravity is missing from everything

The last three are in fact a series called Here I Am

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Of course! Always and quickly. I love comments, they make my day and fill me with happiness for hours. Not kidding!

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

None of my fics end angsty. Some of my ficlets might. Like "Time".

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

They all end happily.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

There had been a few very weird comments on "Mutual Attraction" that were rude or offensive. Some had been deleted by the cowards who posted them later.

9. Do you write smut?

Yes, male/male. I have written very porny porn. I also write gen and everything in between. Depends on the story.

10. Do you write crossovers?

No, because I define "crossover" as a mix of two existing universes, like Sherlock x Star Trek for example. I have written a lot of AUs though. Alternate Universes with the same charaters of my show but placed somewhere else.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have been offered three times but declined because I personally am not comfortable with it.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Johnlock

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have this fairy tale AU sitting in my drafts for literal years. 20k written and several attempts to take it up again, it is plotted but just resists being finished.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Learning by doing, I guess? Maybe writing movie-like action scenes. That's been said in comments.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I honestly do not know. Finishing the above mentioned fic possibly.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

If it fits the story, why not? I write in English which is not my native language, so I could do German and some French and Italian, too.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Sherlock BBC

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

I love all of my babies and will not choose a fave one. There are only faves in categories.

"Mutual Attraction" was my first and longest fic (98k).

"Wretched and Divine" was the one that made me find my friend and beta @peageetibbs

Technically, I am most proud of pulling of "Learn My Scars" because it is 38k written under a huge amount of pressure due to daily posting for Whumptober 2022. Five weeks of intense writing madness but very rewarding, too.

AU and plot-twist wise it would be "The 13th Book".

Concerning hot smut, "The toe that didn't belong".

"Sherlock's secret laboratory journal" is pure crack.

tagging anyone who wants to share!!!

#writer asks #20 questions for fic writers #my Sherlock fanfics #writing fanfic #writeblr

[littlebookreader]

Lunae lumen ipsum

This has two parts: Information and the fic itself. For slightly easier accessibility, I will put both in this post itself.

Some information first:

Summary: Olwin Keller receives a distress call, mush to Margaret’s chagrin. (For the Wednesday prompt ‘Favourite Relationship’ of the Victoriocity Appreciation Week 2021. Takes place a week after ‘SMS Brandenburg’, a day after Ego ne hic quidem.)

Fandoms: Victoriocity(Podcast)

Rating: Teen and Above Audiences

Relationships: F/M, Gen 

Word count: 666 words(yes, I know)

Characters: Chief Inspector Olwin Keller/ Margaret Keller,  Chief Inspector Olwin Keller,  Margaret Keller, Mrs. Pomligan, Timmy Keller, Inspector Archibald Fleet(mentioned).

Additional Tags: Domestic, established relationship, realistically married couple, absolutely adore these two, ghosts aren’t real(are they?), crack treated seriously as crack, can’t really think of much else, author regrets everything, no beta we shout like Mrs. Pomligan, here you go

@victoriocity-appreciation for the Favourite Relationship.

Part 4 of Love, Actually.

This was the information. For the rest of the fic, it’s all under the cut.

Fic:

A locution glass can be a powerful, useful thing, carrying all sorts of messages across while loosely maintaining your facial features, helping to convey the expression of the message. Right then, the Kellers only saw them as a menace, ruining their night’s sleep, which was, already, a rare occurrence.

“Olwin, could you please turn it off?”

“Can’t, Margaret, duty calls.”

“And what about your family?”

“Oh, again with this? I told you-”

As one might expect, the late-night calls grew both in length and in frequency, mostly civilians calling in to claim they’d found a member of the spy network loitering around nearby or ‘watching them’, whatever the hell that was supposed to mean.

The latest one reported a sighting near the coffeehouse, by the owner herself, Mrs. Pomligan, who for whatever godforsaken reason, insisted on staying up the whole night. Well, it wasn’t that he COULDN’t tell what her reasons were, though keeping awake to ‘look for ghosts loitering about near the place that poor man was killed’ wasn’t exactly what he would call ‘a plausible statement’.

“I’ve seen ‘im again, Inspector, and you KNOW that he’s real.”

Keller could tell that Margaret had had just about enough of all this and snarked, “That’s what coffee does to you brain, it does.”

“Could be the stale ‘Archie buns’ they serve too, who knows?” He muttered.

“I will have you know, good sir, my buns are NOT stale!”

He sighed. “Couldn’t you just report your observations to the nearest available constabulary?”

“Inspector-“

“That’s CHIEF Inspector to you, Mrs. Pomligan-“

In the pale, not-quite-accurate image of the glass, it’s looked like she was dismissing it. Keller shrugged, it could just as easily have been a trick of the light. “Right, right. Could you please look into it? He’s scaring off my customers, and you know how much they love my coffee, the poor dears.”

He narrowed his eyes at her, while Margaret remarked: “I’m sure it isn’t the spectre that’s scaring them off, Mrs. Pomligan.”

Keller respected few people, and feared even fewer. Mrs. Pomligan, to no one’s surprise, fell in the latter category, with her booming voice and sudden exclamations. Part of him just wanted to run away screeching like a little girl, and hide under the covers, though whether it was to protect his ear drums, or his dignity, he wasn’t quite sure.

“Very well, but does it have to be done NOW?”

The face in the mercury faltered. “Well, no….But it would be appreciated if you could. There was also something else, though I think little Archie would want to tell you about it.”

“Come morning, I mean, when the sun rises, I mean, I will send my best to look into it.”

“Thank you, Inspector!” With that, the liquid settled back into its traditionally inert stance, while Margaret mimicked. “Thank you, inspector, you know how much they love my coffee, inspector. Ugh, doesn’t she realise the stuff is inedible?”

Keller stood by, lost in thought as his wife rambled. Something else? Ask Fleet about it? Why would she say THAT in the end? Margaret seemed to notice this, as she joked, “I know my impressions aren’t the best, Olwin, but surely they’d get a laugh?”

“You’re absolutely right, dear,” he muttered, still lost in his reverie. What happened at that coffeehouse?

“Olwin, is something the matter?”

“Yes, yes, I’m sorry, it’s just something she said.”

“Ah, yes, about Fleet. You should talk to him, try to find out exactly what she was insinuating.”

“Margaret-”

“But not now. Now, just go back to sleep. Whatever it is, I’m sure it can wait.”

Despite his general mood and growing desire to get back to sleep, Keller knew that it couldn’t be further from the truth. They walked back to their bedroom, only stopping by Timmy’s room once, only to find him sleeping there peacefully.

They smiled at each other, briefly forgetting all their concerns. After all, whatever it was could wait till morning. 

Couldn’t it?

#victoriocity #Victoriocity appreciation week 2021 #sorry im late #chief inspector keller #kellers missus #*shifty eyebrows* #established relationship #mmm my favourite #despite that #this is still #also featuring #timmy keller #mrs pomligan #inspector Archibald fleet #(mentioned) #anyway #prompt answer #here you go #yikes for a fic #little book writing

[firewoodwander]

honey-gold — Tup/Dogma

Domestic holiday decorating fluff as part 2 of my clone haven gift exchange for the wonderful @parkkrys ! 🤍

No warnings, just fluff! Rated Gen

Read on ao3 or below the cut

Summary:

Dogma hums to himself as he sits on the living room floor unwinding coils and coils of fairy lights. Some are multicoloured, some are blue, some are even pink, but his favourite ones, as simple as they are, are the long strands they have of warm white. The ones that glow a yellow-amber that always reminds him of soft blankets and warm hands and even warmer, beautiful honeyed eyes.

“We don’t have to,” Tup says suddenly. He wrings his hands together as Dogma considers the two cardboard boxes he’s unearthed from the tiny, crowded attic above their flat. “If you don’t want to, we don’t have to—”

“Tup.” Dogma steps over a box and peers up into his face. He looks calm, somewhat amused, even, when he takes Tup’s hands in his and slips their fingers together to curl over their knuckles. “Just because I don’t do Christmas does not mean I don’t want to spend time with you putting up all the pretty things I know you love. It’s hanging some tinsel on the wall, not making me participate in dinner and… whatever else it is people do.”

Tup rolls his bottom lip between his teeth and tilts his head when Dogma brushes away a stray strand of hair with their linked hands. “I just… I don’t want you to feel you have to.”

Dogma smiles slightly and tugs him down to sit on the floor, curled towards each other and knee-to-knee.

“Do you know how much I loved going to your house to see you when it got to December?” he asks. Tup lifts a brow to look at him from under his lashes. “I did. I loved it. The later it got, the more everything was pretty and warm and nice. And my favourite part—lucky, I think, considering how much time we spent there—was your room. You’ve collected so many things over the years, and it was always covered with—”

“Lights,” Tup murmurs. “It was always covered in lights. I knew you liked them.”

Dogma squeezes their hands. “I did. It seemed… fitting. I think I… I think…”

Tup strokes a thumb over the back of his hand. “What is it?”

“I think I fell in love with you in that room,” comes out all in a rush, a voice small with embarrassment, colour rising to Dogma’s face as he stares fixedly at their feet. Tup feels his own cheeks flush with prickling warmth, bubbles rising in his chest that make him beam. “Lying on your bed with you, in-in the dark, there was that string of golden ones you had on the ceiling, and you looked so pretty when we turned out all the lamps and lay there with all the reflections glittering in your hair.”

“You know I did it for you, right?” Tup says. If he focuses he can feel his old mattress and sheets at his back, the radiating warmth of Dogma’s hand resting mere millimetres from his own and yet feeling that distance as keenly as if it were miles. Wanting to reach out and tangle their fingers like they are now, wanting to roll over and kiss the starry-eyed look from his face but never having the courage to ask. His best friend, warm and sparkling under the fairy lights. “I…” he swallows down the lump of nostalgia that forms in his throat. “You always looked so relaxed. Happy. I would think about you when I put them up.”

Dogma leans forward and presses their lips together, just a chaste kiss, cute and sweet, and still it has Tup’s heart fluttering like he’s seventeen again and pining. The way his scruff grazes Tup’s skin makes him shiver and melt all at once, just like it always does. Tup squeezes his hand and lets himself be pulled to his feet.

“Then come on. Let’s start with the lights.”

Of course, Dogma puts up a minimal protest when Tup puts on the Christmas songs. Tup knows he doesn’t mind—not when he can see him swaying along out of the corner of his eye—and Tup quite adores it too when he can grab Dogma’s hands and waist as he’s walking by and twirl him around the room to all his favourite songs. But the lights go up, and then the tinsel, as Dogma said, and Tup finishes it with little glittery stars and snowy pinecones he hangs from whatever is hook-like enough to take them. There’s a candle holder with a forest deer pattern on the coffee table, and Dogma is just inspecting the label on the candle when Tup finally brushes off his hands.

“Orange and cinnamon?” he asks. He frowns at the thing before lifting it and sniffing cautiously. “Is that supposed to work?”

“Don’t you like it?” Tup smiles. The empty boxes are kicked aside and he falls onto the sofa with a huff of breath, watching out of one eye while Dogma lights the candle and stares at it with suspicion.

“It’s surprisingly not bad.”

“There, see?” Tup rolls onto one side and holds his arms out to his boyfriend. “Now come on, I’m cold!”

Dogma frowns again and makes towards the thermostat, abandoning his candle and Tup, who pouts. “Cold? I can get you a jumper if you want? The heating was on not long ago…”

“Dogma,” Tup says. He lifts his arm up again. “I meant I want hugs.”

A soft look passes over Dogma’s expression. He turns back to Tup fully, his lips tilted in a lopsided smile, and reaches to take his hand.

“Sorry, cyare. I can do that too.”

“Good,” Tup smirks, pulling him down onto the sofa. He lands heavy in Tup’s arms and quickly rearranges himself, pressing him back into the cushions and covering him with his weight. Tup pushes his nose into Dogma’s neck and allows himself to be cuddled.

“Thank you for today,” he murmurs into his skin.

Dogma hums and tangles his fingers in the lengths of Tup’s hair. “I already said it’s perfectly fine, there’s no need to thank me.”

“No,” Tup says, grinning with giddiness just at the memory. “Telling me about it. When you fell for me.”

The arms around Tup’s waist and back tighten momentarily, hugging him closer to Dogma’s chest. “I wanted to,” he mutters. “You deserve to be loved.”

Tup bites down on his smile and plays the fleece of Dogma’s hoodie between his fingers. “You never let me forget.”

“Exactly.”

For a minute all is quiet, just the thump of Dogma’s heart under Tup’s ear and the even rise and fall of his chest. Tup snuggles even closer into him and buries his nose in his neck, the beloved smell of him mingling with the sweet spice of their steadily-burning candle.

“Hey,” Dogma says gently, nudging his shoulder just as he’s on the verge of dropping into a doze. “I have something to show you.”

“Hmm? Do I have to move?”

He chuckles. “Well, it’d be a darn sight harder bringing it to you.”

“Could always move the sofa with me on it.”

With a snort, Dogma slips down to kneel on the floor and leans in to drag a careful knuckle over Tup’s cheek. “Come on, cyare. I want you to see this.”

Tup rouses and blinks his eyes open to return Dogma’s smile. He stretches, yawns, and holds out his hands in a silent request to be carried.

“Oh come on, you lazy ars. Up you get.”

“Fine,” Tup sighs, though he levers himself up happily enough. He takes Dogma’s hand and lets him guide him out, through their freezing fucking airlock of an entrance hall and to their bedroom door. Dogma stops with his hand on the handle and—

“Close your eyes,” he says. Tup nods and holds a hand over his closed eyes, pursing his lips in quiet excitement. He’s guided into the room and positioned somewhere in the middle of the small floor. He hears the door click shut behind him, Dogma moving around, a click, and then warm hands landing back at his waist.

“Can I open them?” he asks.

Dogma laughs, gently pulling the hand away from his face. “Yes, yes you can look.”

When Tup opens his eyes again, he isn’t at first sure quite where he is at all. The room is dark—blackout curtains pulled tight and pinned for full effect—except for the dozens upon dozens of hovering, glowing golden twinkles that arc from wall to wall across the ceiling, bathing everything in soft light.

“Oh,” Tup breathes. He steps forward and tips his head back to stare up at them, his fingers brushing the fluffy throw blanket over the foot of the bed before he sinks down onto it. “Dogma.”

“Is it good?” he asks. “I did it right, didn’t I?”

“It’s wonderful.”

The bed dips as Dogma joins him. He lies back, lets their thighs brush, hears the sigh that leaves his boyfriend’s lips as he settles. Their fingers, inches apart on the covers, meet in the middle and curl together.

“Thank you,” Tup tells him eventually. The bed is soft, Dogma’s warm and sleep calls to him, but he stares up at the pattern of stars swirling above his head, not wanting to lose this feeling he never thought he’d have again.

Well, he supposes it’s not quite the same as it used to be.

“Thank you,” he whispers again, rolling onto his side to gaze lovingly into Dogma’s eyes.

“Of course,” Dogma breathes. “I didn’t know if there was a-a pattern, or anything, so I did my best.”

“How many years has it been since we last did this? It’s beautiful, ner cyare. Really.”

Dogma smiles. “I’m glad you like it.”

Tup leans down to kiss him. Dogma’s mouth is soft and pliant, and he kisses like every one might be his last; it sends a shiver down Tup’s spine, a small noise catching in his throat when he lowers himself onto Dogma’s chest, indescribably grateful for every moment they’ve had leading up to this. Them.

“You don’t know how happy I am that I can do this with you,” he says once they part, breathless and heart aching. Dogma reaches up to hold his face again, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear and grinning. The fairy lights shimmer in his eyes, make his gaze fall softly, so softly, it makes Tup weak.

“I know.”

#tup/dogma #clone haven gift exchange #clonecest #dogma/tup #tupma #togma #clone trooper dogma #clone trooper tup #writing tag

[tempestaurora]

FANDOMS: Marvel, Voltron: Legendary Defender, The 100, Harry Potter, The Raven Cycle, Community, Avatar: The Last Airbender, The Umbrella Academy

NOTES:

i tagged every tumblr i could reasonably find. if you have more than one fic on this list, i have tagged you more than once. some people may be tagged like five times. i’m not sorry.

where relevant, fandoms have been split into general (platonic) centric fics, and romantic/slash fics. this is just because it’s easier than splitting it up into specific relationships.

at the end of every fic title/author line is a list of core relationships; fics are split between gen and romance depending on what relationship is considered centric. otherwise, fics are in no particular order. All fics are completed unless otherwise specified.

i added a read more because there’s over 100 fics listed here.

anyway, enjoy, thanks for the 3k followers

M A R V E L

gen centric fics

SHORT (0 - 5K)

K.I.D. by blondsak @blondsak | Tony&Peter

summary: “Hi K.I.D. Glad you’re awake. Do you know your primary objective?”

“To always look for ways to remind Mister Stark - that’s you! - that Kindness Isn’t Dead.”

“That’s right, K.I.D. Good job.” 

forty miles by peter_stank @peter-stank

summary:  the one where Morgan is sick and Tony is in way over his head, so he calls his spiderson for a little bit of help. Tony&Peter

from now on by peterparkr @peterparkrr |  Tony&Peter

summary: Peter’s sure that Tony and Pepper’s wedding will change everything. 

Machine Wash Hot; Tumble Dry Low by alice_in_ink | Tony&Peter

summary: Do you ever fall into sewers and then need your billionaire mentor to wash your super-suit? Peter Parker does too. 

Captain That by maddo | Tony&Peter

summary: Just a bunch of little anecdotes regarding our favourite spider and his Instagram account, feat. a meme-tastic Tony Stark.

Here's to all the new beginnings by Gruoch @groo-ock | Tony&Peter

summary: Peter gets a job. Tony is less than pleased. 

to know, to protecc, and to fuck with by peterstank and floweryfran @peter-stank @floweryfran | Tony&Peter, Natasha&Peter, Sam/May

summary: peter parker convinces the responsible adults in his life to join him on the world’s stupidest stake-out. 

MEDIUM (5 - 20K)

i used to have nothing and then by dirgewithoutmusic @ink-splotch | Clint&Natasha

summary: “Clint,” Natasha said. “You’ve got to let me go.”

“Clint,” she said, and he let her go. 

the hearth by sagemb |  Tony&Peter

summary: What to Do When Your Wife Is Out of the Country: A Guide by Tony Stark

1) Gain partial custody of a child 2) Sleep on the couch 3) Have the child gain partial custody of you.

Love in Ones and Zeroes by forensicleaf @forensicleaf | Tony&Peter

summary: a boy, a bot, and a bond through the years. Tony&DUM-E

call you home SERIES by Madelinedear | May&Tony, Tony&Peter

summary: sometimes family is who you're born with. and sometimes family is a spider boy, a rich not-dad, and a kickass aunt. (or; tony, may, and peter find a place in each other's lives) 

Not-Uncle Tony by Jen27ny @jen27ny | Tony&Peter, Happy&Peter

summary: Happy is Peter's biological father, and Tony is there for the entire ride. 

Between how it is and how it should be by frostysunflowers @frostysunflowers | Peter&Bucky, Tony&Peter, Steve&Bucky

summary: ''Doesn’t Captain Rogers ever…wonder,'' Peter winced as he fumbled for the right word, ''where you are?''

Bucky smirked. ''Steve’s a regular mother hen. Used to be me that worried about him.'' He gave Peter a pointed look. ''Better question is, isn’t Stark wondering where you are?''

The Unfortune Teller by peterparkr @peterparkrr | Tony&Peter

summary: A woman in a carnival booth predicts Peter's death. 

all the things yet to come (are the things that have passed) by peterparkr @peterparkrr | Peter&Morgan, Tony&Peter

summary: The first time Peter sees Morgan is at the funeral. 

tony and peggy’s big day out! by floweryfran @floweryfran | Tony&Peggy

summary: “What’s happened this time?”

“Just a bombing,” says Peggy.

“At three in the afternoon?” says Jarvis. “Frankly, how rude.”

Blips on the Record by ambivalentangst @ambivalentmarvel | Flash&Peter, Tony&Peter

summary: Flash Thompson’s story is not simple, Peter Parker can always use someone else in his corner, and secrets are had and protected by all. 

aiding and abetting: a peter parker saga by floweryfran and peterstank @floweryfran @peter-stank | Peter&Avengers

summary: 5 times peter parker runs into the rogues separately + the 1 time they work together as a team. 

Tennessee Outreach for Spider-Man (and friends) by ciaconnaa @ciaconnaa | Harley&Peter, Harley&Tony

summary: in an attempt to help Harley beef up his college apps, Tony offers Harley a remote Stark Industries internship to help Spider-Man. It easily becomes his worst nightmare. 

Allston Christmas by Gruoch @groo-ock | Tony&Peter, Tony&Peter&Rhodey

summary: “You guys didn’t have to do this,” Peter says from where he sits squeezed into the middle seat of the U-Haul, sweat running down his back. The air-conditioning in the truck they’ve rented is broken, and even with the windows rolled down it’s hellishly hot inside.

“We wanted to,” Tony replies as he blasts the horn at a minivan with a “Harvard Mom” bumper sticker that is attempting to cut into his lane.

so happy together by floweryfran @floweryfran | Tony&Ben

summary: ben parker calling tony stark a twink for 13k words

LONG (20K+)

An Unofficial Introduction to the Avengers SERIES by Isnt_it_pretty_to_think_so @isnt-it-pretty-to-think-so-tr | Tony&Peter

summary: The Avengers meet Spiderman via the online world, and then meet Peter Parker in Stark's living room. It takes them longer than it should to put two-and-two together. 

what is and will be (is you and me) by momentofmemory @momentofmemory | May&Peter

summary: 5 times May was there for Peter, +1 time he was there for her. 

dear mr. fantasy by iron_spider @iron--spider | Tony&Peter

summary: He grits his teeth and turns around, and before he can even begin to trudge over towards Peter’s room, he’s stopped in his tracks. By a door. In the middle. Of the living room.

“Well that’s new,” he says, still rooted to the spot.

timshel SERIES by justanotherblond @blondieewritess | Bucky&Peter, Steve/Bucky

summary: The soldier doesn’t remember his son’s birth or how he came to be. He doesn’t remember bedding a woman and watching her belly swell, but they said the boy was his. He does know that he will protect and teach the boy within the confines of their cell walls. Even when the handlers berate him. Even when the good guys take him away. 

odd couple buddies SERIES by bysine | Peter&Bucky, Sam&Thor, Tony&Peter

summary: "You know you're not supposed to call him the Winter Soldier any more, right?" Peter says, while they handcuff him to a pipe. A pipe. "Also this whole thing is kind of messing up my schedule. My two overdue papers won't exactly write themselves."

i understand (i’m a liability) by floweryfran @floweryfran | Harley&Tony, Harley&Peter

summary: “I… am not being challenged in the right ways here,” Harley says slowly, carefully.

“Then move here,” Tony says, and Harley’s heart drops straight into his feet. 

Roundabout by Gruoch @groo-ock | Tony&Peter

summary: In which Peter attempts to survive long enough to graduate, Tony moonlights as a semi-professional party planner, and absolutely nothing goes according to plan. 

Uncle Steve's Fix-it Freelance Gig (and friends) SERIES by whowhotellsyourstory | Steve&Morgan, Tony&Steve, Bucky&Peter

summary: "You ever need help, and I'm not there-""Why wouldn't you be there?""You call Uncle Steve."

notes: probably my favourite post endgame fix it fic/series in existence

Dumpster Fires Verse SERIES by deniigiq @deniigi | Peter&Wade&Matt

summary: A collection of Team Red stories because they are all hot messes. Except Peter. Two-Thirds of them are hot messes.

Impression, Sunrise by ciaconnaa @ciaconnaa | Peter&Morgan

summary: In Peter Parker's eyes, Morgan Stark is a lot of things: a terrible pancake chef, a top notch negotiator, the world's cutest six-year old. But above all, she is his family. He hopes he's enough. 

The Room Where It Happens by notapartytrick @notaparty-trick | Tony&Peter

summary: At 7:36 pm on the 12th of May 2016, Tony Stark is put in the Room.

A twelve-by-twelve-foot shed, soundproofed, double locked. It becomes his home. It has to be, because there’s nowhere else.

At 4:22 pm on the 15th of June 2017, Peter Parker is put in the Room.

They make a living under duress, fearing at every moment the entry of their captor. Confinement halts their lives in their tracks, changes them both for good: breaks them and brings them together simultaneously.

“If someone has everything they need, but nobody, do they have everything? Or nothing?”

romance centric fics

SHORT (0 - 5K)

written in the star(war)s by ciaconnaa @ciaconnaa | Peter/Michelle

summary: Michelle looks at the nurse one more time, and despite the evidence, asks, “Are you sure it’s twins?”

“Yes, I’m sure,” the nurse points them out again. “One boy, and one girl. Due...May 4th.”

It only takes Michelle 2.3 seconds to realize the horror of that sentence. 

Steve Rogers is (Not) A Good Influence by stevergrsno @stevergrsno |  Steve/Bucky, Steve&Peter

summary: Steve Rogers' American Tour Of Waiting For His Brainwashed Boyfriend To Come Back And Blowing Up Hydra is interrupted when Tony Stark dumps Peter Parker into his lap.

Captain ‘Socialist Rage Muffin’ America by mybrotherharry @baffledkingcomposinghallelujah | Steve/Tony, Steve/Tony/Bucky

summary: It takes three months of dating Steve Rogers for Tony to understand why Aunt Peggy once shot at him in sheer frustration.Alternately titled, Honey, I committed treason again. 

Soft Spot for the Hell Raisin' Boy by ifeelbetter @ifeelbetterer | Steve/Bucky

summary: The Winter Soldier takes an interest in Sam Wilson. Bucky Barnes wants to tell him how to be Steve Rogers's best friend.

Cat’s Cradle by Traincat @traincat | Peter/Felicia

summary: The test was positive.

Felicia tilted it idly this way and that, sitting on the bathroom floor with her back against the cupboard. The floors and the counter tops were marble, and the shower door was glass. Every one of Felicia’s moves seemed to echo in the large room, even though she knew that she was making no sound.

The test was positive. She didn’t bother to check the box to make sure she’d gotten the little symbols right. She’d known before she took it.

“Well,” she breathed out, tilting her head back to inspect the ceiling. “Damn, Spider.”

MEDIUM (5 - 20K)

cross this river to the other side by defcontwo | Steve/Bucky

summary: In 1943, the Howling Commandos wrote goodbye letters to be given to their loved ones in the event of their deaths.In 2014, Sharon Carter finds those letters in a tin can in an abandoned HYDRA base. 

Tony Stark Googled The Thing by mybrotherharry @baffledkingcomposinghallelujah | Tony/Pepper, Tony&Peter

summary: When Morgan is six months old, Pepper goes back to work and Tony takes over as stay-at-home dad. Discovering the mommyblogosphere is the inevitable next step.

Winter Soldier Program by NocturneByChopin | Steve/Bucky

summary: Here’s the thing: he’s got a bit of a secret. It involves a boy that went and became famous when Steve wasn’t looking. 

i was found and now i don't roam these streets by hipsterchrist | Steve/Bucky

summary: Bucky relearns himself and how to be on a team, the rest of the Avengers try to get answers, and everyone watches too much Criminal Minds. 

Between a Rock and a Hard Place by ciaconnaa @ciaconnaa | Michelle/Peter, Michelle&Happy, Tony&Peter

summary: Ever since her mother died a few years back, Michelle's relationship with her father became strained in their grief. One night, after she's forced to show up at Peter's covered in bruises and in need of stitches, she remembers that even the most unsuspecting dormant volcanoes can erupt.

Brooklyn by togina @toli-a | Steve/Bucky

summary: "Captain America, what's your stance on gay marriage?"

Everyone knows that, by now. Everyone but Bucky.

Steve Rogers at 100: Celebrating Captain America on Film by eleveninches, febricant, hellotailor, M_Leigh, neenya, tigrrmilk | Steve/Bucky

summary: Steve and Bucky find out Hollywood has been busy since they went away. A historical survey, including but not limited to: one set of exploded genitals, a brief interlude in France, Mel Gibson and other masterworks of casting, eight Academy awards, several dinosaurs, and something Tony Stark has ominously dubbed “the masterpiece.” Art included.

Project: Get Bucky Barnes a Dog by ruxian | Steve/Bucky

summary: Bucky Barnes does not have a dog. Bucky Barnes does not want a dog. Sam thinks that should change. Bucky does not agree. 

On My Radar by sprinkle_of_cinnamon | Steve/Bucky

summary: The Winter Soldier first noticed it when he was on the helicarrier.

The blonde’s shoulders were broad, incredibly broad.

They stretched the blue uniform in a wide span, drawing down to a narrow waist. It was a distinctly triangular silhouette. It was entirely improbable. And somehow it was strangely familiar.

The Winter Soldier raised his gun and fired. He didn’t have time for distractions, or Steve Rogers’ shoulders. 

LONG (20k+)

despite the threatening sky and shuddering earth (they remained) by praximeter @praximeter | Steve/Bucky

summary: “Those are pins,” Steve realized. He looked over at Hill. “The mask—it’s nailed to his face.” 

notes: may i say a massive fucking HOLY SHIT??????????? incredible. iconic. life-changing.

United States v. Barnes, 617 F. Supp. 2d 143 (D.D.C. 2015) by fallingvoices and radialarch | Steve/Bucky

summary: The Associated Press @AP Winter Soldier set to stand trial for Washington D.C. massacre and treason apne.ws/1og6SWE 

Bucky Barnes: Former Disney Channel Star SERIES by mambo @whtaft | Steve/Bucky

summary: "The question the entertainment world is asking themselves today is... Who is Steve? Hollywood superstar Bucky Barnes was spotted at a wrap-party last night, serenading someone named Steve onstage.” 

Not Easy Conquered SERIES by dropdeaddream and WhatAre Fears | Steve/Bucky

summary: In 1945, Steve Rogers jumps from a nosediving plane and swims through miles of Arctic Ocean to a frozen shore.

In 1947, Steve Rogers marries Peggy Carter.

In 1966, the New York Times finds the lost letters of Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes.

notes: if you’ve read stucky, you’ve read this series. i know this. just like i know that its the most GODDAMN BEAUTIFUL series ever written. no topping it. it’s number 1.

Strays by snarklyboojum @snarklyboojum | Steve/Bucky

summary: After finding himself alone for the first time in decades, the Winter Soldier learns how to be a person again. Mostly through caring for an orphaned kitten, countless rounds of YouTube roulette, and stalking Captain America. 

hold me until we crumble by queenklu @queenklu | Steve/Bucky

summary: “Sam told me you were watching Antiques Roadshow,” Natasha says, shaking out her hair. “I assumed it was a national emergency.”

notes: one of my favourite standalone fics i’ve ever read

half awake in a fake empire SERIES by idrilka | Steve/Bucky

summary: In the aftermath of Steve's return to the world of the living and the battle of New York, the academia and the Internet react.

by the river potomac i sat down and wept by peterstank @peter-stank | Steve/Bucky

summary: bucky barnes atones.

Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell SERIES by AnnaFugazzi | Steve/Bucky

summary: Captain America and Bucky Barnes were like brothers. Everyone knew that. 

Out of the Dead Land by orphaned account | Steve/Bucky

summary: Someone is building machines that look and act like people.

Meanwhile, the Winter Soldier tries to be Bucky Barnes.

V O L T R O N:  L E G E N D A R Y  D E F E N D E R

romance centric fics

MEDIUM (5 - 20K)

called out your name (but it was too late) by arahir @arahir | James/Keith, Shiro/Keith

summary:  An old classmate watches Keith fall in love with someone else. 

so much for the after party by arahir @arahir | Shiro/Keith

summary: Shiro gets his groove back.

i breathe disaster by arahir @arahir | Shiro/Keith

summary: After the wedding, Keith leaves Earth in search of something he can keep. 

notes: what doES THIS M E AN?!!!??!!?!?! i cried over this ending. i cr i e d. actual real tears. it was so upsetting somehow. and i am so confused. and i went and found the author’s imagined ending in the comments to help understand the open one and it just made me SADDER. i think this is one of those fics that tries to teach me to read the tags and back away at the word “angst”. anyway, excellent, everything i’ve read from this author was incredible

LONG (20K+)

Alien Sex Fiend by Glossolalia | Shiro/Keith | WIP

summary: It started at a drive-in in the 1980s. Unfortunately, this is a love story; a love story about the frontman of Quantum Queef, a punk band, and a boy who rides a red motorcycle. Also, they fight aliens. 

notes: i’m OBSESSED with this fic. i have read it many times. shiro as a punk singer of a band called Quantum Queef????????? and the fact that it’s the only fic on this account???? absolute POWER MOVE.

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romance centric fics

SHORT (0 - 5K)

golden gunned girls by littlearrows | Bellamy/Clarke

summary:  They’re not good girls. They have no reason to be. 

notes: i think about this fic approximately twice a week despite reading it five years ago. there’s a song called gold gun girls by metric that makes me absolutely feral and would be the dream theme song for the intro sequence of the girl gang tv show of my dreams

and then my soul saw you by synchronicities | Bellamy/Clarke

summary: Lexa tells Clarke that love within the cluster is the worst kind of narcissism. Bellamy begs to differ. Sense8 AU.

givers prove unkind by emullz | Bellamy/Clarke

summary: a modern au in which bellamy is in a band, he writes an album about clarke, and she is his ophelia. also, marriage.

she sounds like sex on the radio by lecornergirl | Bellamy/Clarke

summary: “Wait, hold on,” Clarke says. “Are you suggesting I—in the booth?” But her tone is a lot sterner than she feels. Against her better judgement, she’s into it. 

notes: idk what to tell you. i have only bookmarked like three smut fics in my life. it deserves it ok.

the kids aren’t alright by opensummer | Multiple Relationships

summary: The Pacific Rim fusion seven ways. 

notes: probably???? my favourite? pacific rim au? i’ve ever read??? does so much with so little

Haven’t You Heard? The World is Coming To An End by Jenye @likcoln-blog | Bellamy/Clarke

summary: So where would you rather die? Here or in Jaeger? Pacific Rim AU. 

MEDIUM (5 - 20K)

three points (where two lines meet) SERIES by PinkCanary | Bellamy/Clarke/Raven

summary: Clarke wears the two names on her skin like a badge of honour. 

Icarus Lives by karusarchive @cluelesskaru | Bellamy/Clarke

summary: No one could ever have predicted the kaiju were coming.  Clarke Griffin was in need of a new Co-Pilot. Bellamy Blake had just graduated. You can guess how that goes.

notes: if anyone knows me at all, they know i’m a MASSIVE pacific rim fan. like, own all the books and graphic novels and have multiple pacrim t-shirts kind of fan. THIS FIC was my first experience with that franchise. my first ever. i watched the movie BECAUSE of this fic.

Pony Regrets SERIES by Chash @ponyregrets | Bellamy/Clarke

summary: Octavia drags Bellamy to a My Little Pony tournament. Bellamy is deeply upset about the whole thing, but then the girl running the tournament is really cute.

The Internet Is Forever SERIES by Chash @ponyregrets | Bellamy/Clarke

summary: Apparently, the internet has been shipping Bellamy Blake (of Team Arkade) and Clarke Griffin (of Craven Cosplay). No one told Bellamy about it. 

Nothing Like Old Times by LayALioness @filmnoirsbian | Bellamy/Clarke

summary: “Clarke killed some guy and stuffed him in the trunk,” Jasper says delightedly. “Your cousin’s dark, dude.”

“Yeah,” Bellamy nods, trying to backtrack. Sometimes he wishes she was actually better at making things up. “She’s a…closeted Goth.” Terminator AU. 

the feel-good hit of the summer by disco_vendetta @errorofyourways | Bellamy/Clarke

summary: Clarke Griffin and Bellamy Blake are sleeping together. (aka ROCK BAND AU) 

notes: i think about this fic an OBSCENE amount. it’s been five years since i first read it.

LONG (20K+)

Your Mess Is Mine by monroeslittle @argyledpenguin | Bellamy/Clarke

summary: modern AU, Clarke grows up with Octavia, and Octavia's brother. 

notes: the fic that got me into fan fic in the first place. top tier. 42k.

Love Will Come Through by monroeslittle @argyledpenguin | Bellamy/Clarke

summary: AU. Clarke winds up in an arranged marriage with Bellamy. 

Neeeeeeeeeerds by Chash @ponyregrets | Bellamy/Clarke

summary: Clarke joins the Junior Classical League for two reasons: to appease her mother and to annoy Bellamy Blake.

Our Time Now SERIES by TazmainianDevil | Bellamy/Clarke

summary: The Ark may have been short on all resources vital to sustaining life but one thing they never ran out of was guns.On an Ark that has always been defined by violence, Jake Griffin manages to save his daughter's life and Clarke joins a gang to change the world.

Disney Channel You by Chash @ponyregrets | Bellamy/Clarke

summary: Bellamy only goes to the open casting for Clarke Griffin's new Disney Channel show because Octavia begs him. He never thought he'd actually get the stupid part. 

And You Understand Now Why They Lost Their Minds and Fought the Wars by marauders_groupie @marauders-groupie | Bellamy/Clarke

summary: Clarke doesn’t understand why they say that soulmates are one soul in two bodies. Her soul has five other bodies and she would give her life for any of them. Sense8 AU. 

notes: probably my favourite sense8 AU i’ve ever read?? and i have read Many

build this fire higher, higher toward the sky SERIES by adelicatepeach | Bellamy/Clarke

summary: Clarke's jaeger goes down on a Thursday. Pacific Rim AU. 

H A R R Y  P O T T E R

gen centric fic

LONG (20K+)

yer a wizard, dudley by dirgewithoutmusic @ink-splotch | Dudley&A Lot of People

summary: Minerva fished in her pocket without looking, because the only things allowed in her pockets were only ever exactly what she needed. “I've come to deliver this,” she said, “because Hogwarts by-laws require a professor to hand-deliver acceptance letters to Muggleborn families for their explanation and comfort." 

notes: i have only ever cared about two harry potter fics in my life. this is one of them.

the family evans by dirgewithoutmusic @ink-splotch | Petunia&A Lot of People

summary: What if, when Petunia Dursley found a little boy on her front doorstep, she took him in? Not into the cupboard under the stairs, not into a twisted childhood of tarnished worth and neglect—what if she took him in? 

notes: this is the other one

T H E  R A V E N  C Y C L E

gen centric fic

MEDIUM (5 - 20K)

Helter Skelter by Anonymous | Ronan&Blue

summary: In hindsight, a road trip with your step-brother and his best friends in Gansey's dying Pig is not an ideal way to start summer break. Sargent-Lynch siblings AU.

meet hennessy by izzylizardborn @gaybluesargent | Hennessy&Jordan

summary: Hennessy had seen movies. She knew how this went. When it came to clones, there was always a good one and an evil one. She didn’t need to wonder which was which.

life is not a movie, maybe by coyotesuspect | Ronan&Blue

summary: Ronan gets kicked out of Aglionby and enrolls at Mountain View High for his senior year. The only problem is, no one remembers to tell Blue. 

Honeymoon by vexmybones | Ronan&Blue

summary: Blue and Ronan living together, no buffers, no bullshit, this is how they cope. 

the bugs and alphabet by Pi @rhea314 | Ronan&Blue

summary: In which Blue babysits Chainsaw, Ronan & Blue make angry art projects, and some conversations are almost had. 

romance centric fic

SHORT (0 - 5K)

Pretty Good, Right? by suddensingularity | Ronan/Blue

summary: Blue wants to have sex before her true love dies. Ronan helps out. Ronan/Blue

notes: yeah ok this is one of the three smut fics i’ve bookmarked its fun ok

MEDIUM (5 - 20K)

It Had To Be You by shinealightonme @toast-the-unknowing | Ronan/Adam

summary: Ronan hates basically everything about their business, or that's what he tells Blue, but the worst part is that he's constantly meeting cute guys and none of them are single. 

darling, don’t make such a drama by shinealightonme @toast-the-unknowing | Ronan/Adam, Ronan&Henry, Ronan&Declan

summary: "Straight answers are boring," Cheng says, "and yes I do mean that for all values of straight. I do not need Ronan to share his tragic backstory, I would much rather deduce it on my own."

"Who says I have a tragic backstory?"

"With your fearsome glower and troubled good looks? If you did not have a tragic backstory it would be a waste."

 C O M M U N I T Y

romance centric fic

LONG (20k+)

Playing House by itsactuallycorrine @itsactuallycorrine | Jeff&Annie

summary: Six years ago, Jeff let Annie go. She never returned to Greendale, and he moved on. Now, he's a single dad to a one-year-old and he needs her help.

A V A T A R:  T H E  L A S T  A I R B E N D E R

gen centric fic

SHORT (0 - 5K)

call it dreaming by ciaconnaa @ciaconnaa | Toph&Gaang

After the war, Toph has nightmares. The screeching of metal, Sokka and Suki's screams, the snap of Sokka's leg as it broke from their fall. It's usually his confession that they aren't going to make it that makes her wake up in a cold sweat. She's anxious all the time now, unable to find peaceful sleep.

The cure is apparently to try and hold all of her friends hands for all hours of the days and hope that they're cool with it. 

what’s in a name by ciaconnaa @ciaconnaa | Toph&Sokka

summary: At her request, Sokka teaches Toph to write her name.

He learns a thing or two about the weight his own name holds in the process.

MEDIUM (5 - 20K)

the beginning of a new and brighter birth by aloneintherain @captainkirkk | Zuko&Gaang

summary: “I’m so proud of you, my nephew.” Uncle cups Zuko’s face in his lined hand. The gesture is so tender, his palm so warm, that Zuko has to take a fortifying breath against the sudden swell of emotion in his chest.

“I want to be a good leader, Uncle,” Zuko says. “I want to look after my people.”

“You will,” Uncle says. “You are, nephew.”

In a new era of peace, Zuko works to be a very different Fire Lord than his forefathers.

the scope of blindness series by littlelionlady @thelittlelionlady | Toph&Gaang

summary: There are just some things that Toph's feet can't see.

Her hands can though.

Or, Toph learns what her friends look like by tracing their faces. 

notes: geniunely how goddamn beautiful is this. like. i cried. this is so soft and so cute and it made me feel SO MANY things

All The Gentle Creatures by Haircrescendo @sword-and-stars | Iroh&Zuko

It’s said that you can tell a lot about a person by how they treat animals. Zuko may be loud and stubborn and sharp but all the woodland creatures love him. 

LONG (20K+)

The Family You Choose by TunaFishChris | Zuko&Gaang

summary: Some people are born with soulmarks. Zuko has them, but his grandfather burned them off because they "make you weak."

Team Avatar has a few things to say about that. 

such selfish prayers by andromeda3116 @andromeda3116 | Katara&The Fire Nation, Katara/Zuko

Katara's ambition, so long set aside for the good of others, breaks free and sets fire to her soul. Or, Katara has a vision of her canon future, casts it aside, and becomes a world-changing politician instead. 

and love will be your teacher SERIES by Ford_Ye_Fiji @ford-ye-fiji | Iroh&Zuko

summary: "And you will know the pain of losing a firstborn son." Ozai loses Zuko. Iroh gains a son. And the future changes.

notes: excellent excellent excellent excellent makes me very happy indeed

romance centric fic

SHORT (0 - 5K)

on commitment by jdphoenix | Zuko/Katara

summary: “Just explain it to me again.”

“There is no way you can pass as my brother and we are way too conspicuous as two unrelated people, from different nations, traveling together. So we’re pretending to be married.”

we hold our hearts in silence by psychedelic_aya | Zuko/Katara

summary: Seventy years later, Korra tries to figure out Zuko and Katara. 

oracle bones by orphaned account | Zuko/Katara

summary: The foreign, pictorial characters that bracelet Zuko's left wrist have never been covered in any of his lessons. He cannot read them. And then he turns thirteen, and his father burns his wrist along with his face.

MEDIUM (5 - 20K)

late nights/early mornings SERIES by shmulia @shmuliawrites | Zuko/Katara

summary: Whoever set off the fire alarm at 2 in the morning is on Katara’s shit list. Even if he is hot and shirtless. 

the thing about dancing by anodymalion | Sokka/Zuko

summary: The first time a attendant spills Zuko’s tea and doesn’t immediately fall to her knees, begging the Fire Lord’s forgiveness, it is not anger but a resounding warmth that fills his chest.

LONG (20K+)

Fate Deferred by catie_writes_things @catie-does-things | Zuko/Katara | WIP

summary: Aang remains in the iceberg ten years longer. He awakens to a very different world. 

The Sparrowkeet SERIES by audreyii_fic | Zuko/Katara

summary: Ba Sing Se has fallen and Katara has been captured by the Fire Nation; a more adult take on the potential progression of S3. AU series of interconnected one-shots. 

notes: i would die for this series, particularly the last instalment. i enjoyed every single fic and it was just such a GOOD STORY.

T H E  U M B R E L L A  A C A D E M Y 

gen centric fic

SHORT (0 - 5K)

you from yesterday by questors (sieges) @softpunks | Five&Siblings

summary:  The difference between who his siblings once were versus who they are now. 

Ghost Math by pinstripedJackalope | Five&Klaus

summary: Number Five needs a new hobby now that the apocalypse is off. He decides to help Klaus--and in turn maybe he'll help himself. 

Then There Was Two by AnneKatherine | Five&Vanya

summary: Reginald Hargeeves finally decides to allow Grace to name the Academy. Unfortunately, he's only willing to let her name the Academy, which Seven is unfortunately not a part of.

[or how Five gave away his name]

(he definitely didn't want one anyway) 

i tiresias (have foresuffered all) by ThatWeirdGuyInTheBushes | Five&Siblings, Five/Delores

summary: Five misses sharing his birthday, but Five has missed a lot of things.alternatively; number five, coffee, and the art of taking back. 

MEDIUM (5 - 20K)

The Five Vetting Process by jaz_hop | Five&Siblings

summary: In which Five is incredibly invested in the love lives of his siblings, because they're obviously too stupid to choose anyone worthy enough to be their partner. Otherwise known as Five being stupidly over-protective, and incredibly invasive in the hopes of keeping his siblings safe and happy... even if he is being a stalker and a dick about it. 

LONG (20K+)

You and I Together Forever SERIES by Ace_of_Spades_400 @ace-of-spades-400 | Vanya&Siblings

summary: What if it hadn't only been Five, what if it hadn't been Five at all?

A series of stories about what would have happened if Vanya had chosen a different sibling.

Sometimes the choice isn't hers.

Timeliness 1-2.1 SERIES by dgalerab | Hargreeves Siblings

summary: As the world ends, Five takes his siblings back into their child bodies on the day he originally left. With the knowledge of how the world ends fresh in their minds, the Hargreeves siblings do what they can to leave clues for their past selves on how to grow up a little less fucked up before returning to the present.

A present where they all have different lives they can't remember, there's a fun new apocalypse on the way, and Reginald Hargreeves remembers the day where all his children suddenly and inexplicably lost their minds and all respect for him at once a little too well.

Rare Birds SERIES by Cryptix23 | Hargreeves Siblings

summary: An alternate 2019 brings with it new problems and new dangers.

The two sets of Hargreeves children mix like water on a greasefire. It's hard to tell which group is unhappier about the situation -- the Sparrows, trying to navigate the minefield of their new siblings' many traumas, or the Umbrellas, trying to carve their place back into a world that forgot them.

Plus the whole saving-the-world thing hanging over them all.

Whether they like it or not, they're going to have to learn to work together. 

Partners, Parents, or None of the Above by DarkFairytale | Diego&Klaus

summary:  Kenny's mom assuming that Diego and Klaus were A) a couple and B) Number Five’s parents was both bemusing and amusing at the time. But that was because it was the only time it had ever happened. Now though? Now they just can't understand why these misunderstandings keep happening. 

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