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[iridescentis]

The fic is finally here! This idea came to me in a fever dream I do not know how I got here but I loved writing it, so here it is!

#i could not think of any way to describe this #it wouldn't be hard to but my brain is fried #also this is an hour later than i meant to post it #because i accidentally closed the window of the fic and had to put everything into a new work again #i needed a moment to recover from that #i do not enjoy ao3 tagging it is very good but i am very lazy #oh and yeah i don't know if i have mentioned this before but it's supposed to be a ramtteo fic #the shipping is very mild because i got carried away BUT THERE WILL BE MORE #there are plans in motion never fear #soy luna #ramtteo

[aimixx]

Alhaitham x GN! Reader Synopsis: It is your birthday, and Alhaitham decided to give you 4 gifts to convey his feelings for you.

For @baeshijima's birthday HAPPY BIRTHDAY BFF ILY HOPE YOU ENJOY THE FIC

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"Did you see the Acting Grand Sage around?"

"No, he took a day off."

The greatest shock in the Akademiya, Alhaitham took a day off. He would always be in his office or the library, a day off is very rare.

Today is a special day for Alhaitham, it is your birthday.

From all the dates you two had together, he knows everything you like and what will make you happy. He prepared small gifts throughout the day, gifts that show how much he appreciates your existence in his life.

Morning: Acts of service

8 AM

Alhaitham woke up quietly so as to not wake you up. Although he doesn’t want to leave the bed at all. The sight of you sleeping peacefully in his arms, your peaceful sleeping face looking absolutely lovely as the soft rays of the sun caressed your skin. Every time he tried to move his arms you would move closer to him and breathe a soft sigh as you got closer to him, all of your sleepy actions are making him want to continue sleeping in your warmth.

But he has to get up, for your first gift.

After successfully getting out of bed without waking you up, he slowly made his way to the kitchen to prepare your morning gift. A nice breakfast in bed. With the help of books and some people he knows who are good at cooking, he made you a nice and healthy breakfast. Scrambled eggs with hash brown and cherry tomatoes with orange juice and a dessert of pancakes. 

“So, did you think about your books today?”

In an attempt to get Alhaitham out of the work mood, you decided to take him on a nice adventure in the magical forests of Varanara. With its unique trees, calm atmosphere where you won’t get ambushed by any wild fungi, the soft melodies of the Aranara that can be heard all over the forest. You knew that this place would make Alhaitham’s mind drift away from work, the books he read and anything related to the Akademiya.

From the start of the day, you and Alhaitham took a nice and safe walk to the mystical forest. The moment you entered, the two of you felt a sense of security and happiness dwell in you. Many people had similar experiences in the forest, you heard so many stories about this forest that made you really want to visit it and take Alhaitham with you.

As you two explored the forest, you told him about all the stories of the adventurers who explored this place. One adventurer was being chased by a group of hilichurls and he ran to Varanara, the moment he stepped in the forest the hilichurls stopped chasing him, as if something stopped them, and they ran back to their camp. Another adventurer got lost in the forest and was very hungry then heard some noise behind him. He looked and found a plate of freshly cooked Masala Cheese Balls, he said that this dish has saved his life and he believes that it's a gift from the Aranara.

Right now, you two are relaxing near the Tree of Dreams. Laying down on the soft grass around the tree, you two start to recall the adventure you had and the main reason why you two got out to Varanara in the first place.

“I didn’t. It’s nice to relax like this.” Alhaitham said, he enjoyed himself a lot on this trip, he tried many things he didn’t do before and he is so happy he did those things with you. It was a new experience that not only taught him about the nature and mysteries of the Aranara, but he also tried new experiences with you.

“Alhaitham,” You said, sitting up from the ground and looking at him, “It’s okay to relax and have a day where you explore a new place just for fun or have a lazy day at home.”

The sweet memory replayed in Alhaitham’s mind as he finished preparing your birthday breakfast. After putting everything nicely on the tray, he took the breakfast to the bedroom and was greeted by the sight of you just waking up.

“Happy birthday, love.” Alhaitham said, you slowly sat up and rubbed your eyes as he walked up to you. “For the first gift, I made you a nice breakfast for the day.”

“Alhaitham, thank you so much.” You said, taking the tray from him and admiring the breakfast he prepared for you. He sat down next to you, giving you a soft kiss on the forehead before you started eating your breakfast.

The day just started and you are loving it.

Noon: Words of affirmation

For your second gift of the day, you found yourself back in Varanara. But this time it is Alhaitham leading you into the forest.

You asked him many times where are you going but he kept avoiding your question, so you just gave up and followed wherever he took you. Which ended up being Varanara. He ended up taking you to a place where a lone house stands surrounded by water.

The sun was setting, the soft breeze made the giant leaves that acted like trees dance softly to the melody that was playing around the area. 

That was a new melody that you had never heard before. Before you questioned your lover, he turned around and held out his hand.

“I asked for some help from the traveler since they can see the Aranara and they were kind enough to prepare a special melody. Would you care for this dance?” He asked, putting a hand behind his back and holding out his hand like a male lead from those Isekai novels of Inazuma. 

“You know how to dance?”

“I do.”

You took his hand and he held you close, a hand on your hip as the other held your hand, the two of you then started dancing to the melody of the Aranara.

As the two of you danced, another memory played in Alhaitham’s mind as he gazed softly into your eyes.

He was finally alone in the house, for an entire day, and there’s no Kaveh that will wake him up in the middle of the night since he’s staying over at Gandhara Ville.

Finally, some peace and quiet. At least that’s what he thought. 

You decided to visit him today.

“I met Kaveh on the way and he told me that you’re all alone tonight so I’m staying over” You said, walking into his home and sitting on the couch. “C’mon, lay down a bit and relax. Let’s enjoy that time together.”

Alhaitham walked over to you and laid down like you said, his head resting on your lap. You proceeded to softly comb his hair with your fingers. He slowly felt himself relaxing into your soft touch. “So what do you want to do?” You asked. Alhaitham, who had his eyes closed, opened them and looked up at you.

“Can we stay like this for a while?” He asked, you noticed the exhaustion in his eyes, “I’m tired from all the work of the week and also brushing my hair is relaxing.” He finished his sentence and looked away from your eyes, a blush starting to appear on his cheeks. 

“I didn’t know the Acting Grand Sage could be like this.” You giggled and poked his flushed cheek, making him blush even more.

“I would never do this to anyone at all.” Alhaitham started, his eyes going back to look into yours. “I know how people will not hesitate to use anyone to their advantage, I know that these days no one has good intentions in wanting to be your friend. You are different from all of them.”

“How am I different?”

“You will know later.” Alhaitham said and closed his eyes and you two enjoyed the peaceful moment together.

“Remember what I told you a few days ago?” He said, twirling you around as the music played.

“About how I’m different?” You asked, he smiled as he pulled you back in his arms, his hands on your hips as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I waited for today to tell you the answer.” Alhaitham started, “You are different (y/n), you are honest with me, you approached me with no ill intentions or wanting to use me. You love me for who I am, and I love you for who you are. I love everything about you, even the little things. I love you so much and I will say it again and again until the end of time.”

As you heard those words, you felt yourself tear up. No words came out of your mouth to reply to his confession, so you just leaned in and kissed him. 

A passionate kiss shared between the beautiful couple in the majestic forest of Varanara, surrounded by the Aranara who you two can’t see, but they are all singing for you.

Afternoon: Receiving Gifts

For the third gift of the day, it is something that Alhaitham personally made. Something you really wished for at the beginning of your friendship.

It was back in the time when you two were Akademiya students.

As always, Alhaitham is in the library, but this time he is not reading a book and actually is hiding from a group of students who won’t stop asking him questions. He hid in a secluded corner that he knows that no one will find him here.

When he went to that corner, he expected it to be empty but he found a student sleeping. A young student with books all over the table, it looked like they were studying and sleep took over them.

Alhaitham walked over to the student, looking over at their notes and the student got up. The young boy backed up a bit as the student sat up and looked at him.

“Thanks for waking me up.” They said, giving him a soft smile. “I’m (y/n).” 

“Alhaitham.” He replied, “why are you here?”

“I want to study in peace without people giving me Valentine’s day gifts.” They started, “I don’t mind it but sometimes it gets excessive and emotionally exhausts me. So I went here and did all of this to show that I’m studying.”

“How do you know I’m not one of the people who want to give you a gift too?” He asked, the student smiled and pointed at his hands.

“First of all, you’re not holding anything. Secondly, if you were one of them then you would’ve been kicked out of the library for making too much noise.” 

His interest piqued, making him pull a chair and sit down. “Mind if I join you? I’m also hiding from some students who won’t stop pestering me.”

“I don’t mind.”

“Hey,” You started after a few minutes of silence, “What is something you really want?”

Alhaitham thought for a while, he wanted many things. Graduation, the Akademiya to change its rules, a peaceful life. He wanted so many things, but he couldn’t say them all.

“I want to live in peace.” He replied. The young boy wants to have peace in everything, in life, in society. He wanted peace so that everyone can have the luxury of being safe.

“I want to have a flower crown made by my future lover.” You replied, Alhaitham stared at you and raised an eyebrow. “That’s it?”

“Yes. It’s nice. It feels like this person really loves you and won’t hesitate to get wild flowers from the forests of Sumeru and make a flower crown specifically for you.” 

Many years have passed, and he still remembers your wish. 

After your dance, he took you to Port Ormos to dine in a restaurant by the clear waters and try something new together. This was your first trip to Port Ormos together and he also booked a room in an Inn for you two to spend the night at the beautiful port of Sumeru.

After your meal together, you two took a walk around the port and sat down on a bench facing the sea. Alhaitham, knowing it is the perfect opportunity, pulled out a box from his bag and gave it to you.

“Here,” He said, putting the box in your hands. “ Your third gift of the day.”

“How many gifts did you prepare?” You asked, taking the box and looking at him.

“Four, now open the box.”

You nodded, removing the ribbon from the box and opening it. 

In the box, laid a flower crown made of red and pink tulips. Your eyes widened as you pulled it out of the box and stared at it in awe. You then looked at Alhaitham, who was giving you a soft smile as you admired the beautiful flower crown.

“Did you make this?”

“Yes. You always wanted a flower crown made by your future lover, so I made your wish come true.” 

After those words, he took the crown from your hands and placed it carefully on your head.

“Happy birthday dear, I love you so much.”

Evening: Quality Time

The sun is out, the moon is illuminating the sky with the stars decorating the night sky. You can still hear the hustle and bustle of the city but it is calmer than the morning. You and Alhaitham retired to your room in the Inn, sitting down in the chairs outside in the balcony of the room and admiring the view of the port.

“Honey, remember when we were talking about going to the beach together?” 

“That was a month ago.”

“Yeah, and you remembered. You remember everything I ever asked for throughout the time we knew each other, even before we started our relationship. How long did you like me?” You asked, Alhaitham turned his head to look at you and smiled.

“If I say after meeting you again I would be lying. I started liking you way back when we were students.”

It all started when I always met you every time I wanted to be alone. You were always there, as if you knew I didn’t want to be alone.

I thought you just wanted to use me like everyone else, I thought that you would leave me if I became your friend.

You still stayed, even when I ignored you, even when I turned down your friendship offer. You stayed.

You stayed and your presence was comforting, you knew what makes me annoyed and uncomfortable without me telling you about them. You understood me and stayed by my side.

You became my first friend in the Akademiya, I wanted to be a lot closer to you but I was scared. Scared that you will also leave if I ever admit that I love you.

After graduation, we all went our separate ways and I never saw you again for a long time. But then you appeared again.

Appeared again when I saved Lesser Lord Kusanali and wanted you by my side, cheering me on and telling me ‘you did it. You did it, Alhaitham. I am so proud of you’

And you did, you came and told me the exact same words I wanted to hear. 

“My love for you grew even more then, you are the most precious person in my life and I’m afraid to lose you.” 

After his words, you pulled him into a hug, making sure that his head was resting on your chest.

“Alhaitham, I am here for you, I won’t leave. I can’t leave, I love you so much that imagining a world without you is simply impossible.”

“We will be together until the end, I won’t leave you alone. I will give you a hug whenever you need one, I will hold your hand all the time, I will always be there for you. Thank you for this amazing day and the gifts too. I love you so much.”

Today, your birthday, was an unforgettable one. 

Because you spent it with the person you love the most.

#—traveler novels #genshin impact #alhaitham x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #alhaitham x gn reader #yaepublishinghouse #astronetwrk #twilight theater

[angelltheninth]

Heterochromatic Jealousy

Pairing: Silco x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, jealousy, confessions, office sex, desk sex, fingering, clit sucking, gentle sex, rough sex, praise, oblivious Reader, protective Silco, flustered Silco

Word count: 3k

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A/N: Thanks so much to @dilfcoworshipper for commissioning this. It was so much fun to work on, I love Silco so much and it was interesting to write him being the flustered one.

Silco, in all the years that you knew him, was not a jealous man, not a man who would let his emotions get the better of him, no, he was always someone who could just glace at someone and tell them and let his eyes do all the talking, no raised voice necessary.

You could feel his eyes on you many times since you started working for him. His look would always be gentle, soft, caring, just like his smile. He always made you feel comfortable, the complete opposite of what you heard from other people. So why was he looking at you so intently now?

It's not that you're doing anything much different than usual. Your job is to talk to the patrons of the Last Drop, to get them drinks, make the atmosphere comfortable.

"So what do you say sweetheart? Are you up for a little party later? Maybe some drinks off work? Me and my friends could treat ya real good." The burly man winked at you, his eyes a little hazy from the drinks and drugs but he seemed to be holding himself better then his buddies.

"Oh well thank you. That's a very kind offer." You smile his way and see him puff out his chest, hear his friends snicker, "But I'm afraid I can't. My shift isn't over for a few more hours and I need to stay and clean up afterwards. But I'm glad you enjoy my company!" The man's smile deflated, his mouth now forming a deep frown.

"We can help. Get you to... finish faster." A lankier man next to him chimed in, his arm slinged over his friends shoulder, his smile slightly crocked, his lazy eyes traveling up and down your body.

You were about to decline for a second time when you saw all the color drain from their faces. You felt a familiar hand on your shoulder. Glancing to your side you saw Silco staring at the group, "She told you no. The lady has business with me after work. Don't ask her again. Am I clear?" All they could do was gulp and nod quickly, turning to their food again and eating as it fast as possible.

The rest of the shift went by pretty quietly. You only got occasional compliments from a few tables but none were as chatty with you after Silco's interruption from earlier.

"Gods today felt longer than usual." You stretch your arms high above your head as you close the door to Silco's office. For some reason he was intent on speaking to you tonight. "Would you mind if I sat down? I feel a little worn out."

Silco was still behind his desk, his eyes lingering on yours, "Of course go ahead. Make yourself comfortable." You give a firm nod and do just that. You've been to his office many times, sometimes while Jinx was here as well, but it never felt so... tense before.

"Did I do something-"

"Why do you entertain them?" Silco leaned back onto his chair, his fingers slowly tapping the wooden table. "They only wish to use you."

Whatever he was talking about seemed to go over your head for the moment, "I'm afraid I'm not following sir."

"Silco. You know you can call me by my name when you're off work." His voice was almost eerily calm, "And I'm referring to the group that was flirting with you today. Not just them either, I've noticed this several times before. I've you're going to flirt at least find people that aren't looking to pump and dump you. You deserve so much better than that."

Your cheeks heat up at the words 'pump and dump'. You may not be the most experienced but you know well enough what that means.

"I'm sorry. I didn't realize that's what they meant. I just thought... I mean so many of the people that come here are so friendly, I just assumed they were the same." Looking back the look in their eyes was a little off. "I'll be more careful in the future. Thank you for telling me Silco, you're always looking out for others huh?" You smile warmly at him.

To your surprise he turns his face away, his lips pressed into a thin line before he speaks up, "I suppose. It's just that you're... you feel special, I have this need to be around you, to keep you safe, make sure you're alright and happy." He swallows hard before his eyes lock onto yours, "You mean a lot to me."

"Thank you! You mean a lot to me too. I'm really happy to have you in my life. You're one of the best people I've met, despite what others may say about you, I feel like I know this hidden side of you and, yes, it makes me feel happy. And safe." You were expecting Silco to return your smile, instead you got a sour frown.

The man sighed in his chair and stood up. He took careful steps towards you and only stopped when he loomed over you. From this angle you could see why others would be afraid of him, yet he still looked at you with those soft, yet slightly more determined that usual eyes.

"You don't seem to understand what I mean. And I've been hinting at it for a while. Quite frankly I thought I was being fairly obvious, Jinx certainly seemed to think so judging by her... colorful comments. But it seems like I'm going to have to spell it out for you, my dear." Oh, he never used that term before. For some reason it sent happy tingles down your spine. He leaned in closer, his hand gripping the beck of the couch next to your head, "I like you. I..." Up close you could make out the faint blush that dusted his face, "I'd like to date you. Kiss you." His eyes drifted to your lips, then past your neck, down to your breasts and past your stomach, "And more. If you would let me."

Seconds pass by like hours as you register his words. Suddenly all those compliments, those looks, those soft touches, those protective tendencies take on a whole different meaning. Your face turns completely red.

"I... how long have you... I mean... I guess I just never thought that you would actually..." You're feeling tongue tied in front of him for the first time since that day that you walked into his office. You were so nervous around him then. Over time the feeling melted away and was forgotten. And now it's back with a crushing force.

"For a few months. Well a few months since I've acknowledged that my feelings and desired go beyond the physical kind." Silco takes a deep breath and inches closer, his lips slowly closing in on yours, "If you don't want me, just tell me. I'll stop. If you... want to leave because you're feeling embarrassed, you can. But otherwise... I would very much like to have you right now, my dear."

Your body was heating up rapidly from his words and his gaze, you could only imagine what his touch will do to you. Well you don't really have to imagine. Not now, when he is inches away from you. So you close your eyes and lean in, your lips pressing firmly against Silco's own.

Silco's hand reaches up to gently cup your cheek and angle your head better, his tongue silently asking for entrance which you grant, along with a soft sigh.

"Thank you sweetheart. I'm very happy you feel the same." He pulls away, his thumb pressing over your lower lip and tilting your head backwards so his lips can travel along your neck. You arch into his touch, and tug on his tie, wanting him even closer.

"I'm sorry I haven't realized before. We could have been... hmmn... doing this earlier. Fuck! There! Bite me there again!" You feel him smile against your neck as he sinks his teeth over the spot just below your jaw. "Sorry."

His chuckle is only somewhat muffled, "Quite alright. I'll be sure to make up for all the time we've lost."

You expect him to lean closer, to push you onto the couch and have his way with you. Instead he gently wraps his hand around yours and walks you to his desk. With a small smirk he nods towards it. You look at the table then back at Silco, who's already removed his tie and is unbuckling his belt. "Oh." If at all possible your cheeks get even hotter than they already were. But the rush of heat you feel between your legs is more powerful than your nerves. "You like to do it on the desk?"

"Not often. I would like to eat you out on it. I feel like I could get a good eyeful of you that way don't you think." Silco licks his lips and cups the bulge in his boxers, giving his cock a firm tug, "And then I'll give you this too. But I want you taste you first."

Silco's hand traces over your thigh as you take a seat on the desk. The closer he gets to your center the more you part your thighs to accommodate him. "Yes." You hiss out when the pad of his index finger presses against your clothed clit, rubbing it in tight, little circles over your panties. "I'd love that. Please."

"Oh there's no need to beg sweetheart. I'll give you exactly what you want don't you worry." He pushes your panties to the side and circles your entrance, teasing just long enough to have you buck your hips against his hand. The moment you do so his finger sinks into your heat. All the way in. He keeps it there, as if memorizing the feeling of you around his finger. "I can't wait to have you wrapped around my dick."

He drops on his knees while haphazardly tossing his tie and vest behind him. You like him going slow but you really don't want to ruin your panties any further. Silco frowns as you push his hand away. His expression quickly turns back into a smile as you take your panties off. He grabs them before you can throw them away and pockets them for later, watching in delight as you bite your lower lip in embarrassment.

"Go ahead." Your hands go the back of his neck and bring him close to your already wet pussy.

"A pretty little thing aren't you?" His finger is back inside you before you can reply, followed closely by his mouth closing around your clit. Oh gods. The way he sucked and fingered you at the same time, his tongue alternating between circling the bud of nerves and rapidly swishing from side to side.

"Your finger. Curl it up. Pl- ah!" He already told you that you don't need to beg and he meant it. His finger was slow, moving in and out, and for some reason he started groaning against your clit, which only made it feel better.

"Fuck." He growled as he laid his tongue flat around your clit, "You taste better than I imagined. I think I'll have to make this a daily thing sweetheart." He growled again. This time you saw him move, saw him buck his hips, followed with a slightly slick sound. He was rubbing his cock. He was jerking off while fingering and eating out your cunt.

You needed him. You wanted him. How did you not notice how much you wanted him before?

He pulled his lips away, his lower chin slick with your juices as he smiled a little goofily up at you. "Are you ready for my cock? I'm sorry if I seem a little impatient, but I've been painfully hard since our kiss. Not to mention all the times I've jerked off to you before, imagining it was your pussy fluttering around me instead."

Fuck.

Your legs wrap around his lower back, pulling him forward so quickly that Silco almost fell over and crashed on top of you. His face is once again an embarrassing, and adorable, shade of pink.

"A little eager hm?" Silco smiles as he kisses your cheek, the further down, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. His tongue swipes along your bottom lip asking for entrance. At the same time you feel the tip of his cock push inside you. It makes you gasp, providing Silco the opportunity to swirl his tongue around yours, hot moans escaping both of you.

Upon managing to get his cock fully inside of you he pulled his lips away, opting to kiss your neck instead, almost like he was gonna starve if he lets himself go without kissing you for too long.

He had yet to move his hips but his lips were all over you. Your neck, your jaw, your collarbones, and your breasts once he pushed your shirt and bra up, seemingly not having the patience to take them off fully.

Silco seemed intent on giving fucking you slow, savoring every sigh, every ripple of your walls around his cock, the feeling of warmth that came from having his cock fully enveloped in your pussy, having it open up and clench around him. His hips moving back and forth slowly, only occasionally snapping a little harder, giving you but a taste of what he can do for you. What he will do for you. You only need to say the word.

You groan close to his ear, bucking your hips into his, wanting to take in more of him, take him in deeper, faster, harder. More. Just more of him.

"What's the matter sweetheart? You seem a little... needy." He says that with such a smug expression and an even smugger tone of voice.

"Are you... fucking hell..." You bite your lip as slides his cock deep, his hips flush against yours, keeping you pinned against the table, "You're doing this on purpose aren't you?"

"Doing what?" He pulls out agonizingly slow and then back in. In and out, each time staying inside a little longer, "I'm trying to have my fill of you my darling. Is that wrong of me?"

"No." You let out a half groan, half sigh as he thrusts in slightly harder, "I do like this side of you." Your lips find his neck, leaving your own marks on his, "But right now I really want you to rail me." You whisper into his ear, your voice low and sultry, dripping with need.

His hips snap forward at your request. "Do you? Hmm... perhaps I will. As punishment." You moan loudly against his neck as he starts to pick up the pace, "Maybe this way you won't let random costumers flirt with you tomorrow. If you even go to work tomorrow. Maybe you'll want to spend a few days locked away in my bedroom huh? Just you and me? Making up for all that lost time."

"Hmm..." Your head swims with the possibilities of what the two of you could get up to during those few days. The fantasies blur your vision, "Fuck, the things I'd do with you."

"That's my line. I promise I'll make you feel wonderful sweetheart. Because you... right now your cunt is like heaven around my cock." The wet, slick sounds of his cock thrusting in and out make your legs cramp up around him, your head falls back and your mind shatters with the pleasurable intensity of your orgasm crashing over you. "Good. That's so fucking good my darling. Keep clenching around my cock just like that. Let me take everything you have, every ounce of pleasure, every sigh, every moan."

Your back arches against him before you go completely slack on the desk. Silco's lips are back on your neck as he chases his own high. By the way his cock pulses you're expecting him to finish inside of you at second now. Except that he pulls out. Slowly but sill causing you to whimper from the slight sting. He takes his hard cock in his hand, his eyes locked on yours as he shoots his cum all over your stomach and tits.

"Why..." You take a deep breath to steady yourself, "Why did you pull out?"

He huffs, "Well darling, while I'm sure it would feel wonderful to finish inside you, I'm already a father, and she is more then a handful at the moment."

"At the moment?" You tease.

"At the moment." Silco smiles and gives you a peck on the cheek, then one on the lips. His eyes travel down your body, taking in his handiwork, "As lovely as you look covered in my cum like that, we should get cleaned up don't you think? I can have towels brought here for us. And some food and drinks as well."

"I could go for something to drink actually." Silco nods and gets himself to look presentable again. He tells you to wait, he'll only be gone for a few minutes. You lean back on the table, your arm thrown over your head. Well you just fucked your boss as well as your friend. And you loved every second of it.

You hear the door open and close, the key turning in the lock. Silco sets a trey of food and water on the table. Wine is nice but you don't need to get any more alcohol for the night.

"Hold still darling." Silco gently wipes you down, all the more careful when he reaches your inner thighs. "You alright?"

"Fine. Just a little tired." You stand up on shaky legs, Silco's arms wrapping around your back and pulling you back towards the couch where he sits you down next to him.

"Maybe you can convince your boss to give you a day off?" There's that twinkle in his eyes again. Except this time you know exactly what it means. You look back down towards his crotch, a very subtle outline of his cock visible.

"Maybe in the morning." You snuggle up to his chest, sighing as Silco puts his arms around your shoulders and kisses your forehead. Now you really wish you've noticed his feelings sooner, because damn, he is as good at cuddling as he is at fucking.

#arcane #arcane x reader #silco #silco x reader #arcane fanfic #arcane smut #silco smut #arcane imagines #silco imagine #league of leguends #league of legends smut #league of legends fanfiction #league of legends imagine

[totaldramafan-lauri]

Make Use Of Me (chapter 1, preview)

Dec. 7 EDIT: ONCE MORE, WITH BRAVERY THIS TIME. No more chickening out. You can read this thing FOR REAL now. Sorry for being weird, and now....sorry if this wasn't worth it. XD

O-OK...here goes....

First thing's first: I am not expecting a lotta people to read this. I'm not asking people to read this. At this point, I'm making this mostly as a passion project, and if anyone enjoys it, it'll be a really cool bonus. My writing style isn't gonna be for everyone, and the characters I write aren't the most....popular characters in the CRK X Reader community, and I imagine this isn't really something a lotta fans'll be demanding more of.

This is LONG. This one chapter is 56 pages long. I am a VERY wordy writer,

So......why'm I posting this preview? Well....partially as an interest gauge for people who WOULD wanna read it, but...mostly as a motivator. As something to remind myself of whenever I get lazy. After all....I can't quit after I made the first chapter public, right? By doing that, I put myself out there...And, hey, I even tagged it, so, if by the off chance, someone did read it, I'm basically promising them more eventually.....

But, again, I'm not forcing anyone to read this.

Not only is it long, but.....This first chapter is probably my least-favorite thing I've ever written. By posting this chapter by itself, I'm testing to see if it does its job of making people wanna read the rest, cuz....right now, I'm not so sure how well it succeeds at that.....

This is the boring part of the story. It's a bunch of setup, and me jumping through hoop after hoop after hoop to just get everything started. I know setup is important and all, but....I'm already a very wordy writer, so....oof....There is some interesting stuff that happens, but it takes a while to get there.

I-I....kinda hate it, actually. The only reason I didn't scrap it is that I didn't realize I hated it until I was about halfway through it and the "good part" hadn't started yet. And I still spent a month writing the thing, so....I finished it.

I'm tagging this...as an experiment. If you wanna read this, go ahead. W-well, read my tags first, THEN go ahead. XD

All I can really say in this chapter's defense is that....I do try my best to salvage it. It's just setup, but I TRIED to make it interesting. And everything that seems like it didn't go anywhere, will later. This isn't the whole story, it's just the beginning of what's gonna be a BIG story. Anything that seems weird in this chapter, gets explored in the other chapters. This does set up a bunch of stuff that becomes important later (The friend character shows up later, the Colosseum becomes relevant later). This chapter is boring, but I tried not to make any of it pointless.

For the future: I'm aiming for five chapters. Chapters 2 and 3 will be a series of smaller vignettes that take place over the course of a few years, chapter 4 will be the climax, and chapter 5 will be something of an epilogue. After that, there will be two endings to choose from (which will make sense when we get there).

This probably won't be my favorite thing I've ever written, but it will be the most ambitious thing I've ever, and probably will ever, write. I haven't written something like this before, and it's all to flesh out this story and make it believable.

Right now, I.....I want to finish this. I'll probably still be writing this in February at the rate I'm going, but...at this point, I've put too much into it to give up on it. However, I'm STILL not completely ruling out the idea of my motivation dying before then. It COULD happen. So, what I'm planning to do is...setting a short-term goal of finishing chapter 3. After I do that, I'll post the first three chapters on AO3 together, and work on the rest. That way, even if I don't finish it, I'll at least have it over half done, and chapter 3 will end on a somewhat high note.

So, yyyyeah....Not a lotta people will read this preview. Overly wordy writing style + boring setup part of story + 56 pages long + assumed lack of interest for X Readers of this character (At least, I haven't SEEN many simps for her, m-maybe I'm wrong, I might be, I-I haven't checked any tags cuz I've been nervous, b-but it doesn't make my writing any better. In that case, this is my first time writing her so I'm trying super hard to do her justice >//////<)

I-if you wanna read this, and see if this first chapter does a good job of making you wanna read the better chapters, then...Go ahead.....

Some notes:

-This is still not the final draft. It's finalized enough for me to share, but I'm still not considering it finished. Even tho I'm working on chapter 3 right now, I STILL go back and edit this, even very recently. So, chances are, even if the story is finalized, small details and sentences are still subject to change. I know for a fact that there are still SOME placeholder bits in here that will change after I get some stuff cleared up. Recently, I even considered chopping off an entire section to make it shorter. I decided not to, but hey, it could still happen. I don't wanna waste anyone's time. The first chapter of a story, even if it's boring, is still very important, and I wanna make sure it's the best version of itself.

(A-and yes, this means that I've finished chapter 2 as well. The reason I'm not sharing it is that, unlike chapter 1, it was finished VERY recently, so I might still need to give myself time to edit it. From what I have, tho, I do like it a LOT more than chapter 1. There are some parts of chapter 2 that I'm legit proud of.)

-Even tho this first chapter is completely clean, I-I should mention that....this fic is for adults. The full version, at least. Chapters 3 and 4 are gonna contain some light N/S/F/W moments (the "fade to black" variety, so nothing explicit) and there'll be other slightly racey comments here and there. Just a heads-up. I'm gonna be uncomfy with minors reading this.

Th-that's all? I-I think that's all.......O-OK, so......h-here goes..... E-enjoy....

#fics by lauri #fanfic preview #WARNING: UNFINISHED #THIS IS JUST THE FIRST CHAPTER #......AND ITS STILL A LONG READ #cookie run x reader #crk x reader #golden cheese cookie x reader #gender neutral reader #also contains a gender neutral 'friend' character you can do what you want with #basically i got inspired by that part in her bio that mentions how... #....shes always looking to add more loyal subjects #and it made me imagine the story of an outsider who gradually integrates into the kingdom and earns her approval #so its an underdog story basically #and there a LOT that the reader gets put through #reader is shy and socially awkward but can also be a bit more sarcastic than the other reader characters ive written #im aiming for a BIT more comedy than usual since its my first crk fic that doesnt take place in the humorless dark cacao kingdom XD #but yeah reader is a ball of anxiety #they get panic attacks later on #pre canon #VERY VERY VERY pre canon #takes place DECADES before canon #before um....the lost city became lost #its not virtual #no errors no avatars #just a technologically advanced city #power imbalance and god complex stuff all over the place cuz fghdhgfhdhfgh im weak for that part of her #also contains some themes of verbal abuse (from nameless characters toward reader) #and like i said it has some adult moments later on #contains a lot of time skips

[thestalwartheart]

20 questions for fic writers

Thank you for the tag, @aniron48 ❤️ This was such a nice way to wrap up this year, and to remember what I'd written!

Tagging @cicerfics @dixkens @dassandre-00qpidsarrow @boffin1710 @samanthahirr and whoever else wants to play along!

Answers under the cut!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 82! I feel like I blacked out and blinked and woke up with a horrifying number of fics!

2. What’s your total A03 word count? 385,997 😨

3. What fandoms do you write for? James Bond mostly. Also Glass Onion/Knives Out. I don't write for The Witcher anymore, but I have in the past. On my laptop is a lot of unfinished Star Trek fic - mainly Kirk/Spock - and a crack at some Arthur/Eames (from Inception).

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

being with you (is the best of all)

date, interrupted

the places you leave in the dust

a rank above

by any other name

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I do try to, and I mostly succeed. I like to thank people for investing their time with my work, and I also like getting to know people in fandom. There's still 100+ comments I need to get back to, and some of them are very old. I will get to them though!!! I promise!

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Anything involving the MCD tag. There was also a short called garden that was very sad for other reasons.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Either being with you (is the best of all) or dispatches from the division.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not really, though I've had a few rude comments and bookmark notes. One person let me know across three chapters that they hated my characterisation of Bond so much they were tempted to rewrite the ending! But most people are lovely. The Bond fandom is small and most of us have our heads screwed on the right way.

9. Do you write smut? Frequently and without shame. There are 29 E-rated fics in my backlog for your reading pleasure.

10. Do you write crossovers? I have a Knives Out/James Bond crossover series where Bond and Blanc are detectives competing for Q's attention.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes and I am endlessly grateful for people who are more talented with languages than I am ❤️

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Just a team poem for 007 Fest, though I have worked with beta readers.

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship? Kirk/Spock forever.

15. What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I had a multiverse fic I posted a chapter of that I don't think I have the energy for anymore. I was so undecided about the ending that I lost interest in writing it.

16. What are your writing strengths? I think I'm good with characters and details. My writing has been called immersive by a few people, and I do really pride myself on building atmosphere. I think I can turn a good phrase occasionally too!

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I need to get better at proofreading for typos. I'm quite lazy with plotting and planning as well. I definitely need to work on that for an original novel I'm writing!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I only do it if it's necessary, and I'm so glad AO3 now has a hover feature for immediate translation. One of my pet peeves at uni was how often scholars used random French and Latin words or phrases when they didn't need to!!!

19. First fandom you wrote for? HP, probably. Or Glee. Those fics have been purged from the internet now 😂

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written? Either dispatches from the division or the WIP I'm in the process of posting now, called the age of change.

Shout out to everyone who has made it to the end! As a reward, please enjoy this picture of my cat flopped over in her cat tree ❤️

#my fic #ask meme

[achairwithapandaonit]

20 questions for writers

tagged by @aobawilliams ! (thank you!)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

44 (that's a lot!)

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 212,262

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I've written for quite a lot of fandoms but I think currently I'm only writing for One Piece and Black Butler. I used to write quite a bit for my hero academia, but the hyperfixation passed a long time ago. And I think no matter how much time passes I'll always be up for writing for detective conan/magic kaito.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Villain? Gamer? Why not both? (4803 kudos)

Shouta's Guide to House-training Two Idiots (2178 kudos)

Two Weeks (1191 kudos)

Accidental Kidnappings and Semi-purposeful Hostage Situations (1084 kudos)

The Wake-up Call (1082 kudos)

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

I used to, but I don't anymore. I can take things very personally and I'd posted a fic where someone didn't agree with my characterisation of one of the characters and told me this in the comments. I didn't take it well and argued with them, and now that kind of embarrasses me (though, tbh I'd be embarrassed myself if I commented on someone's fic without being asked for feedback in a way that was critical to their approach to a character. Sometimes fanfic just isn't for you and you should leave others alone and let them do their thing).

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

it's probably The Stranger (Mob Psycho 100 fic)

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

hmmm i mean, the thing is, my fics rarely end. so i don't really know...

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I got a proper hate comment once. it was really funny. they didn't mention anything critical of my writing and just told me it was shit and that i'm too old to write like that (i doubt they knew hold old i am?? i don't put my age online anymore). i assume i made them mad on tumblr so they decided to try and make my day bad?? but i just found it funny.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

No. Sometimes I think it would be fun to write smut just to try something new but then I realise I don't enjoy writing about sex and don't have any ideas unless they're funny crack treated seriously ones.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

@aobawilliams and I have a shared bnha/detective conan crossover we were planning to write maybe a couple years agonow. we never got round to it tho cause aha writing hard :')

i did have a dream where ciel phantomhive got yeeted into the one piece world tho and that was fun. only problem is i think it'd be VERY hard to write something like that. very funny tho. he would hate every second of his forced one piece holiday

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I think I've had a couple people pop up in dms to ask to translate my fics before. I've never seen the supposed translated fics tho (not that I'd be able to read them).

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

aoba and I have several co-owned wips that likely won't ever see the light of day cause writing is hard and we are very very tired.

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

I don't really have a favourite. I just have ones I think are funny or interesting to explore.

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

ughhh too many. idek.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I've been told my character dialogue is quite good?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Actually having to write ):

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

I don't really like it cause I have no idea what's being said and am too lazy to look up a translation, but to each their own.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I have this very old very embarrassing memory of writing tsubasa chronicle/tokyo babylon crossover fanfic for my english class homework as an 11 or 12 year old. i think they got ice cream.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

I'm not sure. Maybe The Ceiling of the World (black butler) just cause I've wanted to write black butler fanfic for years and never finished any other wip. Otherwise it'd probably be one of the bnha wips I never finished (there was this time travel one that made me go insane. now that I'm thinking about it I REALLY need to finish it) and uploaded or Permanent Membership Guaranteed (bnha)

not tagging anyone but if u want you can take this as a go ahead to do it.

#tag game

[damienthepious]

Can you reccomend your fave smutty rad bouquet fics? Either your own or other peoples. Looking for new reading material.

OKAY forgive me please for taking literally weeks to actually get to this. the entirety of my March was spent slowly and then very quickly moving to a new house, and it has been CHAOS over here.

MORE IMPORTANTLY! Happy Lizard Kissin' Tuesday, let me recommend some SMUT.

(tho honestly you'd do just as well checking my bookmarks on ao3 because... for some bizarre reason the smutty stuff is the ONLY thing i ever think to bookmark? I don't get it.)

HERE we go. These aren't really in an order but i'm starting with my three all-time faves and then moving to some sturdy solid mainstays:

Sir Arum and the Green Knight [ao3] (27k words) - I mean it's a green knight au AND a monster-human swap au AND it's full of fucking feelings and ALSO it's joyously smutty and ALSO- look!!! i keep this fic open in a tab on my phone at all times. I truly love the way this one is written. it was the first fic i EVER bookmarked. i would call it plot with porn rather than the alternative but the sexy chapter is VERY sexy.

Here's Eglantine, Here's Ivy [ao3] (5k) - PWP Of All Time for me. ALL TIME. Pure and beautiful kink, Arum playing dom and slowly and perfectly ruining his humans with magic vines. i am ruined also by this fic. good lord.

The Honey of Our Lit Up Veins [ao3] (5k) - also magic sex vines! don't perceive my vibes from this. I love Damien in this one honestly, he's so very sweet and his inner emotional path throughout the fic is so deeply enjoyable and relatable.

.💖.

A Shift in Leverage [ao3] (9k) - Rilla in armor. Rilla in armor getting fucked by an extremely enthusiastic Arum. Rilla in armor getting to fuck an extremely enthusiastic Arum. It's all incredibly enormously sexy and lovely and warm and i fucking adore it.

in my world (constantly, constantly) [ao3] (6k) - Very soft and sweet and gentle, i love to see damien get taken care of in ALL capacities 🥺🥰

easy like [ao3] (4k) - I associate this one with like... slow lazy summer warmth. honey gold. it's a soft happy place for me. and also it's fucking sexy.

Snapdragon [ao3] (8k) - includes the tag "T4T4L (trans 4 trans 4 lizard)" so like. yesssssss. Rilla breaking the other two is extremely my jam. Hell yeah.

should've worshipped her sooner [ao3] (4.5k) - I mean you start with a hozier inspired title and then the fic is about damien getting pegged, so. All good all around. fucking LOVE it.

selfish prayers [ao3] (4k) - ... another magic tentacle one. there was a THING going on for a while, it's honestly not my fault. This one is shockingly funny? Arum in particular is so fucking charming, but it's also VERY sexy.

I smelled no salt, I touched no sand [ao3] (3k) - okay this one is probably the most nonstandard pull on here because it's sir damien/saint damien and maybe that's not what you'd expect but . it's written by the same person who wrote the green knight au and it's honestly VERY compelling! i love it very much ngl.

Also this isn't a fic BUT honorable mention to:

lilf rights! [ao3] (art!) - Genuinely and truly the best and most joyous smutty bouquet art in the world. One of the pieces overtly inspired a chapter of hb3! go. enjoy. ENJOY.

...

and okay sure my own smut is here

#fic list #asks #aspiring tiny firework #lizard kissin' tuesday

[asleep-in-the-keep-sideblog]

Announcement: Anniversary

Just me talking about the future of the fic :)

First off, HAPPY ANNIVERSARY! Wow a whole year (plus extra) WITH (near) constant updates, that's crazy. More than I can say for my other fic... (it haunts me. I still plan to finish it but ouch). 

First things first!

I wanted to update sooner (since I've had this written for a month now) but I was also working on a one shot to post at the same time. I was making great progress but then finals came round and I got burned out. They're finished now but I'm still burned out. I'll give a brief hint about it though since I'm a little excited and just wanna talk about it. So its a Dadzawa fic that's actually happy and ends with them as a family (unlike how it was in the last chapter lol). It was supposed to cheer people up and also be practice for writing them as a family and stuff. The Danny is very different from the main fic tho. The fic was also supposed to serve as an anniversary present for all you guys too, to thank you for reading and being here. I really wanted to finish in time but it kept getting bigger as I wrote. I do hope to post it this month tho, so keep an eye out for that!

Next thing!

On AO3 it shows that the fic is now apart of a series and has a chapter count. I talked about this in the notes of a previous chapter, but I had been wanting to do that for a while now. I want to have the next part of the series out by next year. I know I have been updating monthly now, but I'm gonna try to do twice a month if I can. I'm really excited and It want it done soon! I might do 2 chapters this month or will just count the one shot if I get lazy.   

I also added the tags "full ghost Danny." Sorry to burst anyone's bubble that held on hope for Danny. Tbh the original plan was that his human half was still hiding inside him, just healing and small, but it was gonna show up in one of the chapters. The longer the fic went on, the more I started to rethink that. The human reveal, while good in the short run, would crumble some of the plot lines I had set up while also not contributing much to the rest of the plot. I am debating maybe doing a short series of "what if" where that is the case tho, just so people can get a taste. If I like it enough I might make it a full thing. Who knows. 

Final thing!

(this paragraph is referencing the support on AO3)

Guys! Guys! Guys! Guys! Guys! Guys! Guys! Guys! Guys! Guys! Guys! This fic has 2k kudos????????!!!!!!! HOLY CRAP! WTF?! 

That is so huge! Gahhhh! Man, I am always critical of my writing (I've gotten better) but wow to have that kind of support just in my face! Literally speechless. I always had the thought in the back of my mind that once the fic goes on for long enough people will start to see its flaws or get bored. That's true for some, but I keep seeing a lot of the same names again and again and I am grateful to you guys so much. That was also one of the reasons I wanted to do the one shot. I just want to keep giving you guys more content that you'll enjoy.

Thank you so much for being here, truly 💚

Good luck on finals if you got them! 

#asleep in the keep #asleep in the keep extra #dp fic

[sitp-recs]

Hey Liv.I would like to start doing recs and since you are my reference in this, could you please share tips?And beyond that do you find the stories by saving the tags?What blogs do you recommend following to find good storys?You also have an organization tip for tumblr? I will enjoy reading your opinion and I wish you a great weekend.

Ahh I’m so pleased to hear that, that’s exciting news!!!! Reccing is hard work but also really fun and rewarding, I’m sure you’ll be great at it! I’m not the most organized person in the world so idk if I’ll be very helpful, but after a few years of reccing I feel like I can share a few tips. Though my top advice is to have fun of course, and not be afraid to use your own voice - get creative, tag the author, babble at your heart’s content (you can keep it simple or find innovative ways to highlight your favorite things about a fic) and try not to compare yourself to others. Let your passion for the fic guide your reccing and I’m sure you’ll find joy and have a great time!

1. Find your own style: no one can rec a fic you love the way you will! Don’t be afraid to rec with your own voice and play around with different aesthetics to make it more personal, engaging and creative. Making banners is still one of my favourite parts of my own process.

2. Don’t set yourself impossible schedules or unachievable goals: reccing should be fun! I found myself quickly losing steam and inspo as I tried to follow a regular schedule. If you can or prefer doing that, great! But don’t turn it into a chore by telling yourself that you need to be productive at all times and put new content out there everyday. Follow your own pace and don’t be afraid to slow down/step back if it becomes too much.

3. Organization tips: I am terrible at keeping track of my recs so no authority whatsoever but I highly recommend creating a masterpost with all the links for easier access (both for you and your followers). I’m lazy and don’t go beyond bookmarking the fics I enjoy on ao3, but you can use tags to sort your bookmarks or create a separate spreadsheet archive compiling all your reads, if you have the time.

4. Follow and boost other creators: fandom is all about community and I truly believe that the more you give, the more you receive. I’m always happy to boost, reblog and collab with fellow reccers and creators, I’ve learned so much from them! Btw @lostdrarryfics compiled a huge list of Drarry reccers here and I highly recommend checking them out if you’re looking for new blogs. @lostdrarryfics and @drarryspecificrecs also provide a great archive of hidden and older gems, I love going through their posts every now and then and find myself new reads. Back when I had more fandom time I also used to binge read my fave authors and then go through their bookmarks, another great way to find new fics that might meet your tastes.

5. Have fun! The number one only rule 🙌

#asks #reccing tips #💜

[jakowskis]

Day 15 - Are there any ships you dislike?

alrighty so. there are only rlly four i ‘dislike’, and the first three… it’s more complicated than anything, it’s not entirely utter pure-n-simple disdain. it’s less about the ships themselves (in two of the cases, anyway) and more about how they seem to be perceived by the fandom + how much they dominate everything. other ships exist, guys! the other characters exist! anyway ill try not to be mean but i am gonna be petty, lol

so for starters, yeah, jack x ianto. i have a very specific view of it, that i do enjoy, but the fandom seems to be doing something else entirely and i've developed some resentment despite myself. especially bc it’s overrated as fuck. don’t get me wrong, it’s iconic, as far as being culturally significant gay rep, but if im honest idk how well they hold up in 2024? i thought their relationship in s1 and s2 of the show was lackluster at best. poorly written bread crumbs. and yeah i know it was big for 2006 but im just personally kind of offended that they could show them sucking face but not show the intricacies of why the hell ianto would fall for a guy who shot his girlfriend down?? like, their relationship is inherently dark and angsty to me and im interested in exploring that, bc the show certainly doesn’t (initially) bother to, and a lot of the fan content i see is either fluffy (??????????), or angsty in a Tragique way, or is just kind of… fetishy and whumpy? people slot them into a Specific Kind of Dynamic and it grosses me tf out. so the fandom culture rubs me wrong, and then it’s just… such a bummer to like owen and tosh and gwen in a fandom that only seems to prioritize this one ship. there are 22k fics in the torchwood ao3 tag, and 13k of them are janto. now, all that being said… they do intrigue me and endear me, just a bit. but it took the audios to make me give a fuck about them, which is sad. 

on that same note - i have the same relationship with tosh x owen, but i'm significantly less fond of it, cuz it just plain rubs me wrong. i like them in theory, so i spent months trying to figure out how to make them work and what other people are seeing that they think is so endearing and cute - i just can't find it. owen's treatment of tosh is just about the only thing i can't stand about him. he treats everyone poorly, but most of the rest of the cast defends themself (or even hit back, like ianto and gwen, and thats why i ship them with him! it’s spicy! i love balanced unhealthy dynamics in fiction hfdsjkf i can’t lie) - but tosh just lets him, creating an unhealthy power imbalance where she’s just getting hurt over and over again, and it makes me wanna fucking punch him cuz she does Not deserve that. i want him far away from her lmao. except under certain circumstances, cuz i have written fic about them, and i’ve read like three rlly good ones (and the main link between them is tosh stands up for herself and puts him in his place! i HATE how he walks all over her in canon ughhhhhhhhh). additionally, i do admittedly enjoy the angst of their canon arc. i just think fandom throwing them together and making it cutesy is lazy, uncreative, and an injustice to both characters. i think the SHOW throwing them together was an injustice to both characters, especially tosh’s. they're tragic and compelling, ill give them that, but theyre not sweet, and i don't think they'd be good for each other. 

(also worth noting on a show where everyone has tension w each other, imo barrowman & gareth and naoko & burn pull it off the least convincingly and have little to no chemistry. like every other duo just kind of sparks in some way or another, and neither of those duos do. which SUCKS bc they’re the canon ones. but it’s also heavily poor writing like they were doing the best w what they had. grr. like i still dont know what the fuck ianto likes about jack or what tosh likes about owen 😭 that’s ridiculous!)

the other ship i’m petty about is jack x john hart. i just think it’s far too popular for what it is. idek why that is, do we have a substantial amount of buffy fans in the fandom? don’t get me wrong, i liked john in the show + i liked their relationship as well, but i'll always be annoyed when a minor character gets more attention than the fascinating main ones. 

and lastly i hate john x ianto, because i respect ianto, lmao. i can’t lie, if he was my fav i’d probs ship it HJFKDSHFK i love putting my favs in awful situations. but as is it just grosses me out. get him outta there!! 

tldr: i don’t interact w the john hart side of the fandom, and if a fic is tagged 'jack/ianto tosh/owen gwen/rhys' i probably won’t read it 😷

#tdot #txt #i feel meannn fdshfjkd #idk how tumblr search works anymore i RLLY hope this doesnt go in any tags cuz im not interested in hurting ppl's feelings u kno #i dont wanna be smth negative in another person's fandom experience #lord knows i block owen haters HJKFSD cuz it bums me out to see so #but! yeah these r my thots n opinions

[elisedonut]

fic author interview

Thank you for the tag @mirrorofliterature I'm tagging whoever feels like doing it!

How many works do you have on AO3?

33.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

42,741 words.

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Raspberry Muffin Flintley - 139 

at least we're trying Flintley - 104

Rhododendrons and False Indigo Harry/George - 102 (why its only been up a week wtf)

Anyone But You Draco/Percy - 98 

Storytime Naps Perciver - 96 

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

Yeah! unless it's just asking me to make more then i tend to get annoyed and ignore it but i don't get very many at the moment so i tend to stay on top of it pretty well

5. What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

Deceased. i guess? it's really the only one I got

i don't write angsty stuff much

6. What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

most of what i write barely even has AN ending I do a lot of open endings

i think the closest I've gotten to a complete story story have been A Shell for a Mate and Camera Cutie and they both end pretty happy

7. Do you write a cross-overs?

I have not as of yet! if I ever do it's probably going to be an isekai type scenario because it seems like the most fun to me

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

I still have not shockingly

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Sometimes im not very good at it and am still learning on that front most of it tends to cut before smut really happens or is just jacking off

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

12. Have you co-written a fic before?

Also no.

13. What's your all time favourite ship?

I'm a big multi shipper so don't really even have one within one single fandom and you want an overall??

right now 99% of what i think about is Percy ships

14. What's a WIP that you want to finish but think you never will?

hmm if i say all of them do i lose my writer card?

jkjk

but i do have alot of things I've started because the mood hit that i just can't see myself going back to like i have 3k for an amnesia memories au that has just been gathering dust since that original sprint of inspo hit

15. What are your writing strengths?

??? i come up with fun concepts i think? or at least they're fun to me

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

the writing part really I come up with far more ideas then I would ever be able to write hence why I still post alot on here but also like making the idea an actual story story and not just a small slice of a story

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in fic?

I'm too lazy for it overall.

18. What's the first fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter so far it's the only fandom I've written for

19. What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

I'm not sure i ofc have a list of Percy ships i want to try which is currently

Dudley, Seamus, Justin and then ofc the two that constantly give me trouble when i try to pair them with Percy, Remus and Harry

but like outside of Percy ??

i have fandoms but most are dormant as of now like i love Idolmaster and stay caught up on the music but the idea of writing fics for it is like eh if anything it would be Makio/Soichiro tbh i miss them

I finished rwrb and enjoyed it a ton but with the firstprince being canon my brain just doesn't care that much to even seek out content for it because that's how my brain works

its canon so i don't feel the need to read (or by extension write) like 1000 different scenario's for them to get together

like people who stay fully invested in canon couples are powerful because my interest in them in a fanon sense goes out the window every time

i feel like if i ever did do something with rwrb it be an isekai since they are both into HP so it be a very typical get transported into your favorite series story i think that would be fun

i will never do it but fun idea

the ships i like for Danganronpa would probably get me killed/j

like i am with Percy now i was a big Chihiro multi shipper in my DR days before settling on ChiMaru as my favorite for them

20. What's your favourite fic that you've written?

controversial pick but Secret Fantasy 

i put so much work into it KNOWING no one was going to care about it because it's incest but i care about it damn it!! its the longest fic ive written as of now and i had so much fun with it and still think about it alot

less controversial pick is Camera Cutie  because I'm Colin kick at the moment though it is a bit more like messy since it was a pretty early one

#tag games #fucking love tag games #i feel like ive done this one before but I'm not complaining i might go hunt for it to compare my old awnsers

[sansxfuckyou]

Like Christmas Morning

Summary: When you hear the word 'meat grinder' being wrapped in rope full of blades and having them pulled isn't exactly the first thing that comes to mind. Unless, of course, you're a cruel mastermind behind a screen who can't be touched by the person you're torturing.

Warnings: Heavily suggestive themes, shibari, gore, blood loss, near death situations, check tags for further warnings.

Authors Note: *deep breath* someone needs to slap some sense into me before the mild eroticization of gore turns to extreme eroticization of gore, this one, I don't even know where the idea came from it just did. The gore heavily outweighs the horniness because I'm too lazy to equally distribute the aspects even though I could, maybe when I edit for the Ao3 port that'll happen. @sobredunia I already subjected you to some of this very specific breed of insanity so have the rest of it first thing when you wake up, anyways, if anyone who reads this a enjoyed a reblog would be nice

He gave a groan as he blinked the sleep from his eye, instinctively raising a hand to his face.

Okay.

That was new.

He was used to not being able to see what everyone else could, but his arms refusing to respond was brand new.

And he really didn't like the notions of why he they weren't responding when that all too familiar screen dropped down. Bright green LEDs made up a smug and masked face on a flat screen monitor that swiveled around him. He tried to glare and writhe, but he couldn't get much more of a response than the tingling numb sensation lacing his body in definitive strikes.

"What did you do this time?" Detah snarled out as he tried to move again, the tingling felt more prickly this time, more defined-

It was under his jacket and under his shirt, pressing directly against his skin and he hated it. He moved again, it shifted across his skin, the tingling felt even more prickly, like he was rolling in a field full of cacti. Shock and a small wave of concern washed over him, it played out on his face.

The Mastermind gave a small laugh, "Oh, nothing much, let me get a mirror," She grinned as a wall shifted to a reflective surface, Detah stared in a mix of horror and shock.

Red.

Striking red with speckles of shining silver wrapped atop his jacket, and given the tightness on his torso one could gather there was more than one layer. The red roped back across his shoulders, presumably down to his wrists, intricate knots resting atop his form. That same crimson twine stretched down his legs, knees tied bent and partially spread, the color popping atop the denim. Glinting bits of silver litter the zigzag pattern of rope, the unordered placement of knots is a bit of an eyesore.

"Okay, what the genuine fuck?" Was all Detah could manage, "Is this some fucked up kink? Or have you someone figured out how to make tying me up like," He paused, "Like, you think putting me in bondage is gonna kill me?"

"I prefer safe, sane, and consensual things, and I doubt this falls under any of those categories," The Mastermind answered with, a button clicked and the reflective part of the wall disappeared, "Look, on the other side of that are some of your friends-"

"I swear to fuck if any of the kids see me like this," Detah threatened, he struggled once more and this time it actually hurt a little bit.

"I have standards! Jeez, some of your friends are on the other side, you're full of numbing drugs that have almost worn out, and the shiny bits in that rope are blades," The Mastermind explained, Detah nodded, stilling his form, "Given how much your struggling has progressed the release of the blades I'd give you... Not nearly as long as you want, have fun."

"But, but how am I gonna make it out alive?" Detah asked almost hopefully, The Mastermind shrugged.

"Well, you aren't supposed to survive, but your one hope is that your teammates are good at undoing knots- if I get lucky your corpse will be in a similar state to ground beef," The Mastermind couldn't help the joy on her tone as she spoke, the horror surmounting on Detahs face only made it more enjoyable, "Good luck."

The screen went black before returning to the roof, for a moment Detah was back in silence and a horribly illuminated room. He was caught in a rope with knots intricate enough to replicate a spider web and he has to rely on a bunch of idiots to get him out?

He's dying, no doubt about it, he'll die a horrible death and there won't be a body to bury.

Then the wall splits, sliding open, on the other side as promised Uzomi, Murasaki, and Blue stand, no one else. They're all paralyzed at the sight laid out before them, Detah, wrapped up like a Christmas present in red rope. He can only look to the floor in shame, waiting patiently for one of them to move; he opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out.

"When she said we wouldn't be expecting what was on the other side of the wall she was right," Murasaki managed dryly.

"Definitely," Blue added on in agreement.

Again, a pause of silence.

"We should get moving," Uzomi said before walking over to Detah, the other two followed.

She crouched down in front of him and reached out to touch the string, she recoiled at the prick of something sharp. Murasaki tried next, he tugged a little bit and Detah gave a hiss of pain, it still wasn't as bad as it will be. And then Blue, reaching into her bag and pulling out a pair of scissors.

"You just have those?" Uzomi asked, Blue nodded.

"Yep, in my bag when I woke up," Blue answered with as she slid the blade between denim and string before slicing, it did nothing, "That's not good."

"It really isn't," Murasaki said, "Did The Mastermind tell you anything Detah."

Detah nodded, "Yeah, that you guys better be good at untying knots or I'm gonna end up looking like mince meat."

The three shared glances.

"Please tell me one of you is good at knots?" Detah asked quietly, Murasaki shrugged.

"I know some basic stuff, not exactly this stuff, but the principle is the same," Murasaki said, gesturing to the rope on Detahs torso before reaching out to undo it.

"You better get this right," Detah snarled as a knot came undone, the red frayed around the blades as it loosened, and there was a lot more metal than rope.

Blue swiveled around to be at Detahs back, running her hands across the red of the twine, searching for weak spots until she found a faulty knot. She gripped either end and the blades popped out even more, tearing into the fabric of his jacket and the skin on her hands. Detah winced and bit his tongue, the pressure on his torso squeezed a little more, his breathing shook for a brief moment.

Uzomi brought her hands to rest at the knots on his knees, he instantly shifted despite the tightening.

"I'm just trying to help! Moving makes it worse," Uzomi chided, placing hands on her hips.

"And? I wanna leave with my dignity, hell if I remember if I was a freak who got off on this shit, any one of you touching my thighs could make this a million times more awkward," Detah explained, trying to pull his legs closer together, nearly losing balance as he moved.

Uzomi shrugged, "Either you risk getting horny or you die, what'll it be?"

Detah stayed silent.

"I figured as much," Uzomi said before undoing the knots on his knees, shiny blades revealed themselves as they fell from his form.

He tried to stay still as the rope came undone, squeezing a little tighter with every faulty tug until he was completely unrestrained. His wrists tingled from where circulation was cut off, and little red dots littered them. He gave a heavy breath as he tried to relax, slump forward just a bit, but he couldn't. A horrible constriction on his chest only got worse, and the numbing was mostly gone now.

"There's another layer," Detah said, trying to yank off his jacket, the rope tightened on his arms until it tore.

"What do you mean there's another layer?" Murasaki asked as he stared at the red soaking into the white fabric under Detahs hoodie.

Uzomi grabbed the jacket and pulled it the rest of the way off, "More string."

Sectionals of string snaked around Detahs form, even more intricate than the last layer, the small iron blades tore into his arms. His shirt was cut, jagged tears across the fabric where the rope lay and he could still feel a layer underneath the tightening sharpness. He gave a groan of anguish as Murasaki brought a hand to the ropes turning his arm to carnage.

Murasaki paused and Detahs eyes widened, "That was a hurt sound I swear," Detah said to try and recover from his blunder, "Do the ones on my chest first, I can handle losing an arm."

"Alright," Blue said as she ran over the knots on his back, a lot lighter this time to prevent the blades from triggering even more.

Uzomi hesitated before speaking, "There aren't any under your pants is there?"

"No- fuck no, and let's all be thankful for that, pick a god and thank 'em," Detah said, briefly going on a small tangent to avoid the agony coursing through him from clouding his mind.

Speaking of 'clouding' he felt sorta foggy, that's what blood loss feels like. He stays statue still as his teammates unravel him, he hears the sound of his chest constraints hitting the floor. He breaths again, but externally it's a rather unpleasant grating sensation, he gives another groan of pain. Someone goes to take off his shirt and he freezes, tenses a little bit more than he already is.

"I can take off my own shirt, thank you very much," Detah managed, but his voice was quieter, a hint of a slur on it as he tried to take off his shirt.

The ropes in his shoulder blades tore him wide open, patches of skin tearing with fully exposed razors. He still struggled to do it by himself up until Uzomi forced her help, gently pulling the shirt off of him. It was heavily saturated in red, it dripped in some spots and there was no sign that it was ever white left over. It was concerning to say the least, she tossed it aside before crouching down in front of Detah again and sliding her calloused fingers across the rope.

He yowled when her fingers dipped into an open wound, it stung and burned. Everyone recoiled at the cry of agony, then briefly paused to take in the sight. Detah, bleeding out and demoralized to the point of no return with drugs that no longer have effect. As tempting as it is too just let him die (mostly to Murasaki) they also know it would be counterproductive. They returned to undoing knots and avoiding torn skin and wounds that deepened with every breath he took.

"I'm taking care of your arms," Murasaki said as reached to the knots near Detahs shoulders, they came undone easily. The rope slid off with the slightest outward tug all the way down his shoulder, bright red wounds. Murasaki felt ill at the sight, especially as the blood started to ooze from them. He reached for Detahs jacket and wrapped it around his arm and thankfully it stopped the flow.

Uzomi undid a knot on his torso, resting at his sternum and went to untie the one at his shoulder. The bloody ropes were stripped from his form with shocking easy, Uzomi made sure to tie the soaked fabric of his shirt around his arm. She held it to keep pressure consistent, squeezing every now and then to keep him grounded in reality.

"I think I'm dying," Detah said.

"I think you're living," Uzomi answered with. It was a false hope if anything, he had lost so much blood, enough to cause extreme panic if he passed out.

Detah gave a hum, "That'd be nice."

"He's fucking delirious," Murasaki said, mirroring Uzomis actions as Blue tried to undo the knots.

Uzomi rolled her eyes, "At least he's breathing!"

"Slipknot!" Blues exclamation tore through the argument as she tugged the simple knot undone, ropes fell down easily, "Hand me his jacket, now."

Murasaki glanced to Uzomi who glared at him, he gave a sigh before shedding his cloak and handing it to Blue. She wrapped it around Detahs torso tightly, using the sleeves to keep it secured. Blood soaked into Murasakis jacket fast, but it slowed the flow at that.

"I liked that jacket," Murasaki said quietly.

"I'm going to sleep," Detah got out.

"No! No you're not," Uzomi said, sharpness on her voice shot adrenaline into Detah.

"Alright, fine," Detah said before leaning back, "I'll try."

"Just wake up again if you do," Murasaki said, "I don't think anyone could handle you dying so soon."

Detah gave a sleepy grin, "Sounds like someone has a crush."

That caused a brief moment of hesitance, "Changed my mind, I want him dead."

"Don't joke about that Murasaki, we're in a killing game," Blue said with a sigh.

"Fine," Murasaki answered with bitterly, "But keep his delirious mouth shut."

"I think it's funny if it pisses you off this much," Uzomi said with a bit of a smirk on her face.

"I hate you, I've lost my jacket and soon my sanity will follow," Murasaki said dejectedly, he still didn't let go of Detahs arm, he still wanted to keep the blood in.

No one wanted him to die just yet, and especially not by a messed up bondage session.

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[sotangledupinit]

run, run rogers - My CSSS 2021 Gift

hi there @ilovemesomekillianjones! here’s the fourth and final chapter of my @cssecretsanta2020​ gift to you from last year! thank you for being so understanding and patient (still. because i am the absolute worst!). 

also - this was uploaded to AO3 a few days ago, in case there’s any confusion!

run, run rogers (chapter 4 of 4)

SUMMARY: The last thing Emma Swan expected to be doing on Christmas Eve was last minute Christmas shopping. But Neal’s genius left her in the lurch, and she needs to fix things. And the Uber trip to get this all done? It’ll cost her.

RATING: T for Teen 

CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 5,267 words

TAGS: Captain Swan, Holiday, Uber Driver Killian Jones

AO3

AUTHOR’S NOTE: The muse did not want to cooperate for a few long months, hence the downgraded rating and lack of smut. But! I did finally get to write out my idea for the gift. My giftee @ilovemesomekillianjones​ is so patient and kind about the long wait so a very big shoutout to her (and a day late happy birthday as well)! if you haven’t already read this on AO3, then i hope you enjoy!

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“Oi! Whaaaz been da hold up?”

Will’s voice is loud as he slurs his holler, taking particular delight from popping the P in ‘up’. His grin is lazy as he hangs half of his body out of the window he’s rolled down in the backseat, arms dangling against the car door. Emma shares a look with Killian, their mouths quirking up at the corner from Will’s antics, and she feels a weight lifted off of her shoulders.

Not completely, no. But Killian’s words have made her feel like she’s not a total failure. It still sucks that she can’t give her kid something completely new to open, something that isn’t what his father just copied, but she can still salvage the holiday one way or another.

When Emma approaches the car, Killian a few steps behind her, she sees the kind of state Will’s gotten himself into. He had clearly sprawled himself out on the seats, laying on his stomach. With the upper half of his body still out the car window, his legs are stretched behind him, feet resting on the door on the other side. She huffs a laugh. As annoyed as she’s been by him half the night, it’s like having a big kid around and her heart yearns for Henry.

She loves her kid and she knows he deserves to have some time with his dad, but she still wishes he was home Christmas Eve, baking cookies with her and drinking their hot chocolate while watching Home Alone and Die Hard.

She senses Killian’s presence before she feels his arm coming around her side and opening the passenger door for her. “You get to be my first mate.”

“Lucky me.” The smile Emma shoots Killian is unlike any she’s given someone in quite a long time. It’s flirty, which is no surprise, but there’s a layer of giddiness to it too. She settles herself in the seat as Killian helps Will back inside the car, a number of grunts and phrases, some of which she’s never heard but no doubt are not for the faint of heart, come from behind her seat and she stifles her laughter until Killian’s in the driver’s seat beside her again.

Her seat suddenly jerks forward and the faint smell of alcohol from Will’s breath makes its way into her personal space. She turns slightly to see his body slumped forward against the back of her seat, his chin resting beside the headrest and his eyes half open.

“I thought you were going shopping?” he mumbles to her.

“I was trying to.”

“Bollocks. Ye’ve got no shopping bags with ya.”

“Scarlet,” Killian cuts in, voice struggling on its precarious balance of amusement and frustration.

“Well yer not doing a good job then, Killian. Where’s the lady’s gifts?”

“Actually…” Her eyebrows furrow together as Killian runs his tongue along his bottom lip in deep thought. Without a word to her or Will, he throws the car in drive and sets off in the opposite direction of the address she told him.

“What are you doing?” If it had been anyone else, anyone but Killian, she’d be frightened. She’d have pulled out her mace by now and worked a means into stopping the car. Instead, she sits patiently in her seat with her head turned in his direction and the seatbelt digging into her neck.

“Try something new, darling. It’s called trust.”

“I do trust you.”

The lack of hesitation takes them both by surprise. Her mouth drops open as she struggles to build off of her statement and Killian continually glances at her from the side. After a few moments, she shrugs shyly and gives him a small smile.

Will mumbles something along the lines of ‘pathetic’ and falls back into his seat, head lolling towards the window as he views the house lights passing them by.

Never before had she said something like that to another adult with such conviction and she didn’t know how to proceed. Emma doesn’t voice her feelings, that’s not the kind of person she is. Their conversation outside of the toy store already left her feeling raw and vulnerable and her words slipped out of her mouth without any filtering. It’s as close as she can come to laying her heart bare.

Her eyes trace Killian’s tongue as it pokes out his mouth to lick his lips.

He glances at her once more before straightening in his seat, flicking on one blinker as they stop at a red light. “I can read you pretty well, love, and I know you’re still disappointed about your lad not having anything new to open tomorrow.” He shifts in his seat again as the tips of his ears begin to turn pink. “I think I have an idea to remedy that.” She practically melts as he softens his tone and finally looks at her. “If you’ll allow me to help?”

The man sitting across from her continues to amaze her.

Emma doesn’t even need to think. She nods her head and says softly, “Yes.”

They drive in silence for a few minutes, Will ooo-ing and ahhh-ing at various Christmas displays before Emma leans forward.

She smirks at Killian as she flicks the music on, an older man singing about jingle bells wafting from the speakers, her mood vastly improved from earlier. It’s not until they pull onto one of the streets on the outskirts of the city, bordering the city center and the suburbs, that she notices Will perk up in the backseat.

“No way, mate. Don’t do this to me,” he whines, suddenly acting wide awake and sober despite the sway to his positioning. Killian chuckles and shakes his head.

“Yes way. You can’t hide forever.”

“I can bloody well try. I’m not going in.”

“Then you can freeze in the car.”

“It’s fucking cold out! And snowing!”

Killian grins wide into the rearview mirror, catching Will’s eye, and lifts an eyebrow as if daring the other man to fight him. “I guess you’re coming inside then. Aye?”

Will grumbles and crosses his arms as he glares out the window until Killian comes to a stop in front of a small section of shops. It’s a part of the city she hasn’t been before. An ice cream shop, wedding store, therapist’s office, pawn shop, and a comic-book store line one side of the street with a police department – not David’s, that much she knows – across the street with a diner beside it.

Emma waits to ask until everyone is out of the car, Will huffing and puffing the entire time. Nearly all of the shops are dark and closed up for the holiday except for the comic-book store which looks to be having a work party. “Where are we?”

“At the wolf’s den,” Will says angrily, shooting a glare at Killian who only laughs in glee.

“Yeah,” Emma starts, glancing wearily between the two of them. “I’m going to need more than that.”

“Come on, love,” Killian says. His prosthetic comes to the middle of her back and she suppresses her shiver from how good his heat feels so close to her. “Trust me, remember?”

“Yes –”

“You really shouldn’t,” Will cuts in, gaze now turned towards the holiday party. “He’s a scoundrel.”

“Bloody hell,” Killian calls from her side. She leans into his chest as he turns towards Will and she pretends not to notice the way his arm slides along her waist, bringing her closer as well. “Weren’t you just trying to wing-man me an hour ago?”

Will waves the statement away. “You don’t deserve my talents. The lass can do better anyway.”

“I beg your pardon –”

“Guys,” Emma cuts in. “My kid. A present. Before midnight, please.”

They grumble at each other before Killian ushers her to the door of the comic-book shop, opening it for her as Will shrinks into his coat, shoulders raised to his ears. He rips his beanie from his pocket and forces it over his head at such an alarming speed that it nearly makes her laugh.

“Captain!” a velvety voice calls out from across the shop. “Thought you were skipping out on us tonight for the cash flow.”

Emma’s not sure what to expect from the voice. Surely, such an attractive sound belongs to an equally attractive person, but nothing could have prepared her for the gorgeous brunette that walks out of the crowd gathered at the back of the store and right towards them.

It’s been a long time since jealousy held a vicelike grip on her throat but the feeling invades the bubble she’s had with Killian all night.

The woman’s legs are shaped by tight red skinny jeans and she wears a green crop top lined with white fur. A Santa hat sits askew on her head, the perfect match for her blood red lipstick. Dark hair rests in waves down her back and her nails are painted such a deep red it could be mistaken for black. The smile she shoots their way is one Emma could imagine a predator wearing. But who was her prey?

Emma chances a glance at Killian and relaxes instantly at the feel of his prosthetic on her back again. The smile he shoots the woman looks so similar to the patient, kind grin he’d given Henry on their rides. In that brief look, she feels all jealousy shrink away. Not that she had any claim to Killian to start with, but if there’s a possibility… “Aye, but I had much more important matters to attend to. Miss Swan is in need of your expertise, Ruby.”

“Miss Swan?”

Emma struggles to find her voice for a moment, feeling as if she’s been pulled in a million different directions. All she can do is fall back on her instinct to fight. “Don’t listen to him,” she insists. “It’s Emma.”

“Aye, Emma is in need of your expertise.” The amusement in Killian’s voice is enough to earn a narrow-eyed look from her over her shoulder, his grin widening in reaction. His teasing starts to bring her back to herself and she finds breathing slightly easier than it’d been a moment ago. With a roll of her eyes, she faces their newcomer again.

“With what exactly?” Ruby inquires.

“A gift for her boy.” Emma’s cheeks heat up as Ruby’s calculating gaze bounces between herself and Killian. “He’s creative. Writes and draws his own comics. Isn’t that right, Swan?”

She nods furiously in agreement, centering herself on talk of her kid. Talking about Henry is always easy for her. Not that she’s biased or anything but he’s the greatest kid around. She tells Ruby as much. “He’s incredible. A creative genius, honestly. I don’t know how he comes up with half the stuff he does.”

“Huh,” Ruby says, eyeing Emma up and down. What the hell? She doesn’t know why but the urge to defend herself – against what, she’s not even sure – crawls up her throat.

“Huh?” Emma echoes, glancing back at Killian who narrows his gaze at Ruby.

“You’re different,” she elaborates, probing even though her sentence already feels like a statement.

“Ruby…” Killian warns. “Don’t start. Get the pages, lass.”

Ruby merely rolls her eyes and scoffs. “I meant it as a good thing.” She steps towards Emma, looping her arm through Emma’s so fast that all she can do is look at Killian with a bewildered expression. “I like her.” The smile she sends Emma’s way once she faces forward again is friendly and warm and Emma feels the feeble defenses she’d built back up at the other woman’s appearance come down again.

They near the party for a moment, a group of only a handful of people surrounded by alcohol and baked goods with a stereo in the corner playing a Kelly Clarkson song and surrounded by more of the string lights, tinsel, and mistletoe that decorates the rest of the shop.

“Killian’s idea is perfect for your kid, if he’s as creative as you say.”

“Oh, he definitely is.”

“How old is he?” Ruby tosses her a look over her shoulder out of pure curiosity. There’s no judgement to be thrown down based on her answer and Emma doesn’t even feel the urge defend herself as she answers.

“He’s 12.” Ruby grins at this and much like Killian, doesn’t question it further and accepts it for what it is.

“Then this really is perfect and I have to admit, Killian’s a genius. It’s right this way,” Ruby says. Her hand gestures to an alcove in the back corner, opposite the party. The lighting is dimmer there and it’s not as loud. Or at least it isn’t until Ruby yells back to where Killian leans against a counter by the door. “Don’t let Scarlet run away! He still owes me $500! I will get my money and if he keeps running, it won’t be pretty!”

“Fucking hell.”

Emma huffs out a laugh. She has no doubt that Will was attempting to escape out the front door or blend in with the party to avoid paying it. Killian’s chuckle drifts over to their area, confirming her suspicions.

Her eyes scan the shelves before her as Ruby detaches herself. “Stay here,” she orders and Emma shrugs. It’s not like she has any other choice.

While she waits, she continues browsing. Henry’s gotten so many comics over the years from herself, David, and Mary Margaret that she can’t even keep track of what he does and doesn’t have. The last thing she’d want is to try to get him something new only for it to be what he already has. It’s that exact line of thinking that’s gotten her into this situation.

Once she bores of that, she makes a quick perusal of the store. Garland circles the shelves and moldings, string lights hanging from the ceiling throughout the store, and mistletoe is placed throughout. Ruby had navigated the two of them through it without needing to look, clearly an expert at avoiding the tradition when not desired, but the rest of the party on the other side of the store takes glee at the catching each other underneath it.

A particularly loud cheer diverts her attention over to them, watching as two of the people gripe and groan, making a big deal over it before engaging in a short kiss amidst the cajoling party. A flash of black captures her gaze.

Killian’s made his way over to the party. He stands on the edge of it and laughs as a man in a Santa dress suit with a red velour top hat places a Santa hat on his head to match the rest of the store’s occupants. Will slinks between the other party-goers, snatching snacks from the tables around the area and grabbing a plate of lasagna someone abandoned atop a display.

She can’t stop the smile that grows on her face as Will gets slapped in the back of the head by one of the women there, her fierce attitude clear in her reprimanding as Will shrugs his shoulders and offers excuses. Killian’s shit-eating grin at the scene is hard to miss, especially as Will sighs in defeat and pulls out his wallet, and as he takes a swig of his water bottle, Killian catches her eye.

Her breath hitches in her throat and she finds it hard to swallow. It’s like there’s an electric current dancing along a wire connecting the two of them, tingling her skin beneath the surface. Her eyes follow the sight of his tongue as it sneaks between his lips to catch the water residue. He clearly swallows and when her eyes drift up his face to meet his, she sees the black of his pupils swallowing the blue coloring.

“Got it!”

Emma jumps at the sound of Ruby’s voice and turns quickly.

“Need a minute?” Ruby teases, raising an eyebrow and tilting her head in Killian’s direction. Emma swallows and shakes her head.

“Sorry, what do you have?”

Ruby takes one of her hands from behind her back and offers a Santa hat out to her. Emma eyes it, popping an eyebrow in question. “Uh, I am not giving my son a Santa hat for Christmas.”

“No, the hat’s for you.”

“I am not wearing a Santa hat. I just want to get a gift for my kid. If you can’t help out then –”

Ruby rolls her eyes and thrusts the hat towards her. “Don’t be a grinch. Have a little Christmas spirit – it won’t kill you. Wear the hat, then you’ll get the gift.”

The two of them stand in a stare-down for a few moments until Ruby smirks and tilts her head, pride already making its way onto her features before Emma even concedes.

She knows that Ruby means business. Her confident swagger nearly fills the store and Ruby knows just how desperate she is. With a frustrated sigh, Emma hastily grabs the hat from Ruby’s hand and shoves it on her head, frowning. “There. Now the gift?”

“Thanks for playing along,” Ruby begins, her voice taking on the tone of a game show host announcing the grand prize. “For that, you will receive…”

Everything else Ruby is saying fades to the background as she reveals what she’d been hiding behind her back.

Five packages of blank comic panel pages, each package representing different, commonly used templates for comic-books. There’s nearly 200 pages total in her hand and Emma could practically cry at how perfect the gift is. Her son – her incredibly brilliant and creative son can actually create his own comic with ease.

“I didn’t even know anyone made these,” she whispers in amazement, her hands gently, hesitantly, shakily, taking the packages from Ruby.

“I’m not the one you should thank.” Ruby’s smile is pointed yet gentle as she gestures over the Killian. A quick look over her shoulder and Emma sees the way he’s half listening to the conversation at his side between Will and the woman from before. Instead, he keeps trailing his eyes back over to her and even from afar, she notices the vested interest etched in the way his eyebrows lift as he watches them.

Ruby’s voice breaks her gaze.

“How did you guys meet?”

“Uh,” Emma starts before she shakes her head. “He’s my Uber driver, actually.” Ruby remains unconvinced and unsatisfied.

“Really? Just your driver?” She points her deep red nails, gesturing between Emma and Killian as their eyes catch again. “That’s what you’re going with?”

The half-shrug that comes from her lifted shoulder is sheepish. Heat rises to her cheeks and Emma feels as if she’s been transported back to middle school talking about her crush at a sleepover. Not that she did any of that, but she imagines this must have been what it felt like.

“Well… he was just my Uber driver. Now I’m not so sure.”

Ruby offers her an encouraging smile and grabs a bag from behind the counter as they leave the area. When Emma twice tries to pay, Ruby brushes her off. “My little Christmas gift to you,” she says. There’s no pity or guilt in Ruby as she says the words and Emma struggles to say anything other than a cracked thanks.

People always wanted something in return. Nothing is done for free. If someone offers you something, it’s because they want you to owe them a favor or they’re using you to assuage their own guilt.

At least, that’s the take Emma had before the start of the night.

Then Killian gave up a night of potentially heavy cash flow and became her… friend. Now Ruby is joining the ranks too, helping her make Christmas special for her kid. If she hadn’t met Killian, she’s sure her pride would’ve been a lot harder to swallow to accept such a gesture.

When they make it to the party, Ruby rushes over, pulling the hand belonging to the woman who gave Will a dressing down, and steps under the mistletoe. “Merry Christmas, Mulan,” Ruby whispers. The party start a cheer, noisemakers and chants of ‘Kiss! Kiss!’ filling the store. Emma meets Killian’s eye between Ruby and her lover and they share a grin before the kiss blocks them from each other.

Ruby eventually detaches herself from the kiss and introduces Emma to her fiancée Mulan. Between the two of them, they convince her to stay an extra half hour so she can enjoy the party.

“You can always join our poker game tonight too,” Mulan offers. Her face gives nothing away but there’s something in her voice that tugs at Emma’s warning bells.

“Babe,” Ruby says with a sigh. “We’re trying to make a good impression on Killian’s… friend. We can’t do that if you’re robbing her blind.”

“She’ll count every penny too!” Will adds around a mouthful of cheesecake. “Stole $350 from me wallet already tonight.”

“You owed me that.”

Ruby cuts in, “Wait, you paid her but you still haven’t paid me?!”

“You’re practically married, it’s all the same now!”

“Actually –”

“So,” Mulan cuts in, drowning out Will and Ruby. She compromises, eyeing Emma with a calculating gaze. The woman reminds her of a general in the army, observing the enemy and coming up with at least three strategies to ensure their defeat. “I’ll give you a month. Expect an invite. Bring enough cash not to disappoint.”

Before Emma can accept or decline the invitation – though she has no clue what answer would’ve come out of her mouth – Killian appears at her side. “Bloody hell, Ruby. I leave you to warm up my car and you’re already letting your fiancée take Emma for all she’s worth?!”

There’s no malice in his voice, just a thinly veiled teasing tone, and Emma suppresses a grin at the eye rolls and groans from his reprimand that fill their small group. “I guess that’s my cue,” Emma says instead, backing up. “You coming, Will?”

Will shakes his head. “I’m going to give these lovely ladies the privilege of my presence on their couch tomorrow morning.” His wide grin breaks at the slap on the back of his head from Mulan, but neither her nor Ruby do anything to stop Will.

Wishes of merry Christmases fill the room and soon enough, Emma and Kilian find themselves heading towards the shop’s exit.

“Do you think he’ll like it?” The gentleness of his voice, the care in which he takes with her mission, lights a fire in her chest.

Her smile is wide even if her voice is quiet and soft. “Thank you. Seriously. It’s going to blow his mind.”

Killian’s response is cut off by loud cheers and chants of ‘Kiss! Kiss!’ They both turn a curious glance over at the crowd, ready to see who the latest couple caught by the random sprig of mistletoe is, only to find the crowd already staring back at them. Her head slowly tilts back and her mouth drops open, dumbfounded.

It feels fated, almost, the way that she’s found herself under the mistletoe with the one man who’s been able to turn her world inside-out in just a night. The universe is pushing them together and for once in her life, she agrees with it.

“Please,” Killian scoffs, addressing the group. It becomes clear to her quickly that he’s trying to give her an out or a reason to jump. His statement offers her the choice and that’s what does it. Well, that and his next sentence leave no other option for her competitive side. “She couldn’t handle it.”

Then he turns to her with that wide, victorious smirk and she wishes to wipe it right off his face, the smug bastard. No matter the choice she makes, he still wins. So she does the only logical thing to do in the situation.

She lays the bag with the comic pages on the display stand behind her. Her eyes remain locked on Killian’s the entire time and she can tell that he’s itching to swipe his thumb across his lip.

Then her resolve crumbles to nothing and she grasps the lapels of his leather jacket and tugs him forward.

Their lips meet in a slow, hesitant kiss despite the passionate start to their embrace. The moment Emma sighs, relaxing slightly as her mouth remains pressed against Killian’s, Killian takes advantage. He moves with confidence and familiarity. The taste of his mouth is new but the way his fingers tangle in her hair feels like his hand is always supposed to cradle her head there.

It’s exhilarating and intoxicating all at once. The sounds of the party fade to nothing and the only thing she can hear other than her racing pulse in her ear is the way Killian sighs and groans as they kiss. It’s delicious and tempting and she wants it to stay imprinted on the forefront of her mind.

The spell is cracked, not broken, when they pull apart.

Emma’s left in a daze, not registering a single moment of their final goodbyes before she’s buckled back up in Killian’s car and waiting for him to pull away from the curb.

Despite their bubble splintering at the store, a crackle of electricity, a simmering heat, still rises beneath the surface. It’s so palpable she can almost taste it. She can’t let him leave her yet. Not without another taste. Especially when he looks so unfairly good in the Santa hat bestowed on him at the store.

Killian starts their route to her place and Emma can’t bear to say goodbye to him when they pull up. Her mind flitters to the to-do list she wrote that morning and all the things she needed or should be doing for the holiday. The few remaining gifts she had to wrap, the food she had to prepare for tomorrow, and the cookies left unmade. All of the ingredients in her cabinets are new and purchased for a single holiday. She’ll never get through all of it by tomorrow.

Swallowing hard, Emma turns in her seat and looks at Killian. “What’re your plans for the rest of the holiday?”

He licks his lips before he answers, his mouth as dry as hers suddenly feels. “Just heading home to watch a few films on the telly.”

“How do you feel about making sugar cookies?” It only takes a moment for the question in his gaze to disappear, giving way to a bright grin. Her heart flutters at the sight and instead of fretting, she lets out a deep breath and relaxes her shoulders.

The house is warm when they enter. Henry’s new gift is placed aside to be wrapped once the cookies are in the oven. Their fingers linger longer than necessary as they help each other tie their aprons, a twinkle in Killian’s eyes as he raises an eyebrow when Emma’s hand slides a little too low once she’s finished.

“Fair game,” is what he whispers to her as he trails his hand up her side before tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. He leans down to place a soft kiss on her lips only for them to lose themselves in the action. Their Santa hats fall to the ground, not that either of them notice. The slight flour that got on Emma’s hand from pulling down ingredients before now runs a white streak through one side of Killian’s hair and he returns the favor once they actually start cooking.

She gets mesmerized by the way he uses his stump – brace off and arm washed clean – to knead the dough better than she’s ever been able to. It takes a near monumental effort to concentrate on the cookies and not what else he might be capable of.

That only lasts until the cookies are in the oven and the timer is set, Henry’s gift laying unwrapped where she left it as Killian proves just what he can do.

They trade lazy kisses once she finally gets around to wrapping Henry’s new gift. Neither of them attempt to repress the smiles that bloom on their faces and it’s the most at peace Emma has felt in possibly her entire life. The only thing that’d make the moment even better, she thinks to herself, would be if her kid were with them.

Perhaps it’s coincidence or luck. Or maybe Christmas magic, as hard as it is to believe, actually does exist. Because it’s not a moment later when, at 11:43pm Christmas Eve night, her phone rings.

“Hey, Mom?” Henry whispers once she picks up.

“Henry?” The hairs on the back of her neck raise in alert and she sees Killian’s posture straighten from beside her on the couch. He makes a quick move to pause Miracle on 34th Street.

“I’m okay,” her kid starts but Emma only feels a small bit of tension leave her shoulders. “I just… I miss you.”

Her heart lurches at his words. “I miss you too,” she whispers back and wills her eyes not to tear. It’s been a long time since they’ve been separated like this but time doesn’t make it easier. “How was your night, kid?”

Henry huff’s out a laugh. “Thanks for the gifts, I know they were your idea. Also, I’m pretty sure half of this stuff is actually his.”

She joins in his laughter with a quick snort of her own. “I wouldn’t be surprised.”

“Yeah…” He pauses and Emma leans back into the couch. Killian raises an eyebrow in her direction as he wraps an arm around her and she merely shrugs. She guesses Henry just wanted to talk. “It doesn’t really feel like Christmas here. Not without you. Can you pick me up? I want to come home.”

“Oh Henry,” Emma whispers again. She makes quick work of the tear that manages to escape and nods her head before she realizes that he can’t see her. “Of course. It’ll take me ten minutes to get there. Start packing up and wake your dad to let him know, okay?”

“Thanks, Mom. Love you.”

“I love you too.”

The moment after they hang up, Emma turns towards Killian and pulls him into a tight embrace, allowing only a few more tears free – the last thing she needs is to let Henry know how emotional their conversation got her.

“You’re right,” she mumbles into Killian’s neck. His hand and stump hold her closer and she feels every worry leave her body with a few strokes.

Killian was right. For as much as she focuses on the material things of the holiday, Henry doesn’t care about the gifts. She’s given him a home, a place of comfort and memories, and that’s what he wants this year. It’s nothing that Neal can provide him and Emma knows that just turning on their Christmas tree and watching Home Alone will be enough.

She glances at the gifts stuffed under the tree in their living room, especially the special new addition, and grins to herself.

The presents don’t hurt either.

Killian helps her to stand as she explains the situation. She can see the offer of a ride sitting on the tip of his tongue but his desire to not overstep holding it back. For most of the night, he’s been making the effort and opening up first. So this time, she resolves, it’s up to her.

With her hand out as an offering, she asks, “You willing to give us a ride?”

He grins wide, leaning down to give her a kiss. “Ride accepted.”

#run run rogers #captain swan #killian jones #emma swan #will scarlet #ruby #ilovemesomekillianjones #cs fanfic #cs ff #captain swan fanfic #captain swan ff #holiday fic #cs secret santa 2021 #csss 2021 #my fics

[chacusha]

I skipped and selected a ton of questions from the writer meme for you:

2, 3, 7, 12, 13, 14, 16/17, 25

2. Go to your AO3 “Works” page, to the sidebar with all the filters, and click the drop-down arrow for “Additional Tags.” What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits?

My additional tags are kind of a mess:

#1: Fanart <- not a fic tag #2: Fluff <- I thought this tag was overrepresented by my Fluff Bingo but actually, nope, it's accurate #3: Community: westerosorting <- just a tag I use to mark stuff I made for this community #4: Drabble <- dominated by old Disney works I archived last year #4: Missing Scene <- accurate tagging but boring

Tied for 6th are Meta (<- not a fic tag) and Character Study. I guess this is accurate (including that I am still more of an artist than a writer!). It's also interesting to me how many of these tags lean gen. Pining didn't even make it?!

3. What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics?

I kind of discussed this already but giving myself/the characters some closure on a very messy unresolved relationship in canon is pretty common. Other features of my fic include pining/getting together fic; punchy (abrupt?) endings; characters who have identity issues working out who they are (this is actually a special case of the first thing, where the "messy unresolved relationship" is between the character and themself).

Not sure about details. I do a lot of introspective fic, so my fic is pretty heavy on characters' attitudes and inner monologues/feelings.

7. Any worldbuilding you’re particularly proud of?

To be honest, I am terrible at worldbuilding and only do it when not doing it would leave a glaring hole in the story.

Probably the most worldbuilding I've had to do is in my Ambassador of Love and Peace fic, and the main thing I'm proud of is my headcanons of what life as a temple acolyte is like, plus various details I've filled in about the political situation in Eisenberg and Harena.

For Star Trek, the worldbuilding I'm most proud of is my Mirrorverse Ferengi headcanons, but I haven't published anything with that yet.

12. Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you?

I was having a lot of trouble with this question and the next one, but I thought of something: Slap-Slap-Kiss ("I hate you!" "Well, I hate you!" *characters passionately kiss*). I used to HATE this trope -- it was my least favorite 90s rom-com feature, easily in my top 3 worst tropes more generally, and I would include it in my Do Not Want (DNW) lists in exchanges. But ever since getting into Quodo, obviously I can't put it in my DNW list anymore because it's so core to Quodo, but I wonder if I have just mellowed out on the trope more generally?

The reason I used to hate it was because it was such lazy writing, where often people would collapse "I am attracted to you but there are these good reasons why I hate you and that makes things complicated" (which is a very legit source of tension and drama in a romance) into "ho ho these characters are sniping at each other from day 1 -- ~love at first sight~". Which is very WTF and also plays into all these misogynistic depictions of women where they need to be won over and no means yes and spitfire women are just asking to be tamed, etc. etc. Also, I just prefer ships where two people just really enjoy each other's company rather than are bickering all the time -- like, why would I want to watch people be in a relationship where they never have an unambiguously pleasant moment together? It's so depressing!

But Slap-Slap-Kiss works so well for Quodo (they are every 90s rom-com trope…), I think because their dynamic is meant to be comedic and it fits so well into their established characterization -- they're just kind of ridiculous enough to go from yelling at each other to kissing and not see anything weird about that -- and because they obviously enjoy the bickering and provocation aspects of the relationship too. It's possible I now can appreciate a bit more when sexual tension manifests itself as annoyance and yelling rather than just being baffled that anyone could get aroused when they're annoyed.

A similar thing happened with the tsundere character type. I used to just not get the appeal at all; tsundere characters were always my least favorite in media; etc. But I think my affection for Odo (who is a very pure tsundere type, at least when it comes to Quark) has kind of rubbed off on other tsunderes in fiction. I'm not sure -- results still inconclusive.

13. Are there any tropes you used to like but don’t anymore?

This one I still can't think of anything for. I think a lot of my tastes have stayed stable over time. I am very easy to please and like all sorts of trope-y fiction. Give me all the high school AUs and crack fic and There Was Only One Bed and identity porn and...

14. Are there any tropes you would only read if written by a trusted friend or writer?

Not really because I live dangerously. :P By that I mean for the most part, I will give any trope a try. And for tropes I'm not super into, I'm not sure it's the kind of situation where there are certain people I trust to handle it -- they're just not things I enjoy no matter how well-written or who's doing the writing.

That said, I am in theory interested in (for example) reading fic that delves into Odo and Mora's complicated relationship, but I have kind of learned the hard way to just ignore Odo+Mora-centric fic in the wild because so much of it contains Mora-bashing either in the summary/author notes or in the fic itself and I'm not really interested in that kind of story (in general, I don't like reading character- or ship-bashing stories). So that would be an example of a topic I would only check out if written by someone whose writing I trusted (for example, I would probably trust people who write in DW/AO3-based exchanges to handle it in a way I find interesting more than a person in the wild). So yeah, probably more generally, bashing fic or something adjacent to that isn't something I'd seek out, but would be willing to read if I knew that the writer really liked the characters they were writing about, even if the characters are flawed.

16. What’s an AU you would love to read (or have read and loved)?

This is hard because I love AUs so much and will gobble up anything. For Quodo... Read and loved: Soulmates AU, Fantasy AU. Would love to read: Hunger Games AU.

17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it?

I don't have a highly specific one, but I have an angel and demon AU for Quodo and a superhero AU for Altdea/Rindea that I'd love someone else to write (I don't have the ideas and/or time).

25. What other websites or resources do you use most often when you write?

Probably a bit boring but in terms of websites, it's probably an online word counter when doing writing sprints (because the text editor I use most often doesn't come with one) and a thesaurus (because sometimes I struggle to find the word I'm thinking of, like, "What's the word that means X but has somewhat of a Y connotation," or whatever -- I'll look a nearby word up in the thesaurus until I find what I'm looking for). Wikipedia as a place to start for basic research. Fan wikis and Chakoteya.net for quick canon review.

Thanks for the ask! 😄

a collection of questions i, as a writer, would love to be asked !!!

#long post #fic writers meme #weaver0fwords #quodo

[reiverreturns]

[20 Question Fic Writer Tag]

Tagged by my darling @milfeivor. I may not have written consistently in months but BOY do I like talking about it.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Twelve

2. What is your AO3 word count?

122,303

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Well I'm not writing much at all at the moment (bad menty health innit) but over the last year it's been pretty much entirely Top Gun Maverick, with some Assassin's Creed in the background just for funsies

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Quiet Promises (TGM) - 418

For Those We Left Behind  (ACV) - 383

Calefaction (TGM) - 292

Attrition (ACV) - 225

When We Collide (We Come Together) (TGM) - 184

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

I try to respond to every comment I get because I think it's common courtesy when someone's taken the time and effort to leave one. I'm a little bit out of practice though (kiss kiss kiss grovel grovel grovel @ those left on read in my inbox)

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

Blessed Are The Meek (FC5) maybe? A canon-compliant character study of Jacob Seed and his fucked up cult family has no iteration where things turn out well in the end.

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

I don't know actually - maybe Quiet Promises because I just really enjoy that ending and it's one of the only bits of published fic I've written I can reread and not want to edit more. If I ever finished writing the last chapter of Swim Until You Can't See Land it would probably be that but I'm just so very very lazy.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I had a tumblr anon one give me shit for not putting icemav in a fic but it was so fuckin weird to get I just deleted the ask. My brother/sister/comrade in christ I am the most niche rarepair stay-in-my-lane kind of fic writer. I am not a popular author in any fandom I write in. Why on earth would you think I care.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I try to write smut once a year when Eurovision sends me into my annual bisexual frenzy. It's not very good (my smut, not Eurovision)

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Short answer is no. Long answer is no with the exception of a Pacific Rim/Assassin's Creed crossover which I keep as a never-to-publish deliriously self-indulgent writing exercise to dip into when I don't feel like being perceived through words. I've got a whole Hytham/Jacob thing going that I'm fucking feral for which is soooooooo big brained of me imo.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of. I've read fics before where I can pick up a clear influence from my work on theirs but nothing like a straight up copy + paste.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nah. I've considered translating my own fics into Scots but it feels like a lot of effort for the sprinkle of folks who might read it.

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

No but I wouldn't be against it. I did a lot of rp writing back in the day with OCs and I really liked the collaborative aspect of it.

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

I don't pick favourites I love all my insane children equally. I will say most ships I gravitate towards have a doomed by the narrative / love doesn't conquer all but it's enough in the moment kind of dynamic and I can trace that back to some of my early favourites (Ten/Rose, Merthur) to now (Kassidas, Eivor/Vili, RebelCaptain, so on)

15. What's a WIP you'd like to finish but doubt you ever will?

For Those We Left Behind. I have a lot of love for that fic but it is very reflective of the time in my life when I started writing it (bouncing off the walls bored out my tits under lockdown.) Lots of enthusiasm and energy to pour into it but little patience or planning. I look back on it as an unwieldy, rambly thing. I still do pick at it (and want to keep updating) but if we're honest I don't think I'll ever quite reach the finish line beyond the pieces that are already firmed up in my head.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I can turn a tasty metaphor on occasion. I tend to think I have a strong handle on the characters I write the perspective of and put a lot of effort into making them feel true and honest to the source material.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Plot - there's a reason why I tend to write canon compliant/canon adjacent and it's because it gives me the bones of the canon to work from. Pacing is a perpetual struggle. My attempts at smut are laughable.

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

If it's done to serve a narrative purpose and/or show something about a character, sure why not. Absolutely abhor written out accents though (unless, again, for a very specific narrative/character purpose.)

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter and Stargate. There's probably still some 12/13 year-old Reiver fic floating around in the internet ether that I hope no one is ever subjected to again.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

I honestly don't have one - everything I've published I've loved at one point or another for a variety of reasons. Gun to my head I'll say Quiet Promises because I think it's one of the highest quality fics in my catalogue from an editing, pacing, and character perspective. Writing isn't about the technical skill to me though, it's about how it makes me feel and the audience feel, so no favourites here.

Tagging is still dogshit on desktop so consider this an open tag to anyone who wants to do it (but @ me I'm so nosy and want to read the responses)

#thanks for tagging me ky <3 #tag games #reiverwrites

[colbychu]

Thanks for the tag @jadore-andor - Honestly feels like a celebrity knows my name I'm freaking out lol

Favorite Color - honestly depends on the thing (cope out I know) but right now I'm feeling terra cotta and light almost pastel aquamarine blue. holy shit I sound like one of those moms that go to Arizona on vacation and suddenly love the desert and turquoise. dear lord

Currently Reading - The Master and the Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov. I joined a Pedra Pascal book club this year; this is the only book I could find at Half Priced Books. Very surreal. Feels like reading a Salvidor Dali painting. But if I'm being honest I'm almost entirely reading Stranger Things fics

Last Song - Candy Says by Velvet Underground because of an Eddie Munson fic I loved and now because my brain is a sieve can't remember who wrote it. Otherwise my go-to recently is Never Too Much by Luther Vandross it's too good. It might be my vecna song. NO, if I'm taking a page out of Joe Quinn's book, my vecna song is Upside Down by Diana Ross

Last Series - Finally finished Stranger Things S4 two days ago. I had the ending ruined for me by someone on July 1st and out of protest didn't watch it for a while and finally found the strength to finish. But I'm almost done with season one of Hacks on HBO and am surprised how much I've enjoyed it so far.

Last Movie - unfortunate it was that last Doctor Strange movie. The multiverse of madness or whatever the fuck it's called. I have a lot of thoughts about how bad this was and its lazy ass writing and storytelling but I won't bore anyone with those opinions now....as if anyone will read this lol

Sweet/Spicy/Savory - I'm definitely a spicy/savory person. I do love a dessert don't get me wrong, but I have no problem saying no to one if offered and it's something gross like those supermarket sugar cookies. Oddly enough, as a chef, I prefer to bake when I'm upset or stressed. Love the precision of baking over the unpredictability of general cooking.

Currently Working On - Not a writer, my ADHD will just not allow me to sit still long enough to do it and I'm always bouncing from one idea to another. I do sometimes dream of helping some of the wonderful and endlessly talented writers on here or AO3 either as a beta (imma be honest I think I know what this means, but I'm probably wrong lol) or just a sounding board for ideas.

SOOOO I think I've done this thing correctly. I've never done one of these tagging games before - always wanted to!

I tried reblogging it from the post I was originally tagged in and Tumblr wouldn't let me. IDK if that's a me problem or what but this new-fangled technology is just getting out of hand lol I'M OLD SUE ME! Again thanks so much to @jadore-andor for the tag, it really feels like an honor lol

To follow her lead I'll try to tag some other mutuals I'd love to know more about ( absolutely no pressure! ) : @generalfoolish @juletheghoul-main @eddiemslvt @little-saucepan @flamehairedwritings @stupidityemporium