#it was fic from february

[tennessoui]

wip wednesday (early cause im offline tmrw)

When the dust settles, Obi-Wan is surprised to find himself still standing.

It takes all of him, he thinks, the end of the war. It takes everything he has.

He used to wonder, in a distant, nebulous way, what it would feel like in the aftermath. How his life would return to the routines he held before Geonosis, if the cadence of Temple life would feel strange and unfamiliar to him after so long spent in the trenches. If he would miss the sound of his men behind and around him, the steady stream of words and laughter and presence of others, at all times, surrounding him.

It’s only when the dust settles, when the first grains of sand whip through the arid desert air to sting his eyes, that he realizes that every time he ever allowed himself to think about the end of the war, he’d always assumed that they would win. He had never truly thought they would be defeated. That the Jedi Order, the Temple itself, so strongly entrenched in the galaxy and in Coruscant and in Obi-Wan’s world view, were capable of falling.

He had cautioned others against the same assumptions the moment he heard them. He had warned his own padawan to not look too far into the future, to not plan too much for the war’s end. He had told many people—clones, civilians, holonet reporters, other Jedi—that it was dangerous to think of the war as something they would inevitably win. Nothing was inevitable, especially not victory.

But he realizes now, only now, only as he traverses the desert on the back of a stolen eopie, wearing robes still smelling so strongly of volcanic sulfur that his eyes are stinging with reactionary tears, that he’d thought. He’d always thought. 

He’d never really considered…this.

This aftermath, where he is still standing on shaking legs and everything that he has ever cared for in the world has become ash, has become the dust settling around him.

Everything he has ever known and loved and fought for has slipped through his fingers. When the dust settles, when he looks down at his hands, he expects to find them empty.

Instead, there is a baby in his arms.

And he knows—he knows intimately how much damage these hands are capable of. What hurt these hands can inflict even on those he loves. Loved. 

He knows, as the homestead rises up in the fading light of the two suns, that these hands should not cradle this baby. Not the son of the man he has murdered. Not his brother’s son. Not his padawan’s. Not Anakin’s.

He knows the babe is safest here on this farm in the care of this couple. He knows he must leave the child with them, to raise and love a thousand times better than he is capable of. He has tried before. He has failed one Skywalker already.

He knows. 

And he can’t. He cannot let him go.

While the Galactic empire rises on one side of the galaxy, the dust settles on the other and Obi-Wan Kenobi looks down at the babe in his hands and realizes that he cannot let him go.

Not another Skywalker.

#omg i went to tag this obikin and then realized that it's like #only obikin implied #it's finally a canon compliant until the last scene of rots fic from me :0 #anyway #obikin #fuck it it felt weird lol it's the fic where obi-wan decides to raise luke #and talks to him to keep from going insane in the first few months after the war ends #because he's a baby so he wont be able to repeat or remember anything #so obi-wan can just get a whole lot off of his chest #and then luke sort of vaguely remembers that obi-wan is in love with his dad later #not because he ever said it but because he felt all that love in the force as a baby #the last angsty thing i write for february!!

[wangxianficrecs]

From the beyond by apathyinreverie

From the beyond

by apathyinreverie (@apathyinreverie)

T, WIP, Series, 11k, Wangxian

Summary: Lan Zhan does not forgive his sect for their part in Wei Ying's end. Kay's comments: I adore this series and the canon divergence it starts. Highly cultivation sect critical, as much as the cultivation world deserves it for their treatment of the Wen remnants and Wei Wuxian. In this series, Lan Wangji leaves the Lan Sect after he finds A-Yuan, unable to live with the hypocricy the Lan Sect lives. Soon afterwards, Wei Wuxian's spirit appears starts lingering around them. Very soft and hopefuly story, for Songxiao enjoyers as well. Excerpt: It is the whispering that catches his attention, a childhood spent where gossiping was forbidden, still having him struggle sometimes with refraining from enacting the rules he lives by on others. “By the heavens, look at him,” one woman is sighing dreamily. “I did not believe such beauty existed beyond storybooks. Cultivators truly are a different breed, aren’t they?” There are some grumbles in male voices, though no one speaks up to contradict her. Lan Zhan is glad that his chosen hairstyle today is covering his ears. “His husband died recently, the poor dear,” another woman interjects, voice lowered almost reprimandingly at the others for their words. Lan Zhan approves. Even if he is somewhat confused at the words. Because… Husband? “Yes, so young, too. And so beautiful as well,” another confirms. “Such a shame. Left him with their wee son to raise all on his own.” “But he still remained even after his death!” another agrees, voice pitched perfectly to ensure that everyone in the vicinity is straining to listen in, two of the traveling merchants rather intent on the local gossip. “Unwilling to leave his devoted spouse and child!” “It is so very romantic,” yet someone else sighs. “I heard,” some bystander, a man this time, decides to interject, voice lowered in that same tone. “That those cultivation people took offense at his husband’s spirit lingering and tried to banish him away from his family.”

pov lan wangji, canon divergence, rogue cultivator lan wangji, thirteen years of wei wuxian's death, cultivation sect politics, ghost wei wuxian, soft lan wangji/wei wuxian, pre-relationship, developing relationship, hurt/comfort, grief/mourning, song lan/xiao xingchen, songxiao, xiao xingchen lives, song lan lives

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(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for this hard-working author if you like – or think others might like – this story.)

#WIP #WIP Rec Week #Work in Progress #Wangxian Fic Rec #The Untamed #Wangxian #MDZS #Kay's Rec #February 2024 #from the beyond #apathyinreverie #teen #short fic <15k #pov lan wangji #canon divergence #rogue cultivator lan wangji #thirteen years of wei wuxian's death #cultivation sect politics #ghost wei wuxian #soft lan wangji/wei wuxian #pre-relationship #developing relationship #hurt/comfort #grief/mourning #song lan/xiao xingchen #songxiao #xiao xingchen lives #song lan lives

[rmd-writes]

Word and a pairing:

Alex/Henry, public transit

I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to get to this! Here's a tiny drabble AU for you:

There are plenty of things to dislike about the London public transit system, but Henry’s regular commute does have its benefits. Every day Henry sits on the bus and watches it fill up until the beautiful man gets on. Inevitably, the bus is full and Henry is greeted with the spectacular view of the man’s arse at eye level. A daily treat. It never occurs to Henry to do anything more than enjoy the view. Until one day, the driver brakes particularly forcefully and Henry finds himself with a lapful of the beautiful, curly-haired man. “Well, hello sweetheart,” he drawls.

#i'm going to try to get the the rest of these today #they're from February I'm so sorry #rmd drabbles #rwrb fic #drabble #aka 100 words exactly #rmd writes: rwrb snippet

[http-byler]

“All’s fair,” Todd claims, boyishly charming when he smiles like this - blatant, unashamed, unveiled, and Neil wants to treasure it, mark it in oil paints and hang it up to dry, to admire. Even amidst the frigid ends of February winter, he feels alight with warmth, with that of spring, of sunshine. 

HAD to draw this part from where we lay our scene by @smoosnoom <3

#still reeling from this fic… I won’t be over it anytime soon but I HAD to get this out of my head or I was gonna go absolutely insane #u have to read it actually… my crops are watered. my skin is clear. my heart is full. and I am finally healed. #now hear me out. I know it’s February in the fic but it made sense in my brain for it to be lush and green bc the whole sunshine/warmth #thing neil says… idk. something something their love changes the seasons something something todd as sunshine melts the snow… idk. #work with me here #anderperry #dps #neil perry #todd anderson #neil x todd #neil and todd #dead poets society #dps fanart #dead poets fanart #dead poets society fandom #smoosnoom #moon <3 #(decidedly not st/byler) #elijah art #carpe diem

[skyward-floored]

Wait crap February is in two days

#AAAAAH #I was like ‘ah yes la de da it’s my sister’s birthday’ #‘...which means it’s the 29...’ #‘...which means itS ALMOST FEBRUARY AAAAAAA’ #I have the first two fics done and two more that are close but there’s two I haven’t even TOUCHED yet #ack ack ack #rambles from the floor

[billdenbrough]

BLOOD EVERYWHERE

aftg · aaron minyard centric · 10.5k, t on trauma, mirrors, and memories

Before Nicky can do more than open his mouth, Andrew says, “I’m abstaining from violence.” Nicky closes his mouth and looks at him. Andrew smiles, almost as guileless as when he’d been on his meds, and spreads his hands. “Joan of Exy’s convinced me.” Aaron snorts. That seems to wake Kevin up, and gets him back on track. “Andrew’s not involved,” he tells Nicky impatiently. “Between Aaron and Neil.” “Why are Aaron and Neil fighting?” Nicky wants to know. “They’re not,” Kevin says at the same time that Neil says, “He’s jealous of my superior relationship,” and Aaron says, “Have you met him?”

read on ao3

#aftg #aaron minyard #aftg fic #neil josten #kevin day #andrew minyard #nicky hemmick #renee walker #this fic is about a lot of things and also nothing lol. mostly it's aaron thinking about his starring moment in trk #copious amounts of aaron thinking about all the other monsters bc i know what i'm about #this also means it comes with all the general TWs expected for discussions of aaron's life and That Scene in trk #[clenches fist] i love aaron minyard i love the twins and their relationship i love the monsters i love the FOXES #anyway this is from february i just had a bad sitch yesterday and am expelling the energy by finally posting things here lmao #this fic is like. monsters hanging out debating something silly and also aaron has trauma and runaway thoughts #u know. [tumblr vc] justgirlythings #all for the game #jane writes sometimes #jane fic links #aaron spends like 1k just thinking about andreil's relationship lmao that's so embarrassing. loser

[quiet-nocturne]

wip wednesday! I have 2 snippets for ya'll because I forgot to post last week again. 💀 I don't even know what day of the week it is half the time, I swear. 🥲

So this is another snippet from my royai big bang fic, from chapter 2, in which Roy is dumb and Riza tells him off (can't reveal too much, because it'll spoil you, but yeah).

Second snippet is below the cut because it's a little spicy. 🔥

Again, this is from my untitled cause I'm lovesick sequel in roy's pov, which I recently picked up again:

#i'm not dead i swear #i'm still here shipping royai #but i was burnt out from february #and march has been depressing me #and work and a cold has been kicking my butt #so i took a little break for a bit #wip wednesday #fic wip #my wips #my stuff #royal #royai fanfiction #royai big bang #quiet-nocturne #quiet_nocturne #we can thank the unmedicated adhd for me never knowing what day of the week it is

[mirrortouchedsea]

Day 15

“Tatsumi-senpai, have you ever kissed anyone?” Kaname asked, sitting across from the other boy in the catacombs. Everyone else had left for the night leaving the two of them alone. 

“Why are you asking?” Tatsumi replied, confused as he moved one of his chess pieces on the board. Kaname didn’t know anything about how the game worked and was mostly just guessing at where the pieces moved. 

“A-ah it’s nothing, I was just wondering…I haven’t kissed anyone.” Kaname could feel his face heating up. God this was embarrassing, why was he doing this? 

“I haven’t kissed anyone either.” Their game of chess forgotten for the moment. Kaname’s face burned even hotter. 

“Would you--would you like to try kissing?” He barely squeaked out. How was the great Kaname Tojou such a loser when it came to his crush? He should be confident and yet here he was. 

“Can you repeat that, Kaname-san?” He loved the way his name sounded in Tatsumi’s voice. It made him want to die in the moment though. 

“Can I--Can we try…kissing?” His voice was still soft but evidently loud enough for Tatsumi to hear if the slight blush on his face was evidence of anything. Tatsumi gently moved their chess board to the side and slid closer to Kaname. Kaname felt his heart rate pick up at the proximity as Tatsumi leaned in closer. 

How was he supposed to kiss? He tried to remember the movies and how they did it, closing his eyes and letting Tatsumi guide him, his lips slightly parted. The moment Tatsumi’s lips touched his he thought he would fly, and evidently his mouth moved before he could think, as Tatsumi let out a yelp and brought a hand to his lips. 

Kaname bit him. Oh how embarrassing! It wasn’t enough to draw blood but still! 

“I’m so sorry Tatsumi-senpai! I didn’t mean to do that! Oh god--” 

Tatsumi laughed. Kaname stopped in his tracks as Tatsumi continued laughing. He wasn’t laughing at Kaname, though, or at least not at Kaname as a person, but rather at his reaction to the whole thing. 

“It’s okay, Kaname-san. We can try again if you’d like.” 

“Y-yes I’d like that very much.” 

They leaned in again and Kaname clenched his jaw to keep himself from biting Tatsumi again, but he got a little overeager again and felt their heads bump into each other and not where their lips were (which was where he was aiming for). Kaname curses under his breath but Tatsumi giggles again (a heavenly sound to Kaname’s ears) and cups his face before gently guiding him to Tatsumi’s lips. 

Kaname was too in shock to do anything for a moment. He was kissing someone. And not just someone. He was kissing Tatsumi Kazehaya, heartthrob of Reimei Academy. He closed his eyes and relaxed, reaching to grab Tatsumi’s blazer and pull him closer. He felt their teeth clack together but it wasn’t as bad as their first attempt and for Kaname, that was enough. 

They pulled away, panting heavily, and Kaname noticed that Tatsumi’s pupils had dilated. He wanted to pull Tatsumi in for another kiss but held himself back, at least for a moment. 

“That wasn’t so bad,” Tatsumi spoke, breathless and full of affection. 

“No, it wasn’t.” Kaname pulled Tatsumi back in for another kiss, narrowly avoiding bumping their heads together again. He could do this forever, just him and Tatsumi in the catacombs, kissing to their hearts content. 

#shay writes #tatsukana #january writing challenge #WE'RE BACK ON TRACK BABEY #i already wrote tomorrow's fic too i will have to edit it #but i'm on a roll today i might work on one of my longer fics #if i dont work on something longer i will die i swear. sobbing #options options.... kaokana fic. big bang fic editing.... the newest longform wip edition which is the madaleo fic #umu what else......... #idk actually there probably is another longer wip somewhere #ignoring the madashu part 2 fic i promised IM SORRY I HAVE NOOOO MOTIVATION FOR THAT ONE RECENTLY #i should do a different madashu fic though. for funsies. i should start a new one #OH THE MADATATSU ONE I WAS WORKING ON RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT #yes yes okay but that one i think i am also putting on the back burner for a bit #but yeah i'm going insane i need to write something longer #i am going insaneeeeeeee just writing short stuff so expect less posting from me in february #for a while anyway we'll see if i can maybe get some chapters of other stuff up #but yeah. anyway cutesies tatsukanas today #cutesies rinniki tomorrow that i've already had people read on discord #and we'll follow it with cute madaleos on thursday i prommy i prommy

[fowlfics]

An excerpt from something that's been in my drafts for far too long now

Luffy & Sabo, pre-canon, Sabo still has amnesia but Koala dragged him to spend a day on Dawn Island and just so happened to time it right after Ace left, and he ended up spending the day with Luffy

Sabo gave in to the impulse, leaning forward to press a kiss against Luffy’s forehead. 

The kid looked up at him, eyes wide and only just starting to fill up with tears. The cry that escaped his throat sounded almost painful, raw and violent, and he lunged forwards, hands fisting in Sabo’s coat as his face pressed against his cravat. 

“I miss Sabo,” he sobbed into Sabo’s chest. 

Sabo gingerly wrapped his arms around the kid. 

“...I’m sorry I’m not the person you want me to be,” he said. 

They stayed like that for a while. Sabo kept rubbing Luffy’s back in what he hoped to be a soothing motion, allowing the kid to let it all out. 

In the end, Luffy was the one to pull away, straightening up as he wiped at his eyes with wrist. 

Sabo gently pulled his arm down, grabbing a handkerchief to use instead. 

He carefully cleaned up Luffy’s face, letting him use the handkerchief to blow his nose once done. Sabo intended to leave the fabric with Luffy, anyway, so it would be fine. 

Once Luffy was all cleaned up, the time has come to say goodbye. 

#one piece #one piece sabo #monkey d luffy #fowlficsbits #this is from a fic thats over 8k now #probably will finish at a total of 8.5k-ish? #and the first 6k of it was written in a nearly feverish dream over just under 6 hours of non-stop sprints at the end of February jasdflkjal #i had the start written two middle scenes and the ending #(this is slightly misleading bc the 'start' was solid 5k lol) #but i got stuck on the three gaps #no more tho #one gap closed #two more to go!

[no-light-left-on]

part of wanting a post-doto story where corvo starts off disliking the outsider and only later being nice is that I now need to replay the games to fully grasp why he would hate him to begin with and nail their relationship after the first game and who corvo was by the time outsider became human or it might come off out of character

#li.txt #dh #no main tags here Im just talking to myself #I love how theyre always written as getting along either from the start or easing into a friendship pretty quickly by the fans #and lets be real its because were all filthy corvosider shippers #but Id be curious to see how their interactions could be if corvo is like 'no fuck you actually' and then goes 'oh wait no shit Im attached #a fascination thats been dwelling in me since like february #I wanted to write a fic like this but if theres one thing I suck at its getting things done #but also hello. hi. if you too are intrigued about this prospeet please. send an ask and yell at me about it #i would be more than happy to indulge you :) #also i made it sound like replaying the whole series is bad #its not i just played all games twiee this year and a third time sounds exeessive #my keyboard malfunetioned oh no

[sitkowski]

On one side of my screen: I started rewatching Lost. God help me On the other side of my screen: working my way through a very smutty scene in the bestie's secret birthday fic

Happy Wednesday!

#sara speaks #personal #for context: i write my best friend a private fic every year for her birthday since...like 2015? #I torment her with it from like October until her birthday in February (or beyond if I can't meet my own personal deadline) #and I try to top myself every year

[neurodiversebones]

returning to a fic i abandoned in december at nearly 4k words and thought was GARBAGE and . wait this is good !!!!! i'm editing it and trying to finish it because it is a very important story to me :-(

#oct-february was the worst time of my entire life so . i felt all my writing at the time was Terrible #the only thing i completed aside from poetry was during my january manic episode #the mania was NOT fun but . tbh that fic i published in january was pretty damn good #anyway . returning to my writing . and i can tell i've grown a LOT as a writer but also . this is not BAD i was just very sad at the time #i think you guys will really really like this fic i hope i can keep up with it im abt a third of the way through

[gojoest]

Are u really having satoru in chastity belt brainrot😳

yea the chastity belt anon from yesterday literally took me out i still think about it 🫠

#[ ai—mail ] #it makes such a good plot for a NNN fic actually #but it’s february #ppl are planning v day stuff and here i am banning the man from cumming

[vanivenivici]

Here's a fic for 2/2, filled with lots of yearning.

A Night in February akeshu | post-canon | 1.7k

During a night out with his friends, Akira sees Goro for the first time in years: across the bar talking to someone else. And he knows that you're watching.

#oh my god I finished it #akeshu #persona 5 royal fic #my fic #fics from pluto #calendar date february 2nd #sorry I haven't written anything in months #my mental health apparently took a nosedive after I got back from Japan in-!?!? SEPTEMBER!? #anyway I've always wanted to write one of these

[ilasknives]

FEBUWHUMP DAY 2 | Solitary Confinement

Day two down! Look at me go! It's been months since I've managed to write anything two days in a row, so I am incredibly excited :) This prompt is also for Arlowe because I adore him. No Artie this time, because it's set years before they meet! You do get to meet Lars, though. Kind of. Absolute nightmare of a man.

Day 2 | Solitary Confinement | Arlowe

CWs for mentions and descriptions of blood, violence, fighting and injuries.

The door slammed shut when Lars left.

Arlowe paced, staggered steps back and forth across the length of the empty room, bracing his weight on the side that hurt less.

It was six steps across the floor. Six steps back. The brush of his shoulder against the wall as he turned, a grunt of pain when his injured leg took the weight wrong.

He kept the door in his line of sight, watching the crack of light filtering in from underneath it. Lars had kept it dark in here, but Arlowe didn’t care. Made it easier to see the dips in the light if Lars walked past, so he could ready himself.

He’d come back, soon. Throw open the door and stride in and finish what he started.

Arlowe wiped the blood from his lip and wondered if he’d be covered in it, later. Lars’s or his, he didn’t care. He ached for the rush of the fight, the crunch of his knuckles against Lars’s jaw, blow for blow until one of them was on the floor.

…Until Arlowe was on the floor.

Six steps from one wall to the other. Six steps back.

He took a moment to lean, peeling his hand away from his side to see the blood smeared across his palm. It stung, but it wasn’t deep. He could still see the matching smear on the bricks next to the door, still feel the gritted bits of stone digging under his skin.

No sign of Lars, yet.

It would be soon, though. That he’d be back. Soon, and Arlowe could let out the restless energy boiling beneath his skin, stop the feeling that he needed to claw something to pieces.

Where the fuck was Lars? Arlowe walked the six steps to the opposite wall, eyes on the door, and imagined the slick slide of his fist against Lars’s bloodied face.

He needed to hit something. The feeling rose in his throat, bubbling and angry, and he swallowed around it. Dropped his shoulder into the rough of the wall.

A moment passed, then two. Three. More.

How long had it been, now?

Arlowe dragged blood wet fingers through his hair and pulled it back, twisting it up and out of the way. Lars couldn’t grab it as easily if it was up. Gave Arlowe an edge over him - he was ready, itching to finish the fight, down to every aching bone in his body.

Lars never took this long. What was he doing? What was he getting?

He never left things unfinished. All the shit he did to Arlowe and he’d never once stopped before he was satisfied he’d beaten him into the floor.

Footsteps cast shadows over the bottom of the door, so he pushed himself off the wall, but it didn’t open. Lars paused outside, and Arlowe swallowed. Rolled his shoulders back, gritted his teeth.

The shadows disappeared, and Lars walked away.

Eventually, he gave in, crouching down by the wall to give his legs a break. Eyes on the door, though. Always on the door, even as he pressed and prodded the wound at his side to dig out the dirt and stones from the scrapes. He wondered, briefly, when that had started - that unwillingness to put his back to an entrance.

Not that it mattered. He’d been watching his back against Lars since he could remember.

Time kept stretching, and the footsteps never came back again. The light under the door never dipped, or changed. No shadows crossed it.

Arlowe didn’t know how long it had been.

He sat, his eyes on the door, and waited.

#febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday2 #whump #whump writing #whump ocs #whump fic #whumpee #arlowe #writing: febuwhump (2024) #writing: bite marks #posting earlier this time but it's 2pm on february second in australia so it's Fine #genuinely so proud of myself though! putting out writing two days in a row #absolutely unheard of from me #determined to keep this up and actually complete a challenge this time

[questinwitchface]

I have a little fic planned, and normally, I write the whole fic out before I post (or at least I try to, some fics take on a life of their own once I start), but I'm, like, really tempted to just post the first part already. Mostly because it's angsty, and I feel compelled to share the heartbreak.

#me and my nonsense #I haven't posted anything since January and I feel weird about it #but I was taking a break from fanfic in February to write a novel #and I did write that novel - the draft is complete #but then I was so so tired because I wrote 60k+ in a month #and like I had a fic planned for Bucky's birthday but obviously that didn't happen whoops #so I really feel like it should be time for me to come back to fic writing #but I don't have any fics DONE and my brain is like CANNOT POST IF NOT DONE which is just silly tbh but whatever #anyway this is me shaming myself for not writing more over the last two weeks I guess? #anyway do people actually prefer fics with consistent update schedules or do people not really care?