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camille-lachenille · 5 months

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End of the Year Fic Rec

I was tagged by @echo-bleu and @dreamingthroughthenoise and it was very difficult to select only five fics for each category but here's my Must Read fanfics list, mostly Silmarillion but with a few LotR and one Hobbit. Also, I cheated at some point so you have one more fic rec as a treat

Recommend up to 5 series or multi-chapter fics from 2023 that everyone should read (multi-year WIPs count, if the last update was in 2023).

We will make this place our home by @leucisticpuffin

Summary: Elrond and Elros are sent to live with their distant cousins in a house that is crumbling slowly to pieces. They aren't especially happy about this. For Maedhros and Maglor, the twins are a rare chance to start living again.

Why you should read it: This is a whimsical, heartwarming yet bittersweet at times story about finding one’s place in a new world and what makes a family, grappling with the ghosts of the past and the pain of being a child left behind. Also the most exquisitely written modern AU (the style is just chef's kiss!) I’ve read so far, 100% recommend it!

Maglor is an Eldritch Horror by @thescrapwitch

Summary: After thousands of years singing to the sea, Maglor has become something strange and terrifying. But he still loves his family, and his family still loves him.

Why you should read it: Sometimes, family is a Half-Elf, his wife, their children, a shy and whimsical bard and the Eldritch kidnap grandfather who haunts the house; or how to write slightly creepy fluff. This series is pure heartwarming material and giving Elrond the happiness he desserves.

The Day the Horse-Lord wed the Lady of the Seas by @colinnoahmayhare (rated M)

Summary: After the War of the Ring, Lothíriel, Princess of Dol Amroth, finds herself at the receiving end of the search for peace and prosperity by being used as a pawn in an alliance made between kings and princes. Married to the King of the Riddermark, Éomer, she has to navigate being a foreigner in a foreign country, being a Queen to a King, and to learn to live and love with a man she hardly knows.

Why you should read it: This story is an intricate, gut wrenching exploration of what happens in Rohan after the War of the Ring, featuring delightful worldbuilding, lots of politics, revenge and honour. Now with Familial TraumaTM and Couple AngstTM for extra flavour!

And the Stars Shine the Same by @runawaymun (rated M)

Summary: After the Éothéod revolt against the Wainriders, the northern tribes seek to form strong alliances with their neighbors. Lord Frumgar tasks his son Fram to lead the delegation to Imladris. With him, he brings gold, fine horses, and two young thralls chosen by his father to be given to Lord Elrond himself. Elrond is conflicted to say the least.

Why you should read it: Do you like pre-canon Third Age history? Do you like worldbuilding about a few names from the Appendixes of LotR? Do you like found family and Good Dad Elrond? Do you like complex characters learning how to live with their traumas? This story is for you! (Just mind the warnings in the tags)

The ghost you dress up as (knows how to haunt) by @deadqueernoldor (rated M)

Summary: Maedhros was not the first Finwëan to be captured and taken to Angband, nor did he remain there the longest. Ranyatinwë, twin of Caranthir, was the first.

Why you should read it: Tinwë is such a complex character, 50% spite and 50% trauma, and this whole story is so, so promising already! (Really, you should read all the Strength of our Bonds series for extra unhinged, spiteful and unrepentant kinslayer Tinwë. I support women’s rights but in Tinwë’s case I firmly support women’s wrongs). This is pure post-Angband angstfest and dysfunctional siblings caring for each other in their weird way. If angst can be a comfort story, I found it.

Recommend up to 5 single chapter fics/one-shots (long or short) from 2023 that everyone should read.

Life in Miniature by @thescrapwitch

Summary: Turgon uses his hobby of building cities to recreate Gondolin, this time on a much smaller scale.

Why you should read it: For re-embodied Finwëan rebuilding their relationships as they work together on a miniature city; a heartwarming and really nice metaphor.

Hearth Fire by @dreamingthroughthenoise

Summary: Findis and Feanor speak before the Flight of the Noldor and share in their grief the best they can.

Why you should read it: Because there are so few stories centered around Findis and her feelings about her family and this one is so interesting and well written. Also, Findis is my Blorbo and everyone should read about her until they're consumed by the Blorbo.

your veins are empty of dust by @echo-bleu

Summary: Anairë finds her late one day in her workshop, surrounded by slabs of stone larger than her. Nerdanel is hammering forcefully at one of them, the barest hints of an elven shape already taking form in the marble. Bitter, stinging tears run down her cheeks and into her collar, and her arms ache with exhaustion.

The body is only barely sketched, but the face is already chiselled, smooth curves and angular cheekbones.

Fëanáro emerges out of the marble, looking like he’s about to take life.

Why you should read it: For a heartbreaking dive into Nerdanel's grief, her friendship with Anairë and how Nerdanel's art becomes her way to cope with loneliness and grief.

see it fall, child of war by @swanmaids

Summary: Elwing's time runs out.

Why you should read it: Because these may be the 740 most impactful words I've read about Elwing since I discovered the Silm fandom.

soldier keep on marching on (waiting on that morning sun) by songofswiftsunrise

Summary: Boromir lives. The world is the smallest bit brighter for it.

Why you should read it: Do I need a more convincing argument than what the summary says? Boromir lives and everyone is happier. I love a good fix-it and this one is very well written indeed.

Recommend up to 5 fics NOT from 2023 that everyone should read (oldies but goodies.)

The Carpenter’s Son by Zimra (rated M, warning for rape/non-con)

Summary: An untold story of conquered Dor-lómin, in which an Easterling carpenter has a child by his Hadorian slave.

Why you should read it: This story explores in a very interesting way a par of canon that is almost never mentionned (except in the Narn). The main character is attaching and I really cared for her and her son. The hindsights in the slavers' minds are chilling with their realism and this whole story is just so well written. Also, it ends on a note of hope.

And what I am needs no excuses by aurembiaux

Summary: Sam has always been in love with Frodo. It's only that it takes him forty years to realize that he is.

Why you should read it: Probably the most heartwarming and relatable self-discovery story I’ve ever read; set in England from the WWII to the 80’s, with all the social changes that happened in this time period. Featuring Supportive Dad (and Friend) Sam as the main character and a whole bunch of introspection. One of my all time comfort read!

Mark of a Warrior by starryeyedknight

Summary: After the funeral for Theoden, Merry wakes up to a problem experienced by many a young man after a night of heavy drinking. The ink on his arm doesn't appear to be washing off…

Why you should read it: This one shot explores the relationships Merry formed with the RIders of Rohan, the grief he has in common with them and how he found his place amongst the riders, all of this with delightful humour and lightness despite the initial situation.

Dancing with my punchlines by LiveOakWithMoss (rated M)

Summary: In which the sons of Fëanor throw house parties, the beer is terrible, 20-something hipster elves act like their drama is as bad as it is in canon, and macking on cousins is fair game.

Why you should read it: If you like a good old modern AU with tons of drama of various sorts, amazing ace representation and general Finwëans shenanigans, this is the story for you.

Old Maggie Took by @deadqueernoldor

Summary: The headcanon about Maglor, second son of Fëanor, lives hidden in the Shire? Yes.

Why you should read it: My ultimate comfort read series; featuring mouth-watering descriptions of food, kidnadopted fam and Maglor being an overgrown hobbit and trolling everyone in ME and Valinor. This is fluffy, this is silly, this is prefect.

Recommend up to 5 of your own fics (completed or WIP) from 2023 that everyone should read.

Dreams of Doom (rated M, warning for Major Character Death)

Summary: “She runs in the dark, alone. Where her feet carry her, she knows not, and her heart is heavy with dread. Someone - something - is watching her.”

Niënor from the moment she arrives in Brethil to her death.

Why you should read it: Because this fic is my firsborn child and I am insanely proud of it, especially since I went so out of my comfort zone to write it. It features two of my obscure blorbos and I poured my soul into it.

Ice Age(s)

Summary: Ice skating through the ages, from Idril learning with her grandfather to Elrond perpetuating the familial tradition.

Why you should read it: This is a fluffy fic, mostly, and it's also a gift for the amazing @echo-bleu. I also wrote it in a sort of trance in the middle of the night, passed out the moment I posted it and had no memory whatsoever of what I had written upon waking up in the morning, yet I still love this fic dearly.

I never wanted to walk in your steps

Summary: Tilda was ten, the same age Sigrid was at her birth, and her world was collapsing more than when Smaug had destroyed Laketown.

Why you should read it: Because I privately call this fic Hobbit angstfest. I took a sad, doomed ship and asked myself "how can I make it sadder?"

ar ámen apsenë úcaremmar

Summary: Few know of Findis the Faithful, eldest daughter of Finwë, who never lost hope for her family.

Why you should read it: I took my obscure blorbo and set her in a medieval-ish AU. It's sad and a little hopeful too and there's a lot of Quenya interspaced through the story.

Quiet morning in Gondolin

Summary: Idril and Eärendil spend some time together before the city wakes up.

Why you should read it: I'll put the link to the beautiful art that inspired this ficlet and let it speak for me.

And I tag everyone I tagged in this post who hasn’t already done this fics rec tag

#fic recs #tolkien #the silmarillion #the lord of the rings #the hobbit #long post

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meshlasolus · 4 months

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What Once Was Mine

Chapter 13

Series Summary: Locked away in a house her entire life, she always dreamed of exploring the nearby kingdom for just a day, believing it could make the rest of her days in solitude bearable. What she was unaware of, was the real reason she’d been hidden away for so long. Change comes swift like a flying dagger when a thieving bounty hunter seeks solace in the old home.

Din Djarin Royalty!AU / Tangled!AU

Pairing: Din Djarin x Princess Kryze!Reader

A/n: LAST CHAPTER THANK YOU ALL FOR READING

Warnings: literally just fluff and nothing bad and a very happy ending to this somewhat horrific angstfest if the story. it took us long enough to get here we deserve it.

You awoke to the sun, just like most mornings. The golden rays touched your face and creeped over the dark blue duvet that covered your body. You reached out your arms in front of you, forgetting that there was a sleeping form resting close by.

He stirred, his groan of morning struggle getting caught somewhere in his throat before he started to turn over. His eyes barely open, he smiled, closing them again and snuggling closer to your warmth. He’d never grow tired of lying by your side. It was both a comfort and a reminder to him, that he wasn’t alone anymore, and would never have to be again.

For years he awoke next to sleeping women, leaving at the crack of dawn before they even knew he was up. They would sigh in a slight sadness, moving on to resume their lives. Never hearing from him again, or never even seeing him around after. He was a ghost in the shadows, many longed to catch him, in several different ways, but he was fleeting. A wanted man.

Now he laid in serenity, the glow of the early morning around him as his truest love stirred in his arms. He didn’t have anywhere else to be but here, with you. Loving you.

“G’morning,” you mumbled, face halfway in your pillow. The softness was too wonderful not to take advantage of. You remember days when your softest pillow was a struggle to keep from falling flat.

“You sleep well?” he asked, smiling at the cuteness of your sleepy state.

You knew that though it was against your wishes, you’d have to awaken at some point. There was a royal banquet being held in your honor on this day. Your King consort would also have to attend, to his detriment of never wanting to leave this bed.

You were his wife. He wanted nothing more than to keep you away and to himself for at least the day, but there were duties to be upheld, and he understood that. You were worth it, he reminded himself every day. Even on the days he thought you’d cost him his life, he still chose you, wanted you. He loved you so deeply that not even the devil himself could make him draw away from your gentle touch, or your sweet words. Your innocence, the thing he first noticed about you from the moment he saw those beautiful eyes. They were full of curiosity and wonder, untouched by the darkness of the world. And even still, after witnessing the horrors and fighting your way through… that sparkle in your eyes remained. It was still present and still gleaming.

“Better than I almost ever have.”

He smiled into your skin, breathing it into his senses and letting the scent take over his brain.

“Let’s stay here. No party, no people. Just us.”

You sighed, the thought of ‘just us’ was wonderful, but couldn’t possibly be entertained on a day like today. Perhaps tomorrow, or the day after, or any other day for the rest of your life. Those were the perks of being married. You had him forever, now.

“We can’t…”

“I know.”

But it was okay, because even in the presence of a thousand people, you would remain beside him.

The pleasantries were boring, as Din assumed they would be, but he tried to make it more entertaining for you. One at the time, the Dukes, and Duchesses, the Lords and Ladies, and even other Princes and Princesses were greeting and welcome for coming to celebrate this momentous occasion.

There were some guests with their noses held high in the air, those who were not quite apt to the idea that someone who has not been raised in royalty would be taking over the crown. Likely they thought that Gideon was a righteous and good king, because to those on the outside, he seemed so. It was only when others traveled to the depths of the city, the hidden parts, where you could see all the poverty stricken and lesser folk, the ones who did so much just to get by. Under just a month of your rule, that had already changed, but you understood that the outsiders could not see the difference.

Din usually scoffed at them when they walked away, mumbling a small remark about ‘he shouldn’t be making comments on you when he made the decision to leave the house in those ridiculous shoes.’

You’d smile again, and be lifted in your spirits before greeting the next guest.

Some of them were wildly entertaining. Lady Fennec Shand of Tatooine, along with Lord Boba Fett from the same realm. They were seemingly astounded by the beauty of the kingdom, loving every minute of it in comparison to their own. Though they love their home, it can’t match Mandalore in beauty. You end up inviting them to stay along sometime, to take a holiday from their duties every once and a while and retreat in the wondrousness that is your kingdom.

Another interesting and by far the most anticipated guest, is Duchess Tano, one of the high elves from the mountainlands. She is a mysterious and beautiful woman, her headdress was being talked about just as soon as she entered, bestowing a gift upon you and your new husband.

“They are for goodluck,” she spoke, offering two stones that seemed to hold a green hue to them. Much like the damaged stone you once wore around your neck to contain your power. How naive you’d been back then.

“Thank you, we will keep them always.”

She nodded, bowing shortly before turning and entering the grand hall where everyone else conversed brightly. Some of it was gossip, and some of it was genuine talk, but over all, it was for the most part, positive. The Lords and Ladies of Mandalore could see what good you’d done to the kingdom, and they knew that this new prince consort was good for you. He was a strong and honest man, though it took some time for him to receive that new reputation.

As the receiving line dwindled down, the conversations became shorter, the greetings kept to a minimum for the fact that these guests just wanted the pleasantries to be over with so they could enter the party. It had been spoken about all week before it actually happened. You knew that Bo Katan had put hours and hours of work into this event, and for that everything was magnificent.

The last man you saw arrived in a dark velvet cloak. His hood had covered his head until he reached you both, only flipping it up when he was before you.

“Congratulations, I’m happy to hear that Mandalore is back under civil rule,” he held his hand out to you, and you offered your own freely, watching him gently bring your fingers to his lips in a quick and polite kiss. “I am King Skywalker of Ajan Kloss. I look forward to establishing a new and beneficial relationship with Mandalore.”

“Thank you, your Majesty. We would be quite happy to see how our Kingdoms may benefit from one another.”

He nodded, then walked off, his cloak mysteriously floating towards one of the many racks set up for the evening. Din didn’t catch it, he was feeling more suspicious about the man’s intentions with you, as his notions were all too charming. Perhaps he was just feeling jealousy. He was, after all, your husband.

You swore that he was blessed with the same gifts as you, but you wouldn’t dwell on it too much for now. There was a party to attend, and you didn’t plan on missing out. You’d very much like to eat a piece of your own wedding cake.

The stringed instruments playing in the background was the greatest melody, but what was even better, is that while you were sitting, watching Grogu munch his way through a dollop of frosting, you heard a very specific song start to play, and it almost took you out of your seat.

You searched the room for Din, but he’d sneaked up behind you, his hand on your shoulder as he slightly spooked you out of your seat.

“I believe the agreement was I would dance with you until your feet gave out,” he offered his hand out to you, your smile becoming wider than the mountains themselves. You jumped to your feet, taking his hand and rushing to the dancefloor.

It wasn’t long before the song restarted, and this time, there was a singer involved.

He looked down at you sweetly, mouthing the lyrics that he’d come to know by heart. Your song of comfort was now his own, and he would never forget the melody or the words, the way you sang them to him on that first night, the one he realized his old life was over, and it was on with the new.

Even before this life of royalty and fame and pleasure, he’d come to love you as some sweet and innocent peasant girl. The one who’d never seen another man in her life. It was unfair to think that any other man would measure up after that. Her eyes saw him in the most beautiful light. He was everything, and he would remain everything.

As he twirled her around the floor every now and then, her eyes brightened. She’d say she was lucky, but she knew that wasn’t true. She’d paid the price for a lot in her life, and this was the brilliant reward that had always been awaiting her at the finish line. Her prince, her small green ward, and this magnificent kingdom to watch over for all the days of her life.

“When the moon comes up to the shine of a face

The birds are fast asleep

And the lanterns hang from every post

The fairies leave the keep

They join their hands and sing their songs

That nary a soul can hear,”

He leaned in close, kissing you deeply for everyone to see. It wasn’t proper, and it certainly wasn’t something of tradition, especially for the monarchy… but he would not waste his time to present a false appearance. He’d wanted to do that since you both arrived at this party. His kiss was sweeter than wine, and softer than a summer night. Everything he wants he now has, as long as he gets to remain here, on this dance floor, holding you tight.

“In the springtime when the earth is new

To the fairies they draw near

To the fairies they draw near….”

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half-deadmagicperson · 10 months

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Angstfest Day 2:

Title: I'll be in Denial

AO3

Rating: Teen

Words: 748

Summary: Danny is loosing his grip on humanity

Warnings: mild blood and tooth loss

Also not all of this fits as 'Nobody Knows AU', but most of it is.

SMASH.

Another case of beakers shattered. Danny sighed as he walked over to get the lab broom. It's been a few days since he died, and he's already having issues. He randomly goes intangibile. Sometimes he'll find himself sinking through the floor or having stuff drop through his hands, like a case of lab beakers for example.

Two weeks later, and it only got worse. He almost got exposed when his eyes started glowing after Dash had shoved him into a locker. Thankfully he noticed and calmed down before Sam or Tucker saw. He wanted to tell them, but he thought against it. They didn't need the weight of their friend's death on their conscience.

One month later, it was getting harder to hide. His ghostliness leaked out at any given chance. It was harder to walk without floating. His eyes glow in the dark like a dog's. He woke up one day to blood on his pillow and a pile of teeth. His regular human teeth were replaced with unnaturally sharp fangs.

So he did what any person would do and tried to ignore his problems. He put on make-up and filed his teeth. Looking in the mirror, he tried everything to look human, to be in control.

It wasn't enough.

He threw on sweatshirts to cover how cold he was. Hair dye was used by the boxes to cover the strands of white that were leaking through. Sam and Tucker had asked him if he was okay when the changes first started happening, but now they don't pay him much mind.

His aura causes people to pass him by. Their minds are too horrified to look. His parents, even his sister, don't notice his coming and going. Hell, they might not even remember he exists.

Danny packed his bags. He looked over at the pictures of before. Sam and Tucker are smiling with him at Nasty Burger. Jazz is teaching him how to bake a pie. His dad is teaching him how to fish. He sighs. His old life is dead.

Soundless steps walk down the stairs. Make-up and dye have been long since forgotten. They don't notice him anyways. Danny places five pieces of paper on the coffee table, each adorned with the names of loved ones.

Tired legs lead him to the kitchen. Jazz is sitting with Mom talking about her AP class. Danny smiles solemnly. He watches as Jack bursts through the door and shows them his newest invention. They looked happy. Danny sighed and turned towards the lab door. He could only hope to have happiness like that again.

Green light greeted him from the other end of the lab. The portal's imposing structure dared him to go in. He grabbed his backpack and breathed a heavy sigh. He can't remain on Earth any longer. He needs to gain control. He needs to move on. The young boy took a weightless step into the abyss.

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Maddie Fenton was cleaning the house when she noticed something on the coffee table. There were five notes each adorned with five different names. Maddie picked up the folded paper that read 'Mom'. Gently, she peeled the edges of the page and opened it to read.

"Dear Mom,

If you're reading this, I am dead. I've actually been dead for a while now, but I didn't want to accept it. It's been hard, not gonna lie. At first it was just little things like dropping beakers, but now -some scribbles- now I can't. I haven't been able to control it. It's been so hard, Mom. I've tried to pretend that I was still human, same old Danny, but I'm not. I've been so lonely, Mom. Seeing you, Dad and Jazz enjoying life while I was stuck watching. It's been hard. All this to say I've decided to move on with my life, or I guess afterlife. And maybe one day I'll be able to see you again, and maybe you'll be able to see me. Don't be sad for me, Mom, I'm trying my best. I'll come back when I'm in control!

-Danny"

Maddie sobbed. Danny, her little boy, was dead! She didn't even notice. She ran up to his room. He's just messing with her, Right? She opened the door to find the bed was made and unoccupied. The woman flung herself onto the sheets.

"Oh Danny, my precious boy," her voice croaked into his blankets.

Maddie spent her night grieving the loss of her child.

#tw mild blood #tw tooth #danny phantom #dp #dp angst fest #angstfest2023 #nobody knows au

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lowkeyanakin · 9 months

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Most/Least Tag Game

Thanks for tagging me @demon----dean <333

Rules: give us the links to your wonderful works with the Most hits/Most kudos/Most comments/Most bookmarks/Most words/Fewest words.

Most hits/Most kudos

No surprise here lol, albeit I scarcely believe people actually like my silly little gen fix-it with one of the NICHEST rarepairs ever. Im very thankful for the attention and the love it recieved and I hope i'll be able to publish the next chapter by the end of this year

Most comments/Most words

Stand By Me again technically, so i'll go with the second one with most words!!! My medieval AU!!! It started as a joke and by the end of it I had created so much lore and tradition and culture, it read like another story entirely. I'm super proud of it and extremely happy that I managed to finish it <3

Most bookmarks

Useless to say, Stand By Me is still n1 and Golden Phantom is n2. Third place: the first installment of my FACPOV (sort of?) series, also known as the Catverse because I gave Obi-Wan a cat (and Anakin will get one too). I have one more story I plan to write and it's really funny that it all started from a Tik Tok I saw lmao

Fewest words/Least Subscriptions

For the fewest words category we have this flashfic I wrote after being BOMBARDED with pictures of Ewan's hands and I LOVED how it turned out!!!! Plus: my favourite SW writer commented on it and I still can't believe it happened.

Next: fewest subscriptions. Possibly the fic I liked the most writing and DRAINED ME in the best possible way. It's written as a sort of inner dialogue and man, I love writing crazy shit from Vader's pov. He's so fucked up and broken and full of contradictions. I wish more people read it but it's definitely not everybody's cup of tea.

Least Bookmarks

Another flashfic about Anakin and his relationship with sand that I absolutely adored writing but that basically no one read, yeah. It's a pity but it doesn't suprise me because it's the second fic in an obianidala series and there's not many people into the ship.

Least Comments

My first ever whump obikin fic lololol, no surprise here, it's quite old and not very well-written.

Least Kudos/Least Hits

Category: least kudos! At n1 we have Sky and Sand, then Battle fot the Sun. Third place goes to my pinocchio AU! Obi-Wan is horribly sad in this one because Anakin is dead and writing it was terrible because I kept crying lmao. I still love the concept and I'll probably edit it at some point because it wish it got the attention I think it deserved. It's a good one, at least for my own standards

As for least hits, other than Sky and Sand and Battle for the Sun we have its prequel, in which I make Obi-Wan suffer horribly like he does in the OWK series. Once again, basically no one read it and I wish more people did because I love writing angst and this one is OOOF an angstfest.

This was fun to do, I no-pressurely nominate @edgeofn1ght @complementaryhalves @jabba-theslutt @maiaspen @barmadumet @obiwaned @purrvaire <333

#star wars #elisa writes #elisa answers #tag game #obikin #anakin skywalker #obi-wan kenobi #ask game #obianidala #vaderwan #darth vader

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dangermousie · 2 years

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So, I went looking for the novel Forbidden Love is based on (the upcoming Dylan x Yukee angstfest), and you will be happy to know that despite the title it is a happy ending but also, more importantly, the ML is a fake eunuch. How that would ever work is beyond me but apparently it is the case.

Just as well, even the thought of all the hard work that would entail for a woman wanting to sex a real eunuch seems exhausting. I am a lazy person and prefer shortcuts in all situations so I am happy for the heroine and her ability to get easily laid.

Novel is here, thanks @mercipourleslivres:

https://m.shubaow.net/186/186866/

(Not translated but you can use google, yandex or deepl if you are OK with reading MTL.)

Congrats on not being a eunuch, dude!

#cnovel #forbidden love #dylan wang

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hiccanna-tidbits · 3 years

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Jackunzel Month

Day 15 - Red Riding Hood

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AKXNBAUDOV I’M SO HYPED FOR THIS PROMPT Y’ALL YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW

So Amanda freaking Seyfried, also known as the epitome of live-action Rapunzel casting options, was IN a Red Riding Hood movie adaptation in like 2011, and the main couple in that movie like??? Highkey has Jackunzel energy??? That uhhhh maybe definitely inspired this angstfic I wrote in large part XD

Also I couldn’t NOT include a picture of Amanda Seyfried from the movie in the moodboard because COME ON

Well anyways, I started writing this fanfic, and halfway through was like “oh this is kinda dark and fucked up” and then. Kept writing anyways XD Y’ALL C’MERE FOR ALL YOUR JACKUNZEL ANGST NEEDS, I GOTCHU

One-shot preview is under the cut! Go read the rest on my fanfiction.net, Infrared-Ultraviolet! I’m very proud of this absolutely shamelessly edgy angstfest :’) Uhhhhh slight CW for body horror and gore in the later parts, though. I kinda went ham on the dark shit ^^; There’s a happy ending though, I promise!!! My children have suffered enough in canon.

Moodboard pic credits available upon request!

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“Rapunzel, I need to ask a favor.”

A shadow flitted over the pages of Rapunzel’s book, temporarily blocking the light streaming in the bay window. She looked up to see her mother, the woman’s expression troubled.

As Arianna settled down into the sunny, cushioned reading nook, Rapunzel heaved a sigh. She slipped in a small bookmark and pushed the book aside. “What is it, Mother?”

“I’m sorry.” Arianna bit her lip, not quite meeting her daughter’s eyes. “I don’t mean to interrupt.”

“You didn’t, really,” Rapunzel lied. Although she would just as soon have finished her story than have to deal with whatever this was, she always made time to help her mother. Arianna worked so hard for her, and Rapunzel had always felt she needed to honor it.

“I—I need you to deliver something, sweetie.”

Rapunzel raised her eyebrows, wondering why this was phrased like such a grave undertaking.

She ran errands for Arianna all the time. She was always more than happy to go into town and shop for clothes or books, or pick up fresh food and trimmed flowers at the nearest market. Of course, she rarely delivered things, but it didn’t seem like too difficult a task.

“Okay,” she said slowly. “Who to?”

“Mother Gothel, on the path through the woods.”

Oh. Rapunzel stiffened.

“Mother Gothel? The wi—”

“Don’t call her that.” Arianna cut her off, eyes hardening. “She’s not—she doesn’t do dark magic. She’s just a little eccentric is all.”

Rapunzel had heard the rumors about Mother Gothel, holed away in a dilapidated little cottage in one of the darker parts of the forest. Her home was at the end of a long, overgrown trail that rarely got a full dose of sunlight. It was anyone’s guess why she chose to isolate herself from the rest of the town, or why she didn’t try to move out of such a dangerous spot. The woods were unforgiving enough that Rapunzel had trouble imagining anyone braving the heart of it without some kind of self-defense magic.

The forest had a reputation. Go too deep in, and you’d be claimed as a part of it…in the most brutal and visceral way possible, no less. There were plenty of records of villagers disappearing over the years, wandering into the tall pines and never coming back out.

It would be easy to dismiss as the work of particularly aggressive bears and mountain lions, if not for the stories of grimy, harried townsfolk coming out of the forest with their clothes in shreds. They often stumbled into town on moonlit nights, raving on and on about wolf attacks. They claimed they saw friends and family and lovers bitten by hideous, lupine creatures, transforming into monsters right before their very eyes.

She shuddered. The tales were common enough that the forest had become known for its…lycanthrope problem, to put it lightly. Rapunzel and her parents lived near the village edge themselves, but the long shadows of trees only loomed over their roof from one side.

As for Mother Gothel, Rapunzel had seen her in town a few times. The old woman seemed normal enough—friendly, charismatic, a tad overdramatic and loud, but nothing Rapunzel would give a second glance.

Mother Gothel had a strange aura about her, though. When she chatted up Rapunzel, something always seemed off. Maybe it was that she was a little condescending, phrasing things like Rapunzel was stupid when asking about her family, her home, her friends. Not that the conversations ever went on more than a few minutes.

She also tended to reach out and touch Rapunzel’s hair when she was taking to her, always marveling at how beautiful it was. Rapunzel wasn’t sure she liked that.

Regardless of all that, Arianna’s request was still odd.

Rapunzel pressed her back into a throw pillow. “Why do we need to deliver her something, Mother?”

“It’s complicated.” Arianna wouldn’t meet her eyes again, and Rapunzel’s frown deepened.

“What’s going on?”

“Long story.”

“Tell me, then. If you want me to go on some long trek through the woods, then I at least want to know why.” Rapunzel crossed her arms and pouted defiantly.

“Okay.” Arianna pulled her knees up onto the bay window cushion, hugging them to her chest. She smiled wanly. “Well…did you know your father and I used to be Gothel’s neighbors?”

“What, really?” Rapunzel’s eyes widened in surprise. “So she didn’t always live in that run-down cottage?”

Arianna laughed. “No, no. She was next door to us for a number of years. Your father and I were—well, not friends with her, I suppose, but we were cordial enough. She intimidated us, to be honest. She always had the most lush, beautiful gardens. Frederick and I used to joke she must enchant her flowers for them to grow that high.”

Rapunzel raised an eyebrow. “That’s what you were intimidated by?”

“Quality horticulture isn’t easy, you know!” Arianna reached out and swatted her arm, and Rapunzel laughed.

Her mother’s expression grew serious as she continued. “The truth is that our family owes her a debt. Because of something that happened a long time ago.”

“Really?” Rapunzel couldn’t imagine what a creepy lady who lived in the middle of the woods could possibly be holding over her parents, but her past apparently had as many plot twists as the book she put down earlier.

Arianna heaved a heavy sigh. “When I was pregnant with you, I got sick. Your father and I weren’t sure what the illness was, or what to do about it. The doctor was perplexed. All I know for sure is that I felt awful, and for whatever reason, my cravings were worse than usual.” She laughed dryly.

“I remember I kept wanting…vegetables. Strange choice, I know, when something like cookies would make more sense, but for whatever reason I just couldn’t get enough salad.”

Rapunzel couldn’t help but chuckle, imagining a rotund Arianna Corona cramming kale and spinach into her mouth with reckless abandon. It was an odd thing to yearn for, Rapunzel would admit.

“Anyhow, one morning I woke up wanting lettuce more than anything. It was—well, it felt like so far to the market, and Gothel was out, and her lettuce patch was overflowing—there was no way she could have eaten all of it. Not to mention she also had way too many of this one type of yellow lily as well, and Frederick heard you can make a truly incredible stew with the roots.”

Rapunzel’s eyes widened as the realization dawned on her. “So you stole some.”

Her mother’s eyes swam with guilt. “I know it was wrong. We thought she wouldn’t miss one flower and one head of lettuce. Frederick made a soup from it, and it was the best I’ve ever had. But then…”

Arianna paused, fingers working in the fabric of a cushion. “Gothel came knocking the next day. Turned out she kept better track of her produce than we thought. She was furious. Said we owed her a favor. Frederick tried to apologize, but she wouldn’t have it. I remember she moved about a month later and plucked the garden dry before she left.”

“What happened with the sickness?” Rapunzel asked.

Arianna smiled mysteriously. “I felt better after drinking that strange soup. Maybe there was some magic in it after all. I gave birth to you not long after, powers and all.”

Arianna ruffled her daughter’s golden hair affectionately. Blushing, Rapunzel looked away.

Not many knew about her gift. She kept it a secret from the other townspeople, worrying they would look at her like a freak—or worse, an asset to be used. Her parents were some of the few who knew she had magic.

And Jackson Overland had, too.

Jackson Overland had been a grubby sort of boy, always running through the mud and swinging around trees with his shepherd’s crook and getting them both into all sorts of trouble. He wasn’t the sort of company her parents particularly approved of. Nonetheless, he had been her best friend, and one of the few people she would trust with anything.

Before he…

Rapunzel’s heart clenched with grief.

Both Jack and his little sister Emma had been lost to the ice the previous winter. They were skating on a pond in the forest when it unexpectedly caved, plunging them into frigid water. Rapunzel still remembered how loud she screamed when she went looking for them and found a gaping hole in the ice, piecing together what had happened.

From what she heard, their bodies were never found—not even when the pond thawed in the spring. In all honesty, she preferred it that way.

She shuddered, imagining Jack’s frozen, lifeless face peeking up through the water, brown eyes staring emptily at nothing.

“Sweetie?”

Rapunzel returned to the present, shoving away the image. “So we owe Mother Gothel a favor?”

“Yes.” Arianna leaned back against a pillow in the windowsill, sighing again. “I ran into her in the marketplace the other day, and she asked if you could deliver her some vegetables. She wanted the same ones we took from her, all those years ago. To make it even, I suppose.”

Something in Rapunzel’s skin began to crawl. “Mother…why does she want me to deliver the vegetables?”

Arianna gave her an apologetic look. “She’s an odd woman. It’s possible that since my pregnancy cravings were what brought about the whole issue, she figures it’s only fair that the um…result of all that return what was originally hers. Strange line of thinking, I know. But that’s what she requested.”

Rapunzel’s fingers dug into the cushion, sudden annoyance gripping her. “That’s not fair! I didn’t ask you and Father to steal from her! Why should I have to be the one to make it up to her?”

Arianna winced at her harsh tone, and Rapunzel felt a pang of guilt. She didn’t normally speak so sharply, but she couldn’t push down the bubbling fear rising in her.

“I’m sorry,” she said quickly. “You know I’m usually happy to help when I can. I just—I’m afraid, Mother. I’ve never gone that deep into the woods before. I mean, Jack and I used to go exploring, but never that far. And now I’ll be alone. What if I run into…” She trailed off, stomach clenching.

“Ah.” Arianna’s tone softened. “You’re worried about werewolves.”

Rapunzel nodded.

“I have just the thing for that.” Arianna stood up, giving Rapunzel’s shoulder a friendly pat. Without another word, she turned and walked out of the front room.

The roiling in Rapunzel’s stomach didn’t cease. Whatever her mother was fetching, she doubted it would shake the anxiety of a pointy-eared, bushy-tailed shape trailing her in the shadows, saliva dripping from its great jaw.

Arianna returned a few minutes later with a wicker basket in one hand and a long, bright red cloak in the other.

“Wear this,” Arianna said, handing her the cape. “It signifies you’re under the protection of the Axers.”

Rapunzel frowned. “The Axers?”

“Werewolf hunters. They roam the forest collecting firewood for the town and protecting travelers and explorers from wolf attacks. The cloak is supposed to be a warning sign—a lycanthrope sees that shade of red, and they know they can’t hurt you without risking a hatchet in the chest. I suspect the color is striking enough that they still remember what it meant from when they were human: Stay away.”

Rapunzel shivered again. It was an unsettling thought, imagining the vicious wolves who prowled beneath the dark trees as once having been people. Just like her, just like Arianna.

She took the bright cloak, running her fingers across the silky, blood-red fabric. “So if I wear this…I’ll be safe?”

Arianna nodded emphatically. “Yes. I promise.”

Rapunzel relaxed. That was one thing she had unquestionably gotten from her mother—they both kept their promises.

Perhaps she’d be all right.

“What about Mother Gothel?” she asked uneasily. “Do I have to do anything when I get to her place?”

Arianna shook her head. “Just knock on her door, let her see it’s you, hand off the basket, and be on your way. You don’t even have to talk to her if you don’t want.”

The blonde girl considered. Maybe if she speed-walked, she could be done with the whole affair in less than a morning.

“Please, Rapunzel?” As she hesitated, her mother gazed at her with pleading in her big green eyes—the eyes that reflected her own in a way too close for comfort.

“Fine. Fine, Mother.” Like she could ever say no to that face. “I’ll go.”

***

Rapunzel’s boots crunched against the dirt, hands tightly gripping the basket’s handle. It was only just past midday, but the shadows of tall trees slicing across the path were still a little too dark for her tastes.

She hadn’t strayed from the path. She’d kept an eye on the summer sky, ever a crystal-clear blue. She wasn’t about to lose focus and get lost in the forest, and not notice before deep green leaves completely blocked out the sun.

She wasn’t scared. Being scared was for little girls, not independent and self-reliant 17-year-olds. She was, however, beginning to get the slightest bit annoyed. This whole excursion was taking significantly longer than she planned, and her book back home wasn’t going to read itself. She was also, perhaps, growing a little tense. Not afraid, but tense.

The darkness stretching away under the trees and the anticipation of having to face Gothel in all of her unnerving strangeness was certainly not helping.

Rapunzel cracked open the lid of the basket and glanced down, hoping the smell of the fresh-baked cookies on top would relax her. She made them as a means of placating Gothel, if needed—a way to suck up to the woman long enough to cause a distraction, allowing Rapunzel to quietly take her leave.

Admittedly she had snuck a couple cookies on her trek. Only to keep her energy up, she kept telling herself.

“Hey, you.”

Rapunzel looked up and started.

While she was preoccupied with her baked goods, a massive white wolf had slithered out of the forest. He now sat on the path in front of her, blocking the way.

Her hands trembled as she put two and two together.

He had to be the one who spoke to her. There was no one else around.

Werewolf.

She hadn’t imagined a beast known for its untamed ferociousness would still be capable of human speech, but today was full of surprises, apparently.

Swallowing, she took a step back. “Hi.”

“Where are you off to?” The wolf took a couple paces forward, cocking his head to the side.

“Um…making a delivery to Mother Gothel,” Rapunzel said nervously. “At the end of the path.”

The creature stepped forward, studying her with a pair of striking, icy-blue eyes. He raised his snout, sniffing the air a few times. Rapunzel stiffened.

“Something smells good,” he said. “You make cookies?”

An odd feeling stirred in her as the wolf stepped closer. His voice was rough and gravelly, more canine growl than words, and yet…

Something about it sounded eerily familiar. There was an odd twinkle in those icy eyes, too—one that Rapunzel could swear she’d seen somewhere before.

Creepy.

Not something to mull over, she told herself. She was face-to-face with one of the most infamous terrors of the forest. Not getting eaten should probably take priority over getting to the bottom of why it made her stomach tighten when the wolf tipped his head again and raised his tail up almost…playfully.

It was a strange sensation. Almost a sort of yearning, but for what she couldn’t tell.

No matter. No reason to let her guard down.

“Yes, I have cookies,” she said carefully.

“Magical? They smell too good to be regular cookies.”

Despite herself, Rapunzel laughed. “No, nothing magical in here. I did just bake them this morning, though. You want one?”

Maybe a sweet snack would appease the beast, and she could be on her way.

The wolf sat, wrinkling his nose in what looked like amusement. “Can’t eat chocolate.”

“They’re sugar, actually,” she offered.

His eyes brightened. “Oh, yeah, then that would be great.”

She reached into the basket, pulling out a pink-dusted cookie and tossing it at the wolf. He leaped gleefully into the air, quickly snapping up the baked good in his massive jaws.

Rapunzel started walking again, skirting around the munching wolf. To her dismay, the creature followed her down the path, keeping perfect pace as he chewed.

She grabbed a handful of red cloak, squeezing it so hard her knuckle turned white.

“Don’t try anything,” she said, making her voice as steely as she could. “I’m sure there are Axers nearby.”

“What, you think I want to maul you or something?” The wolf asked around a mouthful of cookie.

Rapunzel didn’t answer, avoiding his bright blue stare. He swallowed and let out a snort.

“I’m not an idiot. I don’t want to get sliced in half. It’s just that I don’t see a lot of travelers on this path. Maybe a guy gets lonely out here, and wouldn’t mind a little company from time to time.”

She stopped, giving him a confused look. “Aren’t there other werewolves?”

“Sure, but it’s not the same.” The wolf looked like he tried to shrug, and wasn’t quite successful with his non-human shoulders. “Sometimes you want to see a little of what’s going on back in the human world.”

They studied each other, both seeming to not quite know what to make of the situation.

The wolf certainly didn’t seem like a brutish, bloodthirsty beast to Rapunzel. They were having a civil enough conversation.

“Isn’t the human world—well, aren’t they your prey now?” Rapunzel asked suspiciously. “The townspeople always warned me about werewolves. Said they only care about filling their bellies.”

Something flashed through the wolf’s eyes. Almost…sadness.

“And you trust them?”

Rapunzel nodded. “They’re my neighbors. My friends. Of course I do.”

“Sometimes people say that kind of thing to make you scared of whatever you don’t understand. I’m sure some of them mean well, but a lot of your villager friends don’t know what the hell they’re talking about.”

Rapunzel scoffed. “Easy for you to say. You can get meals out of people thinking like that.”

She thought she saw the wolf wince, but she could have imagined it. He bounded up in front of her, turning to look right into her eyes.

“This…Gothel. Do you trust her?”

Rapunzel shrugged. “Mother sent me to see her alone, and she wouldn’t if she believed Gothel was dangerous. If my mother trusts her, so do I.”

The wolf sighed. “You really should be more careful who you put your trust in. People often aren’t what they seem.”

“Yeah…like you.” Rapunzel took a step back, frowning. “I think I’m already telling you too much. Why are you so concerned with me, anyway?”

She wanted to slap herself. Familiarity be damned, it had been stupid to trust a wolf.

“Just giving some friendly advice,” he replied evenly. He started to back away toward the treeline, keeping his blue gaze fixed on her. “Naiveté is kind of a sad way to go. You have to watch your back out here. There’s plenty of monsters who’d just as soon use you for their own ends, Rapunzel. Sometimes when you’re that eager to see the best in everyone, you don’t realize how knee-deep in a mess you are until it’s too late.”

“Wait.” Rapunzel froze, the full weight of the wolf’s words dropping on her. “How do you know my name?”

He gave her one last sorrowful look. “I know a lot of things about you, Zellie. It’s—it’s all safe with me, but it won’t be with everyone. You take care of yourself out there.”

The wolf turned, and the last of the fluffy white tail vanished into the shadows of the trees. Rapunzel was left staring after him for several moments, feeling hollow.

#jackunzel #jackunzelmonth21 #jackunzelmonth #jack x rapunzel #rapunzel x jack #jack frost #rapunzel #jackxrapunzel #rapunzelxjack #rotbtd #rise of the brave tangled dragons #the big four #rotg #rise of the guardians #tangled #crossover

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h3l10tr0p3 · 4 years

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MANGA CH. 284 SPOILERS

OF REDEMPTIONS AND ATONEMENTS:

We all been knew, man. We all knew this was coming.

And godDAMN does it fucking HURT. (oh the sweet sweet angstfest this whole chapter is, just *chef's kiss*)

But i legit cannot put into words how deep the choice to 'Atone' cuts on my bleeding bkdk heart. Let's first take a step back and see how Katsuki went from DvK2 to here- that one keystone moment that has given us this beautiful chapter: And I meant ALLLL the way back to Chap. 252

I have already written a whole-ass post based on this panel, which you can check Here.

TL;DR Katsuki was actually paying real close attention to Endeavour in this part. He came to Endeavour to learn exactly what he was missing as a Hero, but he learnt so much more.

This scene in particular left a momentous impact on Kacchan. Here, Natsuo is resistant to the idea of forgiving his father for all his sins just because he is more involved in their lives now. And Endeavour had been dreaming for a while about a Home where he is not present with the rest of the Todoroki's which ultimately gave him the idea of buying a house for the others to live in apart from him. This is HUGE. This is what actually drove Endeavour's Redemption home- the perfect understanding and the perfect compensation, the two elements of a brilliant Redemption Arc. NOT THE FORGIVENESS, just as Enji says it. It is NEVER ABOUT THE FORGIVENESS.

Endeavour understood that it was his presence that caused his family distress, and although he dearly wanted to be a part of his family again, was even making efforts towards it by being cordial and accepting of Shouto's friends, inviting them to a family dinner, etc. etc. Endeavour realized the only way he can compensate/atone was to give up something that would cause him suffering, and them happiness. The idea that your family doesnt want you, when you just started to show some effort and HOPE that they might see you in different light, maybe forgive you and then to just terminate those ties entirely, punting yourself into a void where NO ONE CAN COME IN AND SAVE YOU FROM YOUR SUFFERING, is exactly what Endeavour did. He is actively shutting down the ONE window through which his family could see that he was suffering, and miserable, and wanted to be a part of the family again. Endeavour CHOSE to not be forgiven. To writhe with the knowledge of his sins day in and day out with only the shrine of Dabi Touya to haunt him every waking minute.

I cannot explain just how much determination it takes to do that, man. It's just- WOW.

Excuse me for ranting on Endeavour in a bkdk post, but I swear this has a point. And All Might says this the best:

This is the fanlation, the official release (which I couldnt get my hands on) also mentions that "When I meant you were like Endeavour, I meant the Change"

This here is an important bit that AM has caught onto.

In the 252 panel, where Endeavour says 'It's not like I want forgiveness' (Because Endeavour understands he cannot be, should not be, forgiven) "I just want to make up for everything I have done" (and to back this up, Endeavour shuts down the one communication link that could have offered him forgiveness, and thus salvation from the weight of his sins and his guilt)

Katsuki understood Endeavour's idea of redemption very well here, although he might not be shown with that light-bulb moment. He may have already known this wayyy before Endeavour said anything, but those words lent a solidity and to the path he must persue to acheive redemption: And it's Not forgiveness.

Let me tell you why I think Atonement is the greater factor here, even greater than Redemption itself. Redemption has an end-point: Forgiveness. But Atonement doesn't. Atonement has no expiry date. Atonement is purely propelled by the understanding of self, and the weight of guilt the self bears, whereas a Redemption is All About The Forgiveness.

Forgiveness is an external force, it may or may not be given to you and that is completely up to the person who has been wronged. Atonement is self-imposed, it is a meditation of the soul to forgive itself against the guilt it carries.

If Redemption is a marathon with a banner at the finish line, Atonement is trying to drag a twenty pounds of rocks through the Sahara desert without water, food or a compass- it's endless, hopeless.

And this is why Atonement is greater than Redemption.

And do you think someone as stubborn as Kastuki will ever find himself atoned of his deeds? No. And That, my friends, is The Point. In 252, when Endeavour says, "I dont want forgiveness" it's not just him saying it- it's also Katsuki. "I just want to make it upto you", is also Katsuki.

And to prove it, Katsuki will never ask for forgiveness. A verbal apology will be nice, sure. Especially since dumb-ass, gay-ass, 'Kacchan-sugoi' ass Izuku Doesn't even See it as Atonement. He is just #Blessed that Kacchan and he can talk almost-naturally again. And that is also Katsuki's intention- because the moment Izuku knows, he won't be able to atone this way anymore.

So, as much as I HATE to say this, the chances of a voluntary verbal apology are slim. If allowed to go on like this, Kacchan with continue to shadow Izuku through his life, worrying about him, LOSING SLEEP OVER HIM :

LOOK AT THOSE BAGS UNDER HIS EYES. /*shoves panels in yo face*/LOOK

Can you believe this bitch-ass gremlin who goes to sleep at 8:30 got bags just from stressing over his Deku??????

LOOK AT HIM DOING A HECCIN' MAJOR KOKORO-STOPPING CONCERN.

(He is flipping his shit because he worries, and he worries so much, and has worried for him for a long LONG time.)

- Katsuki will continue on this path of being Izuku's support.

Forever if it takes.

Forever, he hopes, it takes-

Because the only way he will stop is in death, either his own or Deku's.

This is his Atonement: To undo everything he once did, to support Izuku's dream instead of squashing it; To help him get stronger instead of perpetuating the narrative on his weakness; To protect him from all harm, when he once hurt; To be on his side when the whole world is against him, because once he was all, but, for him; To save Izuku as he wins, to win as he saves.

And, To deny each oppurtunity of forgiveness even as he desperately longs to be unburdened of his guilt.

Because Katsuki knows:

He knows Izuku is that one of a million, he is kind and humble and considerate and loving to a fault.

Katsuki knows that Izuku will forgive him in a heartbeat. That is just the kind of selfless, beautiful person he is.

Unlike Endeavour, who had no guarantee to forgiveness, Katsuki does. And that is what makes Katsuki's Atonement more powerful than Endeavour's. He recognizes it is in his grasp, just an arm's length away...

....Just an arm's length.

And Katsuki will deny himself that. Because he does not believe he deserves it. He hasn't atoned enough for it.

"Keep At Arm's Length"

He says. Because this is the critical distance between them. Not "Stay an arm's length away", because Katsuki doesn't wanna run away from Deku, and he doesn't want to be too far away to protect him, nor does he want to get too close to finally recieve the forgiveness that will give him salvation.

This is the fine balancing act Katsuki must maintain indefintely till he believes he has acheived his idea of atonement. (And when has he ever been happy just the bare minimum?)

I know I said Katsuki will never ask for forgiveness, and a voluntary verbal apology is very unlikely, because in it's very nature, it is inviting a forgiveness from Izuku, which we have established, Katsuki wants to avoid. And if this were any other manga, we would have been doomed to this conclusion. But, there is a scenario when Katsuki might issue a verbal apology and that is when Katsuki knows there isn't enough time to be forgiven in turn, or, hasn't atoned enough and can no longer continue to.

Like when Katsuki launches off, to deliver a final kamikaze blow to a villain, and he has only enough time to tell Deku a short "I am sorry", but not enough time to wait for a reply. Or when Deku is dying and at his final moments, when Katsuki knows however much he has atoned isn't enough and isn't how Deku should leave, without closure.

Whatever the future may hold, my dear readers, Katsuki still has a long, long way to go. And I hope to see him live through everything, to be there -

To survive these wars with Deku, To fight alongside him, To protect him. To win. To save.

To Live.

To hear Deku say "I had forgiven you a long time ago";

and ofcourse,

To forgive himself.

#bakudeku #katsudeku #katsuki x izuku #bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugou #midoriya izuku #deku midoriya #bnha midoriya #deku #kacchan #endeavour #allmight #bnha spoilers #bnha manga #mha spoilers #bnha 284

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yoditorian · 2 years

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i know i’ve been a lil quiet on the writing front recently so i just wanted to give a lil update on where i am in my current mountain of wips,,,

in no particular order (though i am prioritising stuff that already has other parts - bolded is stuff i’m working on atm)

reverb - between them and out there

paz/reader lacuna tie in

sad will angstfest (pls be warned this one will not have a happy ending)

pancake king drabble

calendar year part 1

kmywg final part

harbouring

(i’m also aware i have a fair number of requests gathering dust in my inbox - i haven’t forgotten u💛)

also just to note: drift, everything in the sky, and you are and i am are still on hiatus until further notice

#if u have any questions pls just shout #i just wanted to let u know that things are slow going bc of work etc but they are def still going

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featherymalignancy · 4 years

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F*cking Lawyers: Elorcan One-Shot Sneak Peak

Listen: you ask, I deliver. 😎

This is a first look at the Elorcan extension of my ACOTAR x TOG modern crossover AU-verse. Currently, there are two stories in the series: In Vino Veritas, featuring Nesta and Cassian, and Navy Suits and Chelsea Boots, featuring Elain and Azriel.

Forthcoming are The Eyes of Texas, a one-shot about how Rowan and Aelin met, and the below, tentatively titled F*cking Lawyers, which is an Elorcan one-shot that takes place at Rowan and Aelin’s engagement party.

TO BE CLEAR, F*cking Lawyers is at the end of my writing queue at the moment, so this story is forthcoming, but will not be published until Like a Lonely House, my canon Nessian angstfest, is updated (hopefully this week), the next chapter of In Vino Veritas is published (coming very soon), and The Eyes of Texas is completed. I just got really inspired today and decided to bang this snippet out, but I also want to keep my priorities in order.

One last note! For this story, I have decided to spell Maeve the traditional way, which is Méabh, because....I can. Anyways, please be aware when you see that name, that is who I am talking about. Otherwise, enjoy, I cannot wait to hear what you think!

F*cking Lawyers Snippet

Lorcan—conscious of not incurring Aelin’s wrath by making a scene—retreated to the swanky bar in the corner of the lounge, quietly snarling, “Please remind my ex-wife that I started this company before—”

“Wife,” the lawyer interrupted primly.

“Excuse me?” Lorcan snarled.

“You and Ms. Lehane are still very much married, Mr. Salvaterre, and you will remain as such until litigation over your assets is resolved. That includes the cyber-security firm, which—as your wife—Ms. Lehane is entitled to fifty percent of.”

“You smarmy prick.”

“I may be a prick, Mr. Salvaterre, but I’m a prick who is more than happy to rake you over the coals in court should this mediation between you and my client fail. I will send over the documents detailing our latest counter. I suggest you discuss with your attorney and give the offer some serious thought; it’s the best you’ll get from us, that I can—”

Lorcan hung up before tossing his phone onto the bar.

“Fucking lawyers,” he snarled to himself, tugging his tie loose as he gestured for the bartender.

It was only after that he realized he wasn’t alone. The woman next to him was curvy but petite—just Lorcan’s type—and pretty enough to momentarily distract him from Méabh and her conniving bullshit. However, the feeling quickly faded when he noted the rather pointed look the stranger was giving him.

He swore again, low and to himself, as he rubbed his eyes.

“You’re a lawyer, aren’t you?”

She smiled, and he felt a least a modicum of relief that he hadn’t offended one of Aelin’s friends; he didn’t think he could bare the resulting lecture.

“I am,” she admitted. “But not the prick kind, at least I hope.”

Lorcan studied the woman with more scrutiny, admiring the way her hair had been pulled away her face to bare her creamy complexion and stunning dark eyes. Jesus, she was lovely. He wondered if she was si—

An unpleasant realization dawned on him, and he felt his heart sinking in unexpected disappointment.

“You’re not Cash’s new girlfriend, are you?”

The woman laughed, the sound delicate but smoky. It went straight to his cock.

“No, I’m not. Though if you’re looking for someone to represent you in a—”she paused, clearly looking for a polite way to say ‘mess-ass divorce’. “—civil litigation, you should speak to her. Nesta has an unparalleled talent for getting what she wants, especially in court.”

“How delightful,” Lorcan said, unsure if he was delighted or unnerved to find they were flirting.

“She’s actually rather lovely,” the woman said with another smile, adding, “for a private attorney. I’m Elide, by the way.”

She proffered a small, well-manicured hand.

“Lorcan,” he said, his hand swallowing hers as they shook.

“And are you a friend of the bride, or the groom?”

“Do I look like a man who would willingly be friends with Aelin Galathynius?”

It was out before he could stop it, but Elide only laughed.

“You’re one of Rowan’s high school friends, aren’t you? I’ve heard your name mentioned before.”

“Not by Aelin, I hope.”

“She was complimentary,” Elide said before grinning. “For the most part.”

Lorcan fought off a groan. If Aelin had blown his shot with Elide with her fat mouth, he would—

“Though I will say she undersold you a good deal. She said you were tall, but I didn’t—how tall are you?”

Lorcan could fight off the satisfied smirk as she gave him a delightedly brazen up-down.

“6’9,” he said. “Why, how tall are you?”

She laughed.

“Tall enough to ride all the rides at Disneyland, if only barely.”

He was tempted to tell her she was certainly tall enough to ride him if she wanted.

As always, I love your feedback, and look forward to more on this story (and all the others) soon! Also if you’d like to be tagged comment below, that’s where I go to get my tags when I publish! 🍻

#elorcan modern AU #elorcan #acotar x tog crossover #rowaelin modern Au #nessian modern AU

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logynnrose · 3 years

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fic writer asks

1) how many works do you have on ao3?

i have 34, but i’ve abandoned several

2) what’s your total ao3 word count?

224,018 words!

3) how many fandoms have you written for, and what are they?

Never Have I Ever - 22 fics

Anne With an E - 3 fics

Hamilton - Miranda - 3 fics

Law & Order: SVU - 2 fics

NCIS - 2 fics

Single Parents - 1 fic

Shadow and Bone (TV) - 1 fic

4) what are your top five fics based on kudos?

Never Have I Ever... Hooked Up With My Arch Nemesis - 437 kudos

that kind of luxe just ain’t for us (we crave a different kind of buzz) - 337 kudos

baby, you’re the end of june - 325 kudos

Metanoia (n.) - 217 kudos

our coming of age has come and gone - 212 kudos

5) what’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

hmm... maybe tried to change the ending, that one ends pretty rough. but also the angstfest that is My Hands Are Not Clean is a contender as well

6) what’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

i have a lot of fics that end happily but i think Anemoia (n.) has the most satisfyingly happy ending

7) do you write crossovers? if so, what’s the craziest one you’ve written?

would Worlds of Starlight count? it’s unfinished but kind of crossover-y.

8) do you write smut? if so, what kind?

i do write smut! most of my fics have smut, i think. its very female gaze. my first fic for nhie was smut and i think it was one of the first ben/devi smut fics, actually. my god.

9) do you respond to comments? why or why not?

i used to, but doing that started to stress me out, so now i respond to ones that ask me direct questions or give me feedback. i also answer any messages that wind up in my tumblr inbox.

10) have you ever received any hate on a fic?

i’ve never gotten a “hey this sucks” but i have gotten several “this would be better if...” and one of them actually made me second guess a fic so much that i edited it after it was posted. also, in my hamilton days, i got some rude anons but other than that i don’t think i’ve gotten really rude comments or messages.

11) have you ever had a fic stolen?

if i have, then im unaware of it. also, why would you steal my writing? plagiarize off of someone better, guys

12) have you ever had a fic translated?

i don't believe so, but that would be fucking baller if i did

13) have you ever co-written a fic before?

in my hamilton days, yes! but in my current days, no. i would absolutely love to, though, if there's any mutuals listening

14) whats your all time favourite ship?

hmm... i cant really answer that for across fandoms but I can answer for the fandoms i write for!

never have i ever: rebecca/cameron or eleanor/paxton

anne with an e: anne/gilbert

svu: amanda/sonny

ncis: tony/ziva

single parents: douglas/poppy

shadow and bone: kaz/inej

15) what’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

an Avatar: The Last Airbender Zuko/Katara fic

16) what are your writing strengths?

i tend to get a lot of compliments on my prose and characterization, and im starting to really like the style that i write with!

17) what are your writing weaknesses?

probably describing action and feeling

18) what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in fic?

i’ve written dialogue in a lot of other languages for my fics! I’ve written in Tamil for nhie quite a few times and i’ve written in Hebrew (and Arabic, Spanish, French, Italian, Pashto, Russian, German, and Turkish, though that was only a few words) for Ziva. personally, i speak english and passable french, so i tend to use google translate or friends to incorporate other languages as i see fit. as long as i have characters that speak other languages/are around people that speak other languages, i’ll incorporate them!

19) what was the first fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter

20) what’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

im gonna do from each fandom:

Never Have I Ever: baby be the class clown, i’ll be the beauty queen in tears (though this changes daily)

Law & Order: Special Victims Unit: looking down on these bright blue city lights

Anne With an E: Flashover (n.)

Single Parents: Gently Buzzed and Briefly Stockholm Syndrome-d

NCIS: and i know that i’ll lose but it’s not living (if its not with you)

Shadow and Bone (TV): either i’m careless of i want to get caught

Thank you Leila @montygreen for tagging me!

Tags: @parkersedith @sunsetcurvedotmp3 @feisties @catty-words @mellarkably

#tag games #this is mine #tagging with #roses words #too #because theres a lot of stuff linked #nhie #awae #svu #ncis #hamilton #single parents tv #shadow and bone #long post

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discordantwords · 4 years

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fanfic tag game

Thanks so much for the tag @simplyclockwork!

Ao3 Name: discordantwords

Fandoms: Currently BBC Sherlock, used to be X-Files

Number of fics: 22 Sherlock, 18 X-Files

1. Fic you spent the most time on: It took me more than two years to bring White Knight from kinkmeme prompt to posted fic. I’m really happy with the finished product.

2. Fic you spent the least time on: Most of the ficlets collected in Little Contributions were written very quickly. I try to use ficlets as a way to bust through writers block, so I'll sometimes take a bunch of prompts in a single afternoon, pick a few of them and write the first thing that comes to mind.

3. Longest Fic: Out There (131k words! I'm still amazed that I wrote something that long!)

4. Shortest Fic: Not including the ficlets, my shortest BBC Sherlock fic is the Sally-Donovan-centric Cake at 2,420 words. My shortest X-Files fic is Rabbit which was done for the Scully-in-155 collection and is, as you might have guessed, 155 words.

5. Most hits: (Never) Turn Your Back to the Sea

6. Most kudos: Also (Never) Turn Your Back to the Sea, by a very large margin. I remain utterly stunned by the reaction that story has received.

7. Most comment threads: White Knight. There was lots of angst over poor Jealous!John in the comment section!

8. Fave Fic you wrote: A lot of these memes ask this question, and I never really know the best way to answer. The Pillar Upon Which England Rests is the very first story I ever wrote for the Sherlock fandom. It's basically my love letter to Mrs Hudson and I am deeply fond of it. I'm also really proud of Out There, because holy shit plotting that fic was hard and I think it holds together well upon re-reads. And (Never) Turn Your Back to the Sea was one of the most emotional and cathartic writing experiences of my life. It's hard to pick a favorite!

9. Fic you want to rewrite/expand on: I am overflowing with ideas for a sequel to Out There, but while I had a lot of fun with it, writing that fic also took a lot out of me. There was a tremendous amount of planning and plotting and work that went into putting the cases together. It's daunting to imagine doing that all over again. Any sequel I did would be similar in structure (each chapter its own individual "episode" fitting together to tell a larger story), and I wouldn't even start working on it unless I could guarantee that I'd be able to devote the necessary amount of time and effort to the project. I honestly don't know if that will ever happen.

10. Share a bit of your WIP or share a story idea that you’re planning: I'm still working on chapter 6 my post-S4 angstfest Borrowed Ghosts. By the end of this chapter, Sherlock and John will once again be standing in the same room. What happens after that... well... you'll just have to wait and see.

I’ll tag @thetimemoves @khorazir @jbaillier @7-percent @221b-carefulwhatyouwishfor @blogstandbygo and anyone else who would like to do this. Consider yourself tagged!

#sherlock #dw does memes #fanfic tag game #my fic

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jcmorrigan · 3 years

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Here’s normally where I’d make a silly joke about what happens in this chapter, but instead I would like to take the time to remind everyone that this *is* a retelling of the darkest chapter in KH history (but with more random crossovers and revamped AU lore for KHUX era), and it *is* an absolute angstfest, and this is the part where it just gets worse. From here on out, this is not a happy story.

(Well, except for the part where almost every problem caused here will see its conclusion in TBTC. But insofar as Radiance stands alone, you’re in for the road to the bad end.)

Also, the Back Cover soundtrack has been my friend for this whole arc.

#radiance

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knoepfchen · 3 years

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Thank you Alex, my fellow “I have a URL that no longer really fits the fandom I’m in but I’ll be damned if I change it now” TOG AU conspirator, @meet-the-girl-who-can, for tagging me in this!

I enjoy “end-of-year reflection” a lot actually, but I’ve not really gotten round to it much in previous years, and so I’m making the best of my planlessness this year. (Also it’s Theodor Fontane’s birthday tomorrow, and I believe it’s what he would have wanted.)

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 favorite works (fics, art, edits, etc.) you’ve created this year and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you’ve brought into the world in 2020. If you don’t have five published works, that’s fine! Include ideas/drafts/whatever you like that you’ve worked on/thought about, and talk a little about them instead! Remember, this is all about self-love and positive enthusiasm, so fuck the rules if you need to. Have fun, and tag as many fellow creators as you like so they can share the love! <3

The Old Guard found me at a strange little time in my life. I lost my job earlier this year and decided to take it as a clean break, try to go back to university and take it from there. The Old Guard came out the day I got the acceptance letter from my uni, which was great – but also meant I would definitely be starting all over again, and find myself in a long-distance relationship after years of living with my partner. I guess what I’m trying to say is, when I randomly saw the film on Netflix and pressed play, I was in a bit of a mental and emotional limbo from all the uncertainty suddenly going on in my life, and I latched onto the ideas of immortal love and the only true difference we can make is through acts of kindness like a baby koala to its mother. I wrote my first TOG fic a day later, and what a ride it’s been since.

I’ve read fics by and spoken to so many amazing people in the past couple of months, but I think they’ve all already been tagged (because I’ve been reading these posts like the morning paper) and so I will cop out of tagging on this one. (If you haven’t been tagged and want to do this, feel free to use me as your tagger though – I mean it when I say I love reading these posts!)

5 - a slow landslide AND what i wouldn’t gif

I can’t pick between the two so I’m including them both. This is probably surprising to anyone who’s read both because they could not be more different if they tried, but that’s exactly the problem – I like them equally, but for entirely different reasons. (I also wrote them really shortly after one another, and so it’s quite hard to disentangle them in my mind.) But because while I think I personally just want to read the same fic with the same topic from the same authors over and over, the fics I write sure are all over the place in tone, theme, setting and relationship tackled, and nothing has made me happier than seeing people read and enjoy both :)

4 - i am lost, in the robes of all this light

Writing Andromaquynh fic can be a bit demoralising if you also write Joe and Nicky – and I don’t mean this as a dig at all, it’s just that that part of the fandom is smaller and so there’s less people reading/commenting/leaving kudos – but I really like how soft this one got. My friend somewhat rightfully pointed out to me that it’s basically an atonement fic because I felt guilt for writing an absolute angstfest of a witchhunt retelling beforehand, but if you can’t guilt trip yourself into writing fix-it fics, who can you guilt trip?

3 - and you smiled, because you knew.

This is the first thing I wrote in this fandom, and it’s a silly idea (five times Joe proposed and one time he didn’t) executed with a degree of serious introspection I’m not sure the trope is made for. Looking back, the narrative voice is off, the tense I used for flashbacks questionable, and the imagery quite literally all over the place, but it also has some of the best lines I’ve ever written and it introduced me to @avaniesque, who has taught me so! much! about history and been a wonderful beta whenever I forayed into historical settings with the guard, so I can and will not complain about it. (She’d tell me to shorten that sentence, too.)

2 - we that are true lovers run into strange capers

Okay so. For my brain, writing this fic was a little like going to my favourite fast food restaurant every day for a month. It was a strangely addictive endeavour, occupying most of my waking thoughts and causing my Spotify Wrapped to look like a fever dream, but it was also the most fun I’ve had writing anything, ever. By all rights, it should have been a hot mess, (I guess it kind of is, but by the time I noticed it seamlessly transitioned from rom-com to corporate heist it was too late) but that’s the way of self-indulgent fic! I still read the comments on this fic when I have a bad day, because everything about it is my happy place.

1 - not sleepy enough to give it up

I was tempted to put this here just because it’s the last thing I’ve written, and the last thing I’ve written is always the momentary best thing I’ve written. But more than that, I think this is the first time I managed to actually write the fic I intended to write; a fic that, reading it, feels exactly the way I imagined it would in my head. I don’t usually reread my own work, but I’ve reread this one a couple of times for non-editing purposes, and I still love it.

#tag games #my fic

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intrepidmare · 4 years

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JAIME x BRIENNE FIC EXCHANGE RECOMMENDATIONS

Well, I have read about half of the fics in the @jaime-brienne-fic-exchange and these are my favorites so far. Seriously, guys, if you haven't read any of these stories already, you must! It's incredible how much talent is in this fandom.

PS: I don't know/couldn't find everyone's Tumblr, either because they have a different username than on ao3 or don't have a blog here. If you recognize someone else's or your own work that I didn't @, please let me know and I'll edit it 😊

Let me begin with the fics with a love that transcends time and death.

(The first is the story that was written for me!! Please, guys, go, read it, and give some love to the extremely talented writer that came up with it! Words fail me to explain how amazing this fic is. Go read it and then you'll thank me for the rec.)

This is where we start again by @forbiddenfantasies1

Explicit | chapters 8/8 | 40.7k words | past life au, modern setting, canon compliant

Brienne and Jaime had never met, but when they come together to work on a new project, they realize their connection may have been generations in the making.

Or in which Jaime and Brienne meet, begin having flashbacks to their ancestors lives, and are forced to figure out where they went wrong before they can determine how to make it right.

This life and the next by atomsandfairies

Teen and up | chapters 6/6 | 8.2k words | historical setting, modern au

“Do you ever wonder how old our souls are? How many times we have missed and met? How many times we have come together?”

The questions have turned themselves over in her again and again, as long as they’ve been together, before he’s asked, before they’d even found each other.

There is a familiarity between them that seems too old for their time together.

Angstfest addicts, these are for you. Get ready to get beaten with feels. Don't worry, despite heartbreak along the way, all ends well.

My honor in your hands by @aviss

General | one-shot | 2.8k words | hurt/comfort, missing scene, book canon

Jaime lasts the better part of a day before the silence gets to him.

By hearts and hands made fast by anonymous

Mature | chapters 4/? | 10.1k words | 8x04 canon divergence, secret marriage

»But he’d held her wrist even then, thumb stroking, Marry me, he’d said, marry me and never acknowledge it if you do not wish, but marry me as I should have married you that night and every other. If I’m to die, he’d said (with her, he had not), let me die as your husband.«

A grand romantic gesture has repercussions neither Jaime nor Brienne had foreseen.

Lies in the darkness by aleighcarlisle

Mature | one-shot | 4.4k words | angst, hurt/comfort

"Hurt me with the truth, but never comfort me with a lie."

Man With a heartbeat by @sigilbroken

Explicit | chapters 5/5 | 25.5k words | modern au

Angst is not your cup of tea? No problem. You should try the following. Only laughter, happy feelings ahead.

This one last thing by @aliveanddrunkonsunlight

Mature | One-shot | 13.3k words | Canon compliant, Post-ADWD, bed-sharing

Most tasks needed of a knight, he has been able to adapt to with only one hand, but he struggles with striking flint in order to start a fire. It would be easier if she was here.

Jaime and Brienne journey to the Vale.

What loves you back by @bookishpower

Teen and up | one-shot | 11k words | fairytale-ish, post-canon

A retelling, and a continuation. Jaime learns the great lesson of his life.

That Would Be Enough by forpeaches (bluecarrots)

Mature | One-shot | 2.2k words | Canon compliant, Post-ADWD

Jaime, pining.

The unwitting third wheel by @nightreaderenigma (I should've known this was you!)

Mature | chapters 4/4 | 17.8 k words | post-ADWD, canon compliant

Whilst recovering on the Quiet Isle, Podrick develops a crush on his mentor and heroine, Lady Brienne. The only hiccup in his bubble of infatuation is their new travelling companion – Ser Jaime Lannister. Because even though M’Lady Ser and the Golden Knight argue, there seems to be a bond between them he can’t quite place…

Warm by @angel-deux-writes

Teen and up | one-shot | 13.5k words | canon divergence

Before the battle against the dead, Jaime volunteers for a routine patrol with Brienne to try and get some time to talk with her about why she has been avoiding him since he arrived at Winterfell. When a storm catches them unexpectedly when they're still far from the castle, they find a cave to hole up in for the night.

Way enough by laihiriel

Mature | chapters 3/5 | 10.8k words | modern setting, sports au

Brienne had forgotten how much she loved being out on the water. Joining the local boathouse and sitting in a scull again after her accident was the best thing she could have done for herself.

Because of you (i took my time to come around) by Weboury

Teen and up | chapters 4/4 | 14.7k words | Modern setting, road trip, bed-sharing

Jaime, curator at the Tully Museum, wants to spend more time with Brienne, and maybe finally work around telling her how he feels about her. When Brienne, a historian, is tasked with retrieving the legendary sword Widow’s Wail from King’s Landing, Jaime thinks it’s the perfect time to put a plan in motion, only to find himself with Brienne and his cousin Cleos on an awkward road trip across the Riverlands. And then a goat shows up.

Kaleidoscope sky by allison_wonderland

General | one-shot | 1k | modern au, carnivals

A terrible day, an unexpected stop, and drifting closer together.

Backpfeifengesicht by @samirant

Explicit | one-shot | 18.8 k words | modern au, enemies to friends to lovers

Backpfeifengesicht

(German) n. a face badly in need of a fist

See pictured: Jaime Lannister.

Brienne, Jaime and the Accidental marriage by @angel-deux-writes

Teen and up | One-shot | 10k words | modern setting, reporter au

Best friends, co-workers, and roommates Brienne and Jaime were supposed to head to Greywater Watch to cover a local festival for the newspaper at which they both work. They were NOT supposed to get married while they were there.

Those who seek to find by @ice-connoisseur

Teen and up | one-shot | 22.3k words | Jumanji au

But anyway, that was how it started: Arya found the game, and Sansa rolled the dice.

When you play the game of Jumanji, you win or you die.

In better light by winterkill

Mature | one-shot | 17.7k words | canon divergence, post-ASOS

Perhaps Cersei was right, and every ounce of sense and bravery Jaime possessed was lost with his hand. Sansa Stark is my last chance for honor. He really said that to her? Brienne latched onto the sentiment like a hunting hound to the scent of its quarry.

Before dawn, Jaime rises from his bed, wide awake and with a sense of renewed purpose.

I’m going to go with her.

If you're looking for adventures a little outside of the law, check these out

Codename: kingslayer by libkat

Mature | one-shot | 2.4k words | modern au, thief au

The world's greatest jewel thief is after his biggest score when he encounters his toughest opponent, who might also be the love of his life.

The Knight and the thief By @ddagent (this is the only one I guessed the author right. I knew it was you, Kelly)

Teen and up | one-shot | 3.6k words | Modern au, burglar au, hurt/comfort

Jaime Lannister is rich, handsome – and a jewel thief. His next target is the home of Brienne Tarth, where he might finally find something worth stealing.

Last but not least, for those who like to hang out with creatures of the night, this one is for you

Into the spider's web by @jailynnW

Teen and up | one-shot | 4.5k words | vampire au

Jaime has been a Vampire for centuries, dancing in and out of the grasp of his hunter. Brienne is tasked with taking down the Kingslayer. A mission that brings her more than she bargained for...

Hmm, it doesn't look bad that I'm going to do shameless self-promotion now that I've recommended the work of others, right? You know what? I don't care if it does. So here it is the one I wrote 😊

Made for you by me (Mare9548 on Ao3)

Teen and up | chapters 4/4 | 9.6k words | modern setting, arranged marriage

Despite his reluctance to get married, Jaime Lannister is having dinner with his future wife tonight. Quite a surprise he gets when he meets the woman that his father has chosen for him.

I'll come back later with more recs once I've gone through the rest of the amazing stories in the collection.

More recs

#fanfic recommendation #braime #jaime x brienne fic exchange #braime fic

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