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sidekick-hero · 4 months

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💫 Sandy, she/her, 30s, Europe 💫

writing tag ✍️ My AO3

🌈 Multichapter Fics 🌈

Suitcase of Memories (55k | explicit | co-written with @legitcookie)

Boy meets boy. Boy meets boy again. And again, so they decided to go on a date about it. But as they grow closer, Steve's insecurities threaten to pull them apart before they can even begin. Will fate intervene?

I wore his jacket for the longest time (58k | explicit | co-written with @legitcookie | Sequel to we pass the ghosts that haunt us later)

Steve has made some bad choices in the past, choices that have cost him his marriage, and even worse than that, Eddie. The man he didn't realize he was in love with until it was too late. Now Steve must pick up the pieces of his life and figure out how to become the man he wants to be.

It's a story about love lost and love found, about the importance of friendship and family, and most of all, about second chances and how it's never too late to change.

I’m tired of asking to settle the debt (18k | explicit)

5 times Eddie warms Steve's hands and that one time Steve returns the favor.

Or: What if Steve and Eddie had met before the events of season 4? What if they kept bumping into each other because it was meant to be?

hold me close (I’m shaking apart) (WIP (2/3) | 15k | explicit)

It all came down to one simple truth: Steve Harrington was not at all what Eddie expected him to be, and it was confusing him to no end.

Or: Steve asks Eddie if he wants to experiment. Eddie wants so much more, but he takes what he can get and tries to not let it break his heart.

tangled with what I never said (4.1k | mature | angst with a happy ending)

And they were roomates.

🌈 Series 🌈

Modern AU - Teacher Steve and Musician Eddie (11k in 5 parts | rated T to explicit)

Just some snippets from the life of Teacher Steve Harrington and Wedding Band Singer turned Rockstar Eddie Munson.

Runner Steve Verse (14k in 2 parts | explicit)

Steve starts running to get out of his head. He finds that maybe he's been running towards something (or someone) all along.

🌈 One-Shots 10k+ 🌈

to the rhythm of eternity (18k | explicit)

The last two years Steve and Eddie have been doing the long distance thing when Steve visits Eddie in London for Christmas and falls in love with the city as well.

Emotional Motion Sickness (16.5k | explicit)

Steve's first night at a gay bar turns into something he never expected. He accidentally stumbles into a theme night - Kink Night - and discovers something new about himself.

🌈 One-Shots 5-10k 🌈

Would you fall for me? (8.8k | explicit | Porn with plot)

One-sided enemies to lovers au inspired by that cake scene in red, white and royal blue.

Will you cleanse me with pleasure? (8.4k | explicit | PWP with tentacle love making)

Steve thinks it’s safe to say that he knows everything important about Eddie when they finally decide to move in together.

Everything, it turns out, except that Eddie sneaks out of the house in the middle of the night at least once a week.

he's all that I've got (don’t take that sinner from me) (8k | explicit | open but hinted at happy ending)

Eddie is on the run after still being blamed for the murders in Hawkins, but he can't run away from Steve.

Part 2: take you with me (mature | 2.1k)

The way you touch, the way you taste (7.1k | explicit | PWP)

Gareth, Jeff and Freak hire Steve to take Eddie's virginity on his birthday. Eddie takes Steve's heart in the process. Entry for the sub Eddie week.

You know I'm a show off (I would let you get some) (6.4k | explicit | PWP)

Eddie's neighbor is the hottest man in existence, so when he finds him washing his car in the shortest shorts known to man he can't stay away.

Love from the other side (6.2k | mature)

Steve works in the emergency room, where he has lost several patients with gaping wounds on their necks, the blood drained from their bodies. It's only because of Eddie, who is a vampire himself, that Steve doesn't end up like them, but what will he do when it's Eddie who needs help?

Part 2: sink you teeth

we were meant to be (we live happily in my fantasy) (5.6k | explicit | PWP)

Eddie is a Big-Shot-Rockstar and Steve is the escort he hired to get people off his back. Too bad he fell in love with him.

When I open my eyes to the future I can hear you say my name (5k | explicit | PWP)

Even after almost a decade together you can still discover new kinks.

Will the man become the monster, or the monster become man? (5k | explicit | PWP)

Beauty and the Beast AU with a twist: What if, once a month, the prince turns back into the beast?

🌈 One-Shots 1k-5k 🌈

I’ve got to get you out of my mind (and back into my arms) (4.7k | explicit | PWP)

Every once in a while, Steve and Eddie like to spice up their sex life and go out to play.

Lay all your love on me (4.6k | explicit | porn with feelings)

Steve feels lonely on Valentine's Day '87 and a certain metalhead sets out to change that.

wear me like a locket around your throat (4.5k | explicit | PWP co-written with @yournowheregirl)

It doesn't really matter why, the fact remains that Eddie is making Steve a little bit feral, and the animal part of his brain demanded that he do something about it.

And that's why he bought Eddie a fucking collar, of all things.

tell me it's love, tell me it's real (4k | explicit | PWP co-written with @yournowheregirl)

The infamous piano scene from Pretty Woman (1990).

Carry You (4k | teen)

Written for @steddielovemonth, prompt: Love is letting someone take care of you.

Eddie is living the rockstar life, but it comes with a prize. When he reaches a point where he can't go on like that, will he finally let Steve carry him?

Part 2: Dear Steve (teen | 2.3k)

we tangle endlessly like lovers entwined (3.4k | explicit | Porn with feelings)

It's canon Steve likes to hold hands during sex.

Safe Haven (3.2k | teen)

Eddie finds a hurt wolf in the woods and takes him home. He has no idea that there is more to this particular wolf than it seems.

Part 2: Eat you alive (wc: 1.8k | mature)

Drowning In You (3.2k | teen | co-written with @legitcookie)

Steve and Eddie spend some time swimming at the quarry. At night. In just their underwear. As you do.

on the tip of my tongue, on top of my thighs (2.8k | explicit | PWP)

Eddie may be a little obsessed with Steve's chest. Okay, drop the a little.

He was sweet like honey (2.7k | explicit | PWP)

Steve loves mint chocolate chip ice cream. Eddie loathes it. But Steve has an idea how he can change Eddie's mind.

will you take me home (2.7k | teen)

Robin wants to adopt a cat, so why does Steve end up with one, too?

Rooting for you (2.6k | explicit)

Steve screwed up, no way around it. Fucked up big time.

In his defense, he didn't know that Eddie was in love with him. How could he have known? For all intents and purposes, they were just two horny guys hooking up.

safe & sound (2.5k | teen)

What happens when Steve meets Eddie Munson, who has just failed his senior year for the first time, during one of his nightly drives?

are you still mine? (2.4k | teen)

"He kissed me," Steve blurts out, and to Robin's credit, she doesn't react except for her hand on his to twitch in surprise. She makes a questioning sound in her throat, clearly waiting for more.

So much (for) Stardust (2.3k | teen)

A scene from an upcoming fic Pickup Note with @thefreakandthehair and art by @firefly-party. Steve can't sleep and Eddie takes him stargazing.

the past, the future, through death my arms are open (2.1k | mature)

second part to are you still mine? where Steve remembers another moment from their shared past where Eddie has been there for him even when he didn't ask for it

will you find me in the stars (2.1k | mature)

In every life, in every universe, they will find each other again. What’s a lifetime if you measure it in eternity?

true colors (2.1k | explicit)

Eddie's heart is beating for Steve but it takes Steve a bit to understand what it is saying.

Slaying Dragons (2.1k | gen)

Eddie was six years old when he first met Steve, not that he would remember it until much, much later.

Blinded by you (2.1k | teen)

The one in which Eddie is a hot mess but Paramedic Steve doesn't mind.

Crutch (2k | mature)

Steve loves Eddie, he really, really does. He just can’t say it.

Louder (2k | explicit | PWP)

While laying in bed, the two of them can't help but overhear their upstairs neighbors going at it rather loudly. Eddie turns to Steve after a while, and asks, You wanna fuck louder than them to establish dominance?

(I just) died in your arms (1.9k | teen | co-written with @legitcookie and @yournowheregirl)

"Hey, Steve, hi. You're probably wondering what I'm doing here." Eddie smiles nervously. When Steve just blinks at him, he takes that as a cue to continue.

"Funny story, actually," He laughs. The lack of sleep must be kicking in, which always makes him feel a little drunk and giddy. "There's this really annoying pipe in my room that's slowly driving me crazy, and I really, really, really need to get some sleep, man. I might even start crying if I don't get some soon. So, I was wondering... Could I crash in here?"

Someone New (1.7k | teen)

After Vecna, Eddie thinks he lost something vital, the one thing that made him Eddie. Steve teaches him that that's not true.

Butterfly Effect (1.5k | mature)

Eddie Munson is bad at feelings, but Steve makes him talk about them anyway, at least in metaphors.

Your scent (it clings to every blanket, sheet and pillowcase) (1.5k | mature)

Life after March '86 is very different from life before. For one thing, he never almost died before. Nor did he ever have anyone accuse him of murder, never mind murders, as in plural.

But then again, he didn't have Steve Harrington before either.

Until I found you (1.5k | mature)

Steve reminds Eddie that you can't buy happiness, you find it in each other.

You got a fast car (1.4k | teen)

"If we leave now, we can be in Indiana before midnight," Steve hears himself say, the decision already made, because the alternative is blood and pain and sorrow.

something about us (1.4k | teen)

What starts out as one of the worst nights of his college life turns into something else when Steve meets Eddie while being banned from his dorm room in the middle of the night thanks to some asshole setting off the fire alarm.

when we were made it was no accident (1.2k | teen)

Steve and Eddie just started dating, it's all new, it's all fragile and most of all, it's still a secret. So when they have a soundcheck coming up, they can't both be late because they can't make themselves to leave the bed, can't they? (part of @thefreakandthehair and @firefly-party and mine project pickup note)

we can be heroes (1.2k | gen)

Love makes Steve brave. And Steve loves fast and hard.

Once those two things become a certainty in Eddie's mind, other things fall into place.

only soul I ever saved (1.1k | explicit)

With Steve, Eddie can be soft. Obediant and sweet. With Steve, Eddie can be a good boy.

hate to be lame (1.1k | mature)

Eddie and Steve are spies working for competing agencies. They make it work.

Somehow, I just want you more (1k | teen)

When Chrissy sets Eddie up for a blind date he did not expect to find a ghost from his past waiting for him.

🌈 Drabbles (<1k) 🌈

I want you to want me (921 | teen)

let the impulse to love and the instinct to kill entangle to one (918 | teen)

Connoisseur of Comfort (652 | gen)

Grow back your sharpest teeth, you know my desire (548 | explicit)

Show them (Baby I'm yours) (534 | explicit)

Sugar, I got a taste for you now (480 | explicit)

Okay, so I'm the dragon. Big deal. (442 | gen)

always on the tip of my tongue (387 | teen)

Deflated. Devoured. Defiled. (311 | explicit)

hole-in-the-wall (404 | gen)

love bites (404 | mature)

mine (404 | explicit)

Ahoy Sailor! (404 | mature)

My arms belong around you (509 | mature)

Like real people do (846 | gen)

that ultra-kind of love (you never walk away from) (509 | teen)

Let Go (509 | explicit)

Anything for love (790 | teen)

moonlit bonding (388 | teen)

blow my candle (290 | explicit)

Strangers Passing (380 | teen)

#steddie #steddie fanfiction #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #steddie fanfic #steddie fic #steddie fluff #steddie ficlet #steddie smut #steddie au #eddie x steve #my writing

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penvisions · 2 months

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dev's masterlist {joel miller}

I've somehow expanded my writing enough to warrant a whole separate masterlist for the one and only Joel Miller! He's so diverse and there are so many facets to his character, so it's been fun to explore writing for him. ♡

Keep in mind my blog and online spaces are strictly 18+

Each fic has its own masterlist post with links to chapters, warnings, and supplemental content!

Happy reading! ♡

main masterlist || ko-fi

*Series / Multichapter Fics:

Title: return the favor

Pairing: Post Outbreak! Joel Miller x Smuggler! Reader

Word Count: 128k

Status: work in progress

Summary: With a past as rich as anyone in the times after the Outbreak, you find your medical and survival skills to be a valuable asset.You were dropping off some medical supplies that FEDRA was willing to pay big for when you got tangled up in a mission that involves a teenager with a mouth almost as smart as yours and gruff older man whose graying curls were his only redeeming quality. But the longer you traveled with them and the more that happened out in the open land of what once was, the more you find yourself connecting with them and wanting to protect them both at any cost.

ao3 link || series masterlist

Title: garnish

Pairing: Chef! Joel Miller x Bartender! Reader (a restaurant au)

Word Count: 50k + additional one shots

Staus: complete

Summary: Summer is a time of fun and carefree days for those who are fortunate enough to not work within the food industry. You however have found yourself back in that world and so long were the days you could spend doing nothing. Along with the shift back to a world you once left behind is the figure of Joel Miller, who is as magnetizing as he is irritating that is now a part of your daily life.

ao3 link || series masterlist

Title: by the grit of sandpaper

Pairing: Jackson! Joel Miller x F! Reader (Artisan! Joel Miller x F! Reader

Word Count: 44k

Status: work in progress

Summary: Joel Miller is a gruff as they come, the world having changed him for the worst. But settling in Jackson with his brother changed him for the better. He's known around town as someone to help, whether it be with home repairs, construction, and hand carved trinkets. An offhand comment from you inspires him to branch out and create helpful kitchen wares. And it seems everyone has been gifted one from him, except for you. It makes you rethink the casual friendship you had developed with the man that had just begun to expand beyond patrols.

ao3 link || series masterlist

*One Shots:

Title: for the record

Pairing: Jackson! Joel Miller x Patrol Partner! Reader

Word Count: 6.2k

Summary: The longer, more dangerous patrol routes around Jackson are designated to you and one Joel Miller. You both have an understanding with each other, talking wasn’t the biggest concern for either of you, but being confident in each other was. He wasn’t a bad friend in your scavenged life, but then again you were beginning to think you didn’t want to be just his friend…and that’s got you more than a little sexually frustrated.

ao3 link || fic masterlist

*Construction Corner:

(hehe see what i did there?) The fics listed here are currently {under construction} and have no release date as of yet.

Title: gone to the dogs

Pairing: Boston QZ! Joel Miller x F! Reader

Summary: What happens when the world ends in such a violent way that it robs you of your very humanity? Do you submit or raise your hackles and fight back? The answer is obvious to Joel Miller, known for being someone to not to cross even in the most dangerous corners of the Boston QZ. The answer is obvious to you, too, who transformed in his likeness.

ao3 link || series masterlist

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miliamin1 · 2 months

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Bug's Ao3 fics Masterpost

miliamin on Ao3

all for Wednesday(TV 2022) fandom so far ship: Wednesday Addams/Enid Sinclair (wenclair) if the fic is discussed in a post it will be tagged with corresponding tag, also assume from the getgo that all my writing has jokes in it

Completed:

The Only Time Drinking Is Good For You - multichapter, post first season, mostly humor, first part of The Love and Arcane, #love potion volume one

The Wrong Reflections - multichapter, post first season, angst and humor, #doppelganger drama

Roses Have Thorns - one shot, post first season, humor, #spite

An Unwinnable Bet - one shot, alternative universe, humor, #band au

The matter of exclusive privileges - two shot, post first season, humor, #love potion the third

Oh what tangled webs we weave - one shot, alternative universe, humor, first part of Spiderman Au, #spiderman au

Christmas Eve(L) - multichapter, alternative universe, fluff and angst, #fake dating xmas au

Works In Progress:

The One Time Poison Is Good For You - multichapter, post first season, fluff and angst, second part of The Love and Arcane, #poison

The Way To A Girl's Heart - multichapter, post first season, angst and fluff, #steak tartare

Like A Record - multichapter, post first season, angst, #time loop

Stubborn, singleminded and obsessive - multichapter, alternative universe, fluff and angst, #mundane au

when first we practice to deceive - multichapter, alternative universe, angst and fluff, second part of Spiderman Au, #spiderman au

GF Any% Speedrun - multichapter, post first season, humor and fluff, #therapy strat Wild fics:

PR Liability Personified - multichapter, alternative universe, humor and angst, #celebrity au Status: shelved, on the back burner, might or might not be picked up later, not worked on currently

A Marriage That's Unlike Her Parents' - themed one shot compilation, post first season, humor, #marriage shenanigans,

Status: half shelved, worked on whenever the mood strikes me, shrodinger's continuity as it is technically sequel to The Way To Girl's Heart but for it to be series I need to finish that one and write another fic in between them so, maybe don't read it if you don't want mild spoilers -----

List is chronologically by last upload, and not by progress of next chapter being written (all WIPs are to a degree) or most probable to be updated next since that's unpredictable even to me unless I mention a possible deadline in a post, but if you really want one to be posted the soonest the anon asks are on, if you're nice about it maybe you'll manage to pressure me successfully I honestly idk if it will help or not so good luck

#og post #my writing #wenclair fanfic #wenclair #to be edited #attempt at sorting #why yes im procrastinating on writing #tag sorts

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the-coffeeaddict-tim-drake · 11 days

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Just A Kid Next Door - Chapter 5

Bruce is finally back from being stuck in the time stream. Tim managed to save Batman and his loved ones. Now it is time for Tim to go home and rest. But the problem is that, Tim has no home. Or that's what he thinks so.

This will be a multichapter fic on how did Tim reconcile with his family. It will be full of angst, family feels and family shenanigans.

Masterlist

Here in the link to read the story in ao3.

-------------------------------CHAPTER 5---------------------------------

Dick couldn’t help but let his thought wander as he drove through the streets of Gotham, to the Manor. He glanced at Damian who was sitting in the passenger seat of the BatMobile, lost in his own thoughts while sporting a scowl.

Richard Grayson was Seven years old when he had his first nightmare.

That night, he dreamt about gross-looking, purple colored alien, using its power to set Zitka on fire. He screamed and screamed, screamed for help, but the alien only laughed.

When he woke up, all sweaty and tired, his mother was there, hugging him tightly and whispering sweet nothings. She was running her finger through his tangled hair while the other hand was holding his head closely to her chest. Her actions were soothing him.

Then his father came, holding out to him a glass of milk, with an encouraging smile.

That night, he slept peacefully, clinging to his mother and father.

The BatMobile came to a stop having come to the BatCave. Dick got out of the vehicle as fast as he could and made his way to the Med Bay. He saw Alfred standing in near the entrance, his expression a mixture of surprise and relief.

Relief.

Dick is relived too.

The next morning when he woke up, he was still scared about the previous night's dream. Hence after practicing his first routine for that day, his mother took him to a park and they both sat under a tree.

After few minutes of comfortable silence, his mother took out two colored papers out from her purse and handed one to Dick and kept one for herself.

“Dragă, when I was a child, just like you, I used have many bad dreams too. Then my Papi taught me how to make these beautiful paper crafts as a distraction. My Papi was great at it.

She let out a long sigh, thinking about Dick’s late grandfather.

“So whenever I used to have those dreams, we both would make many beautiful crafts like this together. It helped me to focus on other things and forget about those awful dreams.”

She turned and looked at him, her eyes shining, just like the sequins on their Leotards that they wear for the shows.

“I think it’s time for me to pass on that tradition to you, my copil.

That day, he made his first ever origami with his mother, a ‘Robin’.

From that day, every time Dick had nightmares, he and his mother would make various colourful origami which would ease all of his worries.

“Dr. Leslie Thompkins is checking upon Master Bruce, Master Dick. She forbade anyone from entering. I suggest you to be at ease, until then.” Alfred commented.

Dick couldn’t do anything but nod.

He removed his cowl, letting out a huge sigh as he took a seat in one of the chairs. Damian was carefully noting all of the young Batman’s moves.

Richard Grayson was eight years old when he lost his parents due to a fatal accident, which he later discovered to be a murder.

Richard Grayson was eight years old when he became an orphan.

Richard Grayson was eight years old, when his whole world was ripped away from him.

But Dick was also eight years old, when he was adopted by Bruce Wayne as his legal ward.

Dick’s thoughts were interrupted when Dr. Leslie exiting from the medical room.

“Just some mild cuts and bruises here and there. But all in all, I’d say he is doing great. And I’ve put him under mild pain medication, so it would probably take some time for him to wake up.” Dr, Leslie said, packing her equipment.

“And by the way, you could see him now.”

Dick slowly made his way to the medical room, and was greeted by the sight of Bruce’s sleeping form. He saw Damian make his way to one side of the bed, taking one of Bruce’s hand in his. Even having spent quite some time with Damian now, he was still unable to read the young boy’s expression.

The room was completely silent.

Dick took small steps towards the other side of the bed, while eyeing Bruce carefully. Bruce looked sickly pale, his body had lost some muscles which made him look gaunt.

But dick also noticed that Bruce’s face was calm. His face looked unusually calm.

Dick took his seat on a small chair next to Bruce and took his other hand in his. He vaguely noticed Alfred wiping his tears.

It took him a minute to realize that he was crying too.

Dick was nine years old when he had his first nightmare in the Manor. He had dreamt about his parents falling off their trapeze, he saw the rope breaking, saw his parent’s smile turning into a scared expression, saw his parents fall. And he wasn’t able to do anything but cry.

It had just been few days since his adoption. But this time, his mother was not there to provide him comfort or his father, to give him a glass of milk. His mother was not there to help him make his origami figurines.

He got up from his bed and made his way to where he kept his school bag. He took out a few colored sheets and made his way to the kitchen.

He switched on the lights and took his seat in the dining area.

He tried to make a Robin origami this time, but all he did was cry and cry, cry until the coloured paper was wet due to his tears.

But he failed to notice a shadowy figure make its way towards him.

Bruce took a seat next to Dick, who was shaking, seemingly have not noticed the older man’s presence.

Bruce took one of his hands in his, which made Dick turn towards the older man, his eyes bloodshot and wide.

Then Dick crashed onto Bruce that night. He cried and cried, cried until he fell to a deep slumber. Bruce did nothing other that hold the shaking kid in his arms, praying that this would pass. Praying that his kid could recover from the trauma. Praying that he would not turn out to be like him.

The next morning when Dick woke up, he was surprised to see himself on his bed.

He did not fail to notice a Bat shaped origami on his night stand.

“Bruce” he called out, his voice trembling.

“Br-Bruce, wake up.”

He took his mentor's hand and brought it to his forehead, bending his head, and he cried.

Ever since that night, it became an unspoken tradition for both to leave origami figures for each other when the other was stressed or feeling down. It became even more frequent when Dick became Robin because of his increasing nightmares.

But every time, Bruce was there for him, providing comfort.

But as Dick grew and entered his teenage years, it became less frequent.

Dick and Bruce started having more and more disagreements and fights. In the beginning, they would use origami to converse with each other, mostly for apologizing. But as days passed, their fights grew more and more frequent, until one day when Dick altogether decided to put an end to it.

Their bonding activity came to an abrupt end, when dick moved out of the Manor.

Dick was silently shedding tears, when he heard a rough voice.

“Chum” Bruce called out, he eyes squinting, trying to adjust to the lights.

“Bruce, you’re back. God, I missed you so much, B”

Dick immediately hugged the old man, his head to Bruce’s chest hearing his heart beat, and cried.

These few months had been one of the hardest days of his entire life. Losing Bruce, he was forced to take up the Mantle of Batman and make the right choices as the next responsible adult.

Becoming Batman, leaving Nightwing, making Damian Robin, letting Tim go was the hardest decisions he’d ever had to take.

But he had to do it. Do it for the sake of his family, do it for the sake of Gotham.

Gotham needs Batman, so he had to make the right choice.

He was hurting. Hell, he was grieving. But he had no one to turn to. Despite having awful nightmares, he had no origami figures on his nightstand anymore. He had no one to provide him comfort.

He had lost his Dad once again.

He hugged Bruce tightly, fearing that he would disappear into thin air if he doesn’t do so.

Bruce closed his eyes and relished the feeling of his firstborn hugging him. He then glanced at Damian, who was watching them closely.

Bruce smiled and motioned him to join the hug. When Damian made no move, Bruce pulled the young boy towards him and hugged him.

Damian went rigid for few seconds, before closing his eyes and returning the hug. The three of them spent the next few moments huddled together, peacefully.

#batfam #tim drake #jason todd #dick grayson #damian wayne #cassandra cain #duke thomas #bruce wayne is a good parent #barbara gordon #dc comics #alfred pennyworth #justice league #young justice #tim drake angst #hurt tim drake #tim drake needs a hug #batfam needs to go to therapy #angst angst baby

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tincanton · 4 months

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working on the tangled au for fnc. 1,300 words in (hoping to have at least 3,000 per chapter) :)) this Will be a multichapter fic but I think it'll probably just have like 2-3 chapters. First time making a fic have mercy on me ;v;

Hoping and praying to whatever god is up there that I am writing everyone in character ;-;

#jrwi #jrwi riptide #jrwi fnc #jrwi fish and chips #jrwi fanfiction

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stuckybingo · 2 months

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Stucky Bingo Round-Up #17 (February 18th - 29th)

If you would like a shiny Bingo Card of your own, you can fill out this form! Don’t forget to fill out the submission form to be a part of the round-ups and to get your bingo badges!

Always you by dharmashark Square filled: Adopted square (February) - Deja Vu All Over Again Ao3 rating: Mature Warnings: No archive warnings apply, Anxiety, Hypervigilance, Implied period-typical homophobia, non-explicit sex Major tags: Shrinkyclinks, Cold War, Spies and Secret Agents, Canon Divergence - Steve and Bucky Find Each Other in the 50s Summary: “Bucky,” Steve groans. “This isn’t the kind of talk I meant.” Bucky scoots in closer on the mattress so he can tangle their legs together. “What kind of talk should we be having?” “You know.” Steve’s grave blue eyes hold his. “You know what kind I mean.” Format: Long oneshot (over 5000 words)

Energy - Chapter 1 by King of Sorrow Square filled: N3 - Natasha Romanoff Ao3 rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply, drug use - marijuana, prostitution Major tags: Steve is a Crime Boss, Daddy Kink, Summary: He knew he shouldn’t be doing this. He fucking knew it, but he also knew how to be flexible and although he never took his playthings to bed, he could make an exception just this once. OR The one where Steve breaks all the rules for true love. Format: Part of a multichapter fic

The best laid plans by late-to-the-party-81 Square filled: G3 - Migraines Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply, Descriptions of Migraines Major tags: Fluff, Hurt-comfort, Pre-serum Steve, Pre-serum bucky, Developing relationship Summary: With Steve’s hectic work schedule, their relationship was never going to be plain-sailing, but they have an uninterrupted 48 hours coming up. Surely nothing will go wrong? Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

A Mother Always Knows by leavinghope Square filled: G1 - Didn't know they were dating Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Alternate Universe: Modern - No Powers; mutual pining; childhood friends, Bucky and Sarah Rogers Friendship Summary: Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes had been dating forever. Too bad they didn't know it. Format: Short oneshot (300 - 1000 words)

Slow Dancing in the Living Room by freedvmrouge Square filled: Adopted square (February) - Slow Dancing in the Living Room Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Established Relationship, Emotional Hurt/Comfort Summary: Steve wakes up alone in bed and heads to the kitchen. Amidst the sudden silence, music rings out from Bucky's phone. Format: Short oneshot (300 - 1000 words)

The Musical... by Kat Square filled: G1 - Rogers: The Musical Ao3 rating: Explicit Warnings: I am choosing not to use archive warnings (eg because you don't want to spoil the ending) Major tags: Falling in love, mutual pining, hopeful ending Summary: There is no summary. Format: Part of a multichapter fic

Pheromones by otpcutie Square filled: N2 - AU: A/B/O Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Omegaverse, Alpha Steve/Omega Bucky, Bucky's on his period, hurt/comfort, fluff Summary: Steve’s pheromones affect Bucky in an unexpected way, luckily the Alpha is more than happy to take care of him. Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

Three Editions of Savage God Binding by dontcallmebree Square filled: Adopted square (February) - The One That Got Away Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Book binding Summary: Square back bradel with slipcase, paperback, and collector's edition binding of Savage God by Potterspink. Format: Craft

I Don’t Want You To Let Me Go by endlesstwanted Square filled: O3 - Stargazing Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Modern Setting, First Dates Summary: Natasha gets Steve into some blind dates until he meets the one. Format: Drabble (exactly 100 words)

The Good Win Over The Bad by endlesstwanted Square filled: Adopted square (February) - The One That Got Away Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Reunions, Teen Romance Summary: Ten years after graduating from high-school, Bucky reunites with the one that got away from him. At least, if staring at Steve for half an hour counts as a reunion. Format: Drabble (exactly 100 words)

#stucky bingo #stucky bingo round 5 #round up 17 #weekly round up #don't forget to fill out the submission form

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khalewren · 8 months

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Made a Whsispangle western AU! Thank you to @pocketscribbs for coming up with Sheriff Tangle (and deputy Tails!) and thanks to @whisper-and-tangle for coming up with the concept of Whisper being an outlaw vigilante!

Also this is a multichapter fic. I hope, atleast. God i sure hope i dont fuck this up.

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic fanfiction #sth fanfic #whispangle #tangle the lemur #whisper the wolf

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pinkytoothlesso11 · 6 months

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20 questions for fic writers

I was tagged by @niemalsetwas! Thank you! This is a long one, but very interesting well rounded questions for fic writers. I'll tag: @whitherwanderyouspirit, @toodrasticallydumb, @nickelwick, @bluedaddysgirl, @megan0013 and @rosemaidenvixen. Not obligated to do this, just thought it may be fun!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Currently 16! 13 of which are all Trollhunters lmao.

2. What's your total A03 word count?

542,419 words. Wow. That's a little crazy ngl.

3. What fandom's do you write for?

Mostly Trollhunters/Tales of arcadia. But I've written a oneshot for She-Ra and the Princesses of Power and one for Scrooge: A Christmas Carol (2022). And I've done a multichapter fic for Arcane: League of Legends. Probably going to do more fics for that eventually. And I have two planned for The owl house I'm really excited about!

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Challenging Destiny

Heal what has been lost

A change in a moment

Heart of Stone

After the moon rises

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

I do! In my first fic I was hesitant to the first couple of chapters, but now I make a effort as I know how awesome it is to get a reply from the author on fics I've left comments on myself. And also because sometimes I have wonderful conversations!

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

This is a bit hard to pin down, because while a decent amount of my fics go really, really angsty, they tend to end on a slightly hopeful note. But I'd think it's either Through the Veil which while the actual end is rather uplifting, it's overshadowed by the torment all the characters have gone through or chapter 4 of my prompt collection for Stricklake month: corruption. Which is... Sad.

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

Hmm well my main fics are not finished so I can't put any of them down... Er most of them end happily? I guess for the top one A change in a moment, since I also barely killed any characters in the end...

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No. Very thankfully.

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

Anything explicit? No. I've tentively suggested it, but not in any detail.

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

I have not yet. One of my aforementioned Owl house fics I have planned will be a crossover, with Trollhunters, but nothing crazy.

Unless we're talking about the Arcane/Disney Tangled crossover, but that's a soft crossover, with a wholly Arcane cast of characters.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope. At least not that I'm aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Again, not to my knowledge.

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

No... It was going to happen at some point, but then it didn't. Which was fair, even if disappointing.

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

It's Stricklake. I have loads more I like a lot, but that's the one that made me start writing fanfiction.

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

This isn't really applicable, I plan to finish every fic I start, but there's one that's taking longer than I like to complete, which is Heart of Stone. It's close to the finish line, I just need to push myself there.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I like to think I'm pretty good at creating snappy dialogue with plenty of banter. And that my worldbuilding is pretty damn good. Also that I'm able to consistently keep a large cast of characters IN character and balance them all. I'm also fairly good at descriptions and gore.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I think sometimes I struggle with pacing, and the flow of my writing can be clunky at times. I also find filler chapters less interesting to write, even if they're important to set later things up.

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

I do end up doing this at one point or another in most of my fics! I use Google translate lol. I'm not ashamed. I also use italics if it's not English, with the translation in my notes at the end.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Trollhunters! The first show to get me into fandom, and fanfic and tumblr! It was the first in a lot of things.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Has to be Challenging Destiny! It's just about halfway, but the reception to it and it's faithfulness to the source, as well as the heaps of research and worldbuilding I've put into it has made it the fic I'm the most proud of. It's got a big cast of different characters to balance, which just adds to the challenge lol. But it's worth it.

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notaghost3 · 1 year

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FANFIC MASTERLIST

Stories are spread out across AO3 and FFN, separated by fandom, if it has a 💗 beside it, it’s a personal favorite of mine 😉

STAR WARS

Clone Wars

Just the Two of Us (Obi-Wan/Satine, background Anakin/Padme) Multichapter, Complete!

The Stars Between Us (Obi-Wan/Satine) One-shot

It’ll Take a Little Time to Let You Go (Obi-Wan/Satine) One-shot 💗

you don’t have to be sorry (for leaving and growing up) (Obi-Wan/Satine) One-shot

Goodnight My Someone (Satine and toddler!Korkie) One-shot

Gilded Lily (haven’t I given enough?) (Obi-Wan/Satine, but mostly Satine) One-shot

Braids in the Meadow (Obi-Wan/Satine) One-shot

Magnets (Obi-Wan/Satine) One-shot💗

Maroon (Obi-Wan/Satine) One-shot💗

Kenobi Series

do it for her (that is to say, do it for him) (Obi Wan and little Leia and little Anakin) One-shot💗

Duty (Obi-Wan and baby Luke, Obi-Wan/Satine and baby Korkie) One-shot *technically* not Kenobi series, but it’s immediately post-ROTS

The Last Jedi

Woven Together (Rey/Kylo Ren) Multichapter, WIP

PHANTOM OF THE OPERA

Reflections (Erik/Christine) One-shot

Home for Christmas (Erik/Christine) Multichapter, WIP

Battle Lights (Erik/Christine) Multichapter, Complete💗

Tangled Up in You (Erik/Christine) One-shot

Heathens (Erik/Christine…kinda) Multichapter, Complete💗

Eternal Garden (Erik/Christine) One-shot

My Beloved Monster (Erik/Christine) Multichapter, WIP

Tiny Dancer (Philippe/Sorelli) One-shot💗

May the Fourth be With You (Erik/Christine) One-shot💗

Wicked Game (Erik/Christine) One-shot 💗

New Beginnings (Erik/Christine) One-shot

Delirium Kisses (Erik/Christine) One-shot

Days of Glory (Philippe/Sorelli…eventually) Multichapter, WIP

The Forgotten (Christine/Raoul, Erik/Daroga) One-shot💗

Snow is Softly Falling (Erik/Christine) Multichapter, complete

When Words Fail (Erik/Christine) One-shot collection

Devil With the Blue Dress On (Erik/Christine) Multichapter, Hiatus

Unmasked Realizations (Erik/Christine) One-shot💗

Once Upon a Dream (Erik/Christine) One-shot💗

Mirror Image (Erik/Christine) One-shot

White Roses Red (Erik/Christine) One-shot w/alternative ending

O Christmas Tree (Erik/Christine) Multichapter, complete

Caught Between Midnight and Dawn (Erik/Christine) One-shot💗

Eradication (Erik/Christine) One-shot

Three Wishes (Erik/Christine) One-shot💗

Protected (Erik/Christine) One-shot

Of the Angels (Erik/Christine) Multichapter, Hiatus

Graveyard Fields (Erik/Christine) One-shot

Guard (background Erik/Christine) One-shot

#fanfic #fanfiction #ao3fic #star wars #poto #obitine #phantom of the opera

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cyanide-e-pistachio · 8 months

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Fic Masterlist✨

A brief collection of all my works at the time of this post!

Third Time's the Charm (Multichapter, 114k words, Status: Complete!) - My first work! It's a (mostly) wholesome Shuake future fic where Akechi meets Akira in his hometown by pure coincidence, 10 years after the events of P5R. Read it here!

The Taming of the Crow (Multichapter, 112k words, Status: Complete!) - A slightly less wholesome work where Akira works as a therapist 6 years after the events of P5R. When Akechi meets him in his office, Akira finds that he has to employ some "unconventional" therapy tactics to get him to stay. Don't be fooled, however; this is a story about peace, love, and understanding ;-) Read it here!

(Un)tangled, (Un)burdened) (One-shot, 8k words, Status: Complete!) - This was my first one-shot ever, written for Shuake Week 2023. The theme? Bondage. Read it here!

#shuake #fanfic #persona 5 royal #goro akechi #persona 5 #akira kusuru #my writing

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winter-spark · 20 days

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If anyone sees I have a question:

Both are multichapter CitoIta fics, and their quick names are sorta misleading but not inaccurate. I really want to finish them but I'm lowkey stuck but if I force myself to work on one, it might start flowing. I'm indecisive though.

#fanfic stuff #tumblr polls #There's only two durations?#I guess I'll mainly use this for tomorrow then #at this rate I might not be posting them anonymously at all #I still plan to but #idk we'll see #not gonna tag this properly #just in case

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hazelnut-u-out · 1 year

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Ring of Fire - 1

this is the first chapter of my space cowboy revenge era birdrick au!

i'm eventually going to post this on my ao3, too, just because it's about to be a monster of a multichapter fic.

anywayyyy, get to know the boys! not a very tense chapter, but they’re coming, don’t worry. >:)

Synopsis:

Rick and Birdperson are wanted outlaws, listed amongst the Galactic Federation's "Most Wanted" and currently investigating leads on the red sand planet of Blindrock Terminus- an Old-Western-Style planet populated by an alien race with strict religious customs.

Rick is struggling with balancing his blossoming feelings for his partner in crime and their respective senses of loss. Does his companion feel the same way? What plot is waiting to reel them in?

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“Rick,” Birdperson huffed, his warm breath skittering along the bare skin of his friend’s back as he leaned in closer to examine his work. “Do you think you could at least try to stay still? This isn’t exactly the best light source. You’ll end up with misshapen lines.”

“Hmmf…” Rick let out in hushed agreement, shivering at the contrast of the heated gust against his skin that had been previously chilled by the night air. “I think you care more than I do. Plus, you-you’re not exactly bein’ gentle.”

It was a handsome night, the three moons hunkering in a low and lurid display to the terrain, and the sand of the campsite lay littered in cigarette butts and whiskey bottles. The rocks and logs they’d set up had long since absorbed the essence of their pastimes into the nature of their existence; and what a taught existence it was.

Rick quite fancied Blindrock Terminus. It was similar to what he knew, in an odd way- shaded canyon roads; shanty towns; rolling hills and layers of burgundy rock, soil, and stone- though, he wouldn’t recommend seeking out refuge on a planet with such a strict set of religious customs.

The pair had risked a trip into town earlier that day- something they never would have done if not absolutely necessary. Birdperson had been insistent that they go to the Zorpantheon Rattle, claiming he’d done some midnight detective work before Rick had made the executive decision to decrease the base into a pocket ship and stay out on a campsite to avoid detection.

Shitshow, to say the least. Rick had never seen more Federation guards lurking around something quite as inconspicuous as a bar, and it didn’t help that the alien company wasn’t something Rick didn’t find unsightly.

His partner had cursed him as they fled back to camp- taking a more round-about route to shake the last few remaining guards tailing them- and Rick couldn’t even deny, for once, that it would’ve been worth it to keep his dick in his slacks. He hoped BP simply assumed that Rick had a decent reason for letting the guards slip out of his grasp.

Now, the crimson desert trembled in shades of orange in the crackling dance of the firelight, and Rick loathed the uncomfortable scratch of the red sand against his stubble. He winced, arching upward again, when his companion came down with a particularly aggressive poke on his lower back.

Birdperson snorted, allowing Rick time to settle back down atop the sand before returning to his work.

“I’m startin’ to think you’re doing that on purpose,” Rick grumbled, his voice gravelly in sonority, as he turned to lay his other cheek against the ground and look up at BP through the gaps in his tangled mess of powder blue hair.

His companion was an oasis amongst the dry rolling landscape surrounding them- soft and delicate; just the perfect temperature where most things existed in a limbo of too hot or cold. Birdperson was the image of focus- sat on his knees, hunched over and engrossed in his task. His tongue perched tautly between the left side of his teeth, nearly the same peachy salmon shade of his undone button-front. His frame was a russet statue, tendrils of wavering shadow lapping at his harsh angles and his eyes dusky beneath the brim of his ebony hat.

Rick almost forgot about the tender ache of his lower back, a lazy smile snaking its way along his face in a crawl as he opened his mouth in a quiet utterance of outward thought.

“This light flatters you.”

The other man’s stare flicked up to meet his compliment’s momentarily, tarrying Rick’s heart with a gentle tremor of his lashes. He smiled a bit, a playful glint toying with the glimmer in his eye, and he sat his instruments down on the leather pad at his right.

“What do you mean, Sanchez?” Birdperson whispered, and something sultry played along the canyon air that carried his voice to the man laying below him.

“Um…” Rick nearly froze in place, his breath involuntarily catching in his throat. “Y-You look chiseled, is all.” Suddenly, his voice was barely more than a murmur over the rustle of the fire. He watched as Birdperson slowly leaned closer to his face and reached one hand behind Rick’s head, his wingspan arching out overhead and blocking out the shimmering rays of flame. Rick’s eyes fluttered closed.

The smack of short-trimmed felt against his face startled Rick’s eyes open and Birdperson’s coarse laugh rang out overhead in a jovial pierce of the stoic night air.

Rick scowled, pulling his cattleman down just enough to peer over the brim shyly; his cheeks flushed and heat thrumming along the tips of his ears.

“Chiseled from what?” BP asked, clutching his side as if it hurt. “Cotton?”

“Rude,” Rick whispered in an attempt to sound angry, but it came out silky and sweet-tempered. His accomplice suited laughter so beautifully.

“Shut up and let me finish this tattoo. It’s almost done,” Birdperson said dismissively through a chuckle, moving to pick up his instruments once again.

“Hey- Hey!” Rick tutted, tossing his hat to the side and twisting away from BP’s chasing grip. “L-Let me adjust! My armitas are ‘causing a mean denim wedgie.”

Dust stirred up around him in minute scarlet clouds as he shuffled, bunching up his discarded flannel beneath his chin and finding a more comfortable position for his hips. The sand beneath them scraped along Rick’s bare chest, no doubt getting stuck in the tufts of hair along his abdomen, and his belt buckle kissed his naval.

His friend made to cover up his small container of ink with his hand, shooting Rick a glare.

“Do you want dust in your wound, you heathen?!” Birdperson chastised with a coy grin that told Rick his counterpart would not at all be opposed to the possibility as a fitting punishment.

“I-I’ve already lost one bet tonight, compadre. You’ll have to set up another- and get me drunker to-to give me a red tattoo,” Rick said through gritted teeth, burying his face into the fabric and taking in a deep breath through his nose- heavy with the lingering scent of whiskey.

“Well…” Birdperson quipped, trailing off as he focused on sticking a particular spot for a few moments. “If you hadn’t let them get away, I would have been too preoccupied with torturing Federation agents to even bother with cashing in your debt in the first place.”

Rick winced, fumbling around with one hand without looking to try and find his flask. After a long spell, his fingers finally closed around the cool metal of the container and he lifted his head, unscrewing the cap.

“T’was hardly my fau- OW! Watch it, man- shit!” Rick started, his body involuntarily trying to lurch away again, but BP placed a calloused hand along the center of his back, holding him in place.

“Hush now, I know you like it,” BP teased, offering a comforting stroke along Rick’s spine that was probably meant to be a soothing platonic gesture, but only made Rick’s stomach blossom into a cacophony of fluttery. “I saw you with those Warekins at the bar.” Rick suddenly felt feverish, his cheeks growing hot as he tried to mitigate the flicker of embarrassment that ran through him. He hadn’t known his friend had seen him with those aliens.

“Heh.” Rick tried to feign disinterest, letting the warmth of the whiskey settle down into his belly and careening the flask towards his companion, who simply leaned over and opened his mouth.

It did nothing to qualm Rick’s blush to pour the lukewarm spirit into his friend’s slack jaw, nor did it help when trembling hands resulted in some of the liquid spilling over Birdperson’s cerise lips- still swollen, Rick noted, from his eariler kissing session with the butt of that Federation agent’s gun.

He wondered what it would be like to collect the droplets with his own lips- if he would be able to taste the liquor on the other man’s tongue. If he only leaned in…

Swallowing thickly, Rick attempted to speak without a waver in his tone. “Hardly relevant. Th-That had nothin’ to do with pain.”

“Don’t they have special cells on their fingers that shock you?” BP mused, swallowing.

Rick chortled, taking another sip from his flask.

What must have been Birdperson’s taste- syrupy and smokey- lingered on the lip of the container and mixed with the heady wallop of liquor. It swarmed Rick’s head, and he thought it was more the closeness of his partner than the spirits that made him feel all the more intoxicated.

“No,” he said sportively, bending his knee to nudge the other man’s leg with the tip of his boot. “It-It’s not a special cell, it’s nerve fibers. They flood their fingers with electrolytes n’ shit to promote an electric current.”

“Either way, that shit must hurt.” BP stopped working suddenly, and Rick could hear him shuffle backwards on the sand, allowing his heart rate to finally begin to slow. “Done!”

“Don’t knock it ‘til you try it, buddy,” Rick said with a wink, sitting the flask aside and trying to twist his body backward at an unnatural angle to get a look at what his friend had sealed into his skin.

“Hold on, hold on,” Birdperson sang, as if appealing to a child. “I’ll get your camera.”

Feeling the lull of the alcohol on the inside of his skull during his frenzy to stand, Rick had no interest in protesting against an opportunity to return to his previous position. He settled back down, crossing his arms and propping his gruff chin onto the corded muscles of the lithe appendages. Birdperson’s fumbling rolled over the sand like a working man’s hands along a sheet of silk, and Rick looked up to observe the two equore they had tied to a rock about fifteen feet away.

They were enormous, spindly creatures- their orchid-scaled skin glistening beneath the light of the trio of indigo planetoids that haunted the sky above.

Horses, Rick thought. Reptile horses that drink blood and have three eyes.

A distinct ‘click’ resounded from behind him and he could see the flash of light take up both sides of his peripheral vision.

“W-Waste of film, ya know,” he fussed, but turned towards the whirring of the device with budding anticipation. Rick wasn’t one to normally care about what was going to mark his body. He could keep fighting and fucking until they put him down in the dirt, and the worms would eat it all indiscriminately- but something about this moment had him… excited.

It was that excitement that had him pushing himself up onto his knees and snatching at the slip of paper just as Birdperson began to shake it.

“Le-Lemme see!”

“I’m not an artist, but I’d say I did a pretty decent job,” his friend said softly, shifting and leaning back onto one of the gray sleeping bags the two had laid out parallel to the fire, hands behind his head and his shirt falling open to reveal the whole of his stalwart torso. His wings twitched as his feathers dragged along the sand, leaving miniature crests and hollers in their wake.

The image on the front of the paper was developing slowly, much to Rick’s disdain, and he groaned in frustration, plopping down onto his rear. After a lengthy pause, the image started to come into focus as he leered down at it through a demanding squint.

“Angel wings,” he breathed.

Birdperson let out a hearty laugh, and Rick shot him a questioning look- not sure what was funny.

“No,” his partner said agreeably. “My wings.”

Birdperson said it as if it were nothing- something casual and obvious- but Rick’s throat threatened to close in on itself as his heart swelled three sizes too large to be trapped within a measly human rib cage.

“Huh.” Rick muttered as he slumped forward, eyes wide as he drank in the photo before him. The utterance wasn’t as if he were bewildered, nor was it condescending or taut. It was more a noise of awe- of adoration- and Rick couldn’t think of anything he’d rather be marked with, someone he’d rather be branded by, until death.

“You hate it,” BP said dejectedly.

Rick’s head shot up, and he shook it incredulously.

“No! No, man. I-I… I love it,” he insisted, lifting his bum to take out his wallet and shoving the photo inside for safekeeping before leaning back against a large rock and kicking off his boots. Rick flexed his toes along the outer edge of the fire, blistered hands reaching for his battered guitar. “High time Rick Sanchez got a tramp stamp.”

“You’re just saying that,” BP prodded, his eyes wandering up to peruse the stars.

“Lo juro,” Rick replied sternly, his gentle plucking on the strings as he tuned the instrument little notes tiptoeing along the smoke that rose above them. “I hope that when they take me out, they skin me and tan my hide- make me into a real nice leather. Be some boot licker’s saddle, but my tattoo might stick around.”

“You’re sick!” BP laughed out, and Rick couldn’t help his wandering eyes. As his friend took inventory of the stars overhead, Rick counted the imperfections- scars, freckles, and moles- that he could make out along his sun kissed skin. “I don’t know what I was thinking. I guess my mind drew a blank when I realized I had to pick something. It’s not like we’re- well, you know.”

Rick’s heart sank, but he couldn't identify the home of the blade that flayed him.

“Mhmm…” he hummed, dropping his attention to his guitar and toying with a woeful little tune. His eyes burned as if he’d been looming over a hearth.

“First watch?” Birdperson asked after a bit, his words drowsy and slurred.

“Sure,” Rick offered. “Long day of kicking bug ass tomorrow.”

“The life of wanted men,” his counterpart sang sweetly, smile in his voice, over the purr of Rick’s melody.

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#rick and morty #birdrick #rick sanchez #birdperson #ring of fire #my fic

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mie779 · 2 years

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The Dark Elven

A/N: This fic was started way back in April, I wanted to take part in this year’s CSSNS event on Tumblr. This is my contribution, it had always been my intent to write something inspired by The Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit elves. I even made a moodboard/collage when I first started writing, I shared it on my Tumblr back in April.

I was so friggin happy when I learned that I was paired with the talented @piinfeathers, she has made the amazing cover art for me. (In two versions, one dawn/day and one night… the dawn one is going to be my “official” cover as it fits with a scene that comes later on. I have both versions set up side by side on my computer wallpaper, I love them so much.)

This will be multichapter and I have yet to find the ending in this, currently, I have 8 chapters written and we have yet to reach the final “battle”. I will try and spread out my updates so I’ll post one each week, I will do my best to remember to do it each Wednesday. In the next two weeks, you will have to excuse me if I forget as I’m on vacation.

I need to make one more shoutout and that is for my very helpful beta reader @ultraluckycatndltraluckycatnd. Without her, it would be filled with cringy typos and grammar errors.

I hope you will enjoy this as much as I’ve enjoyed the process of writing this, and continue to enjoy it. Let me know in a review what you think of this. Read here or on AO3

Prologue

“Come now, little brother,” Liam urged, pushing away another low-hanging branch.

“It’s younger brother,” Killian grumbled as his foot got tangled in another gnarled root. “Do we even know if the bloody crystal is in the temple; that it is perhaps nothing but a myth? It could be anywhere in this godforsaken place.” He looked at the dense forest around them; they had trekked through this place for hours.

Liam inspected his compass and compared his notes on a small tattered parchment. “We’re almost there.” He pointed ahead of the tiny trail that could hardly be called anything else but thick woodland. Liam chopped off the twisted vines that blocked their passage with his cutlass. Liam was an expert at wielding the weapon and had taught Killian as they worked their way up the ranks on Captain Nemo’s pirate ship. When the old captain had died, Liam had taken up the mantle of Captain on the Jolly Roger.

“I bloody well hope so.” Killian swatted at a mosquito that buzzed around his ears.

“Look.” Liam stopped in his tracks and pointed with his cutlass. “It’s right there brother.”

“So the crystal is in there?” Killian managed to push forward so he stood next to his brother. “This place looks haunted.” The tall, almost pyramid-shaped structure rose above them, intricate symbols lined the walls and around what looked to be the entrance.

“Come now, Killian.” Liam took a step forward, eyes scanning the large open area in front of the lost temple.

Killian followed his brother and they reached the entrance, and Liam checked his map and notes again. Finally, he nodded. “I know how to get in.” He reached out and pressed the Greek letters in the correct order.

Moments later, the large entryway opened up and they could see a dark hallway. Liam found his torch in his backpack and, using a firesteel, the flame caught the oil in the torch.

“Are you sure about this?” Killian looked into the darkness, his skin prickled in fear.

“Come now, brother.” Liam pushed through a layer of cobwebs and lifted the torch as he stepped inside. “Be careful where you step,” he warned as he walked further inside.

Killian glanced over his shoulder, making sure that no one had picked up on their trail. But the forest around them was still, perhaps a bit too quiet. Taking a deep breath, he hurried after his brother. “That bloody crystal better be here.”

“It will be, the charts have yet to fail us,” Liam said as he led them deeper into the ancient Greek temple. The temple that they had spent days locating was in the middle of some deep forest area in Camelot, close to the borders of Misthaven. Misthaven was the land of elves, and who knew if they in fact hadn’t already crossed the borders between the two realms.

Finally, the hallway seemed to open up in front of them, and they stepped out into a cavernous room, the light from the torch never reaching the ceiling.

As they scanned the area ahead of them, they saw a faint flickering of blue light further into the room.

“So this is an old temple of Zeus?” Killian asked, surprised that his voice didn’t echo through the vastness of the room.

“It is.” Liam pointed to the blue light. “I think that is the crystal.”

The two brothers walked carefully over the floor, stepping over several shallow grooves that had been cut out into the floor; it looked like it was filled with something. Killian crouched down. “Hold on brother.” When Liam turned to him he said, “What do you suppose this substance is?” He pointed to the not quite liquid but still not solid mass in the grooves.

“Careful,” Liam warned. He pulled out a small knife and dipped the tip of it into the substance, then he carefully lifted it to his face and sniffed. “Smells like burning oil, and some other things I can’t place.”

Killian grabbed for the torch. “So, indoor lighting.” He moved the flame to the ground and seconds later, the substance caught the flames, and with a fizzling sound, a low burning flame ran through the groove, spreading throughout the room. The brothers watched as the room became more and more alight with the now low burning flames. The grooves all formed an intricate pattern over the floor and moved up towards where they’d seen the blue light. Now they could clearly see a raised platform on top of a wide staircase.

They carefully moved up towards the platform and as they approached the blue light, they could see a long blue crystal resting on top of the platform.

“The Olympian Crystal,” Killian whispered in awe. When they had first heard the tales of the crystal, they had both thought it was nothing but a myth. But then they came across old maps and logbooks that pointed towards a lost Olympian temple.

Liam reached out and let his finger slide over the ridges of the crystal; the pale blue light that emanated from it seemed to shift and change as he touched it.

“Careful brother,” Killian warned, but Liam grabbed the crystal and when nothing happened, they both sighed in relief.

“We did it,” Liam said in wonder, his eyes catching Killian’s, and they both let out a victorious cry. Killian clasped his brother’s shoulder as they looked at the crystal in Liam’s hand.

“That we did,” Killian exclaimed and was amazed that they had managed to find the mythical Olympian Crystal.

“We’ll get the darkness out now,” Liam said and waved the crystal between them, then frowned.

“First we will have to find someone who holds strong light magic,” Killian said in resignation. While it had been a struggle in itself to even locate the crystal, the next path seemed utterly impossible. “Bloody hell.” He tugged at his long hair, which usually fell over his pointed ears, hiding the fact that he and his brother were both part elven.

“Didn’t the seer also mention something of True Love?” Liam asked and gave Killian the crystal so he could store it safely in his satchel.

“Aye.” Killian secured their newly acquired treasure and sighed. “How the bloody hell do we find someone with True Love?”

“The elves are said to be firm believers in True Love.” Liam shrugged, then he rubbed over his own pointed ear hidden under his long dark brown hair. “Even if we do have some elven parts, I’m not trusting that True Love will ever find us.”

“We’re bloody pirates to boot, and our souls are tainted with our father’s darkness, and it’s only getting stronger.” Killian shook his head, not really believing they would ever find True Love. “But we should be able to find someone with light magic, perhaps that will be enough. We’ll run out of time eventually and the darkness will have consumed our souls.” His skin prickled as the simmering darkness shifted inside him; to this day, it was still manageable, and they survived despite the curse they had inherited from their father.

“Let’s start by getting out of this place,” Liam suggested and pointed to the exit. Killian nodded in agreement as the two brothers quickly found their way out and made good headway through the dense undergrowth of the forest.

Suddenly, a crackle was heard behind them and a blast of something dark red whizzed past their heads. When they both turned to look, they saw a menacing green-scaled man chortling while his fingers wiggled in front of him.

“Now Dearies, be some fine gents and give the crystal to me.” The man’s long wavy hair shifted over his face as he tilted his head back and forth. He reached out his hand and wiggled his fingers again.

“Who the bloody hell are you?” Killian asked, trying not to grab for his satchel, thus giving away where they had the crystal. “And how the hell do you know we have a crystal?”

“Ah you see, I couldn’t go into that temple meself, so when I saw you two,” he waved his finger between them, “walk inside, I just waited for you to come out.”

“Who are you?” Liam demanded, stepping forward.

“How delightful, you don’t know me.” The man tapped his chin then chortled again. “Now let me introduce meself then.” He did an overly dramatic bow. “I’m Rumplestiltskin the one and only, and you will do as I say or I’ll have you both skinned like snakes,” he smirked, “and I quite literally am capable of doing just that.” The menacing glint in the man’s beady eyes sent a chill down Killian’s spine; he was sure the man spoke the truth about how he could end their lives. But he wasn’t keen on testing out the theory.

“You’re the Dark One?” Liam gasped and stepped closer to Killian. “You—”

“Never mind what they call me.” He waved his hand dismissively in the air.

“Why would you need a crystal?” Killian asked.

“Killian,” Liam warned. “This is the Dark One—” At this, the green man’s eyes sparkled with delight. “ — He will most likely use the crystal for some devious plan of his.”

“Ah, so you do have a crystal,” the Dark One laughed. “Now give it here.”

Both Killian and Liam stepped back and glanced at each other. Killian saw the same resolution in his brother’s eyes, they would never allow the Dark One near their crystal. With a small nod from Liam, they both dove head first into the thick undergrowth to their left. Killian only hoped that their path would lead them to safety. But right now he focused on dodging low-hanging branches and avoiding getting struck by the magic that the Dark One was currently blasting at them. A howl of anger echoed between the trees, and seconds later they could hear him moving closer to them.

Killian had no idea for how long they stumbled and weaved in between the trees, but suddenly their path was blocked by a deep gorge, and a thundering waterfall to the left had the whole scene covered in a light spray of water.

“Bloody hell, now what?” But before Killian could make a choice, they had another blast of magic wizz by them, barely missing Liam.

They turned and saw the Dark One looming at the edge of the trees, his hands lifted, a sneer over his lips, anger in his eyes. “Now give the crystal to me.”

“We don’t have a crystal,” Killian tried, but he could see his words didn’t mean much.

“Now which one of you carries it?” Rumple tapped his chin, while still holding the other hand ready to blast his magic. His gaze shifted between Killian and Liam, and suddenly his eyes landed on Killian. “The younger perhaps?”

“No,” Liam shifted his own satchel, grabbing it tighter. Killian glanced at his brother, wondering what his game plan was.

The Dark One’s eyes narrowed, then lifted his hand towards Killian and flicked his wrist, and suddenly Killian felt as if he couldn’t breathe. Trying to grab at his own throat, he found Liam’s horrified gaze transfixed on what happened. Liam tried to reach out to Killian but the Dark One sneered. “Give me the crystal and I’ll leave your dear brother alone.”

“I have it here.” Liam took off his satchel and placed it in front of him, his hands raised in the air. “Now let him go.”

Killian could hardly breathe anymore, black spots began to swim before his eyes, the air slowly seeping from his body. Suddenly he could breathe again, and he took large gulps of air. Before he could even comprehend what happened, the Dark One flicked his other hand and blasted a ball of dark red magic aiming straight for Liam. With his heart pounding in his ears, he watched as his brother was hit by the magic and stumbled back several steps. When Liam began slipping on the muddy edge of the cliffside, Killian bellowed, “Nooooo, Liam!” It all happened so fast that he barely managed to take a step forward before his brother slipped over the edge. Killian saw the fear etched in his brother's eyes, and his lips moving in a silent scream. Killian slumped to his knees, watching his brother tumble to his death, engulfed in the whirling vortex beneath the roaring waterfall.

“Ah, one down,” the Dark One chortled and when Killian looked behind him, he could see the man getting ready to blast his magic again.

In one fluent motion, Killian rose to his feet and bellowed, “I will avenge my brother’s death, you bloody wanker.”

“Now just give me the crystal and I’ll be on my merry way.” The Dark One waved his fingers at him, pointing at Killian’s satchel. “I bet it’s right in there.”

Killian was frantically searching for a way out of there, but he also had to keep an eye out for any movement the mad man did.

Before the Dark One said another word they heard the flapping of wings; it sounded like a large bird approaching. When both men turned to look towards the sound, Killian could see a large creature emerge from the mists hanging over the waterfall. As it got closer it looked more and more like, “A flying monkey?”

“What the hell is she doing here?” The anger in the man’s voice made it clear that whoever was flying on the beast, it wasn’t someone the Dark One had invited.

Killian didn’t really care; he took a chance and slipped down a narrow path he’d spotted that would take him downriver, leading away from the waterfall. He only hoped that the Dark One had been distracted enough for him to be able to slide down the path without being chased. Just as he made a sharp turn, he picked up broken pieces of the conversation happening above him.

“What? You don’t have the crystal…” It was a female voice that spoke at a high-pitched tone, sounding exasperated.

“You were not supposed to be here…”

“Oh but I’m here, and I guess I’ll have to find it myself…”

“That crystal is mine to find… mark me I’ll find it.”

“Whatever…”

Killian slipped down the path, his pants most likely in ruins, but he had to get the hell out of here and hopefully reach the Jolly Roger before the Dark One picked up his trail. When he finally reached the more level parts of the path that followed the brink of the river, he began searching for any signs of his brother. But his search was fruitless, and he knew he had at least another day's travel before he reached the sea. So he pushed forward and barely stopped to eat, only to fill up his waterskin whenever he crossed a smaller stream of water.

Early morning, he reached the shore and signaled for the crew to sail in with the longboat to pick him up. Minutes later he watched as the crew rowed the longboat to shore. Once they realized that only one Jones brother had returned, the group of men grew solemn, and with no words shared they returned to the Jolly Roger. It wasn’t a difficult decision to make; when Killian climbed on board the ship, he took over his brother’s role as captain of the enchanted ship the Jolly Roger. For the next many years, he would travel the realms and to his crew’s surprise, he never seemed to age. He often excused it with their many travels to Neverland, a hellhole in all the realms, but he did make a few lucrative deals with the devil ruling the island. Deals often included him spending more time than his crew on the island.

The years passed and each time anything regarding magic happened around him, he would flee and make haste to set sails. He knew the Dark One would be looking for him, and searched the realms for the crystal that he still had in his possession. None of his crew knew of the crystal, all they had been told was that the brothers had searched for something. When he returned he’d claimed the mission to be a failure, only gaining an enemy in the Dark One.

Killian searched the realms they sailed through for anyone with light magic; it had only been an endless string of failures every time he came across someone wielding magic, though. As such, he spent years struggling with the looming darkness shifting around in his soul. It messed with his mind, making him do and speak things that he would never have done on his own accord. The darkness ruled his life and knowing none with light magic, he ended up not believing him to ever be free of the darkness. At his darkest moments, he cursed his father’s elven magic that had caused the darkness to seep into him and his brother. But this was his life, he was a pirate and a bloody good one too; perhaps the darkness did help in this regard, yet he never felt as if this was the life he wanted to live. What more was there to find in life?

The Dark Elven

I was so friggin happy when I learned that I was paired with the talented piinfeathers, she has made the amazing cover art for me. (In two versions, one dawn/day and one night… the dawn one is going to be my “official” cover as it fits with a scene that comes later on. I have both versions set up side by side on my computer wallpaper, I love them so much.)

I need to make one more shoutout and that is for my very helpful beta reader Ultraluckycatnd. Without her, it would be filled with cringy typos and grammar errors.

I hope you will enjoy this as much as I’ve enjoyed the process of writing this, and continue to enjoy it. Let me know in a review what you think of this.