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onyxoverride · 3 years

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we all know and love our writers — let's show it!! Likes on Tumblr are the equivalent of looking at something and maybe giving it a nod but Reblogs are saying "this is good as hell!!" Reblogs and comments and interaction on our fics and in general are what energize us to keep writing and to see what yall really like! Writers you love on other writers as well, yall know what it's like out here 🖤

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Fandoms Included: Attack on Titan [23], My Hero Academia [18], Jujutsu Kaisen [2] Haikyuu [4] (if I counted correctly which I don't guarantee I did) [about 16 writers mentioned]

warnings: there's fluff and angst but mostly smut (18+) so minors do not interact, anything that is dark content will be bolded in red and lightly dark content (like mentions or perhaps light dubcon) is in pink

@titan-fodder - Fickle Little Thing [Nile Dok x Reader, Erwin Smith x Reader, Miche Zacharius appearance] I remember commenting on this and saying how I loved how they all handled the Reader different and how I loved the ending and I still do. - Service to the Crown [Reiner Braun x Reader] makes me so soft, I'm always down for fantasy romance and especially if it's forbidden - Prima Vista but specifically part 2 [Miche Zacharius x Reader] there's angst there's realism there's hurt there's the smut that makes your mouth water there's the wonderful world building there's the bad guys there's the things left unspoken. I fought off my Tylenol PM to read every single part until 3 am. I do not regret it. I say specifically part 2 because it's extra dirty, it's stuck in my brain that's for sure. It will be one of my all time favorites, and I will say that usually series seem to not keep my attention but this DID. It stole it in fact, and I haven't gotten it back.

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@arumiee - Purify Me, - one, - two all three are [Eren Jaeger x Reader] all three delicious. - This [Armin Arlert x Reader] made me go 😳 and - This [Jean Kirstein x Reader] made me go 😳😳 even harder. Gotta love me some breeding kink. You're amazing Mars and deserve love, go show them some! You write just pure filth like no other and a savor every second of it.

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@pleasantanathema - Blood of Eden [Erwin Smith x Reader] I said this in my reblog of it so long ago but I hung onto every single word of this, I was so excited to read it and you delivered 10 fold. That was amazingly beautiful, poetically tragic and haunting all at the same time. Wow. I still think about this fic, it's so 🤌 and it's something I can only describe with an emoji. - Play With Us [Reiner Braun x Porco Galliard x Reader] YES. this is perfect because this is my vision of a wonderful threesome. I love the dynamics and respect, just some fun funky smut, so lovely. - Give and Take [Zeke Jaeger x Reader] would this really be a rec list made by me if I didn't have Zeke here? He's mean and filthy and I love it. Especially the line "Left to fade out as you two came to life" LIKE HELLOOO.

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@lookslikeleese - Absolut [Izuku Midoriya x Ochako Uraraka x Reader x Katsuki Bakugo] HELLO‽ wonderful spectacular playful amazing HOT. So fun to read and even more fun to imagine. Left me sweating I swear. - Seven Minutes [Katsuki Bakugo x Reader x Shoto Todoroki] whew I remember reading this and I love the dynamic between them all and YES just YES. - Stitches [Shoto Todoroki x Reader] my heart aches for this one, I love it so much. Pining and aching love written so well.

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@lord-explosion-baku - Compromise [Shota Aizawa x Reader] I remember reading this on my old blog and SCREAMIMG so good and MMMM. - Tease [Yuji Itadori/Sukuna x Reader] I'm pretty sure you can hear me screaming from here like holy cow wow. - Hero Santa [Hanta Sero x Reader] this is just so sweet and playful I love it. - Kiss of Death [Katsuki Bakugo x Reader] so you wanna make me cry huh? It's too good bc I will I am - Entitlement [Hawks x Reader] now this is JUICY.

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@1252291 - this [Bertholdt Hoover x Reader] long distance relationship with Bert where he speaks dirty ??? SIGN ME UP. - this [Levi Ackerman x Reader] if you like Levi you'll like this without a doubt. - this [Porco Galliard x Reader] you can hear me barking still and I don't apologize for how feral this made me. - this [Levi Ackerman x Reader] uhm ow my heart but so good, hurts so good fuck

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@saccharine-darling - Wife Sharing [Connie Springer x Reader x Eren Jaeger x Jean Kirstein] it's dirty and lowkey sweet and a lovely naughty read. - All the Sweetest Things [Eren Jaeger x Reader x Armin Arlert] this is so sweet and naughty at the same time, I love poly dynamics so so much and Morgan is wonderful at writing them and multiple characters. - Rhythmic [Connie Springer x Reader] WHEW I love me some Connie even if its fuckboy Connie. - Bloodhound [Levi Ackerman x Erwin Smith x Reader x Miche Zacharias] anything with Miche and I'm ON IT. GOOD GOD. - Wild Ride [Zeke Jaeger x Reiner Braun x Reader x Erwin Smith x Miche Zacharias] AGAIN MULTI CHARA QUEEN it's the blondes!! Im a sucker for every single one of them.

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@some-kindofgnome - Caught in The Devils Game [Megumi Fushiguro x Reader] HELLO hello? HELLO‽ here's one line "It feels sweet to sin in Paradise." HELLLLOOOO‽ JUST JUST READ IT OK. - Til We're Home Again [Osamu Miya x Reader] I turned into a puddle thank you and oh my gosh. - Champagne Problems [Katsuki Bakugo x Reader] you know you didn't have to break my heart but you did and OW.

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@spacelabrathor - We'd Still Worship This Love [Hinata Shoyo x Reader] this is like poetry and I love the concept of being a god. Gosh WHEW. The line that really got me: “You value yourself so highly? That the offering of your simple flesh would be worth the efforts of a god?”

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@mindninjax - Love is A Polaroid [Hawks x Reader] I'm always a sucker for mafia aus and damn this just emphasizes it. - Toy Box [Katsuki Bakugo x Reader] I could feel Marquies personality through this, bright and bubbly but also sassy. Love Katsukis and Readers dynamic so so much. - Iron and Wine Series [Erwin Smith x Reader] and - Bound to You series [Katsuki Bakugo x Reader] are two wonderful series oh goodness

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@chiwhorei - The Folly of Man [Enji Todoroki x Reader] god I love this, I love how simply in love he is with the Reader, mega daddy simp Enji!!! - Seven Deadly Virtures [Kenny Ackerman x Reader] I remember specifically saying ""He's not the shoulder you lean on but tonight he's the chin you buck into" AHHHHH IM CLUTCHING MY MOTHER FUCKIN PEARLS OH MY GOD DIRTY NASTY OLD MAN THANK YOU DYMPH FOR SATISFYING THE KENNY FUCKERS ON THIS FINE DAY OOOO THE IMAGERY AHH&HHHHGGGGGGGGG" cough and that still applies...

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@10millionyearsdungeon - this [Mirio Togata x Reader] this was dark and tasty I love the upbeat sadism here. this [Kotaro Bokuto x Keiji Akaashi + Reader] Reader is a voyeur here and whew this got my heart taking LAPS. - Glory and Grandeur [Shindo Yu x Reader] WHEW this is naughty n nasty and everything good and saucy hellooooooo. - His Girl Friday [Shindo Yu x Reader] WOW OKAY this is a Rollercoaster and quite the fun one to take, I am looking very hard.

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@dabilove27 as nominated by @lady-lunaaa - Let it Slip [Reiner Braun x Reader] mmm this hurt my heart real good like ow ;;u;; but it's written so wonderfully. - How Far We've Come [Dabi x Reader] well ow again you're good at hurting people's feelings because the angst is so GOOD. In fact I think you may be too powerful.

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@thisisthehardestthing - Purple Pill [Hitoshi Shinso x Reader] wow this was like taking a drug and there's a need to want to read more and more - тоска [Tanaka Ryu x Reader] I love mafia aus forever and always and I LOVE the Readers energy and the dynamic between the two. - Gold [Tendo Satori x Reader] I love legends come to life and damn you made it happen.

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@hawnks - Crawl Home To Me [Keigo Takami x Reader] the pure love, the feeling of brokenness like two broken people healing each other without truly knowing it 🤌 my heart is full and satisfied. - Homebodies [Izuku Midoriya x Reader] this is just pure sweet domestic fluff I love it, like eating a marshmallow soft and savory and sweet. You write fluff and love like no other.

#my brain hurts ive read like 100k words today im p sure #i deserve kisses #aND BY KISSES I MEAN REBLOG N LOVE ON MY FRIENDS FICS PLS MWAMWA #⚫.ficrec #mega fic rec post #i need 2 sleep #pls spread and enjoy

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prettyboykatsuki · 3 years

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hello i just read eden and i needed to let you know how much i means to me?? yeah. i’ve only just discovered your blog but you write for katsuki so well <3

hey!! i want you to know that the night u sent this to me i was having a mental breakdown and it immediately made me so happy i stopped crying. thank u so much this means the world and ily for it

#return to sender #hall of fame #so serious btw

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satoruvt · 5 years

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unrequited

this is DEFINITELY gna have a part two but!! i got rlly carried away with this n i hope yall like it anyways because i think it’s so good lajdhfkjhdsf

pairing → bakugou katsuki x reader

word count → 992

request → tbh, ur a writing qween™ and i can think of no other than to write this prompt. so i’m a sucker for angst and unrequited love; katsuki’s childhood best friend developing feelings for him and falling in love with him for years, but she hides it rlly well all the way into UA, she introduces him to her other friend one time out of chance (she’s just perfect and everything reader isn’t or is insecure about) and he ends up falling for her friend while being oblivious to her own feelings for him? :)

song inspo → 909 by eden

part two

It’s a little pathetic, really. You’re pining - desperately, secretly. The days were hard; staring at him from across the room, watching as he tried to hide his smiles from Kirishima and Sero. It was good, so good to see him finally opening up to others. However hard the days were, the nights were worse - being so close to him most nights, studying on his dorm room floor or watching a movie in his bed, knowing that he makes your chest burn with desire and he’s never thought you to be more than someone who’s willing to put up with his bullshit.

You’re in love with him. Butterflies and red cheeks kind of love, staying up all night because you can’t stop thinking about how good he looked at the sports festival kind of love, daydreaming that maybe he just might feel the same kind of love.

You’re in love with him, and Katsuki doesn’t notice a thing.

Or maybe he does and he’s choosing to ignore it. He’s not stupid, you know this - he sees a lot more than he lets on. Then again, you’ve loved him for years; you’ve gotten good at hiding it. The feeling didn’t really hit you until middle school, after knowing him a few years. But once it did it hit like a truck, knocking you off your feet and onto Cupid’s arrow. Suddenly the angry boy next door was more than just that - and while you knew you were special to him, too, it wasn’t the same.

A part of you wants to tell him. You’re already bursting at the seams, wouldn’t it be easier? To spill your heart out in front of him? Maybe on one of those nights where he asks you to come to his room. Maybe you should have, after he was captured by the League and then saved by Izuku and the others. The idea has crossed your mind hundreds of times, almost spilling out of your mouth.

A part of you wants to tell him… but then another part of you tells you to keep your mouth shut.

Katsuki’s too focused on becoming the number one hero, right? Work at U.A. wasn’t easy, and to concern him with something so trivial… no. You can’t. What if he doesn’t feel the same, too, will you lose your best friend? The one person you can rely on regardless of what happens? Your dynamic with him was strange, but you know you’re his person, just as he is yours.

It’s not until you introduce him to a friend from Class B that you realize you’re too late.

“Oh, Katsuki!” You call, waving your hand. Your friend fidgets beside you as Katuski turns around, hands in his pockets. He raises an eyebrow as you motion him towards you, but walks closer anyways, against the traffic of students heading to the cafeteria.

“What do you want?” He asks, eyeing your friend. She smiles, nervously, and you can’t really blame her, with the way he’s staring at her.

“I want you to meet my friend,” you say, and as they introduce themselves - Katuski being crass as usual - you stand by with a smile. It’s been just the two of you for a while (three, if you count Izuku, but you’re sure Katsuki wouldn’t), so it’s good he’s willing to meet others. Maybe everyone in class A has softened him up a bit.

A week passes. Everything is normal. Until it’s not.

In your mind, before the initial heartache, you think to yourself that it makes sense. They cancelled each other out - she was quieter, kinder, able to calm him down when it was necessary. And Katsuki was, well… Katsuki, asshole to the world but sweeter underneath. It makes sense. Opposites attract. Of course.

Then again, all Katsuki had said was that you should invite her when the group went out again - that didn’t mean anything, right? Right?

“Oh,” you start, quickly covering your shaky voice with something more teasing. It rolls off of your tongue easily. You’ve gotten too good at hiding. “What’s this? Does the ever-angry Bakugou Katsuki like someone?”

A pillow is thrown at your head, and you chuckle. It’s fine, this is normal Katsuki, he doesn’t like her -

When you manage to brush your hair out of your face at look at Katsuki again, he’s red. He’s blushing.

Oh, God.

“I’ll, um,” you stammer, and hope he doesn’t notice. Your heart is racing. Oh, God. “I’ll make sure to invite her along next time.”

You can’t be here. He’s looking at you - he knows, he knows something’s wrong, of course he does, he’s your best friend, he -

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing, I… I just don’t feel very well. I’m gonna go back to my room. See you tomorrow, Katsu.”

You leave before he can say anything else.

The door shuts behind you but the sound is distant, echoing in your mind. All you can hear clearly is the sound of your heartbeat in your ears, your footsteps far away as you make your way to the elevator to head back to your room. You don’t run into anyone on the way there, thankfully, but your hands are shaky as you try to put your key into the slot. Please.

You finally get it in, opening your door with a rush. Before you’re even fully submerged in the darkness of your room you feel the tears, burning your eyes like chlorine from a pool. You don’t even make it to your bed, collapsing with your back against the door. Your knees give out and you sink, slowly, to the floor, your final resting place with your head on your knees and you cry. It shouldn’t hurt this bad. You need a painkiller - some Tylenol to cure your heartache. Could Recovery Girl help with this? Does her quirk work for emotional pain?

The sound of your own rattling breaths lures you to sleep.

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glorious-catastrophe · 5 years

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fic recs

fandoms in order: good omens, bnha, penumbra, bungou stray dogs

last updated: october 26th, 2019

Good Omens

outside the reigning order by rosemary_boy

“Our history, our - our future. The Arrangement, but also, uh, other things. You said, um, ‘What would you do if… if Head Office wasn’t an issue?’”

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In which Crowley is a dumbass romantic and Aziraphale is just a dumbass

An Angel who did not so much Fall In Love as Settle Into It Gradually by TheLadyZephyr

Crowley was standing in the middle of the room, hands in his pockets, looking a little lost. Aziraphale eyed the distance between them. Five steps. Five steps, and six thousand years, and a battlefield spanning an eternity.

The story of the little moments over the millennia that shape an angel’s regard for a demon, and the way he slowly, with great reluctance but inevitable surety, falls in love.

Hail The Saints (In a Godless World) by thecoquimonster

Aziraphale is always busy during Pride month.

*In Which A Puckish Demon Terrorizes A Reluctantly Smitten Archangel by sweetNsimple

“Greetings,” said the demon, smiling in a friendly manner. “My name is –” “Is that you, Aziraphale?” Raphael asked. “It is, isn’t it? You were a Principality.” “Oh, drat,” said Aziraphale. “I rather liked my new name. I picked this one out myself, you know. In Hell, they’ve come to call me Owly. Can you believe it? It lacks all imagination.” “Oh, well.” The archangel waved a hand toward him. “Go on with it, then. Who might you be, Owly?”

The Before and the After, and the Fall that Separates by katydidordidnt

Raphael neither slinks down past Earth to the fires, nor winks out near the surface. Raphael remains bright and strong, flickering like a summer lightning bug, and then settles near the outskirts of London.

Omia, with sweat running rivulets down her cheeks and her arms shaking from exertion, stares and stares and stares until the glow blurs with Heaven around her.

Raphael is on Earth.

In the (Second) Beginning by cherryfeather

As their lunch stretches on Aziraphale slowly comes to realize that Crowley is—enjoying him. Enjoying Aziraphale’s conversation, and company, far more openly than he has in most of Aziraphale’s memory. And Aziraphale knows that he himself is just chattering on, letting conversational tangents carry him along, and—it’s definitely relief, for him, knowing for the first time in a long time that they aren’t being watched, that no one is keeping score for now.

- Aziraphale realizes that Crowley's been saying something rather loudly for a week.

Colors by idkimoutofideas

It’s widely known that human beings only see color after they’ve met their soulmate. But that’s just for humans, right? After all, angels and demons don’t have soulmates, and it would be dumb if they couldn’t see something humans could, so of course God just lets them see color, right?

to the end of time by AMidnightDreary

"I've never met anyone as stupid as you," Crowley says, sounding somewhere between exhausted and impressed. "You're never going to Hell again."

"I hope so," Aziraphale manages, his voice coming out muffled.

"That wasn't a suggestion, angel."

My Indelible Friend, You Are Unbreaking by Draco_sollicitus

Crowley doesn’t think he necessarily needs to hear some positive reinforcement every now and then, but it also doesn’t hurt when he gets it. And if he gets it from just one source — just that one angelic source — well, he doesn’t need to examine that too closely, does he?

(Aziraphale and Crowley spend thousands of years giving each other words of affirmation, and Crowley is, as always, a little soft for the angel)

Faithless by mirawonderfulstar

In the aftermath of the apocalypse, Heaven has a test for Aziraphale.

A reversal on the "Crowley gets dragged back to Hell" trope.

Mr Fell by Spoderman

Sam and Dean Winchester are just on another case, when it seems they may have come across something, or someone angelic. Who is this Ezra Fell, and more importantly, what is he? Well, they probably shouldn't ask him, he can't remember.

And Anthony J Crowley can't forget.

Potter Omens by sadaf

His heart had dropped into his stomach when he had received his invitation letter. A lovely, rounded yellow slip of paper, with neatly-quilled emerald writing, addressed ever so politely to a “Dear Mr. Crowley,” stating that “We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry...”

*how big the hourglass, how deep the sand by Handful_of_Silence (note: highly rec’ed from me but mind the tags!)

After the Apocalypse, and with characteristic slowness, both Crowley and Aziraphale think there might be something they need to sit down and talk about.

And then Aziraphale disappears.

*They're Married, You Asshole by megacinnamonpeaches

Crowley may be in the basement of two loons, but he's more worried about his dinner reservations than their line of questioning.

Nanny Knows Best by DictionaryWrites (warning for some like.... sexual language/innuendos. mind the tags)

Being a nanny, that should be simple. Simple. Easy as pie.

Crowley wished that were true.

*A Memory of Eden by ImprobableDreams900

When Crowley gets captured by angels and dragged up to Heaven, Aziraphale knows he has to rescue him—no matter the consequences.

* a culmination of miracles by prettydizzeed

“Do you remember the, ah, the bit about the serpent, after the ordeal with the apple and such? Cursed above all the cattle and every beast of the field, upon thy belly thou shalt go, dust shalt thou eat all the days of thy life, et cetera?”

Aziraphale nods.

“And here I am, not, you know, crawling on my belly, obviously, so. Got to be punished for that prolonged bout of disobedience.” Crowley shrugs, then hides the accompanying wince.

Aziraphale’s brow wrinkles. “I’m afraid I don’t understand—”

“I’m in pain, angel. All the time. It’s just kind of…” He waves a hand. “How things are."

BNHA

Boys Are Stupid by deviance

“Sorry, bro, I'm not going to make it to our study session tonight."

“Why?”

“Ah,” Kirishima grinned almost shyly, “I've got a date.”

Bakugou froze, chest feeling like he'd just been pierced with a lance.

“A...date,” Bakugou repeated, admittedly dumbstruck.

Kirishima smiled. “Yeah, so I'll see you later,” Kirishima said, waving before leaving the room.

So this is what heartbreak felt like. He hated it.

*The Most Opportune Robbery by IronicVeghead

Kirishima was hopeful that he would only be in line for a few minutes, drop off the deposit without any extra charges, and be back at Alpha Office before Bakugou’s patrol was over. With sunflowers. Oh, and smoothies. Hell yes. Suddenly, the doors to the bank burst open with a crash and Kirishima knew this wouldn’t be a routine trip. “EVERYONE ON THE GROUND!”

done with having dreams (the thing that i believe) by futurehearts

"Oh my god," Ashido yells. "Look, you guys, the number one hero is -"

"Marry me."

It's New Year's Eve at Bakugou and Kirishima's place. A few things happen.

*Number One by QuirklessWonder (SouthernSmartAss) for Ellieb3an

Eijirou woke up to getting hit in the face with a phone.

This, admittedly, was not usually how he woke up. He hardened his skin, his eyes shot open, and he pulled his arms up to defend himself, but then there were large - familiar - hands stroking his arms and a soothing voice in his ear. After a second, he managed to drop his defenses and when his panic finally resided, he was able to recognize the shock of blond hair and handsome face hovering above his.

“What the fuck?” He rasped, his voice still thick with sleep despite his rude awakening. Katsuki chuckled, partly apologetic but mostly amused.

“Sorry,” He said, pressing a kiss to Eijirou’s temple before crawling onto the bed and throwing a leg over his waist, settling on top of the redhead’s stomach. “That wasn’t exactly how I planned this to go.”

* Lighting The Beacon by M3zzaTh3M3z

"Who's ever heard of a gay hero?"

Not many, at first. But slowly, that begins to change.

* Brave by ValdangeloMalec

After Class A learns about Eraserhead and Present Mic's relationship, Kirishima, thrilled to find out that he could be gay and a hero, comes out to his parents. When it goes worse than expected, Aizawa and Yamada find a broken and bleeding Kirishima on their doorstep

will I ever be more than I’ve always been? by aloneintherain

“I want,” Bakugou says, “you to wake the fuck up. Make teachers look out for their kids. Don’t put up with any kind of violence—this should be a fucking safe space for kids. And the little shit-stains who think they’re above the rules because they’ve got a fancy quirk? You deal with them, too. Quirk usage is illegal. Physical assault is illegal. And yet I saw all that and more when I was here—I did all of that and more when I was here.”

The principal stares at him. “You’re saying you wanted us to give you detention?”

Detention. Like that would have done anything.

“I’m saying,” Bakugou says through gritted teeth, “that you should’ve expelled me.”

Or: how Bakugou became an anti-bullying advocate.

parted, and never parted by Authoress

Before going into battle, it’s only proper to make an offering to the god of war. But Kirishima’s run out of things to give.

flat circles by chonideno

it's a cycle, repeated over and over: something new, then the feelings that come with it, then going through the five stages of grief to learn how to embrace it

or how kirishima grows up, one year at a time

Love Notes by PurplePersnickety

There was a note on Eijirou's desk. It was small, post-it sized, and as Eijirou approached, he could see it had been typed. None of his classmates seemed to have noticed it, because he knew that if they had, there would already be people reading it. 1A was... nosy.

Eijirou picked it up. There were two words written on it.

You rock.

Detonate by theroyalsavage

Bakugou, Kirishima thinks, looks like starlight. And then he wants to punch himself, because what a thing to think about a boy who is built to combust.

not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all by theroyalsavage

The proposition is simple: fake-date the single scariest human being on the planet so Todoroki Shouto can go out with his brother. The thing is, with Bakugou, Kirishima thinks he may have signed up for more than he’d bargained for. (A 10 Things I Hate About You AU.)

marketable by eggstasy

Jealous Inner Kirishima has a better vocabulary than Actual Life Kirishima, who just has to open his mouth to make stupid words fall out in the wrong order. Bakugou throws a laundered sweat towel at his face and says, “Quit leaving your shit downstairs,” and Kirishima answers him with, “Thanks for my towel washing it,” which leads to him sinking down in his chair and trying not to die.

People notice.

*the fool's rush by chonideno

Settling down with each other is naturally what comes after being dorm neighbors for years. It’s time to navigate through adulthood together, to live the daily grind of being pro-heroes, to learn more than they thought they’d like to know about each other, about themselves.

Or how Bakugou and Kirishima find a way to call each other “home” and struggle with the realization that once all their bills are on auto-pay, the only thing they still have to deal with is this pit full of feelings they have ignored for too long.

* 2 A.M by cityboys

Caught between cities, phone calls and shifts he didn't sign up for, Katsuki finds that he doesn't travel light as well as he thought.

*Tonight, We're the Sea by idratherhaveyou

Kirishima goes to a quiet seaside town to take care of his grandmother after she has a bad fall. There he meets Bakugou Katsuki and falls in love.

We’re a good match, so let’s start a fire by Claus_Lucas

Kirishima thought he’d mess with this guy by pretending to help him hunt down a dragon, but at this point Kirishima really likes Bakugou and doesn’t know how to admit that he is the dragon.

Maybe if Kirishima can get Bakugou to like him back enough, he won’t be told to fuck off forever.

slow dancers by chonideno for psych0tastic

In which Bakugou asks Camie to be his date for the Yule Ball and Kirishima, in spite of everything he stands for, runs away from the sight of his hands around her waist.

*Unforgettable by deafmic

With his husband out of town, his friends all busy, the school term over, and all his work either dried up or completely done, twenty-nine year-old Aizawa Shouta finds himself incredibly bored. As most bored pro heroes do, Shouta looks for a case to solve and comes across that of a man terrorizing children in a district near where Shouta grew up.

Investigating leads Shouta to a forum for underground heroes that particularly focuses on his hero persona, and then to a specific person, a fourteen year-old kid who goes by the screen-name 'Mindjack', who is Eraserhead's biggest fan and happens to live in the district where Shouta's villain is.

Late night chats lead to Shouta getting attached to this kid and slowly becoming more and more intent on taking down the villain threatening his neighborhood.

Pick Me Up by ill go with that then (Linelenagain)

“You’ll never make it. You’ll drop me before we get halfway there.”

“Bet you I won’t,” Yamada says. The look in his eye is bright and dangerous. It makes Shouta want to agree to things he shouldn’t.

“Bet me what?” he answers, against his better judgement.

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A 5 + 1

Sugar Sweet Stress Relief by KuriKuri (NOTE:I PROMISE THIS ISNT A SEX THING)

“You are required by law to let me spoil you on your birthday,” Hizashi says solemnly.

“You always spoil me,” Shōta grumbles.

(Or: accidental-sugar-daddy!Mic)

*Eraserhead's Number One Fan! by MikeWritesThings

eraserhead gave me head @pretzelmac (1h ago, 7:39am)

what a good day to wake up and remember that eraserhead has a great ass

"What the hell is this," Shouta asked flatly, staring down at Nemuri's phone.

(Or, an Eraserhead fan account apparently exists, and Shouta...does not know how to deal with that.)

Just A Little Advice by KuriKuri

u like that song? i’m p sure i’m going to tear my hair out if i have to hear it 1 more time. Hizashi frowns at the text for a moment, before his phone buzzes with another message.

also i think u have the wrong #.

Baby Steps by ArtlessThief

The thing about depression, is you don't realize that you're having an episode until it's too late.

Days of My Future Husband's Past by YamiHeart for Nartothelar

The lack of cell phone signal. The out-of-date convenience store. The young boy staring up at him with his husband’s quirk. Hizashi wasn’t just in a different place. He was in a different time.

*Breathe It In by KuriKuri

“I’m surprised Aizawa-kun lets you scent-mark him like that.”

Hizashi turns to blink at All Might.

“I hadn’t really thought about it like that,” Hizashi says with an awkward laugh. “I’m just a tactile person, I guess.”

“I didn’t mean anything bad by it,” All Might adds quickly. “I was just caught a little off guard because Aizawa-kun is normally so territorial.”

“Oh,” Hizashi replies, unsure of what else to say.

(Or: Soft Werewolf AU)

*Love is Not a Weakness by Amandyalmonds

Considering how perceptive Midoriya was, there was an ongoing pool among most of the teachers for how long it would take him to figure out that Eraserhead and Present Mic were a couple.

And well.

Midnight just lost the bet.

*Responsibility by deafmic

“I told you outside,” Aizawa chooses his words carefully, reiterating the same point he’s made before. “My responsibility for you doesn’t end at the classroom. Every part of your life is partially my responsibility. Your father doesn’t scare or intimidate me. If you need help, I can get it for you, but you and I both know that you need to ask for it first.”

Aizawa organizes a way for the students to go home for the holidays. Todoroki Shouto, however, gets left behind by his father. Aizawa, annoyed at Endeavor, takes Shouto under his care for the night, and is joined by a certain Yamada Hizashi.

Closer by MikeWritesThings

“Hello and good evening, dear listener! How’s it going? What’s on your mind?”

“Why didn’t you do the dishes. I specifically asked you to do the dishes so when I got home from patrol I could have stuff to make us dinner. Tell me why, Hizashi.”

Or, one evening an irritable Shouta calls Hizashi during his evening show, and it becomes a regular occurrence.

*yours, mine, ours by cityboys (note: not momo/shouto)

In which Momo winds up with a catering job and Shouto tries to delay the inevitable.

*history has its eyes on you by aloneintherain

Midoriya looked over the occupants of the room with butter soft eyes. “We should do this again. Seeing everyone in one place … it’s like we’re back in school again.”

Todoroki said, “It feels like a family reunion.”

(Social media fic, counting down the five months to Class 1-A's ten year reunion.)

One of "Those" by Ultimatum

Todoroki and Midoriya are pro heroes. They're also dating.

These two aspects clash when they're outed to the entire world as Japan's first officially gay heroes.

Serendipity by theroyalsavage

Midoriya Izuku crosses the border between worlds with the intention of bringing back a fallen star. But the world beyond the Wall is not what he is expecting it to be - and neither is the fallen star.

Of magic, humanity, and the ways in which Izuku falls in love - with a place, with a boy, and with the stars.

dance around in your smoke by thehibiscusthief

Todoroki Shouto is a ballet dancer, and an excellent one at that. So when he's offered a class at a studio that focuses on modern dance, he's...a little out of his depth. Especially since Midoriya Izuku is around.

Avocados are Not the Objective by wockpurz

Secret Agents AU (A New Year’s Eve Special)

Aizawa returned his attention back to the Midoriya. “Your next assignment is to infiltrate the Todoroki Household. And please, no disasters this time.” Everyone directed their gaze at the now bristling Bakugou.

“I got the fucking job done, didn’t I?!”

got secrets I can't tell by Prince_Of_The_Night for Spontaneous_Splenzi0411

Literary Heroes @literaryheroespublishing Former villain and government supported ‘vigilante’ Dabi opens up about the reality that forces people to turn to villainy in his upcoming autobiography, “The Lost Boys”!

[OR: A story told through social media, news articles, and an autobiography about Touya Todoroki.]

*cold-blooded by wellthengetouttathesoupaisle for Ceryna

“I can’t leave,” Hawks mutters. “I’m meeting someone.”

“Yeah, you’re two seconds away from meeting the angel of death,” the voice scoffs, and suddenly it sounds loud and clear, no longer smothered. Hawks snaps his eyes open. He’s met with the sight of wrinkled, purple scarring and turquoise blue eyes a few feet away from his face.

“Oh,” he says stupidly. “Dabi?”

“Yes, you idiot—holy shit, your lips are blue. Gimme a sec, I’ve gotta make a phone call.”

Or: Hawks gets stuck in an unfortunate situation, nearly dies, and is rescued by the villain he's not supposed to like. It's complicated.

Can't You See The Scars? (But We're Forced To Cover Up) by Erin_Ravenseeker

Dabi makes a deal to give up information about the League. It's going fine until Endeavour shows up and Dabi, formerly Todoroki Touya, loses his cool.

Hawks knows what Endeavour did. And he's just so done with this “Number 1 Hero”.

Things that haven't been spoken of for years are coming out of the woodwork.

Aizawa feels like throwing up.

*Metal Chick by glitteringeva (note: it’s got the nasties)

Six months after the incident that destroyed his career Hawks is slowly getting back on track. Once the star of the classical music scene, now forced to take any job just so he has something to do. Giving piano lessons to Shouto Todoroki is better than having nothing to do at all, right? But when he ends up working with a young aspiring metal band and their lead singer Dabi he at first doesn't realise what he has gotten himself into.

*Canary in a Coal Mine by marreena

There’s two parts to being a hero, wanting to save people and being dumb as shit.

Hawks happened to excel at both.

Dabi brought out both of those sides of him in strides.

Drowning In Love by Alois_Trashy

Dabi has lived his whole life trudging through darkness. One day, he meets someone who gives light to his world.

*bright ass cherry red by *beetime (LITERALLY READ EVERYTHING BY BEETIME THEYRE SUCH A GOOD WRITER)

“I think,” Kirishima says, poking at his inch long roots fading out into pale bleach-pink hair, “I need to redye my hair.”

Bakugou actually drops his book and raises clasped hands to the ceiling, “Thank fucking god—“

“Katsuki!”

✦ Day 6 Massage / First Times / Touches

what could have been by thishasbeencary

Blue flames were visible on the ground where the fight was occurring, containing the fight to a smaller area unless someone planned on going through them. Bystanders and heroes were standing on the other side of the flames, the heroes trying to keep the civilians from coming any closer.

Blue flames could only mean one person.

Hawks dove toward the fight, straight toward the flames.

The fire was harmless, at least for Hawks.

[Touya Todoroki became the hero Touya instead of the villain Dabi.]

*give me more than the things i've lived for by eliestarr

His grip is firm, but not tight. Hawks could break it if he tries.

“If you want to stick me with something,” Dabi says, far too close in the near total darkness, teeth flashing white, “I can think of far more pleasant things.”

“What the hell, Dabi?” Hawks snatches his hand back and reaches for the bedside lamp.

Hawks and Dabi, through the fall of Endeavor, the League and what comes after, with too many hospital beds and bandages in between.

make yourself smaller by KuriKuri

“Hizashi,” Shōta says, cutting Hizashi off abruptly. “Shut up.”

Hizashi blinks at him for a moment, caught off guard.

“I need to get this done before fifth period,” Shōta continues, keeping his eyes fixed firmly on his computer screen. “You’re being annoying.”

“Sorry,” Hizashi replies, a little haltingly.

* quote love unquote by newamsterdam

Sero nods. “It’s the chance of a lifetime, really,” he says. “We want you to date Bakugou, for the sake of his reputation with the press. Some public appearances, a few ‘candid’ photos. For at least a couple of months.”

“Bakugou sent you to ask me to date him?” Kirishima asks, baffled.

“Of course not. We, his people, are asking you to date him. He’s going to have to get on board, if he wants his career to survive. And in the bargain, Riot will get all sorts of publicity, because their lyricist will be dating one of the industry’s hottest stars. A win for everyone.”

When Kirishima Eijirou's band hits the big time, he's not prepared for his newfound fame. He's even less prepared to meet the actor he's been crushing on for years, or to start dating him as a publicity stunt. The closer Kirishima gets to Bakugou Katsuki, the more he realizes he's in over his head. But it's hard to stop, once his heart is in it.

The Penumbra Podcast

Giocoso by frostandcrow

Juno and Peter get hired to “reclaim” a gem from an auction house. The catch? They’re hired by two different clients. Cue the hijinks.

Alternate title: Jewel-Heists as a Form of Foreplay for Two Adrenaline Junkies.

something would always rule me by MissjuliaMiriam

They’re in the Martian tomb for three days before Juno figures out that Nureyev is not a vampire. Realistically, he knows that this makes him an idiot. Whatever. It’s fine. The problem is that if Nureyev is not a vampire, Nureyev is a human, and Juno… Juno’s fine for now, but in another three or four days, he’s going to start to get hungry.

*let me say (sweet things to you) by jubilantly

"Hey, J, you awake?", Mick says, muffled through the door. "I heard some noise, please tell me there's no burglar in your room." Not anymore, Juno thinks. "We're on a cruise ship!", Juno yells in the general direction of the door, "Why would there be a burglar in my room on a damn cruise ship, Mick."

at world’s end (and to all the stars beyond) by ser_atlantisite

“Careful, handsome,” Juno teases, at the same moment Peter breathes, “Marry me."

Lovers and Statues Alike by anamnesisUnending

“Okay, sure. We’re just here to appreciate the art. Alone,” Juno punctuated. “In the dead of night. With no one else around.”

we’ll be lovers at last by orginoflove

Peter Nureyev dies young, and he never gets a proper funeral, only a false eulogy that flashes across every screen in Brahma. The Peter that stares down at the shattered planet is wide-eyed, young, and afraid. Peter vows to never be that boy again.

*drink hot coffee, drink hot tea by eachandeverydimension

(burn your lips, and remember me)

Juno and Peter make this long-distance thing work.

*dust rings by misandrywitch

“If that’s so,” Peter says, under his breath even though there is nobody there to hear him speak, “then come after me.”

Juno Steel and the Apple of Discord by InterstellarVagabond (note: tina’s fics are very good, but you wanna know why peters alias is named apollo in this fic? its because of me)

The Eris Code Ball: an annual party held by millionaire Marcellus Trent where all the best thieves, detectives, mercenaries and con-artists are invited to play a little game. On one side you have the law-breakers looking to steal the Eris Code, the most valued treasure of Marcellus's collection. On the other you have the law-keepers, there to stop the thieves at any cost. Juno didn't expect to see Peter here, though maybe he should have. This is the first time he's seen him since he abandoned him in that hotel room after the battle with Miasma, and that's going to make staying focused very hard. What's worse? Peter's brought a date.

Bungou Stray Dogs

Margin Of Error by izanyas

After a failed assassination attempt on his person, Dazai finds himself recovering in an unfamiliar place: a hospital where criminals abound, staff and patients alike, and Dazai's own doctor is a little too attractive.

Do No Harm by TheGreatCatsby

“Does the Armed Detective Agency have the capacity to take care of a sick Ability user?”

Or, during one of the worst outbreaks of illness that Japan has ever seen, the Port Mafia requests the help of the Agency.

Hold onto it by Root (Fyki)

"It's good, though", Odasaku adds. "It reminds me I'm alive, reminds me what I have to do".

"I don't really like to be reminded that I'm alive".

*Happily (n)Ever After by Memos

“I’ll ask again, do you remember what we did last night?”

For the longest time Chuuya was met with only silence.

“Well, I remember how the night started…” Dazai finally revealed, still lying sprawled on the floor.give me more than the things i've lived foreliestarr

#wren.txt #fanfic recs #fic recs #fic rec #chesnut mccree

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kewltie · 5 years

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YEAR END FIC REVIEW

This year I wrote:

biological imperative

wings of icarus

war of the roses

sugar, we’re going down

you are cordially invited...

garden of eden

your kiss tastes so red

hana to ryuu

a demolition boy & his cryptid bf

the fox’s bride

when dandelion roars

hope is a four letter word

butterfly pinned under glass

the devil and the deep blue sea

vol 1: goodbye halcyon days

papa said to knock you out

my boy builds coffin

love meme, hate meme

interlude: paper darling

in rouge

at the feet of the world

that’s 21 stories (124k words!!!) and that’s discounting all the random fic snippets that i wrote only on tumblr so far.

Overall thoughts

My actual writing year didn’t really start until like in May which mean the bulk of my writing was in the last half of the year. I spent most of the first half reposting and moving my eunhae fic over to ao3 so I didn’t actually have any new fic to post (even tho i was prob still writing away with random fic ideas anyway but no actual completed fic to post) until I wrote BI for bakudeku and that pretty much sealed the deal for me. New fandom, new pairing, and new obsession. Honestly coming in I was worry how slow I was writing and how I didn’t get much done but looking at my fic list and my wordcounts and HOW I DID IT ALL IN HALF A YEAR... im pretty impress with myself :D.

Also, I think it’s a good time as any to finally realize and accept when you finally move on to a new fandom. So thank you v v v v much to my old fandom for nurturing me and helping me grow as i writer these past five years. You made every eunhae fic worth it, thank you again!!!!

My best story of the year

“A demolition boy & his cryptid bf” if all the kudoes that keep on coming tell me. Here’s a random tidbit about it: i wrote it all in like 2-3 days in some sort of mad spur. social media style fic was something i did for eunhae before so it wasn’t new to me so i guess that’s why it came easy enough LOL but this was little more intensive just bc i wanted it look even better but im sooooo glad ppl were so accepting of it despite the style of the fic and the way it was format. you guys rock!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! gave me enough confident to start “love meme, hate meme” even tho im pretty sure i was going to do it anyway lol.

My favorite story of the year

“love meme, hate meme,” only bc it is my masterpiece in term of how fucking damn pretty it is and how much blood, sweat, and tears i poured into it just to get that damn FONT COLOR RIGHT.

Most fun story to write

“papa said to knock you out” aka kasumi ‘verse only bc she literally wrote herself. her voice come clear and true to me and i had such a fun time writing in her pov!! it also plays into my dumb romcom trope that i always love bc royalty au? CHECK? single parents? CHECK CHECK? past secret love affair? CHEEEEEEEECK. it’s just all so damn cliche and it’s me to T and i fucking love it.

Story with the single sexiest moment

“In Rouge” played with a lot of things i love where it borders on sexy/intimate without crossing the line. like im 90% sure bakudeku were going to bang in the restroom but the fact that it’s THE RESTROOM IN THEIR SCHOOL and katsuki is damn good bf and wouldn’t want their first time in that shitty place so yea hands to themselves. but honestly i don’t do smut/nsfw but i always tread the water with it lol with my kink fics bc i am kinky v v v much so but i do in a way that is comfortable with me without dealing with explicit sex and im really glad i get to show off that in my fic bc sexy doesn’t alway have to lead up to sex ya know????

Most "holy crap, that's wrong, even for you" story

"my boy builds coffin” a katsuki that kill sends shiver down to spine but man writing it and thinking what push him over the edge was exciting only bc i love my fluff in general but i highkey love dark and edgy stuff too esp super dysfunctional relationship, yo.

Story that shifted my own perception of the characters

"My boy builds coffin” for sure. Only because I wanted to stretch how Katsuki would fall and understand the length he would go to ensure a future where izuku is alive and thriving and I THOUGHT man if your future bf who is this scarred and traumatized individual person come back in time to protect you by killing every fucking thing that hurt you and instead of freaking the fuck out you’re like “um, IM SO JEALOUS OF MY FUTURE SELF TO HAVE THIS PERSON DEDICATE THEIR LIFE TO THEM” and im like fuck bc that’s the kind of fucked upness that i love.

Hardest story to write

if it isn’t “love meme, hate meme” than THIS IS YEAR IS FUCKING CANCEL. the formatting,juggling a gazillion of usernames, the font color and text, THE FANFIC ARCHIVE etc everything i have to carefully format and code even tho i have extremely and bullshit knowledge of it.

Biggest disappointment

nothing???? i love ALL MY BABIES. but no really that fucking mad max au im writing and was supposed to be posted yest.... DAMN YOU.

Biggest surprise

Uh, “demolition boy” and probably “kasumi verse” only bc i never intend for either of them to happen :P.

Most unintentionally telling story

the vampire fic my entire reason for writing it is so I CAN PROCRASTINATE ON THE ACTUAL FI IM SUPPOSED TO BE WRITING. i wrote it all in one sitting passed waaaay into the AMs. that’s... some dedication to my procrastination.

Story I haven't written yet, but intend to

the age gap abo childhood friends au i have been working on the side :S.

Goals for this year:

Finished all my major projects (kasumi ‘verse, wedding verse, social media au, stepbro au)

hopefully i can get started on gasoline verse aka the post zombie fest where bakudeku tried to survived it by building the most codependent fucked up relationship possible :D; it’s letting your bf become a ‘zombie’ just bc you can’t live without him

WRITE AT LEAST ONE TODODEKUBAKU FIC!!!!!

thank you soooooo much for putting up with this year!!!! i know im really bad at replying/commenting and interacting with you guys but i want you to all know i feel incredibly blessed and humble by all your kindness and support. you all treated me so well last year and this year I hope to return your kind gesture by giving you more stories to read in 2019!!! :D

#idle rambling #year end fic meme

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seno99 · 7 years

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Tag thing...

Rules: answer the questions in a new post and tag blogs you wanna know better

Star sign: Scorpio Height: 5′3″ Time right now: 11:27 pm Last thing you googled: 5sos Ketchup (XD) Last book I read: After We Collided by Anna Todd Favourite music artists: 5sos, 1D (<lol sort of), EDEN, Various Artists (I have to many.) Last TV show watched: LOST (I’m in love with it once again, now I can finish it and cry....) What are you wearing right now: A wolf shirt and some pajama shorts. When did you create this blog: (idk) maybe like 2010/2011? What do you post: fandom stuff and ship stuff... plus some funny stuff.. and some art work here and there, OH and fanfics I’ve written (I have another blog I put that stuff on. >:D ) Do you have an Instagram: mgclemmings Do you have Snapchat: yes (although I hardly use it :P) Do you get asks regularly: no, although one I did get was rude af. How did you choose your URL: I was bestfriends with someone named sonia once upon a time and my nickname is seno so I put them together. :P Gender: fem Favourite colour: teal, krome, honey, grey-blue Average hours of sleep: 6 or 7, 8 at most. Favourite characters: Adam Levine and Blake Shelton from The Voice, Jack Shephard, James “Sawyer” Ford, Kate Austin, Victor Nikiforov, Yuuri Katsuki, Yuri Plisetsky, Jean Jaques (JJ) idk and many more. How many blankets do you sleep with: Two comforters and a Pendleton wool blanket from New Mex bc its cold asf. Dream job: I’ve recently been wanting to become a astronomist/physisist/chemist, but also a comic artist or an interior designer. I did want to go into fashion design but that sort of died down a little. Random fact about yourself: I have terrifying dreams which are technically nightmares, but whenever I dream I have nightmares. Like one time me and my sister went to hell and a lawnmower with the blades in front were about to kill her, then I woke up. Then the one where my mom abandoned me as a child, and the one where I was stuck fighting in a scary ass alien/machine war, and then the one where I was shot in the head and went to a form of “purgatory” and woke up with tears running down my face because in the dream after I died I was in a house full of pics of me and my sis and I couldn’t find her.

It is now 11:47. Lol took 20 mins to write this. XD

So yeah, I tag @hrrraandm @dj99wazzzzzup @xangelswingsx @kara-dnvrs

#lol idk #i wanna love you #i wanna know you #i wanna know what love is #XD #me

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handsingsweapon · 6 years

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come slowly, eden

(the final portion of the witch prompt trilogy from all my halloween silliness. read pt 1 here, pt 2 here - someday i will clean this up and a03 it, someday)

It’s summer when the realization that will ruin Victor’s life hits him. He is fifteen years old, and he’s traveled south for the summer to visit with relatives. There’s another boy in town who’s just about his age, Christophe, and they’ve just gone for a swim to stave off the summer heat. Victor’s beaten him in a race to and from the other bank twice, through no fault of Christophe’s: Victor cuts through waves like he was born for them, has always felt most clearly himself standing on a shoreline or looking into a pool.

If there is magic about Chris, and Victor doesn’t have any reason to believe there is, it doesn’t speak to him in waves and currents and tides. Its secrets are not kept in a beautiful blue grimoire that Victor’s gotten to peruse while his mother watches. It’s a little sad, perhaps; he’ll never know the sacred circle of a coven, and there’s a whole portion of Victor’s life that he’ll never be able to clearly articulate.

For now they are just two boys making mischief, due to head back to the manor, crafting plans to steal pastries from the cook.

Christophe pulls his shirt down from where they’d left most of their clothes, hanging over tree branches, and Victor notices the way his muscles ripple.

The realization is this:

Oh. He’s beautiful.

He blinks and he is nineteen, and he and Christophe are at university together, two knaves unleashed together on London. Victor doesn’t know then that it’s a dangerous place for him, but he should: the water of the Thames is brackish and sick with pollution, and his mother’s letters all warn him to take care, that London is a place where there are good witches, and bad witches, and witches who are somewhat in-between, the way his mother’s mother is, always on the lookout for her own interests. In the end it’s not any of those things that do him harm: it’s alcohol and Christophe’s crooked smile and the gambling tables; it’s liquor and the community of bohemians who meet in the back rooms of pubs near university; it’s the things that happen in the boarding rooms they occupy, when no one is meant to be looking. Christophe is Victor’s first kiss, and the person Victor lets take him to bed, but Christophe has other lovers among the community of artists they dabble with, and what Victor wants is something Christophe can’t offer him.

He is twenty-one when Christophe gets expelled, and he is home for the holidays in time to listen to his Grandmother rant and rave about that terrible rake of a boy. “Make no mistake,” she says, “men who do the kinds of things that Giacometti boy got up to are a disgrace.”

Victor is a water witch. It doesn’t mean he can’t still burn.

By twenty-eight he lives a half-life, stays far away from home, and when his father passes away suddenly and the manor becomes his, he has a blow-up argument with his grandmother in front of his mother that he’ll regret for a very, very long time. Maybe the old woman regrets it, too, but there’s no taking back the kind of hex she spews in the center of their shouting match. There’s an ugliness there that doesn’t easily go back into a bottle.

His mother begs him to reconsider. You could marry anyone, Vitya.

He is twenty nine and he will turn thirty in just a handful of hours. Anyone.

“No,” says Victor, who fixes his Grandmother with a stare that freezes lakes.

He turns thirty. The curse takes him.

The first years are ugly years, years he won’t be proud of later on: Victor haunts his Grandmother from the invisible realm he occupies, does everything he can to make her miserable whenever she dares darken the manor’s doors. He tries to be gentler with his mother, who spends years trying to negotiate the terms of the curse. I can’t break it, Vitya. I can’t -- I --

Shh. Quiet now.

His Grandmother dies and he’s glad of it. His mother dies and he’s miserable. One by one his friends follow. He watches his house change hands again and again and again and then one evening there is a young man with stark, severe features and kind, soft eyes sleeping in his bed. Yakov, thinks Victor. The old man’s gotten one last stab in after all: he hasn’t done what the previous heirs have, and told the newest occupants about the household rules.

Well. At least it’s a novel change. He’s seen the three of them before, at least, visiting Yakov and Lilia in the intervening years. They’re an amusing bunch, a fledgling coven. Magic doesn’t seem to have the same strength in this era; they need guidance, they need the old ways.

He is not a ghost but some days he feels like he might as well be one. He sits down and he writes. They are playing cards together.

Victor’s been teaching his three fledglings bridge. The game’s interrupted by a guest and for a moment he feels a flicker of surprise. Guests! Once, Victor had imagined this house full of them, had let himself picture what it might be like to hold salons of artists and magicians, to create a place of thriving. He hasn’t thought of that in a very long time.

A man storms in, with Yuri hot on his heels. He has dark hair and umber eyes; blue-framed spectacles. He’s in a soft, chunky sweater that’s a little too big for him; Victor’s eyes catch on a sliver of collarbone and he immediately scolds himself. Their guest is lecturing the other three on curses -- curses! He’ll be giving them all a stern writing to, later -- before his attention gets caught on an old portrait Victor’d once sat for in the intervening years between London and the argument.

“Who is that?” the stranger asks, and Victor watches delicate, gentle fingers sweep dust off of the touch of paint that makes up his painting-edition mouth. “He looks ...”

How does he look, Victor wonders, and he gets up without preamble, moves closer. Only distantly does he note Georgi saying his name; he’s studying the way the light from the windowpane catches on the tips of this man’s fingers, the way his eyes swallow and then reflect slivers of daylight. This close, he smells herbs and flowers; he feels braced in a way he’s not sure he’s ever felt. The others are still talking, and the young man, looking at the painting that both is and is not Victor, finally gives his name: “... Yuuri. Yuuri Katsuki.”

“You’re a white witch,” Victor breathes, to a whole household that can’t hear him. Sometimes he does this; he can’t help it. Talking to himself is one way not to disappear. “You’re. You’re.”

He’s perfect, is what he is.

There is no relief for Victor’s latest house-guests after that: at night, he opens Yuri’s laptop and pecks away at the keys. He scribbles on the giant chalkboard Mila has put up in her room. He writes to Georgi in the journal. Together they try and fail to find a way to read Yuuri into the house’s curse, bound up into the inheritance of it. Every time Georgi tries to explain it he trips over his own tongue, knotted up with foul magic that won’t let any of them explain.

He leaves notes on the fridge with the magnets Mila bought. Flowers, thinks Victor. In this situation, people send flowers. Victor picks them based on their meanings and makes Georgi fill the whole house with them. Georgi’s the only one who will do it; he thinks it’s very Romantic.

He learns Magnolias are Yuuri’s favorite. The house will never be empty of them, Victor thinks. He’s manic with this new, fragile thing, the feeling that perhaps finally here is someone who can help him, who can undo the foul thing that has sat on this household for a hundred years.

He goes, perhaps, too far. If there is another way, Victor Nikiforov does not know it.

Y U U R I when / i / look / at / you i / remember / how / hope / feels

The argument this launches in the middle of their kitchen is an excruciating pain, but it teaches Victor something important.

Yuuri has a heart made of glass, too.

He writes. He spends an entire night doing nothing but writing, and six other letters get fed to the trashcan before there’s one Victor can tuck under Georgi’s doorframe for a delivery, feeding it through the slot there with careful, shaking hands.

When Yuuri returns to the house carrying a potted fern and picking at the terrible poetry magnets on the fridge, Victor’s entire being opens up and sings. He has never been so grateful for such an idiot’s invention, and as a notebook gets added to the kitchen, he learns to admire the small, efficient bend of Yuuri’s handwriting. In general, modern script is so careless and ugly compared to the finely trained hands of Victor’s day, but there’s something about the way Yuuri writes that is still, in its own way, objectively lovely.

Victor admits for the forty-seventh time that he is charmed. He likes the way Yuuri picks at the hem of his shirts, the way he cleans his glasses, the earth-smudges that stay on his hands when he shows up at the house after his work. Sometimes Yuuri nibbles on his bottom lip while he thinks and Victor has to actively stomp down the dizzying urge to kiss him, softly and quietly.

There will be no kissing of Yuuri, not like this.

Are you a ghost? Why can’t we meet?

alive /

B U T

in / a / mist

Would you want to meet me, if you could? What a thrill to think of it.

“Yes,” says Yuuri. Yuuri who wears the softest sweaters and who rolls up his jeans and who has the most beautiful ankles. Yuuri who traces a finger over the edge of the mug of his tea when he’s thinking. “Yes,” Yuuri repeats, “and I am going to figure out how to help you.”

Victor takes a cue from Yuri Plisetsky and unapologetically shouts -- practically roars at the old witch, long since dead, from the kitchen. “Take that, you hag!”

He is unprepared for the actual reality of a few nights later, with Yuuri checking into the house with a suitcase in tow, setting up in a guest room facing east that Victor actively forces himself to stay away from. That night, as Georgi and Mila and Yuri prepare their circle -- they’ve started leaving a fourth place for Victor, along with a glass of water, to represent him, and it touches his heart -- he stumbles in with an empty mug of tea and a book tucked under one arm. “S-sorry,” he says, already backing away, and it’s Plisetsky who barks out a change in directive, who surprises sometimes with keen, fickle flashes of insight.

“We’ll move around. Come join us, katsudon.”

“You want me in your circle?”

Yes, Victor thinks. Spirits yes.

Mila draws the chalk, the pentacle, places Yuuri at its apex, fetches a fresh, plain candle from the bookshelves and then snaps her fingers over each wick: green for Georgi, a pale yellow for Yuri, red for herself, white for Yuuri. Victor’s candle is blue and as Mila lights it he catches the puzzled look on Yuuri’s face. Whatever question that sits on Yuuri’s tongue waits as he watches them: Yuri is holding a mason jar with a moth trapped inside, and he opens the lid to release it; Mila lights incense; Georgi passes a bundle of lavender through the heat of his candle and then sets it on an open plate. Victor pauses for a moment, contemplative, and then he dips a finger into the water of the glass that’s been left for him and traces it over the crystal edge of the cup. Yuuri startles and stares, for a long time, at precisely the place where Victor is sitting. Then he frowns to himself and pats down his jacket for a bundle of twine, and Victor watches as he knots it around his own fingers, creating an intricate matrix of thread which glows white as Yuuri activates its magic with a whisper of his own breath. “Come into the center of the circle,” he says, “I want to see you.”

“You can’t,” Victor replies, certain that Yuuri can’t hear him.

“Don’t tell me what I can and cannot do.”

“You heard that?” Victor asks, incredulous, but he’s already on his feet, moving towards the center. “That’s incredible, Yuuri, I ...”

This time, however, Yuuri gives no sign of having noticed, and it gives Victor pause, makes him wonder if perhaps the first time around was just a fluke, a trick. He’s still considering those doubts when Yuuri gets to his feet. Dust, Yuuri says, Georgi, I need --

Georgi keeps fine sand among the components he uses for spell-casting, and he slides it towards the center of the circle, waiting. Yuuri reaches for it, murmurs words of blessing, and unceremoniously throws it over Victor, soiling one of his better suits in the process. Victor holds his breath. Yuuri squints, and then blinks owlishly, and Victor stands impossibly still while he unwinds the string over his hands and then uses it, still glowing, to map out a second circle around their feet.

They’re standing so close. If he were corporeal he could just reach over and tuck one of Yuuri’s curls back behind his ear. Victor thinks about this and that’s when he feels it: Yuuri’s hand, sweeping his bangs aside.

“Your eyes are bluer than your portrait,” Yuuri says, very quietly, like he’s in awe, and Victor immediately chokes on the sob that breaks out of him, like a dam that’s been burst. “Oh, no no no - don’t cry, I didn’t --”

Victor attempts to pull himself together, but he can hardly breathe, much less speak or think. “I apologize,” he manages, after what feels like an eternity. “You must understand that it has been a very long time since anyone has been able to tell me what I look like.”

“You’re beautiful,” breathes Yuuri, who immediately flushes almost as red as Mila’s candle, and Victor’s treacherous heart skips over itself, falls down four flights of stairs. Oh.

Yuri Plisetsky never misses an opportunity to miss an opportunity, and he ruins the moment entirely. “Will someone please tell me,” he hisses, “what the fuck is going on. Can you see him, katsudon?”

“... I couldn’t, before. And -- well, now. Yes. Like this.” Which is inconvenient and impractical, of course; they can’t spend a lifetime standing inside of a magical twine circle standing so close that if Victor breathes deeply there’s a very real chance he’ll accidentally touch some part of Yuuri and won’t that be a thrill come to think of it perhaps they can stand in the magical twine circle forever --

He’s losing himself again.

“Tell me what happened to you,” Yuuri says, and for the first time Victor glances past him, and he sees what Yuuri must be seeing: that beyond the glow of the twine on their floor there are coiling, angry shadows, all of them bent on reclaiming him.

Victor opens his mouth, tests his own tongue. “Many years ago,” he says, “I was cursed by an angry old woman.”

He can say it. He can stand here, and look at Yuuri, and be looked at, be touched, and he can say it.

The shadows circle. Victor is not sure how long this ritual will hold them off.

He makes the most of his freedom now to gently take one of Yuuri’s hands in his own, tracing the precious knuckles and the beautiful fingertips with their blunt fingernails and their work callouses.

He tells the entirety of the sad, sordid tale, start to finish. Yuuri never once takes his hand back.

For a week, Victor watches from a state that is somewhere between euphoria and agony while Yuuri Katsuki devises new ways to battle back the curse. Three times a day they recreate the circle now, and three times a day Yuuri crafts new and inventive spells to try to pull Victor back. It’s thrilling to watch him work, to see the determined gleam in his eye, to realize that all this is being done for him, for Victor. It’s also objectively terrifying: every session ends with Yuuri spent, with Mila wrapping a fresh blanket over his shoulders and Georgi providing a fresh cup of herbal tea.

They’re sitting in the circle within a circle again, cross-legged and facing each other, Victor’s hands resting upwards in Yuuri’s open palms when Yuuri bolts upright from his meditative state. “I’ve got it,” he says, with manic glee.

“Victor. It’s so obvious.” He laughs, suddenly, brittle, nervous; rakes his fingers through his hair, says something Victor Nikiforov has never in his life imagined he’d hear from another man:

“We’ll get married.”

“What?” Says Victor. And Mila. And Georgi.

Yuri helpfully adds: “... the fuck?”

“You have to get married, but your grandmother never specified to who. It’d be inconceivable to her that you could actually marry a man, back then, but now you can, so you don’t have to compromise by -- I mean, you’d have to marry me, or maybe someone --”

“I’ll marry you,” Victor says, and it’s only after they’ve extinguished the circle and he’s alone again in the invisible dark that he stops to think about it: about how Yuuri’s marrying him because of some loophole, some way to trick the hag’s age old-hex. It’s for you, but not because of you, he realizes, and for the first time in many, many years, he doesn’t sleep.

Yuuri comes back a few days later with a hedge witch in tow, an older woman he introduces as Minako who seems to have been talked or perhaps bribed into this entire ordeal. “Can he even sign a marriage license, your invisible Jane Austen house spirit?”

“Of course he can sign one,” grumbles Yuuri, and then he says something that breaks Victor’s heart. “I told you, it’ll be temporary, we’ll figure it out.”

They make the circle again.

Victor doesn’t come forward. He sits in a chair in the corner of the library, resigned to his fate. Perhaps he ought to be looking for ways to do what everyone else he knows has already done: shed the last remnants of his life and move on. Of course, the hex hasn’t granted him that, either.

Yuuri, beautiful, kind-hearted Yuuri, willing to marry himself into a lie just to break Victor out of the dark magic he’s stuck in, looks increasingly agitated. “Victor,” he keeps calling, softly, like he’s confused. “Victor, please. Won’t you come ... Victor, are you still here?”

It’s not until Victor realizes that he’s crying that he comes forward, slowly, conscious of the way the circle at first resists admitting him and then finally bends to allow him through. Yuuri exhales in relief. “I was so worried something had happened to you.”

“Something has happened,” Victor says, carefully, and he resists the urge to wipe away Yuuri’s tears. That’s the sort of thing that someone Yuuri loves should do, not someone he’s trying to save just because he’s a good person, bending himself into the shape of something he can’t possibly want. “You don’t have to do this, Yuuri, you ... I won’t ask you to do something so inauthentic. I can’t.”

“Inauthentic?” Yuuri whispers, bewildered, and something about it makes Victor admit to terrors he hasn’t even fully confessed to himself.

“Marrying me for the sake of marrying me,” he mumbles. “We’re not even sure it would work, and then you’ve gone and done something that’s supposed to be meaningful, and maybe it does work but maybe it’s been so long that the curse just lets time catch up with me and I just disappear or ... it works and you just, what, we annul it, and --”

“You want to annul it? After?”

It’s Victor’s turn to be bewildered. There are fresh tears in Yuuri’s eyes; he’s horrible with crying people, feels inclined to fall apart on his own. “Well, wouldn’t you? We hardly know each other.”

“I know everything about you that I need to know,” says Yuuri, with a certainty that takes Victor’s breath away.

“... What? How?”

“I know that you could have escaped this years ago by marrying some woman you could never love and you decided not to, which tells me you have integrity and you’re principled ... I know that you spent years mourning that choice and you could have become some awful, twisted version of yourself and that in some ways you would’ve had the right to, and you didn’t. I know that instead you chose to warn everyone else -- that you’ve taken care of the people who’ve come after you. I know that you’re clever and that you’re poetic and I know that if the idea of love didn’t matter to you so much you wouldn’t have spent the last hundred years so terribly alone.”

“I’m anachronistic. I’m an artifact. I belong in a museum.”

“I’m anxious and I’m not doing anything spectacular with my life and you’re going to figure it out and want to do something better,” says Yuuri.

“Yuuri, nothing on earth could be better than you.”

“Are you really arguing with him about who wants to get married more?” Yuri Plisetsky asks, from the outer ring of the circle, while Minako stands off to one side, raising an eyebrow.

“I think it’s very romantic,” Georgi says, with a hand over his heart. Mila thumps the back of his head, insults him even, but it’s incredibly fond.

Minako Okukawa conducts her first and only half-invisible marriage, and Victor signs the license that she’s somehow authorized to give them as some sort of city official. He will find out later that it was one of those things that seemed like a good idea to her once, while drunk. He will learn a lot of things later.

He hears a howl and feels the twist and snap of shadows, and they lunge on him, on Yuuri, and intuitively Victor grabs Yuuri and pulls him against his chest, ready to protect him from the old wishes of an evil, selfish woman.

Nothing happens. Yuuri is warm and real against his chest and they both take three heavy, rapid breaths.

The older woman -- Minako -- whistles. “Damn, Yuuri, you might have mentioned that he’s handsome --”

Victor looks around, sees the slightly stunned looks on Yuri, Georgi, and Mila’s faces; they’re all looking at him, eyes following him, and he’s -- he’s ...

He’s free.

He drops to one knee, takes Yuuri’s hand in his. “Yuuri Katsuki,” says Victor Nikiforov, who is going to buy so many magnolias, “... will you court me?”

“Victor,” Yuuri says. “Stand up.”

Puzzled, Victor does.

Yuuri twists his fingers around Victor’s tie and kisses him, so softly, just off-center. Mila whoops behind them.

“That’s what we do at the end of weddings, these days,” Yuuri murmurs, with a shy smile that’s utterly enchanting.

Victor is going to kiss him until everyone else is sick of it. He starts, for now, with one more; drapes his arms over Yuuri’s shoulders, tilts their foreheads together and flashes a mischievous smile, grins, even. He can’t remember the last time he’s grinned, but he’s doing it now, ear-to-ear.

“What else happens at the end of weddings, these days?”

“Victor!”

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