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My 2023 Fanfiction Wrapped

Hi everyone! It's ya boi spreadsheets back with another fanfiction wrapped! This time I actually took the time to make it look really pretty (see: I half assed this in Google Slides for my discord server's swampmas wrapped event lmao).

Without further ado, here's what I read this year.

2023 Fanfiction Mini Guide

These are fics I rated 7/7 stars on my guide that I would FULLY recommend everyone read if you're into these fandoms or ships.

Stranger Things

Gen (Steve & Robin)

As He Sinks Just Like A Stone by saintmares | Rated T | 5k

The words "Steve Harrington is sooo strong" had always made Robin Buckley roll her eyes. After all, what did it matter if some stupid jock just so happened to use his muscles a bit more than other people? But when her life comes crashing down inside a secret underground Russian elevator, Robin finds a new appreciation for the strengths of Steve Harrington... at least until she has a startling realization about her best friend and his fleeting mortality as the Party patches up his demo-bat bites.

Steddie (Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson)

Black Out Days (Fairground Nights) by OonionChiver | Rated E | 140k (background Ronance)

‘I think,’ Steve says slowly, reaches for Eddie’s abandoned, untouched beers. ‘You don’t know me very well.’

‘I don’t know you at all, man. I don’t really want to.’

Steve’s throat works. It’s subtle, but Eddie sees it. He hides it with a swig of beer, but when he sets it down, his smile isn’t quite so bright. Twice as sharp, though.

‘The self-centred asshole who can only be decent to a single human being, I get it. It works for you.’ Then he takes a thick, heavy breath. The alcohol is hitting him, Eddie can tell. ‘And I am being civil. I’m here, aren’t I? You have any idea how hard it is for me to be here?’

‘In a bar?’

Steve doesn’t answer.

Star vs. the Forces of Evil

Stomco (Star/Tom/Marco)

Monster Carvers by Raikim4Never | Not Rated | 70k (unfinished, but I think about it every day of my fucking life)

Fourteen years after Princess Star Butterfly is kidnapped from her cradle, a terrorist attack on The Underworld results in Prince Tom Lucitor being sent to stay on Earth. Meanwhile, the Monster Carvers plot to bring an end to all non-Mewmans, and Ludo learns of rumors that Tom was given the Butterfly wand for safekeeping…

High School Musical

Chyan (Chad/Ryan)

I Still Don't Dance by Rozavie | Rated G | 20k

Chad Danforth never thought that he would find himself here—washed up, past thirty, teaching at a high school, and divorced. Basically, everything in his life has gone up in flames. No longer being able to play his favorite sport, and coming off of an exhausting (although amicable) separation, Chad decides that it's time to focus on what he can control. Primarily, raising his daughter. As long as she's happy and healthy, Chad thinks that he can manage to be as well.

But when an old friend from high school stumbles back into his life, Chad's world gets just a little more interesting.

Boy Meets World

Cory/Shawn/Topanga

For a good time, call by feyrelay | Rated M | 3k

This headcanon lives rent-free in my head, constantly, and I was so disappointed in how GMW handled a lot of the adult relationships and stickier topics, that I just had to write this. It just might rot your teeth.

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Zukka (Sokka/Zuko)

like the sun inside you by ofherlionheart | Rated M | 200k (Unfinished)

Sokka's expression is caught somewhere between determined and pissed off when he says, “I know you think this is your responsibility. But you’re not going to be alone in this. This is why we’re building you a council.”

“I know,” Zuko says.

“And the only way you’re going to die having done nothing but sit in meetings is if you let yourself do that. You’re not a bad leader if you take a break now and then.”

Zuko scowls. “What, so people can then say at least my father wasn’t lazy?”

Sokka tilts his head. “Don’t you think there’s a difference between laziness and, I don’t know, choosing life and happiness in spite of a terrible dad who tried to take both from you?”

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Zuko is sixteen years old when he’s handed a crown, a throne, and a hundred-year ancestral legacy of colonial imperialism. He’s not scared of the work; he’s scared of being consumed by the responsibilities and burdens he’s claimed. What Zuko doesn’t quite realize, yet, is that he’s not alone in this.

(do you take this jerk to be) your one and only by jatersade | Rated T | 55k

Under the leadership of Fire Lord Iroh, the Fire Nation has made every attempt to restore peace and make amends for the harm they inflicted during the Seventy-Year War. Their newest proposal is a literal proposal: a marriage to unite the Fire Nation and the Water Tribes.

The Fire Nation offers Prince Zuko’s hand.

The Water Tribes offer Princess Yue’s.

Sokka is apparently the only person in the world who has a problem with any of this.

Will We Last the Night by CSHfic | Rated T | 144k

Chief Arnook never assigns Sokka to protect Princess Yue, so he goes to fight the Fire Nation with the other men. When the moon dies, and the ocean spirit takes its revenge, Sokka is caught standing on the deck of a Fire Nation ship. Sokka should have drowned… and he would have drowned, if not for a certain Fire Nation raft fleeing the North Pole.

[An enemies-to-lovers season 2 rewrite, where Sokka is separated from the gaang during the Siege of the North, and travels the Earth Kingdom with Zuko instead].

War Crimes by Lovely_Elbow_Leech | Rated M | 90k (MAJOR CONTENT WARNING FOR SA, CHILD SA, TORTURE, MURDER, AND VIOLENCE - PLEASE READ THE TAGS AND CONTENT WARNINGS)

Book one ends with two major diffrences: 1. Sokka went on the mission with Hahn (it did not go well) 2. Zhao survives the North Pole and that proves unfortunate for everybody (except Zhao, obviously)

Imprisoned on Zhao’s war ship, Sokka and Zuko have to work together to survive. They are not very enthusiastic about this prospect.

And they argue.

A lot.

War games by Lovely_Elbow_Leech | Rated M | 428k (MAJOR CONTENT WARNING, TORTURE, VIOLENCE, MURDER - Unfinished)

After the events of War Crimes, Sokka and Zuko have escaped Zhao’s warship and are fleeing across the Earth Kingdom. As well as unfamiliar terrain, they have to navigate their shared trauma, work out where they fit into the war, and their place in each others lives.

Sokka is aware that being friends with the enemy is going to bring complications, but he probably should have guessed that being friends with Zuko in particular, was going to be a bit like dunking your head repeatedly into a bucket of angry Fire Ferrets.

Katara is also grappling with the confusion of befriending an enemy, something that doesn’t prove as difficult as she had expected with the bond of shared, furious grief bridging old wounds. (Learning a new way to look at her bending doesn't hurt either)

Azula, struggling with the Fire Lord’s mistrust, encounters a few nasty surprises and has to make some difficult decisions. Luckily, she is a great deal better at making sensible choices than her brother.

Her father may have made a slight tactical error.

In the Soft Light by CHSfic | Rated T | 84k

As the newly appointed cultural liaison to Northern Water Tribe, Zuko is the first Fire Nation Citizen to step foot inside the city's walls in nearly a century. He's determined to prove himself—to the Fire Lord and to his father—even if the Water Tribe's spirit-touched prince seems to want nothing to do with him.

Moon Spirit Sokka AU

These Things Written by Erisenyo | Rated E (Underage) | 222k

The letter was never supposed to be read, least of all by Sokka. But then, things happen every day that aren’t supposed to, in war.

Or,

On a particularly hopeless night, Zuko sends out a messenger hawk to nowhere. He didn’t realize that his messenger hawk is deeply committed to completing the job. And that Sokka happens to be traveling straight through nowhere, at the time.

These Things Known by Erisenyo | Rated E (Underage) | 400k (Third in series! There is a second one between These Things Written and These Things Known)

[Aang cuts him a quick, guilty look. “I didn’t mean to imply that you…”

Sokka raises his eyebrows. “That I…Focus on the present to the point of blindly committing to enormously questionable courses of action with significant long-term ramifications because they’re gratifying in the immediate moment, which is particularly concerning as our chief Maker of Plans?”

“Uh—That’s basically…Yeah.”]

Surrounded by danger and doubts, separated by war and one irrevocable decision—after the world of just-Sokka-and-Zuko crashes into the world of everything else, what comes next?

Or,

What happens when trusting someone suddenly means something far different out in the world than it did in the space of a Ba Sing Se teashop?

I'll Share the Moon, if You'll Share the Sun by anarchycox | Rated M | 400k

An alternate world where Iroh leads a coup against Ozai on the eclipse and wins the throne for Zuko. The southern water tribe hadn't sent men to fight in thirty years, instead protecting their home, laying traps, using guerilla tactics so the fire nation gave up fighting them.

Sokka and Katara found Aang, but being frozen in ice for a hundred years has ramifications and for almost four years the tribe focuses on healing the avatar.

Zuko is advised for continued peace to have an arranged marriage outside the fire nation. The best option is a the child of the chief of the southern tribe. Katara is in love with Aang and is heartbroken, but will do her duty for her people. Sokka finds a loophole that they can carefully and craftily exploit.

Aka they lie. They lie so hard and Sokka becomes the one betrothed to Fire Lord Zuko. He is sure there will be no consequences to the plan. Certainly not going to fall in love with the man he is lying to. At all. Nope indeedy, no love on the menu. Dang it.

Everything That I Am Not by Benedick | Rated T | 85k (Unfinished)

Sokka isn’t stupid. Not that his sister is, mind you (at least, he’d never call her that to her face now that she’s honed her waterbending), or any of the rest of Team Avatar, although sometimes it feels like he’s living in a different world from the rest of them — a world where running out of food means starving, and walking into a town full of firebenders with the Avatar in tow will get you killed, rather than help you free a beaten-down Earthbender colony.

Anyways.

Sokka isn’t stupid, which is why he laughs directly in Aunt Wu’s face when she tells him that he will marry the Fire Lord.

As always, if you're curious how I get my data or how to do this yourself, shoot me a DM or come bother me in my Discord Server (It's called The Swamp, we're all queer and neurodiverse with various interests and are currently having a pokemon themed Swampmas)

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tom-whore-dleston · 4 months

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for the event how about snooze with steven grant <3333 they just fit so perfectly together !!

Snooze

Pairing: Steven Grant x f. reader

Word Count: 1.5k

This fic contains: fluff, neighbors to lovers, insomnia, meet cute scenario, confessions, kissing, corny play on lyrics of Snooze

Summary: You are the main constant that helps combat Steven’s insomnia. This night, things are a little bit different.

Notes: omg Sil you are so right about how Snooze is Steven-coded!! Thank you bb for the request and I hope you enjoy 🥰🫶🏽 Thank you to @potatothots for beta reading and sharing your insight 🩷

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Steven glared at the blue squares of his Rubik's Cube. It had been the third time he solved the three dimensional puzzle since the moon illuminated the night sky. The toy tumbled into his lap as Steven’s groggy eyes flickered towards the shimmering sphere that tauntingly gazed back at him.

The classical record that was meant to aid his sleep came to an end. Steven lost track of how many times he played that record. When his insomnia began many moons ago, the record did wonders for his sleep. Now, it basically is a broken record because of how often he played it at night.

Yet, there was one constant that always helped him fall asleep. And that was you.

You were new to the apartment complex and moved in right next to Steven. The way you both met was one for the books. Your flat mate was running late for work due to lack of sleep from the night before. He rushed out the door, struggling into his coat. Without realizing, his shoelaces dragged carelessly across the floor. Steven, as clumsy as he was, crashed into you carrying a box of clothes, and you both fell to the floor.

The British man’s eyes widened. “Oh my- I am terribly sorry! Are you alright?” His eyes widened even more after one glance upon your beauty.

You sat up chuckling, unaware of his gawking. “No need for apologies. I am perfectly fine.” Then, you noticed the items scattered on the floor. “Although, I’m not too sure about the pile of clothes.” The man mirrored your movements as you crawled towards an article of clothing.

“Allow me to help you ma’am,” Steven began tossing shirts and sweaters into the box. As you reached for your favorite scarf, a strong hand slightly brushed against yours. You stared into each other's eyes, smiling softly. You could have sworn you saw a twinkle in his brown eyes.

“Oh heavens, I am late for work!” He checked the time on his watch and began to panic. “I missed my bus, too!”

“Perhaps I can take you to work?” You helped him to his feet, and your cheeks grew hot as he began to tower over you.

“Oh no, I-“

“It’s okay. I want to.” You paused. “Don’t worry, I don’t bite.”

Steven unclenched his jaw and let out a quick laugh. “Thank you ma’am! I cannot thank you enough for your kindness.”

“It’s my pleasure…” your voice dropped upon realizing you didn’t know the name of the British man before you.

“Steven. Steven Grant.”

It was a typical late Saturday night when you arrived at your apartment complex. Your watch peeked through your cuffed long sleeve, catching a glimpse of the time.

3:00. That was a record time for the latest you came home from a shift at the local bar. Your body, especially your legs, yearned to crash into the coziness of your bed and sleep until the sun was at its peak in the sky. As you approached the door to your apartment, you stopped in your tracks after meeting your neighbor’s hazy eyes.

“Steven?”

The gentleman in question half smiled. “Hello, darling.”

“Rough night?” You interrogated knowingly. Steven nodded with closed eyes.

You fumbled your key into the lock for a moment before opening the door and stepping to the side. “C’mon in. I’ll make us some tea.”

Steven walked into your apartment and headed towards your couch, as he had done many nights before. He wrapped himself in the blanket you knitted yourself as you fixed a pot of tea. The blanket smelled like you, which always brought him a sense of comfort. A kind of comfort he couldn’t find in his own home. In fact, Steven couldn’t remember the last time he felt any sense of security before meeting you.

“You really fancy that blanket, huh?” You giggled, admiring how adorable he looked being swaddled in your own creation. The day you moved in, you decided to knit a blanket to combat your boredom. Once it was finished, you didn’t dare touch it as you were too afraid it would get ruined. The first night you welcomed Steven into your apartment, he was immediately fascinated with the blanket that he cozied onto your couch bundled in the blanket before falling into the best sleep he had in a while.

“I do, indeed. It helped me sleep when I had no other way of falling asleep.” Steven peered down at the wooly fabric, tracing over the patterns as if his next words were hidden between the stitches.

“Well, I’m happy to have helped you in a subliminal way.” The rest of your surroundings blurred as Steven became the focus of your gaze. Your heart skipped a beat as the dim light in your living room accented his structured face and wavy dark locks. Even with the blanket draped over his frame, his plain white t-shirt did little to hide his muscular arms and broad shoulders.

The abrupt screech of the kettle caused you to jolt and you quickly turned off the stove to avoid the sound reaching your other sleeping neighbors. After steeping chamomile bags in two separate cups, you joined Steven on the couch, leaving a respectful distance between the two of you. You handed him a mug and he gingerly peeled it from your grip. Your teeth gritted together as his soft fingers brushed against yours. Steven frowned, noticing your shift in demeanor.

“You cold, darling?” He shimmied out of the blanket, letting it fall to his waist.

“It’s okay, it’s no big deal-” Suddenly, Steven scooted next to you before throwing the blanket over both of your laps with one hand. It was the smoothest thing you had ever witnessed, you forgot how to breathe in that moment.

“There we are. It wouldn’t be right of me to hog all of your blanket.” You couldn't help but laugh. Without further thought, you and Steven simultaneously sipped your cups of tea, the hot beverage instantly calming your mind and muscles. Steven hummed happily as the tea warmed his body. Yet, he was still wide awake.

The grandfather clock that stood strong in your living room ticked loudly to fill the silence of the room. It glared dauntingly into your and Steven’s souls as you drank your tea while avoiding each other’s gazes. The pendulum swung from side to side as if waiting for one of you to make a move. As Steven drank the last drop of tea, he was left with no other choice but to break the silence.

“You know something, love?” You suddenly became more interested in Steven as you set the mug on your coffee table. “Ever since I met you, things have changed.”

“I hope it’s a good kind of change.”

Steven peered down, smiling softly. “Yeah, it was. For starters, you have really helped me combat this insomnia. I couldn’t tell you about the last time I had a good night’s sleep.” Your lips curled into a dopey grin, and your skin grew hot. Yet neither the tea nor the blanket contributed to the warm feeling inside you.

“Then, there is your kindness. No one has been as nice as you have been to me so it feels reassuring to know there’s still good people out there. You are also extremely bold. To move all the way from across the pond is…It’s brave. You’ve done all the things I’m scared to do.” He rambled on and on but one thing reeled in your attention. “To tell you the truth, I’m quite smitten with you, love.”

“Steven…” You were at a loss for words. Your heart skipped a beat after learning he felt the same way about you.

“Forgive me if I am too forward, but-”

“No, not at all. In fact, I feel the same way towards you.” Your hands met in the middle of the blanket, bringing you back to the moment your hands first touched outside your doors. This time, the spark between you two was much stronger.

“Can I kiss you, love?”

“I thought you would never ask.”

Steven laughed before cupping your face with his large hands and pressing his lips against yours. The kiss was soft and sweet yet full of passion. It reminded you of a flame so bright you couldn’t help but reach out and touch it because you knew it wouldn’t hurt or scar you. Your lips molded together like a sculptor forming the greatest piece that’ll be admired for centuries to come. Time froze as your lips danced in unison and space ceased to exist around you and between you.

Losing sleep was the last thing on Steven’s mind. For how could he lose when he was with you? Sleep will eventually find its way back to him. He couldn’t snooze and miss the moment of you and him in each other’s embrace.

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dewitty1 · 4 months

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Fic Recs Wrap Up December 2023 ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊˚･*:.｡.♡⑅୨୧̩̩̩̥✼• .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*☆

All Things Go by iota @sorrybutblog

Draco’s back at Hogwarts by court order. Harry’s back for no particular reason at all. Some things change, some stay the same. Neither expects to spend eighth-year living in close quarters, playing rugby (poorly), staying up late, sneaking around, and finally figuring it all out. Rec Post

The Inconvenient Death(s) of Harry Potter by nv-md (ANW815) @nv-md

Harry and Draco have spent the decade since the War avoiding each other, even as they’re forced to work together at the Ministry and their friend groups begin to alarmingly overlap. But what happens when Harry meets a tragic end (in a manner of speaking) and Draco’s the only one who can save him? Or Harry won’t stop dying, Draco’s had too much coffee, and there’s more than enough time for them to make a mess of each other’s lives. Rec Post

Constellations on your skin by shushu_yaoi_lj @orange-peony

“I’m going to get my scars removed,” Draco announces on a rainy Wednesday afternoon. “Who are you seeing?” Blaise asks. “The best Healer out there,” Draco replies with a little shrug. “Harry Potter.” Rec Post

and the world is tumbling down by thewakeless @thewakeless

Draco is thirty-five and content. He’s a writer, a painter, and has built a life for himself totally separate from the one he envisioned as a sullen, fearful boy at Hogwarts. Everything is calm—until his house begins trying to kill him. Rec Post

The Cursed Manor by AhaMarimbas @mars-bar81

Ophelia’s been a paranormal investigator for almost ten years, and she’s starting to run out of haunted and cursed sites to explore. When her eclectic roommate and assistant reveals that he owns a large, cursed Manor, Ophelia finds a lot more than just a new career opportunity. Rec Post

The Unknown Door by waterwings @amywaterwings

There is something wrong with the Bellcrest. The heart of the place beats rotten. Everyone says so. Where Draco is a magical property manager, Harry is a recluse, and they’re definitely not hiding from their problems in the run-down flats of the Bellcrest. Not at all. Not one bit. Rec Post

Keep Your Brittle Heart Warm by flightinflame @flightinflame

Eighth-year offers Draco a brief respite before he returns to Azkaban. With a restricted wand, and memories of a girl who shouldn’t exist, he has very little hope for the future. But when Harry brings Teddy into the school, and proves to be utterly clueless, things change beyond anything he could imagine. Rec Post

Historians by oknowkiss @oknowkiss

It’s the Dumbledore’s Army Reunion Holiday, and Harry’s found himself in hot water with his friends once again, after telling them he has a boyfriend he definitely does not have. In an attempt to fix things, he’s made it his colleague on Level Nine, Draco Malfoy’s problem too. Featuring a ski chalet in Switzerland, a pair of bunk beds, and an agreement that should’ve been simple, were it not for all the bloody feelings getting in the way. Rec Post

Here are a few more fics I've read recently that y'all might like to check out as well!(ノﾟ∀ﾟ)ノ━☆ﾟ･*:.｡. .｡.:*･.*･｡ﾟ*:・ﾟ✧

Draco's First Holiday by Meowfoy @resilientkitteh

Draco catches Blaise cheating, breaks up with him and decides to leave his French Villa behind to swap houses with a woman named Hermione and her husband Ron. His relaxing vacation becomes far more interesting when a handsome stranger (Harry) knocks at his door in the middle of the night. They meet and get to know each other, and suddenly Draco feels much better about his decision to leave France behind for Britain.

Englishman Extraordinaire by BlueSundayCake @bluesundaycake

When Draco's life goes to shit, he gets scammed. Maybe it's for the best. Who doesn't love new beginnings?

Letters by CoffeeDragon87 @coffeedragon87

When Harry Potter turned eleven he received a letter that changed his life forever. When Harry Potter, now a dashingly handsome bachelor, Head of the Auror Department and loving godfather, is thirty-five history repeats itself.

With and Without You by Shewhxmustnxtbenamed @shewhomustnotbenamed

Harry and Draco realize that they’ve been living in the same building for the past five years, hiding from the Wizarding world in Muggle London for a variety of reasons. They grow unexpectedly close and Harry realizes that Draco’s relationship with his boyfriend is abusive, spiraling as he tries and fails to figure out how to help. In Harry’s rejection of the Wizarding world in general, he has fallen out of touch with his friends and his magical abilities, but has to reconnect with both in order to find himself again.

( •ॢ◡-ॢ)-♡ I hope you enjoy these fics as much as I have! Happy reading, y’all & I hope 2024 is good to you! Happy New Year! xoxo Carey (◍•ᴗ•◍)♡ ✧*💜💙💚💛❤💗💕💖

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myheartalivewrites · 4 months

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(Some of) My favourite fics of 2023

2023! What a year, eh? Jesus fucking Christ.

There's no way I can start this list without making a huge caveat: unlike last year, I have NOT read all the RWRB fics that have come out in 2023, not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all. There's just been SO MUCH, and I have in no way kept up.

Anyway. These are my favourite things that I HAVE read. Rules (because who am I if not an extremely organised rule follower?): fic has to have been published in 2023; no more than one per author (some of you gave me real trouble here). Last year I only let myself put five fics on the list, this year I’ve been slightly more generous. Here we go:

muscle memory by @dumbpeachjuice: (E, ~30k) pining while fucking so good it makes me a little bit insane.

Going Platinum by @cricketnationrise: (E, ~20k) OMG the camboy!Alex AU I never knew I needed.

With so much of my heart (that none is left to protest) by @kiwiana-writes: (E, ~65k) Shakespearean actors goodness!

Sweetheart Grips by @orestespdf: (E, ~13k) I am a little bit in love with trans Alex.

coyote ugly series (part 1 part 2) by @smc-27: (E, ~12k) *the rules are being bent, no one look over here. I'm already screaming at myself for not choosing the tennis AU or the stripper!Henry entry* Pining that's worth its weight in gold.

Taste the Way You Bleed by @cha-melodius: (T, ~4k) *again it pains me to not go with spy bois or cheesemonger Henry* The Halloween Huh! fic that nearly ended me in the best way. So funny I could scream.

The Edge of Glory by @historicallysam (T, ~10k) fantastic post-canon exploration of: what if Alex got asked to back into politics, after they've had a kid?

a rich and complex tapestry by @everwitch-magiks (E, ~9k) Henry hosts a radio show about sex and relationships, Alex fucks his way through his bisexual crisis. Delightful.

And of course I couldn’t leave out these babies I helped birth (gross, I beta read them):

Underground by @zwiazdziarka: (T, ~4k) If you love Labyrinth (and Henry in tights, which--who doesn't!) then I've got the fic for you!

why are you googling vampires? by @daisymae-12: (E, ~14k) vampire Henry goodness starring Twilight obsessed Alex

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As for my favourite out of my own fics, I'm gonna go for an outlier: Down by the Water, I Saw You (E, ~63k). I love all my fics, and the numbers on some of the post-August 11 fics speak for themselves, but this one has my heart. The journey from sad/angry exes to trusting each other again and getting over all the past hurts; to being able to dig into their hearts and find that love that they'd both buried but never managed to get rid of. I wrote it because it was what I wanted to read and it still kills me. Of all my fics, it's the one I miss the most.

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Thanks to all of you who've read my stuff, everyone who’s sent a nice comment or message my way; everyone who started reading RWRB fic this year, everyone who watched the film then found the book then turned to ao3 because they needed MORE. I know the feeling. What a ride it's been.

#rwrb fic rec #rwrb #red white and royal blue #rwrb fanfic #rwrb fics #firstprince #rwrb fanfiction #about me #ao3 wrapped #firstprince fic #2023 wrapped

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evelinessa · 4 months

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AO3 Wrapped 2023

I did this last year, but had shared on Twitter instead. Canva template was made by @/cassibee_ on Twitter. With a link for the template in this tweet, if you wanted to try it yourself.

Named fics for AO3 Wrapped 2023:

Mile(s) High Club - Narumitsu | Angst & Fluff & Smut *18+ NSFW*

Tasked with assisting Interpol in a dangerous mission, Miles boards a plane bound for Germany. Against Miles' wishes, Phoenix accompanies him. But before they reach their destination, they'll have to work through an unexpected situation they find themselves in—thirty-five thousand feet in the air.

He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not - Narumitsu | Fluff & Angst

As a child, Phoenix plays a game to determine if Edgeworth loves him back. Twenty years later, he plays once more.

After All This Time - Narumitsu | Angst

Miles Edgeworth knocks on Phoenix Wright's door, one year to the day he lost his badge.

To Propose (Un)traditionally - Narumitsu | Fluff & Humor

Phoenix learns of an old Edgeworth family tradition, wherein they always get married to someone they defended in court. Coincidently, Iris' prison release is drawing near. Phoenix knows exactly what he needs to do to resolve this issue.

All That Remains - Narumitsu | Angst *Major Character Death*

In the aftermath of The Time Loop Ritual, Miles is left to deal with everything that transpired.

Halloween Magic - Gen | Narumitsu | Fluff & Angst

Trucy is in her first semester of college. Living in a dorm several hours away from home—away from all her family and friends—she's finding it difficult to adjust. Even the approach of her favorite holiday, Halloween, isn't bringing her joy. Sensing the change in their daughter, Phoenix and Miles do what they can to lift her spirits.

Nothing too wild here, but as always, please check tags before reading! 🥰

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Breanna's LU Fanfic Wrap Up 2023

Zelda Works this Year: 160 Posted Word Count this Year (12/26): 476,376

1: Linked Moments 2: Wing Bois 3: Wolf Family 4: Eldritch Adventures

1: Hurt/Comfort 2: Fluff 3: Angst 4: Humor

Favorite Fic? (not series, individual story)

1: Wild Wolf 2: Lavender Scarf 3 (tie): Broken Wing & Saving You

What would you like to see more of next year? (most mentioned in responses)

The First & The Fierce More of the other WB characters Ravioli Wild (some want fluff, some want angst)

Anything else you'd like to add? (a small collection; there were so many lovely and encouraging comments <3 )

You are a brilliant author. Your style and writing flow very nicely and naturally and often I forget that your stories aren't technically classified as professional. You have made me cackle and moved me to tears, possibly even in the same story, and the sheer intricacy of your stories made me see the zelda games in a totally new light. With every one of these I read I wish a little more that Nintendo would invest in making the Linked universe a series or Show. And honestly, I'd be surprised if they didn't hire you for ideas on it.

I love the platonic intimacy shown between the characters. It's one of the things that drew me to your work the most. I like the safety felt in those moments. Warm hugs, leaning against one another, sharing a sleeping space (for warmth or simply for company), and grabbing another's hand. It's just nice.

THANK YOU for writing and encouraging so much of us to write! I’ve only started writing because of you and that’s now pulling me through the winter months!!! So thank you!!!

I hope you have a great year! And thanks for all you’ve done for this fandom! I honestly think you are a cornerstone to the LU fandom

Whatever you write is gonna be awesome and make the world a little better so please do what makes you happy. Also thanks for everything <3

A huge thank you to everyone who responded to the survey; this was really helpful. I hope you enjoy what's coming in 2024! I've already started working on some of these requests ;)

A special thank you for all the sweet comments; I reread them for a mood boost and motivation <3 My ask box is always open if you want to drop a thought about a story or just come say hi!

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theywhowriteandknowthings · 5 months

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my number for your ask game is 48 👀

For my ask game 48: Dancing in the Dark – Bruce Springsteen Marcus Pike x Reader

Warnings: food and alcohol mention (blink and you'll miss both) otherwise it's just a fluffy piece I want to make into a series) @angelofsmalldeath-codeine I blame you for my Marcus P obsession. Thank you @noxturnalpascal and @beefrobeefcal for taking a quick look at this before I posted!

You can't start a fire You can't start a fire without a spark This gun's for hire Even if we're just dancin' in the dark

You groan as the final whistle blows. The Bulls played awfully all game and you can’t believe you wasted money on such a poor performance. At least you didn’t blow out on the court-side seats like you’d planned. Then you look to your left to see Marcus’ brow furrowed in frustration and you can’t help but smile.

He looks cute like this.

You think as you let your eyes roam over his profile, picking up the way his facial hair is growing out. He’d told you it was an undercover thing for work, and you had teased him relentlessly for it in the beginning.

But now that you let yourself ogle him you realise you really quite like it. You love the way his moustache grows out more prominently, framing his top lip in a way that just begs to be smoothed over with your fingertips. Then, there are the little sparse patches where hair refuses to grow, small enough to look stylistic – purposeful – but large enough that you know you could plant soft kisses and sharp nips that would make him growl.

Stop it.

You’re staring and your stomach lurches as you avert your eyes to the floor. You don’t notice the way Marcus’ lips twitch up as you do so, having clearly caught you in the act. You’re sworn off dating, and no matter how much you want to cross that line with Marcus, you won’t. You can’t get hurt again.

“So, commiseration drinks?” he says softly as he nudges your elbow with his. You look back up into those impossibly dark brown eyes and you nod a little too eagerly.

“Sounds perfect.”

~*~

The bar is packed with Bulls fans in their red, white, and black sports gear, and you’re lucky to grab a table just as another couple gets up to leave. Marcus is getting drinks as you sit, knee bobbing up and down as you tear an innocent coaster to smithereens. He weaves through the sea of disappointed patrons expertly, not spilling a single drop of either of your drinks.

“What’d the coaster ever do to you?” Marcus asks as he places your drinks down, scooting his chair around the table so your knees bump together as he sits.

Heat floods to the tips of your ears as you try not to lean into the friction through your jeans. You can smell the Old Spice deodorant that Marcus wears and, like always, it makes you weak. The citrus and sandalwood accented with the musky smell that you know is purely Marcus floods your senses. You lean forward, bracing your elbow on the table as you cradle your cheek in your palm.

“Sorry just needed to do something with my hands, anxious habit,” you admit with a grimace as Marcus takes a sip of his beer, froth clinging to his moustache.

“What’s got you nervous eh?” he asks as he leans in closer, the noise of the bar muting both your voices. You chuckle and point to his mouth.

“Doesn’t matter, but you’ve got something in your ‘stache.”

“Oh shit,” he laughs before running his tongue over his top lip, “Did that help?”

“No,” you snort as you grab a napkin from the holder, “Here, let me.”

You dab at his mouth, clearing the offending suds from his facial hair. You try not to read into the way his eyes hood slightly as he watches you clean him up. You certainly don’t watch the way his neck muscles flex and contract as he swallows heavily as your knees bump together once more.

“There you go.”

“Thanks,” Marcus’ tone is low, husky even as you pull your hand away. His tongue darts over his bottom lip this time as he refocuses his gaze on you.

There’s a tension in the air between you and you place your hand on his knee, testing the waters as you wait for his response.

“I have a confession to make,” he mumbles as his eyes dart up from your lips to meet your gaze.

“You been hiding something from me Pike?” you tease, hand still firm on his knee, unmoving as you wait for what you’ve been wanting to hear for months.

“Yeah,” he pauses and his plush lips twist into a grimace, “I don’t actually like basketball.”

Your heart hammers in your chest as you try and make sense of his confession. Your stomach drops as you feel rejection prickle under your skin.

“Oh,” you eek out, already feeling tears burn at the back of your eyes. You pull your hand away from his leg and straighten up, leaning back as you try to figure out how you’re going to get out of here without crying. You’d hoped Marcus was different, that he hasn’t just been taking pity on you. That he isn’t just humouring his single and desperate co-worker.

Maybe he’s just trying to perform damage control before you do something stupid like tell him you like him. Maybe he’s picked up on your pining and knows better than to string you along. Your thoughts continue to spiral so heavily that you barely hear his next sentence.

All you want to do is run away, get home so you can scream and cry at your pathetic self for getting invested in yet another person who wanted to be just friends.

“Yeah, sorry, I just didn’t want to give you the wrong idea.”

The wrong idea.

“No, it’s ok,” you wheeze as you feel your chest getting tighter, your breaths coming in shallow rasps as your vision swims with tears.

“Because I don’t just want to go to basketball games with you,” he says your name softly and your eyes lift back up to meet his gaze.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Marcus says with a soft smile as he leans forward and takes your hand in his and heat rises to your cheeks, “I want to go on a proper date with you, because I like you.”

Your brain short-circuits as you try to process the new information over the roaring in your ears.

“You like me?”

“Yep.”

“Like, like me?”

“Uh-huh.” Marcus’ face is twisted in an amused smile as he tries not to outright laugh at the bewildered look on your face.

“Fuuuuuck,” you wheeze as your fingertips drum on the tabletop with nervous energy, “Marcus, I like you too.”

“I kind of guessed, you’re not very subtle with your ogling.”

Your mouth hangs open as heat burns under your skin, your eyes narrow as you glare at him. You want to say something witty, quip back at him but you can’t. The only thing that occupies your mind is that Marcus likes you.

“So, what now?”

“We could go out, get dinner, catch a movie, or…”

“Or?”

“We could head back to mine and order take-out? I know this amazing Greek restaurant that delivers.”

“I think you know my answer, Marcus.”

You stand and Marcus pulls you against his side as he steers you back through the sea of Bulls fans, your drinks forgotten. He leans in as you snuggle against him, lips ghosting against your ear as he speaks.

“It’s a date.”

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CAMP NANO DAY 22

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Duke watched Phantom pace around the rooftop in growing bemusement. The kid was going over the notes he'd taken in his little pocket notebook over the course of his and Dick's Q&As with a rather deep furrow between his brows, muttering under his breath all the while. Duke chanced a glance at his oldest brother from where he sat as straight-backed as possible on his stool of shadows. Though Dick was fully masked and in character, Duke could read the older man like a book. His casual perch on top of the roof access shed held a shade of wariness and the set of his shoulders belayed his concern.

He fully understood, from what Steph and Jason had said, Phantom knew pretty much instantly exactly what both of them were as soon as he'd finished questioning them. He hadn't had to ask them more than ten questions total before he just knew. With Dick, however, he'd asked almost twenty five questions, and Duke was asked almost forty before Phantom had started up his pacing and muttering.

Right as Duke's anxiety started acting up, started whispering poisonous words about how he was a fake and a failure, that Phantom was going to declare him nothing more than a freakishly over powered meta and his family would turn him out on the streets over it, the kid abruptly stopped pacing and, without even looking up from his little notebook, asked the two of them, "So did you guys know you were both light deities before you came up here, or is that just a huge freaking coincidence? Because I've cross-checked the facts and crunched all the numbers, and you two are both minor deities of light, among other things."

Dick rolled his head dramatically to the side door a moment before asking in his raspy Raven voice, "Among other thingsssss?"

Phantom looked up from his notes with a blank startled look before understanding flashed across his expression. "Ahh, yes. Raven, you're a minor guardian trickster deity of light, your domains are pranks and tomfoolery, light, and protection. Signal, you're a minor guardian deity of light and shadows, your domains are both light and shadows, as well as protection. Basically, your domains are things that empower you and that you can manipulate and control with training. Eventually, you'll even be able to bless people within your clan's territory with any of your domains, such as blessing someone to find safety within the light of street lamps. Raven, as a trickster, you'll be drawn to areas and people full of mischief, and even feel the urge to start mischief, yourself," he explained. "As both of you are also guardians, you're inherently connected to the general wellbeing of the inhabitants of your territory. When someone is in danger within the city limits, you'll be able to tell. With practice, you'll even be able to hone in on the location."

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Cass watched from her spot draped across a crouching Tim's shoulders as Phantom gently smacked his forehead with his little notebook. He'd just finished questioning her and seemed to be having a small mental breakdown. She watched him for a little longer before softly whistling a question to her little brother in the family's secret conlang, Is he okay? Tim's chirped answer, I'm not sure, was followed by Phantom taking a deep breath and looking back up at them.

"Sorry about that, I wasn't expecting your clan to have so many minor deities in it. Ibis, you're definitely a kitsune, though I have no idea how many tails you have yet or what they can do, so we'll have to figure that out next time. BlackBat, you're a minor guardian deity of darkness and shadows, your domains are darkness, shadows, and protection. Like I told Raven and Signal, your domains are things that empower you. You and Signal share the domain of shadows, but as you also possess the domain of darkness itself, you'll be able to do things with shadows that he likely never will, no matter how much he trains his shadow domain," Phantom said before letting out a gust of breath and drawing his feet up to sit in midair. He ran a hand through his bright white hair, his entire frame screaming to her his astonishment and wariness. "Ancients, your clan is seriously OP. Batman is most likely a major deity since he has three minor deities under him, then there's the three of you minor deities. Condor's a Phoenix, Starling is a banshee, you're a kitsune with who knows how many tails, Ibis—" he pulled his hand from his hair and ran it down his face instead.

Tim and Cass glanced at each other at his words. Were clans... Not supposed to be like theirs? It felt entirely natural to her, especially since her family had started taking lessons from Phantom. She couldn't imagine her clan being anything other than exactly as it was.

Phantom must have caught the motion of their heads as he hurried to explain. "Most clans are made up of similar, if not the same, species. Your clan not only has a wider variety of species than normal, a lot of you are rare species that either have difficulties getting along with certain species also counted among your number, or aren't usually found in clans at all. Deities, major and minor, either form pantheons, which are different from clans, with other deities local to their territory or fiercely guard their territory from other deities and remain solo their entire existence. The fact that you have a deity in your clan, let alone three or more, is—is unheard of."

Tim froze in her grasp as he immediately began absorbing, analyzing, and extrapolating the new information they'd been given, but Cass barely noticed. No, what drew her attention more than the truly ground shaking information, was the beginnings of real, fragile hope began to show themselves in Phantom's body language. Where before, both the first time she met Phantom and just earlier that very night, he'd exhibited signs of relief and safety, this was perhaps the first time she'd seen him express hope. Cass wondered what he'd seen, what he'd experienced, that had led to him losing his hope in the first place, then she decided that, whatever it was, she wanted to punish the ones behind all of it for taking that hope away.

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AHHH I DID IT. I FINALLY FINISHED WRITING CHAPTER THREE. ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ This took forever, and I apologize for that. I had to start writing this chapter five different times before I finally figured out how the heck I even wanted to begin. Anyway, I had a lot of fun writing this chapter and all the lore drops. Cass's POV kinda got away from me and I'm not entirely sure where half the stuff I put in there came from, but it works! I hope y'all enjoyed it! I'm hoping to get back into the swing of writing and posting nearly every day for the rest of the month, but we'll just have to see, won't we (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ

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Wrapped AO3 Edition 2023

Inspired by Spotify’s Wrapped that launched today, this is my AO3 version, wrapping up this year and looking at all my accomplishments/and how unhinged I was for all of 2023.

I tag all fanfiction writers!!

How Many Fics You Wrote

21 (so many)

How Many Words You Wrote

280,706

Longest Fic You Wrote

Plus One - 49,382 words

Total Kudos You Recieved

1,265

Most Used Rating

Explicit

Most Popular Fic

Plus One (with 150 kudos 🫠)

Your Favorite Fic of the Year

As The Sun Rises by @cloudsmachinations

(Also I give credit to @hikariandyamiblog because it was her idea, I just executed it ❤️ also she writes the best puzzleshipping fanfiction, please go read her stuff if you haven’t)

#wrapped ao3 edition #2023 was a wild year #ao3 #ao3 writer #fanfiction #fanfiction authors #puzzleshipping #yugioh #yugi x atem #blindshipping #phantom of the opera #violetsdaisy

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talesfrommedinastation · 4 months

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2023: Writing, Art, and Medication

So, I need to preface this by admitting something.

January 2023 was when I started taking Wellbutrin. I have MDD and severe hypotension (low blood pressure).

Imagine rediscovering a favorite toy, game, or book that you've forgotten about. You find it, dust it off, and get lost in it again. And my, it is magical. You're so happy, you're giddy, you make up things to do to get further into it.

This isn't about me rediscovering fandom, or Star Wars. It's about re-discovering my emotions and my creativity. Because of medication.

I used to devour fantasy and sci-fi for fun. I wrote most of a series of silly novels in middle and high school. They were never published and put aside for academic or paid work. MDD crept up and strangled it, too.

Finally, I'm a working parent and spouse, and if it didn't have a spot on my CV or gave me money for completion, it wasn't going to get done.

Wellbutrin said fuck that noise, let's get CREATIVE. Let's have FUN FOR ONCE.

And low and behold, I start watching Star Wars cartoons with my youngest daughter in January 2023. She saw Tech on the screen with no helmet, screamed 'Dada!' and that's how I got yanked into The Bad Batch.

After watching two episodes with her, I wondered what it would be like if Tech met someone from The Expanse, maybe a female pilot. They'd chat, maybe hook up, and move on with their lives.

Wellbutrin also said fuck that noise, you wrote a dissertation and have multiple articles and short stories published, why not combine the two?

Wellbutrin also said you work in science communication, why not explore physics and biology from both angles?

And, while you're at it, why not have Tech and the Belter have a deeper relationship? What if they had a kid? What would happen to them, physically? Would the Empire view them as property? Would they be seen as a Belter? What are the cultural ramifications of this?

I didn't write an OC to fantasize about being with a fictional character: I wrote her, and even more OCs in the extended universe, to better understand both the worlds of The Expanse and Star Wars. It has been so, so, so fucking joyful to do so.

The longfic, which probably needs no introduction at this point, is Far Past the Ring. It was started in early February, began to be published in April, and finished in November. It is the length of a novel and thus, the most work came out of it. Most of my artwork is centered around it as well.

The art can be found here, but of all the pieces I myself have composed, I think the favorite is the one below. It was one of the first things I ever decided regarding their relationship...that something considered deviant, even on a natborn (receding hairline), is seen as personal, quirky, and wonderful.

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agaypanic · 4 months

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My Fanfic Writing Wrapped 2023

Tumblr didn't do personal 2023 year in reviews, so I did it myself. Not sure if this is completely accurate bc I'm only human, but I tried lol

In 2023, I posted 119 fanfictions! 25 posts were headcanons, while the other 94 were fully written fics. I posted the most in November, with 20 fics and 5 headcanons.

My third most requested character was Malcolm Wilkerson (Malcolm in the Middle), with 10 fanfics and 2 headcanons. Second place is Benny Weir (My Babysitter's a Vampire), with 21 fanfics and 9 headcanons. First place (not surprised at all lol) is Reese Wilkerson (Malcolm in the Middle), with a whopping 24 fanfics and 8 headcanons!

My Top 5 Fanfictions of 2023

5. Summer Love (Benny Weir X Reader)

Summary: Benny’s friends don’t believe him when he tells them he has a girlfriend.

289 likes, 11 reblogs, 2 comments

4. Give You My Shoulder (Mike Schmidt X Reader)

Summary: It’s not uncommon for Mike to have a nightmare, mainly from reliving the trauma of his brother being taken. Luckily, he doesn’t sleep alone anymore.

296 likes, 7 reblogs

3. A Nudge (Benny Weir X Cupid!Reader)

Summary: As a descendant of Cupid, Y/n moved to Whitechapel to help people find and connect with their soulmates. The supernatural gang gets suspicious of the new girl. What happens when they catch her about to shoot a love arrow and Benny gets hit?

317 likes, 19 reblogs, 1 comment

2. Girl of My Dreams (Rory Keaner X Reader)

Summary: Rory Keaner was already heavily infatuated with Whitechapel’s pride and joy, Y/n L/n. But when he finds out she’s a nerd, he falls even harder for her.

379 likes, 17 reblogs, 2 comments

1. My Babysitter's a Vampire Simp Headcanons

Summary: Individual headcanons and scenarios of Benny Weir, Rory Keaner, and Ethan Morgan being a simp for you

439 likes, 11 reblogs, 2 comments

I hope that in 2024 I write more things (both fanfiction and original works) and I'm so grateful to all of you have been along for the ride! I love writing, no matter how bad the writer's block gets, and it means a lot that there are people out there who support what I do. And although it was a bit time consuming, this was really fun to make lol maybe I'll do it again next year :)

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20? :)

uhhhh this one was a spotify wrapped prompt, um, last year. oops. anyways. i found this ask and started writing for it then i found this post by @osamusbigtits and then had to write about that. and long story short. have a fic.

tree rings & blood lines

summary: suna's sister comes to visit. they talk about the families they're born with, and the families they make. prompt: spotify wrapped #20, domestic bliss by glass animals; this post pairings: osamu miya/rintarou suna, suna & his sister words: 2375 warnings: child neglect, homophobia

When he was young, the first faces he looked for in the crowd after a game were his parents. Now, Suna barely thinks about them. Or, he thinks about them all of the time; he’s just given up expecting anything from them. Expecting them to show up. A younger him had been disappointed too many times.

Now, after his games, he gets out of the locker room and makes a beeline for the Onigiri Miya food stand, where Osamu is finishing cleaning up and waiting for him. He leans on the counter of the food stand, on his toes and waiting for Osamu to notice him.

“Samu. Samu. Samu. Osamu.”

It takes a few tries before Osamu comes out of his own world enough to look up. He takes his earbuds out and stands up from where he had been crouched behind the stand, gathering up the leftover ingredients from the day. He smiles a little, his entire expression softening as he takes in the sight of Suna in front of him. “Rintarou, hey.”

“Don’t I get a kiss for a good game?” Suna asks, leaning further forward.

Osamu hums, pretending to consider it as he fiddles with one earbud in his hand. “You missed an important block in the third set, you know. Aran got a pretty impressive point.”

Suna’s expression doesn’t change but for a slight curve to the corner of his mouth. “Yeah, but I got him back in the fourth set.”

“Good you did, because I had money on you guys.”

Suna raises his eyebrows. “Oh, so you’re betting now?”

“Tsumu was being annoying,” Osamu tells him, as if that explains everything. To be fair, it kind of does, when it comes to him.

Suna is about to make some retort, but he only gets as far as opening his mouth before there’s a tap on his shoulder and he flinches. He straightens up and then turns around, ready to sign something or give a reluctant hug and take a picture for an over enthusiastic fan, but then the face in front of him registers. Familiar. Family.

“Tsugoku,” he says, staring.

She’s grown up: from his baby sister to a young adult, from braces and pigtails and acne and oversized t-shirts to a bright, white-toothed smile and long black hair falling around her shoulders. She has the same tilt to her smile though, still slightly uneven with her tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth.

“Hey, Rintarou.” Her voice is softer than he remembers, but then again he hasn’t spoken to her much since he graduated Inarizaki and joined the pro league, drifting farther and farther from their family until he might as well not call their house in Aichi home anymore. Fuck, how long has it been? He’s not sure he wants the answer. “You played great.”

“Thanks,” Suna says, still slightly bewildered by her presence. “What are you—are Mom and Dad?”

She shakes her head. “Just me. Can we—can we get coffee or something?”

Suna swallows. He loves his sister, he has always loved his sister; he wants nothing more than to get coffee with her and catch up after all these years. But it also hurts to look at her: the spitting image of their mother with her dark gray eyes and perfect posture and long, pale fingers tapping against the back of the opposite hand. She used to bite her nails; does she still do that, or did their parents carve that habit out of her like they did to him?

“Yeah, sure,” he finally says, just as the silence begins to last too long and she shifts uncomfortably. He glances back at his boyfriend. “Osamu, you coming with?”

Osamu looks between the two of them, a crease forming at his forehead. “I wouldn’t wanna intrude on a family—”

“You’re my family too,” Suna cuts in. “You can come.”

Tsugoku looks like she wants to argue, but Suna doesn’t want to do this by himself. It’s been so long since he’s let himself think of his family: of the cold quiet he had run from, of the constant disappointment he had borne the weight of, of the hurt and resentment they had put on him.

He has always loved his sister, whatever his gripes with his parents are, but she is also a representation of everything that he did wrong. She is also everything that they have always wanted, and everything he can never be. So he wants to see her, yes, but he doesn’t know if he can do it without falling back into old habits, old patterns, old griefs.

“Sure,” Osamu says slowly. “If you don’t mind, Tsugoku.”

Tsugoku schools her face into something more passive, something that isn’t bothered by the intrusion at all. The image of neutrality. A perfect mirror of Suna’s resting expression. He loves that they still share this skill, this face, and he hates that they had to grow up knowing how to do it. “Of course, I don’t mind at all.”

She looks like she wants to say something else, but holds her tongue. Another trait they have been well taught in how to do. Osamu fills the silence. “How does the café near our place sound? It has good cappuccinos, if you still like those, Tsugoku.”

“I do,” she says, smiling a little. “I’m surprised you remember.”

“He can remember anyone’s coffee order,” Suna says, rolling his eyes. “It’s his dumbest and only party trick.”

“Asshole,” Osmau mutters, but it’s fond. “I’m finished cleaning up, if you two want to head out now.”

Tsugoku nods, and motions for Suna to lead the way out of the stadium. They don’t get stopped by anyone on their way to Osamu’s car, which Suna is grateful for. It had been a home game, so he was able to catch a ride to the stadium with Osamu rather than taking the bus with the team. The drive home is short and the ride to the café is even shorter.

It also feels impossibly long, though, because it’s dead silent the entire way. Suna has never minded quiet, but there’s something itchy about this silence, something uncomfortable about it that scratches at the back of his neck and urges him to say something, anything. He wants to talk to Tsugoku, wants to know all about her life now, wants to tell her about his. But he also doesn’t know where to start or what he’s allowed to share. What he’s allowed to have.

Or, he doesn’t know how much of himself he is allowed to give her—or, how much of himself she is willing to take. When he had left their parents’ place to live in Hyogo and attend Inarizaki, he had left because there were greater opportunities for him at Inarizaki than anywhere closer to home. He had left because he had seen a way up and out and he had wanted to see what would happen with a leap of faith.

Then he had stayed at Inarizaki because he realized that leaving was the best thing he had ever done. He stayed because he realized the way his parents made him feel about himself was unbearable. He stayed because he realized the way his parents treated him was putting him in a pressure cooker bound to explode one day if he hadn’t gotten out when he did. He stayed because he found a different family.

Here is the thing about family that Suna has had to teach himself: you can be raised with and by blood relatives, but that doesn’t make them love you. They can provide for you, but that doesn’t mean they want you. This is something he learned early on and is also something he hopes Tsugoku will never learn. It is something he was beginning to think she would never understand—not with being as angry at him for leaving as she was—and he was grateful for that.

But, sitting across from her in the café now, studying the now apparent bags under her eyes and the nervous tick of her fingers and the way her gaze flits around the room like she’s ready to run, it looks like he was wrong. It looks like she is learning this just as he did.

“What’s wrong?” he finally asks, after a long few minutes of quiet. “Why are you here?”

“Can’t I just want to see my brother play volleyball?” she asks, licking her lips.

He shrugs, tapping his fingers against the paper cup of hot coffee. It’s too hot to drink but he’s tempted to sip at it anyway. “I mean, sure. But I don’t think that’s the case.”

She swallows, dropping her gaze to the table. She watches his tapping fingers for a long moment, leaving Suna and Osamu to glance at each other, concerned. “I…I needed some…space. From Mom and Dad. And I didn’t have anywhere else to go.”

“We’re always happy to see you,” Osamu tells her, and Suna nods in agreement.

“Thank you,” Tsugoku says, bowing her head slightly. She takes a deep breath and glances up at Suna, then ducks her gaze down again. “I—how did they take it? Mom and Dad. When you, um. Came out to them.”

Suna stiffens. “What?”

Tsugoku doesn’t look at him. Just keeps staring at the table, at the way Suna clenches his hands around the cup of coffee. “Like, what did they do? Or, like, say?”

“I don’t…” Suna trails off. He feels off-kilter, dizzy with the embarrassed rush of blood to his cheeks. Osamu puts a hand on his wrist, just a gentle weight, a reminder that he’s there. Suna exhales. “I never really sat them down and told them. I don’t actually know how much they…know. About that. I just started dating men when I moved out and let them come to their own conclusions about it.”

“Oh.” Tsugoku doesn’t look any more comforted or at ease with that information. If anything, she looks more on edge, more wired and keyed up, ready to run. For a moment, it looks like she’s not going to say anything else. Then, in a rush, a flurry of confessions: “I was so mad at you, Rintarou, when you left. You just—you left and you got to go to Inarizaki and do whatever you wanted and not care. I was so mad. I hated that you got to do that, and I had to—had to be—”

She cuts herself off and Suna swallows down a burning in his throat, in his lungs, in his heart. “You had to be everything I wasn’t.”

“Rintarou—”

“It’s okay,” Suna says quickly. “It’s—it’s not your fault. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Tsugoku takes a sip of her coffee and then flinches. It’s still too hot. She’s always been impatient, and it almost makes Suna smile. She sets down the coffee, moving her hands to her lap. Like this, she looks like their mother: sitting at the dinner table, fingers intertwined in her lap, head bowed, thanking their father for making the meal. Like this, she also looks so small.

“I told them,” she murmurs. She exhales shakily. “I told them I’m a lesbian and they—”

She cuts herself off. Doesn’t look up. Suna can hear Osamu’s breath catch in his throat. Osamu, whose family has always loved him so much, and so unconditionally.

Osamu, whose parents told him that he would always be their son, that he would always be loved, that he would always have a home with them, that he would always have some place soft to land when he fell. Osmau, who brings Suna home for holidays and family reunions and who has never had to hear a single bad word about it. Osamu, who both understands, because he loves Suna and talks to him about everything, and who does not and cannot ever understand at all.

Osamu, who is the light of Suna’s life anyways and always. He says, softly, not like he’s speaking to a broken thing but like he’s speaking to someone he loves, because this is Suna’s sister, at the end of the day, “If you need a place to stay, you’re welcome with us for as long as you need.”

“I want to go home,” Tsugoku whispers. She finally looks up. “And—they didn’t kick me out, didn’t tell me not to come back, so I can go home, I can. But I just—the way they looked at me, Rintarou, like they weren’t even seeing me. Or like they were seeing something that couldn’t possibly be the same daughter they had yesterday. Like—like—like what I’ve done is unforgivable even though it was just my best friend and one stupid kiss. And I realized—it’s unfair, it’s stupid, because I’ve done everything right. And it’s still not enough.”

“Yeah,” Suna says hoarsely, because there is no number of times he can say I’m sorry that will fix this. That will make any of this feel better. That will take away this feeling. Still, he has to say it. “Tsugoku, I’m so sorry.”

“Not your fault,” she tells him, finally looking up. “I get it now, I guess. That you had to leave. It just—I’ve missed you, Rintarou. I’ve missed you a lot.”

Suna swallows. “I’ve missed you too. You can be with us for as long as you want.” He takes a shaky breath. It’s a stupid offer, and it’s bold and crazy and he hates the sound of it, but he says anyway, “And if you want me to come home with you, and argue with them for you, I can do that, too.”

He doesn’t want to go back. He doesn’t want to face his parents, knowing that they’ve rejected Tsugoku like this, knowing that they’d probably do the same to him or worse. He doesn’t want to be back in that house, the one that holds so many bad memories. He doesn’t want to, and he would do it for her. For the baby sister he failed to protect. But he can try again now. He can—he will.

She laughs a little. Soft and still sad, but it’s a laugh all the same. “Thank you.”

“Course,” he says softly. “Anytime you need.”

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Fic Recs Wrap Up - September 2023 (ノﾟ∀ﾟ)ノ⌒･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*☆

Salt on the Western Wind by Saras_Girl

When the war isn’t quite as over as it first appears, a guilt-ridden Harry is sent to a mysterious safe-house. Among sandwiches, insomnia, and Mills & Boon, he discovers something quite unexpected. Rec Post

Transfigurations by Resonant

Five years after Voldemort’s defeat, Harry returns to England to help re-open Hogwarts. Rec Post

The Arc of the Pendulum by brummell (actualite)

After his father casts a mysterious curse on Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy is forced to try to make things right. Rec Post

The Lily Spell by pickledghost

Harry Potter is one of the most handsome and sought after alphas on the Hogwarts Higher Education Programme. Draco Malfoy on the other hand, is the Seventh Year omega son of deceased Death Eaters and is widely ignored and shunned by his peers. Harry doesn’t even know Draco exists until he discovers that the younger boy is pregnant with his baby thanks to a spell gone wrong. Rec Post

Kiss the Joy (Until the Sun Rise) by ICMezzo @icmezzo

The Room of Requirement was severely damaged in the war, but not so much that it could not provide for one lost student and another young hero—especially when they needed each other most of all. Rec Post

Night Magic by Kbrick @kbrick

Eighth Year isn’t what Draco or Harry expected. Harry’s horribly lonely in the aftermath of his breakup with Ginny, Draco’s stuck in a clandestine friends-with-benefits situation with a closeted Blaise, and neither one of them can ever get any bloody sleep. But when our favorite boys bond over their insomnia-related woes, things start looking up. Rec Post

The Sun in Summer (Presto Pizzicato) by Cannibalschism @cannibalschism

Harry Potter is an orphan. Everyone knows this, him most of all. Taken in by the agoraphobic and ancient Dowager Viscountess Cassiopeia Black, Harry’s musical aptitude was evident even from a young age. He has trained all his life to perform in front of a noble audience and step upon the shoulders of giants. To be known for his accomplishment and skill. To be great. And he will do anything to achieve that goal. Draco Malfoy is an orphan. He hasn’t been as such for very long, however. Known as the Instrumenteur, Draco runs a modest shoppe in lower Diagon Alley where he creates and repairs musical instruments. The Viscountess Cassiopeia Black stole everything from him the night of his parents’ fatal accident. When Harry Potter, the orphan that wretched woman took in even as she cast out her own blood, proposes the most ludicrous of schemes that might just get Draco his stolen title and life back, who is he to decline? In a time of galas, secrets, corsets, and symphonies, can love prevail over all else? Rec Post

WHISKY-TANGO-FOXTROT by Vukovich @vukovich

“Potter,” Malfoy said with a slow smile. “You’re a trashy, new money slut.” “Yeah? Maybe you like it.” – The worst thing about being the Golden Boy is the freebies. Free drinks. Easy sex. It’s all too easy. The worst thing about being a Malfoy is the expectations. Marriage. Kids. It’s all so scripted. Harry wants his arse kicked. Draco decides to grab life by the balls. Rec Post

Here are a few more fics I've read recently that y'all might like to check out as well! (ﾉ^ヮ^)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧

A True Entanglement by Booktopus @thebooktopus

One moment, Harry was minding his own business, going about his workday, and the next, he found himself being dragged across the Ministry by a red string that had somehow curled up in a pretty little bow around his wrist. A story of fate, smut, falling in love, and a string named Harold.

Fire Meet Gasoline by lettersbyelise @lettersbyelise

When Draco’s anger management issues land him in St Mungo’s, he thinks his Quidditch career is over. But Harry, A&E Healer and notorious workaholic, is faced with a similar predicament. To save their jobs, the two of them decide to fake a relationship. All they have to do is convince their friends and employers… and not fall in love in the process. Simple, right?

Everything is Relative to You by honeybeet @thehoneybeet

Potter was supposed to have lived. Draco is certain of this. That Potter would no longer walk the earth was tantamount to the sun moving west to east across the sky. If only he could have stopped this from happening, if he’d have known… It comes to him as ideas often did: too late. Or, Harry dreams of his past lives, and Draco is in every one.

we'll keep the king by BlueSundayCake @bluesundaycake

On a cold December morning, Remus Lupin shows up on Severus Snape's doorstep with a child with very familiar eyes.

Evitative by Vichan

In the summer before his fifth year at Hogwarts, Harry is drawn to a room in Grimmauld Place. Like the Gryffindor he is, he enters the room without fear. The room is a library, and Harry is surprised to find that he’s eager to learn. Then he gets the bad news: he’s been accidentally expelled from Hogwarts, and he needs to be sorted again. Everyone is confident that he’ll go straight back to Gryffindor, but with what he's been learning, Harry’s not so sure.

The White Pawn by Soupy_George

When eighteen-year-old Draco Malfoy finds himself back at Hogwarts on the eve of Voldemort's infamous return, he is confronted with the most difficult decision he's ever had to make: Relive the 6th year at school he's tried so hard to forget, or do the unthinkable and ally himself with Potter's lot...

( •ॢ◡-ॢ)-♡ I hope you enjoy these fics as much as I have! Happy reading, y’all! xoxo, Carey (◍•ᴗ•◍)♡ ✧*💜💙💚💛❤💗💕💖

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