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lena-in-a-red-dress · 1 year

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Across the Universe (A Slavers Moon Supercorp ficlet)

A little while ago I posted a ficlet/idea about Lena being abducted by Roulette and nearly sold on Slavers Moon before Kara comes and saves her. But what if Kara arrived too late to save Lena and Izzy? Please, enjoy the exploration.

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When Kara finds her people on Argo, her delight is tempered by loss and grief. All of her emotions have been, ever since... ever since Lena.

When she found her friend missing, the last thing she expected was for Roulette to be behind the abduction, let alone that the snake had ferried Lena off earth with a number of other human abductees. Kara chased them to Slavers Moon, but arrived too late-- they were gone. Sold and ferried off the moon to Rao knows where.

Kara returned a number of times in an attempt to learn where they might have been taken, but had been stonewalled and rebuffed at every turn. The Supergirl name carried no weight there, even after she made it clear she had no intention of freeing other potential slaves-- a decision that pained her but made regardless. She would do anything to find her friend and bring her home.

But on Argo, Kara finds her way into the upper echelons of clientele. Armed with the traditional robes and cloak of Kryptonian style, and bearing the seal of the House of El, she visited the Daxamite stateship as an ambassador. Returning Queen Rhea's son to her had granted her a favor, which Kara immediately traded for an invitation to Slavers Moon next upcoming auction-- one reserved for the galactic elite.

Upon arrival, Kara finds it easy to grow detached from the events happening around her. She's grown detached from most things in the years since Lena's disappearance. She sips on Aldebaaran rum and surveys the people around her, commiting names and faces to memory.

She recognizes many species, knows their home planets from her time on on Krypton. Though they had been an isolated people, they had gathered much information on their neighbors and former allies.

When the auction starts, Kara bids often enough to avoid suspicion but low enough that she's swiftly outbid. Her stomach and jaw clench when a series of humans are issued onto the stage. She's so angry that she almost misses the discovery that each one is purchased by a single patron.

Kara moves swiftly. It's easy to charm the Nelkloran -- they seem to have a fascination with humanoids, and the El crest makes them eager to share their planet with her. Eager enough to shuttle her to Nelklor right then and there.

Finding a secluded corner, Kara contacts the Waverider, who had lent their aid as the only long range space craft Earth had at its disposal. There Alex receives her message, and vows to follow and stand by until further instruction.

Nelklor is beautiful. Lush and green with vibrant flora, even in the heart of the captial city they land in. Kara endures a tour of the landmarks deemed most important by her host, and plays the perfect guest for three days, eating and lounging with beautiful humanoids serving to her every need. None of them are Lena.

On the evening of the third day, Kara pointedly yawns. Suddenly anxious that their guest may be bored, her Nelkloran host begs to know what would interest her most.

"Beauty," she says. "And pleasures of a more.... sensual nature."

Her host understands her completely. They gladly escort her to a place that translates directly to a 'pleasure house'. There she demands to be left alone.

"I do not enjoy an audience."

She's graciously recieved in the front room, ushered into a plush waiting room where she's offered food and drink and and a catalogue of services. After a few minutes to peruse, an employee approaches her.

"Welcome to our facility," the humanoid concierge begins, a broad smile-- a little too broad to be genuine-- on their face. "Is there anything that piques your interest?"

"So many to choose from," Kara muses. "It would suit me better to choose once I know who I'll share my experience with."

The concierge nods. "Of course. Does my lady have a preference? Please be as specific as you like-- we host a wide variety of interests."

Kara pretends to consider. "Female, I think. Human, with fair skin, and dark hair-- the darker the better."

Their eyes brighten with a nod. "Yes, of course. We have several with such specifications." They tap a small tablet in their hand, and nods when they find what they're looking for. "And one is currently available. Is my lady ready to proceed?"

Kara nods. "I prefer not to be kept waiting."

Being led through the corridors, Kara makes note of windows and doors. The facility is expansive, with many of the rooms they pass fully occupied, judging from the sounds from within-- not all of them pleasurable.

When they come to a stop outside a room, the concierge taps again on their tablet, and the small blue light next to the door turns red.

"You may take as much time as you please. If you desire refreshment during your stay, please don't hesitate to inform us-- there is a console inside the room to request anything you may require."

Kara nods. "Thank you."

Her stomach twists with a mix of dread and anticipation. When the concierge takes their leave, Kara pauses a moment to take a deep breath-- then pushes into the room.

The door closes behind her, leaving Kara alone with a slim woman wearing a sheer robe that hid little. The woman's back is to her, as she casually clips jewels to her ears.

"If you know what you'd like, please make your payment."

Kara's heart lurches. The low, smooth voice instantly finds its home in Kara's senses, filling her relief and bringing tears to her eyes.

"Lena," she croaks.

Lena spins, eyes wide with shock. It's not until her gaze settles on the el mayarah on her chest that recognition seems to hit.

"Supergirl."

The word sounds like the wind has been punched from her lungs, shrouded in disbelief. Kara struggles to speak, but can't find the words around the lump in her throat, even as Lena slowly closes the distance between them, curling her fingers into the cloak wrapped around Kara's shoulders.

With another exhale, Lena's eyes squeeze shut, her chin dipping in relief. Kara reflexively tips her own chin, letting her forehead rest against Lena's.

"You found me," Lena whispers.

"I never stopped looking."

Lena's fingers tighten, then relax to smooth across the fabric of Kara's robes, caressing her shoulders until her hands come to rest on Kara's arms. Her head pulls back, and their eyes meet again, the connection unspeakably deep.

"Please," Lena asks. "Take me home."

Kara nods, reaching up to grasp Lena's hands. She feels a spark when their fingers brush, a sensation that spreads into a warmth that fills every inch of her.

"Let's go."

There's a surprising lack of guards in the corridor, but Kara still moves as quickly as she can, pulling Lena along with her. Only a few steps down the hall, however, Lena pulls back.

"Wait, wait, wait!" she issues breathlessly. She scurries back the way they came, barefeet scuffing lightly against the floor. She makes a beeline for a room a few doors down from her own, and frantically turns the knob, only to find it lock.

"Supergirl--"

Kara's already moving. Though Nelklor has a yellow sun, its strength is less than Earth's, leaving her without many of her powers. But she has enough strength to shoulder her way through the door to find another woman inside, this time in bed with a client.

Both woman and client yelp in surprise, recoiling to cover themselves. Lena rushes in past Kara, pulling the woman from the bed.

"Izzy, let's go!"

Izzy doesn't need to be told twice. She springs from the bed and throws on a sheer robe of her own, a light purple to Lena's deep blue. Kara waves both women through the door and ushers them towards a door she'd identified as a likely exit. Sure enough, it opens to the outdoors. All three surge through, freedom itching at their fingertips-- only for it all to come crashing down.

Lena and Izzy both drop their knees with a scream of pain, covering their ears with both hands. Their cries muffle to keening moan as they curl in on themselves to escape an unescapable agony.

"Lena!" Kara drops to her knees in front of her, gripping her by the wrists and tilting her head up. With a gasp, she sees Lena's eyes glazed and unfocused, completely unseeing. "Lena, what's wrong, tell me--"

Lena releases one ear with a cry, blindly feeling her way until she finds Izzy's arm. She pushes the woman towards Kara.

"Supergirl," Lena moans, gasping. "Go."

The message is clear-- take Izzy and flee.

Lena must have forgotten what it means to be Supergirl.

Reaching into her belt, Kara pulls out a device designed for this very instance. "Shut your eyes."

She needn't have worried-- both Lena's and Izzy's eyes are screwed shut in pain. With a click of a button, Kara detonates the device and tosses it into the air. A burst of high intensity yellow sunlight envelops them, filling Kara with more than just her strength.

"Hold on," she urges, collecting a woman in each arm. She launches into the air just as the facility door clangs open, and guards finally spill out after their escaping slaves. Kara quickly zooms out of reach, lifting higher and higher until Alex hails her on the earpiece.

"Waverider is inbound. Cargo bay door will be open and waiting."

True to her sister's word, Kara lands inside the Waveriders cargo bay. Within moments, they are zooming out of the planet's atmosphere and into the dark of outer space.

Kara shouts for her sister, quickly moving to set Lena and Izzy on their feet, where they soon once again collapse to their knees in pain.

Sara Lance doesn't wait for Alex. "Get them to the medbay, now."

Kara obeys, depositing Izzy on one bed and Lena on the other. Sara is close on her heels, snapping orders to Gideon.

"Put them under," she instructs, and within moments Lena and Izzy go still, their whimpers quieting as Gideon administers a sedative.

Alex enters a few moments later. "What happened?"

"Initial examination complete," Gideon announces. "They both have devices planted in their ear canals, which are currently emitting a high frequency signal."

Alex sighs, running a hand through her cropped hair. "Damn it. Probably a deterrent."

"Gideon, can you remove the devices?" Sara asks.

There's a beat as the computer thinks. "Yes," she determines a moment later. "Though the procedure will be painful, and may result in partial or total hearing loss."

Alex and Sara looks to Kara, allowing her to make the call.

Kara's decision is easy to make. "Do it," she tells Gideon. To Sara and Alex, she softens her voice. "Whatever will ease their pain."

"Very well," Gideon responds. "It will take some time to prepare--"

"Gideon--" Kara interrupts, suddenly hesitant. "Could you please run another scan? I have reason to believe their vision may be affected as well."

"Certainly. I will notify you as soon as the tests and procedures are complete."

Alex nods, reaching for Kara's hand. "Come on, I have a change of clothes for you--"

Kara pulls her hand away. "I don't need a change of clothes," she clips. Her gaze is glued to Lena, and she has no intention of leaving. "I'm staying."

"Kara--"

"I'm staying," she repeats, this time with the authority of an El.

Alex withdraws a step, shock and hurt flashing across her features. She takes her hand back, and nods. "Okay."

Sara takes Alex by the shoulders, nudging her towards the medbay door. "Come on. Let's leave Gideon to it."

Finally alone, Kara settles onto a stool next to Lena. She situates herself between the two beds, but it's Lena's hand she reaches for, Lena's hair she smoothes out of her friend's face.

There she stays, a silent sentinel.

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The frequency emitter isn't the only deterrent they find.

A small chip in each of the women's frontal cortex renders them blind, a measure designed to incapacitate them in the event of an attempted escape. This time, they can't remove the devices, nor do they find a way to deactivate them. Their loss of vision is total and permanent.

The one small consolation is that Izzy escapes the removal of the frequency with no complications, her hearing preserved. When Lena is tested, however, they learn that the removal has resulted in unilateral partial hearing loss in her right ear.

“Is there nothing you can do?” Izzy asks, clinging to Lena’s hand. Izzy hasn’t left Lena’s side since waking, desperate for comfort in her newly darkened world.

Alex shakes her head. “I’m sorry,” she offers. “It’s possible it may come back over time, but Gideon says it’s… not likely.”

Lena covers Izzy’s hand with her own. “It’s okay.”

“Lena–!”

“It could be worse,” Lena states bluntly. Izzy falls quiet, her features falling.

For several long moments, none of them say anything. Izzy is the first to break the silence.

“Supergirl?”

Kara straightens. “I’m here.”

“You said… you said my mom reached out to you?”

It takes a moment of nodding before Kara remembers that Izzy can’t see it. “Yes,” she says quickly.

“How– how long have we been gone? Is she okay?”

Kara sees Lena’s eyes track towards her in interest– coming close but not quite focusing on her. Kara takes a breath.

“She misses you,” she starts. “But she never gave up hope of finding you. It’s been… it’s been a long two years.”

Izzy’s eyes fill with tears. Her hand tightens on Lena’s, who gives it a reassuring rub. “It’s okay,” Lena murmurs. “We’ll be home soon.”

Kara nods, grateful for the silver lining. “That’s right. We’re almost at the Sol system. About 76 hours from Earth. We’ll make sure your mother is waiting when we land.”

As Kara watches, Lena’s features darken. Her jaw tightens, but she says nothing. Sensing the shift in Lena’s mood, Kara shoots a glance at Alex, who understands in an instant. “Hey Izzy, how about we take you to the galley so you can get some food?”

“But Lena–”

“It’s fine, Izz. I’ll join you in a moment. I have some things I’d like to discuss with Supergirl.”

Reluctantly, Izzy releases her grip on Lena, and carefully slips off the medbay bed. Accepting Alex’s offered arm, she allows herself to be led from the room, her footsteps faltering only slightly as she goes.

Kara turns back to Lena as the door hisses shut behind them. “It’s just us,” she says, coming a few steps closer so that Lena wouldn’t have to strain to hear. “What’s wrong?”

“Besides the obvious, you mean?” Lena scoffs. The joke carries a dark edge, one that dulls slightly when Lena’s shoulders slump slightly. “Sorry. You didn’t deserve that.”

“It’s okay,” Kara promises. “You’ve been through a lot–”

“My mother,” Lena cuts in, clearly interested in neither platitudes nor presumptions that anyone but Izzy has any idea what the past two years have been like. “I’m assuming she knows I was abducted?”

“Yes.” Kara’s tone is enough for Lena to quirk one eyebrow, prompting Kara to continue. “When she learned what happened, Lillian escaped from prison. Ever since she learned you were taken off world, she’s made it her life’s mission to further her crusade against aliens. Myself and the DEO have managed to thwart the worst of it, but…”

Kara trails off, but Lena has never been one to shy away from harsh truths. “But what?”

“She’s managed to abduct and shuttle several ships of aliens offworld. We’re not exactly sure where to– I don’t even know if she bothered to program a destination.”

Lena releases a shaking breath. “How many?”

“Almost 3,500 so far, and they haven’t stopped. Cadmus doesn’t discriminate either. Anyone who registered under the Alien Amnesty Act is at risk, including children.”

“Jesus,” Lena breathes. She pauses a moment before continuing. “What can I do?”

Hope flares in Kara’s chest. Not only would Lena’s help prove invaluable, but it seems the last two years haven’t managed to break her spirit. “You can rest and recuperate–”

“Don’t patronize me, Supergirl,” Lena snaps, irritation flashing across her features. “It’s been two years. My company has either collapsed or is doing fine without me. I have no friends, and my only family still at large is ruining countless lives. I’m not going to just sit on my hands and wallow in self-pity.”

It seems little about Lena Luthor has changed, then. She’s still the same headstrong, self-possessed woman Kara met in that L-Corp executive suite two years ago– the same woman Kara so quickly grew attached to. The same woman she’s longed to find ever since she learned of her abduction.

“You’re wrong,” Kara informs her. “You do have friends.”

“Izzy doesn’t count–”

“Kara Danvers has missed you every single day since you went missing.”

Lena freezes. “Kara?” She swallows thickly. “She– she missed me?”

Lena’s voice is so small, so doubtful that Kara makes her decision right then and there.

“Yes,” she says. “I did.”

It takes a moment for the words to land, and another still for them to click together. Lena’s eyes widen then, her mouth gaping slightly before her jaw works minutely as she struggles to regain her voice.

“Oh.”

Kara crosses to stand in front of Lena, making sure to keep her steps loud enough to Lena to hear her approach. She takes Lena’s hand and places it against the El Mayarah, over her heart.

“There’s not a day that went by that I didn’t think of you. And– and I’m sorry I wasn’t there to save you.”

“Kara…” Lena curls her hand, clasping Kara’s fingertips. She blinks, and tears spill down her cheeks. “Thank you.”

“You are my friend, Lena.” Kara knows in that moment that she would have crossed a thousand galaxies to bring her home. “No matter what happens next… I promise you won’t do it alone.”

The next thing Kara knows, Lena’s arms have slipped around her middle, squeezing tight. Lena buries her face against Kara’s chest, the position made awkward by the fact Lena is still sitting on the bed, but Kara doesn’t care. She returns the hug as fiercely as she dares.

“We’re going home.”

#supercorp #across the universe #slavers moon alt au #an au of an au #love that for me #author chooses not to use archive warnings #technically a reveal fic #surprise surprise #but its just a little facet #dont worry no angst there

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otaku6337 · 2 years

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Warning/Ratings of AO3 Fics

I was skimming over some of AO3′s ToS today and came across these specific passages (link to page included at bottom for those who wish for full context, albeit I tried to quote widely enough not to confuse or bias anything)

As a rule, the creator controls the warnings.

Selecting "choose not to use Archive warnings," or the equivalent text as specified on the creator upload form, satisfies a creator's obligation under the warnings policy. If a fanwork uses this option, we will not sustain any failure-to-warn complaints.

and, a few paragraphs later...

1. The meaning of "choose not to use Archive warnings" or equivalent text:

The fanwork may or may not contain any of the subject matter on the Archive list. Users who wish to avoid specific elements entirely should not access fanworks marked with "choose not to use Archive warnings." A creator can select both "choose not to use Archive warnings" and one of the Archive warnings in order to warn for some but not all of the Archive warnings.

Is it kind of authors to tag specific warnings or triggers? Yes.

Equally, are they, within certain bounds, obligated to? No.

AO3 does generally “defer” to creators (their verb) in terms of warnings and whether or not they are appropriate for content. They will, however, intervene where deemed necessary according the ToS that all users (with accounts or as guests, to my understanding) agree to upon opening an AO3 webpage, often with a recategorisation of a fic, from the sounds of it.

I just thought it was interesting to highlight, as we see a lot of debate around what is necessary to tag, and what exactly the “choose not to use warnings” tag can and should be used for.

(ref. https://archiveofourown.org/tos#IV.K. - sections 2 and 3 considered here, warnings and ratings respectively)

#fandom #ao3 #ao3 mechanics #ao3 policy #ao3 terms of services #fandom etiquette #ao3 tags #choose not to use archive warning

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scriveyner · 1 year

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chase forever down 1/31

It was a solid two weeks into January, and life had been busy enough that Atsushi hadn’t even noticed the time slipping away. It wasn’t like there was any set schedule for him to meet up with Akutagawa, it just…happened, and they would usually fight into the early dawn hours, as their life-and-death battles slowly morphed into something else. What, he’d never bothered to dwell on, as they weren’t friends and were hardly colleagues, so in the end it didn’t matter anyway. They just were.

Continue on AO3, or:

Together they were a unit, partners, ostensibly, learning to fight together for a purpose he wasn’t even certain he understood; but Dazai never did anything important without a reason, whether or not he could see what the reason was. Besides, he liked the exercise. Atsushi was working in concert not just with Akutagawa but with his own ability, learning more about it and himself, all the while.

That was more than enough justification for slipping out into the chilly winter night, even without a text from a burner phone number demanding his presence. Well, that, and the fact that he hadn’t heard a peep from Akutagawa since before the holidays, and somewhat wanted to see him.

It was quiet in their chosen spot, in the park, out of the way from where pedestrians and workers would be in any danger if they chose to fight. The cold air rolled off the water here, and Atsushi sat on a stone ledge, arms folded as he stared out into the dark. He didn’t have a way to contact Akutagawa himself—every text he received came from a different phone number, and he’d learned early on that his responses went nowhere, even though he’d tried, more than once.

The last time he attempted he got a very confused response from a middle-aged housewife questioning how he got her number and never bothered texting the numbers back again. Of course, the Port Mafia would have the technology to spoof numbers for their text messages. He should have figured.

The wind rustled through the bare branches above his head, pulling at a few brown leaves that had gamely clung on through the first frost and snow; and Atsushi tilted his head back, puffing a white cloud of steam into the winter air and watching it fade immediately. Something had compelled him here tonight, but it seemed like the evening would be a bust. There was no sign of Akutagawa…perhaps he should consider packing it in.

Atsushi pulled out his phone and looked at it again. Still no messages. He sighed and tucked his phone away, then stood and stretched his arms over his head. Out on the pavement he was under the waning light of a moon a week past full, and he shivered a little at the gentle caress of moonlight. He lifted his head and sniffed the air in an exaggerated motion…and caught the faintest whiff of metal, on the breeze.

Blood…?

There was no one else around when he stepped out onto the pavement, but when he opened his eyes he immediately jumped backward, almost tripping over his own feet because Akutagawa was standing right in front of him.

“Akutagawa!” Atsushi yelped, surprised; he managed somehow not to fall flat on his rear, instead coming to a stop with his legs spread wide for balance, prepared for a fight. “Don’t do that! Where did you come from?”

Akutagawa remained silent and just stared at Atsushi, the moonlight dancing off the edges of his familiar tattered black trench coat, his favorite vessel for Rashomon. Something seemed off, though…where the light touched it seemed shimmery, like it was having trouble maintaining its form. More weirdness he didn’t dwell on, maybe Akutagawa had learned a new technique while he was away and couldn’t wait to show it off to his favorite punching bag.

Atsushi glared, straightening out of his widened stance and storming forward. If Akutagawa wanted to play, he better show his hand because now Atsushi was pissed.

Akutagawa didn’t move or seem to acknowledge him, and Atsushi stopped close, a strange, sudden hesitation pausing his step. Something didn’t feel right, and he couldn’t identify what it was.

He looked…sickly.

Akutagawa always was somewhat frail, thin-framed, and boney, but he looked more like death tonight. “You’re paler than usual. Are you sick?”

There was no response to his question. Akutagawa had closed his eyes, head turned away, clearly disinterested now. Atsushi curled his hands into fists…he didn’t know what Akutagawa was playing at, and was already pissed at being startled as he was. He started to smart off when Akutagawa’s eyes snapped open, gaze fixing on Atsushi, eyes blood red and glowing in the night.

For a split second, Atsushi just stared back, attempting to process this.

Then they were both in motion at the same time, Atsushi flinging himself backward, sleeves shredding to the shoulder as he crossed his forearms to absorb the anticipated blow.

Even prepared as he was for the impact—of Akutagawa’s fist, not even Rashomon, he was startled to realize—it sent him sliding back, feed transforming through his shoes and claws scoring lines into the pavement. Atsushi swung at him and whiffed nothing but air.

“Akutagawa,” Atsushi roared, recovering and turning in one movement—but Akutagawa was already in his personal space again, eyes gleaming with that unnatural light.

There was no good way he could avoid the impact, and Atsushi sent him flying backward, though Rashomon rippled from his coat, catching him much like Atsushi’s claws had and halting his flight effortlessly.

Atsushi hadn’t bothered to pull his punch, and Akutagawa shook it off like it was nothing. He braced himself, feet spread, claws out—and how Akutagawa crossed that space so quickly he didn’t even begin to understand. Atsushi flung himself back again, but this time Akutagawa moved with him effortlessly, his hand catching in the open collar of Atsushi’s shirt and batting away Atsushi’s defensive blow like it was nothing.

This was insane. Akutagawa was moving faster than he’d ever seen before, faster than his own reaction time. Once again, before he could even begin processing the thought Akutagawa yanked his collar open, popping the top two buttons and jerking him forward, just before he sank his bared teeth into Atsushi’s throat.

They hit the ground together, Atsushi landing solidly on his back, air expelled from his lungs in a loud whuff as Akutagawa landed atop him and didn’t bother to disengage, mouth fastened tight. Atsushi took great, gulping breaths, head swimming as warmth spread through his body—and it took a solid thirty seconds for him to even think about trying to push Akutagawa away.

His limbs felt clumsy, though, arms sprawled out to the side, and he stared at the stars twinkling through the tree branches above his head. There were so many stars….

“Fuck,” he heard Akutagawa breathe, the first word he’d spoken. Atsushi lolled his head lazily. Akutagawa was sitting up now, straddling him, and he had pressed the back of his hand to his mouth, smearing the bright red blood across his face and staining the dainty white ruffles that framed his wrist. My blood, Atsushi thought, giddily. “Fuck, fuck!”

Akutagawa looked normal again. His eyes were coal-dark, glaring at Atsushi with a wave of heated anger, his skin a healthy color…and his lips bruised and painted crimson with blood. Atsushi wet his own lips without thinking, wondering dreamily about pressing his lips against Akutagawa’s soft mouth, and giggled.

For a brief moment, it seemed that Akutagawa was actually going to indulge him, as he leaned over Atsushi again—but instead, he grabbed Atsushi’s jaw roughly and twisted his head to the side, Atsushi groaning all the while. “God dammit,” Akutagawa muttered, and then he tilted close, breath ghosting warm over Atsushi’s skin before he licked Atsushi’s neck.

Atsushi moaned.

“Oh, don’t do that,” Akutagawa snarled, fingers clamped tight to Atsushi’s cheek. He yanked Atsushi’s head so that they made eye contact again. “Weretiger, do you know who you are?”

“Mm…” Atsushi hummed. Akutagawa’s fingers were dangerously close to his mouth. “Yeah.” Of course he knew who he was, what kind of silly question was that? Atsushi continued in his attempts to mouth Akutagawa’s fingers and Akutagawa released his face before he was successful, keeping his hand well away from Atsushi’s inquisitive lips and tongue.

“You shouldn’t have even been here tonight,” Akutagawa growled at him. Atsushi hummed again in response because he really wanted Akutagawa to touch him again, although he couldn’t seem to express the thought or even why that could be. “Why are you here?”

“Mm.” Atsushi blinked at him. He could see starlight caught in Akutagawa’s hair. “Missed you.”

Akutagawa froze.

Atsushi twisted his head a little, blinking slowly. Everything felt like he was swimming through mud, but at the same time he felt light as a feather, and the only thing keeping him from drifting away was Akutagawa’s weight across his midsection.

It felt…nice.

Really nice.

Akutagawa spoke again, though this time there was a weird tonal quality to his voice that Atsushi had never heard before. It vibrated in his head, not unpleasantly. “Atsushi. Look at me.”

His gaze immediately snapped to Akutagawa’s. There was a soft red glow to his eyes again, though not nearly as severe or frightening as before, and it faded shortly after they made eye contact. “You said my name,” Atsushi said, buoyant. “Say it again!”

“You are an idiot,” Akutagawa said in his normal voice with his normal expression. “I don’t know what I’m even worrying about.” His voice changed again, midstream. “You won’t remember any of this, in the morning.”

Akutagawa released him and slid back, preparing to hoist himself off Atsushi. The problem with this was that he managed to slide his weight over a currently very interested bit of Atsushi’s anatomy, and if the bulge in Atsushi’s trousers didn’t give him immediate pause the lewd moan that issued from Atsushi would have corrected the notion.

Frozen in place, Akutagawa said, “you must be fucking kidding.”

Atsushi’s hips squirmed under Akutagawa’s weight. Head thrown back and throat exposed, he moaned again, very vocally. Atsushi flailed his arm out, managed to remember how to make his fingers work, and grabbed Akutagawa by the sleeve, whining as he tilted his hips up, nearly dislodging Akutagawa in the process. “Absolutely not,” Akutagawa yelped, staggering to his feet and tearing his arm free.

With Akutagawa’s weight now gone, Atsushi rolled up onto his side and shoved his hand down the front of his pants. He couldn’t think about anything else except how turned on he was, and he palmed himself, eyes going half-lidded. He couldn’t recall the last time he was this turned on, and his cock ached when he touched it, needing something more. Something else.

Finally, his other arm came online, and Atsushi managed to work his pants open. He hissed when the cold night air struck his hot flesh, but he didn’t care about the discomfort, able to stroke himself freely now. He’d lost track of everything except the feeling burning in his veins, the need so desperately to climax…

…and Akutagawa’s dark eyes, staring down at him, widened in surprise.

Akutagawa hadn’t moved. He was still standing there, hand now tilted over the bottom half of his face. Idly, he ran his thumb over the blood still wet on his cheek and licked it clean as he continued to watch Atsushi, and oh god Atsushi’s hips jerked in response. His mouth hung open, gaze still locked with Akutagawa’s as he panted harshly, focused purely on the burning need between his legs.

It felt like it took forever, the pleasure crawling slowly through his limbs and Akutagawa’s gaze never flinching. Atsushi let a small laugh choke free as he shuddered, finally losing the thread, eyes rolling back as fluid painted his fingers and dribbled back over to his stomach.

Gasping, chest heaving, he looked up to see that Akutagawa’s eyes were still fixed on him, watching his hand smear through the mess on his belly.

There was cotton gauze stuffed between his ears. Atsushi should say something, but he wasn’t sure what, tilting off that cliff and now being pulled into the unfathomable dark…

Akutagawa’s eyes glimmered again, that unearthly red shimmer catching his gaze. “Sleep,” Akutagawa commanded him, forcefully, and Atsushi surrendered to the abyss.

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Atsushi’s head hit the bottom of the futon closet’s shelf so hard he was sure the whole dormitory felt the impact. He was still doubled over, both hands on his head, when Kyouka scooted the closet door aside, frowning at him. “Good morning,” Atsushi mumbled, and Kyouka sighed.

“Good morning. I’ll get the medical kit.”

Atsushi lifted his head to protest this treatment, only to find that Kyouka had risen to her feet and was crossing the room to where the medical kit was stored under the sink. Instead, Atsushi sighed and rubbed his neck. What a weird fucking dream that was.

He couldn’t decide if it meant he needed more sleep or less sleep.

Choosing not to dwell on it, Atsushi walked out of the closet on his knees. “I don’t think I need the medical kit,” he called, probing what would likely be a healthy bruise in a few hours, but Kyouka was already returning with it held in both hands. “I just think we need to raise the shelf.”

“Or,” Kyouka said, “you could sleep out here, with me.”

“I couldn’t do that,” Atsushi protested. “It’s not proper. I’m fine in the closet, I just need a little more head space.” He’d slept in smaller spaces and didn’t really want to examine how he felt safer, boxed in on all sides.

Kyouka studied him silently for an uncomfortably long time. Atsushi rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “I hope I didn’t wake you,” he added; but realized she was really scrutinizing him. “Kyouka-chan?”

She tapped the side of her neck. “How did you get that bruise?” she asked.

Atsushi closed his hand over the equivalent spot on his neck, feeling now the heat radiating off his skin. “What?” he said, weakly, because no, that was a dream. A really, really weird and uncomfortably horny dream, but a dream.

He staggered to his feet and surged for the bathroom. Kyouka followed behind him, clearly concerned about his behavior, and Atsushi leaned his hand on the sink and pulled at the collar of his pajamas, better revealing the bruise that sat, dark against his skin.

Electricity prickled in his veins.

It was a dream…wasn’t it?

“What,” Atsushi said, somehow sounding far calmer than he thought the situation warranted, “the hell!?”

Chapter 2 >>

#bungou stray dogs #shin soukoku #sskk #smarch #chaptered fic #lemony fresh #IT'S HERE SMARCH IS HERE #vampire akutagawa is go #tags will be updated on ao3 as story progresses #dead dove is loaded verbiage these days but be aware of what's on the tin #'chooses not to use archive warnings' is for A Reason

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rosettyller · 2 years

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these are 2 very different things

#ao3 tags are extremely important #so if you are unsure #read the instructions #it's not that hard #choosing not to use archive warnings is when you they may apply but you're not using them because you're unsure or don't want spoilers #none apply is well...no archive warnings apply. at all

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snack-o-ween · 2 years

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Work Title: The Corpse Spouse

Rating: General Audiences | Archive Warning: Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Fandom: Harry Potter | Category: F/M.

Relationships: Lily Evans/Severus Snape, Sirius Black/Severus Snape.

Characters: Severus Snape, Sirius Black.

Tags: Double Drabble, Background Lily Evans/Severus Snape, Corpse Sirius Black, Fem!Sirius Black, Temporary Corpse Bride, Jewish Folklore.

Summary: "This is most unusual..." Rabbi Schneider looked between the ring upon the reanimated finger and Severus' dazed expression. "I have only heard of one case like this before, but I thought it was merely a legend."

A/N: 🍬 Treat - For the HP Fear Fest 2022 prompt 22-A: Legend Has It.

#gen rating #archive warning: choose not to use #f/m category #lily evans x severus snape #sirius black x severus snape #Snack O Ween 2022 #HPFearFest2022 #31DaysofFearFest #Snack O Ween 2022 Treat #not a snack

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breninarthur · 27 days

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people not using accurate tags because they think it'll drive off readers.......... huh?

#as well as people not tagging mcd because its a 'spoiler' but dont choose not to use archive warnings #i hate u #op

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paganinpurple · 1 year

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AO3 Etiquette -UPDATED

Based on both decent and not so decent replies, I have made some changes to my original post below.

It would seem a whole new kind of AO3 reader/writer is emerging and it is becoming clear not everyone quite understands how the website community works. Here is some basic guidance on how most people expect you to go about using AO3 to keep this a fun community archive that funtions correctly:

As well as likes, kudos is for when the story was interesting enough to make you finish reading. If it sucked or was badly written, you probably left. If you finished it, you liked it - so kudos.

If you really liked it, you should try to comment. It can be long and detailed or a literal keysmash. Writers don't care, we just love comments.

No critisism unless the author has specifically asked or agreed to hear it (so use your notes to say if you want some constructive feedback). Even constructive critisism is a no-no unless an author note tells you it's okay. No, posting it online is not an open invitation for that. Many people write as a fun hobby or a way to cope with, among other things, insecurity and just want to share. Don't ruin that for them. I've seen so many authors just stop writing coz they can't handle the negative emotions the critism brings, and it's only meant to be a fun thing shared for free (pointing out tagging errors is not included in this).

Do not comment to ask the author to write/update something else. It's tacky and off-putting and will probably have the opposite effect than the one you want.

There is no algorithm, it's an archive. Use the search and filter function to add/remove the pairings/characters/tropes etc. you want to read about and it will find you the fics that fit the bill.

For this to work, writers must tag and rate stories. This avoids readers finding the wrong things and missing the stuff they want. I don't care how cringy that trope is in your eyes - it gets tagged.

The tag exception is if you don't want to tag a million things or spoil your story, you can rate it as "chose not to use warnings," and maybe tag the bare minimum.

Don't censor tags. How can someone exclude a tag if the word isn't typed out correctly? There are no content bans for terms so don't censor them.

If the tags are mostly content/trigger warnings, especially if they are things considered very fucked up or graphic, you might want to use "dead dove - do not eat" to ensure people know that you're not messing around with tags and what they get is exactly what you've warned them about.

Character A/Character B means a ROMANTIC or SEXUAL relationship of some kind. Character A&Character B is PLATONIC, like friendship or family.

Nothing is banned. This is an rule because banning one thing is a slipperly slope to banning another and another, until nothing is allowed anymore. Do not expect anyone to censor for you. Because of the tags system, you are responsible for your own reading experience.

People can create new chapters and sequels/fic series any time after they "complete" a story. So it's considered perfectly normal to subscribe, even to a finished story. You can even subscribe to the author instead just to cover your bases.

Do not repost stories or change the publishing date without an extremely good reason (like a complete top to bottom rewrite or an exchange youve written for going public). It's an archive, not social media. No one cares what's the most recent, only what fits their tag needs.

Instead of deleting a story you wrote if you hate it - consider making it anonymous or orphaning it so others can still enjoy it, without it being connected to your name anymore. If you still want to delete it, fair enough.

It's come to my attention that metaworks ARE allowed on AO3, which is something I wasn't aware of. So if you do post an essay or theory, please tag it as such so others can choose to search for it or exclude it. Art is also allowed.

The only reason this archive works is because NON ONE PROFITS. Do not link to your ko-fi or patreon or mention monetary gain in any way or you violate the terms and risk having your account removed. If anyone does link, it leaves the archive open to people claiming it's for profit and having the whole thing removed.

I KNOW there's plenty more I missed but I'm trying to cover most of the basics that people seem to be struggling with.

I invite anyone to add to this, but please explain, don't berate.

#ao3 #using ao3 #archive of our own #fanfiction #fanworks

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anneapocalypse · 3 months

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"Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings" is a warning.

It is a warning that there will be no further warnings. That's what it means. It was designed into the structure of AO3's tagging system for a reason. If you only want to read fic with specific, distinct content warnings, you should not read "Chose Not to Warn" fics. Period. If you choose to read them, that is on you.

Regardless of whether you think the author is an asshole for any other reason, regardless of what you think of the fic they wrote, they're not the asshole for using that tag correctly and as it was designed.

#ao3 #tagging #fanfiction #fandom problems

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blackpanda-ts4 · 3 months

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NPC Fasion

NPC Fashion - is a configuration file for MC Command Center. It won't work without MCCC.

Compitable with the latest game patch.

If you are tired of ridiculously dressed NPCs, or you want your newly generated NPCs are being dressed at least not like weirdos and you are using MCCC, than this file is the solution.

This file contains:

1530 unique female outfits total;

1771 unique male outfits total;

341 unique female (elders) outfits total;

653 unique male (elders) outfits total;

133 unique female (child) outfits total;

245 unique male (child) outfits total;

263 unique outfits for infants.

How to install:

simply drop the file from the archive in MCCC folder and confirm replacement if needed.

In game:

Click on a Computer >> [MC Command Center] >> [MC Dresser] >> [Only Use Saved Outfits] :

**You must choose "Enabled" for MC Dresser to clean sims with outfits listed in the CFG file.

Click on a Computer >> [MC Command Center] >> [MC Population] >> [Population Settings] >> [Run Dresser] :

**You must choose "Enabled" for new sims to be generated with clean outfits.

Download here: NPC Fashion (SFS)

Warning! I have all EPs and DLSs. This means that if you don't have some clothes, which where used in this .cfg file, some outfits may be "broken" (missing bottom or top etc.).

I highly recommend using this mods to make NPCs in your game much more prettier:

NO MAKE-UP & NO ACCESSORIES ON RANDOMIZED SIMS by @simplyanjuta

PRESETS SELECTION FOR RANDOMIZED SIMS by @simplyanjuta

No Female Body Hair by YourFalseHope

African Male YA Template Fixes by @thefreshsims

This is a WIP project, it means that more outfits will be added.

Credits:

@deaderpoolmc - For the mod (MC Command Center)

@2cool4u_1 from LovesLab - for inspo and precise instructions

https://vk.com/thesimslab - for iparticipating in the update

@sssvitlanz @mmfinds @maxismatchccworld @alwaysfreecc thank you so much for sharing!

More samples of outfits, which newly generated NPC can wear under the cut:

#ts4 #the sims 4 #mccc sims 4 #ts4 mods #the sims 4 mods

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ao3commentoftheday · 12 days

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What do AO3's Archive Warnings mean?

Archive Warnings can be confusing to new users, both readers and writers alike, so let's take a moment and break them down. We'll start at the top of the list - which is ordered alphabetically.

Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings - when AO3 was being designed (by fans, for fans) there was a debate about requiring warnings. At the time, they were not a standard expectation, so some people didn't want warnings to be mandatory on every individual fic on the Archive. Other people did.

This warning - stating that the author was making a choice not to provide a warning - was a compromise. A creator could choose not to apply a warning to their fic and readers would then know to be wary because it would be possible that any of the warnings might be needed, or multiple of them, or none of them.

This warning (which I'll abbreviate to CCNTW from here on out) is also a good catch-all for other things that a creator might want to warn for that don't have a specific Archive Warning. Authors can also provide warnings of different kinds in the Additional Tags on a work, so it's a good idea to read those carefully as well.

You can read up on more of the history of this warning on Fanlore.

Graphic Depictions of Violence - This applies to stories where the descriptions of violence are very detailed and probably gory. The violent scenes will likely be brutal and easily imagined. This warning is generally accompanied by a rating of either M or E - meaning that the content in the work is aimed at adults only.

Some authors find it difficult to decide whether the violence in their fic is graphic enough to warrant using this warning, so they use CCNTW instead. For some fandoms, the source material is already full of graphic violence and so they might also use an Additional Tag to give more information such as, "canon typical violence"

Major Character Death - This can be interpreted in different ways. It might mean:

a character dies, and that character is a major character in canon (even if they might be a minor character in the fic).

a character dies, and that character is a major character in the fic (even if they might be a minor character in canon).

the character death in the story is a major component of the story or a particularly intense part of the story.

It is possible that the character who dies does not stay dead in the fic, in which case the author may decide to use an Additional Tag like "temporary character death" to provide more information.

It is also possible that an author will decide to use CCNTW instead because they want to avoid giving spoilers for the story.

No Archive Warnings Apply - This means that none of the other warnings in this list apply to this fic. The fic may still be given a rating that indicates it is for an adult audience.

Rape / Non-Con - This refers to different scenarios in which a character does not consent to sexual activity.

Non-Con is short for non-consent, which is a term from role-playing communities in which not giving consent is part of the sexual game. Non-con can also refer to the fact that in a fictional story, we might see a character verbally state that they don't want to have sex and then read their inner monologue in which they express that they do.

The various interactions and interpretations involved in consent can get very complex and nuanced, and some creators might use CCNTW because they aren't sure if what they're writing rises to the level of this warning.

Underage - This warning refers to stories that describe sexual activity (more than just kissing) involving characters who are under 18 years old. This one is also up for interpretation when it comes to creatures, monsters, mythological beings, aliens that live for thousands of years, etc.

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All of the above warnings will be used a little differently by different creators and by different fandoms, and as you read more on the site you will likely notice these differences.

However, if you see a work on the Archive that should have one of these warnings but doesn't, you can report that work to the Policy Questions & Abuse team by scrolling to the bottom of the page and clicking the link to their reporting form.

To help the volunteers who manage these reports, you can give them some additional information. If it's a multi-chaptered work, let them know which chapter to look in or give them a keyword or phrase they can search for to find the relevant scene(s). If the volunteer decides a warning is required, they'll contact the creator and ask them to add it. If they decide that it doesn't, they'll let you know.

If the work has Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings on it, that includes all other warnings and that fic shouldn't be reported for missing one.

#welcome wattpad #pulled this out of my searching post #and turned it into its own thing #long post

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