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wisepainterperson · 1 year
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36k words hit
With eight chapters my fanfic of the A6 has finally hit 36k words and 102 reads. Its really just a challenge to push myself to finish it just to see if i have the potential do anything worth while.
excerpt from chapter three
"I..I..thhhought." He seemed to be on the cusp of passing out from lack of oxygen, you weren't going to get much out of him like this. You pull your towel tighter and role the desk chair over to him gesturing for him to sit before he face planted. "At least tell me you came in here without my permission for a good reason." you leaned against the desk arms crossed across your chest slightly aggravated but more amused at how Calderon was unable to keep his seams together.
Multidimensional babe (androme six fanfic) (quotev.com)
Multidimensional Babe *Andromeda Six Fanfic* - Chapter 1 - Summertimeadventures2546 - Andromeda Six (Visual Novel) [Archive of Our Own]
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commander-krios · 5 months
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Some Harmless Fun
Fandom: Andromeda Six Pairing: Calderon Lynch/f!Traveler, Damon Reznor & Calderon Lynch Rating: Teen Summary: Damon is bored and when he's bored, things happen. Like driving his favorite Captain crazy. It's even more fun when he has a willing participant in it. Words: 2355 Additional Tags: Kitalphin Traveler, Pole Dancing, Temporary Amnesia, Pre-Peg'asi Reveal, Teasing, Jealously
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Damon watched with lingering amusement as the stowaway walked away from the bar, spine straight as she ducked beneath the curtain that separated the main bar from the strip club section of the Arc. Once she disappeared beneath the tattered cloth, Calderon’s shoulders tensed more than he thought was possible. The girl was driving their dear Captain insane and Damon didn’t think it was only because of her attitude.
Like a shadow, he took the empty seat beside Calderon, motioning the bartender for a refill. Tense silence settled between them so thick that Damon was positive he could cut it with a knife. Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the Captain ignored him, that perpetual grimace on his face.
“Looks like Red gave you a piece of her mind. Gotta say, surprised the girl has that much spirit.”
Cal glanced at him sharply, the beer in his hand hovering a few inches from his lips. “What did you call her? You know what, I don’t want to know.” With a sigh, he set the drink down, rubbing a hand down his face. “What do you want, Reznor?”
Damon tried to ignore the jab, a flash of irritation disturbing his otherwise jovial mood. “I want to know why you’re letting Her Majesty get you all riled up. I thought you wanted her gone.”
Calderon pinched the bridge of his nose, his distress only fueling Damon’s need to get under his skin. “Ayame… convinced me to keep her aboard.”
Damon snorted, burying his face in his glass when Cal shot him a glare. Oh this was just too easy. “So you like her?”
“I don’t like you but I still keep you on the ship.”
“You pay me.” Damon reminded him, his mind already building the next part of the plan. If Aya was willing to fight for the girl… “Besides, you’d be bored if I wasn’t around.”
“Bored? With Aya and Bash? I think you’re drunk.” Calderon scoffed before taking a sip of his drink, looking briefly disgusted by the taste. “The girl can stay as long as she’s useful.”
Damon’s lips curled, a predatory grin he couldn’t hide. “Oh, I’m sure you have many uses for her.”
The muscles in Cal’s jaw flexed, his hand curling dangerously around the bottle. “If you don’t get away from me-”
“Fine.” Damon said, putting his hands up in surrender, as if he ever would give up teasing Calderon. It was too much fun. “I know when I’m not wanted.”
Calderon rolled his eyes, ignoring him when Damon took his drink and headed to the exact place where Daianira had disappeared a few minutes before. With a glance at the Captain, noting that he was still moping at the bar, Damon ducked beneath the curtain, ready to carry out part two of his devious plan.
The strip club portion of the Arc was already rowdy, a crowd growing near the tiny illustrious pilot as she swung around a pole. June was standing off to the side, frowning as he watched the men surrounding Aya, ready to step in like the guardian he was. Too bad for him, Damon didn’t intend on leaving them at a mere rowdy.
Fiery and stunning Daianira stood next to June, watching the scene with her arms crossed over her chest. He noticed how her eyes swept over the occupants of the club, gaze not on the lovely show in front of her, but scanning for threats. There was something about her, something that said she’d lived in darkness before and knew how to find it.
If Calderon wasn’t so clearly flustered by her, Damon would’ve been tempted to see how that darkness tasted.
Taking a sip of his drink, he approached quietly, not that the two of them would be able to hear him coming with all of the catcalls and shouts aimed at Aya. Or the blaring music from the speakers. Or the fact that Daianira’s turquoise eyes were making daggers at anyonne who got too close to the stage.
Sidling up to the stowaway’s side, Damon nodded to where Aya was spinning around the pole, one side of his mouth curling into a grin. “Looks like fun.”
Daianira raised an eyebrow, giving him a look that screamed that she was considering committing him to an asylum. “Then why don’t you get up there? If it looks so fun.”
He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms casually, his smile only widening. “Why? Did you want me to?”
Daianira rolled her eyes, turning to June in a feeble attempt to ignore him. She really didn’t think it was going to be that easy, did she? He moved behind them, threw an arm around her shoulders and leaned in, blowing a raspberry against her cheek.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“It’ll piss the Captain off.” He muttered, noting the weird look June threw in their direction. Oh if June only knew what he was thinking in his twisted head. “What better reason to do it?”
That caught her attention. He knew it when her mouth twitched, her eerily vivid blue eyes widening, that he’d hooked her. Now all he had to do was close the deal, sweeten it enough that she would gladly throw herself up there even if it would embarrass her because the temptation of getting on Calderon’s nerves was too great.
“I may not remember more than my name at the moment, but I’m positive I don’t know how to dance… like that.”
Damon squeezed her tight against his side, ignoring the tension in her shoulders. She was too uptight, too much like Calderon. This would benefit her just as much as it did him. “Aya is a great teacher. Let her help you. At the very least, have some fun. You do know how to do that, right?”
She rolled her eyes, taking the challenge and stepping up to the side of the stage. Damon couldn’t hear whatever it was to she said to Ayame, but he recognized the gleeful look in the pilot’s violet eyes. She was teasing her and the stowaway had no idea how to react. At least he wasn’t the only one enjoying this.
Daianira climbed onto the stage with a bit of help from Aya before the two of them began discussing the finer points of pole dancing. Damon didn’t care how it was done, as long as it was done right. Because if his little stowaway caught on quick enough, there would be one hell of a roaring crowd to greet the Captain when he eventually stumbled in.
“Let me show you.” Ayame wrapped her hands around the pole, waiting for Daianira to study the grip. “Just hold on like this.”
Daianira tightened her hands around the pole and Ayame frowned. She reached forward to adjust the fingers, trying to pry them from the metal.
“No, that’s too tight. Relax, will you?” Aya’s eyes widened in concern, squeezing Daianira’s shoulders gently. “You’re as fucking tense as Calderon.”
Damon saw as the stowaway chewed on her bottom lip, frowning. She was still tense, but there was a fire in her gaze, a look of annoyance at being compared to the Captain. He smiled, filing the look away for further inspection later. At least, he can find a way to use this later, when one of them irritated him. Ayame gave her a few more pointers on how to swing without falling off of the stage before stepping away, leaving plenty of room for her to attempt it. Daianira swung around the pole slowly, her hand getting stuck a few times. She paused briefly, cursing under her breath, wiping her palms on her pants.
Damon leaned on the stage below them, smirking up at the amnesiac woman when she noticed him standing there. “Nervous, Princess?”
“Damon, leave her alone.” June said from behind him.
Damon chose to ignore his advice. Where was the fun in that?
“Maybe you should get Calderon up there, Aya. It might be what he needs to loosen the stick up his ass.”
Aya snorted, flashing him a grin before going back to teaching Daianira the secrets of pole dancing. Somehow, she managed to get her around the pole without stopping for a few spins.
“You’re a quick learner.”
Only a few more turns before Daianira managed it on her own, Ayame’s assistance no longer needed. As she spun around the pole, he caught a glimpse of a real grin on her pretty face, cheeks flushed with exhilaration, her rose gold hair flying in all directions. Ayame joined her a moment later, the two of them taking turns around the metal pole, getting the crowd riled up at the sight of the two beautiful Kitalphans.
Damon caught a glimpse of June’s face out of the corner of his eye. The cowboy’s cheeks were flushed red, those perceptive eyes wide as he watched Aya and her new partner in crime twirling like a couple of circus freaks.
He snorted, waiting for the crowd’s noise to draw the rest of the crewmates. Bash appeared first, curiously ducking beneath the curtain only to pause just past the threshold, blinking dumbly at the sight in front of him. He recovered quickly, putting his hands in the pockets of his pants and approaching where Damon and June stood.
“What prompted this?” He asked, managing to tear his eyes away long enough to look at them.
June sighed, running a hand down his face. He almost felt bad for torturing the cowboy, but sometimes sacrifices had to be made for the greater good. “Damon happened.”
Damon’s lips turned up. “You can thank me later.”
Bash rolled his eyes at the same time June groaned in mortification. Damon figured the cowboy was going to have a bad time with what he knew was coming. Because Calderon would hear the ruckus and come investigate, he wouldn’t be able to help himself. And that’s when the fun would begin.
“Where’s Ry?” He asked Bash, grin widening as Daianira took another turn around the pole, having the time of her life by the looks of it. “She’s missing quite the show.”
“The noise was too much for her. She stepped outside for a bit.” Bash chuckled as the crowd started to cheer loudly, Ayame and Daianira both getting into the groove of dancing together. “I think we’re in trouble with these two on board.”
“I hope so. Need to liven the ship up a bit. Especially with Calderon’s moodiness lately.” The subject of his conversation entered the strip club as if the mention of his name had pulled him in. Damon motioned towards the Captain. “Speak of the devil…”
“And the devil appears.” Bash agreed, shaking his head at the setup. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”
“You can’t seriously be asking me that. Because we both know I like to live dangerously.” Damon watched as Calderon’s eyes immediately went to where the girls were, sapphire going to slits, jaw clenching and shoulders stiff as he stomped closer, intent on stopping the show. If he was a cartoon character, Damon imagined there would be smoke coming out of his ears.
Once they were in earshot, Calderon waved angrily at the scene, turning on Damon immediately. “What the fuck is this?”
Damon raised an eyebrow, trying to be unaffected by his friend’s seething rage, but his mouth twitched with a smile. “The girls wanted to burn off some steam. I can’t deny there are worst ways to spend my time.” Nudging the Captain in the arm with an elbow, his smile only widened. “I know you agree with me, Cal.”
“I told you to stop calling me that.” Calderon’s sharp gaze was on Daianira as she spun, laugh echoing over the din. His cheeks almost looked pink but in the dark club, it was impossible to tell. Damon swore he was blushing. “She’s going to break her neck.”
“And it’s such a pretty neck. Isn’t it, Captain?”
Bash snorted behind him, but covered his mouth with his bionic hand, eyes moving anywhere but at Calderon who shot him a sharp look. June, on the other hand, had purposely moved away from the three of them, conveniently placing himself out of range of Calderon’s hands. Not that the Captain had even glanced his way.
“Maybe it’s your neck you should be thinking about, Reznor.” Calderon grumbled under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck with a hand. “Get her down. We’re leaving. Now.”
“You’re no fun.” Damon pouted, hands in his pockets as he leaned against the wall behind him. “If anyone needs to relax-”
Calderon’s murderous expression cut him off before he made a mistake. Damon shrugged in an attempt to let it go, knowing that there was only so far he could push the Captain before someone got hurt, but he knew that dark look in his eyes. There was something about the girl that put him on edge. And he would find out what it was.
“Get Daianira down. We don’t know who she is. If someone recognizes her-”
“Worried about her?” Damon teased, enjoying the way Calderon’s nose scrunched in disgust. Oh yes, there was definitely something there.
“I’m worried about us. Now do it.”
Calderon shoved past a couple standing off to the side, not even bothering to apologize. Damon shook his head, eyes flashing towards Bash who still stood beside him.
“He’s got it bad.” The bionic said with a deep laugh, gaze settling on the girls still having the time of their lives on stage. “How long do you give it before he explodes?”
Damon snorted, the bet already made before he opened his mouth. “Not even a week. The stowaway likes to piss him off. He won’t be able to hold back.”
Bash only responded with a full bellied laugh, knowing there was no way Damon was going to lose a bet when he could just fix the win. Which, seeing as if benefited everyone if Calderon got laid, he figured the odds were in his favor.
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themarydragon · 4 months
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8 for the wrapped thing, please?
WOO 8. Pairing you wrote the most for this year?
Okay so this might take math.
If we're talking about POSTED fic, then it's like 135k for Zelink. However, I WROTE that over the course of about 3 years so that's not my final answer. I've written some 25k or so for Zelink this year but it's the WIP of the TotK extension of CWRD and half of that is outline and datamining and playthrough notes.
I've been working a LOT on an original world that I first started kicking around 10+ years ago and I have no idea how to tally those words. There's 3 POVs, 6 drafts, an epistolary side-project, the outline, the excerpts, the language notes, the "plot potentials" side file... it's nuts. Probably close to half a mil if I'm actually counting words, and it's not even a recognized ship. Trust me, it's a SHIP.
In terms of established-fandom, words-written-this-year, that's gotta be Mass Effect. I started my first draft of The Chakwas fic on Dec 29 of last year, the current draft was from early January (when I figured out the style I was writing in) and since then I've put 211k words to paper in F!Shoker (Female Shepard /Joker).
So, tl;dr - Mass Effect: Legendary Edition, Shoker pairing, which will break 250k words written by the time the year ends.
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burntheupholstery · 2 years
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NORTH: bleed, breathe
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A Vexx/F!Traveller soulmate AU slow-burn canon divergence fic.
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It is the year 3025. After a coup d'etat on the capital planet of the Seleotan system, Goldis, the system is now in chaos. With High King Fenris Peg'asi, the Three Queens, and the elusive eleven royal children dead, power now lies in the hands of Jez Zovack, Usurper King, leader of the interplanetary K'Merii clan.
Unbeknownst to everyone except the crew of the Andromeda Six, the youngest princess, Apolia Le'jean Peg'asi, third half-Tilaari daughter of the Stellar Queen, has escaped the massacre at Prince Sorenn's wedding reception.
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this is a fic i’ve been working on for a while now. scifi stuff you can look forwards to:
urban worldbuilding!
space politics!
unethical experimentation!
consensual and non-consensual body modification! found family!
learning to love yourself!
recovering from mental trauma!
reconnecting with family!
and of course heaps and loads of angst.
the title of the the series is north because of the Tilaari soulmark being a compass rose, and the Tilaaria calling their soulmates their ‘north’.
oh also the whole thing is in second person. come read it?
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indigofoxpaws · 1 year
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I started writing this to justify a single line of dialogue, what happened
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andromedasix · 1 year
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Chapter 3 snippet? Spare some chapter 3 snippet for the poor and down trot ma'am? *rattles around a tin mug full of nickles*
I'll do you one better! Here's the link to the whole chapter cause I just published it! There's a bit under the cut (its Bash time gang) please let me know what you guys think and thank you for 1.4k hits so far xx
“Well yeah, you could be literally anyone you want to.” He whipped his hand to the side, “A clean slate. You could pick any name you want; I won't even tell anyone you swapped it. I mean - Not like there's anything wrong with the one you've already got from one four letter name haver to another. But think of all the choices you've got now!” Bash let out a singsong note at the end of ‘choices’. His human hand moving quickly in front of him with excitement.
She let him continue on as the words were processed. June had said she was on a bridge at the palace. And if there was a coup happening, she was probably trying to escape the chaos that followed it. When she tried to wrap her brain as to why she was there in the first place, the pulse of pain returned to the side of her head, fogging her mind momentarily.
“Oh…” Bash noted her expression, “I guess.... you wouldn't be happy about the whole thing, huh?” His voice lowered, the gusto he was holding onto deflated, “Ah shit, I'm sorry. Sometimes I just blurt out whatever pops into my head and I don't think it through first. Takes a few seconds for my head to catch up with my mouth.”
Ella attempted a smile to mask the unease within her with reassurance, but it was too forced - the gravity of the situation pulling the corners of her mouth into a thin frown.
In the awkwardness of their silence that followed Bash took in a large gulp of air, the sound of which made her look up at him. “I offended you didn't I? Gah,” He hit himself in the forehead with the palm of his hand, “Nice one Bash. Nice.”
“No.” She waved her hands out between them, trying to dissipate some of the discomfort, “You have not. I just – well... I do not know really.” Ella let out a sigh of her own, looking down at Ryona’s shoes. A puff of air that could be excused as a laugh left her, “I feel like I have been saying that a lot today. It is… starting to get annoying.”
“Yeah, I get that.” Bash smiled again, but it wasn’t the same - it didn’t reach his eyes. “There’s nothing quite like falling on your ass to make you feel like nothing’s making sense.” He looked to the spaces around them, nudging one of the cables on the floor with his foot in the same way June had, “If it’s any help I've ah, been there once or twice myself.” He didn’t stop smiling as he spoke though the sadness didn’t quite leave him.
From the brief interaction the two of them had so far, Ella had a challenging time imagining anything bringing down this bright bundle of energy within the galaxy. Bash’s bio-luminescent tattoos flickered underneath his skin like distant city lights and below the gas of the ship's lights the glow of them seemed more intense. She moved her attention to the other side, now fully captivated by his bionic arm. It was a menagerie of different metals plated together. All of the connectors that she could see were intrinsically woven together like a tapestry. The orange light that nestled within his bicep next to the medallion hummed in time with what she seemed to be his heartbeat, a slow and rhythmic pattern despite the tension she just caused.
There were the telltale signs of self-maintenance peppered throughout the machinery, tiny scrapes surrounded screw heads on plates that were looser than they ought to be. Ella squinted, trying to look closer from her place at his side. There seemed to be a wad of some kind of cloth and one of the gaps of metal, absorbing an oil that was leaking from within. She was sure she had seen it before - a simple lubricant for pistons. Ella had watched someone apply them to their own mechanical limb. It wasn't just an arm, it was all of their joints - their entire body. There was a laugh with the movement, the same metallic one that had echoed behind her unknown sister.
“Don't tell me the bionics make you nervous?” Bash said at the end of his laugh.
She snapped her eyes back to his face, heat prickling up the tips of her ears as she did so. Dread sank in at the prospect of him laughing at her as mental note was added to her list of things she had learned about herself in the last hours: a disdain for getting laughed at.
“You ever seen stuff like this before?” Another question was asked as he took a closer look at her face from his height of an inch or two above Ella before realizing he was intruding on what he dubbed her personal bubble and swayed backwards, “Though I guess you wouldn't really remember if you have, huh?”
“No. I mean - yes I have seen them before, I think.” The moment with the laugh had passed, she could no longer hear it or replay it in her head regardless how how much she wanted to.
Bash held the metallic limb out and flexed his fingers into a fist before turning it over so that she could see the tendons of cable that snaked between where the two bones on an organic arm would be. “Mine’s a bit of a special prosthetic, designed most of it myself.”
“Really?” She watched him roll his shoulder where the cuff of the metal wrapped around the scarred flesh of what remained of his upper bicep. Fine surgical scars could be seen from where it was embedded within his skin. It looked nothing short of painful. “I am in awe, truly.”
“Aw shucks, thanks Ella.” He wiggled an eyebrow at her and attempted a sort of a shimmy-nudge in the air between them. They continued on a few more steps before he spoke again, “Do you know if you always talk like that?”
“I do not know what you mean.” Ella laced her fingers together gently as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his overalls.
“’Do not, I have’… you haven't combined two words in any of the sentences you've said.” He spoke matter of factly without a hint of judgment, just genuine curiosity.
“I had not- I... hadn’t realized that was something I was doing.” She shifted her fingers so that she was once again clasping her hand over a closed fist. “Is that wrong with me?”
“Nah, I just thought it was interesting is all. Ry talks like that sometimes too. Another thing that comes out when she's really stressed, but I think that's just cause Earthen Common isn't her first language…” He shrugged like he was throwing an extra thought to his side, “Maybe that's it at least.”
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transkurootetsurou · 2 years
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Velara delights in this game they play. Sometimes they even let him win.
andromeda six. calderon/original character. rated e.
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bridenore · 3 months
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HD Erised 2023 recs
Here are some of my favorite fics from @hd-erised 2023. Listed in alphabetical order.
Always the Last to Know by @nv-md [10k]
“I’m not napping,” Harry mumbled, his face still pressed to the floor. “I’m thinking.” “Salazar help us,” Draco muttered, walking around Harry’s prone body. Out of the corner of his eye, a bit blurrily, Harry watched as Draco lay beside him. “And what, pray tell, is so difficult to ponder that it requires a lie down?” Harry took a deep breath, very much considered lying, closed his eyes, and said, “Love.”
Clear Skies, Full Hearts by iota / @sorrybutblog​ [32k]
Harry loves everything about playing professional Quidditch – the rush of flying, the rush of winning, the rush of getting off with rival seeker Draco Malfoy. Harry’s the highest scoring rookie Seeker in the history of the League. He’s also, inexplicably, obsessively, hooking up with Draco. When Draco unexpectedly quits the League and disappears from Harry’s life, Harry doesn’t stop wondering what it all meant and if he’ll ever get another chance to find out.
Draco Malfoy, Bloodsucking Fiend by @kbrick [23k]
There are two things that Draco’s Auror partner, Harry Potter, must never know about him. One is that he’s a vampire. The other is that he’s been completely, pathetically, head-over-heels in love with Harry for years. But when the duo is trapped inside an old shop on Diagon Alley with no means of escape, Draco finds himself fiending for blood and unable to put even a modicum of distance between himself and the man he can’t stop lusting after.
How To Train Your Malfoy by @fencer-x [93k]
Good manners dictate that, when one’s best friend Apparates onto one’s doorstep holding the unconscious, haggard body of the schoolyard bully and begging for sanctuary, one ought to invite the two of them in for a cup of tea. Harry Potter sometimes wishes he weren’t so polite.
Jasmine in Bloom by @lqtraintracks [41k]
This is not something Draco can have in his life… Potter overturning all that he’s carefully cultivated. They’re not compatible and never will be. Draco’s been playing with fire. It just so happens that he likes how Potter smoulders before being allowed close enough to burn.
Last Time by bluefay / @thesleepiesthufflepuff [3k]
There are eight years of hatred and seven years of tolerance behind every tease, every blowjob, and every screw. No matter how it ends, though, Draco just hopes he doesn’t lose Potter as a friend.
Martyred by @doingthechachaslide [82k]
Harry Potter only wants one thing: to take care of the people he loves. After Teddy’s abrupt departure from his role as Andromeda’s caretaker, Harry decides it’s finally time to step up and handle the job himself. Castoff Manor, an old Black family estate, has never seemed as sinister as the stories make it sound, but it’s there that Harry stumbles upon ghosts, haunting family secrets, and a familiar, snarky blond gardener hell-bent on chasing him out. Maybe if Harry sticks around long enough, he’ll finally learn why all of Andromeda’s previous caretakers have fled without looking back.
Never Mind the Bollocks by @the-sinking-ship [118k]
If someone told Harry six months ago that by autumn he would be single, living on whisky and toast, and dancing the night away with Draco Malfoy, he would have told them to get their head checked. And yet, here he was.
Nothing Gold Can Stay by @moonflower-rose [40k]
One summer evening, Harry Potter vanished in the middle of dinner with his friends. Four days later he came back. Sort of. Draco Malfoy is on the case.
The Room that Changed Everything by @multiverse-of-fanfic [18k]
When a sabotaged potion lands Harry and Draco in detention, Harry must wrestle with two uncomfortable truths: One, Malfoy the nemesis no longer exists. And Two, Harry is embarrassingly attracted to him. With the war behind them, can Harry and Malfoy build something from the ashes, or are they doomed to be enemies forever?
Sugarplum by @mallstars [27k]
The air crackled as it busied itself shifting around molecules, making way for a hefty slab of magic, and then there it was: the Knight Bus, squeezed neatly into a pocket of Wizarding space among stagnant Muggle buses, vibrant violet amidst a string of cherry red. The door sprang open. "Draco," said Potter, a little breathless, a little cheerful. He smelled of coconut lotion, Cockroach Clusters and a sloppy ironing charm. Lifting one hand off the steering wheel, Potter gave a small wave. He wore gloves. Fingerless, the leather black against the sunlight. Leather. In August.
Thickets by @wolfpants [17k]
When Draco returns to the UK after two decades of building his career as an internationally-renowned artist to look after his ailing, estranged father, he crosses paths with his former flame, Harry Potter, in the most unexpected way.
The Unplottable Time Conundrum by @writcraft [45k]
When the past starts bleeding into the present at Grimmauld Place, an old academic article pulls Draco Malfoy out of his life of luxury. Haunted by the memory of a fleeting post-war kiss and thrust into the ghostly spaces inhabited by Unspeakable Harry Potter, Draco’s easy life is about to get a whole lot more complicated.
we have heard on high by @oflights [34k]
Reeling from the fallout of a bad breakup, Harry decides to find out who his soulmate is. The bad news: it's Draco Malfoy. The good news: Malfoy doesn't seem to know they're soulmates. The worst news: Harry might be falling for him anyway.
I hope you enjoy these stories as much as I did!
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lightgriffinsect · 5 months
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happy belated birfday to agoti andromeda
a very entity birhtday
(Friday Night Funkin')
Words: 1995
Summary:
Belated birthday fanfic for Agoti Andromeda, the coolest digidevil singer around! Especially in his brother's eyes. How kind of their friends to be there for them on Agoti's special day, Aldryx sighs. How lucky they are, to all be there, alive and okay.
this was very rushed i'm sorry if it sucks and sorry that it's late /lhj
Entity/Tabi taglist: @shippin-my-sanses, @hoodiehydra, @parrotsartstop, @flurriethefox, @alex-dontknow, @randomlysent, @onemothhwomann, @k1rameki, @irenefandomsfan
Let me know if you'd like to be added to/removed from the taglist!
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“AGOTI.” Aldryx kicks open the door to the bedroom that his beloved baby brother hijacked last night. “WAKE UP IT IS TEN IN THE MORNING.”
“Hnnhhgnh…” Agoti mumbles, rolling over in bed and becoming enveloped in Aldryx’s dark comforter, like a fork entwined in spaghetti. “Five more minutes…”
“NO. Wake up, oh my God.” Aldryx grabs what, after careful assessment, he’s pretty sure might be an edge of the blanket, trying to unravel Agoti from his self-imposed prison like a toilet roll.
Nope. Too late. The blanket has neither beginning nor end.
“Don’ wanna…” Agoti grouses. He rolls over again, off the edge of the bed and onto the floor, taking the sheets with him. No reaction; he just sinks even deeper into the blanket. “I’m sleeeepyyyyyy…”
“That’s your own fault, staying up till two playing Minecraft.” Aldryx retorts, trying to decide how to explain to everyone that Agoti doesn’t care. Something in his stomach sinks.
How is he supposed to get this guy downstairs? Could he just…carry the whole bundle? Aldryx drops to one knee, sliding his arms beneath Agoti, blanket and all. Agoti yelps as the older scoops him up and leaves the room. “Pu’ me down!”
“You’ll wake up at six for Tabi’s birthday but miss your own?” Aldryx says instead, raising a brow in return. 
“Birthday?” Agoti finally pokes his head out of the cocoon Aldryx can probably just dump on Tabs to untangle him out of. “‘S my birthday a’rready?”
“Yes . You wouldn’t shut up about it yesterday, it’s all you talked about. Have you forgotten?” Al rolls his eyes as exaggeratedly as he can, making sure Agoti can see.
“Eeeeeyyyup.” His little brother slumps back down, going limp. Bright, impish eyes watch him hopefully. “Didja get me the headset I wanted?”
“You’ll see.” At the bottom of the stairs, Aldryx lets him tumble to the floor. Agoti groans, kicking at the comforter until his tail and legs are free. He shoots to his feet with a wide grin, stretching his limbs like a cat. Al can’t help a small smile of his own. Agoti’s morning demeanor is something else.
“That means no.” Agoti sticks out his tongue. “Stop staring at me. Where is everyone?” His tail swishes energetically. His bright, eager gaze darts from the stairwell to the closet behind it, to the well-lit ground floor as he trails behind Aldryx down the hall to the living room. Like he used to when they were little and only had each other and wouldn’t have survived if everything had chosen to go to hell back then. 
Good thing it waited until they were both just barely adults with little understanding of what games the music industry liked to play. 
“Tabs and Aya are here too. We’ve been waiting for you to wake up since eight,” Aldryx half lies. They’re actually still decorating the place. Not that Agoti would care, so why not stretch it a bit?
“Really?” Agoti stops short, tail drooping. “Oh. I— I didn’t think…” He shrinks a little, face reddening, and Aldryx immediately regrets saying that. He shouldn’t have said that, he shouldn’t have forgotten. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Al hastily reassures him. Agoti’s anxiety never really went away. Even though he’d gotten better at dealing with it once the fame hit. He’d started healing at that time, letting his newfound confidence flourish. Letting himself feel better about his life.
Then the Dearests happened. Nikusa, the Void happened. Everything relapsed. And even though Agoti’s found it easier to manage his fears this time, with his family and friends and experience, Aldryx can’t imagine the kind of residual worries his little brother must still be carrying. No matter how good he’s gotten at not apologizing, not caring what everyone thinks. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m— I’m glad, actually. You need to sleep more anyway.” He rests a hand on Agoti’s shoulder. “Come on, Ayana and Tabi aren’t gonna mind. They’re excited to see you.”
“Wh’ ‘bout Mom ‘n Dad?” Agoti dropped that habit of halving his words long ago. He must be so nervous for it to have come back so suddenly. Aldryx gives Agoti’s shoulder a small squeeze.
“Well…” Aldryx lowers his voice, leaning in closer. “I’m technically not supposed to be saying anything, but…” He grins at Agoti’s huge eyes. “They’re out getting something for you.”
“What?” Agoti presses, tail swaying rapidly. “Is it the—”
“Can’t tell.” Aldryx pulls away, snickering. “It’s a surprise… ” He pulls his brother by the shoulder to the living room door, ignoring Agoti’s whine of dismay and also how obvious the surprise actually is. “Now come on!”
“Jerk,” Agoti huffs. But his eyes light up brighter than anything when the door swings open and Ayana and Tabi both yelp.
“We’re not done!” Aya shouts, shoving a throw pillow in Aldryx’s face. Al stumbles back. “Go! Shoo! Happy birthday! Get out!” Behind her, Tabi holds up his arms, tangled in a banner reading “HAPPY BIRHTDAY AGOTI” in bold red and green and blue letters, as if to shield himself. 
“Thanks, guys! Nice banner!” Agoti throws his arms around them both instead. “Can’t believe it’s my birhtday already!”
Ayana and Tabs freeze at that before laughing sheepishly. “We were hoping you wouldn’t notice…” Tabi says, letting the banner fall to the floor in a heap before trying to unravel it. “It was my mistake. I, uh, was distracted. By the cupcakes,” he mumbles under his breath. “Uhm. Sorry?”
“It’s fine,” Aldryx drops the pillow on the couch with a little smile, reaching over to help Tabs put up the banner. “You guys have done enough anyway.” How kind of them to help make today special for Agoti, when everything is still so uncertain and dangerous for all of them.
“You got cupcakes!” Agoti gushes, darting over to the platter of food on the coffee table. “And— ooh, are those my presents?” His gaze snaps to the massive pile of gift wrapped boxes, gleaming in the morning sun as it filters through the bay window. “What’d you guys even get me?”
Ayana clears her throat. “That is classified.”
“Oh, come on!”
“Because…we still have to get through breakfast!” Tabi gestures quickly at the cupcakes and coffee, all jazz hands-like. “We got those caramel chocolate ones you were always saying—”
“Aw— you did?! You did! ” Agoti shoves past them, snatching up one of said cupcakes. It’s topped with chocolate frosting and drizzled in caramel sauce. “I’ve never had these ones! You guys— ” He flings an arm around Tabi, nearly crushing him in a hug.
Aldryx laughs, leaning over to pluck one of the plain red velvets. How sweet of Ayana and Tabi, to remember that he doesn’t like cream cheese frosting. “Thanks for picking these up.”
“Mm-hm!” Agoti nods eagerly through a mouthful of chocolate cake.
“It’s no problem,” Ayana chuckles softly. “It’s the least we could do.”
As the four of them are talking over coffee and more cupcakes than are probably healthy for them, the front door clicks open. “Good morning, kids!” Amora sings out. “I should hope you saved some breakfast for us?”
“Of course we did,” Tabi scoffs, opening the door to receive them and immediately getting enveloped in two warm blue hugs. “Morning.”
“Hi! Morning!” Agoti bolts over and barges his way into the huddle. 
“Morning, Sol! Amora!” Aldryx says cheerfully, rising to give his mother a peck on the cheek. “How’d it go?”
“Oh, it went swimmingly,” Amora practically gushes. “Agoti, you’re not going to believe what we finally—”
“That is classified,” Sol interrupts, giving her a meaningful look at the same time as Ayana. He passes a relatively small box to her. Like many of the others, it’s wrapped in bright paper with a sparkling stick-on bow. “Until we’ve gotten through all the other presents.” There are a lot of presents.
“You guys all suck,” Agoti grouses, folding his arms and dropping to the floor criss-cross applesauce.
Tabi does the same. “But you don’t care.”
“But I don’t care.” Agoti leans on him. Aldryx drops to his brother’s side and throws his arms around him. Agoti’s tail coils around all three of them. “Can we open my things now?”
“But of course,” Ayana snickers, scooping up an armful of boxes and dumping them in Agoti’s lap. 
“Oh, sweet!” Agoti grabs one wrapped in shiny red and gold, haphazardly tearing at the paper and carelessly tossing it aside as his family crowds around him. The pure glee in his smile is so contagious, Aldryx has to suppress his laugh, watching closely over his little brother’s shoulder, soaking up the warmth and cheer. 
Agoti hasn’t been so excited over anything in months, the way he’s excited over the new computer monitor he’s had his eye on for so long. He continues to ramble and praise everything else they got him, decorated in red and white and silver. The huge shark plush that’s probably going to take up what little space remains of his bed. The several hoodies, in more colors than just red, because he really needs to expand his wardrobe.
“These are from you,” Agoti grumbles to Aldryx, inspecting the deep blue of the cotton fabric.
“They are from me,” Al agrees with a grin, resting his chin on his brother’s shoulder. “You’re welcome.”
Agoti blows at his face. “Thanks anyway. It’s… I like the color.” His tone is still grumpy, but there’s a touch of sincerity to it.
“I’m glad.”
“And now,” Ayana pants, shoving aside the mass of empty, half-torn cardboard boxes and crumpled wrapping paper, “we have the last one!” She holds up the unremarkable box from earlier. From this angle, Aldryx realizes it reads “CLASSIFIED” on one side. Wow.
“Oh, yeah!” Agoti whoops, snatching it from her and enthusiastically ripping off the paper. “I think I know what this— I WAS RIGHT!” 
“You were right,” Tabi confirms, laughing softly as he tries to recover from the sudden volume increase. “Yeah. Happy birthday.”
“You actually got it for me!” Agoti is still gushing over the headset he’s been wanting since forever. He probably isn’t even listening to the rest of them right now. “OhmyGodI’vebeenwantingthisoneforsolongthankyousososomuchI’msohappyrightnow—”
“Agoti,” Sol speaks up gently, “take a moment to breathe. Relax.”
“Hhhokay,” Agoti gasps, eyes watering. Is his throat hurting from all the yelling he’s been doing? “I just…I wanted this forever and you finally got it for me and it’s so cool and you’re all here and you got me cupcakes and hoodies and another shark plushie even though I already have six…” Agoti trails off, looking down at his lap. His voice is watery too. The rest of them, as one, softly coo and crowd around him in a hug.
Aldryx rubs his back. “It’s all good, buddy.” You deserve the world, he wants to say, among so many other cheesy things that he can never bring himself to admit. “You do great. We wanted to do something great too. That’s all there is to it.”
“We love you,” Amora says, totally unabashed. Aldryx is sort of envious. She knows how to embody the warmth of a star better than any of them.
“You’re our best friend,” Ayana mumbles with a small smile, tears pricking her own eyes. “Of course we wanted to get you another shark plushie, man.” Tabi hugs him tighter in silent agreement.
Sol moves closer to him, visibly unsure, probably tongue-tied. He’s never been one for sappy verbal affection. Instead he just places a hand on Agoti’s head, combing his fingers through his tendrils. Agoti whines and leans into the touch. 
The six of them just sit there like that for a few minutes, huddled on the carpet around the life of their party. Occasionally one of them will mumble another awkwardly rephrased I love you, directed at Agoti but meant for all of them. 
For Aldryx, for the first time in a long, long time, it really does feel like it too.
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my tumblr moot @shippin-my-sanses headcanons that Aldryx likes red velvet but dislikes the cream cheese frosting, and I really liked it so I mentioned it in this fic! go check out her blog she's a super sweet and fun person, with great takes on the Entity characters!
I promise I won't be late for Aldryx's birthday inshallah ^^;
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eluvisen · 5 months
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Get to know your fanfic writer
I was tagged by @commander-krios thank you! <3
When did you post your first ever fanfic?
2008 after having discovered KOTOR Fan Media the year before and falling down the rabbit hole of fanfic and fanart
First Character(s) you wrote?
Revan and the Ebon Hawk crew
Main Character(s) you’re currently writing?
Vexx Serif and Nephien
Character(s) you haven’t written about before but plan to write about soon?
KY-L3
Fandom(s) you’re currently writing?
Andromeda Six
Platonic pairing(s) you’re currently writing?
Nephien & Sorenn
Romantic pairing(s) you’re currently writing?
Nephien/Vexx
Your top AO3 tags?
The top three tags used in my works are Romance, Friendship, and Canon-Typical Violence
Current platform you use for posting?
AO3
Snippet of the WIP you are currently working on?
From one of the bajillion WIPs I’m skipping between:
“Congratulations?” Nephien’s tone is the same you’d use after a friend told you their dog got hit by a gravcar. Sorenn swallows. “Thanks.” Nephien starts to open her mouth, hesitates, then looks away. Silence falls over the courtyard, and not even the gurgle of the small fountain at their backs can alleviate the excruciating awkwardness that settles over them. Vexx has half a mind to throw himself into the water feature, either to provide a distraction or to drown himself. At last, Nephien asks, “Do… do you know who you’re engaged to?” Vexx fights a snort. Only in the palace would that be a remotely reasonable question to ask. And maybe a few dives after 1a.m., but nobody here has the excuse of beer goggles. “Never met her,” Sorenn replies. His hands tangle in his lap, toying with the cuff of his uniform sleeve. “Oh.” “I wish…” He exhales heavily. “I wish Mother could have been here for this. She would have asked me what I wanted—” He cuts himself off, looking away. By some arcane palace protocol, Lucrezia is the one arranging marriages for Nikolle’s children since she’s too out of it to negotiate on their behalf. Nephien reaches out, then hesitates. Her smooth brown fingers curl and uncurl, then she rests her hand on top of Sorenn’s. “I suppose you need to meet her. Then you know how much panicking is warranted.” Sorenn makes a noise that’s a little too depressed to be a laugh.  “Maybe she’s nice?” Nephien suggests in a rather adorable display of faux-optimism.
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chikaras-garden · 4 months
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favourite angst to fluff fanfics? Or angst with a happy ending
What's hilarious is that I read a ton of angsty novels, but not a lot of angsty fanfic. Here are some deep cuts from my bookmarks. Fandoms are all over the place, so I'll format this a little differently from the last ask.
Sheer Curtains by @idyllcy
Tim Drake (DC) x Reader
To Have and to Hold by @mrs-kurooo
Sakusa Kiyoomi (HQ) x Reader
Isn't Bite Also a Touch? by actuallygross (Ao3)
Leon Kennedy (RE) x Reader
What They Wouldn't Do by Ashevillain (Ao3)
Matt Murdock/Daredevil (Marvel) x reader
North by abscission (Ao3)
Vexx Serif x Traveler (Andromeda Six)
Love; Defined by High As Hope (Ao3)
Connor (Detroit: Become Human) x reader
The Storm Chaser universe by sunmoonstarsrain (Ao3)
various (HQ) x reader my personal favorite is A Sea of Flowers in Bloom
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pockymun · 3 months
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1, 12, 13, and 24 for the end of the year fanfic asks!
Fanfic End of the Year Asks! | @kanawolf
favorite fic you wrote this year
Unfortunately, I didn't really write and post anything new this year. I had an epiphany at the beginning of summer that I didn't like how The Paradox in the Prophecy was turning out, so I went back to the very beginning to revise things. I've only accomplished this for two of four fics so far. My favorite would have to be Etro's Blessing: Andromeda. Easily most improved fic after revisions. I'm happiest with how that turned out.
favorite character to write about this year
Honestly, I've been unhappy with how all of my FFXV fics were turning out. I've pulled most of them down. @groovytimetravelflower has helped me a lot in reworking my newer OC, Harlow, and her story. I finished writing her backstory last weekend, which will be implemented into the actual story when I get around to it. Most of my writing for Harlow is still in the planning stages.
Harlow is my most improved character. I've been writing Andromeda's story for five/six years now, and at times she's really intense or pathetic and I get tired of it. Harlow's a nice break. She has problems too, but hers are more realistic.
favorite writing song/artist/album for the year
I've calmed down a little bit on it now, but I'd have to say In This Moment's albums Ritual and Mother became very influential on The Paradox and the Prophecy. I've warmed up to their Blood album as well, although there's one track where the devil breaks up with the singer and she just sobs for three minutes. There's a line between being experimental and being obnoxious. I do have to mention the album for the song Comache. It's brutal and chaotic and maddening, and it fits a few violent scenes in the series. I don't really care for In This Moment's other stuff.
favorite fic you've read this year
I don't give myself a lot of time to read fics. I'm only reading a couple at any time. I learned this year that I have to be really careful and selective about the fics I read.
I love @groovytimetravelflower's Not Just a Feeling on AO3. This is the first fic I've read that delves into the Imperial court and its customs. It's also fun to spot the references she makes to other FF games. Iedolas is not insane (well, maybe a little), so he's the cunning and brutal conqueror of his empire. Ardyn is much the same, but this time he has something to ground him. It puts him into an interesting dilemma.
I also have to mention Poor Wayfaring Stranger because every single chapter wrecks me. I wish I could write every sentence as well as the author does to hook readers. I know it's popular in the fandom, but I've only started reading it this month. I'm a little behind.
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commander-krios · 5 months
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Safe Haven
Fandom: Andromeda Six Pairing: Juniper "June" Nyux/f!Traveler Rating: General Summary: Maris never felt at home in Goldis, but with June, she's never felt safer. Words: 953 Additional Tags: Love, Feelings, Friendship/Love, Post-Orion
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The hallways of the Andromeda Six were deserted, a depression falling over the entire ship after the events of Orion. Chrono was in their solar dust, Tilaarin on the radar as their next stop. But Maris couldn’t stop thinking about the experiments, the agony on June’s face, and how easy it was for him to destroy the Orionite tainted soldiers. She’d been honest when she told him that he didn’t scare her, he never had, but her heart hurt every time she remembered the tortured expression on his face when he’d apologized to her for it all.
As if he had to apologize for simply existing.
Maris somehow managed to resist seeking him out after his visit to her cabin a few days before, knowing there were preparations to be made for Tilaarin, that the guns were still in need of repairs, and that the crew was busy with all of their normal tasks. But after three more days of silence, she found herself standing in front of June’s door, the access panel glowing a dreadful red that did little to ease her nerves.
After a moment’s hesitation, did she really think she was important enough to bother him for no reason, she lifted her fist to knock, the echo loud in the quiet. The door opened barely a few seconds later, June’s confusion immediately turning to delight at the sight of her, a smile brighter than any sun she’d seen on his handsome face. Any doubt she had vanished as he reached forward, rough fingers closing around her hand.
“Maris? I wasn’t expecting you-”
“Oh… I’m sorry. I just… haven’t seen you for more than a couple minutes here or there in the last few days and I wanted to… I should have asked.” She flushed, feeling like a complete idiot, and took a step back. “I’ll leave you be.”
“Please, don’t ever apologize.” June shook his head and pulled her closer before she could sprint down the hallway, the door hissing closed behind her, leaving them alone in his room. His fingers trailed down her arm, a softness to his grey eyes that left her weak in the knees. “I’ve missed you.”
“You did?” She responded with a flirty grin, running a hand over his vest, the smooth fabric soft against her fingertips. 
June chuckled, stilling her hand before she could go farther. Lifting it to his mouth, he pressed a kiss to her knuckles, soft and slow, eyes burning as he watched her duck her head, unable to stop the blush on her cheeks. His lips trailed down her hand until they reached her wrist. Then he pressed another kiss there. When he spoke, his mouth was still against her skin and she felt every word. “I always miss you when you’re not here.”
Clearing her throat, she turned away, trying to hide the flush beneath her choppy teal hair, but failing miserably. June tugged on her hand, stopping her before she tried to run for it again, guiding her closer to him. She glanced up as he wrapped an arm around her waist, soft lips brushing against her forehead.
With a sigh, she wrapped her arms around him, her face pressed into the white shirt he wore. He smelled so much like the sandalwood and lavender soap he bathed with and fresh air and life. He was solid and warm, his arms holding her gently against his body, and for the first time in months, she felt safe. Like she was finally home. And that terrified her more than the thought of returning to Goldis, of facing down the man who orchestrated her entire family’s massacre.
“June? I need to tell you something.” 
“You can tell me anything.” His hand trailed down her back in gentle strokes, his heat soaking into her with each touch.
Maris felt the flutter of butterflies in her stomach and she turned her face so he wouldn’t see the terror in her eyes. The last thing she needed was for him to misinterpret it as fear of him. Her fingers toyed with a button on his shirt, trying to focus on the words so she didn’t jam them together into some incoherent nonsense. Like usual. “You… make me feel safe. You make me feel like I can be whatever, whoever, I want to be and that’s not something I’ve ever felt before.”
There were more things she wished she could express this early in their relationship but her tongue grew heavy and she paused, closing her eyes as the horror of being so open and vulnerable hit her full force. June inhaled deeply, his chest expanding against her cheek and she closed her eyes tighter, hands trembling as her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt.
“Maris?”
June hooked a finger beneath her chin, tilting her head towards his, but she kept her eyes shut, terrified to see the look on his face. He shifted closer, pressing a single kiss to each eyelid before waiting for them to flutter open, green eyes meeting grey.
Running a hand across her hair and curling the teal strands around his fingers, the corner of his mouth turned up into a smirk. “You don’t have to be afraid to admit what you feel to me. Because with you, I feel the same. You make me feel normal… more of a real person than I’ve ever had.”
Maris felt all fear, all worry, all doubt melt away at his words and she sighed, hugging him tighter. June let out a chuckle before laying his head atop hers, chest rumbling against her cheek. A happy sound that she vowed to hear every day of the rest of her life.
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eachmostremembering · 8 months
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wip tag game
Thank youuu @eatandsleepwell
RULES: Reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!
I have a million Things I want to write but I'm gonna just say the ones that have significant time and thought put into them (and that I'll actually be getting real work into before the year ends)
fanfic:
elaborate rituals for crossing the thresholds of doorways (syd/carmy, the bear, carmy is a bear and has ocd [is it magical realism or fantasy, who knows], character study)
(don't) tie me down (damon/OC, andromeda six, first part collaborative writing project that's a really careful attempt by us to preserve the character of the LIs in a modern setting)
i have crawled over town with your hair in my mouth (syd/carmy, selkie!syd saves carmy from drowning against her better judgement, what can i say i'm a speculative writer by nature)
i'm here halfway out, you are somewhere in the house (syd/mikey, the bear, mikey lives au that's mostly an excuse to look at syd with a loving eye)
original fic:
my ex-nun/ex-criminal small-town romance novel (i love romance as a genre and romance beats and i also love complicated religious experiences)
weimar faerie novel (peripheral democratic erosion but make it fae and arranged marriage I WILL GET TO U)
no pressure, but gonna tag @saveyourblood @statueofsirens @notbecauseofvictories @thefudge @irresistible-revolution @coldcrashpictures
anyone else who also wants to, please do it and feel free to tag me, i love reading about peoples wips!
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suzyq31 · 7 months
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Hi , I have a request for you since you've written fics with harry and Hermione as parents for iris,teddy, jane and ellie, and you have read all harry Potter books so take a quote from any books and describe the characteristics the kids share with harry and Hermione
Hi anon, this is a very interesting ask. I’ve thought of it all day and still feel a bit stumped! I’ve read all the books multiple times, but very few quotes come to mind in terms of how I came up with my characterization of the children. It’s been a few years since I’ve read most of the books , and fanfic has probably been more influential on my interpretation of Harry and Hermione. Along with my own Headcanons I’ve developed over the twenty plus years I’ve been in the fandom. 
While Harry and Hermione’s traits influenced how I wrote the children in my stories, what was of even greater influence was the children in my own life. Particularly with Iris, Jane and Ellie, they share a lot of traits from two of them who I spent the most time with, and whom I love deeply. 
Funny enough I was nannying two boys at the time that I wrote Maybe Tomorrow, and originally planned for Ellie and Jane to be boys. But when I sat down to write, little girls took form instead. Although, Ellie shares a certain amount in common with my 3 year old boy H in terms of intensity 😂. Also Iris’s line ‘real life life’ is a direct quote from my other boy J. 
I also go a lot by the age of the character. Three year old's are quite different then six year old's, hence some of the behaviors you see in Jane versus Ellie. Or young Teddy versus teen Teddy. Same with Iris.
I have a degree that focuses on child development and it’s a huge part of my role at work, so there was no way that wouldn’t influence how I thought of the characters. 
Okay now getting into spoilers for specific fics.
For Iris, I wanted her to take after Harry more strongly in personality. Yet being raised with Hermione she would have developed some of her traits like a love for reading. I wanted her to be funny, strong willed, curious and kind hearted. She is heavily influenced by another child I know who was wise beyond her years, and always asking questions.
In the story ‘Iris’ she’s younger, more confident, outgoing when comfortable. I’ll also say that I’ve been reading a lot of James and Lily/Marauders fanfic. I wanted her to have a bit of his parents in her too (in all their children really). I also think Harry would have been more outgoing and confident if he’d been raised by them. I also think she has a similar dry humor like her father.
When Iris gets older, she’s in those hard growing up years where you aren’t quite as confident in yourself, and anxiety usually flares up more. Hence why she makes some of the choices she makes in Found. She can be impulsive while also is often an overthinker like her Mum, which can make for a messy combination. See any event in canon when the kids should tell an adult and don’t. 
For Teddy, I’ve written him twice now. Or well three times (He’s around 9 in It Had To Be You). His age and circumstances have always influenced how I write him. In Maybe Tomorrow, he’s been an orphan, lost his grandmother and is raised by Harry and Hermione from a young age. He’s also a big brother and he’s the oldest I’ve written him at nearly 14. This all plays a huge part in his maturity level and how he reacts to circumstances. I think he is a mix of all five of his “parents.” He’s got that mischievous streak from Tonks, compassion from Remus, humor, boldness and some mannerisms from Harry, curiosity from Hermione, kindness from Andromeda. In Found and Iris he’s raised by his dad and grandmother, has had different life experiences, and has always been an only child which influences some of his jealousy of Iris (and reminder he’s younger too!)
Now for Jane and Ellie. A quote I loved writing was this one: “What are you talking about?” he asked, his eyebrows shooting up. “They're like your clones, Hermione. Have you heard Jane explain anything, or Ellie’s laugh?”
I think both girls, while looking a lot like Hermione, are a mix of both parents and also just themselves. 
Jane, ah I have such a soft spot for her. I wanted her to feel different then Iris even though they share some of the same qualities and physical characteristics. I also think her personality is affected by the events that happened prior to H/Hr arriving in that scenario. I wanted more of her personality to match Hermione with some of her eagerness to do well. She’s also a character I wanted to connect more to Lily Potter. So I passed on some of my Headcanons about her, to Jane. 
Like all their children she has a stubborn streak, but she’s a bit more eager to please then Iris or Ellie. I think of Hermione in third year being scared of failing at school. She is probably the most sensitive of their kids, which is why the events in the fic have such a profound influence. I’ve worked with a few kiddos dealing with separation anxiety and trauma, which also influence my portrayal of her. 
This was my favorite back and forth about Jane, and highlights the core ways she’s like Harry. 
“Janie. She does look like me a bit but there’s so much of you in her. Her eyes of course, but that’s not it. I—I think it’s in how she is at her core. She sees people—really sees them. There’s a kindness to her that reminds me of you.” 
He didn’t know what to say as she paused before smiling wider. “Also her knees.”
“Her knees?”
Hermione nodded. “Yes, I remember when I met you. You had such thin legs and knobby knees. You were small but with these long, graceful and skinny limbs. Jane’s built like you. Also the colour of your skin—like cream.”
“It sounds much better when you describe it. Not scrawny, pale child, with strangely long limbs.”
Ellie is just fully a three year old. Maddening, but adorable. She does what she wants, when she wants. I think a lot of kids that age do this. She is a force, like many in her family. Also, her silliness and giddiness, I see her getting from the Marauders DNA. She’s also a bit of a mirror for Hermione, who was likely also an intense kid, part of why she adores her, but also makes her the most batty (something I've had experience with myself). She is also the youngest (for now), which I think influences some of her behavior. And now my favorite quote about Ellie:
“Yes, but she’s got your smile. It pulls up at the side like yours does,” she countered. “Also rather fearless as well, and she’s quite strong willed.”
He shook his head. “That’s on you.” At her incredulous look, he relented. “Fine. Both of us.”
She fought with her smile. “Quite cheeky too. I think it’s a tie between her and Teddy for the lead on that—which is all your doing.”
Which I think is the most important thing of all, I can’t imagine any child of Harry’s not being at least the littlest bit cheeky! Also all of their children would have wild hair and be strong forces.
Alright, I’ve rambled enough. If you read through all of this nonsense, you are the best!
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wisepainterperson · 1 year
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I've been working diligently on this, I recently reread the Andromeda six visual novel and wanted to make a self insert fan fiction my goal is to get 100k words. It's different from the original plot of the game but has all the characters interacting with reader, traveler is mentioned in past tense. Please let me know what you think 🤔
Multidimensional babe (androme six fanfic)
you find yourself in the andromeda six crew by pure accident after your attempted murder. now trying to find a way back to your dimension will you even want to go back when its time to go home
https://www.quotev.com/story/15477278/Multidimensional-babe-androme-six-fanfic
https://archiveofourown.org/works/44374645
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