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softpascalito · 8 months

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Agent Ortega x Reader - Agents dont have favorites

Summary: Special Agent Ortega visits the Emerald Palace occasionally. Somehow, the woman tending to the horses is more intersting to him than those tending to the men. When he stays away for a while and things go south for her, he comes back to find something that he doesnt like.

aka its emotional but also they fuck.

Relationships: Agent Ortega x FemReader

WC: 2600

Tags/Warnings: Creator chose not to use Archive Warnings, The Sixth Gun, Agent Ortega x Reader, Implied/Refered Non-Con (Off-Screen, Time-Period typical), Hurt/Comfort, No use of y/n, Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Creampie, Prostitution, Vaginal Fingering, P in V Sex, yes i wrote p*rn about an unaired pilot ep from 2013 so what

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Notes: hello loves! what can i say, i saw a new pedro pascal cowboy character and i felt things.

here are said things written down.

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Agents don't have favorites. They breeze through Brimstone occasionally, their sole focus on their mission and occasionally getting down in the Emerald Palace after finishing said mission.

They can't afford to get attached, to care too deeply about someone. Especially not girls working in a brothel.

Agent Ortega has a favorite.

It had developed over time, starting when you had tended to the run-down stables behind the palace, feeding and cleaning the horses for their owners. The pay had barely been enough to afford the small room you shared with three other girls.

The Agent had never been charitable but he had taken to finding you during the evening chores and slipping you some money when he'd been in town, always claiming it was to make sure his horse got the best possible care. You had believed it for a while until you had noticed the way he looked at you. Still, he had never made any real advances towards you, unlike other men who simply could not understand that you were paid to take care of the horses and not their own needs.

But even with the occasional support from him, the money had run out and after another offer that promised the pay equal to a week's worth of feeding horses for two hours with a man- you had finally given in, telling yourself that it would only be this once, just to get by until payday.

It hadn't been once.

Instead, you have adapted to a new routine, returning to the bar after your chores and waiting for a man to approach, both dreading and waiting for one of those sleazy hookup lines that always led to the same thing. It has become routine, the way you agree on a price and then lead them upstairs. It has become routine to lock the door. It has become routine to try and scrub yourself clean afterwards. It never works.

Agent Ortega has not been in for the better half of a year. But when he steps into the parlor of the Emerald Palace, the memories immediately come back and he takes in the smell of whiskey, cheap perfume and dried cum. He uses one hand to open his jacket as he looks around, taking in the few familiar faces in the crowd, girls he has seen spread out on the sheets below him and that he has never thought of again.

You can see, from the way he walks, that he's here for pleasure and not business, a slight bounce in his step as he clearly considers his option, pondering if he should start with a whiskey to relax a bit. He's been in the stables already but he couldn't find you and assumed you'd left, remembering distantly how you'd told him on his last visit that you'd been trying to save up, trying to get out of Brimstone for good.

He didn't have the heart to tell you that it wouldn't get better in other towns.

They were all the same.

As he takes a few steps into the establishment, he smiles at the girls around him and winks at one, who instantly tries her luck and approaches him, running her hand over the front of his shirt. You can't hear what she says but it must be some variation of the hookup lines the men use because Ortega smirks for a moment, turning his head a little to the side.

And then he spots you.

The reaction is imminent as his face falls and he shakes the girl off, heading straight towards the corner that you're huddled in. Worry fills him as he gets closer and with every step, it gets worse as he notices your thin, hunched over form, eyes puffy and highlighted by the dark circles under them. The toll the last few months have taken on you is painfully visible, especially compared to the picture he had stored away in the back of his mind, that he had drawn up on lonely nights to keep him company.

He seems to be by your side in an instant, whispering your name as he kneels in front of you, gently reaching out to touch your leg as he gazes up at you. The look in your eyes scares him more than anything.

A sudden suspicion hits him then and you can tell by the way his eyes wander up and down your body, taking in the tight dress you're wearing, that he knows. He knows what has changed.

You try and avoid looking at him, lowering your eyes, too afraid of what you'll find in his gaze. It doesn't make sense, technically. After all, you had to watch him walk up the wooden stairs with a bunch of different girls, trying to ignore the pang of jealousy you felt each time it happened.

“You're not-” He starts softly, his voice gentle and you shake your head quickly:” Please don't. Don't make me say it.” You beg silently, feeling the tears rising in your eyes.

He shifts slightly, leaning a little lower to look at you and his face hardens a bit. He is painfully aware that this is not the place to discuss this.

“How much?” He simply asks and at that you finally look up, slightly shocked at the sudden implication:” What?” Your voice sounds breathless and a small tear rolls down your cheek. He has to try his hardest to not reach out and wipe it away. Not yet, at least.

“How much? For the night?”

You stutter the price, eyes still wide as you look down at him:” But I don't want-”

This time it's he who cuts you off and gently reaches for your hand, tugging until you get up and follow his lead.

As you ascend the stairs, the steps of your routine start taking over. You try to push your emotions away, focusing on everything but. The sounds from the kitchen below, the wooden stairs creaking slightly under the Agent's steps, the way your hand still rests in his.

He steers you into a room gently. By the time the door closes behind you, your brain is in full autopilot. You turn the lock with a swift motion, the sound immediately making your body slump slightly, like it too has memorized what's about to happen.

Your hands are already on his belt when his own hands join them and for a moment you distantly wonder if he is the type who can't wait, who is always too eager- and then, in a gentle motion, he wraps his finger around yours, keeping them safely in his grip as he lowers his arms. When you look up at him, the only thing you can find in his soft, brown eyes is fear. Fear over what had happened while he had been gone. There is a hint of anger too, but you immediately understand that it is not directed towards you.

Agent Ortega looks sad. And it breaks your heart, knowing that you're the sole reason for it.

“You don't have to do that. Not with me.” He says quietly, his voice shaking slightly as he lightly moves his thumb over your fingers, caressing them. His gaze remains on you and after a moment of silence he speaks again:” Life hasn't been treating you well, has it?”

That's all it takes for you to crumble and suddenly, the autopilot is off, the routine you have perfected broken and you all but throw yourself into his arms as the tears spill out of your eyes, small sobs shaking your body and you escape the grip of his hands to wrap your arms around him. He pulls you in.

“I should've been there.” He mumbles silently, burying his nose in your hair as he brings one hand up to stroke it, tangling his fingers between the strands. It takes a while until you manage to catch your breath, using the back of your hand to wipe the last tears off your cheeks:” I should get back.”

Your voice is shaking and it's a whisper- but his reaction is not lessened by it. His brows furrow slightly and he decidedly shakes his head:” Absolutely not. Besides, I told you I'd pay for the night.”

“But you just said we didn't have to- '' You try to protest but he doesn't budge:” I know what I said. I'm paying for the night regardless. In fact, let me pay you for the whole week.”

After a moment, he adds, a little more quietly:” I don't want them touching you again.”

You look at him for a moment, your gaze wandering from his eyes down to his lips and a few seconds later, you're kissing him like your life depends on it. You press your body against his and for the first time in your life, you are trembling out of desire instead of fear.

You both lose yourself in the kiss for a moment and he takes a few steps back without your lips breaking contact until the back of his knees hit the bed and he sits down, pulling you with him so that you're sitting on his lap, your dress riding up slightly as you spread your legs.

After a few more seconds, his lips leave yours and he studies your face as he catches his breath:”Are you sure about this? I'll pay you no matter what.”

You shake your head softly and finally, a small smile appears on your lips:” I'm sure. I- Please, believe me.”

The internal conflict plays out on his face for you to witness. He doesn't want to hurt you, doesn't want to be like those men, doesn't want to take advantage. But something about the way you look at him tells him that you're telling the truth:” Okay.” He mumbles and his hand brushes over your cheek before wandering down your neck and then down your body as he leans forward again, placing little trails of kisses all over your face.

His lips are softer than you expected and you shiver as his mustache tickles at your skin when he places a kiss on your nose and then on each of your eyelids.

A strong hand settles at your back for support as you feel the other one slowly inching up your thigh under your dress, drawing an impatient noise from you as he takes his time. Eventually, the tips of his fingers find the thin cotton panties you're wearing and, in a stark contrast to the slow movements from before, he suddenly speeds up, pulling them towards himself and ripping them off your body.

You gasp slightly, opening your mouth to protest as he chuckles lowly:” I'll buy you new ones, sugar.”

His rough finger finds the soft skin between your legs, running over your folds and circling around them for a few moments before slowly pushing in, parting your wet heat for him. He watches you closely, the way your breath hitches in your throat when he curls his hand just the right way, paying attention to your reactions to make his mental notes.

He adds a second finger, slowly moving them in and out until your breathing is ragged and you lean into him, whimpering as your breasts almost spill out of your dress. The hand that has been supporting your back gently finds the front of your dress and pushes it down until it pools around your middle, revealing your bare breasts to him and he squeezed them slightly while still moving his other hand in and out of you, sucking in a breath at the way you clench around him:” You're perfect, you know that?”

Your own impatient hands soon find his shirt, pulling open the buttons and pushing it open so that his bare chest is exposed. His badge falls to the floor but neither of you can bring yourself to care.

Eagerly, you trace a finger down his belly, following the small trail of hair that leads into his pants until you find his already half open belt. This time, neither of you stop as you fumble until it springs open and you can already see how tight his pants are under your touch.

When you pull it out, his cock is already hard and leaking and you stroke it a few times, marveling at the way the foreskin ripples back and forth with your movements. The dark hair at the base tickles your hand and you bring your other hand down to squeeze his balls slightly, drawing a breathless moan from the Agent's lips.

After a few moments, he pulls his fingers out of you, which has you whining at the loss but then you feel his hands flying to your hips and he lifts you up easily, pushing your dress the rest of the way up before slowly lowering you onto his cock.

You let out a high-pitched whine as you feel him filling you, thick and hard and you silently thank him for preparing you with his fingers.

“It's okay, I got you.” He mumbles, whispering soft praise into your ear until he's all the way inside of you, your bodies flush against each other. You hear him take a breath, clearly forcing himself to hold back and you nudge him softly, silently letting him know that he can move.

He does and the slight discomfort gives way to pleasure as he slowly buries himself in your heat again and again. It feels so different - He feels so different - from all the men you've been with that it makes you want to cry with the revelation.

“You okay?” He mumbles again and you nod, placing your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself as you beg:” Harder, please.”

Agent Ortega silently obeys, changing his angle so that he is hitting your cervix with each thrust and you almost yell at the glorious feeling that starts forming in your stomach as your fingers dig into his skin.

“Come on, darlin. Come for me. Just for me .”

You whimper as your climax hits you seemingly out of nowhere and you can hear him curse under his breath as he quickly tries to pull out of you.

“Please don't-” You whimper silently and he looks at you, face somewhere between pleasure and surprise before he gives in, letting your muscles draw him back inside as you clench down on him, drawing out both your orgasms.

He looks down and moans your name at the sight of his seed spilling out of you and running down the base of his cock, that is slowly starting to soften inside of you.

Later, after he has cleaned you up, you are in his arms, your naked limbs entangled in between the sheets. He is stroking your hair slowly, occasionally leaning down to give in to the sweet promise of another kiss.

“Maybe I should take you with me. Back to Santa Fe.” He mumbles and you sigh softly, pressing your hand against his chest:” And why would you do that?”

He stays quiet. When you realize that there is no response coming, you raise your head a bit, glancing up at his face. His eyes are soft as he looks at you in a way you don't think anyone else ever has.

You answer your own question.

“ You care about me .”

He gives the tiniest of nods, smiling a little as he leans down and kisses your forehead softly.

”Get some sleep. I'll be here in the morning.”

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notes: thank you for reading! feel free to leave me a comment if you want more agent ortega or if you want to give some feedback. love you all <3

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spnangelbang · 9 months

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doors unlocked and open

Author: sidewinder (@hawkland) Artist: fluffsnake (@fluffsnake) Rating: Teen and Up Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Featured characters: Castiel, Dean Winchester, The Empty, Jack Kline, Benjamin, Meg Masters, Chuck Shurley, Death Featured relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel & Jack Kline, Castiel & Meg Masters, Dean Winchester & Death Length: 12,000 words Tags: Post-Episode: s01e13 Hey That's No Way to Say Goodbye, Episode Fix-It: s15e20 Carry On, Post-Canon Fix-It, First Kiss, Jack Kline as God, The Empty just wants a nap, Non-Linear Narrative

Summary: While Jack is now God, revamping Heaven for the human souls under his care, Cas has become the new ruler and embodiment of the Empty. He is content with this fate until Jack brings upsetting news: Dean has passed away unexpectedly.

And Dean is not finding peace, not even in Jack’s improved afterlife.

Instead, Dean has discovered a way to traverse the Axis Mundi to visit other universes, alternative Earths, and has been meddling in their fates. Dean tells Jack that it’s because he’s looking for his “family,” but Jack feels he’s really just looking for one individual: Castiel.

Castiel must confront Dean and the consequences of his confession, or else Jack may need to take corrective actions. But will their reunion be enough to bring Dean peace? Or is there still some greater destiny the hunter must fulfill, even in death…

Or perhaps, through death itself.

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#spnangelbang #spnangelbang masterpost #destiel fic #destiel art #author: sidewinder #artist: fluffsnake

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onwhatcaptain · 2 months

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hello I am doing such a bad job at sharing occasional chapter previews from my k/s novel consistently so here's one from last week

“I beg your pardon, Doctor?” “At Spock’s wedding,” he says. “You weren’t there. Matter of fact, you weren’t there for decades. So what if my mind, my grief is loud? Maybe yours should be louder. I was there for him and as a matter of fact, it smarts like hell and I’ll be damned if I apologize for that.” “You speak of things you do not understand, Doctor,” Sarek says with considerable acid. “I suggest you hold your tongue.” And now he’s in too deep to back out. He’s embarrassing himself and he doesn’t care. “Do I? Is that condescension because I’m the species you couldn’t stand your son being half?”

If you want to know why McCoy is arguing with Sarek, my fic "I Shall Do Neither" is here at AO3. <3

I Shall Do Neither (102548 words) by onwhatcaptain Chapters: 18/26 Fandom: Star Trek: The Original Series, Star Trek Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: James T. Kirk/Spock, James T. Kirk & Leonard "Bones" McCoy & Spock Characters: James T. Kirk, Spock (Star Trek), Leonard "Bones" McCoy Additional Tags: Romance, Angst, Heavy Angst, Loss of Control, Psychological Trauma, Mutual Pining, Five Year Mission (Star Trek), Episode: s02e05 Amok Time, Post-Episode: s02e05 Amok Time, Pon Farr, Pon Farr Aftermath (Star Trek), Unresolved Sexual Tension, Friendship, Grief, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide Attempt, Sexual Tension, Sexual Content, Unreliable Narrator, Vulcan Biology, Tarsus IV (Star Trek), Vulcan Mind Melds, Non-Linear Narrative, Storytelling Through Vignettes, Missing Scenes Between Episodes, Plot, Cover Art, Canon Divergence, Digital Art, Illustrations, In spite of the description Kirk features heavily in this novel Summary: In the wake of the kal-if-fee on Vulcan, Kirk is dead. When T’Pau tells Spock to live long and prosper, he knows he shall do neither. This is a story about men who love each other, and the lengths they will go to for one another. - Foolish, he thinks. I have been a fool. How he had wanted so desperately to prove his Vulcan side. How all his life it had felt like a performance, and yet, to be finally subject to the most Vulcan thing of all destroyed him. The stripping of logic. All sense torn from him. His carefully constructed barriers had collapsed like a flimsy house of cards. To be granted his wish this way was a type of mockery. How he had wanted to be fully Vulcan. To prove that the blood which runs through his veins was not so human. How wanting had been better than having. - This story is told in two parts across 25 chapters, and will be updated on Sundays.

#I hope people don't mind me posting about and sharing my fic #I worked really hard on this fic so it is my baby #Moving on to other projects after this will be amazing but this novel will always hold a special place in my heart #spirk #spirk fic rec #kirk x spock #star trek #star trek tos #leonard bones mccoy #sarek #I probably won't preview the later chapters for spoiler reasons

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yourlocallygrowngay · 15 days

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Pearl in Unworthy Hands

(3268 words) by yourlocallygrowngay

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Red Dead Redemption (Video Games)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Molly O'Shea/Reader, Molly O' Shea/female reader

Characters: Molly O'Shea, Dutch van der Linde, Uncle (Red Dead Redemption), Reader

Additional Tags: molly x female reader, angst (obviously. have you played the game), also very much fluff, my girl gets spoiled, as she should, never enough lesbians, molly leave that old creep, molly gets stolen away from dutch, by someone who truly loves her, Kissing and making out, Drunken Kissing, molly discovered the wonderful world of kissing women, Lesbian awakening, or bi awakening (see it however you want), reader is strong, and kinda butch, but i left her vague so you can project on her

Summary:

Sick and tired of seeing Molly being mistreated by Dutch, reader decides to take matters into her own hands, much to Dutch's dismay.

Beta reading, title and prompt by @red-dead-bisexual. Thank you sm for your contribution!

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There was just something so enchanting about Miss O’ Shea. Nobody else at camp seemed to attract your interest in the same way. You sneaked glances at her, lying in your cot in the humid mornings, one eye open to watch her lace up her boots, brush her gorgeous red locks and put on her favorite necklace. She was the boss’s prize, an untouchable jewel, much like the ruby nestled in gold above her chest. And yet, Dutch Van der Linde didn’t see it that way. Not anymore: they fought every day, multiple times a day, and he refused to listen to her pleas.

“Dutch, I just want to help you!” she cried, exasperated. Her eyes were glazed and widened, trying to get his attention. But he didn’t see her.

“You want to help? Then JUST. BE. QUIET!” the leader’s harsh words cut deep through her. You could see it by the way she let her expression fall, tears silently streaming down her freckled cheeks.

You watched, boiling with rage as he stormed off, leaving Molly sitting in their tent, head in her hands. You wanted to make her feel better, because she didn’t deserve this. Such a beautiful, sweet young woman should be revered, the ground she walks on worshipped, her body and emotions treated with utmost care and gentleness. You resented Dutch deeply for subjecting her to this treatment. It’s true, that was a rather stressful period, having to move once again to escape the Pinkertons, still breathing down the gang’s neck. But that didn’t justify his behavior at all.

To make things worse, the other girls didn’t seem to like Miss O’ Shea very much, always talking behind her back and turning her away when she tried to vent to them. Apparently, she was “a society lady now, too high and mighty for the likes of us”. You didn’t care. If given the chance, you would’ve given Molly everything she wanted, at the cost of stealing from the President or die trying. You were completely, utterly in love with her.

But you were a woman. A poor one, at that. You could not, in fact, give Molly what she wanted. And yet, a small yet stubborn part of you kept trying to get her to see you. Maybe… just maybe, she could accept the comfort you’re willing to give her.

One evening, you gathered up your courage and walked up to her. She was standing alone on the pier, watching the lake. She rubbed her arms and shoulders, freezing in the chilly evening breeze, her shawl not doing much to shelter her from the cold. Everyone else was around the campfire warming up with a drink, or in their cots fast asleep.

You approached from behind, clearing your voice avoid frightening her, placing your warm coat on her shoulders. She turned towards you in surprise. She looked otherworldly bathed in the moonlight, her braid and the strands that framed her face painted silver.

She smiled warmly. “Thank you.” You blushed softly, thanking your lucky stars that it was too dark to notice.

“Don’t mention it, Miss O’ Shea.”

“Ugh” she rolled her eyes. “I’m so sick of being Miss O’ Shea to you all. Please, call me Molly.”

You loved hearing her speak, her thick Irish accent music to your ears. Her voice was just as lovely as she was, deep and velvety, and you wished you heard more of it. You granted her wish, making her feel at your same level as she visibly relaxed her shoulders and her features, her lips curling into a coy smile.

“So, Molly, what are you doing all alone in the cold?” you asked, watching the stillness of the lake. The other woman sighed, moving her gaze to the water as well.

“I’m not wanted there.” She stated coldly. You could see her stiffening up again under your coat, putting on a mask to hide her hurt feelings. You could see right through her. You had observed her mask slipping on and then off, depending on who she’s with. More often than not, Molly kept the act up to appear strong and unbothered. But the recent problems with Dutch had weakened her spirit, and you caught her looking sad more often than you’d like.

Unfortunately, that was true. People didn’t like her at camp. They all kept their distance, be it for her demeanor, or the fact that she was Dutch’s. Maybe she didn’t see it, but Dutch was so possessive that the men preferred to stay away from her, not wanting one look or word directed at her to be misinterpreted.

“I’d want you there.” You replied before even realizing what you said. Molly turned to look at you, puzzled. What could possibly make you want to hang out with her? She wanted to know why.

“It’s not fair that you’re always by yourself.” That was the best you could come up without admitting you liked her. Molly nodded knowingly, a bitter smile on her lips.

“So it’s pity, then.” something in your words confirmed her suspicions: you just felt bad for her. Oh, look everyone! Look at poor Miss O’ Shea, all alone and miserable! That’s what she deserves, for pushing everyone away! The recent events had chipped away at her self-esteem, so much so that she was completely blind to appreciation. Everyone disliked her, so that must have meant she was the problem.

You raised your hands, rushing to correct her. “O-of course not! Miss… I mean, Molly, I just wanted to spend some time with you. That’s all!” Fuck. This wasn’t going very well. You hanged your head, anticipating her telling you to leave.

But she didn’t. Instead, she crossed her arms, looking at you with one tilted eyebrow.

“I mean, who wouldn’t want to be with you?”

“Dutch, apparently.” She surprised herself with her own words. It was like she could no longer control what came out of her mouth. She turned back to the moonlit lake, her voice unsteady. “He doesn’t love me anymore. Maybe he never did.”

As Molly cried softly, you stood there with an aching heart. It was painful, seeing the woman you loved suffering, but it was even more painful to see her in this state because of a man. You wrapped her in your arms, half expecting her to throw you off the pier. Instead, she hugged you tight, clinging desperately to you as her tears kept falling, wetting your shirt. She nestled her head in the crook of your neck as you rubbed her back, trying to relieve her pain for a brief moment. You heart was racing, and you thought it might’ve exploded. She was so close you could smell her perfume, a sweet, flowery scent that suited her so well. You closed your eyes, taking in the moment, memorizing it for the tougher times, when you were away from her.

You two slowly separated after what seemed like ages. Her makeup was ruined, charcoal and eyeshadow melted on her cheeks, but you still found her as lovely as she always was.

She coyly thanked you and rushed away to her tent, wiping the color off her face. You stood there, watching her go, seemingly unable to move. A gust of wind made you tremble, but your coat was still on her shoulders.

Molly came up to you the next afternoon, as you were trying to untangle the fishing line of Kieran’s fishing pole, muttering all sorts of swear words. She timidly greeted you and handed you the coat, her cheeks slightly flushed.

You dropped what you were doing so fast when you saw her. That day she was particularly gorgeous: her hair was all done up into meticulous curls that cascaded onto her shoulders and her green corset blouse hugged her body perfectly, giving you some nasty thoughts you hastily tried to shake off. That was not the time to think about Miss O’ Shea, that pretty green blouse on the floor of the tent, mapping the freckles on her body with your fingers…

“Hey, are you still there?” she waved a hand in front of your face, bringing you back to reality.

“Sorry. What were you saying?”

She clasped her hands behind her back, a hint of a smile on her red lips. She wanted to thank you for last night, for… keeping her warm.

You fondly remembered your hug. “It was my pleasure. How are you doing today?”

That familiar sadness briefly returned in her green eyes. “A bit better. I think… no, it’s not right for me to ask” she waved off her idea, beginning to walk away. You gently grabbed her arm and invited her to tell you what she meant.

“Please, tell me. If it’s something I can do, I’ll gladly do it.” you smiled reassuringly and Molly looked down, biting her lip in hesitation.

“Would you… maybe… take me to Rhodes?” She explained that she was tired of being confined at camp and would appreciate a change of scenery. “I know it’s a lot to ask, you’re always so busy…” she looked down at the messy tangle of fishing poles on the sand.

“I can always ask Uncle to do it. Wouldn’t hurt him to work for a change!” you exclaimed, in his direction. He jolted awake from his alcoholic slumber and glared at you. You picked up the tangled mess and threw it at him, then beckoned Molly to follow you.

“Hey, you’re the new one! It’s you job!” Uncle tried to protest, but you and Molly were already approaching your horse, a white Roan Nokota named Cloud, ready to take off.

“Hi, sweet girl!” you greeted her, giving her a snack and petting her long neck. Molly watched intently, admittedly jealous of the treatment the horse was receiving. Oh, how she wished for you to call her that…

‘Don’t be ridiculous now, Molly. She will never see you that way’, she reminded herself, her smile disappearing into her thoughts.

“Here, let me help you get on” you offered, carefully picking her up and hoisting her onto Cloud’s back. Then you climbed in the saddle and took the reins, guiding the horse to the dirt road leading out of Clemens Point.

You rode silently for a while. Molly was too busy feeling flustered, thinking about her secret crush sweeping her off her feet with ease, a moment she kept replaying inside her head. She stared at your broad back, at the exposed, toned arms coming out of the rolled-up sleeves, and daydreamt of being lifted and tenderly kissed by the strong woman who came to her rescue when everyone else abandoned her. She imagined your soft lips on hers, smudging her lipstick, getting it on yours too and making such a mess, and she didn’t care. She dreamt of you retiring to your tent, undressing each other, getting so close you could hardly breathe, the mere thought already making her breathless.

“Are you okay back there?” you yelled, spurring the horse on. Yeah, she was more than okay. She’d never been that okay in her life. This felt like an adventure, like a well needed distraction, like… the start of a new chapter, maybe.

A few minutes later you both arrived in Rhodes. It wasn’t the best place to hang out, but it was the only city that was close to camp. Besides, you didn’t need a fancy place to have fun. You were determined to make Molly have a great day.

You helped her down and she kept her hand in yours, refusing to let go and lacing her fingers with yours. You asked where she wanted to go first.

“Mh…” she thought, swaying your joined hands back and forth and smiling like a child inside a candy shop. “Let’s go to the general store, maybe they have clothes there!”

Molly tried on so many skirts, blouses, vests and accessories and wanted your opinion on each and every one of them. You obviously told her she looked amazing in everything, and she twirled to show off her skirts, laughing, and you giggled at her unbridled joy. You could get used to this, you thought to yourself. Seeing her this happy was like a wholesome balm for your heart.

Her white ankle boots were becoming red from all the dirt, but she didn’t care, because she was with you. And you were away from camp, away from all the worries and frustrations. She was having so much fun, way more than she ever had with Dutch. He always spewed senseless poetry and sappy compliments at her, only ever concerning her looks. They all felt like recycled phrases he used to woo the ladies. But you didn’t, no: when you complimented her you were direct and genuine, and you saw her as a person.

Molly admired you as you browsed the weapons at the gunsmith, emptying the chambers and examining the quality of the materials. She thought you looked so attractive brandishing shotguns and revolvers like a natural gunslinger, and she knew you would gladly use them to protect her. She felt so safe with you by her side, and so grateful you decided to take her with you.

The saloon was you last stop. You ordered food and drinks and talked for hours as you indulged, sitting at the counter, feeling like the only people there. You downed your third shot, hoping to get the courage to reveal your feeling to her, but the words would not come out. You just settled on enjoying the moment with your dear Molly, savoring these last few moments of freedom with her.

You were both getting quite drunk, losing your restraints and getting closer to each other, both physically and emotionally.

“You know, I don’t even love Dutch anymore…” she slurred, throwing the shot glass behind her back. You laughed at the smashing glass and nodded exaggeratedly at her words.

“Fuck Dutch Van der Linde!” you yelled, raising your now empty bottle of beer. You two began chanting this phrase like a mantra until you could no longer speak, the hilarity getting to you and making your stomachs hurt.

“Okay, that’s enough for you two” the bartended warned, shooing the both of you away from the counter.

“Fine, Mister, we’re taking off!” you screamed way too loudly, making him wince.

“Yeah, thank you for the fine night, kind sir!” Molly added, grabbing your arm and dragging you out of the saloon.

“Hey! That’s the wrong-“the words died in the bartender’s mouth as you opened the back door. At least you were out of his hair for the night.

“Ugh, I don’t want to go back” Molly confessed, slumping against the wall, following the last carriages leaving town with her eyes, gaze filled with melancholy.

“Me neither. I wish this day would never end” you sighed, the booze making you way too honest.

“Let’s just stay here for a bit.” She took your hands and pulled you close to her so that you were pushing her against the wall of the Parlor House.

“What are you doing?” you asked, incredulous as she placed your hands around her waist and hers around your neck. You faces were so close all you could do was whisper, your voice trembling as your heart raced in realization.

“I want you to kiss me, miss” the redhead pleaded, looking up into your eyes with an angelic expression. There was something else behind those jade eyes: sadness, desire, maybe a little bit of shame. But not an ounce of guilt.

“We’re not supposed t-” you protested, but you shut your eyes and you could feel Molly’s breath on your lips and her breasts rest against yours. Suddenly, it didn’t feel so wrong. How could it be? You were about to kiss the person you loved. Were you so stupid to let the fact that she was a woman stop you?

‘Not a chance’, you thought. Next thing you knew, you were leaning into the kiss, letting yourself go and savoring her over and over again, until you were tasting everything, from the whisky she drank to the lipstick she wore, now smeared on both your open mouths as you desperately made out, an invisible force keeping you glued to each other until you could no longer breathe and regretfully had to pull yourselves apart. Enough time to get some air in your lungs and you were already all over each other again, Molly’s hair in you mouth and your tongue in hers, your desire growing more and more as she emitted little moans of delight, totally lost in a pleasure the likes of which she never experienced before. It was nothing like kissing a man. No, this was better! You were softer, and you tasted amazing, and your grip didn’t bruise her hips. Her mind was opening to a world of new possibilities, and she wanted you to guide her through it.

“We should go… Dutch will be worried” you exhaled, breathless, and Molly’s disappointed gaze drove a knife through your heart. It hurt you to stop, too, but you couldn’t stay there all night. You couldn’t give her what she wanted in the back of Rhodes Parlor House. You wanted to do things right by her.

“We’ll go out again. I promise” you lifted her face upwards to gaze into her eyes and caressed her cheek. She smiled sadly and nodded. “You promised. I will remember you did.”

You got on Cloud and she took the both of you home. The trip was silent, but hopeful. You two had each other now. It was going to be difficult and painful, but you were ready to do it all for Molly O’ Shea, and she felt the same. Before you rode back into camp, Molly helped you wipe her lipstick off your face with a handkerchief and you walked the rest of the way to make as little noise as possible, sneaking in more kisses while you were in the thick of the brush, already dreading having to sleep apart. You both greeted Lenny as you came in and Molly rushed to bed while you hitched Cloud up.

As you walked to your cot, you saw Dutch standing in front of their tent, glaring and following you with his eyes. You approached him, the rest of the alcohol left in your body giving you the guts to face him.

“Good evening, boss!”

Dutch blinked a few times, incredulous. “First of all, it’s the middle of the night” he growled. “Secondly, what were you thinking, bringing Miss O’ Shea out of camp?”

“She needed a day out, Dutch. I don’t know if you noticed, but she’s been miserable here.” You chose not to hide the passive-aggressiveness in your tone. You had enough of this fool.

“She could’ve gotten hurt!” Not that he cared. This was his way of telling you to back off from his property.

“I was there, and I was armed.” you replied sternly, gripping at your gun belt.

Dutch sighed and turned to see Molly sleeping peacefully in her cot, a big smile on her face. Then turned around and shot you a venomous look. “Don’t you dare tell me what she needs. That does not concern you, miss.”

“It will, if you keep neglecting her like that.” you replied, threatening him back. You walked away while that pathetic man stood there, seething in anger and storming off like a moody toddler. Now he had competition and, oh boy. He did not like it.

#molly o' shea x reader #molly o'shea #rdr2 #rdr2 fanfic #molly o' shea x female reader #f/f fanfic #molly lovers rejoice #stealing my girl #i wanna see her thriving i love her sm #my beautiful wife #check this out on a03 too if you liked it #appreciate all the interactions on there #and on here of course #ao3 fanfic #ao3 link #ao3 writer #rdr2 fandom #rdr2 community

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I have a new Hatchetfield concept that I’ve made into a fanfiction. You know that old theory that all Hatchetfield characters who are played by the same actor are related? Well I was thinking… what if that extended to the Lords in Black? Enter the Godchildren, human beings who were placed under the specific protection of a Lord (or Webby) at birth, including Paul Matthews, Emma Perkins, General John MacNamara and yes, even Miss Holloway. I’ve started the fic, and it’s only on the first chapter so far but there’s seven in total (introduction and one for each god). Enjoy it:

The Godchildren (175 words) by Marvelmaniac715 Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hatchetfield Universe - Team StarKid Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Paul Matthews/Emma Perkins, Stephanie Lauter/Peter Spankoffski | Hot Chocolate Boy Characters: Pokey | Pokotho, Wiggly | Wiggog Y’rath, Tinky | T'noy Karaxis, Blinky | Bliklotep, Nibbly | Nibblenephim, Paul Matthews, Emma Perkins, Ruth Fleming, Stephanie Lauter, Peter Spankoffski | Hot Chocolate Boy, Hannah Foster, Linda Monroe, Roman Murray, Richie Lipschitz, Max Jägerman, Alice Woodward, Bill Woodward Additional Tags: lords in black - Freeform, Headcanon, Crack Treated Seriously Summary: You know the theory about how all Hatchetfield characters played by the same character are related? Well, what if that applied to all of the characters? Yes, in this universe, the Lords in Black have their favourites, their godchildren so to speak, all pledged under their care by their mothers, either because the parents worshipped them or out of sheer desperation to save the lives of their children. These are the children’s stories…

#team starkid #starkid #hatchetfield #lords in black #head canon #fanfiction

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Yin Yu Appreciation Week; Event Rules and Guidelines

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fic rec list!

been seeing a lot of these today and it got me thinking about making my own :o tumblr urls added whenever possible if you happen to know an author's tumblr url that didn't get listed, pls rb this and @ them! i'm not trying to keep my recs or praise any kind of secret from them :')

keep your hands on me by LathboraViran (cullen/solas; rated E; no archive warnings apply)

author summary: Cullen is bad at card games, and Varric doesn't always play for coin. The cost of a lost game of Diamondback? Cullen has to kiss Solas. It goes both better and worse than he had expected.

my notes: i really loved this - both cullen and solas are written incredibly well. it's hot, nuanced, and feels so true to both of them and how they could come together meaningfully

With the Tide by desiredemon (jazzmckay) ( @jazzmckay ) (fenris/m!hawke; rated T; no archive warnings apply)

author summary: In the wake of their final fight for Kirkwall, Hawke and his friends escape the city together. They've been through an ordeal, the future is uncertain, and emotions are still running high--in the aftermath, the dust settles.

my notes: jazz is an extraordinary writer and they managed to get everyone's voices down so, so well. this is a compelling look at what happens after the events of da2, with all the inherent complexity intact

Power, Intrigue, Danger, and Sex by Hezjena (andruil/fen'harel/ghilan'nain; rated E; no archive warnings apply)

author summary: When Solas later recalled the evening, he liked to imagine it was the result of careful manipulation, a triumph of his skilled diplomacy and a delicious trickery where he allowed himself to be underestimated… rather than the result of too much ice wine and morbid curiosity. *** That time Solas accidentally-on-purpose has a threesome with Andruil and Ghilan’nain in Ancient Elvhenan.

my notes: okay, i am head over heels with how everyone is written here. solas' characterization is perfect, and both andruil and ghilan'nain are utterly fascinating - as individuals, in their dynamic with each other, and in the way they interact with solas in this. it's hot and messy, mind the tags, and a wonderful examination of arlathan's culture

let me wrap my teeth around the world by wizardlover ( @wizardfvcker ) (solas/varric; rated E; no archive warnings apply)

author summary: “Aren’t we friends, Solas?”

This seems to startle him enough that he turns to look at Varric. In the dimness of the tent his eyes reflect the light from the fire outside, like a wild animal.

“I would call us that, yes."

“Then won’t you share whatever burden is pressing you down with me? That’s what friends are for, you know.”

“Not this one." Varric sighs.

“Come on, Chuckles. I’ll get back out there and get the Inquisitor to spill it, but it seems like a waste when I’m already here.”

Solas is quiet for a long moment—he has shifted around again, so Varric can only see the rise and fall of his back as he breathes, carefully controlled.

“I am… compromised,” he says. Varric waits. “That damned plant, combined with an errant spell—I have… urges. And I can’t—it is—” He cuts himself off, frustrated, and isn’t that a wonder, Solas out of words? And then,

“Urges?” Varric stifles a laugh. “Do you mean—”

“You know what I mean, dwarf,” Solas hisses, and Varric realizes that his neck is red and the tips of his ears have gone pink, and that the air in the tent is warm and stuffy and a little heady, all of a sudden. He clears his throat.

my notes: i am, of course, always so thirsty for solas/varric content - the world needs more of it - but also this particular fic is delightful. i love the writing, particularly the way varric describes solas' behavior and staring - i've come back to read this multiple times because it's just... really, really good. also hot!

The Switch by playwithdinos ( @playwithdinos / @dinoswrites ) (f!lavellan/solas; rated E; creator chose not to use archive warnings)

author summary: Lavellan usually lets Solas take charge when they're alone, but she's back from slaying the Fereldan Frostback and she's not in the mood to bow to anyone.

Fill for this kink meme prompt: http://dragonage-kink.livejournal.com/13696.html?thread=53207680

my notes: love this one soooo much - lavellan is fascinating here and the way she takes charge is delightful, i particularly enjoyed how it began so much earlier than in the bedroom - and solas is written so well, love his characterization here. it's very hot and another i've definitely come back to

That Time of the Month by bluebeholder ( @wanderingnork ) (f!adaar/solas; rated E; no archive warnings apply)

author summary: Kubide gets her period. Solas offers a suggestion for how they might have some fun.

They're going to have to burn the sheets when they're done.

my notes: love this one so much - every line is just rife with characterization and depth, absolutely love the way kubide conducts herself and her reactions throughout, the physical descriptions are wonderfully done, and overall it's super hot and makes their feelings for each other incredibly clear.

In the Blue Morning by rosieofcorona ( @rosieofcorona ) (f!lavellan/solas; rated G; author chose not to use archive warnings)

author summary: He wants to stay like this forever, wants the sun to forget to rise, wants the castle to sleep and sleep in an endless dream.

But the light keeps coming, every moment. The castle will wake, and they will see.

And this will cost them, in the end.

my notes: this was such a delight when i first read it, and still such a delight when i just reread it now ;o; the way everything is described is really beautiful, and the balance between them, the juicy foreshadowing, everything, it's so good. a soft moment that acknowledges what is to come

Master and Apprentice by ar_lath_vhenan ( @arlathvhenan ) (f!lavellan/solas; rated T; no archive warnings apply)

author summary: He was playing with her then, just as she had played with him only moments ago. He’d seen through her thinly veiled flirtations—her shameless assault on his composure—and finally settled on a counter offensive now that he possessed the upper hand. The tricky bastard. — In which Solas teaches Lavellan to paint

my notes: i really, really enjoy this fic - the intimacy alongside the uncertainty is wonderfully complex, and the descriptive language for how they manuever around/with each other has never failed to impress me. love this lavellan too <3

#fic recs #dragon age fic recs #i have more i could add but this post is already quite long lmao #might do this again tho! it was nice revisiting fic i rly enjoyed :')

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aeor-is-for-reccing · 1 year

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Shadowgast Recs: Scourger AUs

This week we have an even dozen recs for a darker type of shadowgast - Scourger/Evil AUs!

ties that bind by wytch-lyghts (72058, Explicit) Warnings: None Mutual manipulation as both play for the upper hand, until the slow shifting of allegiances. Reccer says: It’s a great series of fics that pose interesting questions of loyalty and who holds the leash. Very enjoyable!

Birds of Prey by Mlle Kurtz (91852, Explicit) Warnings: Marked as a mix of no warnings and creator choose not to apply warnings, so definitely read the tags on each fic A series of Bren/Essek fics as they come together and fall apart, exploring trust, dependency, and delicious questions of morality. Reccer says: This is such a detailed look at an alternative set of circumstances with nuance and incredible characterisation. The writing is gorgeous, the sex is hot, and it’s worth a read!

Bound in Anticipation by AmerValk (24426, Explicit) Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Graphic Depictions of Violence, it's very dark, not really a happy ending Bren is a Volstrucker and becomes Essek's captor. Essen tries to handle the situation while Bren toys with him. Reccer says: It's a really intriguing dynamic between Bren and Essek.

darkness, walk with me by magisterpavus (18856, Explicit) Warnings: graphic depictions of violence - more specifically, torture by magic. not between caleb or essek essek is a prisoner of scourger!bren and agrees to share knowledge in exchange for bren's body/company. a little bit of torture, a lot of bratting and edging. Reccer says: i ADORE their dynamic in this and how sharp both of their minds are. they're intelligent, dangerous, and sexy, and they have the most unhealthy dynamic. 10/10 no notes

A Secret Only to Condemn by hanap (10812, Explicit) Warnings: under-negotiated kink, angst, unhappy ending Bren and Essek end their arrangement, but not before having sex one last time. Reccer says: Do you like sadness and people who have done horrible things having feelings for one another that they would never speak aloud? Because this is the fic for you!

The Altar of Verisimilitude by marsastronomica (marswithghosts) (9877, Explicit) Warnings: Author Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings - read the tags and A/N What if Bren didn't break and Astrid and Eadwulf met Nott the Brave instead? This is a fascinating read into a Bren/Essek au that touches on some of the darker depths. Reccer says: This author’s writing is always incredibly stunning in the world-building of what is said with each line, and this one is no different interesting show-build of character moments, a richly detailed world, and snippets into seeing how out-of-his-depths Essek really is.

Wants & Needs by Cardinal_Daughter (11604, Explicit) Warnings: Creator chose not to use Archive warnings, some dubious content/nonconsent (not between Bren and Essek) Bren and Essek plan and plot how they will travel back in time and fix things Reccer says: Despite the author's own warnings, it's a very soft fic, two people in a situation they don't like actively working to get out of it.

the space in between by KmacKatie (9120, Explicit) Warnings: None Bren and Essek are in a mutual manipulation game, each trying to get the upper hand while Essek is operating with far less facts than Bren. Both are in deeper than either cares to admit. Reccer says: The shifting power plays and dynamics speak to a much wider world and history, the banter is sharp and fun, and the sex is just another card in the game that they are both playing.

A Fair Exchange by Firefright (4135, Teen) Warnings: None Bren discusses future plans with Essek after disposing of his former teacher. Reccer says: It's oddly sweet and in character, considering these are very evil versions of Essek and Caleb. They talk around their feelings but still manage to like each other.

reflections and other illusions of control by atlasarcana (15022, Explicit) Warnings: No warnings for first fic. Dubcon for fics 2 and 3 in the series, and graphic depictions of violence in fic 3. Caleb and Essek summon an echo, but the timeline they get is Bren, not Caleb. They proceed to negotiate a BDSM scene between Essek and Caleb's scourger alter-ego, like any reasonable couple who's had issues spicing up their sex life would. Reccer says: The delicious contrast between Caleb and the person he could have become, some delightful gender fuckery, absolutely brilliant writing, and a fascinating character study. Also, the rest of the series feature some very hot sex.

And then these two have two recs each!

the shadow of a truth by royalgreen (allyoop) (2184, Explicit) Warnings: Temporary Character Death, Ambiguous Ending, Dubious Consent Bren is sent on a mission to kill the Shadowhand. He ends up biting off more than he can chew. Reccer 1 says: It's a short one, but it still manages to have the power plays and competing arrogance that I love in Scourger AUs Reccer 2 says: Bren is so very confident, right until he isn't. And Essek is PERFECT, so ruthless and entirely in control of the situation.

Breaking Inertia by futureshieldmaiden (31096, Teen) Warnings: None Scourger Bren tries to use a Beacon to go back in time, and creates a time loop. He has to work with Shadowhand Essek Thelyss to break out of it. Reccer 1 says: It's a very fun read, with a couple of twists and turns. I love the use of time loops to get closer and learn about the other person, and this was a great version of it. Reccer 2 says: I love the slow burn between these two, working together on a shared goal, and how their relationship develops and changes over time. I also love it's the two of them against the Assembly, instead of Scourger Bren betraying Essek for Ikithon, which seems to be the more popular flavor for Scourger AUs.

All recs were provided by Aeor is for Lovers, an 18+ Shadowgast Discord server. Have any questions about what this is? Check out the FAQ! Next week’s theme are fics that involve gifting, so check back next week!

#shadowgast #critical role #cr fic recs #evil au recs #shadowgast fic #caleb widogast #essek thelyss

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Distant Scent of Flowers (Clerifa)

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F, F/M, Multi Fandoms: Compilation of Final Fantasy VIIFinal Fantasy VII (Video Game 1997) Relationships: Tifa Lockhart/Cloud Strife, Aerith Gainsborough/Tifa Lockhart/Cloud Strife Characters: Cloud Strife, Tifa Lockhart Additional Tags: Grief/Mourning, Developing Relationship, Feelings Realization, Canonical Character Death

Summary: Cloud and Tifa bond through grief, confessions, and a promise.

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The river continued playing its happy murmuring song despite the sorrow flowing from its banks. A silent Cloud and Tifa sat on the bank with their shoulders almost touching gazing out at the wildflowers dancing in the breeze across the water. The blossoms, vibrant against the green landscape, seemed a world away—just as Aerith was.

Cloud watched Tifa’s fingers trace a pattern in the dirt. Without a word, he reached out, covering her hand with his own, attempting to offer her any semblance of comfort he could. Their fingers laced together, a silent pact of support through their shared grief.

As the light began to fade, turning the open sky purple, the pair remained still, anchored in place by the weight of their loss. Cloud could feel the tension in Tifa’s grip, her strength mingling with his own, and in that touch, an unspoken understanding passed between them. They were fighters, but in this quiet moment, they allowed themselves to be vulnerable.

His eyes met Tifa’s, seeing his torment reflected.

Cloud wouldn’t have dared allow himself to falter if it was anyone else—save Aerith herself—but this was Tifa. Cloud rarely felt secure enough to let down his hardened persona, but ever since their reunion, Tifa had assured him in not so many words that she was a safe space. Besides, she had already seen him cry—they all had—his feelings having ripped him open from the inside out.

But Tifa also cried. As did the others, but that wasn’t important.

The cool breeze carried the scent of flowers and it recalled an image of Aerith tending to her flower garden back in Midgar. She had been so happy, so carefree, so beautiful. He could clearly see her smile which would never again light up the dark places in his heart. His heart ached knowing that one day he might forget how she looked, let alone how she smiled.

“Remember how she would always talk to flowers as if they might talk back?” he asked, hoping Tifa’s voice would soothe the tightness in his chest.

The fighter nodded, her lips curving in response as the memory surfaced. “I asked her once and she said they were alive, so they deserved the same common courtesy as anyone else.” Tifa let out the ghost of a laugh. “Not sure if courtesy and asking how their day’s been are the same thing, though.”

Cloud’s gaze returned to the flowers dancing in the breeze. The way they moved; it almost did look like they had sentience. “Maybe she had a point. She would know better than any of us.”

Tifa hummed, and when Cloud looked at her again, her expression had softened. “Yes, she was... extraordinary. Sure, she was an Ancient, but she was special just because of who she was.”

“Yeah. She never cared what anyone else thought.” A far cry from himself. She had shown him what freedom looked like.

“She was brave.”

Cloud squeezed her hand. “So are you.”

Tifa shook her head. “I’m strong, but she was never afraid to do what needed to be done. Not when she infiltrated the Don’s mansion or sacrificed herself for Marlene or even now.” She paused, swallowing a fresh wave of grief. “Remember the first time it rained after we left Midgar?”

Of course, he remembered. How could he forget? The way Aerith had shrieked in surprise at the first raindrop. Even though she claimed to hate the sky, she grinned when she saw it covered in misty clouds. Rain had soaked through her dress, leaving her cold and drenched, even so, she grinned and spread her arms wide to catch as many droplets as she could. She had twirled around, creating her own version of a rain dance, laughter spilling from her throat.

“I’ve never seen her look so alive.”

“Me neither.,” Tifa said. “I wish I could be like her. She lived life to the fullest, always knowing that it might be her last day of freedom, and she was willing to give it up for the sake of others, even people she never met.” The martial artist paused, rubbing her fingers over a strand of grass. “She was…a hero.”

There was a moment of silence as if the air itself held its breath for her next words. “She was more than that for me, though.”

Cloud studied her, sensing a shift in her tone.

Her hands fell into her lap, and she drew a deep breath, steadying herself. Her voice could barely be heard over the murmur of the river. “I didn’t just admire her,” she confessed. “She was more than a friend. I didn’t understand, but now...”

Cloud’s body froze, unsure how to respond. His brow furrowed as a battlefield of emotions played out—empathy, remorse, loyalty, loss, affection—all clamoring for recognition. He had always been the sword, the protector. That role was straightforward. Figuring out what role to play now was obscure.

The stillness of the riverbank seemed to absorb her words, leaving a silence so profound that even the rustling wildflowers hushed their whispers. The unfinished revelation hung between them, a delicate truth that needed to be handled with care.

“Cloud?” The sound of Tifa’s fragile voice sliced through his introspection.

Slowly, he took her hand again, this time with a soft, loose grip. “I understand,” he said. “I think, maybe, she was the same for me.”

Tifa leaned closer and tilted her head. “Maybe?”

Cloud turned back to the wildflowers, suddenly feeling too shy to see her immediate reaction. “I wasn’t sure either. Because…of you.”

Then she was there in front of him. She was close, so close he could feel the warmth of her breath. “And now? Have you figured out your feelings?” Her hand trembled slightly within his grasp, but she did not pull away. The question hung in the air, as delicate as flower petals.

Cloud felt the weight of her gaze, heavy with hope and fear. He could see the subtle tremble of her lips, the vulnerability she rarely showed. It was more than a question; it was a plea for understanding, for solidarity.

He knew what he felt for Tifa was real, just as real as the pain and affection they both harbored for Aerith. But putting that mixture of sentiment into words was the greatest foe he had faced. Time seemed to slow as Cloud’s pause stretched into eternity. His eyes, clouded by the emotions warring in his chest, searched Tifa’s face for guidance. His chest twisted tighter with each passing second, and in the silence that followed her question, his gaze lingered on the soft worry lines that framed her eyes—eyes that had seen too much pain yet still held a glimmer of hope.

“Before,” Cloud started, his voice barely audible, “everything was... unclear.” He shook his head as though to clear away the fog of uncertainties hanging over him. His eyes anchored themselves to Tifa’s, finding a steadfast trust in their depths. Almost involuntarily, he lifted their entwined hands, almost touching her cheek before catching himself. “I still don’t have everything figured out, but I know what I feel for you, Tifa. Losing Aerith... it’s sharpened everything, made me see what’s been in front of me all along.” Although soft, Cloud’s voice carried the weight of newfound clarity.

Tifa’s breath caught, her eyes, wide and shimmering with a hopeful sheen, never left his face, seeking out the words yet unspoken.

Turning toward her fully, Cloud allowed a rare, gentle smile. It softened the hard lines battle had etched into his youthful face. “Losing Aerith without ever fully expressing my feelings... it tore something inside of me.” His blue eyes darkened with regret. “Losing her made me realize life is too short to question yourself. I don’t want to lose you the way I did her, especially without having told you the truth.”

A slow exhale escaped her lips. “Which is?”

He chose his words carefully. “That you mean more to me than a friend.”

She returned his gentle smile. “So do you. You both did.”

His voice lowered again, this time with sincerity rather than doubt. “Having feelings for Aerith doesn’t change the feelings we have for each other. I understand that now.”

“I always knew how I felt about you,” she began hesitantly. “But with Aerith... it was different. I only realized what she meant to me now that she’s gone.” Her voice trailed off. “But you seemed to understand you had feelings for both of us for some time now.”

Cloud’s free hand clenched at his side. “I suppose I did. But no matter how much I tried to I couldn’t choose between you two.”

Tifa’s brow furrowed with the unspoken truth that he couldn’t choose now. Her voice was comforting when she replied, “What matters is that we’ve shared something special with Aerith and we still have each other. We don’t have to measure our feelings. Aerith brought out the best in us. We’ll carry her with us, together.”

Cloud felt his barriers melt beneath her profound words.

Tifa moved closer, resting her head against his shoulder. The weight of her grounded him in the present moment. It hurt, but their love would move them forward.

A breeze swept through with the scent of Aerith’s favorite flowers—ones absent from the riverbank. It was as if the lifestream, or Aerith herself, was assuring them of her eternal presence. She would never truly be gone. She would live on within the lifestream, within the beauty of the world she had loved, and within the hearts of those who cherished her memory.

Cloud’s arms wrapped around Tifa, drawing her into an embrace. She held him back with a firm grasp. The warmth of their bodies served as a reminder of the life they still held.

“Let’s promise,” Tifa’s voice was a whisper, yet it carried conviction, “to honor her memory in everything we do. To strive to live our lives with the same courage she did.”

Cloud felt the vibration of her words through his chest, sparking a flame within the void left by grief. “And we’ll protect each other with all of our strength,” he agreed.

As their promise was made, the river flowed ceaselessly beside them, a symbol of time’s relentless march. Yet as Cloud and Tifa sat there, locked in their embrace, they found a sense of permanence. As long as they had each other, they would love, they would endure, and they would remember.

#cloti #cloud x tifa #clerifa #ffvii #final fantasy vii #cloud x aerith x tifa #cloud strife #tifa lockhart #ff #final fantasy #fanfic #fanfiction #my writing

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Love is Around the Corner

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/1TvAlEj by writingbyfaith "Something about him looked so familiar, it was tightening Phee’s chest and bringing a slight shake to her hands. She gently brought one to the man’s jaw, though, and tilted his head towards her as slowly as she could, not knowing what kind of injuries he had. His eyes looked past her for a moment before they seemed to focus on her face. The man’s mouth opened slightly and his eyebrows twitched before a hoarse voice croaked out, 'Phe-?' It took every ounce of strength not to repel away at the familiarity in his voice, in his eyes, in his face, in the way he started to say her name- 'Brown eyes?'" - A Tech lives fanfic because I'm missing him and TechPhee. Words: 5402, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Phee Genoa, Clone Trooper Tech (Star Wars), MEL-221 | Mel (Star Wars), Original Characters, AZI-3 (Star Wars) Relationships: Phee Genoa/Clone Trooper Tech Additional Tags: Christian writer, Clone Trooper Tech Lives (Star Wars), no bad batch season 3 spoilers, Injured Tech, Phee takes care of him, Phee has bad dreams about Tech, MEL is supportive, OC knows what's up, Hunter and Wrecker are still looking for Omega, set post-season 2, brief mention of a dark theme towards end of story, They're In Love Your Honor, Birthday Post read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/1TvAlEj

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #techphee #tech x phee #tbb fic

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DDLC Fanfic: Deep Breaths by Nicrosil

Hey all! Another DDLC fic recommendation for everyone: Deep Breaths by Nicrosil on AO3! This is a much heavier Natsuri fic, but it's very well written and grips you all the way through! We'll start with the AO3 tags/categories, my thoughts under the cut!

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences No Archive Warnings Apply/Creator Chose Not To Use Warnings Category: F/F Relationships: Natsuki/Yuri (Doki Doki Literature Club!), Monika/Sayori (Doki Doki Literature Club!) Characters: Natsuki (Doki Doki Literature Club!), Yuri (Doki Doki Literature Club!), Monika (Doki Doki Literature Club!), Sayori (Doki Doki Literature Club!) Additional Tags: Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Fluff, Swearing, lotsa swearing, Awkwardness, Romance, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Suicide Attempt, Depression!, It sucks., Alcohol, Fluff and Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Vomiting, Violent Thoughts

Like I said, this one is heavy.

This fic is unique in the sense that it's actually from Yuri's point of view, which is pretty rare! However, because of that, there's a lot of careful attention paid to Yuri's self-harm habits, general anxiety, and intrusive thoughts, so consider this a trigger warning before you go in: it'll be quite prevalent.

Against this backdrop of Yuri's own personal issues she is working through, we get a really cute and really well-written take on the Natsuki/Yuri pairing! We get to watch them evolve from acquaintances, to friends, to crush, to "complicated", all while watching some Sayonika develop in the background!

There's a lot of cute circumstances and details here that make the characters feel very real, and by extension their interactions make you feel for them. I'm already autistic over these characters, and fics as amazingly written as this one do not help, ahaha!

Like I mentioned, we get a front row seat to Yuri's issues as she struggles with them over the story, from her anxiety, to her self-harm, and towards the end her intrusive thoughts she can't seem to ignore. I won't lie, I had to take it slow to make sure I was processing everything as I went and didn't let it get to me, so if you're maybe susceptible to those sorts of things, I'd advise maybe skipping through certain portions or not reading at all. But, if you're okay to read on, you'll find a really great representation of anxiety and how to deal with it! We see Sayori struggle with her depression with Monika's support, and eventually how they all relate to Yuri with their struggles with anxiety and negative thoughts.

But maybe my favorite part? Yuri's dad.

It's always so interesting to see how author's portray the doki's parents, and this fic shows us Yuri's dad, some of his past, how he interacts with his daughter, and most importantly, how he supports her. It was so refreshing to see a healthy parent/daughter dynamic in a DDLC fic, I think we need more of that! While he doesn't know all the details, he does offer his support on a number of subjects, and it's really great to watch Yuri and her dad interact :3

I really love this fic, but sadly it only has 16/17 chapters! It was last updated 2018-10-30 with no sign of finishing... but the first 16 chapters are golden, and if you stop reading where it ends, it can still be taken as an abrupt and open-ended way to finish things off! I hope against all odds that the author returns to finish it one day (and maybe write a follow-up!), but for now we are left with the makings of a masterpiece that I highly recommend!

#doki doki lesbians club #ddlc fic review #ddlc #doki doki literature club #ddlc natsuki #ddlc yuri #natsuki ddlc #yuri ddlc #ddlc monika #ddlc sayori #monika ddlc #sayori ddlc #natsuri #sayonika #ddlc fanfic #ddlc fanfiction #ddlc headcanons

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Fic Recs March '23

Some fic recs! Mostly going to be Dream SMP, but I wander outside the fandom ocassionally! If you ever want to see the longlist for this, you can keep an eye on my bookmarks on Ao3, but here's a short list of stuff that made me go Damn, that's just so fun/painful/good.

I'm gonna have to put this under a cut because dear god once you put all the tags in this is not that short of a short list.

The Fics

A Helping Hand by Because Plot Fandom: Dream SMP Rating: Teen Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Philza & Philza's Chat Tags: Philza's Chat is Made of Crows, Action/Adventure, Exploration, Nature, Near-Death, LightHearted Length: 1/1 chapters, 9,630 words

A young Phil gets adopted by some crows! Crows are smart, right? These crows seem— really smart. And kinda unnatural. And there are so many of them? I'm sure it's fine.

the breezy feeling of the faceless crush, by Odaigahara Fandom: Dream SMP Rating: Teen Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Eret & Wilbur Soot Tags: AU - The Magnus Archives, Limbo, The Lonely, Beholding Avatar, Traitor Eret, Rescue Missions Length: 1/1 chapters, 3,862 words

Exceptional TMA fusion where Eret goes back for the man she betrayed. The creeping of all the avatars is so scary and the messy nuances of the wilbur & eret relationship and the weight of what eret has done is so well done.

best friends, by monsterloot Fandom: Dream SMP Rating: Teen Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tommyinnit & Tubbo Tags: Fluff, Humour, Not Really Character Death, Light Angst Length: 1/1 chapters, 1,667 words.

Tubbo is dying (he's not actually dying) and he summons Tommy to his bedside for a final request (he wants to troll him). Very fluffy and delightful, and great character voice.

The Last Takeout, by King_Dove Fandom: Dream SMP Rating: Teen Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Captain Puffy/Niki Nihachu Tags: Bittersweet Ending, Complicated Relationships, Food, Emotional Hurt/Comfort Length: 1/1 chapters, 2,707 words

Ooooo messy relationships. Puffy takes Niki out for takout. It goes— not as bad as it might be. These women have so much baggage— but this could be the beginning of their reconciliation! Maybe! If we're lucky! They're trying! They care and they hurt. :sob:

Ranboo's Terrible No-Good Very Bad Hostage Situation, by Aard_Rinn Fandom: Dream SMP Rating: General Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ranboo & Tubbo & Tommyinnit, Philza & Technoblade, Ranboo & Technoblade Tags: Misunderstandings, Hostage Situations, Fluff and Humour, Memory Loss, AU - Superheroes & Superpowers Length: Chapter 2 of 5, 5,371 words.

In a desperate attempt to negotiate with a supervillain (the crowfather) for the release of his friends, vigilante Ranboo decides to kidnap the blood god. It goes as well as you'd expect. This is just a really fun concept well pulled off, but I especially appreciate how benchtrio feels realistically young but not babied, and emduo is DANGEROUS. Love me a murderphil.

pick up your gun (put up those gloves), by Teahound Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP Rating: Gen Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Grian & GoodTimesWithScar Tags: AU - Superheroes & Supervillains, Vigilante GoodTimesWithScar, Hero Grian, Enemies to Friends Length: 1/?, 2,159 words.

Hero Grian finds an injured HawkEye and has to deal with the fact that he Should arrest him, but he's hurt, and maybe he's helping... Exceptional character voice.

AITA For Kidnapping A Sixteen Year Old?, by Anonymous Fandom: Dream SMP Rating: Teen Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Dream & Tommyinnit, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & Philza & Tommyinnit, Tubbo & Tommyinnit Tags: Kidnapping, Unreliable Narrator, Family Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, AU - Modern, Angst and Humour, Miscommunication, POV Multiple, Obsession Length: 22/60 chapters, 17,177 words

Written entirely as Reddit posts and comments. This one is just soooooo interesting as a form piece. It's not really crack treated seriously in anything but the form, cause once you're used to the form it's just an unsettling slow burn as you realize how unreliable your narrators might be and how people are missing information. I started it going "oh is this sympathetic [character]?" and then certain chapters hit and I went "oh noooooooooo" with eyes the size of saucers. Really interesting. Author has been going through it though.

Swan Song, by CodaAtTheEnd Fandom: Dream SMP Rating: Teen Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Technoblade & Philza Tags: AU - Witcher Fusion, Witch Curses, Witcher Technoblade, Cursed Philza, Angst, Wakes and Funerals Length: 1/1 chapters, 3,231 words.

*sounds of sobbing are hurt* It's a witcher AU and Phil is cursed and Technoblade tries to save him and nothing works and— *continued sobbing*

Blood End, by andthentherewere Fandom: Dream SMP Rating: Teen Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Wilbur Soot & Tommyinnit & Philza & Technoblade, Wilbur Soot & Tommyinnit, Technoblade & Philza Tags: AU - Vampires, AU - Post-apocolyptic, Coming of Age, Relgion, Road Trips, Kidnapping, Angst Length: 4/24 Chapters, 14,982 words

Tommy wants to go on a road trip with vampires, but fates (and everyone in town and also technoblade who is a vampire) won't let him. It's post-apocolyptic AND it's vampires— there is so much worldbuilding sunk into this one. Religions! Cultures! The shadows of cultures past! I automatically trusted the vampires because they're emduo and I have emduo brain, but was I right to do that? Who KNOWS

pov: me when I fucking Get You, by doingthewritethings Fandom: Dream SMP Rating: Teen Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Quackity/Wilbur Soot, Wilbur Soot & Tommyinnit, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade, Quackity & Slimecicile Tags: Enemies to Lovers with a twist, Homoerotic rivalries, Student Government, I have read mangoball four times, Social Media, Chatfic, Asexual Wilbur Soot, Asexual Quackity, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Hijinks Shenanigans and all sorts of Tomfoolery Length: 1/1 chapters, 3,450 words.

This was the breakout fic of the 48 hour exchange because when I tell you this is hilarious, I am not joking. Oh my god. Quackity thinks he and Wil are enemies, Wil thinks he and Quackity are dating. They clash. It's a chat fic. It's a high school au. It's outstandingly funny.

Ghost Stories, by CodaAtTheEnd Fandom: Dream SMP Rating: Teen Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Quackity/Jschlatt Tags: POV second person, Character Study, Unhealthy Relationships, Cannibalism Length: 1/1 Chapters, 1,713 words

Didnd't realise until I typed this out that it was second person, it just hits like a freight train. INCREDIBLE schlackity character study. I think I get it now. Does exactly what it sets out to do, finishes it in under 2k words, goes home. Mic drop.

The Dollhouse, by MawoftheMagnetar Fandom: Dream SMP, Hermitcraft SMP Characters: TommyInnit, Keralis, Xisumavoid, Docm77, Grian Mumbo Jumbo, xBCrafted, Rendog Rating: Teen Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Tags: Atypical Hermit Tommy, Healing, Cosmic Horror, Body Horror, Tommyinnit is Fine, Eldritch Horror Keralis, DSMP is a TV Show Length: 10/20, 14,727 words

So this one is by MawoftheMagnetar so you KNOW Keralis is going to be there, but there's also a Tommy who's on the run from something (what's happening), mysterious monster hermits (what's happening), powerful and myserious forces that are controlling people (what is HAPPENING). It's super fun to see the monster designs for the hermits, Tommy was a star of his tv show but everyone was watching the show for side characters, I have no idea what's happening but I am SO here for the ride. Adderstones.

Ongoings that just completed

Sweeter Than Honey, by CleanLenins Fandom: Dream SMP Relationships: Technoblade & Philza, Skeppy & BadBoyHalo, Philza/MissTrixtin Rating: Teen Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Tags: Dark SBI, Kid Technoblade, AU - Fae, Child Neglect, Manipulation, Kidnapping, Mind Manipulation, AU - Royalty, OCs Length: 6/6, 68,376

Okay now that I put those tags out there it looks much darker than the experience of reading this is most of the time. For MOST of it it's just fun times as young prince Technoblade, who is the cutest, is gradually lured away by the fae. Hmm okay maybe that plot is also dark. But come on now, Fae au. Anyways very cute Techno who I love so much, Fae Phil who is just here to cause problems and steal children (which honestly is just gainfully enployed and respectable when you're fae), extremely hateable OC family for Techno who get what's coming to them, beautiful descriptions of magic.

brittle body, brittle blood, by chrysalizzm Fandom: Dream SMP Relationships: Purpled & Sapnap, Purpled & Dream & Sapnap & Punz, Purpled & Wallibear Rating: Teen Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, AU - Fantasy, War, Trauma, Religious Commentary, AU - Royalty, AU - Gods & Goddesses, PTSD, Angst with a Happy Ending, War, Grief/Mourning Length: 13/13 Chapters, 56,417 words

The fantastic Purpled revenge longfic with an entire invented religion and super-cool magic system. I can't overstate how cool the worldbuilding is. Purpled is a construct and a vigilante? Assassinations? I'm struggling not to spoil but mind control comes up at one point? Delightful exploration of revenge plots and recovery.

But you're not yourself (I know you better than you), by BecausePlot Fandom: Dream SMP Relationships: Wilbur Soot & Philza, Philza & Technoblade, Technoblade & Wilbur Soot & Philza Rating: Teen Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Tags: Emotional Hurt Comfort, Fluff and Angst, AU - Canon Divergence, Pogtopia, Angst with a Happy Ending, Queerplatonic Relationships. Length: 11/11 chapters, 71,354 words.

A deep-dive into the Wilbur and Phil relationship as Wil grows up. As the author put it, this isn't Bad Dad Phil, but Phil is carrying his own trauma and Wil is a complex opinionated person and oof. Sometimes these things collide. It's the sort of messy exploration of that relationship that I have wanted for a long time, without villifying anyone involved. And thank goodness, a happy ending.

Non-Fic

Super Secret Important Meeting of Seriousness, by NegligentSum Fandom: Dream SMP Relationship: Niki & Ranboo & Philza & Technoblade Medium: Art Rating: No rating Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Just a wonderful syndicate tea part art drawn for the 48 hour exchange! This is uncoloured, but it's so full of detail, and I love all the guys so much. Everybody has unique teacups!

Start Again, by indulgentAnaesthetic Fandom: 3rd Life | Last Life Series Relationship: Bdubs/Ethoslab/ZombieCleo Medium: Animation Rating: Gen Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

An incredible ANIMATION also made during the 48 hour exchange about traffic series ties. It's absolutely beautiful. I honestly didn't realize until I was typing this out it was shippy, I just went ueueueueueue the loyalties, so you can read it through a non-ship lens, but also if you ARE into clethubs, it's there.

DSMP Comics Fandom: Dream SMP Relationships: Dream SMP Ensemble Medium: Zine Rating: Teen Warnings: It's not on the archive but I'm gonna say no archive warnings apply, maybe some comic violence.

I was part of this one, but so were about twenty other people, so I feel justified in linking this one. Incredible interlocking series of comics, stories and art, doing a single slice of life in a city when everyone's powers are swapped, and what happens to the city's superheros and villains when they try to recover and fix things. So many cool POVs and story arcs.

#fic recs #fic rec #mcyt #dsmp #Dream SMP

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maybe jade colored glasses only work if they aren't broken

Read now on Ao3 at https://ift.tt/tsIMW92 by better_fs So this is really similar to another one of my works, but that was inspired by what I could remember from what this is directly derived from. i know that doesn't make a lot of sense so here is a timeline for anyone who cares 😝 I poorly write the first chapter or two of a fic (may 2023) --> I remember that i did that and without rereading it I make the first two chapters of The Fire Lord is Dead (April 17 - 18th 2024) --> i get bored and reread the original which has sparked inspiration in me because its horribly written but lowkey silly (April 18th 2024) --> I start to rewrite it with the intention to finish it this time (2024) HERES AN ACTUAL SUMMARY Sokka is thrown into an Earth Kingdom jail for trespassing while looking for food. To his surprise and dismay, he's locked up with Zuko. He can't fathom why the guard would put him in the same cell as a dangerous prince but he's not scared either. If Sokka needs to protect himself he can. Eventually though, his friends realize Sokka's gone and come to rescue him. He thought he would finally get a break from fighting the prince while he's stuck in jail but leave it to Katara to get some bold and dangerous ideas. Words: 2010, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Avatar: The Last Airbender (Cartoon 2005) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Katara (Avatar), Toph Beifong, Sokka (Avatar), Zuko (Avatar), Iroh (Avatar) Relationships: Sokka/Zuko (Avatar), Sokka & Zuko (Avatar), Iroh & Zuko (Avatar), Sokka/Suki (Mentioned) Additional Tags: POV Alternating, rewrite and continuation of old work Read it on Ao3 at https://ift.tt/tsIMW92

#IFTTT #zukka #sokka #zuko #avatar: the last airbender #atla #ao3 feed

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gen's big ol' fanfic rec list!!

hey hey! as a way of sharing my love for some fellow writers in the one piece community, i figured i'd list, categorize, and summarize some of my favorite OP fanfics! i will link them all here, but they can also be found in my ao3 bookmarks :) i will also link this list to my pinned intro post on my profile for your convenience.

well, without further ado, i present some of my favorite one piece stories, organized loosely by categories of my obsessions <3

if i tagged you as an author and you do not want to be tagged, let me know ASAP!! :) i attempted to tag every author i could find, but if i missed someone, plz let me know!!

dofladile stories

figured we'd start strong with this ship, since they're quite popular!! most of these stories are quite dark, but i'm a huge fan of consistent characterization, and this is a villain pairing...

Funny Games ~ by ThisisVenereVeritas / @sourbat

rating: M warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings genres: angst, dark, whump, modern AU, character study, conflict of interest, gender issues status: complete, (resolution in the comments of the fic) 27 chapters, 166,768 words summary: The path to adulthood is littered with traps and trickery that make life nearly unbearable. With each action is a consequence that worsens your chance of accomplishing the true goal. Doflamingo thought there was a way out of it, that he was immune to any surprises life tried to throw at him. But then someone he cared for threw a real curve-ball. A story about two boys risking the game called life. my thoughts: i think this was one of the first dofladile stories i read. it is dark. that "creator chose not to use archive warnings" carries quite a bit of weight. there is some dubcon, graphic violence, drug use/abuse, torture, murder attempts, suicide attempts, offensive language, etc, etc, etc. very very heavy topics. absolutely not a happy ending, not a walk in the park by any means. that being said, the writing style is glorious. the storytelling kept me smacking the shit out of that "next chapter" button. the characterization is spot on for a modern AU, the incorporation of certain events and characters is just perfect. not to mention the intense conflict of interests. this writer has some other shorter dofladile stories as well, and some really fantastic crocorosi!!

save tonight, save the show ~ by ghostwit / @hazeism

rating: E warnings: none genres: PWP, light humor? banter status: complete, oneshot, 1,821 words summary: "Ooh, don't debase yourself for me, Croco." “Maybe it’s the weather." (Set post-Roger's execution -- Before all the hurt and complication, where they're ambitious and hungry and just beginning to get a feel for each other, both of them feeding their own little brands of cruelty and learning where, how, etc. they can push each other.) my thoughts: one of my favorite authors, i just cannot get enough of their style. very stream-of-consciousness, mind-whirling, eye-candy of a read, every time. and every reread offers a little dose of something new. in this story, i am completely won over by the banter and characterization. i can be kind of picky with how certain characters are depicted, (especially characters like doflamingo) but haze has got the magic touch keeping their dynamic feeling lively and believable.

Just like kittens ~ by 123_crowbar_solo

rating: T warnings: graphic depictions of violence genres: dark fluff/humor status: complete, oneshot, 1,628 words summary: Do bananadile hatchlings play with toys, like kittens? Crocodile and Doflamingo make a bet in which more than ego may be at stake. my thoughts: i truly love the flow of this piece. this author is fantastic at writing these two constantly at each other's throats, but i love this take on them too, putting the knife down to make a bet instead. and of course, there is murder involved, because, well, it's doflamingo and crocodile. also. baby bananadiles.

New Low ~ by ghostwit / @hazeism

rating: T warnings: none status: complete, oneshot, 2,729 words genres: humor, canon compliant, character study, sexual tension summary: He gives his wrist a shake, waggling his brows, “Even villains like me deserve true love, don't'cha think?” Oh. What? my thoughts: sorry for calling you out again here haze but this one is my new favorites of yours. this story isn't dofladile-centric, hence why i listed it at the end. it's more of, "how would rosinante respond to dofladile?" and it is funny as shit. i believe in my bookmark i captioned it: doflamingo gets a boyfriend. corazon encounters a mental "error 303".

donquixote family stories

sometimes you just need some donquixote family shenanigans. you can tell i have a favorite author for when that craving strikes... mostly gen or T rated stories, fluff, humor and angst.

Thicker Than Blood ~ by ScriptedScarlet / @simplyscarlet

rating: T warnings: graphic depictions of violence genres: slice of life, coming of age, canon compliant, mild angst, character study status: complete, 22 chapters, 44,954 words summary: It was an ordinary day for the Donquixote Family, when the den den mushi rang with a call from one of their traffickers informing Doflamingo that they might have something of interest to him… The Donquixote Family did not quite know what they were getting themselves into when they took in the strange baby with horns, a fin, and a mouthful of sharp teeth. They were far from an ordinary family, and Dellinger was far from an ordinary baby. Jora discovers that it’s hard enough to raise a baby, much less a baby that bites, breaks fingers, and throws itself off the ship to swim before it can even walk. But Dellinger thrives under the doting care of Jora and his family. He grows to take the Corrida Coliseum by storm (and jazz hands), watches Baby 5 make bad relationship choices, tries to make Sugar smile, amasses a closet of the finest shoes in the New World, refuses to acknowledge gender norms, and sneaks out at night to go swimming with "his own kind." But the reign of the Donquixote Family is not a permanent one. A coming of age/slice of life story about growing up in a strange family, where 'normal' means something very different. my thoughts: this is another one of those longer stories like Funny Games that stole my heart and ate it for breakfast, lunch and dinner. when i was watching dressrosa, i fell in love with dellinger. like a lot of the family, he didn't seem to have much of a backstory. and then i found THIS lovely story. ugh. i accidentally started rereading it while skimming over to write this summary, it's just, it's so good, i love the way the family is portrayed, i love the perspective and story beats, the various bumps along the road. highly recommend for any donquixote family fans.

Designer Unknown ~ by ScriptedScarlet / @simplyscarlet

rating: gen warnings: none genres: slice of life, fluff, humor, canon compliant (?) status: complete, oneshot, 2,498 words summary: Pirates and Marines alike are all out to make a statement on the seas, and their fashion choices say it all. But just where do those heavy coats, fancy pants, and ridiculous getups come from? How do Zoans not rip apart their clothes? Who coordinates all of CP9's ensembles? Where does one possibly buy a coat of thousands of pink feathers? And just where does Trafalgar Law commission all those customized outfits of his? A secretive designer in Saobody has been sewing for the biggest names on the seas for decades. Her work has been seen in every newspaper on both pirates and Marines alike. Oneshot. Slice of life. Takes places across multiple timeframes/non-linear. my thoughts: this story focuses on an original character who is a devil-fruit wielding tailor! explains some of the questionable outfit choices worn by pirates across the globe in such a humorous, whimsical way. i just love the subtle details and theories! general focus on the donquixote family, but it branches out to other pirates and crews as well.

Family Portraits ~ by ScriptedScarlet / @simplyscarlet

rating: gen warnings: none genres: family fluff, slice of life, humor, family feels, mild angst status: incomplete, 2 chapters, 2,782 words summary: Vergo did not buy a camera in Dressrosa. But the Donquixote Family did have a camera. And it was put to good use. Viola is cleaning the castle after the fall of Dressrosa, and finds things. Personal things. Things that she isn't quite sure what to make of. A collection of short stories about the Donquixote Family. Mostly one-shots, prompts or drabbles I've written on the side that don't really go anywhere else - ranging from serious to funny. I'll add to it as I write stuff. my thoughts: this story is so bittersweet. little reminder of "hey these evil pirates are human". really puts emphasis on the family as a family. second chapter is hysterical jora/giolla pov of getting her nails painted. a great light-hearted read!

Hearing Silence ~ by ScriptedScarlet / @simplyscarlet

rating: gen warnings: none genres: character study, angst, mild fluff status: complete, oneshot, 2,448 words summary: Rocinante observes his brother's 'Family,' all while reflecting on being trapped in the silent role of "Corazon." That is until one of the Family's new recruits tries to give Corazon a voice. my thoughts: i fell in love with this story so hard. finally another story with a rosinante & gladius friendship - although it's not that black and white, hehe. hence the angst tag. really great short read on rosinante's pov, nails that rosinante vs corazón dichotomy i'm obsessed with. and gladius is a prominent character!! what more could i ask

Monsters ~ by ScriptedScarlet / @simplyscarlet

rating: T warnings: none genres: angst, moral ambiguity, angst again status: complete, oneshot, 5,404 words summary: Rocinante survived his brother's attempted murder, and now works among the masked ranks of CP0, a double agent for the Revolutionary Army. However today, he goes with Vice Admiral Tsuru to visit Impel Down, and see a child that he abandoned. my thoughts: i think this is the angstiest story from this collection so far. nothing like a good cora lives AU, until you throw some guilt in there, some imprisoned dellinger. a not so friendly reminder that being raised as a pirate from a baby and then being sentenced to a life in prison after sixteen years is... an unpleasant existence, to say the least.

Field Trip ~ by 123_crowbar_solo

rating: T warnings: none genres: dark humor, angst, mental health issues, non-graphic genocide status: complete, oneshot, 3500 words summary: Annoyed at his pupils using the words "mass murder" and "genocide" interchangeably, Doflamingo takes them on a field trip to teach them the difference. my thoughts: one of those stories you feel bad for laughing at. if you appreciate some dark humor and like the donquixote family, especially doflamingo, this story is for you. has a delightfully satirical take on the donquixote pirates and doflamingo's strange whims/motivations, with a twist of his unavoidable mental health issues. love the approach to the strained brotherhood between rosinante and doflamingo, too.

doflamingo-centric stories

the psycho flamingo man got his own category, although it's kind of small (for now). these stories are stand-out character studies that do a great job tackling his wacky thought process.

Da Capo al Fine (second verse same as the first) ~ by freckledshoulderblades

rating: M warnings: graphic depictions of violence genres: time travel, time-loop fix-it, character study, PTSD, trauma status: incomplete, 2 chapters, 7,644 words summary: Left unchecked in Impel Down, Doflamingo has a visitor that declares their ability - an awakened Toki Toki fruit - and their intent to send him off into the far past to repent for his sins. When he wakes up, he's eight years old again and his father is gently knocking on the door, asking after his well-being. He carries with him the knowledge of everything he's lived up until being sent back - killing his father, killing Rosinante, running the Donquixote Pirates - and every action he takes is colored by that information. The Toki Toki user seems convinced there's a shred of good left in him, but he's not so certain anymore. my thoughts: the relationship tag for this fic is "donquixote doflamingo/the consequences of his actions" and i think that just fits perfectly. when i think character study, i think of this story. strips doflamingo of his power, aside from his memories, and forces him to relive the most harrowing (and innocuous) period of his life. gets a little gory at times. this writer also has some fantastic stories about rosinante!!

a brother is a person who never lets go ~ by theogonies / @theogonies

rating: T warnings: graphic depictions of violence, major character death genres: character study, prose poem, angst, dark, trauma status: complete, oneshot, 1,324 words summary: you came too late to take your brother home but you're bigger now. stronger, and smart enough to understand that home is the place at the end of the road, not the beginning. this time will be different. a prose poetry character study of donquixote doflamingo, his early life, and his relationships with donquixote rosinante and trafalgar law. my thoughts: another delight of a character study. the flow and prose of this is such a dream to read, for such a nightmare of a character. nails the motivations that spur doflamingo's heart and mind, and the mantras that must crawl around his mind. mind the tags if you check this one out!

cora & law stories

like many cora and law fans, i just don't think those several episodes of their adventure was enough. so, here are a few stories to remedy that absence! lots of hurt/comfort, adventure and angst lie ahead!

won't the waves crash on ~ by slycel / @lanhours

rating: not rated warnings: major character death genres: angst, adventure, canon compliant, hurt/comfort status: complete, oneshot, 9,730 words summary: “Stop being the good guy. There have to be better things you could be doing.” “So what if there are? I’m here,” Corazon said, tapping Law’s back lightly, “and so are you.” my thoughts: another one of those stories that i always start to accidentally reread anytime i take a quick peek at it. the portrayal of these two is just so good, the various elements of their adventure bring some real life into them!! a good blend of light-hearted banter and angst, ugh, some real gut-punching lines in this one. a must for cora & law fans, a MUST!!

From Your Lips To The (False) Gods' Ears ~ by HyperbolicReverie / @hyperbolicreverie

rating: T warnings: none (major character death) genres: hurt/comfort, angst, worldbuilding, language/linguistics status: complete, oneshot, 11,335 words summary: “How do you do it?” “Hmm?” Corazón hums around the cigarette between his teeth, cocking his head as if to listen to him better. “How can you just…change your accent at the drop of a hat?” Language was never anything particularly special to Law. It was just the different ways people said the same things. Until he was the only person left who spoke his. my thoughts: the worldbuilding in this story makes my mind spin. introduces and incorporates the idea of "what if there were different languages in OP?" with masterwork precision. and the way it ties into the cora & law relationship is the tragic cherry on top. you get a good dose of their adventures here too, and some heartbreakingly deep conversations between them. it is not tagged with major character death, but rosinante's death is referenced, (and made me tear up, dammit), hence why the warnings might look a little confusing. this writer also has another story of a similar premise that focuses on rosinante!!

Bridges and train tracks hem in a town ~ by Harmonica_Smile (Rescue_Remedy) / @chromatic-lamina

rating: T warnings: none! genres: character study, light angst, humor, modern AU, friendship status: complete, oneshot, 5,337 words summary: Sixteen-year-old Law wanders down the bush track away from everything at home, just for a little while, needing to be alone. Kid follows, not wanting to be alone. my thoughts: the atmosphere of this one is so tangible and oddly comforting. modern AU with a nice infliction of angst. it actually focuses primarily on kid and law, but i'm including it here because there is reference of an angsty state of life for cora and law, and i simply adore it. this writer has excellent prose and storytelling skills, and writes a wide range of other OP stories, too!

Before you leave ~ by Schangia

rating: T warnings: none! genres: AU, time travel, hurt/comfort? status: complete, 2 chapters, 4,015 words summary: There's a café that claims to take you back in time to meet someone from your past. Law has met many people in his life, but there are only two he needs to talk to one last time. Inspired by Kawaguchi Toshikazu's absolutely brilliant series "Before the Coffee Gets Cold". my thoughts: this is one of the most cathartic stories i've read. perfect balance between "too perfect" and "not satisfying", law gets only a few minutes to chat with the ghosts of his past, and the conversations he holds with these characters are just, perfect. honestly this story helps me sleep at night. i can't explain it. characterization is solid, pacing is great. good, good read!!

that's it, for now!! (i say, as if this list isn't absolutely massive). i may edit and add more as time continues and i run across more brilliant stories.

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