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Relationships And Makeup - A Kian and Becky fic
happy special pride edition of transfem kian tuesday ^_^ decided to write something for the occasion :]
"Kian and Becky are curled up together on Kian’s bed. The curtained off area in the RV that is his bedroom makes it a lot more cramped than if they were in Becky’s room, but Kian likes to think of it as cosy. Plus, Becky’s parents don’t like seeing him around.
They’re sorting through Becky’s makeup kit. She wanted to throw out some of the older stuff, and Kian wanted to hang out. So, here they are.
Becky holds up a small eyeshadow kit for him to examine."
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BITB Lab AU Fic (1.3k words)
[this is going to be a tumblr special since i don't plan on doing more with it but i did want to share it anyway! if you like the concept feel free to ask me for more info ^_^ i have alot of backstory surrounding this in mind. alsoo if you would like to write something inspired by it pls reference me/this fic and also tag me! i'd love to see it :] anyway reblogs appreciated as always - fic time]
Rand’s starting to think that no job might be better than a job if the job is this one. Because this job has made him sign several NDAs and has run him through a ridiculous amount of “worst case scenarios” - all increasingly absurd.
He needs a job, though. Or his parents are going to do something drastic like kick him out for a week. And this is the only place that’ll accept him with absolutely nothing on his resume at thirty three years old.
“Basically… just don’t be like the last intern, okay?” The scientist in front of him says as they finish up their spiel.
“What happened to the last intern?”
“Got too close and now he has to stay here while we monitor his situation.”
“Oh.”
Maybe no job is better than this one.
He signs the last NDA anyway.
His job is essentially to keep an eye on a trio of… aliens? Monsters? One of whom is the intern before him - and contact the scientists and doctors if anything weird happens.
He’s also there to keep them company, get them things they want - as long as he runs it past a scientist first - and give them shit like food and water. Easy. He could probably even sneak some weed in and pass the time smoking.
“Just stay here by the entrance.” The scientist instructs. “I’m going to go check on Rolan real quick.”
They dip into a side door at the end of the hallway and disappear.
Rand is totally content to not fuck up the first instruction he’s been given. At least until he spots someone staring at him from the window in the first door on the right.
He’s got long blonde hair, and a pretty face. Kian Stone.
“‘Sup, dude!” Kian’s voice is muffled. “You must be the new intern!”
After a moment of hesitation, Rand wanders closer.
“Yeah.”
Kian sticks his hand out for a handshake, the tips of his fingers pressing against the glass. Rand isn’t sure how he’s expected to respond.
“I was the last one.” Kian states cheerily. “Name’s Kian Stone. Nice to meet you, man.”
“Nice to meet you.” Rand echoes. “I’m, uh, Rand.”
The offered handshake turns into a finger pointing at the name tag on his shirt.
“Tim?”
“Call me Rand.”
“Fuck yeah, dude, I can dig that.” Kian drops his hand. “Hey, man, do you think you can swing me a guitar? I’m bored as fuck.”
He remembers the brief. It clearly said that he shouldn’t give this guy any instruments.
“I, uh… don’t think I’m supposed to do that.”
Kian leans in closer to the window and grins wickedly.
“I could make it worth your while.” His voice is low. Rand’s cheeks feel warm.
“Well, uh, considering what they told me about why you’re in here, I think I’ll have to, like, pass. Sorry, man.”
“Becky’s harmless, dude.” Kian scoffs. “They just hate true love.”
Rand just shrugs. He’s not really sure he wants to argue.
“What about… Rolan? That’s the other guy, right?” Kian nods. “What’s he like?”
“Mostly keeps to himself. Real quiet and all that. If you went into his room he’d probably back himself into a corner and freak out about hurting you.” Kian hums, thinking. “That’s what he did with me, at least. Don’t tell the big guys, though. They’re pissed enough at me for the whole Becky thing.”
“Alright, I won’t.” Rand mimes zipping his lips. “Secret’s safe.”
“It’s totally different, though, dude, because, like… Becky is dangerous. Rolan isn’t.”
“Didn’t you say she was harmless earlier?”
“Oh.” Kian blinks. “Did I? Tell that to my mostly melted body over there, dude.”
Kian jerks a thumb behind him. Rand angles to look and immediately wishes he didn’t. He feels sick.
“Fuck, man!”
Kian laughs. “Shoulda warned you that it’s kinda gnarly, huh?”
Technically, Rand knew that’s what happened to Kian. But reading about it on paper is nothing compared to seeing it in person.
“They just fucking left that there?“
“It’s mine.”
“I mean… I guess, but… you just want it around?” He takes another cautious look at the mess of flesh in the corner of the room. Another wave of nausea rolls through him. “Isn’t it, like… weird?”
“It’s mine.” Kian repeats. Then he shrugs. “Plus, it’s kinda fun. If I touch it I can feel it both ways.” He waggles his eyebrows, and that grin from earlier is back. “Neat, right?”
“Gross.” Rand grimaces. “Too much information, man.”
“I’m just messing with you, dude.” Kian laughs. “It hurts like a bitch, actually. I try not to feel it.”
“Tim!”
The scientist is walking back down the hallway towards him. They don’t seem upset that he disobeyed his first instruction. Maybe that one was more of a suggestion.
He looks back to Kian’s eyes fixated on his name badge.
“You could just tell them you prefer to be called Rand, you know?” Kian says.
“I’ll do it later.”
He’s not sure why he hasn’t yet. Something about professionalism. But there’s no time to think through that train of thought now.
The scientist stops next to him. Looks at Kian through the glass and sighs.
“Kian.”
“They’re still pretty mad at me.” Kian explains to Rand with an unbothered smile on his face. Then he shifts to address the scientist. “So, no guitar?”
“Not yet.” Another sigh. “Later, hopefully.”
“Radical.” Kian presses a book up to the window. “This shit sucks. I’m not a fucking nerd, dude.”
The scientist rolls their eyes. “Graduated practically top of your classes.”
Top of his classes? Shit. They really downgraded with Rand.
Kian pouts. “Hey, man, don’t say that kinda stuff around the new guy, yeah?”
“Well,” the scientist claps Rand on the shoulder and ushers him away, “you’ve met Kian. Let’s meet the other two.“
“See ya later, dude.”
Kian holds one hand up in a wave and Rand clumsily waves back, mumbling out his own goodbye.
Kian’s whole… attitude has thrown him off completely. He figured the other two would be chill - not the guy who literally died about a week back.
A couple of rooms down is Becky’s. Rand wonders why they’re so spread out.
She approaches the window when they knock. Her gaze flicks over them with hope before settling into disappointment.
“Hey, Becky.” The scientist gestures to Rand. “I want you to meet Tim - the new intern.”
Rand waves. She doesn’t even look at him.
“Is Kian okay?” Her voice is soft. “I really didn’t mean to kill him, man.”
“He’s doing better.”
This conversation is fucking absurd. What a world Rand lives in now.
“Well, you know how this works - let Tim know if you need anything. We’ll go meet Rolan, now.“
“Sure.” Her eyes catch on his. She looks sad. “Nice meeting you.”
“You too.”
Meeting Rolan goes worse than meeting Becky.
Rolan’s tucked away in a corner, looking like he’s trying to make himself as small as possible. If Rand thought Kian was lying about Rolan, he’d cast all doubts from his mind now. Rolan doesn’t even look up when the scientist knocks on the door.
“He’s been in a mood ever since the incident with Kian.” The scientist explains. “Hey, Rolan! New guy’s name is Tim.”
Rolan just barely lifts a hand in acknowledgment.
“Now, don’t be surprised if you see them out of their rooms. I don’t know if you saw, but there’s a door at the back that leads to other rooms. We’re keeping Kian away from them at the moment to monitor his situation, but it all links up back there.”
“Okay.”
“There’s testing most days, but for the most part they just do whatever. And you can, too, as long as you fulfil the job requirements.”
“Sounds good, man.”
Oh, yeah, he could definitely smuggle some weed in here. And maybe he’ll try and rope them all into a game of dnd. He’s not exactly sure how it’ll work when they’re so spread out, but he’ll think of something.
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Lipstick Stains - a Rolan/Kian fic
Rolan doesn’t really drink or do drugs - at least not as much as Kian and Rand do. But being this close to Kian feels a little like being intoxicated. Like he’s getting a second hand high from Kian’s perfume.
She’s sitting so close to Rolan she may as well be on top of him. Rolan can barely even focus on her face. All he really manages to catch is the furrow of Kian’s eyebrows and the tiny bit of her tongue poking out from her lips as she concentrates.
She’s got a hand firmly on Rolan’s jaw, holding his face steady. The other is lifting up lipstick - the final thing to complete his look.
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ermmm hello i am here for writing prompt what about this :
late night conversation between gill and chip, maybe about how gill wears his heart on his sleeve and chip both admires that about him and think its stupid, wishes he was more like him but also knows he couldnt get away with it cuz hes not gill, just has a lot of conflicting emotions about gillion and doesnt like how vulnerable that makes him feel. something like that.
(Prefacing this with i haven’t been caught up on riptide for a while now so this is ambiguously set somewhereeee around whatever era you think it works best thumbs up emoji)
Chip can’t sleep. An annoyingly more frequent occurrence he’s been dealing with. And he knows that lying there will probably be better for him in the long run—at the very least, no one will ask him questions about why he’s awake in the middle of the night—but he drags himself out of bed, anyway.
He’s antsy. His legs aching like they need to move. So, he does.
He heads to the kitchen first. Picks up a snack to entertain himself with while he mopes around on deck. Maybe he’ll go to the crow’s nest, and stare out at the sea—try to spot their next destination, even though it’s far from being in eyesight. Or maybe he’ll climb out to sit on the figurehead. Dangle his legs over the water.
Or—
Or maybe, he’ll go talk to Gillion. Who’s leaning against the railing, staring down at the waves below them. Huh.
“Hey, Gill.” He keeps his voice quiet, and decides not to comment on the way Gillion makes an aborted movement to reach for his sword. “Couldn’t sleep, either, huh?”
“I suppose so.” Gillion sighs.
“So,” Chip sits up on the railing, and takes a bite of his snack, “what’s got you up?”
“Just… thinking.” Gillion shrugs. “You?”
“Oh, I was just hungry.” Chip lies. And, well, he didn’t actually consider it a lie until he realised he was saying it to Gillion. “I mean… I dunno. Just felt like I had to move. And why not grab a midnight snack, huh?”
“True,” Gillion sighs again, “very true.”
“Do you, uh, want some?”
“No, it’s fine.”
“Do you… want to talk about it?”
“There’s not much to talk about. I think…” Gillion hesitates. “I think I’d rather talk about nicer things now, you know?”
“Yeah, sure, I can do nice.” Chip wracks his brain for anything light-hearted. “It was, uh, sweet how you bought that kid that book back at port. Or, well, used my money to buy it.”
“Thank you.” Gillion smiles, but it’s a tired thing. “The ability to learn is a great thing. I wouldn’t want to bar anyone from that if I can help it.”
“Yeah, yeah, always the hero.” But even as he rolls his eyes, it comes out much more fond than he’d want. “Someone’s going to exploit you for that, you know? Well, again.”
“Maybe.” Gill’s eyes catch his now, and something nervous scrambles around in his chest. “But it’s worth it.”
“Yeah. I guess.” Chip darts his eyes away, and coughs. “It’s—it’s good. Yeah. And even though I think it’s kind of stupid! I… I do admire you for it… I guess.”
“Thank you, Chip.” The smile on his face is a little more lively now. “And, you know, since you’re well versed in scamming people, maybe you can help me notice the difference.”
“Oh, I’ll try.” Chip promises, with a false bravado. “But once you’re on the path of honour, and doing good it’s, like, impossible to drag you off it, man.”
“Well, I promise I’ll listen to you.” Gillion rests his hand on Chip’s knee, and despite the coolness of his skin making its way through Chip’s pants, he feels warm. “I know you like doing good, too.”
“Well, I don’t know about—I mean, I’d like to, but—” Chip bites his tongue—trying to stop the meaningless rambling so he can gather his thoughts. “Well, I’m not you. I don’t do all that… hero crap.”
“Oh, don’t say that! You’ve helped a lot of people, Chip!”
“Shut up, you know what I mean.”
Gillion laughs a little. Squeezes his knee, before withdrawing. Chip kind of misses the touch.
For a moment, they both lapse into silence. Thoughts swirl around Chip’s mind, none of which he’s particularly interested in entertaining.
He finishes his snack, and claps Gill’s shoulder.
“C’mon.” He jumps back onto the deck. “Let’s go try and sleep, yeah?”
“Okay.”
Gillion sends him another smile that he has to look away from. Too much for the complicated tornado spinning through his brain right now.
He remembers when he wanted to get Gill to laugh at one of his jokes. Properly laugh. He used to think Gill was so uptight.
But kindness, and all the associated emotions come easy to Gill in a way they don’t come to Chip. And maybe he’s a little jealous of how easily Gillion can express his love for his crew without wrapping it up in anything else.
They say goodnight to each other. Chip checks on Jay, but she seems to be sleeping fine—didn’t even wake up when their conversation drifted closer to her.
And Chip tries to fall asleep.
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A Twisted Serenade For You, My Love - a rand/kian fic
It’s easier to be vulnerable with Kian than it is to be vulnerable with Rolan. It feels weird to admit that to himself, but it’s true.
A holdover from when they were kids, he’s sure. When Kian and him would get high together, and get a little too emotional. When it was late at night, Rand would get Kian to sneak out because he knew Kian’s parents wouldn’t care and he didn’t want to get Rolan in trouble.
He knows it isn’t mutual.
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Our Heart - a Prime Defenders fic
William has Dakota’s heart beating in his chest. Now that all the adrenaline, and shock, and excitement is wearing off it’s starting to actually hit him. Dakota’s heart. Not his original one, of course - but still undeniably his.
It’s like something out of a twisted romance movie.
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an unsent letter to Kian Stone from Rolan Deep
Kian,
I’m writing this letter to
Hi, how are you? I’m writing I hope you’re doing well. I know, I know - I should probably just call. Quicker than a letter, right? I changed my number. I don’t know if you’ll pick up I thought it might be fun to write a letter, though.
I’ve been doing well. Just moved into a new apartment, actually. So my number’s That lawyer job is finally paying off. This feels a lot more formal than I wanted it to be, haha. Sorry I just thought The nature of the medium, I guess. Like how Rand always wrote super elegantly whenever he’d DM, but everything else was a fucking mess?
And I guess I’m just used to writing formally now - with the lawyer thing. You wouldn’t believe how many dull letters I’ve sent just in the past week. Is this boring? Sorry, I didn’t want to just talk about work. I imagine your work stories are a lot more interesting than mine, after all. Maybe you could tell me a few? If you even reply
The move’s going well. maybe you could visit The neighbours seem quiet, thankfully. I haven’t met them yet, so I can’t say if they’re nice. Maybe I’ve accidentally moved right next to the biggest assholes in the building. That sounds like my luck, doesn’t it?
How are you adjusting to the big city? It’s been weird for me, even after a couple of years. It wouldn’t surprise me if you’re adjusting fine, though - you always seemed like you belonged somewhere bigger, man. I just hope they’re treating you okay over there
sorry I haven’t called
I’ll try to call more. If you’re interested, of course. My phone number’s changed. Sorry if I haven’t been answering your calls - my phone number Just let me know, man.
I’m sorry
It’s just been so busy - I’m sure you understand with your rockstar life. I’ve just been focused on trying to pass the bar and get settled at the new job. I’m sorry I’m just making excuses instead of
Anyway, enough of me rambling on. I hope this letter finds you well.
I’m writing this
I miss you.
love,
your friend,
Kind regards,
Rolan.
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A Drunken Night In Chicago - a Rolan and Kian fic
The last thing Rolan was expecting when he opened his door was Kian Stone standing in front of him.
He almost shuts the door in his face - convinced he’s dreaming. But even his wildest imagination couldn’t come up with whatever insanely flamboyant outfit Kian’s wearing.
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Exercises In Doom - Rough Draft Final Chapter (cbeeduo fic)
hiii guys anyone remember this fic of mine? well i'm not finishing it but i decided to release the bits and pieces of scenes i had already written. i'm really sorry for abandoning it</3 but i hope you can still enjoy what i've written -> i think there's around 4k extra words without the explanations and stuff?
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A Million Words Hang Between Us Both - a jrwi prime defenders fic
So, he’s doing a lot of thinking. And maybe a lot of shoving thoughts into mental boxes with the promise to unpack them later but with the intention of never touching them again, if he can help it.
Ideally, he’d like to just fall asleep. But that’s too much to ask, apparently.
At least it means he’s already awake when Dakota starts nudging him, though.
“Will.” He’s whispering, but he’s still loud in the silence of the night. “Hey, William.”
“Yeah?”
Dakota shifts, sitting up.
“Can I talk to you?”
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for more info: this is a fic with various different "could be offscreen" convos between dakota and william where they talk about the events/emotions/thoughts they're going through in the season. read it here
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Becky's Girl - a bitb fic
They stumble over each other, trying to get inside as quickly as possible. And when Rolan starts coughing from the incense, Kian ushers them both into his bedroom, shutting the door behind them.
“Man.” Rand shakes his head, water flying everywhere, to Kian’s dismay. “That came outta nowhere!”
“No, it didn’t.” Rolan peels his jumper off. “I told you it was going to rain, man.”
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Missed Opportunities and Clean Breaks - a Kian and Jesse fic
Kian might’ve made a mistake.
Of all the guys in this town he had to have a fling with it had to be Jesse. Jesse, who’s captain of the football team. Jesse, who’s one of the most popular guys in their school. Jesse, with his kind eyes, and his pretty smile that makes Kian’s chest ache-
-He’s getting off track.
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little snippet of a fic I’m not planning on finishing of rolan and kian having a little queer moment together :] putting it under the cut 💪 reblogs appreciated :]
Rolan doesn’t really drink or do drugs - at least not as much as Kian and Rand do. But being this close to Kian feels a little like being intoxicated. Like he’s getting a secondhand high from Kian’s perfume.
He’s sitting so close to Rolan he may as well be on top of him. Rolan can barely even focus on his face. All he really manages to catch is the furrow of Kian’s eyebrows and the tiny bit of his tongue poking out from his lips as he concentrates.
He’s got a hand firmly on Rolan’s face, holding it steady. The other is lifting up lipstick - the final thing to complete his look.
He draws in closer. Rolan’s breath catches. All he can smell is that stupid, flowery perfume.
Kian’s focused entirely on his task. Instructing Rolan through the process of getting the lipstick on. Hums in thought and carefully fills in the bits Rolan missed.
He pulls back abruptly. Sweeps his gaze critically over Rolan’s face. Rolan kind of wants to drag him right back in. Feels a little cold without him.
But then Kian’s face is breaking out into an easy, pretty grin and he’s searching around to hand Rolan a mirror.
The spell that was between them breaks even further. The intoxication draining from Rolan’s body entirely as he remembers why, exactly, Kian was so close to him in the first place.
He fumbles to receive the mirror. Promptly shoves any and all stray thoughts he had during this process to a sealed off box in the back of his mind.
“You look great, dude!”
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end notes: so uhh there’s a lot of context to this that’s entirely in mine and kai’s dms but the gist of it is rolan is trying out drag. sorry that it ended so abruptly but if I do write more I’ll prob finish it and put it on ao3 :]
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dndads glenn/morgan fic :]
Morgan is stretched out on the couch reading a book.
“Hey, babe.” Glenn says.
Which is the only warning she gets as he flops down on top of her. She laughs, pulling her book out of the way as he does. Brushes some of his hair back so it’s not trapped between them. He slots his head neatly under her chin, nuzzling into her neck. Wraps his arms around her as best as he can. Then with a sigh, he lets himself settle.
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"Can I draw on your arm?" for the dialogue prompts and if you want characters william n dakota? if you would like
not super long but here you go! this is like.. super early on when they still went to class so they don’t know each other Super well. putting under a read more ^_^
William can think of a million better things he could be doing with his time right now apart from sitting in this class.
It’s boring. He doesn’t think he’s learning anything. He’s about two seconds away from passing out because he didn’t sleep well the night before.
Surely, there’s a crime they need to stop. Like, statistically there’s probably a crime happening out there right now that they could be stopping.
His book is empty of any notes. He doesn’t think the teacher has said anything important in the last half hour. And at least he has Dakota in this class, but Dakota’s scribbling in his own book. Not notes, of course. Just random abstract shapes and what is probably Ms. G.
Dakota must notice his staring because he looks over at him with suspicion on his face as he guards the drawings with his arms.
Then he seems to clock that William isn’t doing any work either and smiles.
With a quick glance to make sure the teacher isn’t watching, he scribbles something down in his book, tears it out, and passes to William. He accepts it with baffled amusement.
It’s not like he’s never passed notes before, but they’re far enough at the back of the classroom that Dakota probably could’ve just whispered. And then William remembers Dakota attempts at whispering and figures this was probably the right move.
He opens the note up.
Can I draw on your arm?
And two little boxes. Yes or no.
He could just nod and hold his arm out but he wants to see this exchange through properly. He ticks yes. Passes the note back, and leaves his arm there.
Dakota grins, and shifts his seat closer. William lets him manoeuvre his arm until he’s apparently found a comfortable drawing position. Then he starts drawing… well, William can’t really see it from this position. But it feels like the same kind of stuff he was drawing in his book before. Abstract shapes.
Hopefully not Ms. G. Although, Dakota would jump at the chance to give someone else a Ms. G tattoo.
Probably.
Or maybe not. Maybe that would be considered a threat to his number one Ms. G fan status.
The feeling of the pen pressing into his skin is strangely soothing. It’s definitely not helping him with his attempt to not fall asleep. But he turns it into a guessing game. Tries to figure out what Dakota’s drawing.
He’s thoroughly distracted from class now, but at least it’s something to do.
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JRWI Fic Recs but they're all My Fics
aka a place to put all my fics in one spot -> i've written for riptide, prime defenders, apotheosis, and blood in the bayou
(side note: i'm going to be updating this post whenever i post a new fic so please make sure to check out the original post just in case the version u come across isn't the most recent ^_^)
reblogging this post is welcome and i'd really appreciate any kudos and comments on the fics themselves ^_^ hope you guys enjoy<3
Prime Defenders:
A Million Words Hang Between Us Both: set during season 2 (written before ep 15 was released) this is a series of late night conversations between william and dakota! a snippet from the first one: "So, he’s doing a lot of thinking. And maybe a lot of shoving thoughts into mental boxes with the promise to unpack them later but with the intention of never touching them again, if he can help it. Ideally, he’d like to just fall asleep. But that’s too much to ask, apparently. At least it means he’s already awake when Dakota starts nudging him, though." it has 1 chapter and is 12.8k words long
Failed Successfully: ghostkicks getting together (in a qpr) fic set during season 2! here's a snippet: "William is having a wonderful time not sleeping and totally isolating himself from the rest of the group. Really, he is. He shouldn’t be surprised that someone comes to find him. He shouldn’t be surprised it’s Dakota." fic is 2.3k words and 1 chapter
Our Heart: as the title suggests -> a fic about william getting dakota's heart and kind of acting weirdgirl and hopeless romantic about it! a snippet: "William has Dakota’s heart beating in his chest. Now that all the adrenaline, and shock, and excitement is wearing off it’s starting to actually hit him. Dakota’s heart. Not his original one, of course - but still undeniably his. It’s like something out of a twisted romance movie." fic is 1.5k words long and 1 chapter
Designed to Destroy: villain what-if fic set after the oneshot. mostly focused on a headcanon i have about how william's powers work in this universe aka -> he dies constantly lol here's a snippet: "William knows it’s going to be a bad day as soon as he wakes up. To be honest, he was kind of hoping he’d managed to avoid the consequences of using his powers too much this time around but apparently not!" 2k words and 1 chapter
Prompt Fic 1: "Can I draw on your arm?" With William and Dakota bored at school
Prompt Fic 2: "Let's listen to music together." + "Can I draw on your arm?" with ashe and dakota
gotten kind of long so putting these under the cut now. again, please check original post for updates
Blood in the Bayou:
The Girl In The Diner: two scenes both centred around Rolan and Kian in a diner (kian pov) 1 is set in highschool and the other is set post-canon. here's a snippet: "It’s late. Much later than Rolan would prefer to be up, Kian knows. But he’s sitting across from him anyway, sipping on his milkshake and occasionally grabbing fries from the basket between them." it's 3.4k words and 1 chapter
The Mind Explosion: kian character study! set a couple years pre-canon -> here's a snippet: "Kian Stone wants to keep his work life and his rockstar life separate. No, he needs to keep his work life and his rockstar life separate. It’s a matter of survival." 600words and 1 chapter
Missed Opportunities and Clean Breaks: kian pov fic about his relationship with jesse! here's a snippet: "Kian might’ve made a mistake. Of all the guys in this town he had to have a fling with it had to be Jesse. Jesse, who’s captain of the football team. Jesse, who’s one of the most popular guys in their school. Jesse, with his kind eyes, and his pretty smile that makes Kian’s chest ache--He’s getting off track." 1.6k words and 1 chapter
Becky's Girl: kind of a sequel to missed opportunities but you don't necessarily need to read it first! kian pov fic of rolan and rand trying to find out the nature of his relationship with jesse/why he's been so weird lately. snippet: "Which is when he sees Rolan - frozen by his closet door with Jesse’s football jacket gripped tight in his hands. He feels faint." 2.9k words and 1 chapter
A Drunken Night In Chicago: rolan pov fic of kian showing up to his apartment in chicago! this is like a pre-canon relationship study. here's a snippet: "Kian flew all the way to Chicago just to see him. And Rolan knows he couldn’t have been drunk the entire time, right? Somewhere along the line Kian was in his rational, sober mind and he still committed to this trip." 3.7k words and 1 chapter
A Twisted Serenade For You, My Love: post-canon rand pov getting together fic with kian! leans into kian's trauma wrt his death. here's a snippet: "It’s easier to be vulnerable with Kian than it is to be vulnerable with Rolan. It feels weird to admit that to himself, but it’s true. A holdover from when they were kids, he’s sure. When Kian and him would get high together, and get a little too emotional." 4.2k words and 1 chapter
An Unsent Letter To Kian Stone From Rolan Deep: exactly what it says lol. not sure exactly how many words it is but it's definitely not a long read. set during the 10year Galloway Gap kind of early on comparatively but a good couple years has passed since they left
Riptide:
Ferin Well Eventually: this is a post ep 53 fic from gillion's pov! here's a snippet: "His chest still hurts from the impact of the arrow - the potion healing whatever major damage it could find, but not quite being strong enough to heal all of it. It will most likely leave a scar. He has mixed feelings on that." mostly focused on jay and gillion's dynamic but there's some chip and gillion convo about the whole thing too. it's 2.5k words and 1 chapter
Chip Sexuality Crisis Fic (unfinished): 1.3k words set sometimes after ep 21 lol -> here's a snippet: "Chip is not gay. There are a lot of uncertain things about his life but the one thing he does know is that fact. He likes women. And he’d probably know by now if he likes men too. He is not gay. He is not in love with his best friend. And he is not still thinking about the kiss. And the fact that the latter is definitely a lie probably doesn’t bode well for the others. Whatever."
Apotheosis:
Sweet Dreams: peter pov hurt/comfort fic here's a snippet: "The first thing Peter sees when he wakes is Rumi kneeling over him. And for a second, with the power of Rumi’s magic dulling the pain, he is sure that he’s died and Rumi is the angel welcoming him to heaven." fic is 2.5k words and 1 chapter
The Gamble: rumi pov fic character study of sorts with a specific emphasis on tending to wounds (the way rumi would for peter but wouldn't allow peter to for him) here's a snippet: "The thing about Peter Sqloint is that Rumi’s been dreaming of him for months. Oh sure, he couldn’t remember much of the details - not until he’s glancing around the tavern and his eyes catch on Peter’s face, which is when everything suddenly clicks. When he knows his destiny - everything he’s been waiting for - is mere moments away from starting." fic is 3.8k words and 2 chapters
Healing, Or Something Close To It: peter pov fic set a couple of days after the finale of him and elena sort of.. dealing with/processing everything that happened. here's a snippet: "This is the first inn they’ve seen since they defeated Zuen. It’s a little rundown, not that Peter particularly cares since it’s honestly nicer than his old apartment. It’s a decently sized inn, packed to the brim with people still celebrating the sky’s return." fic is 5.5k words and 1 chapter
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