#flourchildwrites

[ryanthel0ser]

I'd like to take a moment to shoutout the SteinMarie fic that took the candles lesson that Soul and Maka have where they nearly ruin their soul wavelengths and then not only had Stein go through it with Marie during their student days but instead of fighting they end up kissing

Like you cooked so hard there, thank you for the meal, I have not stopped thinking about it, I might re-read the whole thing right now

#“Worthy” by flourchildwrites on AO3 btw #fics about their partnership as teens my beloved #i've done some light reading the past two days <- i've read at least half of the steinmarie fics on AO3 #steinmarie #stein x marie #franken stein #dr stein #marie mjolnir #soul eater

[lostcauses-noregrets]

what are some of your favorite eruri fics that have come out recently?

There are so many fabulous authors writing Eruri fic at the moment, I've only got through a fraction of my to-read list. Here's a few of my recent favourites though.

Chopping Block by @flecksofpoppy Poppy is one of my all time favourite authors so I was thrilled when they filled one of my eSims for Gaza prompts.

Charon by @flourchildwrites I love sci-fi fics. There have been a few fabulous ones in the Eruri fandom over the years and this intriguing story is right up there.

shattered dreams and broken souls by JustRaven I've been following Raven's gorgeous Eruris on ice fic for ages, so I was thrilled when it updated recently.

Solace by ondvind A beautifully poignant canonverse post-ACWNR fic that makes me nostalgic for the early days of the fandom.

the best worst thing by @huxandthehound A lovely little short, sweet, colleague AU by another of my favourite writers.

call it dreaming by theorchidinthecanyon The record shop fic. I love everything about this fic and the playlists are just the icing on the cake.

Listo by drowsycricket One of my favourites from last year. A really original Circus AU where Erwin and Levi are trapeze artists. I became slightly obsessed with the trapeze videos posted at the end of each chapter to demonstrate the tricks.

When in doubt, use violence by no_tengo_porque This magnum-opus has now reached its penultimate chapter. I need to catch up with the last 3 chapters and I've been putting it off because I don't want this incredible roller coaster of a fic to end.

#asks #eruri #fic rec #snk

[dollypopup]

You are obviously THE Stein/Marie person of the Soul Eater fandom. Couple questions if you’d be so kind.

Any fanfics besides your own you’d recommend for Stein/Marie?

Also, would you mind sharing whatever your thoughts are on Stein and Spirit’s relationship?

(I finally finished the manga, so I can dive into your fics at last without fear of spoilers! 😊)

Oh wow! I am? Haha, I just love them so much as a couple! I think they bring out the absolute best in each other, and several years after the fact, I do still get giddy about them as a pair! That warms my heart that so many years later, people think of me when they think of this pairing <3

I have soooo many fanfic recommendations! I made a post ages ago about them, you can find it HERE but since making it there have been several great stories that have come out.

If You Read Anything, Read This

Worthy by @flourchildwrites (the best SteinMarie fic ever written. Period. and I'll say that with my entire chest over and over again. An exploration of them growing up together as Meister-Weapon pair. Poignant, perfectly in character, and so so well written)

Marie's Guide to Dating a Self-Proclaimed Sociopath by @ohmytheon (anything ohmytheon writes that's SteinMarie is a guaranteed BANGER. every single time. other fantastic fics by them include Just Breathe , From Great Heights , Who Did I Think We Were? , and if M and E are more your style, Sexology and there's something at work in my soul (FMA AU!!! brilliantly made)

Some one shots that are fun reads

Fluff

20/20 vision by supine_with_stein (eclaire_and_pocky)

Study Buddy

False Alarm! by benedicteggs

I Simply Must Be Loving You by lukieee

Cold Hands, Warm Heart by thehopelessunromantic (DoctorCannoli)

Kid Fics

Room for Two by MicrosuedeMouse

Paradigm Shift

Father Figure by benjaminfinns

Angst

Not Quite Lichtenberg by Webtrinsic

Becoming Naive by raspberryfanfics

Smut

Stitched by secret_wanderer19

As for Stein and Spirit, I'll put that one under a read more

I have some complicated feelings about Stein and Spirit. I think what Stein did to him is an irreparable harm, honestly, to the point where even at the end of the Manga and Series, Spirit has a lot of complex PTSD to work through regarding him. He's his watchdog, his babysitter, chained to him through circumstance whether he wants it or not. Spirit is a lonely man. I don't know how often that's discussed, but by the end of the series, truly, Spirit has lost everything.

At the start of it, this dynamic is different. Stein is the one who has nothing to his name save his talents when he first comes to and leaves the DWMA, and Spirit is the one who has everything. He has friends, a family. A daughter and a wife and a good job, a good meister. THE best meister, arguably, considering he is Lord Death's weapon. And then he ends it with nothing: a shattered relationship with his daughter he is still in the midst of attempting to fix, an ex-wife who cannot stand to be in the same country as him, friends who roll their eyes at his antics, a dead meister, a dead God.

You contrast this with Stein, who begins with nothing. A belief he cannot love, cannot be close to anyone, who experiments on his partner like a lab rat, distancing himself from the realities of this breach of trust. And then he ends the series with everything Spirit once had, on the up and up. A loving partner, close connections, a position of authority in his workplace, a daughter on the way.

Stein and Spirit are foils, when one is heads up, the other is tails. And I think there's a lot that Spirit wants to say to him that he can't, because he still has fear toward Stein. Very justifiable fear. And in truth, though I think Stein has some form of comradery with Spirit, he doesn't view him as a full person, which leads to a very strained relationship between them, if it can be truly called such. They're drawn together partly against their will, partly through circumstance, partly through the past. They have a lot to work through if they actually want to be friends (something I personally wouldn't consider them), but I think the reality is that Stein wasn't sorry, and that will always be a wall between them that will be insurmountable. He doesn't have remorse for what he did to Spirit, and I think Spirit may always feel some kind of way about 'What was it about me? You could do that to me but not to someone else? To Marie?'

Spirit has a lot to work through, personally, and Stein exacerbates that because he is the wound that Spirit cannot ever fully heal. Stein was, in many ways, Spirit's first heartbreak. Part of why he drinks, part of why he looks for escape in other things, other people. And though time has softened that, though Spirit may show up to a wedding (if there is one) or to visit Baby Shelley (my own HC for the baby girl he and Marie have), there will always have to be some distance there, so Spirit doesn't fully break.

And for Stein? I think Stein considered Spirit his friend at first, and then his warden afterward. Come to check on him to make sure he hasn't found his end at the wrong side of a scalpel. Wandering into his home with deadened eyes and distance on Death's account. At the end, on the Battle of the Moon, when Spirit says he watches out for him more than he does his own daughter, it's not born out of tenderness, but obligation. And with Death dead and the world beginning in new form, I don't think even that will be in place, anymore.

And truthfully? I think that distance is what may truly help him heal.

Thank you so much for your ask! <3 <3

#steinmarie #soul eater

[damianyazine]

Contributor Lineup

Attention Eden Academy! We are proud to present you the incoming Imperial Scholars of Stars & Dreams: A Damianya Zine! Please give them a warm welcome!

(All handles are for Twitter unless stated or linked.)

@knmoca / @potlood77 / @moonouiis / @arrrcbeetle / @riori.png (IG) / @kawama_rei / @tiarpopdind / @kaygoldio / @misk_71 / @1alchemistart

@mageofspace / @ohpenyo / @reishichi / @YumeiroAme / @aisudoki / @yumenoqu (IG) / @drawnbymabel / @atsuboo / @catrollcake / @cristina_blis

@Kinigoni / @giushia / @tsukisyama / @flourchildwrites / @hiwaqa / @cokaleee / @bloody_anya / @aidemintt / @chaasiu / @cavsansspice / @meomoicecr

#spy x family #spy family #damianya #anya forger #damian desmond #sxf anya #sxf damian #sxf #daminaya zine

[regardingroyai]

Tagged by the wonderful @waddiwitch — many thanks to you :) 

list 10 songs with 10 names in the titles that i like, and then tag 10 people. 

In keeping with this blog’s general content, I am listing musical pieces from Akira Senju’s original soundtrack for Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood. The names in the titles include a code name and some place names. 

The pieces are listed here in order of their appearance on the soundtrack. Although there are only 10 pieces in this list, I like the whole soundtrack, and I enjoy listening to it while making collages. 

Main Theme ~The Fullmetal Alchemist~

Nightfall in Central City

Spiral of Truth

Far East Suite

Trisha’s Lullaby

Mount Briggs ~Overture~

Xing Symphony ~Overture~

Daylight in Amestris

The Land of Ishvala

Resembool’s Lullaby

Tagging the wonderful @flourchildwrites​, @pinceauarcenciel​, @areyousanta, @prettywitchiusaka, @lastwagontrainhopper, @harcidian, @lonepiper5758, @musing-and-music, @scienceoftheidiot, and @aicasey​ — if you would enjoy listing and tagging :)

[nightofnyx8]

Tagged by the wonderful @puolain thank you! ❤️

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway

The Woman in Red: Two months, three weeks, and five days. That was how long it had been since they’d truly had a night to themselves. 

These Beautiful Lies We Tell Ourselves: Yor Briar turns thirteen years old the day she’s assigned her first kill.

but i'd risk it all just to be with you: Out of all the things he left behind, his cardigan was the only thing she ever touched.

there ain't enough room for us both on the throne: It was exhilarating, to say the least.

All the Things We Cannot Say: If there ever were a spy who indulged themselves beyond the point of conspicuousness, it would have to be his handler. 

and you'll get lost when you're led by blind faith: It rains the day she’s born, the cold October sleet pattering like tiny fingers pressed up against the windowpanes.

Hook, Line, and Sinker: General Raven was dead.

Catch Me If You Can: Despite his namesake, Agent Twilight most often preferred working under the cover of complete darkness.

Three Little Words: She's always loved his hands

Interpose: “Did you know, children, that when you look up at the stars, you are really looking into the past?”

tagging @klainelynch @jedidragonwarriorqueen @whateversawesome @goneadrift @flourchildwrites and whoever else wants to :)

#k but these beautiful lies we tell ourselves is def my favorite first line I've ever written :) #asks #writing

[klainelynch]

Thank you @jedidragonwarriorqueen for tagging me!

Rules: write the latest line from your wip and tag as many people as there are words in the line. make a new post, don’t reblog.

“C’mon - let’s keep everyone safe with this super important patrol.”

And just for fun, this is the line immediately preceding that one. Would have been twice as many people if I’d ended the scene here!

“Well, it sure doesn’t hurt my opinion of the Hawk’s Eye,” he said, and crushed the cigarette under his boot.

Tagging @flourchildwrites @fullmetalscullyy @musing-and-music @roseofbattles @lantur @waddiwasiwitch @blackinkpen @iammistressofmyfate @itsmoonpeaches @dairogo if you’re interested - no pressure!

#wip

[khrysopoeia]

Last Line Tag Game

I got tagged by @jedidragonwarriorqueen

rules: write the latest line from your wip and tag as many people as there are words in the line. make a new post, don’t reblog.

"Keeping the fact that you're a fucking wizard secret counts as hiding who you are, Roy."

No pressure tags for: @goneadrift @swearingintengwar @flourchildwrites @xmedea @vadeofspades @megthemighty @poppy-pelican @firewood-figs @lantur @blackinkpen @borkthemork @x-rainflame-x @envythepalmtree @loquaciousquark @okiedoketm @scentedbygunpowder

I do not even really know all of you, but... maybe?

#tag game #fic snippet #urban fantasy au #roy mustang

[teaplease1717]

Title: Ashes of Love and War - ch 25

Relationship: Todoroki Shouto / Yaoyorozu Momo

Rating: Mature

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21638800/chapters/97865025

Commission: Flndahf

And, as always, big thank you to my betas FlourChildWrites, AOwinterOA, and Wind_and_Sky22!

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Chapter 25: We Are (Not) Victors

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Curses and the sound of scrapping metal pierced through the dark, as pungent odors of blood and burned wood overlaid the calming scent of Dicaea’s seaside breeze. While men continued to clash outside the burning tavern, the wind picked up, spreading the scent of soldering iron mixed with rust throughout the city.

A giant dagger whistled towards Shouto. He ducked, avoiding the enlarged blade. It sliced past him and embedded itself into a slaver’s chest behind him. 

 The slaver cried out in pain, but Shouto didn’t pause to check on him. He raised Endeavor and rushed forward. 

 Trumpet’s guard unleashed more daggers. The small blades pulsed and grew five times their normal size as they accelerated towards him. 

 Shouto skidded to a stop, and swept Endeavor up into a wide arc. The sword blurred as it cut through the air, colliding with the metal blades and tossing them aside. The daggers smashed into the stone street around Shouto’s feet, cracking the ground and throwing pebbles into the air like hail. 

 The attack had thrown Shouto’s momentum off.  As he readjusted, the guard pulled a long blade from a holster at his waist. 

 Years of experience took over. Shouto spun, bringing Endeavor up in time to parry the attack. Over the mayhem winding through the street, there was a metallic shriek of swords colliding. The force shoved Shouto and the guard apart. 

 Shouto swept back. Not hesitating, he jutted out his left hand. A burning sensation spread along Shouto’s palm; bright luminescent red and gold flames poured out, engulfing his opponent.

 The man screamed, writhing in agony. The guard stumbled backwards. He slammed into the side of the burning barn.

 There was a loud roar as if a beast hidden inside the wooden structure had awoken. Red and amber flames turned a livid purple as the beast devoured its sacrifice. The abrasive smell of burning flesh gushed out, stinging Shouto's nose. He stepped forward and slid Endeavor across the man's throat, silencing his piercing screams. 

 Breathing heavily, Shouto wiped at the sweat dripping down his forehead and looked up.

 The fire had spread. Flames licked up into the air from the barn, reaching out with red tendrils to catch onto anything within reach. The fire had climbed over to the main tavern. It had eaten up the sides of the walls and crackled along the roof. Within a few minutes, it would spread to the other houses.

 He had to find Yaoyorozu. They needed to leave.

 Shouto glanced towards the tavern's front door. The ice used to jam the doorway was broken and melting; shattered pieces of verglas lay in crystalized shards across the ground. 

 Yaoyorozu must have escaped. Shouto turned to see where the others were. Bigshot was across the street, holding his own as he defended himself against two slavers. His other men were battling back to back. The road was covered in blood. 

 A cold creeping sensation settled in Shouto’s chest as he swept his gaze over the battle. Where was Yaoyorozu?

 Shouto's throat tightened. He turned, eyes darting around the periphery of the battlefield, hoping to catch a glimpse of Yaoyorozu standing safely away — keeping her promise not to join the fight. And Shouto’s stomach dropped.

 It felt like the day Troy had fallen. 

 The claustrophobic panic was almost tangible. A few men scampered around like ants, holding vases of water, trying to stem the fire's wrath to little success. Others were stripped of all social conditioning; they raced away from the scene, each person for themselves. 

 The blood drained from his face, and Shouto's stomach lurched with a sudden pang of sickening nausea. Yaoyorozu wasn’t there. 

 His heart pounded faster and faster in his ears as he scanned the crowd again. She couldn’t still be in the tavern, could she? But then, who had shattered the ice coating the door? 

 Shouto felt dizzy with panic. It was like his stomach had turned to acid, dissolving him from the inside as fear clawed up his throat. 

 Behind him, there was a sudden sickening crunch. The ground trembled, and a few men and women within the crowd lost their balance and fell, screaming.

 Shouto turned sharply. His eyes darted towards the body lying indented into the stone road, and he almost collapsed with relief. 

 It wasn’t Yaoyorozu. 

 The worry twisting in Shouto's stomach uncoiled slightly as his gaze skimmed over the bloody, limp body of a giant. Suddenly, a shadow spread over the man’s bleeding, cracked limbs. Shouto raised his head to follow the side of the burning tavern up to the roof, and the world stilled.

 Shouto knew it was impossible, but for a moment, it felt as if he forgot how to breathe as his gaze locked on the figure of a woman illuminated by pearlescent moonlight.

 Yaoyorozu. 

 She was beautiful — that was the only thing Shouto could think as he gazed at her standing on the roof of the tavern, spear in hand.

 Fire burned around her feet. Yaoyorozu’s hair was messy but still held in a high ponytail that curled around her pale face. Blood and ash smeared her cheeks. Against the moonlight, she looked as if she were a vengeful goddess of victory standing over the battlefield in judgement.

 Shouto’s heart shook. His legs felt weak, and he found it hard to breathe as he continued to stare at her. 

 He wanted to go to her. 

 He wanted to kiss her hand in reverence and offer her his devotion. Shouto swallowed and took a step forward.

 To the left, there was a violent crack as something landed against the stone street. Shouto jolted out of his trance. He twisted around, brought Endeavor up, and paused.

 The street was covered in a gooey white substance. In the middle of the slime, there was a woman with pink skin and curly, short rosy hair — the wood nymph.

 Standing up from a crouch, the nymph looked at Shouto. Her black eyes hardened, and she raised her hands up as if to fight.

 “Ashido!” Yaoyorozu's voice called from the roof.

 The nymph instantly stilled.

 “Stay right there! Todoroki is on our side.”

 The nymph looked back at Shouto. She crinkled her nose before abruptly spinning and kicking a slaver Shouto hadn’t noticed in the stomach. The man shot backwards and into the crowd.

 The attack wrenched Shouto back into the present. The fight was still going on. Bigshot and Mick were the only ones still standing of the four that had come to save the innkeeper’s brother. The other two men were crumpled on the floor along with a number of slavers.

 In the distance, the sound of heavy footsteps hurried closer. The city guard, Shouto realized belatedly. His mouth went dry.

 Shouto spun back around. He sheathed Endeavor and rushed forward. “Yaoyorozu!”

 Her eyes darted down. A flicker of emotion softened her features. “Todoroki!”

 “Are you okay?”

 “I’m fine.” She glanced behind her with a worried expression and then back at him. Her face tensed. “But I’ll have to find another way down. The fire is spreading too quickly.”

 “We don’t have time.” Shouto held out his arms. “Jump!”

 Yaoyorozu jerked back. “What?” Her voice caught in alarm.

 “I’ll catch you,” Shouto said with more force. He stepped forward, arms extended. “Hurry!” When she still hesitated, he added, “The city guard is almost here.”

 Yaoyorozu glanced behind her and then back at him, her expression stiff. She swallowed visibly. “You better catch me.” Her voice wavered.

 Shouto looked up and met her gaze. 

 “I will.”

 Yaoyorozu took a deep breath. Then she threw her spear from the roof. It clattered as it hit the ground. She took a half-step back and, hesitating only for a moment, vaulted off the roof.

 It happened quickly; Shouto stepped forward, arms raised. Yaoyorozu’s body dropped through the air like a downed bird. Then the world seemed to stop, and Shouto found Yaoyorozu in his grasp. One of his arms wrapped under her legs as the other circled around Yaoyorozu’s back. 

 Shouto let out a breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding as Yaoyorozu’s body melted into his arms. She leaned her head against his chest, her arms twining around his neck. A flicker of warmth spread through Shouto’s body before being doused by the nymph’s cry.

 "Get back, or I'll melt you!" 

 Shouto spun, fingers tightening around Yaoyorozu. Around the perimeter, soldiers pushed through the chaos to encircle the battle.

 The fighting abruptly ceased; both slavers, Bigshot, and Mick lowered their weapons and stumbled backwards as the group of soldiers advanced, spears raised.

 Shouto’s stomach twisted. It was what he’d feared — the city guard had arrived. 

 A tall man with a droopy dog-like face stepped forward from the soldiers. “Lay down your weapons! You are in violation of city laws and will be held responsible before a jury.” His voice snapped with authority.

 Yaoyorozu’s arms tensed around Shouto’s neck. He felt her heartbeat reverberate through his chest, matching his own. Shouto took a step back, his gaze sweeping over the men surrounding them. They needed to find a way out of the situation and fast.

 “Todoroki,” Yaoyorozu whispered; her voice wavered with uncertainty.

 His fingers twitched. It was obvious just from holding her that Yaoyorozu was exhausted. She might even pass out again if Shouto put her down to fight.

 Close by, Bigshot and Mick were panting heavily. They wouldn’t be able to fight the city guard either. The only one who seemed in relatively decent shape to continue was the nymph, but Shouto didn’t know if he could rely on her.

 He ground his teeth in frustration. He needed to keep calm. It would be difficult to fight their way out of this. He'd have to find another way to get free.

 He had to. He’d never let them take Yaoyorozu from him. Shouto clenched his jaw and tried to think.

 If he were alone, Shouto wouldn’t have cared about facing punishment. Most crimes ended in monetary payment or, worst case, expulsion. However, it was the former punishment Shouto was most worried about.

 If he was heavily fined for the damages and released slaves, Dicaea could take Yaoyorozu as compensation. They would beat her, maybe even call for her death. And Shouto would never allow any of that to happen. 

 His stomach burned, as if his flames had been lit inside his gut. The only option was to make a run for it.

 As Shouto was thinking, the nymph growled and stepped forward. “How dare you! I demand me and my saviors’ release!”

 The head guard looked down at the nymph, and his expression flickered with hesitance before smoothing out. He lowered his head slightly as if in respect. “Nymph, you may pass. I do not have the power or wish to hold you, but unfortunately, too much destruction has been caused to let the others leave.” He looked to his men, and his voice turned hard. “Send them to the desmoterion.”

 The nymph’s pink face darkened, flashing crimson.

 “Wait! Ashido!” Yaoyorozu called.

 It was too late.

 Ashido stepped forward. Her hands coated themselves with the wet, slippery magic she had used earlier. She unleashed the enchantment. It hit the head guard directly in his droopy dog-like face. 

 He stumbled back with a cry of alarm. “Arrest them!”

 The city guard stepped forward as one, their spears pointed out.

 Shouto took a careful step back as the soldiers moved closer. He had to think. There must be something he could do to defuse the situation. Over the oppressive silence, the sound of wooden wheels could be heard.

 The guards stilled. Men and women, who had calmed down with the guard’s arrival and were standing along the periphery of the street, began to shift and grow restless as the sound of a racing cart amplified. 

 Then there was a scream of terror. People dived out of the way, and in a scene similar to what Shouto had experienced earlier in the night, an oxen-drawn cart smashed through the throngs of onlookers.

 Shouto stared wide-eyed at Tetsu-Tetsu and Kendo’s wooden wagon appeared. His heart felt as if it had jumped into his mouth. 

 The cart stopped right at the edge of the soldiers with a heavy pitch. The crowd screamed and pushed to get away from the street as the situation devolved.

 “Todoroki! Get on!” Tetsu-Tetsu’s brusque voice screamed over the mayhem unfolding.

 He stood at the front of the cart, like a beacon among the chaos. The soldiers froze, eyes wide and shocked. The dog-faced captain snapped out of his confusion first.

 “Stop!” he roared in outrage. 

 The captain grabbed a spear from one of his men and launched himself at Tetsu-Tetsu. But before he could take two steps, a small man with gray speckled hair and beard jumped from the cart and slammed his feet into the guard’s face, sending him backwards. 

 The old man turned and began tearing through the soldiers, breaking their formation. Shouto’s eyes widened as a flash of hooves appeared, kicking out and pushing the soldiers back. It was Gran Torino and he was —

 A satyr? 

 Shouto didn’t have time to process his confusion. Gran Torino slammed a hoofed foot into a guard's stomach, then flipped back, landing in front of Shouto. 

 “Go! Son of Eres! Get the nymph out of here,” Gran Torino shouted over his shoulder. 

 “We'll cover for you,” Bigshot said, before he and Mick lunged forward, swinging their weapons as well. 

 “Wait!” Yaoyorozu cried after them. She squirmed in Shouto’s grip as she tried to get down. He tightened his hold and pulled her into his chest. “Your brother! He- he saved our lives!”

 Bigshot’s feet faltered. He turned and gave Yaoyorozu a thumb’s up. His expression was a mixture of sadness and acceptance. A small forced smile tugged across his lips, and Shouto realized he had already known that his brother wouldn’t make it. 

 Shouto spun around. “Ashido! Grab the spear.”

 The nymph darted towards Yaoyorozu’s weapon and scooped it up. They took off towards the cart, darting through the pathway Gran Torino opened for them.

 Hagakure scrambled to the side and pulled the nymph up. Shouto hoisted Momo in before climbing up after her.

 “We all good?” Kendo asked, glancing behind her. 

 “Yes, we’re ready,” Yaoyorozu said.

 Tetsu-Tetsu snapped the reins, and the oxen took off. They hurried back the way they had come.

 The sound of screams and weapons sliding against each other rang behind them as the cart lurched forward, and they began moving towards the mountains in the west.

 Shouto jerked his gaze back.

 The city commander roared in rage as the cart sped away. One of his subordinates rushed forward, spear held up. He threw it at the cart.

 Shouto’s stomach tightened. His hand dropped to Endeavor as the spear left the man’s hand. It whistled through the air at the cart and then missed — by a large margin.

 Shouto stared for a moment before his shoulders dropped down in relief. He sank down into the cart next to Yaoyorozu and leaned back against the wooden boards as the cart continued careening forward through Dicaea’s streets.

 The houses thinned, and the stone street grew uneven as they reached the edge of the city. Then they rattled over a stone bridge, and they were out of Dicaea. 

 It was over. Shouto drew in a deep breath and then noticed a muffled noise next to him. He looked over. Yaoyorozu held a hand to her mouth as her body trembled.

 Shouto blinked before his eyebrows pulled down in confusion. Was she… Was Yaoyorozu laughing?

 Yaoyorozu’s body continued to shake, and a strange feeling began to bubble in Shouto’s stomach, working its way up to his chest. It was warm. Buoyant. Foreign. The feeling filled his heart, and suddenly Shouto was filled with laughter as well. 

 It wasn’t a closed mouthed laugh that Shouto had become accustomed to, but a full laugh — something he hadn’t experienced since childhood. Shouto pitched forward as his body trembled, and he laughed without restraint.

 They had done it. They escaped.

 Yaoyorozu turned to him. She pressed her forehead to his bicep, her hand dropping away from her mouth to grasp his forearm as she continued to tremble with laughter against his side.

 “When you two love birds are done with whatever you are doing, why don’t you introduce me?” Ashido said grumpily. Her voice held a hint of haughtiness and exasperation as she, along with the other three, watched them.

 But even that didn’t bother Shouto.

 Yaoyorozu pulled back slightly, wiping at her eyes. “Sorry,” she said, sitting up with a wide smile.

 The warm feeling in Shouto’s chest spread when Yaoyorozu didn’t correct her.

 “The one driving is Tetsu-Tetsu, and that’s his wife Kendo; they are weaponsmiths. And this is Hagakure, who I met right before you,” Momo said.

 “Yaomomo saved me as well!” Hagakure cried.

 Ashido’s expression morphed, and she smiled, obviously happy to no longer be ignored. “Nice to meet y’all. So, where are we going anyways?”

 Tetsu-Tetsu huffed. “As far away from here as possible.” 

 “Kaminari said he’d meet up with us somewhere outside the city,” Shouto explained, looking back at the nymph.

 “Kaminari said that?” Ashido’s eyes lit up. “Oh! I can’t wait to get back home! I’m still feeling funny…” she sighed dramatically, slumping over Hagakure, who squeaked out in surprise.

 Shouto chuckled and then tuned out the nymph as she continued on. He leaned back against the wooden panels and settled in. Yaoyorzu scooted closer before leaning against his side.

 A smile pulled at Shouto’s lips, and he wound an arm around her waist, pulling Yaoyorozu closer.

 She glanced up at him, eyes wide before her body relaxed, and she smiled in a way that Shouto had never seen before.

 His chest tightened. Shouto glanced away as heat spread up his neck. He felt breathless and intense exhilaration at the same time. And a voice in the back of his mind — that Shouto had been absentmindedly ignoring — reasoned that it may be okay if the curse was never lifted. 

#ashes of love and war #todoroki shouto #Yaoyorozu Momo #todomomo #todoroki x yaoyorozu #My writing #My Story #bnha fanfiction

[ao3feed-todoroki]

The Suicide King

The Suicide King by flourchildwrites

Dabi is neither a phoenix nor a martyr. He is a pyre of a man, sentient kindling fueled by a vendetta and bound with crude surgical staples — a suicide king to the bitter end.

Written for the Dabi Big Bang 2022

Words: 2454, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Bubaigawara Jin | Twice, Toga Himiko, Sako Atsuhiro | Mr. Compress, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor

Relationships: Dabi | Todoroki Touya & Todoroki Enji | Endeavor

Additional Tags: One Shot, Missing Scene, Angst, Introspection, Sins of the Father, Revenge, King of Hearts "Suicide King" Playing Card Analogy, Suicidal Thoughts, Character Study, Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Manga Spoilers, Dabi Big Bang 2022

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43431627

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Dabi #♦ #Dabi #Touya Todoroki #Jin Bubaigawara #Twice #Enji Todoroki #Sako Atsuhiro #🔥 #💢 #🏮 #R:M #W:S #A:Flourchild #Mental Illness #Angst

[ao3feed-bnha-girls]

Moe Moe Kyun!

Moe Moe Kyun! by flourchildwrites

Denki meets his dream girl at a maid cafe. Could it be love at first sight? He risks his yen, his waistline and his parents' wrath to find out.

Written for the Kamijirou Mini Bang 2022

Words: 10106, Chapters: 5/5, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, Gen

Characters: Kaminari Denki, Jirou Kyouka, Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto, Ashido Mina, Uraraka Ochako, Bakugou Katsuki, Toga Himiko, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Asui Tsuyu

Relationships: Jirou Kyouka/Kaminari Denki

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Alternate Universe - College/University, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Light Angst, Love at First Sight, Financial Issues, Attempted Verbal Humiliation, Protective Parents, Music Store, Happy Ending, Kamijirou Mini Bang 2022

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40799517

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Kamijirou #♥ #Kamijirou #🎧 #⚤ #R:T #A:Flourchild #College AU #Café AU #Shop AU #Fluff #Angst

[cobraonthecob]

drew momo as a request for flourchildwrites! will be posting this on twitter soon!

her request was for momo to be an earthbender, so i did my best trying to incorporate all that in here. i put momo in qing dynasty type of clothing after a ton of self-debate, and my reasoning is 1) the majority of the earth kingdom is mainly based off of china and while momo is very much not chinese, atla flung everyone into a blender to make it happen, so it was either i added in extra elements that didn’t exist canonically or i worked with canon 2) the only place in the earth kingdom that is remotely based off of japan is kyoshi island, but the can of worms there is that a lot of the aesthetic is taken from the ainu, and i felt like it’d be even worse if i put momo in ainu clothing and 3) she’s already been drawn in a modern-day qipao, why not have her in clothing fashion that preceeds our modern day and age?

anyways, i tried to make it a nice shade of green for her since bnha is allergic to putting her in a good shade of green lmfao. i unfortunately couldn’t find a good resource in time to add anything to the outfit, so she’s going in a plain robe aklsjdflaksjf

her hair’s down because i’m a lazy man

also i spent way too much time trying to figure out how to draw geodes, reblogs would be greatly appreciated

#nightfalcon arts #bnha #boku no hero academia #momo yaoyorozu

[lostcauses-noregrets]

Heyy so I sorts left this fandom for a year and now im back soo im looking for eruri fics preferebly modern au and if It can be from 2023 maybe ? Like not any old or popular ones . THANK YOUU

Heyy Anon, welcome back to the fandom. If you're looking for fics from a specific year you can easily do a filtered AO3 search. If you filter for Levi Ackerman / Erwin Smith, Alternative Universe - Modern Setting, otp:true, you'll get 1,456 fics. These are arranged in chronological order so you can just work backwards through the ones published last year. Here's a few that I've really enjoyed. I can't guarantee all these were published last year, but they're all pretty recent.

When in doubt, use violence by no_tengo_porque

call it dreaming by theorchidinthecanyon

Paradise by the Dashboard Light by DrButtons

The Blue by bowowline

schwerelos by MxUshijima

Once Upon a Thirsty Thursday by flourchildwrites

Shattered Dreams and Broken Souls by JustRaven

Bodywork by Laszlo (RookSacrifice)

#asks #eruri #fic rec #modern au #snk

[damianyazine]

flourchildwrites (@flourchildwrites) loves baking, which means Anya loves them, because they make sweet treats 😌🍪

#damianya #anya forger #damian desmond #daminaya zine #zine contributors

[todomomo-mini-bang-2020]

Day 7 of the TodoMomo Mini Bang countdown brings you this Plus Ultra promo by writer @flourchildwrites.

📚Support this work and other Mini Bang collaborations by signing up for the TodoMomo Mini Bang Bookclub!📚

To read the full synopsis for this collaboration, take a look at #21 on our pairing list.

#todomomo mini bang 2020 #flourchildwrites #bnha #todomomo #yaoyorozu momo #todoroki shouto

[todofamzine]

How many fantastic writers can one zine have? Let's find out with the incredible @flourchildwrites!

#winter dawn zine #contributor spotlight #Bnha zine #Bnha fic #Flourchildwrites