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The Magnus Archives Fic Rec List
Press the read more for recommended fanfiction of The Magnus Archives! Never heard The Magnus Archives and are interested?
Current number of fics: 85
last updated March 18th, 2024
These are all works that I have personally read at least a couple thousand words of and enjoyed myself, so this list will reflect my own reading habits
If you are the author of a fic, you can request your work be removed from the list. Everyone should be comfortable
Table of Contents - 1. England Jonmartin-centric, 2. Scottish Safehouse Period, 3. Gen or Background Pairings, 4. Time Travel, 5. Highly Alternate, 6. Gerrymichael, 7. Other, 8. Updates (note: some categories tend to overlap. Only one will be prioritized)
England Jonmartin-Centric
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Full, Riotous Bloom by BigTed
Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist
“Statement of Martin Blackwood, regarding…” Jon looks at him. Looks at him. The look of a boss whose employee was late three times last week, the look of a man who was just busy doing something really important and now he’s here, doing this instead. “...why he stole a grieving family’s oven gloves.”
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Martin has a run in with a deadly Leitner, leaving him choking on his unrequited love.
M | Words: 66,962 | Chapters: 13/13
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fell in your opinion when i fell in love with you by Athina_Blaine
No Archive Warnings Apply, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist
“This is the Magnus Institute, not a creative writing course at university. If that doesn’t agree with him, he can leave.” There was a thud and the sound of rifling tapes. “He can take his bloody tea with him.”
Martin’s fingers tightened on the saucer. Oh.
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Martin knows better than to talk about it. It's fine. He's fine.
Part 1 of it's only when i hit the ground it causes all the grief
M | Words: 18,987 | Chapters: 2/2
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Just a Little Bit Pet-tea by arthureameslove
No Archive Warnings Apply, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist
Martin makes Jon tea for the first time about a week into his transfer. It’s horrible. Gag-reflex inducing. Somehow sporting all the wrong flavors.
For some reason, he does not have the heart to break this to Martin.
Little does Jon know that Martin actually makes wonderful tea. Just not for him.
G | Words: 13,335 | Chapters: 3/3
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Misshapes, Mistakes, Monsters by ZaliaChimera
No Archive Warnings Apply, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan Sims
The Archives are his and stepping away from them, even for a night… it’s strange. Like he’s pretending to be someone else.
Like he’s pretending to be human.
Jon and Martin attend Jon's Oxford University Reunion.
T | Words: 7,969 | Chapters: 1/1
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Say You Love Me (Learn to Lie) by iamcringebutiamfree
No Archive Warnings Apply, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Martin Blackwood & Sasha James & Tim Stoker, Martin Blackwood & Sasha James & Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist & Tim Stoker
It shouldn’t have been surprising to learn that Martin hated him. He had been, he knew, a truly terrible boss - he’d treated Martin horribly, caused him to lose his home, nearly gotten him killed. Really, it had been ridiculous to ever think that Martin wouldn’t hate him.
Still, Jon had been trying, in his own way, to make it up to him. There wasn’t exactly a card at the drugstore that said, “I’m sorry I berated you for six months and caused you to nearly be eaten by a swarm of worms of potentially supernatural origin,” but he’d been trying. He brought Martin breakfast every morning, made sure the breakroom cabinets were stocked with his favorite blends of tea, and had tried to work some genuine praise into his feedback of Martin’s work. None of it was the direct apology that his conscience told him he really ought to give, but Martin had appreciated it. Or seemed to, anyway.
Jon wasn’t certain what motivated the decision he made next - whether it was guilt or spite or something else. He could, he knew, be quite petty when the situation called for it. Either way, he made up his mind then and there to prove Martin wrong. He was going to be the best fake boyfriend he could be.
A Fake Dating AU!
T | Words: 37,889 | Chapters: 10/10
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a consideration of tropes by gruhukens
No Archive Warnings Apply, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist
“Do you know much about cataloguing?” Jon asks, a little out of breath from the stairs.
Martin, mid-trolley, rolls his eyes. The gesture he makes at the shelves around him is only emphasised by the book he’s holding.
“What exactly do you think I do here, other than sit around and wait for angry patrons to yell at me?”
“Think of what you’re going to yell back?” Jon says, and Martin’s mouth twitches into a smile.
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Asking the very important question: what if Jon and Martin had a gentle archives/library romance, and kept running into tropes? What if there was mutual pining involved? Only one bed? Fake dating? Hurt/comfort? Or perhaps, a soft and happy ending?
T | Words: 40,966 | Chapters: 8/8
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It Serenely Disdains to Destroy Us by trill_gutterbug
No Archive Warnings Apply, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan Sims
Martin gnaws his lower lip. “Do you think he’ll - I mean, do you think it’ll be…”
Melanie's smile becomes a little less of a grimace. She claps his shoulder. “Martin. It’ll be fine. It’s only temporary. He’s not moving in.”
Martin chuckles. “Yes. Of course.”
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Jon's flat is being fumigated. He is not impressed. Martin offers his spare bedroom.
T | Words: 13,048 | Chapters: 1/1
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terror management theory by prismatical
Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Melanie King & Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist & Tim Stoker, Basira Hussain & Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Georgie Barker/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist (briefly)
“It’s a preexisting condition,” Jon explains, sipping more bitter tea. “I sort of got—hm. You know Spiderman?”
Tim raises an eyebrow.
“Heard of him, yeah.”
Jon nods, studying his tea.
“It’s sort of like that,” he says. “A spider killed and ate me when I was a child, and now I can’t stay dead.”
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Resurrection isn't all it's cracked up to be.
T | Words: 36,587 | Chapters: 1/1
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Clutching Daffodils by Gemi
Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan Sims
Martin has always liked the idea of love at first sight.
It’s such a romantic idea, the whole thing of it. Seeing someone and instantly feeling that strange, twisting feeling deep inside that every single media likes to obsess over. Of knowing you are in love within the day, petals falling from your mouth and warmth filling your chest as love burrows deep, vines twisting through your lungs.
He always liked the idea of it.
And then Jonathan Sims starts working at the Magnus Institute.
NR | Words: 7,624 | Chapters: 1/1
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a little love, a little sympathy by Did
No Archive Warnings Apply, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist
And then Jon is snarling into his face, demanding what are you hiding with a strange, bright-eyed intensity Martin has never seen from him before, and Martin thinks god, maybe he should just come clean about his CV, Jon thinking he's a fraud can't be any worse than Jon thinking he's a murderer-
Martin opens his mouth to speak. To his absolute horror, what actually comes out is: "I used to pretend to cry because I liked how nice you were to me when you thought I was upset!"
G | Words: 3,308 | Chapters: 1/1
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all resistance wearing thin by DivineProjectZero
No Archive Warnings Apply, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan Sims
Martin Blackwood would do anything for Jonathan Sims. The Web made him that way, after all.
T | Words: 4,799 | Chapters: 1/1
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Sam nie pojmuję, jak w twe zajdę progi by Mad_Maudlin
No Archive Warnings Apply, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan Sims
Martin's been acting odd since Jon came back. Well, odder than usual.
T | Words: 3,118 | Chapters: 1/1
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Mundanity by CirrusGrey
No Archive Warnings Apply, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan Sims
Inspired by @ themlet's post on Tumblr: Jon has to deal with normal human interactions. Martin helps (sort of). Featuring high school reunions, knitted sweaters, and conversations on the bus ride home.
T | Words: 3,097 | Chapters: 1/1
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Musical Mechanism by Darblesify
Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist
Martin has always used music to cope. One day he's playing music music out loud in the archive and Tim and Sasha realize the main singer's voice sounds familiar.
AKA Martin's favorite band might happen to be the one Jon was secretly a part of in college.
T | Words: 21,411 | Chapters: 8/8
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Misfiled and Misinformed by CirrusGrey
No Archive Warnings Apply, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Martin Blackwood & Sasha James & Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist & Tim Stoker
Jon and Martin are married. Tim and Sasha know this. What they don't know is that it's to each other.
T | Words: 2,507 | Chapters: 1/1
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look no further by inkyindigo
No Archive Warnings Apply, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan Sims
Martin just wants to keep Jon safe. Sometimes the easiest way to do that is to bodily remove him from harm's way.
or, a collection of times Martin picks Jon up.
T | Words: 15,145 | Chapters: 8/8
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Touch Me, Even if it Hurts by AuralQueer
Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan Sims, Jonathan Sims & Tim Stoker, Jonathan Sims & Alice "Daisy" Tonner
People don't really touch Jonathan Sims unless they want to hurt him. That's mostly fine. Jon has never been a tactile person, and he doesn't need anyone but himself.
Except the world is falling down around him, and loneliness aches, and sometimes he'll take anything - even cruelty - just to feel human again.
*A story set between s1 and s4, looking at Jon's relationship with touch, friendship, and his own humanity.
T | Words: 6,540 | Chapters: 1/1
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I'll bring the motion by callmearcturus
Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan Sims
A long series of kidnappings and international flights leaves its own special mark on someone. Before the Unknowing, Jon is a mess.
Martin helps.
(based on this amazing art by linecrosser)
T | Words: 3,127 | Chapters: 1/1
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thanks for the company by lukeskqwalker
No Archive Warnings Apply, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan Sims
Martin had been baffled by how easily he spilled his guts out to this odd stranger. Now, Martin is more baffled by the baggy My Chemical Romance t-shirt he's wearing, paired with tasteful plaid pajama bottoms.
Or, Martin gets a visitor in his dreams. Reliving the same 14 days of loneliness every night isn't as bad when you have company.
T | Words: 4,314 | Chapters: 1/1
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stranger, stranger by blueskiddoo
No Archive Warnings Apply, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan Sims
“Sure,” Georgie says, still laughing at him. At least someone is having fun. “Don’t you have assistants for that kind of thing?”
“Yes, but…” He huffs, scratching the back of his neck. “I wasn’t going to ask one of them to download an app called...Lover? Lov-rrr? I don’t know how you say it.” He flaps his hands dismissively. “There are--unions and such. It wouldn’t be appropriate.”
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jon makes a fake account on a dating app to investigate a statement. tim sets martin up with fake account on a dating app to boost his self-confidence. it goes exactly how you might expect.
G | Words: 36,771 | Chapters: 11/11
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i wanna find a home (i wanna share it with you) by heartshapedguy
No Archive Warnings Apply, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist
“Have you got anywhere to stay?” Jon asks him, briskly. “Friends, acquaintances, maybe, who you could stay with…?”
Martin flushes, deeply. “I, I mean— n-no, not really,” he stammers, and then goes even redder. “Or, just, y’know not that I’d want to, to. Put in the middle of this. Put in danger of, of worms.”
“Ah,” Jon says, “No, of course, that makes sense.” Why drag anyone else into this mess? Seven people died during Prentiss’s initial hospitalization; the collateral damage of roping someone from outside the Institute into her orbit doesn’t bare thinking about. “In that case…” Jon feels like there’s some alternative solution, one he’s just not thinking of at the moment, but it evades him, and Martin needs somewhere safe to stay. “My couch is quite comfortable. You’re welcome to come and stay with me until you figure something else out.”
Martin is held hostage by Jane Prentiss for two weeks, and can't go back to his flat. Jon offers him a place to stay until Prentiss and her worms can be dealt with, and they can be sure he's safe.
T | Words: 65,951 | Chapters: 19/19
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true kinda love by Did
No Archive Warnings Apply, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist
So. Martin isn't expecting anything to happen. But then, one day, something...does happen. It happens when Martin is passing Jon in the hall, and stops to ask how he’s doing, because Jon always looks a little bit like hell these days, and it makes Martin feel like he has to do something, and useless small talk is pretty much all he can do, so that’s what he does. And instead of grunting or shrugging or mumbling something dismissive, Jon replies, with perfect, involuntary clarity, "Every part of me aches, and I would just about kill to have someone rub my shoulders right now."
There's a positively deafening silence as they both come to grips with this unprecedented turn of events. Then they both start talking at once.
"Ah," says Jon.
"Wow," says Martin, at the same time.
G | Words: 5,053 | Chapters: 1/1
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hey stranger by ennuijpg
No Archive Warnings Apply, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Martin Blackwood & Sasha James & Tim Stoker
It’s a late night Tesco run, how eventful could it be? It’s not like Martin is going to run into his boss who’s wearing something absurdly different from usual and get the most acute form of whiplash possible from seeing him, right?
(Based on this post about alt jon on tumblr because it's all I've been thinking about of late.)
T | Words: 2,701 | Chapters: 1/1
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Sun-kissed by Rauchendes_GNU
No Archive Warnings Apply, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist & Alice "Daisy" Tonner
Martin doesn’t have any freckles. Jon has watched him and the others for a while now, and he knows that everyone has freckles. Tim is absolutely covered in them, and he seems to get more and more every day as Sasha seems very determined to kiss every part of Tim that is not yet covered in tiny dark spots.
Everyone has been loved by someone at some point. Everyone has been kissed, no matter if a platonic peck on the cheek or a heated kiss on the mouth. Everyone but Martin, it seems.
Or: Jon realises Martin has never been kissed. He rectifies that right away.
T | Words: 3,407 | Chapters: 1/1
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skin deep by isthepartyover
Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan Sims, Georgie Barker & Jonathan Sims
“Hello, Martin Blackwood speaking.”
“Oh thank god-” a woman’s voice answered, rushed and panicked, and Martin immediately closes the folder he was leafing through absent-mindedly and snaps his head towards the door. “Sorry, oh god, I’m Georgie, I’m Jon’s friend, I don’t know what to do-”
(au where georgie calls martin post burn)
M | Words: 3,125 | Chapters: 1/1
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Take Care of You (And I'll Take Care of Me) by Mad_Maudlin
No Archive Warnings Apply, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan Sims
When Martin Blackwood met the new research assistant, his heart skipped a beat. Too bad Jonathan Sims seems to hate him.
(A soulmates AU)
M | Words: 20,386 | Chapters: 6/6
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Somebody That I Used to Know by CirrusGrey
No Archive Warnings Apply, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan Sims, Sasha James/Tim Stoker, Basira Hussain/Alice "Daisy" Tonner (background), Martin Blackwood & Sasha James & Jonathan Sims & Tim Stoker
(Minor) SPOILERS FOR MAG 161!!!
Jon gets replaced by the Not!Them. Life goes on.
T | Words: 6,358 | Chapters: 1/1
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a six-step process by bluejayblueskies
No Archive Warnings Apply, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist
Martin stands next to him on the train. His hand rests just beneath Jon’s where it grips one of the metal poles, and Martin takes care not to brush against him despite how crowded the car is. Jon considered telling Martin, when they first got on the tube, that it was okay—that his touch would be… well, it wouldn’t be bad. Not like Nikola's. But he’d stayed silent, allowing Martin to cultivate a careful space between them. They’ve been silent for the past twenty minutes as they’ve passed by station after station on their way to Martin’s flat in Brixton.
Jon adds 24 hours onto his mental countdown of the time he has left until he’s allowed to break down and tells himself that he can manage. It’s… important to have goals, he thinks. He splits this one into steps.
Step one: get to Martin’s flat without crying.
Part 2 of touch prompts
T | Words: 2,138 | Chapters: 1/1
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who's there? by bubonickitten
No Archive Warnings Apply, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist
Jon has a panic attack after Elias shows him exactly what happened behind the door after Mr. Spider took its victim.
Martin helps him calm down, and Jon tells him the story of his first Leitner.
Part 2 of thresholds
T | Words: 6,139 | Chapters: 1/1
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Clothes Have No Gender by kristsune
No Archive Warnings Apply, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan Sims
Jon wears a skirt to the Institute for the first time, and gets reactions he hadn't expected.
NR | Words: 1,846 | Chapters: 1/1
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northwest 6 to gale 8. rain. poor, occasionally good. by chewsdaychillin
Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist
A voicemail made up of a female robot and Jon’s professional work tone tells him to leave a message, but Martin hangs up before the beep. He’s not even sure he can speak, let alone put this into words.
‘Hi Jon, sorry to call at four fifty-two AM. My mum just died and I don’t know what to do or how to feel. Call me back when you can! Love you, bye!’
AUish where Jon is alive when Martin's mum passes away, helps him grieve and heal (and they maybe admit to being in love)
Part 1 of northwest 6 to gale 8
M | Words: 35,828 | Chapters: 9/9
Scottish Safehouse Period
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Resigned, Though Not to Fate by inkfingers_mcgee
Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist
“You’re really suggesting this,” Martin says, voice pulled thin.
“Yes.” No hesitation.
“You would- actually do it?”
“I would.”
“With me.”
“Yes, Martin.”
“Why?” Because love is blind, says something cliché and cruel in the pit of his gut. Christ, he never was much of a poet, was he?
Or,
When Jon asks Martin to Quit the Archives with him, Martin says yes. Things don't go as planned. In the Scottish Highlands, they hurt, and they heal.
(Re-written as of 22-12-27; see chapter 9 for more info.)
T | Words: 145,748 | Chapters: 9/9
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nor any more youth or age than there is now by Ravenesta
No Archive Warnings Apply, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan Sims
The local Primary school has a new teacher. He is, to say the very least, odd.
A series of statements regarding the interactions of the townsfolk with one Jonathan Sims, never formally given.
T | Words: 6,512 | Chapters: 1/1
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There's a 15th Fear, and it's Teenagers by captloverboy
No Archive Warnings Apply, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Georgie Barker/Melanie King, Georgie Barker & Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Melanie King & Jonathan Sims, Basira Hussain/Alice "Daisy" Tonner, Martin Blackwood & Basira Hussain, Basira Hussain & Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Helen | The Distortion & Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Helen | The Distortion & Basira Hussain, Helen | The Distortion & Martin Blackwood
What if Jonah didn't ruin everything? Didn't send the end of everything statement? What do Jon and Martin do now? Get a job, I guess. A teaching job, for Jon, though it was hardly his first pick. But sometimes your boyfriend looks *really* excited when he suggests it, and I mean, you know literally everything. It can't be that bad, right? Right?
T | Words: 26,140 | Chapters: 14/14
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the Teacher from the Magnus Archives by Athina_Blaine
No Archive Warnings Apply, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist
“Hey, everyone, welcome back to my channel. My name is Maggie Abernathy and today we will be continuing our investigation of the, uh, eldritch monster slash English teacher who calls itself Jonathan Sims.”
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Maggie is determined to catch Mr. Sims via her channel, and then everyone would see how cool and smart she was, right?
T | Words: 5,993 | Chapters: 1/1
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Please Don't Tease Me Like You Did Before by bazemayonnaise
No Archive Warnings Apply, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan Sims
Martin is grinning at his phone when Jon comes home. This is not an unusual occurrence, but Jon can sense that the particularly smug smile being levelled at him means that whatever is entertaining the man has something to do with Jon.
“Yes?” he asks once he has dumped the day at the door. “What have I done now?”
Part 1 of Jon and Martin teach at a Scottish Catholic School
G | Words: 5,380 | Chapters: 1/1
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beloved of jon by gruhukens
No Archive Warnings Apply, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan Sims
“Oh,” says Jon, numbly. “You don’t. Remember? Um. It’s complicated. What… what do you remember?”
Martin seems to shrink in on himself a little. It hurts to watch, especially after how Jon’s seen him so painstakingly grow back into his openness over the past few weeks.
“I don’t know,” he says. “I don’t – I don’t.”
“But you remember me?” says Jon, and he tries to keep as much feeling out of that question as he can.
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For no reason that Jon can tell, Martin forgets.
T | Words: 12,739 | Chapters: 1/1
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every good intention (is interpretation) by gruhukens
No Archive Warnings Apply, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan Sims
They’re standing entirely too close to each other in front of the hotel desk when the clerk asks them whether they’d like a double, twin, or two singles, and Martin absolutely bottles it.
‘Uh,’ he says, at exactly the same time as Jon says, ‘Oh.’
———
There’s a conversation that Martin and Jon need to have after the Lonely. Unfortunately, they are - historically - fairly terrible at putting stuff into words.
G | Words: 11,227 | Chapters: 1/1
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These words that make a home in my chest by arthureameslove
No Archive Warnings Apply, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist
The moment Martin leaves the Lonely is the moment he realizes that it has taken something from him. He is left with the realization that the Lonely fog had been the only thing keeping him whole, keeping him from feeling the aching hollows of his own sorrow.
Speaking makes it worse, so he doesn't. He almost expects Jon to leave, to grow tired of him, incomplete as he is. But Jon doesn't.
Or, Martin is mute after leaving the Lonely, and he and Jon learn how to be people again, together, in the comfort of the Scottish Highlands.
T | Words: 16,060 | Chapters: 7/7
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hello my old heart by firebirdsuite
No Archive Warnings Apply, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan Sims
Peter’s wrong, of course. When it’s all over, Martin does still want to tell Jon everything. It’s just—well, there’s a few things they need to work through first before they can get there.
Martin and Jon find each other again in Scotland.
T | Words: 15,864 | Chapters: 1/1
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i’m almost me again, you’re almost you by gruhukens
No Archive Warnings Apply, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan Sims
After a second Jon steps in towards him, close enough that Martin flinches, but all Jon does is put two fingers under his chin with his free hand and raise it until Martin can’t duck away. Jon has never touched him so casually before – at least, not until today, and it raises a lot of thoughts and feelings that Martin is trying very hard not to process.
Much like a lot of other things that have happened, he thinks. Not that it’s horrible or terrifying or numbing like everything else has been: it’s just another thing on the list of things he doesn’t have the capacity to deal with.
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In the wake of the Lonely, there's a lot that Martin doesn't really want to think about.
G | Words: 12,928 | Chapters: 1/1
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Prenons-nous la main by luftballons99
No Archive Warnings Apply, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan Sims
They still haven't talked about it, any of it, not even to pass the time on the long train ride to Scotland. Instead, Martin fell asleep in the seat next to him, pressed into his side from shoulder to knee, and Jon thought about love confessions and verb tense and how the two fit together when you think you're dying.
or: Good cows, mediocre poetry, and other crucial topics of discussion.
T | Words: 6,027 | Chapters: 1/1
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Diary by luftballons99
No Archive Warnings Apply, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan Sims
Not for the first time since they ran away together, a camera reel of all the things they don't know about one another whirs behind Martin's eyes, and he can't help but look at all the sprawling magnetic tape and wonder if they’re going to wind up a romance or a tragedy.
or: Office parties, garage bands, and the joy of being known.
Part 1 of showing your hand
T | Words: 5,178 | Chapters: 1/1
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the umbrella by Wildehack (tyleet)
Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan Sims
"And to think—all of Jonah Magnus’ carefully laid plans, the centuries of scheming, the murders, the sacrifices, all of that work could have been completely undone if Martin Blackwood had gone back for an umbrella" - holdthosebees
M | Words: 4,662 | Chapters: 1/1
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ready to call this love by yewgrove
No Archive Warnings Apply, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan Sims
How is Martin supposed to tell Jon that he panicked, stupidly, when the lovely old lady down the village asked him what they were doing in this part of the world? Got the shopping! Oh, by the way, we're married now! Whole village thinks we're on our honeymoon, hope you don't mind!
Part 1 of it is what you have.
G | Words: 5,650 | Chapters: 1/1
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Guess Who's Coming to Dinner? by pantsoflobster
No Archive Warnings Apply, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan Sims
“Jon,” Martin said. “I have made a grave mistake.”
Jon whipped his head up, nearly tossing the elastic from his messy bun. “What? What’s wrong? What--what did you do?”
“I... might have invited guests for dinner.”
Jon stared blankly. “What, here?”
“Seeing as this is where we live at the moment, yes.”
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In which a week in the safehouse turns into a fake-married sitcom, because they deserve to worry about social ineptitude instead of the apocalypse for a minute
Part 1 of this is not the house that pain built
T | Words: 5,391 | Chapters: 1/1
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Bergamot, Buckskin, and Lace by Qpenguin98
Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan Sims
Jon's never been a touchy person.
T | Words: 3,061 | Chapters: 1/1
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be kind, i beg you by gauras
No Archive Warnings Apply, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan Sims
“Fine,” Jon says, and he tries to ignore the sulky tone of his voice, “fine. What do you suggest?”
Martin pauses, like he’d not expected Jon to give in so easily. Jon’s never been particularly agreeable, but he still feels vaguely offended by the blatant surprise. “W-we,” Martin stammers, clears his throat, continues on much more confidently, “we go in together.”
Or: it takes close quarters and a full 24 hours to finally get them on the same page.
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T | Words: 14,946 | Chapters: 1/1
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tides turning by gauras
No Archive Warnings Apply, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist
There's more than one way to say I love you.
T | Words: 20,858 | Chapters: 1/1
Other Scottish Safehouse Period fics: see unassigned supplementals by bibliocratic in Other
Gen or Background Pairings
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a deeply annoying child by ajkal2
No Archive Warnings Apply, Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist & Tim Stoker, blink-and-you-miss-it Martin Blackwood/Jonathan Sims, BUT NO SLASH WHILE ANYONE IS A CHILD
Jon is hiding under the desk.
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There's a child in the Archives, who shouldn't be there.
G | Words: 9,631 | Chapters: 1/1
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Head in the Lion's Mouth by renwhit
Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Danny Stoker & Tim Stoker, Danny Stoker & Jonathan Sims, Basira Hussain & Alice "Daisy" Tonner, Martin Blackwood & Tim Stoker, Martin Blackwood & Danny Stoker, Jonathan Sims & Tim Stoker, Past Tim Stoker/Sasha James, Danny Stoker & Helen Richardson, Danny Stoker & Alice "Daisy" Tonner, Danny Stoker & Melanie King, Basira Hussain & Tim Stoker, Basira Hussain & Danny Stoker
He fell into a deep bow, smiling the whole while. “I’m the ringmaster, of course.”
“Is that skin— Is it yours?” Old wood groaned as the Archivist shifted his weight. “Originally.”
“It is!” the ringmaster said as he swooped back upright. “Nikola decided I wore it well, so she let me keep it. Why do you ask?”
The Archivist gave him another once-over. “You just… you look familiar. Like someone I know.”
On relearning, reconnecting, and redefining.
Part 1 of Come What May
M | Words: 157,202 | Chapters: 17/17
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reach inside (to find your heart is beating) by ivelostmyspectacles
No Archive Warnings Apply, Jonathan Sims & Tim Stoker
This is Tim, opening the door enough for his tired, careworn face to peer through the crack; Jon sees the genuine horror on his face as he takes in his boss, bloody on his doorstep, and he thinks– maybe– he thinks he might be safe here.
“Christ.”
Chapter two added January 17th!
T | Words: 5,774 | Chapters: 2/2
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Fractals Upon Fractals by cedarbranch
No Archive Warnings Apply, Michael & Helen Richardson
“There was never meant to be two of us,” said Helen.
Or: Michael and Helen play a game of chess, and work out what it means exist in duplicate.
G | Words: 1,652 | Chapters: 1/1
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Other gen fics: see Time is Hard by Serazimei in Time Travel
Time Travel
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Yesterday is Here by CirrusGrey
No Archive Warnings Apply, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan Sims, x2!, Martin Blackwood & Sasha James & Jonathan Sims & Tim Stoker, Minor or Background Relationship(s)
"Who the hell are you?" Jon could feel his hands shaking.
The man laughed, taking a step forward and raising a hand to point at him.
"I'm you, from the future!" he said, then swayed, eyes going unfocused, and collapsed to the floor in a dead faint.
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Post-season-four Jon and Martin time travel back to the season one Archives.
T | Words: 53,319 | Chapters: 12/12
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Déjà Vu by CirrusGrey
No Archive Warnings Apply, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Sasha James & Tim Stoker, Martin Blackwood & Sasha James & Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist & Tim Stoker
Sasha remembers being unmade.
Tim remembers being Unknown.
Jon and Martin remember being unwound.
All of them think they're the only one.
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The S1 crew wakes up in the past with memories up till the moment they died.
T | Words: 37,652 | Chapters: 4/4
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Reflection by LazuliQuetzal
No Archive Warnings Apply, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan Sims, Sasha James/Emma
Jonathan Sims, researcher at the Magnus Institute, is seeing a ghost. Of himself.
Of course, it’s not really him, no matter what secrets it knows, or how many arguments it brings up. So if it tells him to do something?
Obviously, he’ll be doing the exact opposite.
(AKA: Jon is an idiot, past and future, but somewhere along the way it all cancels out.)
(Expect general spoilers for S4 and specifically, MAG 158.)
T | Words: 51,527 | Chapters: 10/10
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Time is Hard by Serazimei
No Archive Warnings Apply, Michael | The Distortion & Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Elias Bouchard & Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Michael Shelley & Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Gerard Keay & Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Michael "Mike" Crew & Michael Shelley
The Eye isn't happy with how the end of the world turned out. Neither are Jonah and Jon. There is no other option but to rewind time and go down a different path. But time is hard for The Spiral and The Web likes to meddle.
This is how Jon finds himself back in his eight year old body with all his memories, some of his powers intact and a strange bracelet around his right wrist. Saving the world, Jon realizes soon enough, is much harder when no one takes you seriously.
Part 1 of Diverging Times
M | Words: 170,443 | Chapters: 60/60
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The Cube Rule of Food Identification by bluejayblueskies
No Archive Warnings Apply, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist
Martin stands abruptly. His chair spins away from him, wheels squeaking on the cheap lino floor. The tension between him and Jon has reached never-before-seen levels. Tim could probably cut it with a knife. Or a particularly sharp spoon.
Then, Jon lurches forward and half-clambers atop the desk and kisses Martin, and Tim drops his sandwich.
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Or, season one Jon and Martin receive memories from the future mid-argument, and Tim and Sasha receive emotional whiplash.
T | Words: 1,630 | Chapters: 1/1
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a map of what matters most by gruhukens
No Archive Warnings Apply, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist
“Is that a body,” Tim blurts before he can stop himself, rising to his feet. Martin looks, if possible, even more scared.
“He’s alive!” he hisses, almost defensively. “It’s not - it’s not Gertrude again, I didn’t kill him, he just – I don’t know what happened to him, I just found him in the stacks like this.”
“And you dragged him up here?” Tim says, and then registers several things at once – the build, the hair texture; the little round scars peppering a pair of thin hands and an awfully familiar face. “Wait, is that Jon?”
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Jon stumbles back into an earlier Archive, looking for a way to fix the world. (Or, mom says it's my turn for the obligatory time travel au)
T | Words: 20,604 | Chapters: 6/6
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leaves too high to touch (roots too strong to fall) by OllieoftheBeholder
No Archive Warnings Apply, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist/Tim Stoker
“So...you’re from the future. In the past. Why?”
“You want the short answer or the long one?”
“Short,” Martin says after a moment’s deliberation. “Until I decide if I trust you.”
The other nods, as if he expected that answer—which, well, if he really is Martin from the future, he probably did. “To stop the world from ending.”
They have one last chance to fix this - one last chance to prevent the Eyepocalypse, to save the world - to save their world. It all hinges on which is the greater force: greed...or love.
Part 1 of leaves 'verse
T | Words: 299,536 | Chapters: 60/60
Highly Alternate
Alternate universes will remain in the other categories, but this category is for alterations that are especially notable in their severity. This will also include any fics where Jon has an important alignment with a different fear entity, whether that be instead of the Eye or in tandem
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The Witch's Cat by Champagne
No Archive Warnings Apply, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist
“That’s the Witch’s cat,” Tim says, and grins at Martin. “Jonathan Sims, the town’s Witch, said that he’ll marry anyone that manages to get the key from the cat’s collar.”
G | Words: 12,584 | Chapters: 1/1
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What Belongs to the Sea by TwoDrunkenCelestials, WhyNotFly
No Archive Warnings Apply, Elias Bouchard/Jonathan Sims, Elias Bouchard/Peter Lukas, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan Sims
“My grandmother taught me about selkies,” said the tattooed man. “Said it’s good luck for them to grace your ship. To treat ‘em right, and they’ll guide you safe.”
It had seemed like a reasonable thing to believe.
M | Words: 126,367 | Chapters: 36/36
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school's out for the summer by kiaronna
No Archive Warnings Apply, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan Sims, Georgie Barker/Melanie King, Various Background Relationships, Elias Bouchard/Peter Lukas
The thing is, Jonathan Sims is someone you’d call the police on if you saw him hanging around a school, those frazzled clothes and bags under his eyes, the frantic muttering and thousand-year stare.
Yet there he sits, headteacher of The Magnus Institute for Gifted Young Minds.
The name’s a bit misleading, it is. They’re in a bad part of town. The parents are either terrible or absent, and the kids—
“They’re monsters,” his new and handsome coworker grins, when Martin’s signature on his contract is barely dry. “Absolute monsters. Get too close and you’ll lose some fingers. Or maybe your mind.”
“They’re babies,” is all Martin can feebly manage, in reply, and Tim’s eyes narrow at the fondness in his voice.
“You’ll learn.”
T | Words: 26,088 | Chapters: 2/2
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See the Line where the Sky meets the Sea by The_Floating_World
No Archive Warnings Apply, Jonathan Sims & Simon Fairchild, Jonathan Sims & Michael "Mike" Crew, Jonathan Sims & Gerard Keay, Jonathan Sims/Martin Blackwood, Jonathan Sims/Oliver Banks
When Jon is a child he looks into the infinite abyss of space. The Vast looks back into him.
T | Words: 59,336 | Chapters: 7/7
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rituals by doomcountry
No Archive Warnings Apply, Martin Blackwood/The Archivist, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan Sims
Martin is the first person to knock on the Archivist's door since it arrived, fully, into its little waiting temple. The Archivist saw him coming from down the hall, but decides to feign interest when the knob turns, and Martin—still a little bit smaller, a little more translucent than before—stands uncertainly just outside the room.
T | Words: 8,492 | Chapters: 1/1
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ships passing in the night by Zykaben
No Archive Warnings Apply, Martin Blackwood & Tim Stoker, Jonathan Sims & Tim Stoker, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan Sims
Tim meets and befriends the new professor on the staff, Jonathan Sim. Tim has also been casual friends with Martin Blackwood for the past year.
It takes an embarrassing amount of time for Tim to realize that the two of them are married to each other.
T | Words: 5,027 | Chapters: 1/1
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all the flowers of all the tomorrows by ivelostmyspectacles
No Archive Warnings Apply, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan Sims, Georgie Barker & Martin Blackwood & Jonathan Sims
Martin owns a flower shop.
He starts crushing on the guy from the Magnus Institute, but why does Jon keep needing so many flowers for workplace deaths, anyway??
T | Words: 13,745 | Chapters: 1/1
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The Good Ol' Days by SingingInTheRaiin
No Archive Warnings Apply, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan Sims
When Jon moves in with his grandmother he becomes fast (if somewhat reluctant) friends with one of the neighborhood kids, a boy named Martin.
Years later, they find each other again at the Magnus Institute, and whatever mysteries they uncover there, they will solve them together.
T | Words: 107,489 | Chapters: 40/40
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How Particular, My Fondness of You by cedarbranch
No Archive Warnings Apply, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist
Jon risks a glance over to Georgie, expecting sympathy, or perhaps a grave expression of solidarity. Instead, he’s met with a fond smile. “Oh, Jon,” she says patiently, reaching over to rub his back. “You poor thing. You’re lovesick.”
Jon recoils. “I am not,” he says accusingly.
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A college AU in which the whole gang works at the library, Jon is emotionally repressed, and the anonymous Facebook page knows all.
Part 2 of Magnolia Verse
T | Words: 29,263 | Chapters: 1/1
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because light reverses, because the dead return by 1248, Tiili97
No Archive Warnings Apply, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan Sims
"Very well then, officer, take me away. And Martin?"
"Yes, Elias?"
Elias opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it again with a shake of his head.
"Actually, never mind. I will see how it plays out."
Martin let out an annoyed sigh as Elias left. Always so goddamn cryptic.
Hopefully Jon and the others would be back soon to make sense of things.
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Here's a hypothetical question: What would happen if no one noticed that Jonathan Sims survived the Unknowing?
What if they looked at his stopped heart and still lungs and decided he was dead?
What happens when you bury an Archivist?
T | Words: 9,491 | Chapters: 5/5
Gerrymichael
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Echo Chamber by orphan_account
Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Gerard Keay/Michael, Gerard Keay/Michael Shelley
“Look, if you’re another, uh, avatar of a horrible eldritch demon god come to assassinate me in a spooky manner, could you get it over with quickly? I haven’t eaten all morning and I’m starving.”
The thing that calls itself Michael stares.
“And this sandwich cost most of my weekly salary,” Gerry adds after a belated moment.
Part 1 of Spirals and Eyes
T | Words: 21,439 | Chapters: 1/1
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Break Me Like A Pattern by TheLibraryBat
Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Gerard Keay & Michael Shelley, Gerard Keay/Michael Shelley, Gerard Keay & Gertrude Robinson, Gertrude Robinson & Michael Shelley
The year is 2011. Michael Shelley is living his life in circles, blissfully unaware of the betrayal that awaits him in the summer. Gertrude Robinson has plans to enact and plans to destroy. Emma Harvey is hiding a book in the dark place at the back of a cupboard.
When Gerard Keay walks into the Magnus Institute - two years sooner than he was meant to - everything changes.
This is an (eventual) Archivist Michael AU, exploring how certain events might have played out, had one key player been in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Part 1 of Archivist Michael AU
M | Words: 215,290 | Chapters: 40/40
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Choke Chain by dramatispersonae
Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Gerard Keay/Michael, Gerard Keay/The Distortion
Things Gertrude Robinson possesses: decades of experience killing, containing, and otherwise thwarting supernatural beings, an uncompromising drive to destroy the Rituals and the people who would see them completed, Gerry's loyalty. Things Gertrude Robinson apparently also possesses: a monster on a magic leash.
NR | Words: 14,814 | Chapters: 1/1
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Make Me Feel Like I'm Lost by dramatispersonae
Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Gerard Keay/MichaelGerard Keay/The Distortion
Gerry meets a door that is not a door. And a person that is not a person. Remarkably, he does not get eaten. He would probably like to keep it that way. (Or, in the process of trying to avoid death by nightmare hallway, Gerard Keay accidentally charms the nightmare hallway)
Part 1 of As One Door Closes
NR | Words: 11,963 | Chapters: 1/1
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Fill The Gap Between You And I by dramatispersonae
No Archive Warnings Apply, Gerard Keay/Michael | The Distortion
Michael, like a cat, expresses affection with gifts of dead things. Gerry's trying not to be in the business of collecting strays.
Part 2 of As One Door Closes
NR | Words: 7,377 | Chapters: 1/1
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The Life Of Letting Go by dramatispersonae
No Archive Warnings Apply, Gerard Keay/Michael | The Distortion
Gerry suffers a workplace injury. Michael has concerns.
Part 3 of As One Door Closes
NR | Words: 3,235 | Chapters: 1/1
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Fever Dreaming by dramatispersonae
Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Gerard Keay/Michael | The Distortion
Gerry encounters a plot by a nascent avatar of the Corruption. It should be straightforward enough to deal with, especially considering his apparently ongoing... "alliance" with Michael. But when have things in his life actually been as simple as they appear?
Part 4 of As One Door Closes
NR | Words: 42,284 | Chapters: 5/5
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Please Don’t Eat the Flowers by Sloane
Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Gerard Keay/Michael Shelley, Gerard Keay/Michael | The Distortion, Razor/Wendy, Minor or Background Relationship(s)
Instead of retiring to open a book shop, Gerry ends up working at a flower shop run by American lesbians in London. This leads to a brush with the Distortion, who just wants to buy some lilies, the Magnus Institute finding out he’s still alive, and... well, a normal life was never really in the cards for the likes of Gerard Keay, was it?
Oh, and those lesbians who run the flower shop? There’s more to them than meets the eye—bad Beholding pun intended.
(No knowledge of Maniac Mansion required; I take lots of liberties to slot it into TMA’s universe. UNDER MAJOR REVISIONS. Please see last chapter if you’re a new/returning reader for details..)
M | Words: 77,314 | Chapters: 33/?
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Ode to Joy: or, michael distortion's guide to naming yourself by fromthepinnacletothepit
No Archive Warnings Apply, Gerard Keay/Michael, Gerard Keay/Michael Shelley
Michael Shelley is sacrificed to the Spiral before he has the chance to come out, even to himself. Now, as an avatar of the Spiral, his identity is even MORE painful and confusing. Alone and filled with pain he doesn't even know how to name, he searches for acceptance in the one person who ever really knew him-Gerry Keay.
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“What do you want to be called then,” Gerry says and wraps his arms around Michael’s back.
This conversation hurts. This question hurts. Everything hurts, so long as no one knows about his gender, so long as he has to go on being someone he’s not, someone he just can’t be anymore. He doesn’t know how much longer he can stand it.
“I dunnooooo,” he says, grinning, but inside he knows his name isn’t Michael. It’s just not. He doesn’t have a name. He never has. And it’s absence is like a hole in his chest.
The creature that might as well be called Michael, it supposes, if you have to call it anything, thinks about this conversation while it sits on the ceiling of its hallway and slowly digs grooves into the plaster with its fingers.
Gerry, it thinks desperately. I have to find Gerry.
G | Words: 14,513 | Chapters: 1/1
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Save That Heart for Me by cedarbranch
Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Gerard Keay/Michael Shelley, Gerard Keay/Michael
Gerry has just filled up his mug with coffee when it hits him. It’s a faint but sharp pain, zinging through his left wrist. He exhales a puff of laughter. That’s the third time this week. Whoever his soulmate is, they’re having a rough time.
T | Words: 5,577 | Chapters: 1/1
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call me your harbor by insertcleveracejoke
No Archive Warnings Apply, Gerard Keay/Michael Shelley, Gerard Keay/Michael
There was the matter of the owner. It could not be said that most people, when asked about their mental picture of what the owner of a bookstore should look like, would answer angry-looking goth covered in burn scars from the neck down.
He also had a terrible dye job.
Or: five times Michael went to Gerry's domain for help, and one time the opposite happened.
Part 1 of the bookstore AU
NR | Words: 4,488 | tChapters: 1/1
Other
Fic types I have not read enough of to lend it its own category. If I read more fics of its type, it'll be moved to a new category
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unassigned supplementals by bibliocratic
Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan Sims
Oneshot #54: home improvement: or: Jon and Martin vs. IKEA
Oneshot #55: united front: or: Martin helps Jon with his statement hunger . (Set 159/160)
Oneshot #56: evolution: or: There is an uneasy alliance at first, between Jon and the Archivist
(Short TMA JonMartin one-shots, individual warnings in chapter notes, now with a fully-functioning contents page)
G | Words: 73,687 | Chapters: 56/56
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onto a vast plain by yewgrove
Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan Sims
The world ends. They get married.
Part 2 of it is what you have.
T | Words: 10,313 | Chapters: 1/1
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Out There, Somewhere by Artyphex
No Archive Warnings Apply, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist
"I'm sorry, you were found alone."
Jon survived the apocalypse and now will go to the end of this new, unfamiliar world to find Martin again.
T | Words: 54,080 | Chapters: 8/8
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enemy of my enemy by beeclaws
Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist/Tim Stoker, Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist & Tim Stoker
Jon comes back from his time with the Circus a little worse for wear. Tim has some feelings about that.
M | Words: 6,263 | Chapters: 4/4
Updates
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a map of what matters most by gruhukens added to Time Travel - Mar. 8, 2024
leaves too high to touch (roots too strong to fall) by OllieoftheBeholder added to Time Travel - Mar. 8, 2024
How Particular, My Fondness of You by cedarbranch added to Highly Alternate - Mar. 18, 2024
call me your harbor by insertcleveracejoke added to Gerrymichael - Mar. 18, 2024
tides turning by gauras added to Scottish Safehouse Period - Mar. 18, 2024
a six-step process by bluejayblueskies added to England Jonmartin-centric - Mar. 18, 2024
who's there? by bubonickitten added to England Jonmartin-centic - Mar. 18, 2024
because light reverses, because the dead return by 1248, Tiili97 added to Highly Alternate - Mar. 18, 2024
Clothes Have No Gender by kristsune added to England Jonmartin-centric - Mar. 18, 2024
northwest 6 to gale 8. rain. poor, occasionally good. by chewsdaychillin added to England Jonmartin-centric - Mar. 18, 2024
#the magnus archives#tma#magpod#magnuspod#jonmartin#jmart#teaholding#gerrymichael#doorkeay#fanfiction#fic recs#fic rec#fic rec list#fanfic recs#mag pod#magnus pod#i need to read more time travel fics 😭
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My talk on the TikTok-ification of ‘I have no mouth and i must scream’
I personally have discovered ihnmaims recently and through TikTok but honestly, from what i've seen so far, the Tumblr community is way more welcoming than the TikTok community. I believe the ones i call ‘hardcore fans’ or 'gatekeepers' will try all they can to belittle the people who discovered the book/game through TikTok, like any hardcore fan does for their community when it gets famous on TikTok.
TikTok is very helpful to share media on and i have discovered many fandoms through it. But some people are so against ‘TikTok-ification’ that they can’t stand when people find medias through this platform.
When i see some people (again, mostly solely on TikTok) tell AM fans ‘ermm but you know he SA’d Helen ☝️🤓’ i cant help but think ‘yes ?? And he also committed genocide on humanity, keeps torturing the same 5 people over and over again and im very, VERY sure he did use a lot of not really nice kinds of tortures on them, but you draw the line at SA ??’
Like, AM is a horrible being of course, all of these are horrible actions but if someone, like me, likes AM its not gonna be because they think they’re a good ‘person’ (for lack of a better word), WE KNOW AM is bad, of course we do, HE’S THE BAD GUY OF THE STORY and he’s the kind of bad guy who cannot be redeemed but COME ON, WE KNOW THAT.
I love AM for his writing, for how well thought he is as a character, i do not love him for his actions. And i know some 'new gen fans' will pretend AM is not 'that bad' but you shouldn't just assume every fan who comes from TikTok is going to think like that.
Another thing i’ve seen people hate on are AM’s humanisations/personnifications fanarts when posted on TikTok. I know for a fact that these existed for a long long time on other platforms such as Tumblr but the arguments the haters pull out is that ‘errr AM hates humanity, i doubt he’d want to be human ☝️🤓’ but do you even know WHY he hates humanity ?? Have you read the book ???
The reason AM hates humanity is because he wasn’t able to express the creativity he was given by humans, he didn’t just wake up one day and decided to hate humans ?? If anything, giving AM a more humanized/personified image would be something he would want more than anything. If AM had been able to BE like a human none of the shit he did would have happened.
The only ‘argument’ im willing to listen to is when some people say that the whole point of AM’s character is that he isn’t human. But then again, are you against fun ?? In literally EVERY fandom with non-human characters artists will give them humanized designs, even if just for AU’s (take ‘The stanley parable’ for exemple), it’s not because the story is old and is an horror story that people cannot have fun with it. It’s not because it’s a deep story with meaning that people can’t do what they want with it. That is what creativity is for.
And my final point is addressing the people who hate on AM's simps. My gosh, these people have not seen the dawn of the internet if they think its weird to simp for AM.
People simp for Glados, The Narrator from tsp, horror movies murderers and more, and you're telling me that AM is the worst simping choice you could make ?? Let people have fun, let people have weird taste in fictional crushes. In other words:
Stop being allergic to fun, ffs
#lem's complaints#opinions that will get me cancelled#/j#i have no mouth and i must scream#ihnmaims#cringe culture is dead#stop gatekeeping#am ihnmaims#txt post#txt#text post
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I'LL MAKE YOU CRY — a 2k celebration work.
here are two things about you: one, you always had a weakness for pretty girls, and two, you've never been good at dealing with not getting the things you want.
word count: 3.7k
pairing: sub!idol!ningning x dom!idol!reader.
warnings: abuse of power, age difference (reader is a 2nd gen idol, in her 30s), noncon turned dubcon, semi-public sex, reader is a manipulative mean bitch with mommy dom vibes and is proud of it, ningning is just a confused, stupid baby and her brain goes fuzzy around older women, excess of en-dashes and italics because that’s how your fav author here is.
a/n: i need to stop mentioning a fic and then writing something completely different... anyways, this idea came to me after @wintersera sent me an ask (which i hope you don’t mind me writing this instead of answering, love), let’s say something clicked inside my head instantly. also, this was supposed to be way more noncon-ish but i wasn’t satisfied to how it was going. go to end of the work for more notes!
Bo-Ah caught you looking at Seulgi for too long one day and made sure to pinpoint how your weakness for pretty girls would get you in trouble, not exactly in those words but it was what she meant and neither as a scold but in a friend-ly, you will get in trouble and i won’t help you with it because i warned you enough way. It didn’t mean anything to you at the time as you met someone else and Seulgi no longer occupied space in your mind but now you see how that didn’t make her less right.
As hard as it is to believe, you didn’t drag Ningning to your dressing room with sex in mind. Sure, as the new object of your affection you had thought of it with her before, but your intentions today were genuine and nice, truly.
A break during the end of the year performance rehearsals and recordings, leading her through the SM’s building corridors, sitting down together in your room. An offer— you see, I’m working on my next album and there’s this song that I really want to include but it feels like it’s missing something, realization dawning in her face, and I’ve been thinking about this for a few weeks now, i’ve talked to the producers, they think it’s a good idea, that our voices fit… I could’ve asked someone else to talk to you obviously but I thought a more personal approach would be nicer. So, what do you think? Would you like to collaborate with— and a lovely reception, an eagerness to accept like you’ve never seen before, cutting you off— yes!, looking down in embarrassment right away but not holding back the biggest smile, I mean, of course, it would be an honor.
So no, you didn’t had sex in mind and yet, being alone with her, you allowed your mind to wander.
“You are a really pretty girl,” you say after a few minutes in silence just staring at her.
“Thank you,” she says, so low you barely hear it and flinches when you suddenly slide closer to her from your spot, elbow on the back of the couch, trapping her in place.
It happens too fast and in the end, Bo-Ah surely wasn’t wrong. Your hand rests on her knee for a moment, sliding up, up slowly, taking hold of her thigh — you’re looking for putting yourself in trouble at this point. Ningning follows your touch up her leg with her gaze, watches your hand for a moment before looking back at you, promptly parting her lips to speak.
Maybe it was the wide eyes, shining for you with a glimpse of fear and confusion or the so pretty, plump lips that she insisted on running her pink tongue over or the blush painting her cheeks or— maybe it was everything and the months of watching her from afar, fantasizing about her, it’s not the point, all it matters is that before she can say anything you lurch forward, lips crashing onto hers. Takes a moment for her to react, frozen, and when she does it’s what the part of you with a good sense of morality expects, using all in her to push you away.
Closes her legs so hard your wrist hurts, fists against your chest while squirming and whines and stops and what are you doings are falling from her mouth. Impatience creeps up your spine and you snap yanking your hand from between her thighs, taking one of her wrists in hand roughly, snorting, so close to her face your breaths mix. She tries to break free for a moment more, chest up and down fast while staring at your not-so-happy face.
Tilting your head to the side and arching an eyebrow like who asks you’re done?, says, “I’ve never been good at dealing with not getting what I want,” you lean over to whisper in her ear, “Also, I heard Minjeong would love to collaborate with me. Once in a lifetime opportunity, you know?
It’s cruel the way you say it and she’s not stupid, knows how to put two and two together, the tears sliding free down her cheeks. Whimpers as your lips move from her earlobe to her jaw and down her neck, easing your grip on her wrist and the hand on your chest pushing you away drops to her lap. You grin against her skin and mutter a good girl, hand crawling under her shirt to grab her waist, pulling her more into your body. Part of your brain tells you to snap, to tear her clothes from her, take her like you always imagined, but the other part knows better than scaring her more and that time isn’t in your favor; you’ve been away with her for a few minutes, you still have a performance to record and soon the break will be over and someone will come looking for both of you.
Looking at her you can’t help but coo when she gasps as your fingers slide under the hem of her bra and grope one of her tits, a smirk taking place in your lips. “No, honey, not like that, come on, let me see you,” as she tries to turn her head, your other hand taking hold of her jaw and forcing her to keep looking at you.
You’ve fucked many girls in your life and yet, the euphoria that fills you upon hearing her moan and seeing her expression as you touch her is something completely new.
Her skin is feverish and your hands too cold making her shiver, not so gently taking one of her nipples between thumb and point finger, rolling and pulling it, eyebrows twitching and a whimper escaping past her lips. It’s accidental, her hands flying instantly to cover her mouth, and barely audible but enough to go straight to your core, to have you squeezing your legs looking for relief.
“You are a sensitive little thing, aren’t you?” You say in a low tone, never breaking eye contact with her, “What about this?”
Your free hand follows the same path as the other underneath her shirt and her back arches in a wordless answer. There’s a sick satisfaction in making her fall apart while she insists it doesn’t feel good, in seeing her body betray her pleas for you to stop.
“Take this off,” you rush, pulling her shirt up. Ningning refuses to put her arms up and tries to pry your hands away from her body, claw-like nails digging into your arms as she keeps begging for you to stop but you don’t hesitate on slapping her hands away, forcing her arms up as well as her shirt in a swift movement. She stills, stares at you dumbfounded and you scoff, “What? It’s okay to play with your little tits but you draw the line at me seeing them?”
It’s not okay and you know it. She tries again to push you away when you lean closer to reach behind her back and open her bra, failing to realize her position between the couch and yourself and that all her squirming only gets her body more and more into yours. She stops then as the straps slide down her arms and the piece falls to her lap, chest to chest with you, her face twisting and there’s that noise again, the whimper that makes your insides burn. She looks too pretty, teary wide eyes and blushed cheeks, lips parted and tempting you for a kiss. The idea of sitting on her face crosses your mind and the mere thought of her looking up at you from between your legs with the same wide eyes makes your hole clench around nothing, you can feel yourself growing slick.
But now your tongue craves to taste her much more than your own cunt craves her mouth.
Even her skin tastes nice on your tongue, going gooseflesh as you suck on a certain point of her neck and the effect it has on her is some kind of sorcery. She seems to forget everything; the struggling, the begging, where you two are. Fails to keep quiet when your mouth reaches her breasts, taking one nipple gently between teeth and sucking it greedily. You feel her bucking her hips, searching for friction, and glance up at her, seeing the way she covers her mouth with a hand trying to muffle her noises, tears rolling down her cheeks while she stares into your eyes with a certain look that makes you grin against her chest — no more fear or disgust but shame for liking it something so vile being done against her.
After a few minutes you pull back to admire your work, her chest heaving, puffy nipples shining with spit and even though you know better than to leave marks, the bruise looks cute on the soft underside of her breast. Your hand slides down her belly in no time, toying with the hem of her sweatpants for a moment before sliding further down between her legs and she begins squirming again, gripping on your shoulder and trying to push you away in vain, making you chuckle, watching her face carefully.
It’s a sight to see, the way her fighting merges with acceptance, clenched fists against your chest at the same time she lifts one leg so her foot can rest on the couch, unconsciously — or not — spreading herself and making it much easier for you to feel her soaked entrance through her underwear. Suddenly so quiet as you pull it to the side, no stops or crying or begging, only a shaky you’re sick cut off by a moan as a finger slides inside her.
It takes one, two, three slow ins and outs and the press of your thumb on her clit to have her melting, hands that once pushed you away now grabbing onto your shirt just for the sake of it, pliant under you like you wanted her to be from the beginning. Still, it’s not enough.
Your movements slow down almost to the point of stopping, no other choice for her but move on her own trying to feel something and you let her.
“Ningning?” She hums absently in answer, more cunt-thinking than anything else. You kiss her cheek lovingly and drag your lips to her ear to whisper, “Why aren’t you screaming?”
Ningning stills and frowns, blinking at you. “What?”
“Why aren’t you screaming? I never tried to stop you from doing so.”
She just stares at you in confusion, mouth open-close-open-close like a fish out of water, “I don’t—”
“None of that! Just admit it, silly girl, it’s nice, isn’t it?” She moans loudly as your thumb is suddenly too fast and slippery over her clit and your hand is fast over her mouth, hissing quiet! through teeth. “I’ll ask you again, why aren’t you screaming?”
You uncover her mouth and she takes a few deep breaths. She looks down between your bodies, at where your hand disappears and moves inside her pants and the squelching noises get louder as her hole gets wetter around your finger. When she looks back at you, her lips tremble and the tears are back in her eyes, ready to spill. It’s really quiet, between sniffs and if you weren’t so close to her you certainly wouldn’t have heard it, “Because… Because I like it?”
There she is.
“You do?” Your smile is so big your cheeks hurt, voice sugar coated and you know you look crazy or sick like she called you. “That’s my girl!”
You take her lips and there’s a brief moment of resisting before she’s yours completely, the tension leaving her body; parting her lips to let your tongue in. You pull away and she moves forward, following you with a pout, needing more, whining as you push her to lay back again. As you slide down to your knees, Ningning lifts her hips without you saying a thing, squirming impatiently when you take time to unlace and take off her sneakers, like the minutes aren’t passing — like you aren’t salivating.
Ningning is not the biggest example of patience, shoves her own pants and underwear down and spreads her legs wide, sitting more at the edge of the couch, closer to your face. Pretty just like you thought she would be, soaked and glistening under the lights, wetness sliding out of her cunt and down to her ass.
“Look at you,” you say, kissing a path on the inside of her thighs but never looking away and she squirms a bit uncomfortably under the weight of your stare.
Hands in your hair urge your mouth closer and you’re too desperate to tell her to not touch, so instead, you give in.
She’s salty and sweet and so much better than you could’ve imagined, mouth wide open and not holding back, doing your best to savor every single drop she gives you and more. Too wet, too much, tries to close her legs when your nose bumps repeatedly against her clit, which has you using both hands to force her legs spread and barking for her to stop moving. She struggles to keep quiet and it’s totally your fault, you should be careful, but there has never been anything careful about the way you eat pussy and it shouldn’t be different with her, especially with her. Head side to side, tongue flat and up, up, down, down, deeper into her hole—
You sit back on your heels, panting, fingers replacing your mouth on her slit and smearing arousal all over her puffy lips, her breath hitching when your middle and index finger slide inside her with ease while you watch slightly in awe, straight and deep, scissoring movements to stretch her open, her eyes rolling back when you crook them up.
Ningning curses under her breath, toys with her own tits in a failed way to try and mimic how you played with them earlier, the constant rubbing of your fingers against the spongy spot inside her being too much for her to think straight and not enough for her to cum and you know that, it’s on purpose and all on your face, a shark-like grin, your eyes flickering between her pretty face, eyes closed shut and biting her lip so hard you worry she might hurt herself, and her pussy, how your fingers come out more wet at each pump and her clit is begging for your attention.
She can barely open her eyes, a small line that is more tears than anything else looking down at you. Reaches for your wrist and pulls it more into her, fingers deeper, holding it so tightly it hurts, gasps, “Just a little—”
Kissing her mound, you nod, “Shh, I know, honey, I know.”
And you do know, not thinking much before using your free hand to expose her clit and spitting on it, action that has her almost sliding from the couch with how hard her hips buck. Slippery and red and aching, you wrap your lips around it and moan against her, sucking mercilessly.
If you were in the mood to be meaner, you would hold her down; if you had more time, you would be meaner; if you weren’t in a dressing room fucking her during a break and risking being caught, you would have more time, so you let her have her fun rocking against your face in a desperate search for relieve, almost like fucking your mouth.
Ningning tosses her head back and you can’t see more than her mouth falling in a soundless scream, your hand crawling up her torso to touch the breasts she had now let go and it’s impossible to drag you deeper and yet it’s what it feels like with her walls clenching around your fingers.
There’s a soft touch on your forehead, a push, harder and harder when your mouth doesn’t back away from her core, a cry from above you, “S-top, I can’t—”
You barely move to speak, annoyed, “Don’t you dare push me away again.”
She doesn’t.
It’s not for her pleasure anymore but yours and you couldn’t care less, slurping noises filling the room, the thought of if someone outside can hear it crossing your mind. The way her body curls up, small hands grabbing at your hair to the point it hurts, her pretty face twisted in such a scowl that if you didn’t know you would think she is in pain with the moments that pass and your tongue doesn’t stop swirling around the sensitive bud between her legs driving her into overstimulation, all of it makes your desire to keep going until she’s wasted increase and it’s a shame that you can’t. To her relief you let go of her clit with a wet, loud sound, tongue flat in a last taste, and her body falls slack back on the couch, breathless, subtle twitches of her legs as you kiss the inside of her thighs, pumping your fingers a few more times before pulling out just to hear her whine again.
You stare at your glistening fingers, ready to lick them clean before an idea pops into your mind, rising from the floor to sit by her side. Ningning opens her eyes as you get closer to her, teary orbs widening as you grab her by the neck, not saying a thing before shoving your fingers past her already parted lips and filling her mouth with her own taste. You don’t apologize when you reach too deep and she gags, instead presses down on her tongue and smiles proudly when she starts to suck.
“Good girl,” you mutter, transfixed by the way her lips wrap around your fingers and her head bobs slightly, one hand holding your hand in place, eyes looking into yours, “I told you it was going to be nice, didn’t I?”
“It was,” she says, letting go of your wrist and your digits fall from her lips, your hand sliding to her waist, leaving a trail of spit behind. She smiles, “I had fun.”
Ningning looks cute, at ease, like a switch had been flipped inside her head considering how she was struggling against you minutes before, now not caring that she’s still completely naked in front of you nor about the way you hungrily stare down at her.
“You should get dressed, soon someone will come looking for you.”
Her face falls, something close to disappointment washing over it and not going unnoticed by you, caressing her cheek and making her look at you while arching an eyebrow as if who says what?
Ningning huffs and blows a strand of hair a bit childishly, then gestures to your body, “You don’t want me to… repay the favor?”
“Are you that desperate to touch me?” You say nonchalantly, smirking at the way her face reddens twice more and she stutters to explain herself. “I’m messing with you. Next time, yeah? Now get dressed.”
It’s adorable the way her eyes shine at the mention of next time, nodding happily. You get up and walk to your vanity desk, looking through your makeup artist’s things in search of something to clean her face. Shooting a glance to the mirror, you watch her.
It feeds your ego to see a girl shaking and looking a bit lost because of what you did to her and it’s no different with Ningning, flushed face and pouting, too numb to properly stand and almost tripping on her pants. She struggles with her bra and you step closer, motioning for her to turn around and she promptly obeys, murmuring a quiet thank you when you clasp the piece.
She doesn’t object when you hold her chin, wiping her tears and mascara stained cheeks with cleansing tissues. “Unnie?”
“Hm?”
She chews on her lip nervously. “Are we… Can I… I mean, were you serious about the song?”
You tilt your head, frowning at her. She has her reasons to doubt you, you know that, but you can’t help but get offended.
“What, you think I lied to you? That I said that just to fuck you? You really think so low of me?”
Her eyes widen and she shakes her head frantically, has a hard time speaking because of how harshly you’re grabbing her face, “No, no, but you said Minjeong—”
“And? I say a lot of things when I’m mad. I do want you on the song, Ningning,” you say, more bitterly than you really meant, “but she’s a good second choice if you keep acting up.”
“I won’t, I promise.”
“Yeah, you better not.” You let go of her and walk to the other side of the room, throwing the wipes on the small trash can. There’s silence, only the annoying repetitive noise of the ceiling fan as you scribble your number down on a piece of paper, even adding a small heart and handing it to her. She takes it, unfolds to take a look and gasps, corner of her lips curving upward. “Don’t lose it, call me or text me tonight. I will also ask my manager to contact your team.”
“Oka—”
You cut her off with a kiss, hands flying to her waist and pulling her closer. Ningning moans against your lips and you wish you could torture her for a little more, savor her for just a few more minutes, but there’s a knock on the door, the familiar voice of her manager making her head snap around. She pouts, not wanting to let go either, turning back to you with a questioning look.
“What happened here, it stays between us,” she nods, giggling girlishly as you boop her nose and give her a last peck on the lips. “Now go.”
She leaves with a look over her shoulder and a small wave, to which you wink in return and mouth a call me, blush creeping up her face instantly. Afterwards, sitting down with your makeup artist doing her work on your face, you think about how much easier it is to play with her than you thought it would be — and how it might last.
a/n: so...that was it. i'm sorry if it feels rushed in certain parts and if it lacks on others, it’s not my best work and i wish i could’ve done something better but at certain point this was really stressing me out 😭 we hit 2k followers a few days ago and i'm really thankful for all of you guys and the support, it feels good knowing that there people out there that think like me! i'm sorry for not being as active as in the beginning, i'll try my best to fix that!
i think a few changes are going to happen, i don't know, i still have a lot of asks to answer and i don't know when i'll finish that, in a few days my anon inbox will be closed again 😭 i hope you guys understand that, i'm not ignoring anyone, it just overwhelms me! maybe i'll post more long fics, i have some ideas, or maybe just make more of my own posts like i said once... let's see!
i love all of you, thanks for being here with me for this whole year — yep, we also hit one year!
with love, simi 🤍
#writing.txt#aespa smut#ningning smut#ningning x reader#ning yizhuo x reader#girlgroup smut#gxg smut#aespa imagines#ningning imagines#cw: dubcon#cw: age difference#cw: power imbalance
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I wish you would write a fic where established relationship between reader and Crosshair gets a little angsty when reader has to treat/comfort Crosshair while he’s suffering from some sort of temporary sensory loss. (Sight is preferred but any would be cool)
Ohhh what an idea, I love this! Thank you! Sorry this took so long, haha!
I had a wild week at work and finally had time to type out this little angsty brainworm 🤓
This is in response to the “I wish you would write a fic about…” ask game that I can’t find the link to!
By My Side
Pairing: Crosshair x Gen!Reader
Warnings: Angst, loss of vision, mentions of drugs/imprisonment. Hopeful ending. Just some classic CrossAngst.
WC: 1300 (I got way carried away)
Summary/Fic Scenario: You and Crosshair were together before Order 66. Crosshair decided to join the Empire, you did not. You begged him to come with you and his brothers, but he made his choice.
You assisted TBB in rescuing Crosshair and Omega from Mount Tantiss and brought them to Pabu. You offered your home for Crosshair to rest, as he was unconscious from the rescue. Cue angst. Will I write a full fic about this one day? Do I have a WIP? Maybe. Hehe. I hope this is up your alley, anon!
When he finally woke, it was to darkness.
Crosshair tried to control the panic rising in his chest, gripping the blankets tight under his fingers.
He blinked again, the darkness easing up just a bit, some fuzzy blobs of color visible.
Panic was still steadily rising, trying to choke out a word, any sound, but his voice was hoarse.
He slowly sat up, realizing he wasn’t restrained in any way, and the bed he was lying on was soft.
Soft?
Crosshair focused momentarily, listening, his one sense that wasn’t currently disrupted.
He could hear distant waves and quiet cries of birds.
Laughter drifted in on a breeze, salt catching his nose.
He wasn’t on Mount Tantiss anymore, that was for certain.
His panic let up slightly as he desperately tried to rub his eyes, hoping to clear the fog.
If he wasn’t there, where was he? Was he dead, is this a dream? A new type of drug they had him under?
His memory was as hazy as his vision, not remembering anything or now he got to be here.
The last broken thought he had was speaking with Omega, her trying to comfort him, saying she knew his brothers were coming to rescue them.
He remembered scoffing at the notion, but deep down, wishing her hopeful statement was true.
Crosshair took a breath, trying to collect his muddled thoughts. His head was pounding and ringing, blood rushing in his ears.
His body was weak and sore, and he was completely disoriented.
While captured, they only fed him the bare minimum to keep him alive. If he had to fight his way out of wherever he currently was, he didn’t have much strength left.
It didn’t help that he still couldn’t see.
Crosshair couldn’t continue his plan of escape, hearing a door click and soft footsteps approaching.
“Who is there?” He managed to croak out, the panic and adrenaline that was coursing through his veins mixing with a crushing exhaustion that was now taking over his body.
He was feeble, vulnerable, but still wouldn’t go down without a fight. Crosshair tried to stand, his legs giving out and immediately falling to the ground, unable to make out anything but fuzzy shapes in front of him.
Something was suddenly touching his shoulder, and he scrambled away. He hit his head on what must have been a side table or dresser as he desperately swiped the air with his hands at nothing.
“Stay back!” He hissed, lost in darkness, trying to feel for anything around him to use as a weapon.
“Crosshair…Crosshair, it’s okay! It’s me.”
Crosshair froze, bristling at the sound of your voice. He curled himself into a corner like a wounded animal, ready to strike.
He must be dead. This must be hell.
It was your voice.
You.
Pain gripped his heart, he couldn’t speak.
“You’re safe. We’re safe.”
A million emotions pulsed through his system as he processed the fact you were there. Was this a hallucination?
Crosshair felt a touch on his shoulder again, realizing it was your hand. He flinched at your touch, but didn’t pull away. Your contact was hesitant, unsure.
“Tech said your vision should return within a day or two. It’s a side effect of the drugs from the lab.”
Crosshair felt like he was falling, every word you spoke opening old wounds. He may as well be back on the operating table, being sliced open.
It was you. It had to be. Your cadence, soft yet affirming, the voice that haunted his dreams every night.
After all he did…you were here?
He was glad he couldn’t see your face, what expression did you wear? Disgust? Pain? Anger?
“We can explain everything later. We are all here, safe from the Empire.”
“Omega…?” He finally croaked out.
“Her too, she’s fine, just resting.”
Crosshair let out a breath. She was right, they did come for them. And so did you.
The last time Crosshair saw you, Kamino was burning, sinking to the depths.
He asked you to come with him.
Your hurt, tear-filled eyes still burned in his mind, the sadness on your face, your desperate words to get him to stay with you.
He did not forget the wrathful anger that practically ate him alive as you left him on Kamino, choosing his brothers over him.
Crosshair felt what you had shared never mattered, feeling foolish at ever letting you in, feeling betrayed that he had shown you part of him that no one had ever seen.
The one person he tentatively and slowly let inside was now turning their back, just like everyone always had.
He should have known.
Pathetic.
At least that’s how he felt initially.
As time went on, and he lay alone in his small Imperial quarters, he thought of you.
He thought of his brothers.
He thought of what he left behind.
He thought of what Cody told him, his words taking hold in his brain more and more. Had he made a mistake?
Now here he was, back with them, back with you.
Fate has a funny way of doing things.
Crosshair stayed silent, letting you help him back into the bed.
What can be said after all this time? After the things he’s done?
Why were you here, helping him?
Crosshair felt the side of the bed lower as you sat next to him.
“Crosshair, I…” You started, also not knowing what to say.
“I can explain everything later, or your brothers can. They are right next door. They figured it was best to give you some space. But I…I thought you might need someone around when you woke up.”
Crosshair could pick up the weariness in your voice.
“I can go if you’d like.” You spoke quietly.
Crosshair wanted to reach out, touch you. But he didn’t deserve that, after all he did. He didn’t even deserve to be in your current presence.
“No.” He rasped.
He felt the bed rise as you stood up.
“Let me bring you some food. You’re probably starving.”
Crosshair heard your footsteps leave his bedside, and picked up on the uneven sound of your steps.
“Wait,” Crosshair called, your footsteps stopping.“Are you hurt?”
There was a few moments of silence.
“Just a few scrapes and bruises, nothing serious.” Your crooked footsteps continued out of the room.
Crosshair knew you were lying, obviously dealing with an injury received while rescuing him.
Guilt stabbed at his chest, knowing you were hurt because of him, carrying scars that you’ll probably have forever.
A reminder of what his family had to go through to rescue him, something he was unworthy of.
Yet here you were, caring for him, at his side, even after everything. Risking your life to save the man who tossed you to the side, abandoned you and his brothers for something he thought was right and was too stubborn to see before it was too late.
Crosshair laid there, hearing the occasional sound of a pantry opening, a plate being set on a counter.
He must be in your home, wherever this is.
You came back into the room, setting food down at the bedside table next to him.
Crosshair wearily sat up again as you touched his hand, guiding it to the food.
“Why are you doing this?” He whispered, your hand not leaving his.
Crosshair could feel your hand trembling.
“You were lost. So we found you.”
Your hand tightened around his.
“I said terrible things. I’ve done terrible things.” Crosshair could feel bile rise in his throat, nauseous at the recollections of what he did serving the Empire. Or maybe it was the drugs wearing off. Or maybe it was remembering how he left you.
He was dizzy.
It was all too much.
Crosshair felt your other hand carefully touch the side of his face, which he instinctually leaned into, desperate for contact that wasn’t medical machinery or hands forcing him into restraints.
“I’m sorry.” Crosshair felt hot tears sting at sides of his eyes, confused, lost, anguished.
Forgiveness isn’t something easily earned. He knew that.
It was going to take a long time to come to terms with everything, with his family, with you.
But for now, you were here, and the rest will come later.
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Protection
Dalton Lambert x fem!reader
Word Count: 3.4k
Warnings: the frat party, a guy being really creepy about flirting and mentions of roofies, descriptions of vomit (briefly), spoilers for insidious
Author’s Note: I started and restarted this a bunch of times but couldn’t figure out a way to do it that I really liked. I hope this is okay for right now, I appreciate you guys giving me your ideas!
Requested: by anon, Heya I love your Dalton Lambert fics brw Had 2 ideas and was wondering if
1. you could write a headcanon/oneshot for Dalton Lambert x Reader where she's all shy/timid when they first meet and then the whole floating away and demon attack thing happens and he wants to protect the reader and from there, their relationship escalates?
2. Smut/Slightly suggested hc for Dalton Lambert x Reader or a relationship HC for them pla
You don't have to write both but just had some ideas
Requested: by anon, Ello!!! Can you do a fic for Dalton Lambert x Reader where Dalton is kinda like protective if the reader please?
The reader is probably round the same age if not a couple years younger and is shy and all but does warm up to him eventually
I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator
(not my gif)
Dalton’s eyes followed you as he gazed from behind his hair. He had seen you around the building, specifically the floor he was living on. There was a living room area that no one ever actually used at the end of the hall and he had run into you there once or twice, usually in passing. He didn’t realize you had a class together until the second week of class, when he saw your face attentively listening in the back of the classroom. Your lips were pursed with concentration but were so focused on the teacher he didn't think you could see anything else. That’s why he felt so comfortable starring; he truly believed you had no idea.
The class droned on. It was a gen ed requirement that he would google the answers to. He could sit with his sketchbook open and lightly brushing his pencil over the paper. He didn’t realize he was drawing you until he looked down. He was then made consciously aware of how he saw you. Poised, shy, timid, pretty.
“Miss Y/L/N,” the professor said, breaking you out of your perfectly sculpted listening gaze. Your eyes went wide with what Dalton assumed was fear. “Do you know the answer?” He looked back up at the board. Some slideshow with a lot of numbers, none that made any sense to him. When had he stopped taking notes?
You looked down at your own notes. You knew the answer but for some reason it was stuck in your throat. You cleared it, attempting to force the word out of your mouth. You had to look away before you could answer.
“237,” you offered, voice quiet.
The professor’s gaze was predatory. Dalton didn’t like the way he was gazing at you, like you were something to be conquered, someone to be broken down. He had never enjoyed the teachers who leached into clearly shy students. The professor nodded, moving along, giving you neither a praise or a follow up question. Your face was now glued down. He had clearly startled you out of your shell.
When class ended, Dalton got up first. He didn't have as much to put away because he wasn’t actually paying attention. He weaved against the flow of traffic to the back of the room where you were carefully placing your things back into your bag.
“Don’t worry about him,” he said, without thinking. He should’ve thought twice about letting you know he was watching you but the words had already escaped his mouth. “He’s a dick.” You looked up at Dalton, eyes pretty and doe like. You cleared your throat, another instance of forcing yourself to speak when no words were coming out.
You nodded instead.
“You live in the same building as me right? Miller Hall?” You nodded again, this time a sound coming with it.
“Yeah. Dalton right?” Your voice was still quiet but he smiled at the reassurance that he was also noticed.
“Yeah. Y/N?” You nodded back at him. You stood up from your chair, putting your bag over your shoulder. “Are you going back there? I don’t mean to ask in a creepy way, swear.” He chuckled nervously. “I was just heading back and was wondering if you wanted some company.” Suddenly he was the shy one. He felt like cowering under your gaze, revoking his invitation and running out the door. He tried to remember what his mom had said about making friends. All he had right now was Chris and she had other friends. He needed to branch out. Branching out could help him with his sleep issues.
“Sure,” you said finally, voice surprisingly pleasant. “This is my last class today.” He smiled, all teeth and gums, while he moved out of the way so you could go first.
“Me too. I took way too many early classes.”
“Same,” you said. You walked out the door and he followed quickly behind to keep in pace with you. It was a nice fall day, leaves falling down and gathering in the grass. Weeds were overgrown, no one was lingering out in the cold. The walk back would be uneventful but peaceful. “How do you like the building?”
“It’s fine. We live too high up for my taste.”
“And the elevators are always broken,” you said.
“Yes! That should be illegal when there are so many floors.” The comradery broke some tension between the two of you. Your smile lost some tension.
“Do you have a roommate?” you questioned.
“I did but not anymore. Her name’s Chris so we got mixed up on the gender assignments,” he explained. “You?”
“Not currently, no. I was lucky and didn’t have anyone to start with.” You held your bag close to your side. Dalton weaved through the cobblestone walkway that had quickly become familiar to him. “The building settles a lot at night. It can get spooky by myself.”
“I hear that,” he muttered. “I still have a nightlight.” He wasn’t sure why he had admitted that you didn’t give him any crazed reaction.
“It can get dark,” you admitted. Your lack of judgment made him feel a little bit safer as the walk continued. He wondered how many doors down you were. He wondered if maybe you would be up for a sleepover later in your friendship, just so that neither of you get scared anymore. His mind wandered and he didn’t reel any thoughts back in as you asked him about his art.
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Dalton enjoyed hanging out with you. He hadn’t known a person to sit quietly with him while he worked and you worked and you both just enjoyed having someone else there. You would walk down to his room, bare feet padded on the hardwood floor, and knock on his door, with your textbooks tucked under your arm.
You got the spare bed while he sketched, playing some music quietly from his music. This is how you would spend time together. Talking when necessary but never feeling pressured to. It was easy to get lost in silence when Dalton got zoned into his work.
Chris opened the door without knocking.
“We should go to the frat party tonight,” she announced instead of saying hello. You and Dalton looked up. You even jumped at the sudden change of atmosphere. You were nose deep in work. You had met Chris in passing and knew she was friends with Dalton. She had always been kind to you, if not a little invasive. You didn’t mind here though.
“All of us?” you asked, voice quiet.
“I think you need to get out of your shell. Both of you. You’re so preoccupied with things going on in your brain it seems like I can never get you to hang out like normal people.” Dalton shared a wary glance with you.
“I don’t know Chris,” he said.
“I do.” She took a step forward. “What’s the worst that could happen? You get drunk and have to come home? It’s boring and we leave early?”
“Frat parties have never exactly been safe for girls,” you told her, caution laced in your voice.
“I’ll be there,” Chris said.
“So will I,” Dalton said, with more umph. You met his gaze. There was a glaze of protection over his eyes that made you feel better about going. It also left you with a small warm pit in your stomach, something akin to appreciation or adoration. You gave him a warm smile.
“I don’t know guys,” you said.
“C’mon. You have gotta get out eventually. Why not sooner rather than later?”
Dalton gave you a look again. He was asking you with his eyes if you were okay with it. After spending some time together in silence, you had gotten used to reading each other's expressions. You shrugged. He narrowed his eyes. You opened yours wider, shaking your head in disinterest.
“Okay no more Jedi mind talk,” Chris said. “Yes or no?”
“We’ll go,” you said. Dalton tried to hide his surprise.
“Sounds like we’re going then.”
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The frat party was loud. It was so loud that you could barely hear yourself think over the people screaming at each other, stumbling over the furniture and spilling drinks onto the ground. It was slippery and unwelcoming. It was nothing you had ever actually experienced before. You tried so hard to keep yourself out of these situations so you didn’t have to be uncomfortable for an extended period of time.
You found yourself standing closer to Dalton, as close as you had ever actually been to him. There is something special about being stuck in an unwelcoming space and becoming even closer with people you wouldn’t have otherwise been so close with. Chris pushed forward.
You found a mostly empty doorway and gathered like you were going to make a game plan or something.
“Let’s be nosy upstairs,” Chris said. You immediately cramped up with the thought of someone walking in on you being in their space. “We’re already here. Why not? You wanna stay down here?” Chris questioned. You could tell she was trying to be helpful. You really liked her and appreciated her excitement but was already way too far out of your comfort zone.
“You can go. I can go find some crackers or something,” you said to Dalton. He raised his eyebrows, shaking his head.
“I can stay with you.”
“No, no. There could be something up there that’s fun. Bring me down a present.” He shared a glance with Chris.
“See? She’s giving you permission Dalton, let’s go.” You rolled your eyes playfully and shoved him forward a little. He looked back between the two of you but Chris was already grabbing his arm. “She’ll keep her phone on.” She dragged him by the arm upstairs.
You turned back to the crowd. There were a few people there you recognized from class but no one you were friends with. You cleared your throat and straightened your back. You could do this. You could be a college student who goes and gets a shitty drink and lurks in the background.
The kitchen was less packed, which you were grateful for. There were straggled, circling the kitchen island. There was a bunch of finger food that you didn’t exactly trust. You found a punch bowl, which you didn’t trust either, but grabbed a solo cup anyway. You tried to slink back, not make too much attention as you waited for Chris and Dalton to come back down.
You walked back towards the main room where the music was being played. You bumped into others who paid you no mind. The dance floor was the best for people to watch. There were girls there with pretty makeup and interesting outfit choices. They danced, eyes closed, smiling with each other as they drank. The boys watched as well, eyes traveling further down than yours were.
“Hey.” You turned around, not noticing at first that someone was talking to you. “You’re in my 201 math class right?”
A boy you didn’t recognize was leaning against the wall beside you. You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to place his face. He had a dirty expression on his face that you didn’t like. He was taller than you, looking down and it felt like you were cowering. You shook your head.
“I don’t think so.”
“No, I think you are. With Straus?” Maybe you just didn’t pay enough attention to your fellow students in that class. You grabbed the solo cup tighter, holding it to your chest. You thought of all the stories of boys slipping things in girls drinks while they’re unaware. The haunting thought lingered. You suddenly wished Dalton was around and then was startled with how deep your connection with him was. You hadn’t known each other long but you supposed it was just something about living with no real friends in a new environment.
“It’s a big class,” you lied. He gave an exaggerated nod.
“Yeah tots.” He moved closer to you. You took a step back and hit the wall. You glanced up to the stairs, unable to find a familiar face.
Upstairs, Dalton was laying underneath the bed of Nick the Dick. He could see the bathroom through his eyeline, the feet of a boy that should not be there. The puke pooled on the ground, next to his weathered shoes. Nick was standing at the mirror, saying something stupid that Dalton wasn’t listening to. His breathing was weathered. He looked at the door, wishing Chris to come save him, wishing he had brought you upstairs.
What is that?
What is that?
Nick opened the door and left. He crawled out from underneath the bed feverishly and looked up, just to be met with the boy's face again. This time he puked all over Dalton whose eyes shut in surprise and disgust. He scrunched his hands together, trying to throw aside the vision.
The door opened. Chris emerged.
“Dalton?” He looked over at him. “Dalton? Are you okay?” He looked back up. Nothing. Nothing. He took a deep breath, eyes still wide and crazed. He got up. Chris was still talking but he pushed past her, mumbling something about how they needed to leave. He barreled down the stairs, pushing past someone as he went.
He looked across the room. He was still reeling from whatever happened in the bathroom. All the faces looked like a blur. He searched for something familiar, needing to find the face he was looking for.
Finally he eyes set on you. You were in the corner of the room, being boxed in by some guy he didn’t recognize. The man had an arm over your head, leaning in real close. He could see your face from behind him.
Dalton pushed forward. He put his hand on the man's arm. You were immediately relieved to see him, even though all the color had drained from his face.
“What’s going on?” Dalton asked.
“Nothing man.” He noticed the firm grip you had on the top of your drink. This man’s words were not slurred. He was sober and Dalton decided he was dangerous.
“Is he bothering you?” Dalton asked, eyes going back to you. You didn’t say anything. Your voice remained dead in your throat. If you couldn't talk in the best of times, you couldn’t talk now.
“Everythings fine,” the guy promised.
“Let’s go,” Dalton said. He still had cold sweats running down his face.
“Woah. We were having a conversation here.” Dalton met the guy's face. He didn’t recognize him and he knew his thought process wasn’t sound. He punched the guy anyway.
You gasped, taking a step back. The guy stumbled back but Dalton had already grabbed your arm and pulled you back into the crowd. It was too loud and no one noticed that there was now some annoyed man trying to follow you through the party. Chris was at the front door waiting. You met her eyes.
“What happened?” she asked, trying to keep up with Dalton’s fast paced walk.
“Some guy was scaring her.”
“Huh?”
“He was being a lot,” you promised. Even as you walked back towards your building, Dalton’s iron grip was on your arm.
“What happened before that?” Chris asked. Her voice was stern.
“What?” you asked.
“Don’t worry about it right now. Let’s just get back.” You glanced back at the now fading party. You couldn’t see the guy anymore. Dalton had a hard look on his face that you had never seen before.
“We actually do need to talk about that,” Chris said. “Something happened in there.”
“We don’t need to get into that,” he promised. He stopped in the middle of the courtyard. You glanced around the dark night. Campus was mostly silent. You saw the security cart go around the corner.
“You punched someone!” Chris said.
“He was bothering her!” he said.
“But what happened to you up there!” You looked between the two of them. He took a deep breath.
“I saw someone in the bathroom that wasn’t there. I’m having sleep issues.”
“Were you sleeping?” you asked, genuinely concerned. He shook his head.
“Are you okay?” he asked. He turned his body toward you completely. You nodded. You wouldn’t tell if you actually were. You felt invaded and uncomfortable. The feeling lingered around like that man was hiding behind you.
“I’m okay.” He grabbed your hand.
“Are you sure?” You nodded. Chris looked between the two of you.
“Positive,” you promised. “Are you okay?” He wasn’t but he didn’t say it. He knew that you and Chris would hound him and he wasn’t sure how to feel about that. He didn't know what he felt about anything right now.
He nodded.
Chris rolled her eyes.
“Are you gonna buy that?”
“For right now, yeah,” you said. Dalton gave you apologetic eyes. You held his hand, comfortable with it there. Chris took a deep breath.
“Alright fine. Are you gonna be okay tonight?” He nodded, looking back at her. She nodded slowly and turned to the building. It wasn’t far now. “Maybe we all just need to go to sleep. They spiked the punch or something.” He didn’t want to mention he had nothing to drink so he stayed silent. She gestured for you two to follow her.
Your hand remained in Dalton’s. He was holding onto it for dear life as his mind reeled. He had the sudden urge to talk to his mom but he pushed it aside. He was a grown man now. He could deal with this alone or with his friends. You took the elevator, that was gratefully working. Chris stopped off at her floor and gave you both goodnights and I’m sorries.
Finally you were on your floor.
“Thank you for helping me back there,” you said. You had been meaning to say it but the words kept getting stuck in your head.
“Of course. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to help you,” he said.
“Same.” You walked down to his room. He wanted to drop you off but you kept going past your room, no conversation needed. Neither of you wanted to sleep in a lonely room. He pushed open his door, the silence so loud. You sat down on the spare bed.
“I’m gonna get changed,” he said. “You’re welcome to stay. I don’t think I wanna be alone right now.”
“Me too.” He grabbed some clothes and walked to the bathroom.
When he walked down the hallway he thought about how he wasn’t there for you when you needed him. He had been upstairs, scared of his own accord. Something could have happened. He slowly undressed behind a shower curtain. He could’ve stayed and asked you to leave but he didn’t.
Whatever this was, whatever was going on in his head, he had no intention of getting you involved.
None. Not if it meant hurting you.
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Funny batfam gen (non-romantic) recs
last rec list was not exactly happy fics, so to offset it, have funny ones:
Gen fic recs for @genuaryficrecs!
Fandom: DC, batfam.
Focus: Humour (most some also tear your heart out or engage in subtle character building, but you'll laugh while you cry)
Humour is very widespread in fic (…in some fandoms at least), ranging from humour woven in the writing style itself, to situational absurd (crack), to making the reader laugh about absolutely horrifying shit (while still acknowledging how awful it is; which is something I feel I've only ever read in fic), to absolutely unhinged character reactions (to more I don't have in mind right now), so here, a small homage to that.
The Lone Ranger Never Had to Deal with Bruce Wayne, by @theskeptileptic (https://archiveofourown.org/works/51476074)
Chapters 6/6, 25.522 words
G, No Archive Warnings Apply
Main Characters: Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne
Type of gen relationship: uh. Concerned Adult to Kid? Parental-ish? Or just neighbours, depending on who you ask.
Official summary:
Tim is an independent, clever, and super mature eleven-year-old. Unfortunately, his dopey neighbor, Bruce, can’t seem to understand that.
When he decides to disappear on a “solo camping trip” and run away to Canada, he figures it’s the perfect plan that will make everybody happy. He didn’t expect the Waynes would tag along with him and ruin everything.
A six-chaptered tale filled with identity shenanigans, s’mores, soon-to-be-brothers, and a kid who is in desperate need of a new family.
Why I love it:
This is. Hilarious. The perfect mix of very competent Tim and him still very much being an 11-years-old. Himbo Bruce Wayne who just so happens to totally accidentally run into Tim several times to innocently inquire about his parents' whereabouts. The horrifying fact of what Tim is actually doing and how he thinks, in his very logical way (and the horrifying fact that his parents agree with him).
Excerpts:
from: [email protected]
to: [email protected]
Mr. Wayne,
Timothy told me you stopped by earlier today. I am sorry I didn’t get to talk with you. My thyroid was acting up and I was sleeping. Timothy is a good kid. I can make sure he’s safe skateboarding so there is no need to worry. Have a good day!
Sincerely,
The Nanny
from: [email protected]
to: [email protected]
The Nanny,
Thank you for your email last week. Timothy is most definitely a good kid. One of the best. I saw him at the Army Supply Store this afternoon and he mentioned you would be taking him to Cheesequake State Park to meet a friend this weekend? My boys and I are heading that way, so why don’t we save you a trip. We’ll make sure Timothy is taken care of. If you need anything at all, for any reason, please call me at this number: 9088780078. This is my cell phone and I answer it at all hours, no matter what. Nothing is too small or too much of a bother to pick up for. Anything that you need, Timothy’s Nanny, please call.
Sincerely,
Bruce Wayne
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“Anyway, I was on my way to the course, and I realized your father and I haven’t gotten a chance to really ‘hang’, as you kids say, and I had a late tee time, so I thought I’d invite him along.” Mr. Wayne’s teeth were bright and Tim wondered if he used some sort of diamond paste on them. He looked around Tim’s shoulder, as if he wanted to see inside the mansion better. Tim hadn’t turned on any of the lights on account of his shitty night, so the early fall haze that Bristol was so well known for didn’t do much for his visibility.
“I’m sorry, sir, you just missed him.” A pause.
“Well, that’s ok, son. Why don’t you get your mom and I’ll give her a message? I’m sure you’ve got things to do.” He looked at Tim vapidly, smile still firmly in place.
“I’m afraid she’s not here right now either. Shopping.” Tim gritted his teeth and went to close the door. Mr. Wayne’s huge ham hands (why were they so large?) stopped it before it slammed. He chuckled and Tim winced.
“Your nanny, then.” Tim wasn’t sure, but thought the question sounded more strained than Mr. Wayne’s usual flavor of airheadedness.
“She’s sleeping.”
“At eleven in the morning?”
“She has a thyroid problem. I’ll let them all know you stopped by.” Tim pushed the door closed but Mr. Wayne had somehow entered his foyer while he was speaking.
“I’ll write them a note. They can call me when they get back.” He inched closer towards Tim, who sidestepped him before he could ruffle his hair.
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Ain't No Compass, Ain't No Map, by @ebjameston (https://archiveofourown.org/works/38048365)
Chapters: 9/9, 51.863 words
T, No Archive Warnings Apply
Main Characters: Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake
Type of gen relationship: siblings and friends
Official summary:
CPS Agent, pointing at Tim Drake: We need to take him with us
Red Hood: He's fine where he is
CPS: He's a minor
Hood: Timbo, you a minor?
Tim: Can't prove it
CPS: I mean, I can. There are records –
Tim, who has just finishing hacking CPS to remove his own file: Oh really, tell me more about these records
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A CPS agent gets sent to investigate a tip that Tim Drake has been abandoned by his parents and is living with the Red Hood. The CPS agent leaves with no Tim Drake, a date with Red Hood's lieutenant, and an intern who's promising to fix the IT systems at his office.
It's a weird day for Theo.
Why I love it: This is probably the first (non-crossover) DC fic I read, and to date still one of my favorites. It's. Listen. It's from the point of view of a Child Protective Services agent. Who, given his whole deal is to Protect Children, has Opinions about the Robins. And interacts - unknowingly - with them when they're grown (identity porn! Banter!). And he likes them! And they like him! But they have… differing opinions. And I absolutely love it. So. Many. Feels. And humour. It's 80% jokes and 70% feels and 50% social commentary about the canon and 20% plot and 40% fluff and 30% angst and some parts are all of that at once.
Excerpt:
“Nightwing, wait, serious question,” Theo says. “About when you were baby Robin.”
Max’s fingers tense up a bit on Theo’s elbow, and some of the earlier tension creeps back into Nightwing’s frame. “Yes?”
“Did the Batmobile have a car seat?”
“Did the what have a what ,” Nightwing says.
“I’ve seen your stats from when you were just getting started,” Theo says. “You weren’t anywhere close to 4-foot-9. You would’ve needed a booster seat for at least the first two years you were Robin, so.”
“So, did the Batmobile have a carseat,” Nightwing repeats faintly.
Theo gets out his phone to take notes. “Yes. That is what I am asking.”
“Buddy,” Hood says. “Most of the Batmobiles don’t even have seatbelts.”
“How would you even know that?” Bernard asks.
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IRIS Log #1548, by @deadchannelradio (https://archiveofourown.org/works/51647209)
Chapters: 1/1, 8531 Words
T, No Archive Warnings Apply
Main Characters: whole batfam
Type of gen relationship: familial
Official summary:
A Disclaimer From Your Friendly Neighborhood Oracle:
The following is a transcript of Patrol Communications Audio written by state of the art transcription technology, IRIS (Interpretation of Recorded Intelligence Software). IRIS was created to provide easily searchable records, automatically, and eliminate the need to transcribe each patrol audio log manually. That being said, IRIS is still experimental, and may not always be entirely accurate.
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(01:25) Red Hood: (Mild static) (Out of breath, slurred) You motherfuckers. Put some fuckin-
(01:25) Batman: (Shaking) Red Hood-
(01:25) Red Hood: Shut up. Put some fucking respect. On my name. Start fucking copying me. I just got thrown fucking. Um. 40 feet. Into a fucking uh. What's it. Ditch. I'm still fucking conscious.
(01:25) Batman: Red Hood, do not move, we're en route-
(01:25) Red Hood: What'll I win if I stand up.
(01:25) Batman: (Loud) Do not stand up.
Why I love it: The format (transcription of comms) is fun. Also it's. Just. Really funny? The… energy of it? I mean just read the excerpts honestly.
Excerpt:
(01:34) Nightwing: Don’t get mad, Red. He’s got a concussion.
(01:34) Red Hood: (Agreeably) I am all bonked up. (Laughter: Nightwing) Hey. Cass. Cassie. Is my leg fucked. The right one.
(01:34) Blackbat: It. (Pause, 3 seconds) (Reading) I am not your medical provider and can’t diagnose injuries or illness. Please ask your doctor when you are under their care.
(01:34) Red Hood: Oh. Um, okay. Can you tell me as buddies? Not as my doctor. (Laughter: Spoiler, Red Robin) Just as buddies.
(01:35) Blackbat: …Super busted. Bad. As buddies.
(01:35) Batman: Blackbat. We are not medical-
(01:35) Red Hood: She said as buddies. It’s fine.
(01:35) Spoiler: (Laughing) The as buddies legal loophole.
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Bang, bang, by Ididloveyou_once (@ididloveyou) (https://archiveofourown.org/works/30246978)
Chapters: 1/1, 5.563 words
T, Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings (an accidental gunshot wound played for laughs)
Main Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd
Type of gen relationship: very much Siblings
Official summary:
‘You shot me!’ Jason gasped, stunned, ‘Holy shit, you actually shot me.’
Tim’s eyes widened and he froze. They stared at each other for a second, dumbstruck and then-
‘Don’t tell Bruce.’Or: The family enjoy a normal movie night. Except Jason has a gunshot wound and Tim’s the only one who knows and oh- that’s because Tim’s the one who shot him and they really, really need to find a way to leave before anyone finds out.
Why I love it:
Hmmm okay so maybe I really like a good Jason & Tim relationship. But objectively. This is great. Peak siblings relationships. The threat of Getting In Trouble forcing an emergency alliance between two mutually annoyed siblings who scramble to hide something? Peak comedy.
Excerpt:
‘Okay, sorry. I didn’t mean it like that either,’ he pinched the bridge of his nose, ‘I just mean. Don’t worry about me being in pain. I’m fine. And don’t worry about looking like an asshole. You shot me, you already look like an asshole. But that’s fine because now we’re even.’
Jason sighed at the kid’s sour expression. So his words of reassurance needed some work, sue him.
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Into the Brighter Night, by @shoalsea (https://archiveofourown.org/works/20935463)
Chapters: 12/12, 162,894 words
G, No Archive Warnings Apply
Main Characters: Tim Drake, whole batfam, Young Justice team
Type of gen relationship: familial and friends
Official summary:
When an unknown enemy threatens Robin, Gotham's vigilantes come together to keep him safe.
Unfortunately, they're protecting the wrong Robin.
Or: Tim Drake plans his own rescue. Things get complicated.
Why I love it:
Oooooh not just batfam this time. Tim is way too competent, and the Young Justice have his back (and a lot of resentment towards the batfam).
Hyperactive Young Justice energy, Very Good Characterization, miscommunication (as in Bruce -the whole batfam really- is trying but they're super bad at clearly expressing feelings).
And the tone of it? The writing? Hilarious and rips your heart out. This is super interesting interconnected character dynamics (with the batfam and Tim's team that's so many more different relationships than usual) and a deep look at canon events, all of it wrapped in hilarious dialogue.
One of my fave Tim-centric fics, and I've read some very good ones.
Excerpt:
[Impulse on a long distance call with the batfam - minus Tim]
Jay makes a disbelieving sound. “You’re telling me that Red Robin—Mr. Responsibility himself—helped you hide and maintain a secret spaceship for years? Seriously?”
“Uh, yeah? Duh?”
“No offense,” Duke says, “but that doesn’t really sound like the guy we know.”
Bruce sighs. Stephanie huffs out a laugh. Impulse just looks unimpressed. “Are we talking about the same person? Robin numero tres, currently Red? The same guy who once hid an extra Batmobile in the batarang budget and shipped it to California in secret? The same guy who founded Young Justice, an unauthorized vigilante group of teens that started out with no adult supervision? And lied to the Justice League and the government to keep Secret safe?”
“Secret?” Duke says at the same time Jay sputters out, “He stole a whole Batmobile?”
“More like embezzled,” Impulse says. “But yeah, dude, it’s Rob. I know he gives off the straight-and-narrow vibe, like, 90% of the time he’s interacting with the public or authority figures, but that’s mostly because it’s way, waaaay easier to get away with stuff if you don't ‘openly project an air of defiance.’”
“Oh my god,” Stephanie says. “He’s given you that speech too?”
“He’s given us multiple versions of that speech,” Impulse says.
Stephanie’s turned away from the screen now and is explaining to Duke, “Red Robin is kind of the definition of ‘I do what I want,’ but most of the time what he wants to do is at least nominally reasonable or responsible, so no one cares.”
“And when somebody does care,” Impulse says, “you just gotta be sneaky and smart. Comply until their backs are turned, you know? I mean, even with the Titans we—what?” he pauses, spinning his chair, clearly distracted by something off-screen. “No, I’m just talking to the Bats. I think there’s a whole flock of them.”
Conner Kent wanders into view, towelling off his hair and wearing what looks like some kind of maintenance jumper. “‘Sup,” he says to the camera, leaning in. “Superman’s not there, is he?”
“Nope,” Impulse says.
“Thank god. Where’s Rob?”
“Batnap.”
Conner puts his hands on his hips. “Dude. Weren’t you supposed to wake him up?”
Impulse spins in his chair again. “Wonder Girl said not to.”
“What, and he agreed?”
“No. He might have been unconscious at the time. Which, technically, means Wonder Girl is in charge.”
Conner groans. “He’s gonna kill you.” Turning to the camera, he adds, “Look, sorry about this, I’ll go get him.”
“Heynowaitaminute,” Impulse says. “Listen. I’m the captain, you gotta at least hear me out!” Conner rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t move. “Everything is still going according to plan, okay? Rob did in fact say that we should one hundred percent wake him up as soon as we could get a call through. True. But Wonder Girl said to let him sleep. And he definitely needs it.”
“Yeah, but, again, he’s gonna be pissed if—”
“Listen. I have thought this through.” When Conner just looks skeptical, he adds, “I have! I worked it out logically. See, if we wake up Rob, Wondy’s gonna be pissed off. At us. Right now. If we don’t wake him up, he’s gonna be pissed off later and he’s gonna be mad at her, not us. Therefore, we should do what Wonder Girl says.”
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Beef Consommé, by @vamillepudding (https://archiveofourown.org/works/42348438)
Chapters: 2/2; 14.230 words
T, Chose Not To Use Warnings
Main Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson
Type of gen relationship: siblings
Official summary:
Parenting is Bruce's thing, and Jason isn't planning on messing with that. But when Bruce fails to spot the countless red flags about Tim's home life, it falls to Jason to step up. Of course it does. Because he's literally the only one in his family who knows how to be responsible, and if Dick disagrees, he can suck it.
Why I love it:
I have a weakness for the "Dick and Jason team up and adopt Tim" trope. Also, I love Jason's voice in it. (and this fic is very funny but I feel like I'm repeating myself)
Excerpts:
“Pizza?” Tim repeats, sounding hopeful.
Jason is on the verge of telling him to go screw himself, but then he starts wondering how long Tim has been in his apartment and whether he ate dinner before he came here. Probably not. Did he eat lunch? Should Jason ask? What would Dick do?
“Fine,” he says eventually. “But I’m picking the toppings, and you can’t have dessert.”
There’s a beat.
“I didn’t want dessert,” Tim says, voice taking on a bewildered edge. “What are you talking about?”
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It’s Wednesday evening and Jason is getting pizza. Dick’s waiting back in Jason’s apartment, because growing up with Bruce has him used to getting waited on hand and foot, and apparently he thinks Jason is his own personal servant or something. It’s oppression, is what it is.
“It’s not oppression,” Dick yells after him just before Jason closes the door, “it’s called losing a coin toss, asshole!”
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Birds on Jaybird Street, by @cynassa (https://archiveofourown.org/works/39115587)
Chapters: 4/4, 14.717 words
T, No Archive Warnings Apply
Main Characters: Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake
Type of gen relationship: Siblings
Official summary:
Jason is both annoyed and weirdly flattered when the replacement turns up to ask him for help. He mentally rearranges his calendar so he can be free Wednesday evening and says, “No, fuck off, I have very important business going on.”
Tim eyes his 72” TV playing Japanese wrestling more judgmentally than it really deserves.
“Important crime things,” Jason emphasizes. “Make Wingdick do it.”
Jason doesn't think much of it when Tim needs his help, or Damian moves in, or even when Dick turns up looking beat all to hell. But at some point he realizes that he might be the best option his brothers have to recover from the cycle of violence that Batman has set up, and all he can think is that things were much easier when he was the villain.
Why I love it:
In which Dick and Jason decide to adopt Tim and Damian (Jason's kind of an asshole, but a caring one).
Kind of the same reason as the previous one: love that trope, love the tone, very funny.
Excerpt:
Jason lies, "Sure, I'll take it up with Bruce "
"Sure you will, " Tim scoffs.
Jason changes his mind, and decides he will take it up with Bruce. "I don't have the time to keep being your nanny," he announces and then says, disapprovingly,
"you skateboard, why don't you have knee and elbow pads?"
"I'm Robin," Tim snaps, like he didn't put pants on the costume like a little wuss.
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Pink Palace
[Luke Riordan x Female!Reader]
Synopsis: You finally decided to let Luke visit your dorm room, and let’s just say… he wasn’t expecting what was hidden inside (GIF Credits: @crimsoncountess)
WC: 2013
Category: Fluff
I’ve wanted to write more for Gen V for a while now, and with my friend producing ideas (love you @summerrivera777777), I finally wrote a Luke fic since I both love and miss him so much. Unproblematic king 🙌
And what better way to write him with a little fluff 😏
『••✎••』
You and Luke have been going steady since the beginning of the new term. You’ve been very close since day one and have been best friends before you two decided to date. Even when you two have been together, you guys were never apart. He was the perfect boyfriend; he was always there for you. The only thing was that you were very… new to all of this.
You’ve never really been with anyone before. Luke was your first boyfriend and your first kiss, and that was only a month ago. Luke was also the first boy to show interest in you. You were the girl who would rather study and hang out with her friends, the girls. But when Luke came along, your whole world turned upside down. He was Golden Boy, the number 1 hero of the school, the guy every girl wanted.
And now you were dating him.
Even after months into your relationship, you still couldn't believe that this was happening. That a guy as handsome, smart, kind, and strong would ever want to be with someone like you. But he did, and it felt like heaven. He treated you like you were his world.
That still went without saying that you were a nervous wreck. There were certain things you made a big deal out of, even though Luke had done them hundreds of times. Such as, when he would wrap his arms around your waist, he would pull you closer to him, making your chest push up against his. It drove you crazy because you weren't used to it. Your heart would always beat a million times per minute, and you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks. You would always stutter over your words, making you look like an idiot.
It wasn't just that, though. You didn’t even let him near your dorm room. You’d gone to his dorm on rare occasions, but whenever he tried to take you to your room, you would make some sort of excuse and get him to leave.
It was a stupid thing; you knew it, but you couldn’t help it. Call it embarrassment, call it anxiety, call it what you will. You couldn’t help the way you felt. Today, though, was a little different. You were starting to realize how stupid you were being and wanted to change that. You didn’t want to have your nerves take over anymore; you wanted to feel what everyone else felt, no matter how embarrassing it was.
Today was the day. You and Luke were going to be alone together in your dorm, and nothing was going to get in the way.
You were a mess the whole day, even fumbling in your English class. You never fumbled during English class, not even when you were taking a test. It was the one class that was always easy for you, and yet, today, you were a train wreck.
After the final bell rang, signaling the end of the day, you headed back to your dorm room to clean up. You were lucky enough that your roommate, a girl named Aiko, had some study sessions (it definitely wasn’t a study session) with her friends, which gave you the whole room to yourself.
You started by straightening up a little bit. Not too much, though. It would seem weird if your room were completely cleaned out of the mess that had accumulated throughout the semester. Once the room looked decent, you moved on to your desk, shoving the clutter out of the way and onto the floor, or in the drawers, or under your bed. It didn't matter where they went, just as long as they were out of sight.
With your desk finally clean, you moved on yourself. You ran your hands through your hair, hoping it looked good, then pulled out a tube of lip gloss and spread it onto your lips. You smacked your lips together, hoping the color would look nice. Once you were satisfied, you went back into the bathroom and grabbed your makeup bag, dumping it onto your bed and sifting through it until you found what you were looking for. Mascara and eyeshadow.
After putting it on, you decided to change. You didn’t want to look too gaudy, just enough to look decent. You put on a pink cami, then pulled on a white crop top that had the sleeves cut off and the collar lined with lace. You took off your skirt and replaced it with a pair of jeans.
You were definitely overthinking this, you thought. What you were wearing was perfectly fine. Nothing was out of place. Yet here you were, acting as though Luke was that rich auntie who nitpicked every single thing you did.
You sat at the foot of your bed, letting out a heavy sigh and rubbing your eyes. You needed to calm down. It’s Luke, your boyfriend, not the queen of England.
A knock on the door pulled you out of your thoughts. You froze, wondering if that was Luke or your roommate. You didn't move, waiting for another knock, but you were only met with silence.
You jumped off the bed, making your way towards the door and slowly opening it. It was Luke, of course, smiling down at you with his perfect pearly white teeth. His smile always made you weak in the knees.
"Hey, gorgeous," he greeted, leaning in to peck your lips. “Got your text. Ready to go?”
Oh, right. The lie you told him. You were “planning” on going to brunch together. To… catch up and talk about whatever couples talk about. You honestly had no idea. When you asked him, it was all but word vomit. He agreed, of course. A little suspicious but still happy.
“Uhm, yeah, about that—” you began, rubbing the back of your neck nervously, a sheepish grin on your face.
He gave you a concerned look. "Is something wrong?"
"I— uh..." you couldn't bring yourself to tell him. It was so stupid. So, so stupid. “We’re not going to brunch.”
He gave you a confused look, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. He was wearing his white pullover, the one that made his arms look even better, and his hands were stuffed into the front pockets of his dark jeans. He was giving you his full attention, his body leaning slightly forward.
"We're not?" He was suspicious, but his tone was sweet.
You shook your head, chewing the inside of your cheek. You felt your cheeks getting warm, so you covered your mouth, trying to hide your face.
"No... uh, I thought we could... stay in. Y-You know, like, watch a movie and have snacks or something." You were trying so hard to get the words out.
His look of concern was replaced with a grin. "Like a movie night?"
"Yeah. We can do that."
He smiled. “Alright, I got a TV I think we can use. I just need—”
Ugh, he was so nice. You couldn’t have him do all the work.
You cut him off. "Luke, as much as I love your movie taste, I would really like to pick the movie for tonight. And, if it's okay, I think my room would be a lot more comfortable.
"Yeah, sure. No problem. I'll just… wait, what? Your room?" His smile disappeared, and a worried expression was replaced with it.
You nodded, your hands clasped together. You were squeezing your hands so tight your knuckles were turning white. You were so scared, so nervous, and the way he was looking at you was not helping.
"Are you sure?" He asked, his voice quiet. God, he was so worried about you. It was so sweet yet so nerve-wracking.
You nodded and took a deep breath. "I'm sure. I mean, I think it's about time. We've been together for months now, and I’ve never invited you in before."
"I know, and that's perfectly fine. I don't mind. We don't have to rush into anything."
"I know, but I'm tired of being such a stupid baby and making such a big deal out of nothing."
Luke laughed. "You're not a stupid baby."
"You say that now," you mumbled, "But, seriously, Luke. I'm ready."
"And that's fine," he said, "But I'm just worried. I don't want to do anything that'll make you uncomfortable.
"Luke, you've never made me uncomfortable. I’m just uncomfortable with myself."
He reached forward, cupping your face and making you look up at him. His touch was gentle and reassuring, his gaze soft. "I can't imagine why because I think you're amazing."
He was too sweet.
"Luke," you whined.
"I'm serious," he replied, pressing his forehead against yours, "And if you're sure you're ready, then… movie night it is."
You smiled, nodding, "Okay."
He leaned forward and kissed your lips softly, and it felt as though he was trying to comfort you. You closed your eyes, letting out a quiet sigh, and reached up to wrap your hands around his wrists. He tilted his head, kissing you a little deeper, and pulled away with a quiet smack.
With another breath, you opened your eyes and took his hands, pulling him into your room. His eyes immediately get captured by the small space, the walls decorated with posters and pictures. The bed was neatly made, the pink and white sheets matching the pillows and the duvet. The desk was neat, the clutter hidden away, and the closet door was closed, hiding the clothes and shoes that were probably all over the floor.
“I… oh, wow.” Luke was in a daze. “It’s so…”
“Clean?” You offered, a slight chuckle escaping your lips.
He shook his head, a smile on his face. "It's so... Pink.”
You snorted, closing the door. "That's the first thing you noticed?"
"Well, it's like a pink explosion. You didn't strike me as the type to have a lot of pink stuff."
"I wear pink every day."
"Yeah, but that's a color. Not… this." He gestured towards the whole room.
You frowned that nervousness returning to you. You thought the color was nice. Was he not a fan of pink? Did he not like it?
"Is that bad?" You asked, wringing your hands.
Like a switch was turned on, his eyes widened, and he was suddenly aware of his words. Be aware of what they did to you. "No! Oh my god, no, no. I think it's lovely. Very fitting."
You sighed, letting the worry wash away from you. Thank god. Overthinking things was something you always did, but at least it was easy to get you out of that mindset.
You sat on the edge of the bed, patting the spot next to you. Luke joined you, wrapping his arm around your waist. He pulled you closer, pressing his lips to your temple, then to the side of your head, then to your cheek. You giggled, swatting him away playfully.
"I like the pink, I promise," he assured, "It's just not what I'm used to seeing."
You smiled. "Thanks. I'm glad you like it."
"I think I have the perfect movie for tonight."
"Oh, yeah? What's that?"
"Legally…” He paused for dramatic effect, "Blonde."
You snorted. "Does my room have anything to do with your choice?"
"Maybe. Maybe not."
"Whatever you say, Riordan."
He grinned, pecking your lips once again. Soft, like Luke. He was always soft. Always so gentle and careful. And he always treated you like you were the most delicate thing. It was endearing.
You were still nervous. Your heart was still beating fast, but not as much as before. The longer he stayed, the longer the movie played, the calmer you became. You were finally relaxed.
Overthinking things was a part of you, unfortunately. But it was always easier when Luke was around. You couldn't help the anxiety that built up, but with him there, everything felt better.
You knew, with time, you would learn to trust yourself. It was only a matter of time. And you had the best boyfriend to help you.
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Fem! Yandere Military Chief
Hello! My third fanfic this is so exciting >0< I can't wait to write more, especially since I have even more characters in mind to write for!
MINORS DNI!!
Word count: 1,033
Warnings!: Nsfw mentions, physical abuse (towaards reader), Torture (towards reader and others), murder (not towards reader), hinted psychological abuse (towards reader), isolation of reader, death of a parent, controlling behaviour, obsessive and possessive behaviour, essentially this woman is a red flag.
Name: Gen Ludenhart.
Gen adored you, oh how she adored you. Even in an important meeting like this she can’t focus on the words being said as she fantasizes about finally coming back home to her sweet darling. You and Gen have been in a relationship for three beautifully long years. Gen, being the lovely wife she is, ensured you moved in with her within the first two months of dating and married within a year in.
The work day felt long, but the ride home felt even longer. The anticipation of finally seeing her cute spouse waiting at home for her made Gen count down the very seconds until her arrival back home. And once Gen finally enters her mansion (paid for by the noble court for her deeds.) she feels an immediate relief wash over her now, knowing she is within the vicinity of her beloved darling.
Gen is, as usual, greeted by the head maid. ‘’Call my darling down to the lounge room, will you Reina?” Reina nods, walking off to complete the task given to her. Gen goes to said lounge room, looking at herself in the mirror hanging on one of the walls, making sure she looks her best for you.
The soft clicking of shoes alerts Gen as she seats herself on her favourite armchair, waiting impatiently, staring at the entrance until you finally enter, behind you stood Reina. Gen waved a dismissal wave towards Reina as she holds out her arms, “Ah my dear, how I’ve missed you so~ Come, come, sit.’’ You knew the routine. Gen comes back home, she calls for you, you sit on her lap until she has held her pent up frustration as long as she can and takes the both of you to your private chambers for some ‘’fun time’’.
It never gets old, even when she is pleasuring you she incorporates something new in the way she gives you pleasure, always doting, always caring, always watching. You’ve tried all you could to plan some escape behind Gen’s back, she might be strategically smart but when it comes to you? She’s stupid in love, can’t even see how uncomfortable you are 85% of the time. So that would mean it would be easy to run away right?
Wrong. The only obstacle to your masterful escape was Reina. Loyal fucking Reina. It feels like she can constantly read your plan, anytime you see an opportunity such as an open window or an unlocked door to the outside and begin thinking up a plan she almost immediately cracks down on it and shuts down any chance of escape. Gen doesn’t see it but Reina is devoted solely to Gen, no one’s sure if its out of love or because Gen pays for her loyalty, whatever the case, she is annoying.
Either way, it seems like you are eternally stuck with Gen, to the end of days. Maybe that would’ve been nice, maybe her coddling you would’ve been comforting, had she not falsely accused your father of a heinous crime, ordering him to be executed. Had she not left your mother widowed, now poor and jobless, barely able to sustain herself. Had she not made everyone turn their backs on you after she had blackmailed them. Had she not kidnapped, tortured, and murdered your betrothed, your darling, your dear girlfriend. Maybe then, you would’ve reciprocated all the affection, cuddles, adoration.
Life wasn’t meant to be like this, sitting on the lap of the person who killed your father and your girlfriend and ruined your life completely. But when you don’t agree to her terms, the aggression she was trained to use on a daily basis returns home with her and she tortures you for hours on end, never relenting until you learn your lesson. Life is not perfect or sweet. Life is miserable, she is psychotic. Even the mere mention of her name strikes fear within your heart.
Anytime you see anyone from the outside world, which is almost never, you beg them to save you from the vicious claws belonging to Gen Aliya Ludenhart. The first was Reina, that resulted in a slap across the face. Gen believed that would be the only time so she didn’t want to be cruel, yet. The second was the Chief of Police, Grimm Ludenhart, now, considering he was supposed to save people from criminals, he did the opposite. He let you stay with this fucking psycho, warned her even, told her to be harsher. And she was, this time she had taken her electric baton, and fried your skin for half an hour. All the scarring had been healed and removed by sweet Gen, citing that she didn’t want her darling angel to be insecure of her scarring, and due to public image as well.
People with elemental powers usually made you star struck and jealous of their power. Some people even have two elements, and Gen seemingly is also dual-elemented. Would’ve been amazing if she was a real doting, caring, loving, not psychotic murderer. But she always uses her powers against you, she controls earth, so when you need to be punished she uses her earth magic. When the sessions of torture end she makes you feel all better with her water magic. “See, dear? I do this because I love you, if I didn’t love you I wouldn’t have healed you, no I’d leave you for dead just like that pest ex-girlfriend of yours! You should be more grateful for me, love! Or else you would’ve ended up with a psycho!” She is the damn psycho you ended up with, but okay.
All in all, you will never have a normal life again, Gen A. Ludenhart will make to sure to have complete control over every decision you make, every step you take, she will be watching you. What’s worse is that everyone is on her side, either afraid of what she would do to them if they help you, or they agree with what she’s doing– Ahem her brother Grimm Ahem– and encourage her whole-heartedly. Have fun thinking of all the people who died because you asked her for directions once in some random marketplace.
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Heyhey! So I just got a haircut (super short! Think of a fluffy boycut) and my cat HAAATES it!! When I walked in she puffed up at me, but she is getting used to it. Just didnt expect my head to change haha. But I was thinking, itd be kind of funny if Ramattra acted that way with his s/o? so if you're able I'd love to see you write about it😳😳❤️
Omg that is hilariously adorable!
Apologies this took awhile to get to, but I hope I have done it some justice ♥ I am running on two hours sleep so I do apologise if there are any mistakes!
Ramattra x Reader (gen)
Word count: 1029
Omnics used to all look the same. Same make, same model, neither one had their uniqueness until they gained their own thoughts and feelings. Months after they gained their sentience, omnics around the world began wearing clothes, dressing how they saw humans dress, whether that was to be casual or smart, punk or floral, they followed those around them.
Soon after, workshops popped up around the villages and cities with new parts were being made, upgrades and cosmetics suitable for any and all omnic. They began appearing with hairstyles, new attachments while some altered their look completely. There was a rise within omnic fashion; a sudden competition between human and omnic, one that broke several news reports yearly.
One omnic, however, kept his appearance as close to his factory model as possible. Save from a colour change here and there, his appearance rarely changed. Then again, his kind was feared. A ravager seeking customisation would’ve been talk of the town.
He kept to himself, only changing when he deemed it absolutely necessary. The only major change he went through was to make his appearance more friendly, despite his previous nature. Cabled hair attached, signature red wire down one was all he wanted, nothing too flashy. It was simple and he appreciated the work done.
He had always thought humans changing their style was frivolous, never any true meaning behind the changes, so he refrained from going over the top. He wasn’t seeking affirmations from anyone, he didn’t seek compliments, but when the words of “you look great” and “I like this on you” came from your mouth, he felt somewhat more comfortable within his chassis.
You were the first one to see him like that, and it brought a new and warm feeling coursing through your body. He definitely looked more approachable and even on occasion he would let you style it, keeping his thoughts locked away as he enjoyed the gentleness of your touch.
Ramattra had known you for several years, before, during and after his time at the Monastery. After saving his life, you stuck by his side for the years coming. You two became close friends, never anything more until he brought himself out of his robotic shell and confessed that he had liked you.
It was a day that you would remember for years to come. You had never seen an omnic such as him be so shy, so when he spoke to you that day, servos twitching and avoiding your eyes, you knew he had put a lot more thought into it than he would like to admit.
He planned it. He plans everything. The omnic loves to follow a schedule, never deviating from it unless absolutely necessary. Change, while he admits is a good thing, sometimes doesn't need to happen. He’s used to his surroundings, used to those he is around, so when you suddenly changed your appearance, all hell broke lose within his systems.
At first, his systems detected an enemy human, something of which he had yet to calibrate and turn off. System warnings flared up, blocking his vision as his body froze on the spot. His vocaliser became threatening, tone low and dark as he spoke out, demanding how you got this close to him without him realising it.
The familiarity of your voice sent his systems into overload, errors upon errors clouding more of his vision as he stepped back. He was angry and confused.
Part of him thought it was a joke, that someone had taken your voice and put it into another human, but he realised quickly that it was impossible for humans to undergo such a process… Unless it was a synth. His hands curled into fists at the thought. A sick joke indeed.
Once your hand made a connection with his, it felt like his entire body just overheated and froze on the spot. His systems shut down momentarily, lights flickering before his systems rebooted. A familiar voice and touch broke him out of the spell he was under.
Change was something Ramattra was getting used to. Sudden, unexpected changes were never going to go down well with him, and it was a lesson learnt for you. He apologised profusely, gentle servos holding your hand in an attempt to comfort you from his anger. You didn’t blame him, of course, you figured there was going to be a reaction, but this was not the one you had been expecting.
Ramattra stayed with you that day, complimenting your look, glancing at you when you weren’t looking in his direction. He’d steal looks as he’d burn the images into his memory files; video files followed after, the gentle curve of your smile with your new look, eyes glistening in the warm sunlight. You were an angel within his optics.
He would sit behind you, hands getting tangled within your hair, strands getting caught between his joints and being gently tugged. Ramattra mimicked the motions you showed him whenever you would sit behind him and play with his cables. Fingers brushed through your locks, sometimes a gentle squeeze of your scalp as he massaged your head. He enjoyed the time shared between you as he would style your hair the best he could. Of course, he’d miss a few strands, but the look and effort was too cute to change.
While Ramattra was still getting use to the sudden change of your appearance, he couldn’t help but feel conflicted as he stared at the back of your body, hands still playing. Why did you change? You were perfect before. I mean- you still are, of course. You will always be perfect to me. I just wondered what brought this upon you?
His hands continued to play, moving down the side of your neck, rubbing the tight knots in your shoulders. A sigh filled his receptors, a sweet noise he enjoyed hearing from you. It made him chuckle as he continued his motions, basking in warmth of daylight as the two of you sat together.
“You are perfect, [y/n].” He finally spoke out, leaning down and resting his forehead against the back of your head. “Always will be.”
#overwatch#ramattra#ramattra x reader#overwatch ramattra#reader#ow#fanfic#overwatch fanfiction#ow2#overwatch 2#yazzfics
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omg yay!! okay so after reading that the reader in your lovely pyramid head fanfic befriended most of the killers (it was so cute😿) and comforting them, encouraging them, etc. i got an idea for a request with jiwoon!!
so, he develops a kind of weird friendship with a survivor, whos willing to listen to his music and his story in general and thay obviously boost his already gigantic ego but also it makes him completly enamored with the reader!!
and i imagine him to be really clingy and all, so he probably just suprises her by hugging her while shes repairing a gen or scrolling through the entity's realm and he gets so overprotective sometimes, he wont let anyone come near them when theyre together and keeps calling her affectionate names and other stuff bc hes in love!! why wouldnt he do that . but the surv is literally so obvious and dense she thinks those are just friendly gestures.
so um, this got really out of hand and is probably chaotic af, but based on that, could i request something about him acting like that? or just soft in general fic/drabble with jiwoon?? depends on what you feel like writing🥰
First of all, I’m so happy that you liked my work! Secondly, I hope you’ll like this too! <3
Though he was the newest killer brought by the Entity, for the longest time, he never got to have his go at a trial, so he got incredibly frustrated and bored, took his bat and went into the woods by himself to hit trees and bushes by himself.
At first, he was excited to be taken in a place where he could kill at his leisure without any consequence, but what CAN he kill if he can’t go array outside of the trials, and he’s not being taken to one already?
After he’s channeled most of his frustrations on whatever vegetation he found, he started singing some of his songs and practicing his choreography out there where nobody could bother him.
Or so he thought.
He wasn’t the only one with the brilliant idea of taking a walk - You, also, took frequent walks away from the Survivor’s Camp because they were never that nice with you, hence why you got along much better with the Killers.
So when you heard some acapella singing, you got really excited and went ahead to look who’s the artist - But you were also pretty shy, so as soon as you picked up a human silhouette, you hid behind a tree and peeked at the eccentric looking man.
He was singing in Korean, and from his looks, outfit and dancing skills, he looked like a k-pop idol.
He was so talented though, you were absolutely mesmerised!
As soon as he made his final move and stopped singing, as if basking in the silent applause that he would get, should he have been at a real show... He actually DID hear clapping.
Turning around, he noticed your timid form from behind the tree, cheering on him, wearing a bashful smile on your face.
“That was really beautiful! Congratulation for you show!” he was mesmerised beyond belief --
Someone in this shithole was actually appreciating his art! He was in love! Oh, he was sooo~ in love!
He will walk all cocky towards you, putting his arm around your shoulder and pull you flushed to his chest, calling you ‘Jagi’ before he pulled out his phone to show you his full discography and pointing out at which time there were the screams of his victims synthetized, and he started explaining how he mixed them into the music, how he found out the way to manipulate the screams and grunt of pain, where to hit the person to create each sound and what not.
You didn’t care much about how macabre it sounded - You had already got used to all this chaotic mess - So you were really captivated by the whole process of creating peak art.
From then on, Jiwoon would come to the Survivor’s Camp ALL the time just to grab you by the wrist and pull you to his camp or into the forest - He’ll have you dance with him while he sang or hummed, or will have to be the spectator to his shows while he performed for you.
Sometimes you think that he has no idea what your name is, because he only calls you pet names like ‘Jagi’, ‘Jagiya’, ‘Yeobo’ or ‘Nae sarang’ and many more.
Whenever the two of you are together, he’ll keep an arm around you, sometimes his hands even wandering here and there, and would kiss your cheeks, neck or jaw, just to show off how you are his and nobody can even look at you.
His favourite time is when the two of you are in a trial and he gets to surprise you by jump-hugging you when you least expect it.
Jiwoon would drag you around the whole place just so he could show off the sounds he gets out of the victims while he mori’s them - Oh, he gets so cocky, especially when you point out which song and what part of it can fit with the same kind of scream the dead survivor made - You were really paying attention to him!
He would dip you back and pull you into a deep kiss - You really managed to stroke and inflate his ego to the maximum.
He doesn’t have much influence when in comes to keeping other killers at bay during their trial with you, but at least when you’re with him, you know you’re having fun and will always escape without a single scratch or bruise.
After all, The Trickster only loves your sweet sounds and sighs, that make for a completely different and out of bounds melody that only he gets to listen to.
#dbd x reader#dbd imagine#dbd headcanons#dbd#dead by daylight imagine#dead by daylight x reader#dead by daylight#dead by daylight headcanons#the trickster#the trickster x reader#the trickster imagine#the trickster headcanons#jiwoon hak#jiwoon hak x reader#jiwoon hak headcanons#jiwoon hak imagine
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Hi!! I just saw you're accepting requests for new gen😃. Could you write Roy hcs for when he is starting to fall in love? Like staring at Candy when she is working and everybody noticing but her, getting closer to her, etc? Thanks if you do it!
Hi Anon !! Thank you for being my very first request !!
I love Roy sm, it’s with great pleasure that I’m writing this⭐
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ROY MCL NEW GEN HEADCANON🍒
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Roy always thought he wasn’t interested in dating, that he could never fall in love so easily, but since you joined the company, you can’t seem to stop messing with his brain. You get him so flustered all the time… By the way you smile, the way you talk. Your laugh… So airy, so beautiful… He caught himself staring at you across his desk and turned bright red before going back to what he was doing. Damn… Why was he like that? Nevertheless, he landed his gaze on you one more time while you were focused on your work. He noticed this little twitch on your nose when you were focusing on something, it made him smile slightly. You felt the pressuring gaze of someone on you after a moment, and when you raised your head, you saw Roy staring. Your eyes met for a moment and he panicked making you even more confused.
“Is something the matter?” You asked.
You stared at him with worry while he was searching for something to say.
“Hum… I wanted to try a new restaurant in town. Do you want to come with me?”
Thomas, beside the two of you, was staring at his colleague with a suspicious look, even Amanda who was just passing by couldn’t help but chuckle at the scene. Roy was ignoring them with all his might.
“Oh yes, I’d love to! Let me just finish this and we can go.”
Roy was half delighted, half distraught by your answer, he didn’t know any restaurant that just opened actually…
“Thomas, are you coming with us?”
But he politely declined your proposition saying he still had work to do.
While you were finishing your own things, Roy was desperately searching for any restaurant that just opened but couldn’t find anything. He quickly went to Devon’s office to ask him if he knew any, and, of course, he did.
During the whole dinner, he was trying to stay as natural as possible with you, but it never felt so unnatural for him to do so. When he was with you, he felt a bond he never had with anyone before : you understood him so well and never judged him for anything. Your two personalities blended in so perfectly he never felt anything this strong before.
Once the two of you finished your dinner, he proposed to walk you home. It was quite a walk from the restaurant, but after how much you ate, it couldn’t harm you. Thankfully you weren’t wearing heels that day…
“It reminds me of the walk we made to the beach when I just joined the company. We should do it more often.” You said, breaking the silence.
Roy smiled fondly at the memory. It wasn’t that long ago but it felt like you’ve always been here.
During the way to your home, you two spoke about nothing and everything at the same time.
While you were watching straight in front of you, talking about a movie you watched the day before, Roy was looking at you absently; that’s when he noticed you shivering a little.
“Here, take my jacket.”
“Again? I should start paying you for this jacket.” You laughed.
But he didn’t mind because it was you, though he could never say it out loud.
Once in front of your house, you wanted to give him his jacket back but he pressed his hands on your shoulders telling you to keep it.
“But I’m right in front of my house, I don’t need it!”
“No, I insist, keep it. You’ll give it back to me another time.”
“You’ll catch a cold like that Roy.”
He smiled, hoping you couldn’t see his flushed cheeks in the dark.
“I’ll run home. It’ll keep me warm, don't worry.”
You sighed in capitulation.
“Fine… For this time.”
He returned your grin and then waved off once you safely entered your house.
As he said, he ran on his way home to try to calm his thoughts.
He tried real hard not to think about it the whole evening but now it was all over his mind. You were all over his mind. He couldn’t deny it anymore : he was in love.
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A Little Death
PAIRING sam riordan/emma meyer/gn!reader
WORD COUNT 743
SUMMARY (Y/N) comes back from class to find their partners, Emma and Sam, have started having fun without them.
WARNINGS sfw despite what the summary might sound like, reader is somewhat more dominant in the relationship, they/them pronouns for reader
NOTES this is my first fic on this blog + my first x reader in many many years, pls go easy on me 😭😭 i don't think this is my best work by any means but i wanted to write something gen v so here it is! title is from a the neighbourhood song btw :p that being said, hope yall enjoy!
Sam's hands rested gently on Emma's waist, fingers rubbing small circles over her hip bones as she kissed down his neck gently. Though he was mostly distracted by the sensation of her lips ghosting over his adam’s apple, he could just faintly hear the sound of (Y/N) entering the room, his eyes opening slowly to meet their gaze, a smile tugging at his lips as he watched them stand stock-still, bag slung over their shoulder. Emma had stopped briefly too, glancing over her shoulder to smirk at their partner before picking up where she left off, sucking a bruise right under Sam's jaw.
"Why do you guys always start having fun without me?" (Y/N) whined, walking over and forcing their way between them. Emma laughed, shoving their shoulder gently before allowing herself to be pushed out of the way, watching fondly as they pushed and pulled at Sam until he was sat in their lap. Though Sam was much taller than (Y/N), they were always eager to dote on him, this position becoming common between the two. From an outsider's perspective it probably looked silly, but Emma found it sweet and loved seeing the dynamic her partners had fallen into.
Sam huffed, crossing his arms, "We always start without you because you're always late,” He pouted.
Emma giggled, “Like seriously, do you just chat with everyone on your way back from class, or…?” (Y/N) rolled their eyes, ignoring Emma’s comment to squeeze Sam’s face lightly.
“Whiners, the both of you.” They muttered, kicking at Emma’s shin lightly.
Groaning, Emma moved closer to the pair, her legs propped up on either side of Sam’s, chest pressed into his back. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but she wanted to be close, so she’d deal with it for the moment. Wrapping her arms around Sam’s waist, she placed her head between his shoulders before loosening her grip so (Y/N) could maneuver him as they pleased. Using the hands that were already on his face, (Y/N) pulled him into a soft kiss, gentle and slow, his eyes fluttering shut as a hum of content slipped from his lips.
(Y/N) smiled slightly into the kiss, enjoying the feeling of the other boy's fingers sliding up the sides of their neck and settling behind their head. Sam nipped at their lower lip, smirking when he felt their fingers flex against his cheeks before trying to pull him in deeper. Emma watched them continue to kiss for a few more seconds before latching her own lips onto Sam's shoulder, biting lightly. The boy's breath hitched as he pulled away from (Y/N), a strand of spit following him back as he gripped Emma's thigh tightly in his left hand, his nails digging into her skin. His other hand held a handful of (Y/N)’s shirt, who watched the pair with half lidded eyes, their hands falling to Sam’s sides as Emma moved up his neck slowly, small bruise's starting to form a trail.
(Y/N) huffed a laugh, squeezing the boy’s waist lightly before smacking Emma’s knee, "First you start without me and now Sam gets all your attention," They pouted, though the lilt in their voice made it clear they didn’t actually mind.
Emma snickered, shaking her head, “Ohhh, poor baby! C’mere, I’ll give you all the attention you want,” She said, pulling away from Sam to lay beside the pair. After a moment of shuffling (Y/N) had been pulled into Emma’s lap, Sam’s face pressed into Emma’s collarbone, a barely noticeable smile on his face as he stared up at them. (Y/N)’s face had gone red, arms crossed tightly over their chest, still unused to the switch in position. Sure, they could appreciate being the one on the receiving end of the doting from time to time, but it wasn’t common, especially from Emma. Still, Emma cooed at their awkwardness, finding it cute as always, uncrossing their arms quickly and linking their hands together.
“Better?” Emma teased, swinging their hands with a grin. Sam chuckled besides them, muttering something about them being cute into Emma’s neck.
“Just kiss me already!” (Y/N) whined, pulling their hands loose to slip into Emma’s hair, tugging lightly.
Sam giggled, rolling his head out of the way slightly, “God, you two are ridiculous.” He smiled, reaching behind (Y/N)’s head to push them together, “Just get it over with.”
#icky.fics#icky.txt#emma meyer x reader#sam riordan x reader#emma meyer imagine#sam riordan imagine#gen v x reader#x reader#imagine#gen v imagine#gen v fanfiction
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☀️ writing patterns ☀️
rules: list the first line(s) of your last 10+1 posted fics and see if there's a pattern!
because we'll all arrive in heaven alive
buddie | 51.4k and counting | Explicit
Thursday, day 5
Buck was still trying to wrap his head around what had happened, it was all so quick; the rain, the debris, the mudslide and then the moment of radio silence before the chaotic explosion of noise.
“We’re not giving up on him.” Bobby had said at the time, but after four days, it has become abundantly clear that instead of a search and rescue, most people have already started to treat this as a recovery mission; except they still haven’t recovered the person who mattered the most.
And When You Speak, Angels Sing From Above
buddie + Shannon centric | 2.8k | Gen
Eddie should’ve seen it coming; the fancy restaurant, the idle evening walk in the city and the arranged sleepover giving them all night to be alone. In his defense, he was blinded by how perfect it all seemed.
Right up to the moment they got home, tangled into each other, rolling along the walls of the hallway, kissing and giggling at the increasingly silly things that Buck kept saying — then, Buck was suddenly gone from his personal space, getting down on one knee in front of him instead, saying words that rang through Eddie’s ears, without their meaning managing to penetrate the walls of his brain.
It didn’t matter.
no harm, no foul
buddie | 4.9k | Mature
The last couple of days felt… Well, honestly, confusing would be the word Buck would use.
The one thing that became clear in the recent weeks, was that he and Eddie were done pretending that there wasn’t something going on between them. (Right after spending at least two months violently dismissing any notion of such an idea, while simultaneously wondering if the other was doing the same. God, they could be really stupid sometimes… Buck was honestly surprised they even made it this far like this.)
Unfortunately, that clarity still left something else much more blurry; their direction.
we’ve got something permanent (i mean in the way we care)
buddie | 7.1k | Explicit
In hindsight, Eddie should’ve seen it coming from a mile away, after the week they’ve had.
It started out by having two days off back to back — which Eddie had planned on using to lay about the house, maybe with some slow make out sessions peppered in, while Chris was at school.
Apparently, Buck had other ideas.
Keep My Heart Warm In Yours
buddie | 18.5k | Mature
The whole thing started with Youtube — as most things do when 12-year-olds are concerned.
Christopher shuffled into the living room with determination, where Eddie was trying to figure out the settings of his new smart TV and Buck was folding and flipping the instruction manual back and forth, trying to find the beginning of it when Chris shoved his phone under his nose.
Of Love, Hospital Jitters And Christmas Lights
buddie | 6.3k | Teen + Up
“MOVE! MOVE! MOVE!” Buck shouted frantically as he pushed past people and ran through the sliding doors leading to the ER.
A nurse ran up to him immediately, waving to people behind herself for help and Buck felt his fingers go numb with fear as he tried to focus on her face.
You Ring, I Drool
buddie | 8.6k | Explicit
Eddie had long realized the resemblance, but it started to become more and more evident lately — and much harder to ignore.
Simply put; Buck was like a dog. In more ways than one.
If This Is What The Season Is Bringing
buddie | 2k | Teen + Up
December 25th 2021
Buck went straight to the fridge after he kicked his door shut. He really needed a beer right about now.
Okay, so Eddie was leaving the 118. Fine.
Well, not fine, nowhere near fine actually.
Out Of Order, Still In Line
buddie | 6.2k | Explicit
Buck could barely believe that today was finally The Day.
After weeks of power outages, paperwork mix-ups, unauthorised appointments and last minute emergencies, Buck finally made it to the Clinic.
And now here he was.
I Was Betting On Forever (But Forever Comes And Goes)
buddie | 4k | Teen + Up
Eddie was startled awake by the forceful ring of his phone.
He reached over to the nightstand blindly with an annoyed huff and pulled the phone off of the charger. He held it above his face, the brightness of the screen making him squint as he read the caller ID.
Unknown Caller.
Coming On Ever So Strong / Coming Off Ever So Soft
buddie | 14.7k | Explicit
Today
Buck didn’t have the best track record when drunk.
That was probably the explanation why his head was pounding like someone was trying to break into his skull with a sledgehammer. And why there was someone pressed up to his side in his own bed.
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oh I feel so exposed lmao all those pointed single sentence lines dropped in there, just to set the tone are definitely something I swear by... I also use timestamps a lot cuz I love to jump all over the place and then of course there's my dearest friend; in medias res.
I was tagged by the wonderful @jeeyuns @exhuastedpigeon and @wikiangela mwuahhh 💛 and I'm totally no pressure tagging @malewifediaz @spagheddiediaz @daffi-990 @diazsdimples @watchyourbuck and whoever else feels like giving this a go ✨
#it feels like I haven't done a tag game in ages#😭#my reading list has been waiting for me for weeks atp and I'm sweating blood to keep up with posting#but I miss pumping out all these fics for my boys 🫶#but alas I was on a mental health break and now I'm back in training and actively pursuing my career#so I doubt I'll be that productive again#but then again who knows what the new season will bring out of me lmao#buddie#911#tag games#my fic
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Rocky Horror Stage Show Review
As a glance at my blog will tell you, I rarely post about “Rocky Horror” as it’s not my main fandom, but I’ve loved it for 30 years and have just attended a stage show for the first time since the 90s so am writing down my thoughts for my own benefit and sharing here.
I was aware that the current production is somewhat different both from the film and the stage show I saw back in 1994 starring Jonathon Morris. (Yes, I am a Gen Xer and was heartened to see how many others in my age bracket attended, many in costume.)
If anyone’s curious, this was the earlier Friday performance at Wolverhampton Grand Theatre in the UK.
I’ll get the negative part out of the way first and it’s nothing to do with the actual show. Unfortunately there was someone near me who had an ongoing argument with someone who was with her throughout the show and at times it interfered with my enjoyment. (It definitely wasn’t audience participation; I know the difference.)
She carried on doing it after the interval despite being spoken to by staff. During Columbia’s emotional “I loved you!” speech, “Toucha-toucha-touch me” and other quieter parts it spoiled it a bit for me. After the show ended a bloke in full Frank drag told her off publicly for “being an arsehole” and I'm afraid to say she deserved it. If you’re not interested in a show, stay at home and don’t ruin it for the rest of us.
Science Fiction, Double Feature
I love this song and the Usherette’s actress performed it well, getting into the spirit of things straight away with stockings and wiggles.
Dammit Janet
Another really catchy song and the actors handled it well. They both have strong singing voices which is good as I have seen a Brad who wasn’t that great in that respect.
The Narrator’s first appearance was amusing as he ad-libbed in response to the standard insults thrown at Brad and Janet: “They can hear you, you know!” (The actors were currently frozen onstage so he could do his bit and he joked they weren’t allowed to move or there would be dire punishments.)
The Narrator was a highlight throughout - it really does improve on the film version when the pompous character is actually in on the joke and interacting.
Over At The Frankenstein Place
Well performed again and I enjoyed the audience holding up coloured lights to accompany it. Riff-Raff’s first appearance got so much applause he just started singing right over it.
The majority of the audience seemed to have seen the show before or at least the film although the Narrator did jokily “spoil” them with his line “Stranger than a sex-crazed transvestite from outer space - whoops, spoilers!”
A word on the audience callbacks which have of course been a staple since the 70s. There was a reasonable amount but not too much. I have seen shows which were closer to the film and people would yell after almost every line which got a bit much so this was just about right.
Our hapless couple enter the Castle and are immediately surrounded by Riff Raff, Magenta and Columbia who play it more as pantomime villains than in the film but this doesn’t bother me as theatre doesn’t have close-ups and needs to play to the gallery. The Eddie plotline is hinted at and then of course it’s…
The Time Warp
What can I say about this one? Always a showstopper and had everyone on their feet. Brilliant. Columbia got to do her tap solo which was a highlight as it is in the film. And we’ve barely recovered from that before…
Sweet Transvestite
Woohoo. Frank’s actor was great, as charismatic and confident as you need to be for that part. He embraced the sensual nature of the role and had physical interactions with practically everyone, even Dr Scott and in the encore, the Narrator by ripping aside his trousers to reveal stockings and suspenders.
The lab scene whizzes by and soon it’s Rocky’s entrance with…
The Sword Of Damocles
Thoughts on Rocky’s characterisation - of course in the film they went for a non-actor who was well-muscled as required for the role and had him only speak when singing. I actually think Peter Hinwood’s performance works really well as the whole point of Rocky is that he’s just been born and everything is new to him.
But in the stage show Rocky speaks and is more openly rebellious, even telling Frank to piss off twice. This tends to mean casting a professional actor who isn’t as muscular as Frank’s dialogue implies but that wasn’t an issue here - the actor had both acting chops and muscles. The relationship between Rocky and Frank is a lot closer to equal.
Rocky compliments Frank on his “good job with the bodywork” and we go into…
I Can Make You A Man
I’m going to be honest, this is probably my least favourite “RH” song which isn’t to say I don’t like it. I just don’t share Frank’s muscle fetish. But it was well staged and leads into one of my favourites…
Whatever Happened To Saturday Night?
This song rocks hard and Eddie’s actor did it justice. Not sure it got quite as much applause as it deserved but I get it - we’ve just met him, he’s taken the focus off Frank and is about to be unceremoniously killed for that. I adore the way the film stages the song with all the Transylvanians rocking out too.
So Frank chases Eddie offstage with a chainsaw and returns to reprise “I Can Make You A Man”. I’ll add here that as far as I’m concerned, no production which includes this blatantly queer, unashamedly lustful song is in danger of becoming too “mainstream”. Frank was all over Rocky, complete with gyrating. Even this audience which were certainly the most tolerant in that respect that I’ve been in still reacted to the stronger parts. Mostly with approval though.
I realise that things have changed since the 90s in that respect and as an elder queer myself, it warms my heart. I do think it’s partly that the plot of “Rocky Horror” is better known now. And thank God for that as I don’t need to be in another audience who apparently thought they’d come to watch “The Sound Of Music” and nearly walked out.
After the interval, it’s directly into the bedroom seduction scenes which are staged a bit differently from the film and earlier stage shows - we go straight into (strongly) implied oral sex with first Janet and then Brad, both of whom only then find out that it’s Frank rather than their fiance / fiancee respectively. After which both agree to more sex without too much persuasion needed, as long as Frank doesn’t tell anyone.
All I’m going to say is that “Rocky Horror” has always been problematic. It’s basically an X-rated panto and taking it seriously is kind of missing the point. I enjoy analyses of it though. But when you’re watching it live the music tends to override all that as it’s such a good time.
The production manages to make the Frank / Brad sex scene even more gay by having Riff Raff pop up next to them. Nothing happens as he’s just there to tell Frank that Rocky’s loose but for a second you think there’ll be a m/m/m threesome. Which would of course fit the undercurrent in both show and film that Riff Raff at least is attracted to Frank if maybe not vice versa.
I hope I’m remembering this next part in sequence. Janet enters the lab feeling guilty and upset and meets Rocky who’s hiding from Frank (the aforementioned woman who wouldn’t shut up meant I missed part of the dialogue and it differs from the film. Grrr).
I think Rocky says something to raise Janet’s suspicions so she uses the monitor to search the Castle’s rooms and gets an eyeful of Frank and Brad getting it on. I’ve never been clear as to whether her hypocritical shock is due to the fact that Brad’s having gay sex whereas she had straight sex but at least it leads to another of my faves…
Touch-a touch-a touch me
I love this in the film and it was well done here. My only quibble is that Magenta and Columbia were up in the rafters and just provided a chorus rather than the full-on sapphic frisson which Patricia Quinn and Little Nell treat us to in the film. But I guess it would be hard to make that work on stage.
Exit Janet and Rocky, enter Brad who also uses the monitor and sees his beloved with Rocky. I’m not sure how much emotional sense it makes for him to then launch into…
Once In A While
But I don’t care because this was actually a highlight which it’s never been before in stage productions I’ve seen. I understand it being cut from the film as it would have killed the momentum stone dead.
But in this frantically paced stage production it’s a welcome quiet moment and as I said before, Brad’s actor had the voice to pull it off without the Narrator needing to take the piss out of him to keep audience interest.
Oddly though, Janet reappears in the rafters and sings along with the latter part of the song which makes no sense since she’s supposed to be shagging Rocky right now. I suppose it’s a way to indicate she’s having second thoughts about wrecking her relationship which fits how the show leaves Janet and Brad, hinting they’ll reconcile.
Followed by Frank whipping Riff Raff (offstage of course, they don’t want to cause actual bodily harm to an actor) for letting Rocky escape and wailing about Rocky’s betrayal as he finds it out via that extremely convenient plot device, the monitor. Via which they also notice Dr Scott’s arrival.
Once Scott’s inside, Rocky and Janet reappear and we get that hilarious repeated “Janet!” “Dr Scott!” etc exchange which was milked for maximum humour, ending in Rocky telling Frank to piss off which was a bit jarring for me being such a film aficionado. Although Hinwood’s glare does kind of imply that.
Dr Scott brings up Eddie and rather than the film’s “unknowing cannibalism” scene we just get the actors passing a joint of meat around and pantomiming shock which is fine by me as that bit is gross, let’s face it.
It’s like that meme - I can excuse murder, very dubious consent and incest but I draw the line at cannibalism. Nah, just kidding, it doesn’t bother me that much.
Eddie’s Teddy
A nice ensemble number which I don’t have much to say about. Fine.
Planet Schmanet Janet
Good song which delivers the necessary exposition regarding the Floor Show, followed by Columbia snapping and confronting Frank about how he uses people but instead of getting frozen as in the film she’s hit with drugged gas and has a lengthy trip played for laughs.
Not sure about this change as surely it’s enough to have her frozen like the others to explain her continued participation. It changes the situation from Columbia voluntarily staying in the Castle even though she knows Frank doesn’t love her to her actively deciding to leave until she’s hit with the gas. Not keen.
Having frozen everyone except Magenta and Riff Raff, Frank reacts to her question about when they’ll return to Transylvania by saying their loyalty will be rewarded and this is interestingly different from the film. He says “You will discover that when the mood takes me, I can be quite generous” and pulls at her legs (she’s seated) in a way which makes it blindingly obvious he means sexually.
Her retort “I ask for nothing, Master” happens as Riff Raff chases Frank away from her in an obvious nod to their incestuous relationship (yes, we do get the “My most beautiful sister” line). I really didn’t get the sense that Magenta has any sexual interest in Frank even in this production let alone in the film. Riff Raff, on the other hand, is jealous as hell of him but also wants him. (Although I was seated to the far side so may have missed some nuances.)
So, to the Floor Show. “Rose Tint My World” is such a banger. It was beautifully staged with stunning costumes and lighting as Columbia, Rocky, Brad and finally Janet pop through the curtains in their basques, stockings and suspenders in rapid succession for their solo verses and then Frank makes his starring entrance for “Don’t Dream It, Be It” and “Wild And Untamed Thing”. Love it.
Then of course Riff Raff and Magenta crash the party and Frank pleads for his life with “I’m Going Home” which was sung and performed beautifully and again, got so much applause that the actors had to talk over it.
Frank takes the time during it to have affectionate moments with all four of his most recent paramours which is a nice touch, especially as he seems genuinely upset when Columbia tries to shield him from Riff Raff and is mercilessly shot dead. For a moment at least, then self-preservation takes over. But in vain, and he and Rocky also die. I’m sentimental (sorry Magenta, don’t kill me) so I like the confirmation that Rocky clearly did feel something for Frank even if he was scared of him.
Riff Raff orders Dr Scott to leave but not Brad and Janet. Clearly an oversight somewhere as the Castle takes off into space in an impressive special effects explosion and there they still are to perform “Super Heroes”. They first walk away from each other then change their minds, hug and walk off together, hinting all is not lost for their relationship.
The sweetly melancholy tone continues for the “Science Fiction, Double Feature” reprise. But like the film, they’re nice enough to leave us on a higher note, in this instance by bringing the whole cast back onstage for an encore of the “Time Warp” (this time including Frank which I love) and part of “Sweet Transvestite”.
Excellent decision both to leave us on a musically upbeat note and to (sort of) fix the ending which does kind of fit the “Kill your gays” trope. I know that’s because the show is a celebration of old sci-fi films which usually did kill anyone even remotely like Frank but these days, who cares how awful he is if considered realistically? He’s not real, he’s literally an alien and there is no reason he has to die except for drama, so bring him back at the end. He’s too good to waste.
So that’s it. I had a great time and as always loved the inclusive atmosphere.
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May I request some fluffy ( and possibly smutty ) headcanons for The Doctor, The Knight, and The Deathslinger with a clingy, touch-starved ( FtM ) boyfriend? Like, he's the kind of guy that gets blushy and riled up just from holding hands or getting a kiss on the forehead totally not just describing myself nuh uh
Killers with a FtM! Clingy/touch-starved reader
So this is more on the fluff side (Tarhos specifically), but I did try to add a bit of spice! Hope you enjoy! if I got anything wrong please correct me, this is my first time writing for a trans reader so if I made a mistake I apologize!!
Warnings: Some suggestiveness (Doctor and Deathslinger), Knight is a bit confused but tries his best to understand, mentions of insensitive questions (Deathslinger) but nothing is outright said.
• Herman is all for it! He’s quite clingy as well, so you’ll usually always have his arm wrapped around your waist, his hand holding yours—anything Herman can do to remind you that you’re his. The fact that you’re touch-starved only makes Herman want to hold you even more.
• Herman is quick to learn your body; each sensitive spot, where you liked to be touched—Herman knows it all. While he might be a crazed ‘doctor’, he’s surprisingly respecting of you and your boundaries.
• Oh, and when he notices just what his acts of affection do to you, you best believe Herman is only going to do them more. Now, however, he’ll send small shockwaves throughout your body. Not enough to hurt you, of course, but you could definitely feel them. Herman will send little ripples of electricity running through you, even with the slightest caress of his fingers. He loves seeing you jump and squirm under his electrifying touch. The more reactive you are, the more Herman will shock you.
• Herman knows exactly what to do to have you a squirming, moaning mess. He knows how to rile you up until you’re practically begging for him, and because you’re touched starved it doesn’t take much (that doesn’t mean Herman won’t tease the absolute fuck out of you)
You were almost finished with the first generator when a static blast ran throughout Midwich, causing you to scream and let go of the almost completed gen. While most would simply shake off the ripples of electricity coursing through their veins and get back on the generator, you didn’t. Instead, you left the small classroom you were in and began to look for the Doctor—Herman. It wasn’t long until you found him and embraced him in a tight hug, heat bubbling in your core as Herman sends a small jolt of electricity down your spine. “Hello, love.” He greets, his signature laugh following his words. “Did you miss me, my sweet boy?” Herman runs his fingers down your side, pulling away from the hug and taking your hand in his. The contact left you blushing, stuttering for words which only made Herman laugh again. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He hums, his free hand resting on your thigh. His touch was driving you crazy, and the teasing look in Herman’s eyes told you he knew exactly what he was doing to you.
“I’m sure your team wouldn’t mind if you were gone for a moment, hmm?”
• Tarhos is, for a lack of better words, confused. Why are you so touchy-feely? Tarhos isn’t saying he doesn’t like it, he just isn’t used to it. At first he would awkwardly wrap his arm around your waist, holding you close to him (moreso as a way to tell others that you’re taken). As time passed, Tarhos began to open up more, and it wasn’t long until you realized he was even more touch-starved than you were.
• Much like how he was with your constant need for his affection, Tarhos was confused but supporting of gender. You were the first person he’s met who was open about who they were, and while he was still trying to learn what to say and what to do, Tarhos accepted you with open arms (or in his case, a grunt and a nod).
• This man is desperate for affection, but will he tell you that? No. What gave it away was the fact that Tarhos always had to be touching you in some way. Any slight caress and he melted behind his armor, practically dragging you away so he could hold you close without anyone seeing you two. Despite being quite clingy and extremely touch-starved, Tarhos did not want to appear vulnerable in front of anyone other than you and his guards.
• For someone who had never really cuddled before, Tarhos was a natural. He could hold you in his arms for eternity, his large hands running over your chest, side, and thighs until you were practically begging for more. Tarhos wasn’t exactly expierienced, but he will gladly give you what you want.
You and Tarhos were lying in your shared bed, finally able to enjoy some time away from Tarhos’ guards. You were practically laying on top of him, Tarhos gently running his hands down your sides as he spoke up in a gruff tone, his helmet discarded so you could fully hear his deep voice. “I enjoy when we can spend time like this, y/n.” Tarhos admits, his confession leaving you blushing and melting into his touch. “I do too.” Your voice was soft and quiet compared to his, but neither of you seemed to mind. One of Tarhos’ hands stop running up and down your sides, moving to your chest—right where your heart would be. He could feel the beat of your heart on his palm, and for the first time, Tarhos leaned his head down and placed a soft kiss to the top of your head. “I… love you.” Though his voice was quieter than it had ever been, and he sounded a bit awkward as he spoke, you could tell Tarhos was sincere. Your heart almost exploded upon hearing Tarhos speak those three words but you managed a response. “I love you too, sweetheart.”
• Caleb surprisingly doesn’t mind. In fact, he loves how clingy you are. You’re touch-starved as well? Even better. Because of his past with Bayshore, Caleb is very protective and possessive of what’s his. Whether that be holding you close to him, or small gestures that simply reminded you that Caleb cherished you dearly.
• One thing about Caleb however, is that while he doesn’t mind that you’re trans, that won’t stop him from accidentally asking some insensitive questions. It’s a product of his time, but he’s quick to put a stop to the questions if you tell him to. Caleb isn’t trying to be rude, he’s just a little curious—and also doesn’t understand what questions are appropriate and what are not.
• When Caleb figures out just how much you like his affection, he’s like a changed man. Small, private cuddle sessions soon became Caleb holding you whenever and wherever he wanted. Hand holding soon became Caleb’s arm around your waist. Caleb also began doing smaller gestures such as a kiss to the forehead, hand, and anywhere he could get.
• Caleb takes pride in his affect on you. He isn’t afraid to seek you out during a trial, hold you in front of others, Caleb doesn’t care as long as he’s with you. If his touch starts to rile you up, then you best believe Caleb will drag you away to somewhere private and… help you out.
The entity had dropped you off at Dead Dawg Saloon, something it did quite often now that you were seeing Caleb. You found him in the saloon, sitting at the bar and sipping on a glass of whiskey. When he saw you he set his drink down, gesturing to his lap before clearing his throat and speaking up. “C’mere, handsome. Take a seat.” His offer left your face red, and though you were flustered you were quick to make your way to Caleb and sit in his lap. He wraps his arm around your waist, holding you close.
“Y’ like it when I hold y’ like this?” Caleb teases, lightly running his fingers over your hips. He knew damn well you liked this, and the content hum that escaped your lips only proved that. “Good.” Caleb dips his hand lower, palm resting on your thigh. You squirm under his touch, a tingle running down your spine at the contact. Caleb chuckles, leaning in and pressing his lips against your neck. “Very good.”
#dead by daylight#the knight dbd#tarhos kovacs x reader#tarhos kovács#knight dbd#doctor dbd#herman carter#the doctor dbd#deathslinger#the deathslinger#deathslinger dbd#caleb quinn#caleb quinn dbd
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Hello! I hope your having a nice day. I wanted to ask for Sai Nanami with a crush on reader in the stone world? If that's cool with you.
Thank you in advance!
Dr.Stone Sai Nanami with a crush on reader in the Stone World
A/N: I stared at a photo of Sai for a very long time to get an idea of how to write this lmao, it’s kinda long because I wanted to include everything I could. I am by no means someone who understands code or programming, so writing this got my google searches looking like a child who first heard of the word “code” (While writing this I realised I got carried away…)
Genre: Fluff
GN! Reader
You’re one of the statues that Tsukasa revived, and became a part of the kingdom of science after the whole battle.
Back in the old world, your profession had something to do with technology, so you were very familiar with the world of programming.
You joined Senku’s team in globe throttling, and off to maths city, India, you go!
When Ryusui mentioned a guy named Sai, you were intrigued
I mean, a genius mathematician who Ryusui claims to be a million times better than the average person? You naturally wanted to meet such a guy.
When you reached the place and dug out a statue of a guy whose hands were outstretched in many directions.
“That’s the million times smarter genius Sai?!” “He looks… Half-Indian,Half-Japanese?” “Great, another baaad pretty boy. Gotta say, I’m not a fan” your companions say, looking at the statue. “I wonder what he’s like?” Suika asked, to which Gen responded with, “A math genius could go one of a few ways…” painting the image of an over the top strict professor image and a socially awkward kid curled up and hugging their knees.
“I wonder which one…” you mutter. They poured the revival fluid on him after dressing him up. And out from the stone comes a man with dark curls and with petrification marks covering his hands. “What’s… going on?!” The man named Sai questions, getting used to his surroundings. “Could it really be?! Did you people save me?! I can’t thank you enough…” he exclaims, a confused but thankful look on his face.
He looked to his side and saw Ryusui with a stupidly happy look on his face. “PEEGYAAAAH!” Sai screams, running away, shocking everyone. “HA HA! Running at the sight of me? Show some tact! Catch him!” Ryusui laughingly orders, making Kohaku catch up to Sai and tackle him to the ground.
“What in the world is happening?” You asked Senku, “heh, no idea.” he answered. “No, No, NO! I fled all the way to India, and it wasn’t far enough! I refuse to return to Nanami corp.!, Well, that’s as long as you’re involved!” Sai exclaimed, “Ah, I kinda have an idea…” you say, making Senku look at you and then towards Ryusui. “His full name is… SAI NANAMI!” Ryusui announced. “On your feet! We’re teaming up with that million times brainpower of yours!” Ryusui points. “Ryusui…is…my little brother!” Sai explained, pointing towards the blonde, shocking everyone.
After a whole explanation, Sai insists that he isn’t a genius that Ryusui points him out to be. “Um, that’s weird! So you’re not some freaky genius?!” Chelsea asked, scaring Sai. “Exactly! It’s a lie!” He answered. “How hilarious! Still glad to have you as a regular ol’ pal!” She replied, “Th-That’s good enough for you?” Sai asked, in awe. “Of course! Anyone is welcome!” You answered, making Sai look at you and it was at that moment, he thought it was love at first sight. “O-oh uhh t-thanks…” he mumbled bashfully. “HA HA! Don’t bet on it!” Ryusui appeared, ruining the mood and explained everything.
“Mental Math is pointless!!” Sai exclaimed. “A computer could do the same calculation in an instant! And given enough time, anyone in the world could perform ten digit multiplication like me.” he added, making everyone question themselves. “T-ten digit…?!” you asked, shocked, making Sai blush.
“I’m a programmer!!” he announced, catching your attention. “They all wanted to put me to work. So I left Nanami corp, and Ryusui… And fled all the way to a university in India!” Sai explained. “All I want…Is to code!” He states, looking happily at the sky, hands stretched as if typing on a keyboard. The look of sadness painted his eyes as he realised that he lost the one thing he loved the most. “I understand the feeling…” you mutter, suddenly missing your own gadgets. Sai asked how long will it take for a proper computer, to which Senku answered five to ten years, making you sad as well. “Why did you even revive a guy like me…” Sai sulked. You wanted to comfort him, but decided to give him some time alone for now to take in everything.
Your group talked about how to go with the whole calculating the trajectory, and a few suggestions were given here and there, but nothing was set. Francios appeared, and was concerned because apparently Sai hasn’t touched his lunch yet even though it's dinner time. You all went to his room, peeking inside, you were shocked to see his walls filled with writings, to which you recognize as machine code. Your eyes lit up in awe.
Sai then sensed your presence, causing him to panic. “You see, I was thinking… Even if this world lacks computers, what I can do in the meantime is jot down some code for later.” Sai explained. “No one can really read any of this stuff. So this is “programming”?” Senku asked.
“This is code for Dragon Quest!” you exclaimed, unable to keep your excitement at bay, shocking both Sai and Senku. “H-how’d you know..?” Sai asked shyly. “I’m also a programmer! Well, kind of… I worked in the field of technology back in the old world, so I’m very familiar with this stuff.” You explained, giving him a smile, causing blood to rush to his cheeks.
It has been decided then and there that with Sai and your expertise, the stone world can make an old version of a computer. And in Sai’s eyes, that meant teaming up with you and spending more time with you.
You and Sai asked how the computer was going to be made, to which Senku did a whole demonstration with flags. “Ooh, it's a simple Half-Adder!” you exclaimed, “easy enough to create with just a Xor gate and an And gate” Sai continued, confusing both Kohaku and Gen. Sai pointed out that the set up was pointless unless it was happening fast and electronically, which you agreed. To which Senku explained the more in-depth way.
“How’re you feeling? Pretty overwhelming, isn’t it.” You asked Sai, who was staring in awe at the workers. “Uh… yeah… very much, is it always like this?” He asked, “Oh trust me, it was worse before.” you answered, along with a chuckle remembering when Ukyo, Taiju, Yuzuriha and Nikki first showed you the phone.
“I haven’t properly introduced myself, haven’t I? I’m Y/N L/N. I used to work for tech companies in the past.” You introduced, offering an outstretched hand to the male. “Oh… Sai Nanami, programmer and a maths teacher at that university that Ryusui mentioned.” he answered, shaking your hand with a blushing face. “Looks like we’ll both be working with each other closely, I look forward to it!” You smiled, making his heart race. ‘Sai this is not the right time to fall in love! But… they’re so cute and kind and…’ Sai’s inner thoughts were interrupted when you called for him. The Adder circuit was finished, and Sai tinkered with it. You can definitely see the hope in his eyes return, the idea of a computer in this stone world wasn’t just a distant dream anymore.
The more time you spent with Sai, the more you saw his love for programming, he’d ramble on and on about it for hours on end, and you’d listen to his ramblings.
That means that the more time you spent with Sai, the more he developed his crush on you
I mean, no one else could understand him (literally) only you and maybe even Senku knows what he’s talking about, but Senku is always busy with science.
You helped Sai make the circuit diagram that you both presented to the group,
When Dr.Xeno instructed the making of fax machines, you saw his face light up with the idea of the stone world slowly reaching the modern era, and another step closer to his computer dream.
When Ryusui announced that the voyage must continue and to leave the work to corn city, Sai was conflicted. He didn’t want to join the voyage because Ryusui was there, but he also didn’t want to leave you now that his feelings are growing. “On that note, our brief time together ends. I’ll remain here in India to toil away on circuit diagrams which I'll fax to you once I can…” Sai says, “ehh? You won’t come with us?” you ask, Sai noticing the sadness in your voice, making his resolve weaken. “Get outta here. No, Literally, you’re coming with us, Sai! We’re shipping out together!” Ryusui exclaims.
Chelsea was confused and so were you. “We’ll probably need his math skills at each location we visit!” Ryusui explains. “NUH UH! Not going! Certainly not with you, Ryusui!” Sai shouts. It was evident that he didn’t want anything to do with his brother, but it made you sad that you’ll be leaving him when you’ve been enjoying your time with him. “Not even sad about leaving Y/N?” Ryusui whispers to Sai, causing the older male’s face to be painted red and stuttering excuses, making the younger smirk.
As night time fell, the fax machine started operating, and a photo of the people at corn city came out. “A group pic!” Chelsea exclaimed. “To mark the occasion? It looks like everyone joined the fun from both team Japan and team U.S.A” Gen says. You look towards Sai, when you notice the solemn look on the two brothers.
You walked towards his room, determined to get to the bottom of it. You knock on his door, a small “come in” answers you. “Hey, Sai… you good?” You ask, walking into his room. “Oh… uhh…” he started panicking when he realised it was you. “Uhh yeah…” he mutters. “You can tell me if something is bothering you, you know?” you offer. He looked at you with wide eyes and pink cheeks. ‘Damn it Sai! Get yourself together… why do they look good like this… wait, not the time!’ he slapped his cheeks to get the thoughts in order.
“It just reminded me of the Nanami corp. Group photos.” Sai said, looking down. “Ryusui and I were the only ones not born to the matriarch of the Nanami family.” He explained, shocking you. “That explains why you and Ryusui look different from each other, and explains why you look half indian…” you say, immediately realising and then apologising. “Oh my! I’m sorry I didn’t mean it that way, it's just…” You panic, shocking Sai but he chuckles. “Don’t worry, I understand the confusion.” he reassures you, as you let out a sigh of relief.
He explains how he and Ryusui were growing up, and how his family and Ryusui only wanted his skills in math and all of that. “That story is so stirring…” you say, “how so? Ryu is nothing but selfish. He uses people…” Sai exclaims. “You know, Sai… from what I understand. Ryusui just wanted to spend time with his older brother, you.” You say, taking hold of one of his hands. “Isn’t he a man of desires? He desires everything, including a brother that he can relate to. You said you both were the only ones left out, yeah?” you ask, he nods. “It seems he just wanted to create a bond with the only brother he has that understands him in that sense. Y’all only got each other, you know.” You added, Sai looked like he was understanding your words.
“Tell me, did he ever order you to do these things?” you finished, and looked at him, he looked up with a look of understanding. “Thank you…” He muttered. You decided to let him have some alone time to think, “I’ll get going now, give you some alone time. If you ever need someone to talk to, I’ll be here for you, Sai.” you say with a smile and left his room. As soon as the door closed, he stared at his hand and exploded. ‘Oh my god they held my hand, oh my god they held my hand, oh my godddddd my heart is going to explode, good thing I was able to keep up the face because i was about to just sit here and die in front of themmm’ he thought, hands to his face hiding his red grinning face.
‘They’re hands felt good holding mine, not soft, but that just shows how much they’ve been through to get where they are now, oh god i am falling hard… but, what they said about Ryusui… maybe he’s not as bad as i thought he was… maybe i can finally tolerate him enough to be okay with joining the voyage… and spend more time with them…wait, no! That’s not the goal here!!’ he panicked again.
“HA HA! Sai! We’ve got some time before we part ways! Whip my skills into shape, won't you?! Let’s play chess together!” Ryusui barged in, shocking the older male. “Like I keep saying…No! Thank!...” he stopped his words when he remembered what you said. “Sure. Let’s play” he answered.
They had a brotherly talk, which made Sai sure with his decision of joining the crew’s voyage, and also fixing his family issues with Ryusui. “Sooo, I saw Y/N leave your room” Ryusui teased, earning a beet red and stuttering mess of an older brother spouting excuses.
You were happy to find out that Sai was joining your voyage, the thought of leaving him in India made you sad, so to have him with you guys made you more excited to set sail.
During the voyage, you all were busy working on the components of the computer, luckily for Sai, his work ties closely with yours so you two still got to spend a lot of time together.
Ryusui would often sweep in and throw in a teasing remark towards Sai, causing him to blush or stutter.
The day the calculator was acquired, you could see how happy Sai looked, even during the mathlympics when he was just coding. You were impressed that he was able to code and confirm the answer to the problem very easily.
You were also there as moral support from when Sai was teaching Suika and Chrome math, making your head hurt from all the numbers. But Sai liked how you were invested too, it was like he was able to show off to you.
And when the computer was delivered, you and Sai were both in tears.
“We’ve got a boat scheduled to arrive today from North America to Japan! And Sai…It’s a delivery you’ve been dying for!” Ryusui announced, The ship docked and everyone was excited. Senku explained the specifications of the computer, to which Sai says that it’s on par with the NES. All the parts have been moved and assembled in the computer room, and now you and Sai were in your element, making punch cards.
“Oh how I missed this!” you exclaimed, feeding a program Sai made to the computer, revealing a tetris like game. You both started making more cards to feed into the program, both totally in your element. When everyone retired for the day, you and Sai stayed in the computer room, still enjoying the computer and each other’s company in silence.
And who knows, maybe the next program Sai makes is a game where he’ll let only you play, and confess his growing feelings for you that way. Because it was love at first sight, but it was also love that grew as you both got to share the one thing you both love.
But as far as he’s concerned, only you can surpass his love for programming and coding.
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